The Brown Blogger byRaazor©

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then it all went to shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whoa, steady there boy," I giggle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go where babe?"

Fuck's sake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure babe."

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

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

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

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

"Sorry babe."

"Fuck off and drop dead."

"In that order?"

"You think this is fucking funny?"

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

I gaped at him in fury

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

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

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

I nodded and he let me go.

"Rest of my clothes?" I ask coldly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wait.

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

I wait.

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

"Huh, huh."

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

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

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

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

"Done," she says promptly.

Cow. Knew I should have said £750.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

£600, Judy. £600. Focus on the prize.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, there is the money."

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

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

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

Becky laughed. "I can relate to that."

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

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

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

"Ah," I say laughing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm snorting with laughter, as is Becky.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How do you mean?"

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

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

"Shitting," Becky interjects.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How dirty?" She giggles.

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

"Ooh, yes, that sounds fun!"

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

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

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

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

"Yep. No worries."

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

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

"Okay, Becky, Judy," said Ken.

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

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

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

Becky has engaged shit mode.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I got it," he grins.

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

"What's next?" I ask Becky.

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

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

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

"Okay. No problem"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Becky smiled and activated the shower.

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

"Sure."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I made a sound. They both looked at me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I like it!" She announced.

"Really?" I said.

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

"Cool."

So we did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You taste lovely," she whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lick my shoes," I ordered.

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

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

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

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

"Swallow it!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then promptly threw up over Ken's camera.

Fuck's sake.

Nice one, Judes.

It was nine in the morning and cold and raining outside; the perfect morning for staying in bed. Staying in bed is even more fun, though, when you're waking up next to your hot wife. My hot wife, specifically. I rubbed my eyes and rolled over to face her. The movement woke her up, though she just buried her face in her pillow.

"Hey," I said, nudging at her with my knee, "good morning."

"Good morning," she mumbled back. Alyssa batted her pretty eyes and smiled as if she already knew what I was thinking. I couldn't help but grin and inch closer to her. "Perfect day for just sleeping in, huh?" Alyssa asked.

"Mmhmm," I agreed, resting one hand on her hip beneath the covers. She closed her eyes and settled back against the pillows again.

"Wake me up at ten," she laughed.

"Woah woah woah," I replied, pulling her closer, "come here, sleeping beauty."

"No!" she objected, burying her face in the blankets. I laughed along with her and squeezed her ass playfully. My stomach churned without warning, and I got a terrible idea.

"If you don't get out of there," I warned, "I'm going to Dutch-oven you." Alyssa laughed harder—I don't know if she was calling my bluff or what. With a grin, I sidled up as close to her as I could and pushed, forcing out a loud, muffled fart.

"Oh my god!" Alyssa cracked up, pushing the blankets away from her face. "That's awful!"

"Yeah, well, I warned you," I groped at her ass and pulled her against me, effectively grinding her against my morning wood. She bit her lip and smiled.

"You know how to be romantic," she teased. My stomach growled and I pushed again, this one equally as loud and bubbling as the first. Alyssa kissed me. I loved her sense of humor, just as she loved mine. This was common routine for us, especially for a lazy Saturday morning when neither of us had to work.

Aly slipped her hands around behind me and squeezed at my ass the same way I had done to hers. My stomach was still churning, and I mentally went over what I had eaten the day before that would cause me to have such bad gas.

"Might want to move your hand," I warned her. She smirked and moved her hand even lower.

"We'll see about that," she said. "Bet you won't do it." I shrugged and pushed out two short farts, one after the other. Aly just laughed her beautiful laugh and shook her head.

"I shouldn't have doubted you," she admitted. I nodded in agreement, but before I could say anything else, Alyssa slipped one of her legs up over mine, pulling my knee between her thighs. I raised my eyebrows as she lightly pressed her crotch against my leg. I pushed back, enjoying the way she ground against me for friction. She was wearing nothing but underwear and a t-shirt, and I could feel the warmth of her core through the thin cotton of her panties.

"You okay there?" I asked. She leaned forward and kissed me, gripping my knee tighter with her thighs. My stomach gurgled ominously as we kissed, and I was beginning to wonder if it was actually just gas. I decided to test her limit, and as she kissed me, I lifted my ass slightly and pushed hard. A loud, wet-sounding fart slipped out. To my surprise, rather than pulling away, Aly's muscles tensed against my leg and she pressed harder, desperately attempting to get more friction.

I pulled my knee back a bit and slipped my hand between her legs to tug her panties aside, intending to toy with her and finger her a bit. I stopped when my fingers brushed against her panties and found that her thighs were wet and her panties were soaked through. She saw the surprise on my face and grinned.

"What?" she asked.

"You're fucking wet, baby!" I laughed in response.

"What can I say? You know how to get a girl going." Get a girl going? I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and laugh. We'd been awake for three minutes and all I had done was fart, grab her butt, and let her grind on me.

I pulled her panties aside and rubbed my fingers against her; everything was slick and soaking wet already. Almost instinctively, I rubbed her clit with my thumb and pushed two fingers into her tight pussy. No matter how wet she got or how much we fucked, she was always the tightest of any woman I'd ever known. Aly moaned softly and closed her eyes as I slowly worked my fingers in and out of her. My cock was fully erect and practically begging to be played with, but I was content having my morning fun with Alyssa first.

I frowned slightly as my stomach growled again, feeling the pressure building. I shifted my weight; though we had been having fun before, I didn't want to ruin this moment. Without warning, Aly slid her hand down the back of my sleep pants and briefs, causing me to jump.

"Woah, woah!" I protested. She laughed and bit her lip.

"Bet you won't do it now," she challenged as a reference to earlier. I made a face at her, unsure of what to do. I continued working my fingers in her pussy, her hips subtly gyrating against my hand. Her right hand was pressed firmly against my ass, waiting to see if I'd do it or not.

"You asked for it," I taunted. I lifted my ass slightly and farted loud and hard. With a smile on her face, Aly pressed two fingers against my asshole and kissed me. I wanted to protest—I honestly did—but with the combined pleasure of her grinding against my hand and making out with me and touching me, it felt...surprisingly good.

I'd never let a woman touch me like that before and never, ever intended to, but there was something about it that just felt good in the dirtiest way imaginable. I didn't stop her. She wasn't trying to stick them in or anything, she was just rubbing my asshole with her middle and index finger in hard circles. I pumped my fingers into her harder and she had to pull away from the kiss to moan.

"Fuck, baby," she murmured as I worked her faster. Her thighs were shaking and I was wondering if she was going to come to her first orgasm so easily and so quickly. However, my stomach loudly bubbled again, causing her eyes to flutter open.

"Move your hand," I told her. Aly just smirked and stroked at my asshole with her middle finger.

"You give up?" she teased.

"Give up? I wasn't aware it was a contest."

"Unlike you to just give in," she said with a shrug. I shook my head at how crazy she could be, but pushed again nonetheless. I farted then and there with her fingers pressed between my cheeks. It was unusually hot and quiet, and I was starting to get concerned that I was going to have to get out of bed and head for the bathroom in a couple of minutes. Alyssa had other plans.

"Fuck!" she mewled with delight (though I wasn't quite sure what she was getting out of this). She pulled her hand away and reached around front, working my cock out of my sleep pants. Neither of us said anything as she pulled my erection out and stroked at it. She moved one of her legs up over my thigh and pulled herself against my body, lining my cock up against her soaking entrance. Her lips found mine and she pulled me into a kiss as my cock slid inside of her. Alyssa threw her head back and moaned, and I couldn't help but growl at the feeling of her tight pussy adjusting to my size.

