A Karmic Accident bySeuler©

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She looked up into my face with utter disbelief.

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

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

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

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

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

She looked at me eagerly, as if awaiting instructions.

"What size are you?"

"Sorry?"

"Panties."

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

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

Her face lit up.

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

"I hope so. You deserve it."

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

"Here. Let me help you."

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

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

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

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

"Well... okay. Thanks."

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

"Ooh excuse me!"

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

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

She nodded.

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

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

"Yeah, sorry."

She laughed.

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

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

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

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

"Don't mention it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I hope it never happens again."

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

"Bye."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah. Is something wrong?"

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

Laughter erupted on the other side of the door.

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

The laughter stopped abruptly.

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

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

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

"Aren't you wearing a tampon?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The panties had torn along the hip seams.

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

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

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

Jodie fled.

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

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

What do I do now?

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

Get these filthy panties off the floor.

Good. And then?

Head to the handicapped stall to get cleaned up.

Excellent! You'll get through this.

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

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

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

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Best friend farts

I was sitting on the couch with my best friend Ashley. She is smoking hot. Thin body, tight ass and big tits. We were watching tv together. She was wearing tight black spandex pants. I’m a shy guy who doesn’t get many girls or any I should say. I’m always to afraid to ask them out. I really liked Ashley and I mean I have a huge secret crush on her but I can’t admit it to her cause were best friends. She probably would never like me like that anyways. I’m just a loser. It’s amazing that were even friends. She’s cool and fun and just amazing. Who am I? I don’t know I guess we actually get along really well. Buuuurrap. What was that? Did she just fart? I tried to sit there and act like nothing happened. I didn’t know how to respond. The smell started to reach me. It was horrible. I can’t stand it. I sat there and smelled it for a bit trying to ignore it but then I caved, I couldn’t take it. I plugged my nose and tried to breath as little as possible.
“Haha, smell it bitch.” She said laughing. “You actually lasted for a bit there.” She knew what I was doing. I was a little embarrassed and said nothing. There was a pause of silence. “How long do you think you could smell it up close?” She said kind of calmly.
“What?” I asked. “I dunno, probably not long. I wouldn’t want to smell your farts up close.”
“What if I gave you a hundred bucks if you could keep your face in my ass for 5 seconds after I farted?” I sat and thought about it for a bit. A hundred bucks but I would have to smell her fart up close this time. That last one actually smelled so bad. Is it worth it? I started thinking about getting close to her ass. I would get to press my face against it. Even if she was farting that would be pretty hot and then I could get a hundred bucks. There bad but I think I can do it.
“Alright, challenge accepted.” She smiled. She had kind of an evil look to her. I didn’t think much into it though. She laid down on her side putting her legs on top of mine kind of kicking me without much worry of invading my space. She’s happy to make me uncomfortable. She does that sometimes anyways if she wants to lay down, she’ll take away my space. This was it. I get to put my face in her ass now. I was excited but I tried not to show it. I laid down, pulling my legs out from under hers and then stretched them out across the couch. They hung out over the edge. I started to get a little nervous, putting my face in her ass. Alright just do it. I pushed my face in. It was firm. She works out. I was enjoying it. I couldn’t help but get a little hard. Hopefully she doesn’t bump my dick with her legs. She started moving her bottom leg underneath me. I wasn’t sure what she was doing? I just let it happen. I was too busy thinking about her ass. Suddenly, in a quick motion, she scissored me around the neck. She had gotten her bottom leg underneath my neck and then moved her other leg over top and squeezed her thighs tight. My face was trapped inside her ass. She pulled me deep into her crack. I squirmed to get free. I had fallen for into a trap. There was no escape. I can’t break free.
“Ha, I got yeah now. You’re gonna have to smell my farts for a lot longer than 5 seconds.” Burrraap. I felt the hot air on my face. It traveled up my nose and into my mouth. The smell was overwhelming. I desperately tried to break free but there was nothing I could do. I grabbed at her butt trying to push away and to try and plug my nose but I was to deep into crack. I couldn’t get away or even get my hand to my nose. I was forced to take it all in right up close. She just laid there enjoying this, watching her show. “Too much fun. I could do this for hours.” No, please no. I want free immediately. Burraap. Another fart. I started squirming again. “Squirm all you want, you’re not getting free. You’re just making this more fun for me.” Burrap. Oh my god! This was so horrible. I couldn’t help but to continue squirming. The smell was so strong. It filled my nostrils.
“Let me go.” I said muffled into her ass.
“What was that? Sorry I can’t understand you. There is something wrong with the way you’re talking. Speak clearer.”
“Let me go.” I said more forcefully trying to get it out through her ass. Buurrap. I squirmed a little less this time. It still smelled horrible. I wasn’t getting used to it, just starting to accept that I’m trapped and my squirming really is useless.
“Sorry I couldn’t hear you over my fart.” She farted after I said it.
“Let me go!”
“Awe, but I’m having so much fun. Don’t you want me to have fun.”
“Just let me go!”
“Ok, fine. How about you kiss my ass and then I’ll let you go.” I hesitated a bit and then obliged. I gave a quick to her ass. “Oh no. You’re gonna have to do better than that. I want a nice big kiss.” I moaned. “What was that? Are you moaning? No! You have to enjoy it. Now you got to give me a bunch of kisses.” I didn’t hesitate this time. I don’t want to make things any worse. I started kissing her ass over and over again. Buuurrrraap. This was the biggest and stinkiest fart yet and it went right into my mouth. Apparently I was kissing her right on the asshole which I just realized now. I tried to pull away. The taste was putrid but I couldn’t get any distance from her asshole. Her grip was to strong and I was forced to just take it even though I couldn’t even remotely stand it. “I didn’t tell you to stop kissing! C’mon back to it.” I started kissing again. “You have to keep kissing even when I fart. Speaking of which.” Buuuurrrap. I still couldn’t help stopping for a couple seconds but I forced myself back to it as quick as I could. “Good boy. Nice little fart slave.” I didn’t like being called a fart slave but I was in no position to stand up for myself. This was humiliating.
It had now been at least ten minutes and I was still kissing her ass. She had been farting frequently. I was getting better at kissing through the farts though. “Ok, you can stop.” She loosened up a bit and let my face pull away from her ass. I gasped for breath. It still stunk but was no where near as strong as having my nose pressed right into ass. This was fresh air to me now. She pulled her pants down just far enough so that her whole ass was hanging out revealing her pink trimmed white panties. She then pulled my face back in and wiggle it around, positioning it and then pulled it in tighter. I felt my nose press into a hole, her asshole. “Now I really want you to smell it.” Buuurrrrap. It smelled so much worse now. I couldn’t get used to it before because of how bad it was and now it just got so much worse. “Now sniff it. I want to hear you take a long deep whiff and then I promise I’ll let you go.” At this point I wasn’t sure I could trust her but still I sniffed it. I took a long deep breath in through my nose. I gagged and choked on it and started coughing into her ass. “Heehee. One more. That was fun. This time I want you to smell it right when I let it out. I’m going to count to three. One…two…three.” I started breathing in deep. Burrrraaap. I inhaled fresh hot fart through my nose and almost through up. “Hahaha. Oh my god. So much fun. Now tell me my farts smell good. C’mon, admit it. You love smelling my farts don’t you, now tell me how good they smell.”
“They smell amazing.” I told her what she wanted to hear.
“Good, then there is no reason to stop anytime soon when we’re both having so much fun. Right isn’t this fun.”
“Yeah, so much fun.” Burrrap.
“C’mon smell it. Don’t you like my farts. Sniff it. Sniff it.” I started to smell it as deeply as I could. Great now I’m expected to sniff all of them. “Start kissing my ass again.” I started to kiss it repeatedly. Buurrap. I paused on the kissing to sniff her fart and then went back to kissing. She started to pay less attention to me and got into her shows. This went on for about an hour. “We should do this all the time now. Right!?”
“Yeah, for sure.”
“You should come over tomorrow.” Damnit I was hoping to at least get a few days away from this.
“Definitely.” I’m so timid. Why don’t I stand up for myself. I’m just a loser. Buuurrap. I sniffed it.
“You’re gonna be my little fart boy. Oooooooh I’m so excited.” This is bad. “Here I have one more surprise for you.” She let me go. Thank god. She’s not really going to make me her slave. I’m free. She’s gonna let me go. “Ok now put your legs up and over the back of the couch and lay your head down over the edge of the front.” I did as instructed. Fuck what is she doing now. My head hung down over the edge just keeping a little bit on the couch for support. She sat down on my face and again positioned her asshole directly over my nose. Buuuurraaaap. This one stunk more than the others. A lot more. Then I felt something wet with my nose. It was a wet fart. “Breath it in. This is why I’ve been so gassy.” I took a long deep inhale through my nose. It was absolutely disgusting. I then heard a bunch of spitting noises as she began to fill her panties. The smell got ten times stronger. “Breath, c’mon breath.” I couldn’t. I actually couldn’t. I expected her to get mad at me but she was actually quite pleased with this result. She then sat down heavier on my face. I was smothered. I couldn’t breath at all now. She held me for a good minute. I felt light headed. She let up enough to let me breath again and I desperately gasped for breath and started choking on the air that I had to breath. My face was still pressed quite firmly into her shit filled panties making it hard to breath. The shit was diarrhea and was now starting to soak through and drip down my nose as I was gasping and then sucking it down into the back of my throat. “See I can make you breath it in if I want to.” She then proceeded to smother me again. She held me until I felt like I was going to pass out and then released. I gasped for air again. I was starting to swallow all the shit that was coming down through my nose. She held me here for hours repeatedly smothering me to make me gasp for air. She finally let me go and then pulled her panties down. They were full of stinky mushy shit. At this point I wasn’t even interested in the naked hot girl in front of me. I just wanted to go home. She turned around showing her ass to me. “One more kiss.” I stared at the shit covered ass. I didn’t want to touch it let alone with my lips. I did it though. I kneeled down and kissed her on the cheek. “No silly. On the lips.” Ah fuck. I knew what she meant. I pressed my face into her ass, shit covered my face and I kissed her right on the bare asshole. “Now lick it all clean.” How does it keep getting worse. I proceeded to licking it all clean nearly puking many times but I did it. “And my panties to.” I stared at them. They’re full. That was actually a huge shit.
“I don’t want to eat all that.”
“Excuse me!” Oh shit. Did I say that out loud? “You are going to eat it and now you’re sleeping over so you can cuddle my ass all night and then we’ll spend all day together tomorrow.” Son of a bitch. My life is hell. I ate the shit in her panties and licked them almost spotless. “Now lets go to bed, it’s late. I’m going to sleep in the nude tonight.” Great. We went up to her room and got into bed. She made sure she got my nose as deep into her asshole as she could get it and farted all night. Many of them were wet. I didn’t sleep one bit.

DIRTY FARTED IN PANTIES

This story contains:
Panty-pooping, Incest-ish

     Danielle briskly skipped down the stairs, her bouncy
movements making her young, budding breasts jiggle a bit in
the loose confines of the pink sundress she wore.  The dress
was one of the few brightly colored dresses that she had
recently inherited from her older sister, Jessica, and being
a gift from her older sister, Danielle loved it completely
and wore it constantly, to her mother’s dismay and her
father’s embarrassed discomfort. It was somehow too big and
too small at the same time, an aspect of physics that
neither of her parents could understand.  It had fit Jessica
properly up until she grew out of it, and yet, somehow that
just wasn’t the case with Danielle, even though they were
not too different in height and build – not enough that the
parents could see a reason for the dramatic difference in
the dress’s fit on the younger girl.