"God that's good," she murmured. Aly reached behind me as I lazily pumped in and out of her and slipped her hand lower again. I didn't object when she began rubbing her fingers against my asshole, each thrust of my hips pressing back against her hand. She circled her finger around it, then lightly prodded at the entrance without forcing anything. I worked my cock the whole way into her in one hard thrust, and she bit her lip before massaging harder at my asshole.

"Babe," she started, "any chance you have to go?"

"Go?"

"Like...to the bathroom?" There was something playful, borderline deviant, in her eyes, however, that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"I'm not getting up," I replied, burying my face against her neck. I was, however, beginning to feel the pressure in my stomach that let me know I was going to have to head to the bathroom eventually. Her pussy was so tight and wet—unbelievably wet—that nothing in the world could make me get up. Not even when my stomach growled again.

"Are you sure?" she rubbed a circle around the entrance. No, I wasn't sure. There was an unbelievable pressure building in my stomach within seconds, but I kept telling myself it was just gas. In an attempt to distract myself from the feeling in my guy, I mirrored her motion and slipped my hand down the back of her panties. She grinned when I began lazily brushing my fingers between her cheeks. We'd never done anal, but I was beginning to think she was into it. My fingers found her hole, and I found myself curious. I farted again as I played with her, prodding my finger at her tight entrance.

"Are you into this?" she asked as she pressed her finger harder against my asshole. She worked the tip of her finger in, massaging around my entrance.

"Are you?" I asked. I did the same thing to her that she was doing to me. I pulled her flush against me and kissed her, keeping my cock inside of her while we explored each other's bodies a little bit. Alyssa moaned softly as I worked more of my finger in. I was going to go the whole way, but she stopped me.

"That's good for now," she laughed.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"Uh huh. It's uh...it feels good, but it's making me have to go to the bathroom. It's because it's the morning," she laughed it off. As she began to pull her hand away from my backside, terror swept over me. I had been so surprised that it felt good that I had forgot about the fact that I did currently have to go to the restroom—admittedly, I had to shit.

"Aly," I stopped her from pulling her arm back, "we've never done anything like that before."

"Right?"

"What if you have shit on your hands or something..?"

"Even better," she said with a wink. I laughed; her sense of humor always got me. She pulled me into a kiss again and I resumed fucking her at our normal speed.

The pressure was becoming unbearable, however, and, in a vain attempt to relieve the feeling, I pushed hard, forcing out a loud, foul fart. Something felt wrong. As I thrust my cock in and out of her, I was acutely aware that there was something wet between my asscheeks. I slowed my movements ever so slightly and concentrated on the feeling, but another wave of pressure hit my stomach full force. This time, the fart that followed was involuntary. A look of panic washed over my face. The smell was horrible, and something now felt soft and hot pressed against my asshole. Then, all at once, I was aware I was shitting my pants.

"Fuck!" I snapped, clenching my cheeks to the best of my ability. It was useless, however, as my asshole flexed and pushed out the rest of a small, soft log of shit. I tried to sit up, but Aly's legs were locked around mine.

"What's wrong?" Alyssa asked, propping herself up on her elbow. I didn't know how to respond.

"I just shit myself," I answered honestly. Aly's eyes unexpectedly lit up.

"You what?"

The last thing I expected was for Aly to reach around behind me and touch my ass, eager to feel the mess I'd made. Before I could think to pull away, my wife was brushing her fingers against the soft mess.

"Oh my god," she breathed, "you did!"

"Stop touching it," I said. Unfortunately for me, I was losing the battle against my body and a second, thicker turd pressed against my asshole Aly rocked her hips hard against mine, sliding my cock the whole way into her soaked pussy. She massaged at the load of shit, causing it to rub against my skin.

"Fucckk," she moaned, now moving her hips so that she was steadily fucking me. I had absolutely no idea what to say or do.

"Aly, stop, I gotta go to the bathroom."

"Do you have to go more?"

"Yeah."

"Do it," she breathed, and I felt her walls tighten around my erection with excitement. "Go right here."

"No!"

"Why not? You already did," she said, and squeezed at the small mess harder this time. My stomach churned and, without thinking about it, I let a fart slip.

"This is terrible," I said, "but...I don't want to get up from fucking you right now, not with how soaked you are. Can I clean up in a minute?"

"You don't have to get up at all. Fuck me and just use your pants!" Aly urged. I bit my lip and went back to fucking her, hard, trying not to think about it. Alyssa squealed with delight and threw her head back, but didn't remove her hand from the seat of my pants.

"I'm not going to shit in my pants, in the bed," I told her, but to be honest, the thought made my cock twitch. There was something dirty about it that made it erotic in a kinky way. My muscles tensed as I struggled against the piece that was threatening to come out, pressing against my asshole and tempting me to just say 'fuck it' and let it go. Aly was moaning and grinding against me and soaking wet; something deep and primal within me wanted to fill my pants right then and there. Alyssa squeezed at my back side again, pressing the turd between my asscheeks and letting me feel the sticky, thick feeling.

As I fucked her, I felt my asshole stretching as a huge turd began to force its way out. "Aly," I panted, desperate and almost pleading, "I can't hold it."

"Do you really want to get up?" she asked, then genuinely slowed her movement. She was letting me get up. I pushed myself up with one arm as she untangled her legs from mine. My stomach cramped and I hissed at the feeling. It was too late; I had already lost control.

"No," I answered, then shamelessly, gracelessly blurted out, "I couldn't make it, I'm going in my pants." Aly dug her nails into my biceps and rocked her hips back and forth on mine, one leg back over mine, her pussy absolutely dripping with her slick, hot juices. She practically whimpered. Even over the wet sound of sex and our moans I could hear the crackling as it came out hot, solid, and almost painfully thick.

"Shit," I hissed. It stopped halfway out, however, so I took the opportunity to finally say 'fuck it.' With a moan, I bore down, cock the whole way inside of Aly, and shit my pants.

"Oh my god!" Alyssa moaned desperately, feeling the growing bulge load my pants. "Oh my god, fuck that's hot!" she said as she wildly ground her hips on mine. I grunted, and with one last push, the piece broke off. The combined pleasure of knowing what I had just done and of the shit itself was disgusting in the most incredible way. I tangled one hand in Aly's hair and kissed her roughly, causing her to clench her hand around the mess in my pants and let out a muffled cry against my mouth.

"Fuck, you're right Aly, it's fucking hot," I moaned against her lips. I moved so that I was fully on top of her, slamming into her over and over, all the while still kissing her. Aly pulled away for a moment.

"So you like it?" she panted, massaging at the solid mass in my briefs.

"It's dirty," I answered truthfully, still pounding into her, "but I fuckin' love it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it feels good."

"What if I did it, too?"

I slowed my thrusts for a moment and looked at her. Before, my reaction would have been no, but who was I to judge? I was in this situation because I couldn't make it to the bathroom and shit myself in the middle of sex. And then liked it. A lot. I ran one hand through my hair, imagining her on all fours, desperately trying not to go while I fucked her from behind. I loved it. I loved the thought of her wanting to cum so bad that she was trying to hold it just so I could fuck her a little longer, but losing the battle and 'having an accident.' Unable to hold it and losing control, accidentally pooping while I fucked her. Just the thought was enough to make me moan.

"Do you have to go?" I asked, suddenly finding myself hoping the answer was yes. Another fantasy of her getting fucked reverse cowgirl and having to go so bad that she couldn't help it and some slipped out ran through my mind. I audibly moaned again at that thought, imagining that after some accidentally came out she wouldn't be able to hold it and would, embarrassingly, take a massive dump right then and there while on top of me. Since when did I get off to this?