     The hemline was much too high, just barely covering her
panties when she stood straight, and even as she came down
the stairs, the slight breeze her movement made the material
drift upwards, exposing her crotch and thighs to everyone
around.  The top was too loose and tended to fall down a
little too much, exposing the round mounds of Danielle’s
developing boobs – usually enough to see the very hint of
her pert nipples, though from time to time, depending on her
position, her entire breast was exposed to any casual eyes.
When she bent over, it was even worse – you could see
straight down the front.  The waist seemed a bit tight,
snuggly hugging her body and clearly showing her waist and
hips.  The fabric was sheer enough that her underwear could
be seen through it, faintly, no matter what color she wore.
Fortunately, she was still young enough to be wearing plain
white panties, but even those were visible.  Dark colors
would have been completely obvious.

     And in all the time her parents wondered how those sun
dresses suddenly seemed so indecent on their thirteen year
old daughter when they had looked fine on their sixteen year
old daughter, all that time from when they first saw
Danielle wearing one of those hand-me-downs, they never once
considered – nor would they even think to consider – that
the change was done, and done very purposely, by Jessica
before handing the cloths over to her sister.  Nor would
they ever think that Danielle had modeled the dresses,
conspired in the alterations, and even helped Jessica make
the changes.

     Danielle was impossible cute – a doll of a girl, a
pleasant, cheerful, and in all ways delightful girl.  She
was care-free and easy-going.  She had the most darling
golden curls that bouncy around her pale face as she walked.
Her smile was bright and huge, and made her pale-blue eyes
sparkle.  She was a bit of a waif, almost frail-looking in
the thinness of her arms and legs, but her belly held the
pleasant curves of ‘baby fat’ that had yet to go away.

     Jessica was a bit darker, having brown, wavy hair and
tan skin.  Her breasts were much more developed that her
sister’s, filling out a C-cup and not showing any signs of
stopping yet.  She was in peak shape from playing soccer on
her high-school team.  She had been playing the sport since
she was six, and was one of the best players in her school.

     This evening, as Danielle bounced down the steps, her
older sister and parents were watching TV in the living
room, all of them having a clear view of her as she came
down – and thus having a few good shots of her breasts as
the jiggled up out of the low-hanging top, and her panties
and the hem of her dress flittered up to her waist.  Her
mother shook her head and sighed, perturbed by what she saw,
but unable to bring herself to tell Danielle she couldn’t
wear the dresses she adored so much.  Jessica smiled, proud
of her sister and of her own handiwork in making the dress.

     Her father’s eyes devoured the girl’s body in open lust
and hungry desire, but he turned away as she reached the
bottom of the staircase – afraid to meet her eyes and
embarrassed by the feelings she stirred in him.  He had
always thought his daughters were very beautiful, and he
loved them very much.  He had a hard time watching Jessica
develop into a woman before his eyes, but she had never so
obviously – if unknowingly – displayed her budding body to
him, so his lust had been easier to control.  Danielle
seemed to be flaunting herself before him, teasing him
mercilessly with fleeting glimpses of her wondrous self.
His physical desire for her disturbed him, but he couldn’t
help the way he felt.  He just did his best to avoid
thinking about it.

     Danielle skipped into the living room and immediately
threw herself into Jess’s lap – she had been sitting cross-
legged on the loveseat with her mom and now had her sister
sitting in the nest of her legs.  The two girls were very
close, and neither of their parents thought it odd that
Danielle would sit in Jess’s lap like that – the did it all
the time.  Jess’s arms immediately wrapped around her
sister’s waist, hugging her in like she was a favored plush
animal.  Their father, who was sitting in the recliner next
to the love seat, tried his hardest to focus on the TV and
not on his daughters cuddling right next to him.  He was
sort of succeeding.

     “What are we watching?” Danielle asked, having come
down right in the middle of a commercial break.

     “Some movie that happened to be on,” Jess explained.
“It’s good.”

     “Oh.”

     Danielle sat quietly, shifting a little in her seat to
get comfortable.  Wiggling her ass down in the space between
Jess’s legs until his round little rump was pressed up
against Jess’s crotch.  Jess was wearing an old t-shirt and
a very small pair of gym shorts – they barely covered her
ass, and were so thin they often seemed like they were about
to evaporate right off of her.  Danielle’s dress had risen
up a bit, and her panties were pressed up against Jess’s
shorts – Danielle could tell from the way the contact felt
that her sister wasn’t wearing underwear.

     “Comfy?” Jess asked, peering down at her sister, her
voice implying that she wasn’t.

     “Yes, quite,” Danielle replied, nodding for emphasis
and keeping her eyes locked on the screen.  If Jessica
wanted her to move, she never said anything more about it.

     They sat there for nearly half an hour, watching the
movie with their parents, neither one saying much or moving
except then an the occasional shift of weight.  That was
long enough for Danielle.  Since she had gotten up this
morning, she had felt the building pressure deep inside of
her, but she had held it in.  Jessica had been at her game
this morning, then at the victory celebration this
afternoon, and there had been no time alone before or after
dinner.

     And as she sat there, waiting for bedtime, the pressure
was just building more and more, and now she was just
boiling over.  She had thought she could hold it, but after
four days of not going, there was just too much inside of
her and her bowels begged to be free of their cargo.
Without any out word sign or show, Danielle relaxed and gave
a gentle push.

     Her young anus slowly parted, puckering up like a
virgin’s lips ready to receive their first kiss.  And that
kiss was warm and gentle and sweet, sending a slight shiver
through Danielle’s body, just as always.  She felt the
comforting warmth engulf the soft skin of her bum as the
first, thick head of the slithering beast emerged from her
whole and caress smooth globes as it wormed out and into the
tight confines of her underwear.  There was little room for
the turd to go, her ass was pressed against her sister’s
crotch after all, and this first thick piece slid straight
out, pressing hard against the fabric.  It kept straining,
pushing harder and harder against the impenetrable barrier
with mounting force as the poo constricted on itself,
becoming thicker and fatting and spanning out in all
directions.

     The hot flow through her tight anal passage felt
remarkable.  Danielle had always loved the feeling of her
dirty waste pushing wide her ass and breaking free of her
rectum, but it was so much better when it didn’t just fall
away in a hollow, intimateless splash.  She felt full and
stretched and relieved as her bowels emptied, and her poo
was warm and satisfyingly squishy as it smashed against her
panties and filled empty space.

     She was straining now to push the shit out – there was
so little room for it to go without assistance, and she
needed to push to keep the rush going out of her.  She never
made a sound and never showed her effort on her face, but
she was pressing down for all she was worth, packing her
underwear a dull with the dense mess as she could.

     Jessica was not unaware of Danielle’s activities, not
for a second – though she was taken completely by surprise
when that first thick chuck pressed hard into her clit
through the thin fabric of her shorts and her sister’s
underwear.  She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning
with that shocking touch.  It was so hard and warm and
thrust right into her, right where she liked it.  Since
then, she had felt the hot mush expanding, filling out her
sister’s once-white panties, and spreading out where it
could.  The heat against her skin felt tremendous, and she
wished that she wasn’t wearing her shorts at all and that
her sister was pantyless.  But then again, feeling her
sister shit in her panties while sitting in her lap – that
was so hot!

     Jess could feel how much was mounting, and judging by
the pressing she was feeling against her cunt, she knew
Dannielle was pushing hard.  Her pussy was wet and the
fabric of her shorts was quickly getting drenched by the
juices.  She shifted a bit, humping Danielle’s ass with her
crotch.  It was a small movement, but it did the deed.
While it only looked like she was shifting in her seat
trying to get more comfortable, Jess was smearing Danielle’s
poo inside her panties, smushing it together and spreading
it all across Danielle’s soft ass cheeks.  Soon, every inch
of Danielle’s bum was covered in her poo and there was again
room for her flow to continue easily from her ass.  In the
process, Jess’s soaked shorts had moistened Danielle’s
panties with her streaming cunt-juice.

     Danielle looked back at her sister, smiling happily at
her, a silent thanks for making room in her underwear for
more and for coating her ass with her filthy, dirty poo.
Jess grinned back, expressing her own delight at the
situation.

     Danielle, her attention returning to the movie, let the
shit continue to spread her ass canal and invade her undies.
She had a bit more room after Jess had shifted, and though
he regretted that her ass was not directly on her elder
sister’s cunt anymore, she did enjoy the feel of the heavy
bulge that was growing in her panties.  The first turd
finally ended, and her ass closed up, but Danielle knew it
wasn’t over.  She bit her inner lip to keep from making
noise or showing any hint of stain, but she bore down with
more force.

     Her anus opened up and quickly spit out two soft, wet
turbs, that joined the mess in her panties.  These were much
more moist and, having landed directly on her ass cheeks
after their explosive expulsion, felt like two giant, slimy
slugs against her skin.

     She strained again, and another, harder, thicker piece
pushed against the inside of her sphincter.  She wasn’t sure
she could release suck a monster without alerting her
parents, but the hands around her waist, hugging her tighter
into her sister’s chest and pressing her back into the soft
pillow’s of Jess’s tits, the hard nipples poking against her
skin, gave her the determination to try.

     She pushed again, felt her ass open, only to close
again as her muscles relaxed and she lot grip on it.  She
bore down again and then again, each time feeling the tip
closer and closer to breaching.  One of Jess’s hands was
rubbing her tummy, the other was a bit lower, caressing the
mound just above her pussy, pushing a bit on her intestines
as if trying to squeeze the turd from her body like
toothpaste from the bottle.

     With one last, great strain, her asshole stretched out
impossible wide, stinging for a second as the round, blunt
head of the chunk of poop pushed its way out.  Jessica
sucked in a hard breath right in Danielle’s ear, a sound of
shock and surprise.  Jess’s hips rose to meet this new piece
as it emerged, and once more she found herself wishing they
were both naked so she could feel this against her skin,
maybe even take it inside of her even as it left her sister.

     Jess’s waist pushed the turd, and as thick and sturdy
as it was, it actually moved back into Danielle’s laboring
asshole.  Jess eased back, and the natural motion of the poo
returned, bring it out again.  And then she humped back,
pushing the thick thing back inside her sister.

     Danielle was again biting the inside of her mouth, her
eyes not even able to focus on the TV anymore as her sister
fucked her ass with her own emerging turd.  She sat there
for a good five minutes, letting the poo slowly ease out of
her gapping ass, only to have Jess push it right back in
before it was out completely.  It was like being fucked up
the ass by a strap-on, only better because it was her owe
poo and not a hunk of cold, lifeless rubber or plastic.
This was organic and real and dirty, which got her juices
flowing and her body hot and flushed.

     When Jess finally let the poo empty from her younger
sister’s ass, her shorts were soaked right through, with
barely a dry spot at all.  Danielle’s panties seemed just as
saturated, and no doubt there was a huge wet spot on the
couch.  Danielle’s shit had probably stained through her
panties and was covering her shorts.  She was wondering how
they would be able to get up and leave without there
parent’s noticing something.  She was surprised her mother
had yet to comment on the smell.

     Danielle made the first more, and without even a
warning to Jess, she leapt out of her sister’s lap.  The
bulge in the back was huge and raised the hemline of her
dress to just above her crotch, making her now-brown panties
very visible from the back.  And the spring from her
sister’s lap not only got her breasts bouncing out of her
dress for a few jiggles, but the motion nearly caused the
great weight in her panties to cause garment to fall right
down to the floor.

     “I’m tired,” she said, stretching her arms above her
head, which caused her dress to rise up even more.  “I’m
turning in.”