"I always have to go in the morning," she answered. I bit my lip and pushed the whole way into her.

"You gonna do it for me?"

"Do you want me to?"

"How bad do you have to go?" I shifted my weight to one side and rubbed at her clit, my hard-on throbbing inside of her. A smirk crossed her face as she realized what I was playing at.

"I have to go real bad."

"Well, I think you have to hold it for a little while," I told her. The playfulness disappeared from her face.

"I actually do really have to go," she replied. "I can just get up if—" I cut her off by slipping my hands underneath her and flipping her onto her stomach.

"Come on, all fours," I told her and squeezed her backside. With a laugh, Aly obeyed and moved into position. I took a moment to admire the view before I tugged her soaked panties—soft pink cotton—down her thighs. She sighed quietly at the feeling. Once more, I stopped to check her out, watching two of my fingers disappear into her creamy pussy. Alyssa moaned as I dragged my fingers from her hot entrance to her asshole, rubbing and toying at the tight little hole. She flinched, but arched her back nonetheless. Shifting onto my knees, I slipped two fingers back into her pussy and lapped at her asshole with my tongue.

"Fuck!" she cried out, clearly not expecting that. "Oh, fuck," Aly moaned as I prodded at her tight entrance with my tongue, swiping in circles. I smiled at the fact that being this close to her, I could hear her stomach churning, too. I flattened my tongue against her asshole and licked. The tight ring flexed as I worked on it.

"Hey, that feels really good," she began, sounding apprehensive, "but maybe, you know, don't do it right now."

"What? Why?" I felt the load in the seat of my pants shift as I moved back to look at her.

"You know why," she snarked back. Despite her tone, I could tell she legitimately had to go now. Her stomach suddenly churned and I could feel her muscles tense.

"Do you have to fart?"

She didn't answer.

"God, do it, Aly," I moaned, stroking one hand along her beautiful ass.

"No!" she laughed, looking away.

"Why not?"

"I'm not farting in front of you with my ass up in the air."

"Do it," I told her, and used my free hand to pump at my cock without thinking about it.

"No, I'm—" her words were cut short by her own fart. It was muffled, indicating that she did, indeed, have to shit very, very bad. I rubbed her asshole with my finger, tempted to slide it in. I used my other hand to stroke her clit in hopes of coaxing her to do it again. Sure enough, she couldn't fight it and let out another short fart, but this time, her tight little ring flexed just enough to give a glimpse at the turd she was moments away from dropping. I slipped two fingers back into her pussy.

"Just wait until I'm done playing with you, okay?" I tested, wanting to see what her response would be.

"Come on," she complained, shaking her butt a little, "you know how bad I have to go in the morning." I worked my fingers in and out of her pussy and watched her asshole stretch ever so slightly.

"Did you go yesterday morning?"

"No."

"Did you go at all yesterday?"

"...No."

"You really do have to go then, huh?"

"Yeah," she replied. I slammed my fingers the whole way into her, causing her to jump and whimper. Her asshole stretched again, revealing the tip of the first piece waiting to come out. "I don't want to mess up the blankets," she told me, looking around anxiously. I brushed my fingers against her g-spot and enjoyed watching her tight hole stretch again, threatening to lose control and push out the first log while her panties were still pulled down. I stroked her g-spot as I thrust my fingers in and out of her while she clenched her muscles and tried to hold it. She farted quietly, but this time she was dangerously close to losing control as the piece slipped out half an inch or so, and had to tighten her muscles hard to keep it in.
 "If you don't want to mess up the sheets, should we go in the bathroom?" I suggested. My cock was practically dripping at the sight of her bent over and losing control in front of me.

"Sounds good," Alyssa laughed back with relief. I tugged her panties back up over her firm ass, hiding everything from view. She was quick to climb to her knees and turn to face me, eager to get up. When I rose to my knees, however, she stopped me. Biting her lip, Aly peeled the waistband of both my sleeps pants and my briefs back and peered down at my, undoubtedly shit-smeared, ass.

"Oh my god," she half-laughed, half-moaned. She let the band snap back into place and backed off the bed.

"What?"

"That's huge! More than I ever imagined."

"You imagined this?"

"Yeah, a lot. Come on, please, I really, really, really have to go," she said and shifted from foot to foot. As I stood, I slipped one arm beneath Aly's backside and picked her up in my arms. "Oh shit," she gasped, and though she wrapped her legs around my torso, she clasped one hand over her ass. Aly attempted to hold on to my shoulders with one hand while keeping the other clasped over her butt, but her face was a bright, flustered pink. I kissed her neck as I blindly found my way to the bathroom.

"Shit," she whimpered as I lowered her down, letting her feet touch the floor. I couldn't help but notice that she didn't remove her hand from her backside. I sat down on the floor, feeling the mess in my pants flatten against me, and she followed suit, not taking her hand away. As she knelt down, she cursed under her breath and bit her lip.

"Reverse cowgirl," I told her, placing my hands on her thighs and turning her around. Once she had her back to me, I pulled her hand away.

"Sorry," she murmured sheepishly

"Aly," I breathed, "did you...?"

"I couldn't hold it!"

I pulled her panties back, the same way she had done to me, and looked down. Two small, solid lumps of shit were nestled against her asshole. I couldn't fucking believe it—she'd actually lost control while I was carrying her. I groaned and pulled the gusset of her panties aside, brushing my fingers through her wetness. I lined my cock up with her entrance and rubbed the head against it, but didn't put it in. Aly moaned at the feeling, her head leaned back and her thighs and hands trembling. I rocked my hips back and forth lightly, just to enjoy the feeling of my own shit spreading across my ass while dragging the head across her soaking entrance. I'd never imagined something so filthy could be so sexual. However, I wanted to toy with Aly a few moments longer, just to tease her.

"Okay, before you go, I want to fuck a little bit more," I told her, slipping the head inside.

"Baby I can't hold it, I'm going to go no matter what you're doing!"

I pulled her hips down, forcing her halfway down my shaft.

"Just wait a few more minutes," I told her, and slid the rest of my cock inside her. "Or are you going to go some more?" I reached around and rubbed her clit through her panties. "Are you going to accidentally poop just like this?"

I felt Alyssa's walls tighten with excitement at my words. "I'm not going to be able to make it," she groaned. "I have to go."

"You have to what?" I rubbed her clit slow, but hard.

"I have to shit."

"What was that? I didn't quite catch—"

"I have to go right now so bad, if you don't let me move, I'm going to go all over you," Aly moaned as I played with her clit. She tried to press her hand over her ass again, adjusting her panties so that she could cover her tight hole without mushing up what had already slipped out.

"You already had an accident, are you really going to take a huge dump right in your panties?" Aly's muscles jerked and she desperately tried to contain the impending mess.

"Fuck, I'm doing it now...Fuck...I can't stop it."

"What are you doing, baby?" There was a soft crackling as she lost control and completely pooped her panties.

"I'm going—it's coming out," she moaned.

"Yeah?" I held myself still so I could watch and adjusted her panties back so that they were covering her entirely. The soft, pink cotton began to tent out as a huge turd forced its way out of her. I groaned in absolute ecstasy as I watched the dark patch form, stretching out against the back. Without warning, I felt a hot, warm sensation on my cock and got distracted. A light stream ran down my cock and dripped onto my balls.

"Aly, are you...are you wetting yourself?"

"I'm sorry," she was quick to apologize, "I'm trying to hold it." She pressed her hand to her front, trying to stop it. I was genuinely surprised. I had been so caught up in a new fantasy that I hadn't considered she might have to pee, as well. However, this didn't seem like foreplay or anything sexy—she was legitimately peeing herself unintentionally. She actually couldn't hold it from the pressure of her shit being forced out.

"Let go, baby," I told her. "The floor is tile. If you can't hold it, it's okay. If you have to pee, you can wet yourself."

"No, that's too much of a mess," she groaned, but the stream steadily picked up. She was completely soaking not only the front of her panties that halfway covered her, but my pants, as well. Despite the fact we were literally messing around with a shit fetish, there was something intimate and innocent about her peeing on me and herself in a genuine accident.

I looked back at her ass again, her panties tented out slightly, and reached around to pull her hand away from her. When I moved her hand, she groaned and let go; a gush of hot piss squirted out as she pushed again, forcing out the thick load. Alyssa had to lift her ass slightly to allow more of it to come out. As her panties expanded out further, I could see the long, dark turd through her sagging leg band. It came out fairly firm, but was soft enough to mush up with the pressure of being pressed against the fabric of her panties. I ground my ass against my own mess, and combined with the stimulation of my own shit, her pooping her panties, and the warm stream of pee from Aly, it was too much to bear.

"Hang on," I grunted. I lifted my ass and slipped my pants down to my thighs—I didn't care how much of a mess it made of the floor, I knew what I wanted. I grabbed Alyssa's ass with both hands and squeezed hard, spreading her cheeks apart. She gasped, but kept her ass lifted slightly. I used my left hand to pull her panties to the side, revealing her backside to me. The log had broken off, but left a few smears of dark shit around her hole.

"Babe!" she cried out, surprised. The thick turd spilled out of her panties and onto my lower abdomen, warm and sticky. I kept her panties pulled aside with one hand while the other was still grabbing at her ass, keeping her half spread. She clamped one hand over her tight hole (despite the slight mess) and tried to keep her balance.

"I'm not done!" she protested. "I still have to go!" I noticed she pressed a little harder, her thighs tense.

"It's okay," I told her, "you already let a bunch out. You can hold it now." I smirked at her, and she simultaneously looked at a loss for words while also looking worried. I bucked up into her again and she gasped. I slowly began to bounce her up and down on my cock, amazed by how extremely wet she was. As I fucked her, keeping her ass spread, I had the perfect view as another piece 'turtle-headed' out. She tightened her muscles and fought against it.

"Fuck, fuck, that's good but I have to go really bad."

I slammed my full length into her and then pulled the whole way out before slamming back in, then went back to bouncing her. The pleasure was too much, and the piece protruded again. She reached back to try and cover herself up, but I couldn't take the cat-and-mouse game anymore. I was done teasing both her and myself.

"Shit on me, Aly," I groaned, picking up speed.

"Just like this?"

"Just like this."

"I don't know...convince me," she panted, trying to keep her voice steady with each thrust.

"I don't think you're in a position to bargain, baby," I snorted, "you're about to lose control so bad."

"That's not very convincing," she said, but as she spoke, her tight, dirty hole stretched again as the turd began to inch out. One more time, she fought to keep it in. "Oh fuck I have to go..."

"Do it, baby. You know you can't hold it any more. I did it, too. I farted and couldn't even make it to the bathroom on time. Now you just accidentally took a huge poop in your panties. You've already had an accident twice, so you might as well finish taking a dump right now."

Alyssa cried out in pleasure and ground her hips against mine hard. She leaned forward just a bit and rested one hand on my thigh, using the other to spread the side I wasn't holding—but just a little. And then and there, as I fucked her, she let go. I could barely control myself as she pushed out another thick rope, longer than the first, but firm. It fell onto my lower abdomen, just above my cock.

She mewled as she rocked her hips back and forth, surprising me with a loud fart. Another push resulted in another fart, then another. A light stream of piss dripped out of her and onto my cock since she was no longer inhibiting herself, taking the opportunity to relieve herself onto me fully. Aly lifted her ass slightly, intentionally allowing me a better view. She barely had to push as a small turd fell onto my lap, quickly followed by two more logs that poured out of her with ease. Another log squeezed out and joined the pile of shit as she emptied herself on top of me.

"Oh, fuck, baby," I groaned. She still didn't seem done, but I was getting dangerously close to cumming. I bucked at her wildly as she lowered herself again, allowing me to force my cock the whole way into her and smearing the pile against her backside. She forced out a wet, sputtering fart as I rubbed my cock against her. Aly steadied herself, then, to my surprise, grunted and bore down. I slowed my thrusts to watch as she released a torrent of soft, semisolid shit in a pile on my lap with a wet, mushy, crackling. It was hot and sticky and soft, and the feeling was incredible. She farted one more time and pushed out one last squirt of soft shit before moaning with pleasure and relief.

"That feels so much better," she panted, digging her nails into my thighs. "I'm sorry I couldn't hold it any more, I hadn't gone in two days. I didn't mean to make a mess on you or in my panties," she feigned innocence.

"Alyssa, this is so fucking hot" I moaned, unable to think of anything smart to say back to her.

"Make me cum, baby. Please," she was practically begging. "I'm so close already. I've wanted this for a long time." That was all she needed to say. I sat up and pulled her back with me, resting my back against our bath tub. The position smeared Alyssa's mess over my lower stomach and against her ass, but we both moaned in unison at the hot, dirty feeling. I fucked her fast as hard, working her clit with one hand and gripping her hips with the other.

"Oh fuck!" she squealed, her pussy tightening around my pulsating erection. "Just like that, fuck! I'm cumming, fuck! I'm cumming, don't stop, please don't stop."

"Come on dirty girl, squirt for me so I can fill you up with my cum. We're both so fucking horny and filthy, squirt for me." My voice and hands and thighs were all shaking, seconds away from cumming. In one final, animalistic cry, Alyssa came and squirted hard, throwing her head back and grinding herself the whole way down on my cock. The world went white as I released my load inside of her. It took several seconds to come down from the high, to make sense of anything. I'd never cum that hard or that much in my life, having filled her with pump after pump of my cum. Aly was leaned forward, resting her hands on my knees, hanging her head in an attempt to catch her breath.

"Aly, how long have you wanted to do that?" I asked with a laugh, panting.

"Since we've met."

"You've always wanted it?"

"Yeah, since I was a teenager," Aly said, pulling herself off of my softening cock and turning around to face me. We were both still out of breath, flushed, and shaking. With the heat of the moment over, we were looking at my sleep pants—completely caked with shit—and her mess all over me, wondering how the hell we were going to clean up.

"You should've told me sooner, y'know. We could have been fucking like this all along."

"You would have thought I was crazy!" she laughed, straddling my lap and kissing me.

"I already think you're crazy," I teased. I kissed her jaw and she sighed, tired and happy. "You're crazy, but I love you."

"I love you too, but I think we're both crazy thinking we can possibly clean this mess up."

Nami shows Brook her panties

Brook your amazing!" Nami shouted. Brook had just gotten a copy of Big Mom's poneglyph which the straw hats were searching for.

"Does that mean you'll show me your panties?" Brook asked in a desperate attempt asking his signature line.

Nami sighed. "You know what yes. As much of annoying pervert you are sometimes I think you've earned it. So fine you can my panties. On one condition tho..."  Nami replied holding up her finger.

Brook immediately responded "anything what is the condition?"

"I get 2 weeks worth of your allowance." Nami said with a smile.

"Deal. Now let me see your panties! YOHOO" Brook replied excitedly.

Nami began to pull down her pants till finally they hit the floor. Till finally the moment of truth. Brook looked as the finest ass he had ever seen before right before covered in a pair of pink panties.

"Well? You happy now?" Nami asked slightly bending over.

"My eyes are in heaven you have a bum sent from the gods themselves Nami. If I had eyes that is! YOHOHOHOHO!" Broke laughed as kept staring Nami's massive rear.