     Jess couldn’t help but stare at the huge brown bulge as
the dress rose up to reveal it completely and then fell to
conceal most of it.  She was glad that the lights had been
turned off for the movie, or else her sister could have
gotten in real trouble – and probably her too for letting it
happen in her lap no less!

     Her mother’s eyes were locked on the TV screen, even
when Danielle leaned over to give her a kiss goodnight.  Her
father, it seemed, was more interested in Danielle’s tits
and trying to see if they popped out of her top again.
Neither one noticed the lump distending from Danielle’s
panties, though Jess couldn’t take hers eyes off of it.  Her
mind seemed lost until the moment Danielle was out of her
sight upstairs.

     She faked a yawn then, and stretched out her arms.  “I
better turn in too.  Feeling sleepy – might as well get
ready for bed while the light’s on.”  Jess got up, kissed
her parents goodnight, and then followed Danielle up to the
room they shared.  There was still some fun to be had
tonight.

Email from Grace - Messy Plane Journey posted by Arthur Saxon, with permission from the author meganeura@hotmail.com

Hi Arthur! I first posted this account on a website called Wetset, but it’s disappeared from there. And I thought, since I’ve been a fan of yours for a while, I would email it to you and see if I could persuade you to post it on your site! So please, if you like it, put it on your website, and then other people can enjoy it too.

So anyway, this happened to me twelve years ago, during my misspent college years. First, for your horny readers out there who like to know these things, I'm five foot seven, I have hazel eyes, my build is cuddlesome (and you can take that how you like) and at that time my hair was dyed red (now it's back to its natural medium-brown). I like to think I have pretty nice boobs. My husband likes them anyway. They’re not huge but they look pretty good under a tight top.

I had just spent three months in Spain on an exchange trip, and I was in the plane about to fly home. Well, to cut a long story short, the flight was delayed, and we were stuck out on the tarmac for FIVE HOURS. It turned out that the cause of delay was a problem with the toilets, and they only had one toilet working. After three hours, the queue was taking up half of the length of the plane!

I joined the queue after about two hours because I was in desperate need of a number two. But then I heard the flight attendants telling people, “No solids, no solids”. And at first I thought maybe they just meant that people couldn’t flush paper towels and tampons and suchlike. But no, I heard one guy saying, “You mean I can’t take a dump?” And the flight attendant said that no, he couldn’t. I found out afterwards that people had been flushing inappropriate items and there was a major blockage which they were trying to resolve.

I was about fifth in line when one of the flight attendants said, “No more! Toilet is blocked!” Everyone groaned, and the woman in front of me asked if the pilot was going to take the plane back to the terminal. But apparently that was not the plan. Instead, they just started handing out empty water bottles to the people in the queue! It was outrageous! Some of the passengers were getting really upset and angry by this point.

I took my bottle back to my seat, but although by now I needed to pee as well, I’m a woman: I couldn’t use a bottle! So I just crossed my legs and tried to think about something else.

Eventually they fixed the toilets, but they wouldn’t let anyone in until the plane took off. As soon as the seatbelt light went off, there was this mad stampede for the toilets, and I found myself about fifteenth in line. I was so desperate to pee now that it was like torture! And eventually I lost control, and I wet myself right there in the aisle. It was horrible, but quite honestly, it was a relief to finally let go! And I wasn’t the only one, let me tell you. People were very sympathetic.

I couldn’t wait to get out of my jeans, so I went back to my seat and got a knee-length skirt out of my bag. Fortunately I’d packed it in my hand luggage in case I got too hot in my jeans. So under the cover of a blanket I changed into my skirt, and then I rejoined the queue for the toilet, which had grown by that time!

I was very desperate for my number two now, and really struggling to hold it in. I think it was something I had eaten for breakfast. The family I was staying with had given me a fancy farewell breakfast, and I don’t know if it was bad or if I was just not used to it, but my tummy started grumbling soon after I left their house.

Sorry to keep wittering on. This is turning out way longer than I expected. Long story short (again), I guess they hadn’t done a very good job of unblocking the plane’s septic system, because the toilets all got blocked up again. I went back to my seat and I tried holding on, but I just couldn’t, and I ended up filling my knickers with a whole lot of mushy poo. Yuck!! The smell was terrible!

I asked if I use the toilet just to clean up, but the flight attendant said no! But everyone around me was looking really ill because of the smell, and someone was sick into a bag. Fortunately we were almost at Heathrow by that point, and I just sort of squatted over my seat with my hands braced on the armrests until we landed.

I couldn’t wait to get off the plane so I could get to a toilet to clean up, but the first thing I did was call Denis, my boyfriend, because he was supposed to be meeting me and I didn’t know whether he was still waiting, or had given up and gone home, or what. It turned out he was still waiting for me, as he had been following the progress of my flight on the board. I told him about my accident, and that I would be a little while as I needed to clean myself up.

Now here’s the weird part: he started asking me all these questions about it! Like, how did it feel, and how much had come out, and what consistency was it, and how bad did it smell. He was fascinated by the story! And then he asked if he could see it!! I couldn’t believe my ears! I told him I didn’t realise how kinky he was, and he said he didn’t realise either until now!

I did love him a lot, and told him that under other circumstances I would let him see my messy knickers, but I still needed to get my bags, and I didn’t really want to hang around with the other passengers while still smelling so awful. But he was terribly persuasive, and I don’t know how he talked me into it, but I ended up hanging back about thirty yards away from the luggage conveyor, and then rushing forward to get my bags when I saw them.

So I met Denis with my knickers still full! I told him he owed me BIG TIME for this, and he said he would take me out to a fancy restaurant. In the car park, when nobody else was around, I lifted my skirt for him and he just got so excited about my messy knickers! He looked at them from all angles, and even prodded them with his finger, and sniffed his finger! I told him he was gross, but he just laughed.

Then he asked me to roll over the top of my skirt several times to make it shorter. Nobody was around, and I was quite amused by how excited he was, so I did it for him, only stopping when my knickers were starting to show. He thanked me and kissed me. Oh my gosh that was some kiss. Denis was a really good kisser, especially when I had done something to make him especially happy!

He asked me to keep my panties on until we got home, and maybe it was because of the kiss, but I said okay. I also promised not to unroll my skirt until we got home. So we drove out of the airport, but it got pretty gross and smelly in the car, and eventually I insisted that we stop at a petrol station so I could use the toilet to clean up.

Denis reluctantly agreed, but by this time we were on the motorway, so we stopped at the next services, and the car park was packed! We had to park quite a long way from the entrance, and that meant I would have to walk a long way past a lot of people in order to get to the toilet. Denis was very excited by this thought, but I was a little nervous.

I got out of the car, and Denis got out too. Then he asked me if I had finished my poo on the plane, or if there was more to come. I said I supposed there was probably more, and so then Denis asked me to ‘finish the job’! I told him not likely! But then he kissed me again, and nibbled my ear, which always made me like putty in his hands. And so I agreed to do it.

So I finished what I’d started, and oh my gosh, my knickers were SO full at that point! My pussy was even smushing around in it, which I was a little worried about, because I didn’t want to get an infection or anything. Plus, it was starting to sting! I was very anxious to get to the toilet, and I started to unroll my skirt, until Denis reminded me of my promise to keep it rolled up!

I was horrified! I told him I couldn’t believe he was going to hold me to that, but he just laughed and said of course he was! But my knickers were hanging so far below my skirt now that I couldn’t possibly go past all those people like that. So I sulkily got back in the car and tried not to sit down on my poo, which was not easy let me tell you.

We opened all the windows and turned the fan on, but it was still gross. Eventually we got home, and I was very nervous about my parents seeing my messy knickers, but fortunately neither of their cars were there. So all I had to worry about was the neighbours. But I couldn’t see anyone, so I made a dash for the front door (well, more of a fast waddle actually). I unlocked the door, and in I went.

But my parents had tricked me! Not only were they home after all, but so were my little brother and sister, my grandparents (both sets), my aunties and uncles, several of my cousins, and my nephew Russell! As I walked into the living room, they all jumped up from behind chairs and the sofa, and ran in from the kitchen, and suddenly I was surrounded by about twenty members of my family!

And with a skirt that barely covered my knickers at the front, and didn’t even come close to covering them at the back! They all yelled “Welcome back Grace!” but then some of them gasped in shock, and little Russell said “Look, she’s done grunties in her knickers, Mummy!”

I was just paralysed with horror! It was like my worst nightmare ever! Just then Denis came in, and apparently this surprise party was a surprise to him too (good thing, otherwise I’d have killed him!) Anyway he explained what had happened, and then of course everyone was very understanding, and I got a lot of sympathetic hugs. Then I was given a bunch of presents, because I’d had a birthday while I had been away, and my Mum showed me the cake she had made, and then of course I had to cut it. Then I had a piece, just to make her happy, but what I really wanted to do was a) unroll my skirt, and b) go and clean up! All of my younger male relatives, and a few of the older ones, were showing far too much interest in my knickers.

But while I ate, people kept asking me about Spain, and I found myself talking about my experiences at great length, and a strange thing happened. The longer I spent chatting with my relatives, the less self-conscious I felt about my exposure and my messy knickers. Eventually I spent the whole evening like that. Mum laid down a towel for me to sit on, and I just sat in my poo for hours on end.

At about eleven o’clock, when everyone else had left, including Denis, Mum suggested I go to bed, and by that time I was really tired and readily agreed. So I brushed my teeth, but I was too tired to deal with my poo, so I just crawled into bed and went to sleep.

The next morning my poo was getting a bit dry and crusty, but I was hungry, and decided to postpone my clean-up until after breakfast. I often wear just a bra and knickers to breakfast, but this time I threw a t-shirt on as well. Not that it did much good because it wasn’t long enough to cover my knickers, but it helped me feel a little less exposed.

My dad made a pointed remark while I was having my cereal, about me cleaning myself up, but Mum just shushed him. I felt embarrassed, but I was also feeling extremely horny! The previous day’s experience had given me a new appreciation for the delights of having a nice big load of poo in my knickers, and I wasn’t in a hurry for the experience to end.

So after breakfast I put on another skirt (a loose, flippy miniskirt that only just covered my messy panties), then I did my hair, put on some make-up, and went out shopping. It was a nerve-wracking and at times embarrassing experience, but it was also very exciting, and it set the pattern for many years to come.

Since then, I have never done number twos anywhere but in my knickers, and I frequently go out in miniskirts or even microskirts with my knickers very full. I’ve come close to being arrested a couple of times, but it’s been worth it!