Nami began to start pulling her pants up again. "Well I guess it was worth the cash I'm getting from you."

"Wait Nami! Before your glorious panties go away what if I gave you 6 months of my allowance to sit on my face? If only I had a face! YOHOHOHOHO!" Brook laughed

Nami placed her finger over her chin as if she was thinking. After a minute she said
"Deal. 6 months too hard to pass up. Now lay on the floor!" Nami commanded.

"This the best moment of my life! If I was still alive! YOHOHOHO!" Brook said he layed on the floor.

Nami slowly brought her ass down and then sat on Brook's face.  Brooke immediately felt Nami's big sweaty ass crushing him and the smell was almost unbearable but liked it at the same time.

"Your boney face is a lot more comfortable than I thought it would be. I might be sitting here a while but then again you probably want that." Nami said.

Brook simply gave a thumbs up. He truly felt he was dreaming. Nami's amazing rear he always stared at was actually on his face. Waited till he told sanji. He would be so jealous. All of a sudden tho something came out of Nami's butt.

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Nami ripped a nasty stink fart right while sitting on Brook's face. Brook tho was immediately turned on by it instead of being grossed out.

"You wanted this deal with results Skelton boy." Nami said

"Oh no I quite enjoyed even your farts Nami." Brook admitted

"Wow really? Well good cuz I have plenty more then." Nami replied

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"Ah my nose if only I had nose right now dear nami your farts are quite lovely!" Brook responded.

"This isnt so bad honestly. I might make your smell my farts more often. I'll make money off of it and all I have to do is use your face as my seat. Better get used to it! You'll be broke in no time!" Nami teased

"You can have all my money Nami if I can smell your wonderful farts again and again." Brook replied happily as if this was the best day of his life.

"Good now get ready bitch your Mistress has another fart for you!" Nami suddenly got more aggressive.

Brooke was heard moaning by nami. Hearing her take even more control pleased him even more. He loved to hear nami bossing him around.

"Yes mistress Nami I am ready for more of your Gas!" Brook said

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"Ahhhhhh fuck. Each fart out of my ass is a penny out of you pocket pervy skeleton. Werd those farts worth it? Hahahaha" Nami laughed at Brook's submissive to her as he sniffed her gas like a dog.

"So worth it Mistress Nami. Every penny is worth your gas. I need your farts so badly please give me more." Brook begged sticking his boney face up Nami's sweaty crack trying to get the aftermath of her stinky farts.

"Lucky for you I have one more round for you. Beg your mistress for more farts slave. Beg her like you need her farts." Nami commanded with an evil grin as she took more and more of Brook's money.

"Please mistress Nami please I beg you let smell your farts again. Please RIP your stinky farts on me I need them more than anything I need them so badly." Brooke begged and pleaded with his Mistress and Nami smiled and the impressive begging.

"Dont worry slave. Your begging has paid off your Mistress has more farts for you. Be thankful cuz here it comes." Nami replied

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A barrage of farts pounded Brook in the face one after another. The smell made rotten eggs and garbage put together seem like fresh cookies. Brook couldn't help but moan in pleasure.  Finally after the barrage of farts ended Nami got off of Brook's face. He immediately started to cry.

"Don't cry slave. I will use your face as a seat again later. But make your you tell sanji about this when we get him back. I'm sure I can suck some money off of him too. And if you do I'll sure he'll make me some gassy foods that'll give me even more farts."  Nami devilishly smiles as Brook jumps for joy.

Nami would soon control more of the straw hats money because of her irresistible booty.

Jessica

Lauren: I've had an experience a bit like that when you kind of lose control all of a sudden. ive been reading this forum for a while so I've decided to post my story of how I kind of got into this.

I'm 12 years old but this happened a few months ago right before I turned 12. I was spending a weekend at my friends house I also hadn't had a bm in 2 days before I went there but it never really occured to me then. Friday night I was fine until it was getting pretty late, thats when I realized I hadn't gone poop since Wednesday I knew it would be hard to hold it until Sunday night when my parents would pick me up but I didn't want to go in Jenna's (my friend's) house. So I made it through Friday night, Saturday we stayed at her house for a bit then we went to a mall. Every once in a while I would have to go bad but I would fight it back, I made it through Saturday doing the same thing fighting off strong urges. On Sunday it was almost a constant battle, I thought about going but now Jenna's older sister and her friend were there so I chickened out. I just had to wait until 8:00 at night when my parents were coming and it was already supper. We had lasagne and I stupidly ate a lot. At around 7:00 we were in the basement watching TV when it was getting painful I thought about going to the bathroom but her sister was in there for about an hour! I was sitting on the couch and Jenna was on the other side of the room, my butt was getting really tired and I was just sitting there with my legs pinned together when a big cramp came and my bm pushed my tired cheeks open. I could tell it was very solid one and I knew now that it was a little bit out and with that much pressure it was inevitable. I then felt it touch my panties and that same wave of heat came over me, it was so solid it couldn't get out while I was sitting, my stomach was pushing really hard and it hurt because it wasn't moving and it was so big. Then a sharp pain hit me and kind of like a reflex I lifted my butt off the couch and pushed, I could hear a loud crackling sound as I squatted over the couch pooping my pants, I was still wearing tight jeans though so the huge log piled up around my crotch and pushed my jeans out. I could tell the first log was out and it was huge! Then I remembered where I was, I was hovering over the couch and I didn't want anyone to know so I just sat down, it was so solid it barely flattened at all. I sat there with my face burning thinking 'I just pooped my pants.' There wasn't much smell so that was a good sign. I still had to go really bad there was so much poop, I also had to pee, I sat there for about 15 minutes until Jenna's mom yelled downstairs that my mom was there. I had my backpack with be and used to block my butt as I went upstairs. Luckily nobody got too close to me, I thanked everyone and carefully walked out the back door, as I was walking around the house to my mom's van I had a huge cramp and had to stop to hold it. My muscles were shaking now they were so tired, then I got a sharp pain and it made me lose my concentration, the tip of the next log poked out and started to spread my cheeks. I knew it was once again inevitable so feeling defeated I gave up and squatted down. I could feel the poop was a little softer now as it crackled and worked it's way into my already full panties. I grunted as my stomach automatically pushed trying to get everything out and with that I felt warmth spreading up my crotch and legs a little bit and looked down to realize I was peeing my jeans. I probably would have cried but I was in complete shock. When I was finally finished I was surrounded by a lake and I thought my panties would burst but no poop had gone down my leg because it was so hard. I slowly got up and walked to the van, I got in the very back seat, thankfully my mom didn't ask why. Now I had a 20 minute drive home and had to sit in wet smelly full pants. I found a plastic bag to put on the seat and slowly sat on the mountain of poop. I just sat there the rest of the trip with my head down unable to believe what I just did. When we got to my house I bolted away from the van as fast as I could waddle so my mom wouldn't see. I got into the house undetected and went to the basement bathroom. I saw my butt in the mirror and I couldn't believe my jeans could stretch that far out. I took my pants down and saw the disaster area I dumped the poop out and had to break it into about 20 pieces to flush it. If I wouldn't have peed my pants the stain in my panties probably wouldn't have been THAT bad but they were finished. I had to hide the jeans and wash them when my mom wasn't around. Anyway like Lauren I realized that the relief felt pretty good and after discovering this site I have had a few more "accidents" in controlled environments. Whew! this is getting long, so I could share some of those stories and another accident story I have, I'd also like to hear about anyone elses experiences, but I have be going now later!

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Amy single
okies well there are two of us going by Amy, so from now on ill be going by Amy single. the other Amy pooped her pants at her wedding. im single so that was not me. i answered Tinas questions. plus i put my wrong age im 24. thats what happens when i try to write right after i wake up. everything else was right, i didnt even think about it until i got to thinking about it until later. sorry, okies? byez for now love to all.

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Snoyd
Here's one for the guys. Suppose you've got something planned you don't want interrupted by toilet breaks, but you know at some point you gotta take a whiz. What to do?

Get a condom.

Stiffen things up however you like, apply the condom but leave an extra-long sack at the far end, and then go about your business with the condom down one pants leg. Then, when you're sitting at your computer or whatever and need to go, let 'er rip and whiz. The condom will fill up and stay in place; when you're ready, get up and go carefully to the can, yank it off and dump it. Reapply and you're ready to go again.

Another alternative: an empty gallon bleach jug will contain a hell of a lot of piss and mask the smell also.

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Amy
so how many other women her have pooped their panties.....at their high school graduation? i have..how about their own wedding? i did that too. i guess i'm a milestone pantywaste. at my high school graduation, i had an unnerving urge to go poop since the beginning of the ceremony. as we were seated in the middle of the stadium field, just before they started to call us up for our diplomas, i had an enormous BM in my underpants.i had to lift my butt up off the seat to let it all out, it was very big and pretty solid. my panties were bulging, and my face was tomatoe red because everyone around me obviously knew i had just soiled my underwear. i was more than just a little humiliated and there was absolutley nothing i could do about it. i eventually just had to waddle up for my diploma. i don't think it was THAT noticable that i had an accident, but those people who were seated around me who knew pretty much gave it away. thank god i never saw those people after that day beside my friends..
that was worse than my wedding accident, but i still pooped my panties at my wedding never the less. last week i got married, with a huge mushy load in my underwear. thank god for the wedding dress and the fact that my legs were completely clothed with pantyhose and such so no poop would fall down onto the floor and no one could see it on my legs. it stayed mostly in my underwear but some went down the inside of my thighs. it happened as we were actually being wed, when the minister was reading our vows i was so nervous and my lower stomach was so stiff and churning that i lost control of my bowels and began slowly filling my underwear with mushy poop. i am more than grateful that no one noticed, but i knew there was no way i could keep it from my husband. i waited until we were alone in the limo then told him i had accidently messed myself. he seemed amused at first but then he was compassionate. he was wonderful about it, he made sure i got cleaned up and had my underwear changed before the party.

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Ashley
Hi, my name is Ashley and I am 19 years old. I go to college and my roommate is my 20 year old sister Jaime. Since we first moved in together, we have noticed something. We both clog the toilet every single time we poop. I am skinny and tall and so is Jamie but we both have really, really big boobs. We each go #2 every day but we still clog the toilet like every time we go. We have pretty much decided that we take such big dumps because we have such big boobs. It sounds stupid, I know, but have a reason for thinking this. Our mom and other sister are both both super flat chested and they never plug up the toilet when they poop. Neither of us had taken such big dumps until we "developed" and ever since then (in high school) we go A LOT. Our friends first suggested that it was probably because of our boobs and we have really come to believe it. I have tried to research any kind of link between big boobs and big poops but I haven't found anything. We have also both been to doctors and stuff and all they told us was to eat more fiber and go twice a day. Does anyone here know if our chest size is the possible cause, or is that just stupid?

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Punk Rock Girl
Aaaaahhhhhh.....

I had THE most satisfying dump over the weekend. Saturday evening, Colin and I decided to stay in instead of going out. We rented a few movies and settled in for an evening of relaxation.

After the first movie, I felt the need to crap. I went in the bathroom, pulled down my shorts and underpants and sat on the toilet. As usual, I didn't close the door.

I peed, then relaxed my ass. A huge, thick, lumpy load slowly inched its way out. It was rock solid, although I hadn't felt constipated. It took about a minute for it to completely come out, and required a bit of straining on my part. It finally slipped out and into the water, and a little fart escaped my asshole.

I heard Colin in the other room go "Two points!"

It felt like a clean load, but I wiped my ass anyway. The paper was clean as a whistle. I used some wet wipes to get it extra clean and headed back out to the living room.

Sometimes, after I've had a nice smooth dump like that, I let Colin have a little fun in my hindquarters, so we took a break from movie watching for a bit of the old back door entry! Boy am I glad we stayed in, twas a very pleasant evening!

Peace!

PRG

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Twice Shy
Always after me Lucky Charms...

I've read before on the board here about folks whose ambition it is to crap every hue of the rainbow, when it comes to turd-color; thus the popularity of all those blue flavors of Gatorade, etc. I've had the experience of witnessing first hand what this is like, when I've chosen to drift off in the evenings while munching handfuls from a big box of Lucky Charms cereal (with the ever-changing marshmallow surprises). The next day, I'll let forth a hunky-log that is mostly the remnant of the oat cereal portion of the L.C., but with a hideous, dark, purplish-green coloration that I know came from the marshmallows. Since I'm a grown man and don't have to beg my mother (though she'd hardly approve of the diet, I suppose), I could go buy 5 or 6 boxes of the stuff and sort the marshmallows by color. When in the mood for green turds (e.g., on 16 March), why, then I'd need only grab a bowlful of the clover marshmallows, though the results of the yellow moons would have to be a disappointment, in the predominantly yellow-orange-brown medium that is my personal crap.

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Amy
Tinas questions:
1)how old are you?
im 23
2)how often do you poop?
i poop 2 or 3 times a day.
3)how often do you pee?
seems like i can pee almost anytime i think about it or if one of my girlfriends have to pee i will have to pee too.
4)how much do you usually poop/pee?
that really depends on what i have ate or drank.
5)is your poop usually hard or what?
my poop is most of the time like warm mud, very mushy and light brown.
6)females only have you ever peed standing up?
yes i have with a short skirt on i can spread my legs a little pee without any trouble.
7)have you ever pooped standing?
yes, when i poop my pants/diaper i have been standing but i do like to bend slightly.
8)what is the most you have ever pooped?
well once when i was wearing some form fitting jeans i pooped in them so much that it looked like i had a softball in them.
9)what is the most you have peed?
i dont hold my pee, so i guess i always pee a normal amount.
10)what is the most unusual place you have ever peed/pooped?
well i guess that would be at the place where we go to concerts. we always get tickets to sit out on the grass, so if we have to pee we can just hike our short skirts up and let it go. my girlsfriends and i always try to pee at the same time. so then after we have peed we move to another spot.
11)what is the most public place you have pooped or peed?
well once i pooped my pants in a walmart and there was a little pee not much though, since i had planned to do this i peed in a toilet before i pooped my pants. once during my diaper time, i was wearing 24/7 for a period of time. i was at a ann taylor dress shop and i really had to go, i filled my diaper with a load of poop and a peed at the same time. i really dirtied myself, i had to be changed right there at the store in the backroom! okies love, Amy