Love,
Grace


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I witnessed an accident today,
it was female. I think she is 18. Anyway, she started working in Kroger (supermarket)
a few weeks ago as a cashier, we're I’ve worked there for a couple of years.
All night she was at one register ahead of me, so I kept watching her as much
as I could. She wasn't a knock out but she was fairly good looking, and her
butt looked good in the tight khakis colored pants she wears to work. They
don't have pockets on the seat, which I love too. Anyway, whenever I didn't
have a customer, I’d make sure to get a look at that cute butt moving about.
After a while it got really busy, and neither she nor I had yet had a break. I
noticed her shifting from leg to leg a lot and every few minutes she would rub
her hands down her thighs and then subtely across her butt. I figured she
needed to pee pretty bad or something, and it was making it a big distraction
for me, but I 've been cashiering for so long that it comes pretty easily. we
got hit really hard again with the evening rush of people on their way home
from work who need to pick up things to make dinner and people who didn't do
grocery shopping over the weekend. about a halfway had gone by and I was so
busy, I hadn't looked over at her. At one point I got a slight breather in my
lane, and i looked over to her still rushing through a couple of customers, and
at this point her legs were pressed together and she was so slightly leaning
forward, and right in the middle of her butt where there is that little indent
where her tight pants fight into her butt crack, there was a very very slight.
Bump! I thought to myself "this is too good to be true. That can't
be...poop starting to push its way out!" I was hit with another pretty
long stretch of about 6 customers with medium orders, and I took another peak
up at her, still rushing, and now the bump had expanded and there was clearly a
slight bulge forming, and there was a very faint wet sort of stain coming up
onto her left but cheek from between her thighs. That’s when I knew it was
really happening; she was slowly pooping her pants as she struggled to hold on
and work through her line. It was only 7:20ish, and the dinner rush doesn't
really let up until about quarter to 8. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her butt
as i worked, it was just too distracting. Over a span of about 5 minutes I watched
the bulge in her pants grow very slowly and slightly. My heart was pounding, I couldn't
believe i was watching a girl as she pooped her pants. It was amazing to me
that she didn't just abandon her line and run to the bathroom if she was losing
control. things were slowly starting to let up, when I watched her completely
lose it. she suddenly leaned forward pretty far and kind of stopped ringing
groceries for a few seconds, and I watched the bulge grow enormous very fast. It
went from a bulge the size of a golf ball to a bulge the size of a softball in
seconds. She still didn't walk away or stop working, even though she had just
totally crapped her pants! A dark stain then began spreading up her butt and
down her thighs and the back of her legs at the same time, and I totally lost
all my focus on my job. It was one thing i just watched her crap her pants, now
she was totally wetting them too. In seconds the back of her pants wear
completely soaked halfway up her butt and down her legs to a little past her
knees....and she still wasn't moving. The wetness also brought out the brown
stain from the other part of her big accident...i couldn't stop staring at her,
soaked pants with a big brown bulge in them. Surprisingly there wasn't much of
a smell in the air. A lot of customers in my line could see her accident too
and kept looking at me all shocked. Moments later, the place finally calmed
down, and she turned around with her cheeks as red as anything and she waddled
back to the break room and never came back to her register. It was the coolest
thing that's ever happened in the years I’ve worked there, haha. Think I should
ask her out sometime? I'm only 2 years older than her, not too bad.

Thewishmaster 2 years ago

debbiedoespoo 6 months ago That sight would brighten up your

Courtney (part 1)

This all started a while ago when I was 13. My best friend Jody who was also 13, came to stay at my house for a couple weeks when her parents were away. Jody was a cute, petite girl that was always really cheerful and had a bright smile. She had long brown hair that she usually experimented with, wearing it up and in different ways. She wore glasses, which seemed to add to her cute look and everybody at school liked her. Sometimes we were confused for sisters as we looked a little bit alike and were always together. Anyway, I recently noticed Jody had a little bit of a problem with her bathroom habits. She seemed to be shy around other people but I didn't think anything of it because it wasn't really unusual. Even I was a bit shy.

It was Friday, the last day of school before we had 2 weeks off. The plan was to pick Jody up later that night at her house after school, so we went on with our day counting the minutes down until we were free from school. Finally when school was over I walked out to see my mom waiting for me in the van. She told me that she had already picked up Jody's things that she had packed for the 2 week stay at my house so we would just pick her up right from school. A minute later I saw Jody walking out of the school and down the sidewalk toward her house. We were parked so that she would walk by us and soon we greeted her by the school. As my mom explained the situation to her Jody suddenly looked a bit nervous. She almost seemed like she was trying to brush us off and go home. Finally she said okay and climbed into the van. She continued acting a little strange and I thought maybe she wasn't really looking forward to staying at our house for that long. She seemed to cheer up as the day went on but was still acting strange. During the night she just seemed uncomfortable as we stayed in our basement and watched TV most of the night until going to sleep.