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Lauren
Oh my god I had a bad night last night. I was extremely bored so I decided to go to the mall, I was wearing tight jeans and white cotton panties. Anyway I shopped around for a couple hours until about 930PM when I needed to go pee and poop really bad so I headed home because I'm not too fond of public washrooms. I had about a 30 minute walk back to my house but the urge hit so strongly and quickly that I had to stop a few times to hold my pee and poo which made the trip a little longer. I could feel it was a solid one so I wasn't all that worried. I was about half way home when I had to go really bad, probably because when I'm alone I'm a little more relaxed. I kept walking until I was in the middle of this soccer field near my house, it was getting dark and there was nobody around which made me feel even more relaxed. I leaned up against a tree and squeezed my buttcheeks together then I remembered I hadn't gone in about 3 or 4 days. Unfortunately by concentrating on holding my poop I could feel my pee on the edge. Just when an urge to pee came I got a cramp and had to concentrate on my poop again. This time to my suprise I felt a spurt of pee run into my panties, I cut it off quickly and squatted down to help hold it. However it didn't help to hold the poop. There was so much pressure it pushed itself out of my butt slowly but forcefully and soon I could feel it push against my panties as a wave of heat washed over me. My jeans were so tight it couldn't get out further but it was so big my stomach convulsed uncontrollably and pushed it out into my jeans. Now I was in shock because I had no control over my butt and that made it impossible to hold my pee I could feel it slowly running out into my panties. Finally I just gave up. I just squatted there helplessly as my panties filled with poop and felt the warm wetness spread over my butt and crotch. The poop was solid but it kept being forced out uncontrollably. It lasted for such a long time and when I was done the pee had overflowed up my crotch and around the zipper of my jeans, the poop was forced to spread out by my jeans and it absolutely loaded my panties. With tears in my eyes I slowly got up and waddled home, I couldn't believe it I never thought anything like that could happen to me I've never had bladder or bowel problems before. I got home and luckily there was nobody there. I pulled my pants down and saw the size of the poop it was probably the biggest one I've ever had and it was in my panties!!

Anyway I read a couple of posts here before I posted and I saw that there's a lot of people who actually like doing this and now that I look back I realize that if not for the sheer fact that I pooped and peed my pants it felt kind of good.

Anyone else have an experience like this? It would help to hear, thanks.

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Carolyn
Hello you all. This is my first post. I'm a 5'9" blond about 30 something years old. Today I teach in a university and am getting along well healthwise. But a decade or so ago I had to leave a teaching job for health reasons, which never then got diagnosed as anything but irritable bowel syndrome.
I enjoyed your post, Crapper Dan. It showed me that there are others like me who had undiagnosed hypothyroidism and had some of its symptoms diagnosed for a while as IBS. That could give me hundreds of bizarre poop stories to share, but for now I'll give one that I remember as particularly bizarre when my debilitating pooper problems were well started into making themselves known, and it way mystifying and disturbing just what might be wrong. One evening I was getting to feeling an intense bloating in my abdomen, signaling I needed prompt relief or it wasn't at all going to be a fun night, to put it mildly. Through the early part ofthat feeling I felt like a good fart might provide some relief but couldn't fart. No urge to poop exactly came on at first, and it seemed like a long uncomfortable wait before I felt like it was worth a try to go to the potty and doo what I could. Finally it turned into a little bit of an urge to poo. So I went to the potty, where I strained a groaned a good bit until I ws finally forcing a turd out. When it finally hit the water, I looked and was somewhat disappointed that it was only a round turd, about the size of a golf ball (I'd hoped for more from all that straining). On the way out it felt about as hard as a golf ball as well. Trying to look on the bright side, I told myself I must have been needing to poo and I did, so some relief should follow. I left the bathroom and waited, but never felt an iota of relief from my bloating from that fartlessly excreted golf ball turd. I sat down on a sofa trying to get comfortable. Then the next sequence of events seemed to take place over a period of about 30 to 45 minutes, although I didn't time them. Next I got another urge just like the previous, went to the potty, fartlessly extruded another golfball turd with NO relief of bloating whatsoever. Again and again that same process repeated itself: new urge, new same results, another golf ball stool, about the same size and feeling hard as a golf ball, no accompanying farting, no relief from bloating. How many times did the process repeat? Nine times; I counted it, all within that period that seemed like 30-45 minutes. They were all separate sittings on the toilet, as after each one I felt no ability for the time to make anything more come out of my ass. The one bright side to those stools' hardness was they necessitated very little wiping. Otherwise I would surely have wiped my butt raw as hell that night. By then I felt condemned to a life of forever belting out another virtually identical golf ball stool every few mintues and remaining as uncomfortable as ever.
Then again a tenth urge came, in a time period seeming about like that for urges 2-9. I went back to the potty with no other thought but "Here goes again". As I strained expecting to be pushing out just another of the same, the feelings being too much the same as to expect anything different. But when something finally broke loose, big surprise! Not another golf ball turd, but a blast of explosive complete liquid diarrhea! At last, THAT brought a plethora of relief. No more bloating. I felt fine for the rest of the night. No more poops that night, and I slept soundly. The next day must have been uneventful bowel-wise, or I think I'd have rmembered something it.
The evening I described was grueling, but the way it all ende is actually enviable compared to some more recent episodes, even up to today's generally better health. Seldom since that night has a blast of explosive diarrhea alone, without more soon following been sufficient to relieve similar bloating.

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anthea
I was at the dentist's the other day where there was a magazine article about "Life's Most Distasteful Tasks". Usual crap (!). Putting out the garbage, cleaning behind the ice-box and weedy things like saying sorry to your loved one. I suppose "cleaning up after your pooch" comes closest to it for me! There's no doubt about my unfavorite (cumulatively anyway) and it's wiping your butt when the shit is somewhere between peanut butter and wet sand in consistency and the smear factor kicks in. It occurs to me that we know next to nothing about other people's wiping habits, though the polls here are informative.

Personally I tear of four bits of tp, fold them twice into the shape of a small sanitary pad. I open my legs and wipe my pussy once from in front. Next I bend right foward and wipe the crack from bottom to top. The bad news comes soon enough. Instead of mopping it up you're smearing it across. When it's really stubborn, I've been known to finish off with my bare hand - but only at home when I know there's hot water, scented soap and a towel! Don't get caught short in a public bathroom without one of those ingredients. Nothing exceptional about any of this, except perhaps the last phase. Let's face it, the whole process is a drag.

Step forward the inventive Japanese! I gather they have revolutionised the whole world of wiping. Don't they have some sort of nozzle or fountain which hoses down the anus? A drawback would be presumably that there is no static water for sound effects. I wish I knew more. Last year we had a Japanese girl on a six-month exchange. Tiny and very shy and with a command of formal English only. I studied her (she was exquisite!) but never once saw her go to through the bathroom. Can anyone shed any light on how the Japanese wipe?

love and love Anthea

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fred
does any of you guys watch everybody loves raymond? last night i was watching and it started out with debra and amy and one of their friends gossiping about their husbands, well anyways ray found out something debra said about him and he was mad and one day him and robert and their dad started gossping about stuff too. anyways, robert said that when his wife laughs pretty hard she pees. well anyways i didn't expect them to expand on that, but at the very end of the show, frank came inside the house with a tupee' on and he looked stupid and everybody was laughing really hard, then the camara panned to amy and it showed her stop laughing and then get a troubled look on her face and then she crossed her legs! you couldn't see any wetness that would be going too far for network television but it was hilarious, and it was the first tv show i've ever seen where a woman pees her pants. very cool!

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Roberta

First of all tahnks for your reply (the poll isn't mine).
Can you give a longer description about when you peed on the "floor in the back of a supermarket, behind some boxes"?
I had many pee in teh sinks experience in my life, some because of occupied toilet, few because it was too dirty, and some beceuse no tiolet at all...
I peed in teh sink mostly during my university studies.. I had a room in university dormitory in paris, in the female section..The tpipycal room was without a toilet inside and a sink in the room. The toilet and shower block were at the endo of the corridor on the opposite site, not very confortable when you have to do the "Last" pee before going to bed, or the first pee in the morning eith a bursting bladder, or if you woke up at night with a full baldder...I quickly learnt from my universty friend that using the sink was a "classical" solution, sO I and my room mate got used in peeing in the sink almost every night before going to bed and as soon we got up, and some more "emergency" situation, we also used a bucket for washing for night pee, or when we were to drunk, or other emergencies....

Cindy:
A disaster if I try to pee in a toilet dressed, I pee standing only if nacked in the shower or at the beach pulling my crotch aside, situation where I don't have to worry about aiming and splashing (my pee stream tends to aim rearward, so I can't pee "man's style", instead I mostly high hover to pee outdoor and in public toilets)

Rex
Good pee stories, liked the one on the balcony, do you have more?

thanks to all

Kisses

LOl
Louise

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Impatient Pooper
I sometimes intentionally hold my pee until I have an accident. However, I'm often frustrated by my own endurance. I can hold roughly 2 full bottles' of water (a bottle is approximately 900 ml) worth of pee. My record holding time was 12.5 hrs during the day, and that could have been more, as I stopped at the point where I could no longer concentrate on my work and I had to start serously fidgeting. I think I've gotten so used to holding that when my bladder is full to the point where most people feel full, I barely notice it. My parents find this very annoying and often complain that it is not healthy to hold it so much (lol).

Does anyone else here hold it until they burst? What are you guys' personal best times and/or volumes?

I'm also interested in poop desperation/accidents. Is there any way to have a "deliberate poop accident" without using a laxative? Or if not, are there any natural laxatives that my parents might have around the house for other reasons?

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Fishbone
WAZZZZZAAP!!!!!

I was thinking of a good story to post so heres one:

Every year my cousins have a giant 4th of july party with about 50 people. One year it was especially crowded. They only have 1 small bathroom, so they decided that they would only let the girls use it. (Another peeing-gender segregation event)

Okay, so they figured the guys could just go in the woods. No problem, i'm cool with that. But they assumed that all of the girls had to sit to pee, and couldn't do it any other way. I've read the posts here so I know different! ;)

So after the party and everyone was leaving, and the septic tank blew up! LOL! Too much peeing, I guess! Us guys couldn't be held accountable, since we were not allowed to use the toilet, so we just laughed at the girls' creation.

2nd story:

One time this girl in my kindergarten class a long time ago had to use the bathroom. She clutched her crotch fiercely and loudly yelled
"I HAVE TO PEE!!!!!" LOL! I was almost dying of laughter!

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peeple person
today i had a very odd piss
it was clear...
usually its not...odd...
also, I have a bit of a puzzle for you all
if 'pee' sounds like 'pea' but a 'pea' is green
and 'pee' sounds like 'sea' but the 'sea' is green(sometimes)
then how come 'pee' isn't green too???

happy peeing

peeple person

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Bryian
Now to answer some surveys....and some stories

To Tina: 1. Almost 23 2. every other day to every day. 3. 4x a day 4.maybe a 10 log and 8 oz of pee 5. goes hard to soft etc 6. N/A 7.Yes 8. a 18inch log 9.alot once i peed 2 min straight after drinking a 32 oz soda 10. Woods, shower 11.store, school work etc.

To Jr: 1. about 10-15 min 2. usally once unless its really soft
3.Morning or late afternoon to evening 4.No 5. Yes

The other day on Saturday i was working and it was almost time for my lunch break and i felt so full in my rectum and stomach, i knew i had a huge ass dump brewing on. I went to the bathroom and sat and pushed. Slowly a log came out i wiped and there was hardly any thing on the paper. I looked at my log and it was about 10" long then i had another small log about 5-6" long.

Then last night i think i remember having a weird toilet dream, about all these open toilets(i dream about this nature every once in a while, does any one else?) well there were all these open toilets,i picked one and sat down and started pooping w/ every thing on my body exposing, then i covered up cause my family was coming in there..weird..
well i gotta run bye

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Tuesday, May 04, 2004

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blueboy
My story goes back a few years, to when I did a long distance walk across the north of England, called the Pennine Way. On one of the nights I was staying in a Youth Hostel in a little village called Dufton. It had been quite a wet day, and I arrived at the hostel at the same time as a guy and a girl who I guess were about 19 or 20 years old. I can't remember the girl's name, but she was really lovely - medium height, long brown hair, a pretty face, lovely figure, and the most glorious bottom in tight blue denims! She was obviously very intelligent; indeed I found out later that she was in her second year at university. I chatted with them for a few minutes, and it turned out they were on a summer work placement studying the geology of the area, and were staying at the hostel for a few weeks. I then went to my dormitory to unpack my stuff, and then took my wet gear down to the drying room (which was next to the female dormitory and toilets) to hang up above the heaters. As I went back up the stairs, I heard the door of the dorm open, and looked back to see this girl heading into the toilet. I crept back downstairs, and saw that the outer door of the toilets was still open, revealing the three stalls inside. She was sitting on the left-hand toilet (the others were empty), and I could see her white trainers and the bottom few inches of her jeans under the door. I was hoping that after a day at work she might need a 'number two' visit. I heard her having a wee, which lasted for about thirty seconds, and then there was silence for another thirty seconds or so. I was on tenterhooks, wondering what, if anything, was going to happen next. Then came the moment I was praying for - a soft, but clearly audible 'uuughh' came from the stall. Yes, she was definitely trying to do a poo. She then shifted her feet; they had been flat on the floor until this point, but she now went up on tiptoes and moved her feet closer together and further back. They were clasped round the base of the toilet, and she was obviously digging in for a big effort. I then heard a sharp intake of breath, followed by a much louder and more strained 'UUUUUUUGHHHH!' than the first one. She obviously had a big one to unload, and was struggling to get it started. As far as she was aware she was alone and in private, so wasn't concerned about any noises being heard. And that was when the action really started. For the next few minutes, this beautiful young English rose struggled and strained, moaned and groaned, and grunted time and time again in her desperate efforts to get this enormous load moving. Most of the noises were the usual 'uuuuughhh' ones, but she also made other noises like 'ssshhhhuuuuuuugh, 'oooooooohhh', and 'ooowwwwwww'. I could see her feet literally trembling with effort as she tried everything she knew to squeeze this monster out of her bottom, but to no avail - she was solidly constipated. Finally, after what seemed like ages but was probably only about five minutes, she fell silent after uttering a whispered 'Oh Jesus' in a voice that sounded like she was almost in tears. I noticed that her feet were now flat on the floor again - she was obviously having a rest before resuming the struggle with her constipation. I then heard her rip off a piece of toilet paper and blow her nose, before going back up on tiptoes again. A huge intake of breath was followed by the longest groan I have ever heard - it lasted for fully fifteen seconds, and was a sort of 'eeeeeuuugggggggguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!' She had obviously changed her tactics, and instead of making short, big efforts, she had decided to make a long, sustained one - but still her bowels refused to open. Then at last, on her next big effort, she began to win the battle. Another loud 'nnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeuuuggghhhhhh' was followed by several rapid 'aaaah' 'aaaah', aaaah', 'aaaah's. Then, after a few seconds of silence during which her feet trembled violently, I heard a huge 'SPLUNK!!' as what sounded like an enormous, rock-solid log dropped into the toilet, accompanied by a loud 'AAAAAAAHHH!' After a few more seconds of silence, a long loud fart echoed round the bowl - the huge load she had just dropped had clearly been completely plugging her up and it was now time for everything to escape. Another grunt was followed by a loud 'plop', and over the next minute or two she dropped about six more - each sounding small but very solid. She then farted loudly again, grunted once more, then started ripping off toilet paper - she was finally done! Later that night I chatted to her in the pub on the opposite side of the road, and found it hard to believe that this beautiful, intelligent and well-spoken girl was the same one whose constipation I had witnessed in such graphic detail just a couple of hours earlier!