On Saturday morning she continued acting strangely. She just seemed withdrawn like she didn't want to talk with anyone, which was really unusual for her. After a while I just let it go and got ready to go to the mall. We were going to meet with our friends Chloe and Erin to look around for a while then go to the movies. Once again when it was time to leave Jody seemed reluctant to go but eventually gave in and got ready to go. On the way to the mall I thought she must be sick or something because she really didn't look comfortable and would occasionally hold her stomach. Finally I asked if she was alright. She suddenly perked up and said yes with a smile like she normally would. She seemed to feel a little better after that until we reached the mall and met with Chloe and Erin. We talked for a while, then began looking through the stores. In the second store we went into we started to look at clothes when Jody walked further to the back. I had an eye on her now as I noticed the clothes in that area were things she wouldn't wear and she wasn't even looking at them. She was standing between two clothing racks so I slowly made my way toward her while she was facing the other way just to figure out what exactly was going on with her. I looked into her isle to see her standing there with her legs crossed, looking around nervously and then it hit me. She had to go to the bathroom. She must've been afraid to use the bathrooms in public or even at my house. I started thinking back to how she was acting that morning, the night before, and even at school the day before. The way she was sitting uncomfortably and would sometimes stand there like she was frozen in her tracks made it pretty obvious now that I knew what her problem was. I realized she must've had to poop since she'd been holding it like that for quite a while now, but at the same time I couldn't remember her ever using the bathroom to pee since she got to my house. I slowly walked away so she wouldn't notice me and she could have some peace while she struggled to hold her poop. I was surprised how intrigued I was by the whole situation. I couldn't stop thinking about it and I constantly kept an eye on her in case anything happened. I had been getting a little worried about her for while until I figured out the problem. It was very unusual for her to not be happy and cheerful but now I felt sorry for her. She must've really hated public washrooms not to go when she was that desperate. She continued to struggle with her problem as we slowly browsed from store to store and she looked like she was she was getting worse as time went on. With thoughts still buzzing in my head I began thinking back to certain times when I was with her and I realized this wasn't the first time this had happened. This was definitely the worst I'd seen her but every once in a while at school or if she was at my house she would sometimes act a little bit weird and now I knew it was because of her bathroom problem. She kept pushing on, trying to keep up with us but it looked like it was getting harder for her just to walk through the mall. A couple times as the rest of us began walking out of the store she stayed behind pretending to look at something while struggling to regain control so she could walk again. We had been at the mall for two hours and with Jody's problem continuing to get worse we headed toward the theater to catch the show. She ordered a small Coke before we went in to find seats. She was really having a hard time sitting still but probably didn't want to let anyone know her situation so she sat with her legs glued together bouncing them up and down subtly. I knew she wouldn't be able to enjoy the movie much and I really wished there was something I could do but I knew mentioning it would just embarrass her if she was that self-conscious, so I continued just keeping an eye on her. I really couldn't concentrate on the movie that much either, not only because I couldn't get my mind off Jody, but every minute or so she would change position or squirm around trying to help hold it. Later in the movie I looked over to see how she was doing. Although she was trying to be subtle, she probably couldn't help herself and had a hand between her legs. With that, and seeing her Coke was still full I knew she had to pee now too. Finally the show was finished and we got up to leave the theater. Jody had a pretty hard time just getting up but managed to stay behind us. Before we walked back out toward the mall, Chloe made a stop at the bathroom. I wondered if Jody would at least be able to use public bathrooms to pee so she didn't have to worry about both ends but she just stayed outside with Erin and I waiting for Chloe. I wondered how far she would take it. She obviously had to go number 1 and 2 really bad and she would have to go eventually. I wondered how long she could go before she had no choice and had to use a bathroom. I was really getting worried for her. We had to wait another hour before my mom came to pick us up, then we were supposed to go out for supper afterward. After that we would probably go to the video store to get a movie for later and maybe some snacks. So it could be another 2 or 3 hours before we got home. Still unable to help her, we all walked down to the far end of the mall to this big bookstore/coffee shop to wait for my mom. As we spread out and began looking around the book store I could see Jody standing by a magazine rack near the store entrance. Just then she took a quick peek around the store then suddenly bolted for the door leading back to the mall. Right as she reached it, Chloe came walking out of one of the magazine aisles. “Where you going, Jody?” she asked. Jody froze before the doorway and stared back at Chloe with a terrified look on her face. Before she could gather herself to respond, Chloe said, “we got a table over by the café,” she said, and signaled her over to where Erin was sitting. I joined her at the table while keeping an eye on Jody. Still looking nervous, she grabbed a magazine and sat on a stool beside us. She looked a bit funny as she had her legs spread and looked like she was digging her crotch into the seat. Looking at her face I could tell she was really straining and it was getting harder for her to hide it. She must've had to go so badly I couldn't imagine. She had been desperate for hours and must've been exhausted. Every once in a while she would grab her crotch with her hand under the table, then quickly pull it away so nobody could see. Another long hour had passed and my mom still wasn't there. We decided to go outside to wait for her in front of the store since she should've been there any minute. Jody was really laboring just to walk a few feet and immediately plopped down onto the steps out front. She sat in a fetal position holding her legs to her chest and rocking back and forth. She began letting out tiny gasps or grunts every once in a while and I wondered if she was close to losing it. Another 20 minutes went by until finally my mom arrived. Jody was still holding on but stayed planted on the step as the rest of us piled into the van. Finally she got up and carefully made her way into the van keeping her knees glued together. I started keeping an eye at the crotch of her jeans. They were snug fitting semi-dark jeans that would show any wetness pretty clearly. She was in the back seat with me so I just sat there and watched her squirm desperately. She was sitting to my right so shortly after we pulled away from the mall she took her opposite hand and put it right down her pants to hold between her legs. She stayed like that all the way until we got to the pizza place. Again she very carefully got out of the van and followed us into the restaurant. She sat on one corner of the table closest to the wall with me next to her. Until now she had been occasionally joining in to the conversation just to act like nothing was wrong but she wasn't saying anything now. She was concentrating so hard on holding it now she was just staring at the table in front of her wiggling her legs like crazy. Soon I noticed her take her opposite hand and put it right down her pants again. Then she started grabbing her stomach with her other hand. She must've been in agony with both ends pushing like that. We waited forever just for the food to arrive. When it did, Jody managed to down one piece. Probably so nobody would be suspicious. She also took the tiniest sip of her drink and left the rest. Luckily Chloe and Erin had been talking amongst themselves all day drawing attention away from Jody so nobody but me really noticed how little she ate. I also knew she had a big appetite; it always shocked me how she could eat huge amounts of food and stay so small so I knew she must be dying of thirst and hunger but didn't want to increase her problem any more. After the meal was finished we had been there for almost an hour and she was still hanging on, but she looked to be in real pain now. Her face was red and twisted with anguish, and she couldn't even walk more than 2 or 3 steps without stopping and squeezing her legs together. To make it even worse everyone except her went to the bathroom before leaving the restaurant. She was standing there frozen waiting for all of us to come out, and as she stared at the bathroom door watching us all come out I saw a tear roll down her face. Again I wished I could do something, even give her a hug I felt so bad for her, but she probably thought nobody knew what she was doing so I couldn't say anything. Then I suddenly noticed something. I don't know why I didn't see before but it looked like her stomach was a bit bloated. I guess you would only notice it if you were looking for it but she was usually so thin and tiny I could definitely see a difference. Once again we all got into the van where my mom announced we would be going to the movie store. With that I saw a look of hopelessness across Jody's face. I thought she would lose it any time now. It was getting worse and worse until we finally got to the store where she sucked it up and got out of the van once again. When we got inside she slowly and carefully walked off on her own toward the back of the store I kept her within view thinking she must be about to lose it at any second. I didn't want to be noticed so I got behind a movie shelf that had little spaces in each row so I could get a perfect view of her. She was in the far corner of the store holding onto a shelf and squirming for her life. She looked around every once in a while then bent over with her legs crossed, leaning her head against the shelf holding on with all her might. Another 10 minutes went by and she was still holding. Erin and Chloe called to us saying they'd found a movie and were ready to go. I stayed for a few seconds just to see if Jody could even walk. It took her a while to gather herself but she forced herself to hobble toward the door. Then suddenly after she had taken only 2 steps her knees buckled together and she let out a whimper. She stood awkwardly with her knees together and feet apart with both hands jammed between her legs and I thought she was going to lose it. She stood frozen like that for a minute before finally breathing again and slowly moving step by step toward the door. Erin and Chloe were still too preoccupied to notice her extremely labored walking but a few people in the store shot glances at her. There was still no sign of wetness on her jeans so I thought she might be able to make it home. I was sure she would at least use the bathroom there, otherwise what was she holding it for? She managed to get in the van and back to her usual seat in the back corner. The van began moving, but away from our house. Concerned for Jody, I asked where we were going. "I just have to stop at the bank for a sec, then we'll go to the store to get some chips or whatever for you guys." Jody who had been staring at her lap with intense concentration looked up in horror. She looked so terrified at the thought of waiting any longer and began panicking a little bit with heavy breathing and making soft grunting noises. Just as we were slowly driving through the strip mall toward the bank, Jody suddenly stiffened up staring back down at her lap. She froze for a few seconds until she let out a frustrated whimper. Then she looked up with the most horrified look on her face, and I knew, she was peeing her pants. I could tell she was in panic mode as she squirmed and looked around frantically as if looking for a way to stop it. After a few seconds she must've finally realized the accident was inevitable. I saw her relax a bit and just stare down at her lap in utter disbelieve. I think I was almost as shocked as her. With my mouth hanging open, I stared right at her crotch unable to believe what she was doing. Her legs were tight together but I could see a glistening wet patch spreading up her crotch from between her legs. Then, over the dull hum of the engine I heard a light trickling sound coming from her lap. As she gave up fighting and relaxed a little more it turned into a loud hiss flowing into her jeans. I glanced up at her beat red face and she probably looked a little bit like me at the moment, staring down at her lap with a look of complete shock on her face. I continued staring at her as she peed and peed. The wetness began spreading out from the seat of her jeans and into the car seat around her. Finally as we stopped at the bank she was still going. Then when my mom turned the engine off the hissing of her pee became loud and clear. She must've noticed it too as she looked up nervously and leaned forward in the seat to try and muffle the sound. Suddenly a glint of light caught my eye and I looked down at the floor. The pee had soaked through the seat and was pooling on the floor underneath her. She had peed so much and I could hear her still going full out. It looked like she didn't quite know what to do while she waited to finish going. With the whole floor of the van starting to flood, I finally heard the torrent of pee slow down as she let out the last few squirts. Still staring right at her, my mouth was now hanging open not just at the fact she had wet her pants but at the amount of pee that had just come out of her, I couldn't believe it. No wonder she had to go, she had been carrying around literally a gallon of pee all day. She must've had a huge bladder and I began to wonder how long she had been holding it. Her pants were completely drenched even in the front where it had spread up around her crotch and legs. I realized the van was parked slightly uphill so I took a peek into the very back of the van and sure enough there was a large pool of pee covering the whole back of the van. When she was finally finished she let out a sigh and her exhausted body slumped in her seat, but she was still staring down at her lap in shock. After a few seconds she finally started to snap out of her trance and began nervously looking around. As my own shock began to wear off I started to feel so bad for her. After fighting in agony all day she ended up peeing her pants anyway. She must've felt so awful, not just from peeing her pants at 13 but I began to think about her situation. She was stuck in this van where she would have to get out soon, if not at the store then at my house where her accident would be seen by everybody. Jody looked as though she had already thought of that as she looked extremely nervous. Unfortunately there wasn’t anything she could do so she just sat there looking down at herself, then at everyone else, probably paranoid that everybody else knew. Finally my mom got back and we began driving to the store. Jody stared at the floor on the verge of crying until we got into the store parking lot. When the rest of us hopped out of the van one of the girls asked if she was coming. Trying her best to steady her voice, Jody said "No, that’s alright." They just shrugged it off and went into the store. I followed them in and got what I was looking for, then got a bag of Jody's favorite chips and a drink for her. She had to be really hungry and thirsty since she didn't want to eat or drink all day. I thought since she'd already peed her pants she would be willing to drink. Then I suddenly remembered that earlier in the day it looked like she had to poop. I had completely forgotten since her need to pee had been so obvious for the last few hours. I wondered if she still had to go and how awful it must be for her if she was holding both ends. We paid for our things and went out to the van where Jody was waiting. She leaned forward with her hands on her lap as she tried to hide her accident. With the interior light on it was impossible to miss her surrounded by a soaking seat in drenched pants so I just pretended to not even look as I sat down. She still sounded like she was having a hard time and I thought she might just holding back tears as she let out a few strange whimpers and grunts. Then I looked over to see her grabbing her stomach and wincing. Right then I knew she had to poop badly too. I felt even worse for her. As if it wasn't bad enough she had to deal with the humiliation of peeing herself and the fear of getting caught, she was still fighting to hold her poop. I waited for her to stop grabbing her stomach and look up before handing her a Coke. "Thanks," she said shyly. She didn't waste much time opening it and taking a long drink. The poor girl really was dying of thirst as she took another long drink of the Coke. We left the store to finally go home. Jody was really concentrating on her stomach now as we got closer and it looked like she had to go really bad. When we finally got to my house I was so afraid for Jody. She looked terrified as well knowing she had to get out of the van. Luckily it was getting dark out so maybe she wouldn't be noticed until we got inside. After the rest of us were out she got out of her seat and moved toward the door. She waited until we were on the other side of the van walking toward the house before she got out and closed the door. It looked like losing all that pee only helped her labored walking a little bit as she slowly tried to follow behind us. As we opened the door and went in, she stayed right outside the door with her legs back behind the doorframe. When everyone was busy taking off their shoes she quickly snuck in and backed into the laundry room where it was fairly dark. She slid off her shoes and waited for us to go downstairs. Now I wondered what she would do. It was light downstairs so she stayed up and waited for it to clear out. Chloe went into the bathroom while Erin began messing around with the DVD player to start the movie. I went into my room and peeked out the door to see what Jody would do. Sure enough, seeing that everyone was distracted, Jody carefully walked down the stairs. Her wet pants were clearly exposed so she looked around urgently trying to decide what to do. She turned toward the bathroom but saw it was occupied so she quickly hobbled over to the couch and sat down on it. The backpack she had brought was sitting next to her so she grabbed it from beside the couch and put it on her lap, pretending to look through it to cover her accident. She waited in obvious pain while everyone came and sat around her to watch the movie. I knew she was willing to use the bathroom by the way she turned toward it when she first came downstairs but now if she got up everyone would see her drenched pants. It must've been torture for her. She came so close to making it back but peed her pants at the last minute. Now she had to sit there with a bathroom about 20 feet away, unable to get up and relieve herself. She kept looking around as if trying to figure out away to get to the bathroom without everyone seeing but no matter how bad she wanted to go she couldn't get up. All she could do was sit there and wait. She somehow managed to squirm and grunt and struggle for another 2 hours until the movie was almost over. After that I would probably be able to get everyone to go upstairs for more drinks and snacks so Jody would have a chance to use the bathroom. With just a few minutes left I started to feel a little better hoping Jody would finally be able to go. Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her clutch her stomach, letting out a painful grunt. She looked so terrified as I could tell she was losing the battle. Then after giving one final longing glance at the bathroom, a strange frightened look came over her face. She then suddenly tensed up, arching her body above the seat trying to squeeze her butt really hard. She stayed like that squirming for a few seconds until her mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide. Right then I knew it was starting to come out. She lowered her butt back onto the seat and slowly looked down at her lap with that same shocked look stuck on her face. Suddenly I saw her stomach convulse and she let out a quiet grunt. Her stomach convulsed again, forcing her to lean forward in her seat. With one more convulsion she gave a big push and I knew she was going to poop her pants. Her face went fire engine red as she took a deep breath and uncontrollably heaved as hard as she could, again and again. I was staring right at her with my mouth hanging open, too amazed to be inconspicuous. She strained for a few seconds until taking another deep breath she lifted her butt a couple inches above the cushion and gave another big push. A small lump sticking out the seat of her pants suddenly began growing with plenty of sound effects. I could hear a fairly loud crackling sound as it pushed her jeans out and began spreading over her butt. I looked back up at Jody's face to see a look of sheer concentration. As she filled her panties the crackling became more muffled but still very audible from where I was sitting. The load was really beginning to settle in the seat of her pants. Her underwear were so full and she showed no signs of slowing down. Every time I thought she was done she would give another push and add to the mountain of poop in the back of her jeans. Like her pee accident, I was shocked at the amount of poop that came out of her. Looking at the bulge on her butt it didn't look like it could even fit inside her. Then, remembering that she looked a bit bloated earlier I could definitely see her stomach had settled back to normal size. Finally it looked like she might be done. With her stomach still convulsing she stayed hovering over the seat looking unsure of what to do. She probably didn't want to sit down on that mountain of poop but if somebody looked over at her she would be found out for sure so she slowly lowered herself into the seat, squashing all that poop under her butt. Still holding her stomach she looked around nervously then suddenly leaned forward again with her butt still in the seat and gave another heave. With more crackling sounds coming from the seat underneath her she added even more poop to the already enormous pile in her pants. She sat frozen for a few seconds until I saw her stomach tense up and she had yet another movement in her pants. This time she had to be finished. She was still pushing when her hand suddenly shot between her legs. She gasped for a second and I wondered what was going on. Finally she collapsed onto the couch a bit and just sat there with disbelief and shock written all over her face and let out a big sigh. But that wasn’t all I heard. As she relaxed back into her seat I heard a familiar trickling sound coming from her, and I knew right away. She was peeing her pants again. The look of terror on her face was replaced by a look of defeat and resignation as she just stared at her lap watching it turn darker as she peed her pants for a second time. I guess drinking all that Coke after her first accident filled her up quickly and she lost control while she pushed her poop out. It wasn’t nearly as much as when she peed in the van but it was still a surprising amount. I couldn't imagine how terrible she must've felt. Peeing her pants the first time had obviously devastated her, and now as if that wasn't bad enough, she couldn't hold it and ended up pooping and peeing her pants again. I felt so bad for her. It was hard to watch my best friend who was normally so cheerful and nice to everybody with that violated and shamed look on her face. She didn't deserve such a humiliating experience. Luckily it looked like the other girls were too absorbed in the movie and still hadn't found out. Then it hit me, surely her poop would start to smell up the room and she would be found out, but I couldn't smell anything yet. I kept waiting for the smell to waft over to me until finally I could barely smell the faintest scent of poop. It didn't smell too strongly at all and probably wouldn't be recognizable unless you were sniffing for it so she probably wouldn't be found out by the smell. I tried to think of some way to help but I didn't know what to do so I just left her and hoped I could still get the other girls to leave and go upstairs after the movie was over so she could change. She sat there just staring at the TV with the same dejected look. She still looked really uncomfortable sitting on that humungous load in her pants, but I didn't think it would feel very nice to have to sit in her poop like that. Then I noticed her eyes were glazed over and I could tell she was trying to hold back tears. Sure enough, just a few minutes later the movie was over. Erin spoke up about going upstairs and heating up some of the leftover pizza. Jody must’ve been heartbroken knowing if only she could’ve held on a few more minutes she would’ve made it safely to the bathroom. Instead, everyone else got up to stretch and walk around while Jody sat there in horror and tried her best to cover her lap which was still soaked. With the TV no longer drawing attention from her, I could just see the fear on her face that she could be discovered. Me, Chloe, and Erin all took turns going to the bathroom again while Jody was forced to stay in her seat. When I came out of the bathroom Chloe and Erin were upstairs and Jody was still in her seat pretending to look busy by looking through her bag while one hand still clutched her stomach. I started walking upstairs with the other girls but I stopped at the top and peeked down through the railing to see what Jody would do next. After hearing me reach the top of the stairs she put her bag aside and held her stomach with both hands. She gave one last look up the stairs but didn't spot me. With that she leaned forward and let out a big grunt as she heaved as hard as she could and pooped her pants again. I could see her stomach convulsing as she pushed uncontrollably, trying to get everything out. Finally her body relaxed and she was done. With exhaustion written on her face she slowly opened her legs a little bit and looked down at her lap as if trying to figure out what to do. After a few seconds she slowly got up out of her seat and stood awkwardly with her legs apart and her knees bent. She reached back and felt the back of her pants. As she turned her body a little bit to try and look at the bulge on her butt, I was able to catch a glimpse of it. I actually had to cover my mouth to keep from gasping. I couldn’t believe how big it was. She was wearing tight jeans but the mountain of poop seemed to be stretching them out and spread over her whole butt. After standing there staring down at her mess for a while, she began looking around probably trying to figure out what to do. Knowing there wasn't much else to see and not wanting to be caught watching her, I went upstairs with the other girls. They were warming up some of the left over pizza from the restaurant when one of them mentioned something quietly about Jody. I thought maybe they'd known about her problem all along like I had but didn't say anything, but then Erin replied with "Yeah, I'm not sure what's wrong." I told them that she'd been feeling sick since the night before and they seemed to buy it so it looked like Jody might be in the clear. She just had to keep her accident hidden until the next morning when Chloe and Erin would be going home. I figured now that Jody had pooped her pants she would be willing to eat since she was probably starving, so I heated up the whole pizza and took it downstairs where Jody was sitting in the same spot, but covered by her sleeping bag. I put the pizza right in front of Jody so she could just reach out and get it. She took some tentatively at first but once she started eating she couldn't stop and eventually ate what would normally be about 2 filling meals for me. She also quickly started drinking more Coke, making up for missed meals and dehydration. But then she probably remembered it caused her to pee her pants a second time and slowed down after the first few gulps. For a while we all just sat and talked. Jody obviously couldn't bring herself to join the conversation and was visibly upset, so she just sat on the couch pretending to be sleepy but I knew it was just an excuse not to bring attention to herself. Eventually we started watching another movie as Jody just stayed in her sleeping bag and lay down on the couch. With everybody still around her she never got a chance to change and ended up wearing those wet poopy pants all night. She must've been so exhausted from holding on all day because not long into the movie she actually fell asleep wearing them. During the movie Chloe and Erin got their sleeping bags and laid them out on the floor with some foamies that we had in my house. I got a blanket for the recliner I was in and we eventually all fell asleep with the TV on.
Early Sunday morning I woke up to some stirring around. I opened my eyes to see Jody getting out of her sleeping bag, slowly standing up to look down at herself trying to assess the damage. It was still fairly dark but I could see her well in the light of the TV. She reached back and felt the enormous bulge in her pants which was still sticking way out despite her sitting down in it all night. After a few seconds she reached for her backpack and took out a change of pants and underwear. She took them with her as she began waddling toward the bathroom. I could really see the bulge as she passed by me and I couldn't believe the size of it. I didn't think snug fitting jeans had much give but hers were stretched out like she had a big pillow down the back of her pants. She could barely walk as she made her way to the bathroom and closed the door. It must've been about 5 or 6 AM as the sky was starting to turn orange outside the basement window. Jody was only in there for about 10 minutes before I heard a flush and she quietly stepped out of the bathroom. She couldn't have done much cleaning up in that amount of time, and surely she couldn't have flushed that enormous mountain of poop that was in her panties with a single flush. My mind started racing again about everything that had happened in the last day or so, I couldn't believe how intrigued I was by Jody's accidents. I wondered how she would get by for the next two weeks at my house, Did she learn her lesson or would she continue trying to hold it? She came out of the bathroom in a clean pair of pants holding her wet jeans in one hand and messy underwear in the other. Then as she got closer I looked at the underwear she was holding and it still had the poop in it. Now seeing the real size of her load I had to keep myself from shouting "Whoa!" I absolutely could not believe it. It must have been one big solid mass because it all stayed in her underwear. It hung out the leg holes taking up just about all the space in the underwear and it was way too big to fall out the leg holes as she carried it toward the couch. Very quietly, she looked through her backpack for a minute until she took out a towel. To my surprise she wrapped up the poop filled panties in the towel and stuffed them down to the bottom of her bag. Not knowing what to think of that I watched her sit back on the couch and watch TV for a while looking pretty upset. I could tell by her sniffing and wiping her eyes that she was crying a little bit. I felt so sorry for her but I was glad she never got caught by anyone else. Eventually I drifted back to sleep for a couple more hours until I heard everyone else waking up. We all woke up and went upstairs for breakfast. Jody looked pretty down but also a little paranoid like she was wondering if anybody had knew what she did. After the pancakes were ready she hungrily ate more than anyone else, still making up for missed meals as she had barely eaten anything the day before. She was a bit hesitant to drink but a tall glass of orange juice was poured for her so she eventually drank it all up. Finally it was time to drop off Chloe and Erin so we all got ready and went out to the van. Jody suddenly seemed a little nervous again and then I realized she was probably wondering if the wet spot was still on the car seat from her accident. Before I could see it myself she jumped into the back and sat in the same seat. It must've been pretty dry because she didn't seem worried anymore and I couldn't see any wetness around her. The rest of the day went by without incident and it seemed like she was starting to feel at least a little better from her ordeal the night before, until later in the afternoon. She seemed a little nervous again and I wondered what the problem was. Sure enough, not too long after that I started to see signs of squirming. Once again I couldn't help but be fascinated by her problem. I watched her carefully to see how she would handle it this time. She kept subtly squirming as the nervous look on her face became more evident. After a while I went upstairs to see what would be for supper later. When I was coming back downstairs I just caught her walking back to the computer where she had been sitting before. With that I could just hear that the toilet had been flushed. I was glad she had taken care of her problem but I to my surprise I was a little disappointed that the accident watch was over. The night went on pretty normally until finally at around midnight I thought I saw a little bit of squirming coming on again. Unfortunately I was too tired to keep a watch on her and told her I was going to bed since we had gotten up pretty early that morning. She agreed and got ready for bed. I offered her my bed but she insisted on a mattress we set up on the floor of my room. She got into some pajama bottoms with a tank top and crawled onto her mattress. I was pretty tired but I had to stay awake to see what she was going to do. I wondered if she could fall asleep having to pee so I lay there for a while waiting for something to happen. Right off the bat I could tell she was trying to squirm while being quiet but every little movement was amplified by her sleeping bag. She continued like this for almost half an hour and I could barely stay awake. Soon I began drifting off and right when I was half asleep I heard her slowly get out of her sleeping bag and tip toe out of the room. Soon I could actually hear the trickle of her peeing coming all the way from the bathroom. It quickly grew into a loud hiss that lasted for a long time. I confirmed by the sound and length of her pee that she really did have a massive bladder which was pretty amazing considering her fairly petite size. I couldn't help but think about her doing all that and more in her pants the night before. No wonder the back of the van was flooded. Finally she finished and after a flush, came back to her bed. Knowing there was nothing more to see I quickly fell asleep wondering how she could keep this up for 2 weeks.

Monday was pretty much the same as Sunday. I woke up to Jody walking out of the room and a short time later a trickle from the bathroom. It wasn't quite the same hissing torrent she made last night but still a lot of pee compared me or anyone else I'd heard. She flushed then turned on the TV and sat down. I lay there for a while just so she wouldn't think I'd known she went to the bathroom. Eventually I got up and the day went much like the day before. We had breakfast where Jody ate quite a bit and was a little bit hesitant to drink at first, but ended up drinking a lot too. We just stayed around the house, went to a strip mall nearby for a while, and then sat at home a little more. Then, sure enough, she started showing signs of needing to pee in the afternoon. Soon after seeing that, I went upstairs leaving her alone in the basement. When I went back down a few minutes later I could tell she was a little bit relieved but something wasn’t quite right. It didn’t take long to figure out she had to poop again. It had been a couple days since she took that huge dump in her pants and I wondered how long she could hold it before going again. I don't think a month's worth of my poop would even match what she had done in her panties that night but I figured her bowels must fill up quick and hold a lot, just like her bladder. Until now it looked like she just had to pee but after supper I knew she was starting to feel a poop urge just by the way she was squirming so once again I kept an eye on her at all times. She made it to bed time and squirmed in her sleeping bag for nearly an hour until sneaking out the door to go to the bathroom, where another torrent of pee echoed loudly all the way into my room.

Tuesday was more of the same except early in the morning she started looking a bit nervous and uncomfortable again and right away I knew she was starting to have to poop really bad. I quickly noticed she started acting strangely just like the first day she stayed with us. I started keeping a closer eye on her now, wondering how she would handle it this time. She eventually made it through the day probably exhausted from holding her pee and poop the whole time. On Wednesday afternoon she started squirming to hold her pee earlier than usual. Shortly after that started she wasted no time dashing to the bathroom as everyone else was upstairs for a few minutes. I could barely hear the toilet flushing downstairs then I came downstairs to see a slightly more relaxed Jody on the couch, although she was still obviously struggling with her growing poop urge. Now that she had peed she drank as if she had just hiked across a desert with no water, as she usually did. Although she probably had to go again by bed time, Jody didn't take her late night pee since it hadn't been that long since she'd gone and she probably thought she could wait until tomorrow morning.

I woke up on Wednesday at the same time as Jody, but I stayed in bed as she was just getting up to do her morning routine. Right away I noticed her favoring both her stomach and her bladder as she gingerly got up and walked toward the door. She reached out to open the door but suddenly stopped as she saw my sister Cary outside watching TV. She stood at the door squirming for a while as if figuring out what to do until she stepped away from the door and continued squirming by her bed. After a couple minutes she carefully got down onto her bed, keeping her legs tight together and lay on her back. It was pretty obvious what she was doing. She was lying stiff as a board and squeezing her butt as hard as she could. It was actually kind of funny to watch but I started to feel sorry for her. It must've been so uncomfortable to be going through this at somebody else’s house and not really having any privacy to deal with her problem. Finally we were called up for breakfast so I pretended to be just waking up and began getting dressed. Seeing that I was awake, Jody tried to act normal and got dressed with me but I could tell she had to pee and poop really bad. We all went up for breakfast and this time Jody seemed really hesitant to eat or drink but not wanting to be rude, ended up eating quite a big breakfast, although she did manage to only take a sip of orange juice, which was good because I knew she had drank a lot last night after going to the bathroom. She seemed really nervous at that point and looked like she was already close to going. While I did feel kind of bad for her, I started to get really intrigued with her problem again, just like that first day. I knew it had been almost 5 days since she last pooped, and she hadn't peed since early last night, so I wondered how that would affect her. Shortly after breakfast we discussed what everybody would be doing that day. My parents were going out of town until later that night so they wanted us to stay with Cary and her friend Jaime while they ran around and did a bunch of things that day. We stayed home for a couple hours as Jody's squirming got progressively worse. We were getting pretty close to leaving and while Jody had been trying to find a way into the bathroom without anyone seeing, everyone else was getting dressed and ready to go. Cary noticed that she was still in her pajamas as she asked Jody if she was ready to go. Jody looked like she really didn't want any part of it but without much of a choice, she hobbled into my room and got changed into some nice tight black cords and this cute grey long sleeve shirt that was thin and fairly snug fitting. Her tight pants probably weren't the most comfortable to wear in her situation but she had a limited wardrobe while she was staying at my house. The only comfortable thing she had were the pajamas that she had just changed out of. After she had changed she went back to lingering in the basement waiting for an opportunity to use the bathroom without being noticed. Once again I couldn't believe how afraid she was of somebody finding out she was using the bathroom. I could tell she had to go so badly and she had a desperate look on her face but she still refused to go unless the coast was clear. A few minutes later we were about to leave and Jody still hadn't used the bathroom. The rest of us were waiting at the door as Jody stood downstairs still clinging to her hope of using the bathroom with nobody around. Finally, Cary called down asking if she was ready to go. Jody called back saying she would be ready in a minute. I knew she was hoping that this would make us all go outside, leaving her alone to do her business. Unfortunately for her, Cary didn't bite and we just kept standing at the door, waiting for her. With that Jody finally gave up and made her way up the stairs, trying to hide her desperation. She even struggled just to put her shoes on. With her legs stiff and glued together, she finally managed to slide her shoes on and follow us out the door. Once we were in the car she did her best to hide her squirming as she sat next to me. It looked like it was already getting really serious but she would just have to wait until we got to the mall. She took her hand that was opposite me and slid it down the waste of her cords. She didn't jam it way down into her crotch like I'd seen her do a few days ago but I could tell she was just trying to give some slack for her stomach which had swollen up very noticeably in the last day or so. I started to worry for her that she might not make it to the mall. She seemed to almost roll her eyes in pain every time we stopped at a red light. I don’t know why she didn’t just go to the bathroom at my house. I know she was willing to go, even in front of us, if she was that desperate. But she must’ve known if she didn’t go at my house it would get to this point. Then I figured that she probably thought she could lose us in the mall so nobody would see her use the bathroom there. I knew she was trying to do that before she had her big accident a few days ago, she just couldn’t get away from the group without being caught. It still seemed to be awfully risky, considering how hard she took those accidents. Finally as the mall came into view she stared at it longingly. Unfortunately, the light right before the mall turned red. She knew it was a really long light too and I could see it on her face as she winced and stared back down at her lap in concentration. She looked like she was really in trouble but she managed to make it through the light and still had it under control as we got to the mall and found a parking spot. She managed to make it to the mall but that was only the first part of her struggle. As the rest of us all got out of the car I could tell she was very reluctant to follow. When she stepped out of the car it looked like her knees were basically glued together. She struggled again to follow the rest of us walking to the mall entrance. She made sure to keep me between her and my sister. I guess she was more comfortable squirming around me, which made sense, but she still followed behind me not wanting me to notice her struggles either. As soon as we stepped into the mall she began glancing around like she was looking for an escape. Looking more afraid than anything to draw any kind of attention to her problem, she tagged along with us instead of running off to find a bathroom. We started out going to this big electronics store because Jaime needed to get something for her camera. When we got into the store, Jody and I went off to look by ourselves. I started looking at DVDs while Jody trailed behind me, keeping her distance for a couple minutes before slipping off into the next aisle. I couldn’t help myself and walked to the end of my aisle, pretending to look at the deals they had displayed while peeking around the corner at Jody. Sure enough she was fidgeting like crazy and kept putting her hand between her legs for just a second before quickly pulling it away. I could tell she really wanted to find a more private place to squirm but the whole store was pretty open. She stood there in agony for a few minutes until Cary and Jaime spotted me and came to get me. She must’ve heard them talking to me because she quickly glanced up and pretended to read the back of a DVD. Cary wanted to take a look at the TVs so Jody joined up with us as we walked by her toward the TV section. She continued subtly struggling while staying a step behind everyone else. Just as we got there she stiffened up a little bit and appeared to be paying more attention to her poop urge. She stood in one spot the whole time probably trying to resist the urge to grab her butt and squirm like crazy. As we finally finished looking at the TVs and started walking toward the store exit, she looked really nervous as she tried to gather herself and begin walking with us. We continued our way down the mall, stopping at a few stores along the way. Just watching her it felt like every minute was dragging by, even for me. I knew it was torture for her and I wondered if she would ever go. As we were leaving one of the stores I could see a bathroom sign in the direction we were walking. I kept an eye on Jody and it didn’t take long before I could see her eyes widen at the sight of the bathroom. She looked like she wanted to run toward it but stayed beside us walking slowly and carefully. As we finally passed it she looked like she wanted to go in but hesitated. Then Jaime pointed out a store that was just a few feet past the bathroom. As we entered the store Jody stopped just outside the entrance. I guess she was hoping we wouldn’t notice her then she could just run to the bathroom, but Cary caught her and asked her if she was coming. “Yeah,” replied Jody timidly. She followed us in and did her usual routine of finding a place to hide so she could squirm. This time she found a place close to the entrance. After a couple minutes, she tried to make a move for the door but Jaime saw her and said they were leaving anyway. Jody looked pretty disappointed but stayed near the entrance waiting for Cary and Jaime to slowly make their way out of the store. Finally we left the store and started walking a little further down the mall toward a big department store. Jody always looked like she was about to sprint back to the bathroom but never did. I guess she just couldn’t build up the courage, so she went on suffering while we walked further and further away from the bathrooms. When we got to the department store I thought she would have a chance to get away from the group and get to the bathroom. Unfortunately she never got the chance. Cary found what she was looking for fairly close to the entrance and she followed us to a long lineup at the checkout. There were people with carts full of stuff lined up with us and it looked like it might take a while. Jody continued looking more and more terrified. We waited at the checkout while each person ahead of us took their time making their purchase. It seemed like something always went wrong with each person ahead of us. I could see Courtney wincing in agony every time something happened. Then when there was still three people ahead of us and it looked like she was really focusing on trying to hold her poo, she suddenly stiffened up and her hand shot down between her legs. I could tell she was in agony as both ends pushed hard to come out. She looked around desperately like she was looking for a way out but the people in front and behind us had us trapped in the aisle with shopping carts. Not wanting to make a scene by pushing past everyone she quickly abandoned that idea and really concentrated on holding on. Now she looked terrified but still wouldn’t go. Then suddenly her hands shot down between her legs and she turned to run back out of the aisle but was again blocked by the shopping cart. She quickly turned back and looked like she was about to sprint by Cary and Jaime but then her whole body froze and she slowly looked down at herself. Right then I saw a tiny wet spot form between her legs. It was small and her black cords hid it pretty well but I could see it glistening and I knew right away that she had peed a little bit. After a couple seconds it grew a slightly as she let a little more out before stopping it. I could see her stomach and legs quickly clench up whenever she tried to cut off the pee. Then she let out another longer spurt and I could actually hear it spray into her panties before she clenched her muscles up again and managed to stem the flow. She could only stop it for a couple more seconds before letting out another spurt, but this time she couldn’t stop it. As she tensed up to try and cut off the squirt I could see the wet patch on her crotch still growing. It started trickling out faster and faster until I could hear the pee hissing into her panties and glistening streams of pee began quickly flowing down her legs. As the floodgates opened I looked at her face to see pure shock written all over it. Now that she knew she had lost it she started looking around in a panic to see if anybody knew what she was doing. I quickly looked away just in time so she didn’t realize I’d been watching her the whole time. I went right back to watching her as she scanned the rest of the area. As usual, Cary and Jaime were preoccupied and looking the other way and the shopping cart behind her blocked other people’s view of her accident. But now Jody was probably beginning to worry as much about the sound of the accident as the sight as I could hear a loud hissing coming from between her legs. Unfortunately there wasn’t anything she could do but wait until she finished peeing her pants. It looked like she finally realized this as her whole body, which was still tensed up as if she still had a hope of stopping the flow, seemed to suddenly relax and just let the rest come out, drenching her pants. With that the hissing got even louder and the pee pattered onto the carpet underneath her as she was going full out. Once again I was shocked at the whole situation, especially how much pee came out of her. She just stood with her knees buckled together and pee flowing down her legs until finally she was finished. When she was done she just slowly looked around and back down at her pants to assess the damage. I was so afraid for her. She’d managed to get through that disaster a few days ago without being found out by anyone except me, but after peeing her pants in the middle of a mall I knew she would be found out this time. Her pants were completely drenched all over the front and probably even worse in the back. Luckily the black cords she was wearing didn’t show the wetness very clearly but it would still be obvious to anybody who looked right at her pants from a fairly close distance. There wasn’t anything she could do but just try and pretend nothing was wrong. I knew she would be way to shy to confess or excuse herself so she just stood and waited for Cary and Jaime to buy what they came here for. We weren’t even through the checkout line before she started squirming again and I suddenly remembered she had to poop really bad too. As usual I felt really bad for her but there still wasn’t any way I could help her. She just stood there scared to death until finally we were done at the check out and we started walking toward the door. It took her a few steps to get used to her wet pants but stayed right with us, definitely not wanting to draw extra attention now. As we continued down the mall a woman walking toward us came near and I saw her eyes move toward Jody, then down. She just quickly looked away and kept walking. I looked over to Jody and she had clearly seen the woman catch a glimpse of her because her face burned an even brighter red than it was before. Shortly after that we went into another clothing store and she immediately went for cover trying to hide her accident and her squirming. She kept squirming from her hiding spot and it looked like she was quickly getting worse. When we were ready to leave it looked like Jody was really having trouble walking, but desperate not to be discovered she raced to our side when we left the store, not giving anyone a reason to look back at her. Her long painful march down the mall continued and to add to it she got another look from a boy maybe a little older than us. I could tell that really humiliated her but she pressed on until we got to another store. It was just a store with a bunch of gift and joke items so it wouldn’t be as easy to hide but she still tried to keep something between her and everyone else at all times. Luckily it worked and she managed to keep holding on as we moved down the mall further. After that we kept walking down the mall toward the food court. It was a little more crowded than the rest of the mall so I knew Jody would have trouble walking through there. “What does everybody want?” asked Cary. We all agreed on the same place, although Jody probably didn’t care too much at this point. We all stood in line at a Greek place while Jody kept glancing around looking pretty paranoid, although she was getting a few looks while she stood there. She ordered a chicken wrap like I did, probably so she wouldn’t have to think too much about it. When we got our food we found a seat nearby and started digging in. Jody was hesitant to eat too much, not wanting to fill her stomach any more but I knew she was really hungry and thirsty. Eventually she finished her meal, and since she had already peed her pants she greedily drank a large ice tea. She probably felt a little better sitting at the table since nobody could see her drenched pants but she was obviously very uncomfortable trying to hold her poop. We sat and talked for a while without her saying much, then we stood up to continue our tour through the mall. Cary and Jaime wanted to make a few more stops before heading out. She was noticeably more worried as soon as she had to stand up and reveal her wet pants but stayed right with us, not waiting for the coast to be clear of other people before getting out of her seat. I guess it was better that a stranger saw her like that than one of us. As we started walking down the mall she started wincing in pain and I knew she was really having trouble holding onto her poop while she walked. Finally we entered another clothing store where she immediately found a hiding place in the back. I found a good place to stand right behind her where she couldn’t see me. Now she was really squirming desperately and kept whimpering and grunting in pain while she held on. She stayed like that for a while before looking up and glancing around the store. I thought she might be looking for me so I slipped out of my hiding place and moved toward Cary and Jaime who were at the check out line. She stayed squirming for a few more seconds. Then when she got control of herself she stepped out of her hiding place and quickly moved to my side like she had been since we got to the mall. I knew she was trying really hard not to fidget too much around me but she was really straining to hold on. She stood in agony for a few more seconds when suddenly she straightened up and grabbed her butt with probably the most surprised look I’ve ever seen on her face. It almost looked like she got kicked in the butt or something. She immediately sprinted toward the nearest clothing rack to hide and from there she quickly waddled her way back to her hiding spot. I carefully followed her and got back into my position to watch her. She was really struggling now. She pressed hard on her butt with one hand and squirmed frantically to try and hold her poop but it was no use, I knew she was going to poop her pants. Finally as her stomach clenched up tightly again she stopped squirming and just held onto the metal bar on the clothing rack with both hands. Her legs were still clamped together but the movement just overpowered her and I saw it touch the seat of her pants. With that she tightened her grip on the clothing rack, parted her legs a little bit, and pushed with all her might. When it started coming out she put her head down and her legs parted even more. It was almost like her movement forced her legs apart to push its way out. After a few seconds she was still really straining and it looked like she was having trouble pushing it out. Keeping her grip tight on the bar she took a deep breath and grunted as she pushed again with all her might. I saw the lump grow only slightly before she stopped pushing and let out a big sigh. She took another big breath and pushed again. I thought her head was going to pop it was so red. Then suddenly the lump in her pants practically exploded into a massive bulge with plenty of sound effects as the log finally broke free and rushed into her pants. With that she let out a sigh of relief, but she wasn’t done. I could see her stomach still convulsing and before she could catch her breath her stomach clenched up again and she kept filling her panties. The bulge was getting really big now and she showed no signs of slowing down. She pooped and pooped until I realized my mouth was open in shock at the size of the bulge. By now it would be more obvious than the wet pants if you looked at her from the back or side. Just when it looked like she might be done, she looked around nervously then tensed up again and pushed out more poop. This happened a couple more times until she finally stopped for good. Now the bulge was so massive I just couldn’t figure out how she’d kept it all inside. I couldn’t believe how far out it stuck in the back of her pants since they were fairly tight cords she had on. It still wasn’t nearly enough room so the poop had spread further down between her legs and up until it was almost up to her waist, then to the sides where it almost reached her hips. Now that she had gotten rid of all that poop, her stomach was noticeably smaller. She slowly looked down at herself not having a clue what to do. Then I think she kind of snapped back to reality as I saw a look of sheer terror wash over her face. She had miraculously managed to get this far without Cary or Jaime seeing her wet pants, now it would be much harder to keep it up. At least it seemed like she got lucky with the smell again as I couldn’t really smell her poop at all. While Jody was still trying to survey the damage in the back of her pants, my sister was almost done at the check out. Jody would have no choice but to start walking soon if she was going to keep her act up. She stood for a while longer before it looked like she realized the same thing. Still scared to death she finally took one step forward keeping her legs spread. She knew she couldn’t waddle around without being discovered so with a grimace, as though she was disgusted by having to squish the mess between her legs, she stood up straight with her legs together and tried her best to walk normally from her hiding spot. I got out of my hiding spot and stood by Cary at the check out. Jody slowly made her way toward us dodging from clothing rack to clothing rack trying to keep herself hidden until she was right beside us. With that we set off again and continued our journey down the mall. I could tell she was extremely self-conscious now. As soon as we left the store she shot a quick look behind her, and then started looking around in front of her. Unfortunately that wouldn’t be any help because she had no way to hide her accident. I wished she was at least holding a bag or something so she could cover herself with it but she had nothing. I noticed she was still clutching her stomach every once in a while as we walked. I wondered what was wrong because she had to be done pooping with the amount she’d already pushed out. As Cary stopped to look at a map of the mall I found to my shock that I was wrong. Almost as soon as Jody stopped behind her I saw her stomach tense up and her knees buckle and she had another movement in her pants right there. The bulge was already so big it hardly made a difference but I saw it grow slightly as her movement crackled and squished its way into the mountain of poop already crammed into her pants. Her face flushed red again but she didn’t have time to worry about it. Everyone quickly moved on and she had to start walking again while it looked like she might still be filling her panties. She continued getting looks for the next minute until we got back to the food court where Cary and Jaime found a bathroom. Jody stared at them enviously as they entered a hallway off the mall. Jody just kept going a couple steps until she found an empty table to sit at. I stayed just in the hallway peeking around the corner, unable to shake my amazement with her problem. Like before I knew she just felt safer having the table as cover. She hesitated for a second but was obviously anxious to have her problem hidden. With another grimace she slowly lowered her butt onto the seat squishing the giant load underneath her. Once she was down she just sat looking around nervously, that look of terror still stuck on her face. Then after looking all around for a few seconds she raised her butt slightly off the seat and with a big push she pooped her pants again. This time she pushed really hard trying to get everything out once and for all. Finally she let out a sigh signaling the end of her movement. Then, just as she sighed she suddenly looked down between her legs and I could see a few streams of pee dripping off her seat to the floor. It didn’t look like she had planned that because she suddenly tensed up and looked around nervously. I guess it was just a reflex to let out her pee when she pooped and that big ice tea she drank had probably refilled her bladder a little bit. It didn’t seem to upset her too much more, either because she couldn’t possibly be any more upset than she was, or a little more pee didn’t seem like a big deal after what she’d already done. She lowered herself back into the seat and her look of terror was replaced with exhaustion defeat. When Cary and Jaime came out of the bathroom we all gathered around the table and started discussing what we were going to do. Jody looked nervous with everyone standing around her. I stood nearest to her so nobody else would get too close. I was standing almost right over her and I could just faintly smell her accident so as long as she was careful she probably wouldn’t get caught because of the smell. After talking for a minute we decided to go home. Jody waited for us to turn around, then quickly got up and walked with us. She managed to endure the embarrassment of walking down the mall full of people for a while longer. Finally we got outside where she got a couple more looks before we got to the car. She quickly sat down in the back seat, not wanting the seat of her pants to be exposed any longer. She sat very still and quietly the whole ride back. Still thinking none of us had noticed her situation, she had to be scared to death of being discovered. When we got back home and walked toward the house she was very careful to either keep herself hidden from the waist down, or stay right beside us so we would have to look straight down to see her accident. When we got in the door she stepped to the side into the laundry room where it was a little darker to take off her shoes. When she had them off she waited a few seconds for everyone to look away before bolting toward the stairs which were just across the hall from the laundry room. She quickly went down the stairs with a slight waddle, into the basement where it was a little darker and her accident would be less noticeable. I followed shortly after her and found her slowly lowering herself onto her usual spot on the couch. After that she just stayed glued to the seat for the next few hours watching TV. I could see she was in extreme discomfort having to sit on that massive load in wet pants. I would leave every once in a while to give her a chance to clean up and change but Cary and Jaime spent most of the time downstairs in Cary’s room. At first Jody looked through her backpack like she was getting ready to change but couldn’t find the courage to go through with it knowing the other girls could come out of the room at any time and see her. When she had given up on trying to change she just sat back in her seat looking completely heartbroken. I wished there was something I could do but I knew the only thing I could do was keep pretending I didn’t notice. At suppertime Cary was trying to figure out what to make so I recommended chicken Alfredo which I knew Jody liked. I wanted to make her feel better somehow but I knew it wouldn’t do much to console her after what she had been through that day. While I was waiting downstairs for supper to be ready I caught a glimpse of Jody squirming again. I knew right away it wasn’t because of the discomfort of sitting in her mess. I could tell she had to pee again. Shortly after, Cary yelled downstairs to me and Jody, who still hadn’t gotten up from her seat since getting back from the mall. I got a little nervous for her as she slowly got up and followed me up the stairs. Luckily Cary and Jaime had already in the living room eating so Jody only had me to worry about. She very cautiously stayed behind me and obviously still hungry, she gave herself a fairly large serving of food. While she was loading her plate I looked back at her to see how obvious her accident was in good light. The front of her pants had dried a little bit and the wetness wasn’t too visible. Unfortunately the back of her pants was still a disaster area. It hadn’t dried at all like the front because she had been sitting down. Then I caught a glimpse of the mountain sticking out the seat of her pants. Even though I already knew how huge it was I still had to keep my jaw from dropping open at the sight of it. Even after she had been sitting on it all day it still stuck straight out the back, although sitting had spread it out even more and it now reached sideways all the way to her hips and up to the waist of her cords. While we sat at the table and started eating, she seemed very down and I could still see the fear in her eyes. I knew she must’ve felt safer in the dim light of the basement. I started to talk to her about something I saw on my computer to try and distract her but it didn’t seem to work very well. As soon as she responded to me she would immediately go back to staring down at her plate. After supper she carefully followed me downstairs and sat on the chair beside me at the computer. We sat there for a while looking up different things. Every once in a while she would force a few words out but obviously she wasn’t going to get over this any time soon, especially while she was still sitting in her mess. Her squirming was quickly getting more noticeable until she started looking very nervous. After a while we went back to watching TV. She sat in her usual spot on the couch and kept holding and holding all night. Cary and Jaime had left to stay at Jaime’s house so I think Jody felt at least a little more comfortable without her around, but was obviously far from her usual happy self. I tried a few times to go upstairs and leave her alone but she just wouldn’t change. I guess she needed to know for sure that I wasn’t going to come downstairs while she was cleaning herself up. Finally I couldn’t keep up the watch so I decided to go to bed a little bit early. She quietly agreed. With that I went to the bathroom to brush and get ready for bed. When I got back to my room she was already on her mattress covered by her sleeping bag. I got into my bed and lay there trying to stay awake to see what would happen. I was quickly getting tired and again I was already half asleep when I heard her let out a gasp. With that she carefully started getting out of her bed trying to stay as quiet as she could. When she stood up she froze for a moment, bent over and holding herself to keep from losing it right there. After regaining her composure she quickly and awkwardly walked out of the room. I saw her walk over to the couch and start digging through her backpack. After taking out a change of pajama bottoms and underwear she practically ran to the bathroom with the giant bulge still in her pants, swaying back and forth behind her. I quietly got out of bed and peeked out the door to get a better view. I looked out and saw her already unbuttoning her pants before she disappeared into the doorway of the bathroom. I couldn’t hear her peeing right away but I knew it probably wasn’t easy to get her pants off with that load in them. Sure enough a few seconds later I heard a trickle which quickly turned into a loud hiss that lasted for a long time. After all that had happened in the last few days I was still shocked when I heard how loud it was. When she was finally finished she stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes before coming out. Once again it wasn’t long enough for a very thorough cleaning but it would probably be a little suspicious if she took a shower in the middle of the night. When she came out she was wearing her change of clothes and carrying her pants and the underwear with the poop still in it. I still couldn’t believe how big it was. It probably wasn’t too fun for her to be stuck with the combination of huge bowel movements and having them in her pants. She went back to her bag and pulled out the towel which still had her first pair of full panties wrapped up in it. She put the second pair in with them, wrapped them up and stuffed them back in her bag. I didn’t know what to think of that but I didn’t really have time as she began walking back toward me. I quickly got back into bed and pretended to sleep while she quietly got back into her bed. I heard her sniffling like she was crying a little while she lay there. I felt so bad for her and fell asleep still thinking about it.