The Reluctant Bride (extended edition)

by Arthur Saxon
arthursaxon@zombieworld.com
“Do you, Anna Catherine Nesbitt, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Anna’s heart sank. What on Earth was she doing here? How had this all happened? Just seven months ago she had been an upwardly-mobile management consultant living in the posh outskirts of London, and now she was standing here in this ancient church in the Scottish Highlands, wearing the most ridiculous wedding dress imaginable, with her belly full of baby and her panties full of poo, and about to be married to the sexually-depraved, severely retarded young man standing next to her with an enormous grin on his face.

She bit her lip and tried to speak, but her mouth was dry. She smiled faintly at Robert. He really was rather sweet … and of course he was the father of her unborn child. Sometimes she felt quite sorry for him – with a mental age of about eight years old his understanding of the world was rather limited – but she certainly did not love him. And yet here she was, about to marry him. She opened her mouth to speak…

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It had all begun when her car had broken down while on a business trip to Fort William on the west coast of Scotland. Her mobile phone was playing up and unfortunately she was unable to call for help. Spying a large country house nearby, however, she had trudged through pouring rain across a couple of fields in order to ask for help. This proved to be a terrible mistake.

While climbing over a dry stone dyke, she slipped and fell, knocking herself unconscious in the process. The inhabitants of the house found her, hours later, and took her in. Three days of pneumonia followed during which she was insensible, after which the fever broke and she finally became aware of her surroundings.

The house was owned by a Mr Gerald McEwan, a wealthy businessman who owned a chain of hotels across Scotland. His wife, Barbara – a large, matronly woman in her forties – was a real workhorse who maintained the house and forty acres of land almost single-handedly. Their intellectually-challenged son, Robert, was barely mentioned and mostly ignored, except when he was being chastised with great ferocity by his father.

Gerald was a stern disciplinarian, but he was very kind to Anna, as was his wife who waited on her hand and foot while she was recovering. Anna asked why she had not been taken to hospital, and Barbara explained that she used to be a nurse and had plenty of training in looking after the sick.

As soon as she was able, Anna called her boss, only to find that she had lost her job on account of not having turned up to the conference in Fort William. Her irate boss refused to believe that she had not been able even to call in sick, and demanded that she fax him hospital records of her illness. This, of course, she was unable to do, but her excuse failed to convince him and so she found herself unemployed.

Gerald was sympathetic to her plight. He suggested that she spend a few days convalescing at his home before returning to London to get herself sorted out. This offer Anna gratefully accepted, and so she spent the next couple of days getting her strength back and making friends with Robert.

From the beginning, Robert was highly affectionate. He was twenty-five years old but acted like a schoolboy with a major crush – he hung around Anna and kept hugging her whenever he had the opportunity. Discouraging him was like trying to fight off an enthusiastic St Bernard. On the second day, he walked in on her as she was getting dressed, and although she covered up as quickly as possible she knew he had seen her breasts and pussy.

After that, Robert seemed to have developed a one-track mind. He grabbed her breasts whenever he could and tried to stick his hand up her skirt several times. It was on one of these occasions that Gerald walked in on them. Seeing him, and not wishing to appear as if she were leading Robert on, Anna screamed and pushed Robert away. The young man recoiled as if stung.

Gerald went ballistic. He dragged his terrified son out of the room while bellowing ferociously at him, and Anna, rather nervous, followed at a distance. She just caught sight of a grim-faced Gerald pulling a stiff cane out of his desk before the study door was slammed shut. The resounding whacks and cries of pain and misery that ensued seemed to last forever. Feeling horribly guilty, Anna retreated back to her room.

The next morning, Robert seemed to have forgotten his ordeal, and was just as keen on groping Anna as before. Now, however, she didn’t dare to cry out and was constantly afraid that Gerald would walk in on them again. She tried the ‘you know what will happen to you if your father walks in’ tack, but to no avail – Robert was not remotely interested in reason.

At supper that evening, Anna started in shock as she felt a hand on her thigh. It was Robert’s, of course, but the lad fortunately at least had the sense to be subtle about it. Anna tried to brush his hand away, but Robert was not to be deterred. He soon had her skirt hiked up to her loins and was stroking the front of her panties. Anna, knowing the beating Robert would get if she made a scene, tried to ignore it.

She was somewhat startled when suddenly, halfway through dessert, Robert slipped off his chair and dived beneath the table. She raised an eyebrow and directed a querulous glance at Barbara.

“He likes to play under the table,” explained Barbara. “Just ignore him.”

Anna tried, but it was difficult, for Robert was now in the process of pulling her panties down her legs. At first she tried to hold on to them, but her efforts attracted a suspicious glance from Gerald, and she let them go quickly with a brief smile at her host.

“So, what are your plans for tomorrow?” asked Gerald.

“Well, I guess I should be getting back to London,” Anna replied. “You’ve been far too kind to me already and I really mustn’t impose on you any further.”

“Please, don’t mention it,” said Barbara. “You’re welcome to stay longer if you’d like. It’s nice for Robert to have someone of his own age around. You’ve been helping us, actually – by keeping him entertained.”

Anna squeaked in alarm as she felt Robert’s finger probing between her pussy lips, but she managed to turn it into a cough.

“Are you all right, dear?” asked Barbara.

“Yes, yes I’m fine thanks,” said Anna. “Anyway, as I said, you’ve been awfully kind, but I should really start looking for a new job.”

“Have you ever thought of looking for work up here?” asked Gerald.

“Well, I do love the country,” confessed Anna. “Compared with London this is absolutely wonderful. But it’s hard to find jobs up here – the City’s really the best place for someone in my line of work.”

“Ah. Well, I suppose you’re right,” said Gerald. “It’s just that I’m actually looking for someone to troubleshoot my own management structure, and I wondered if you would be interested in the job.”

“Uuahhhh!” exclaimed Anna breathlessly as Robert’s finger slid all the way into her vagina. “My goodness!” she continued with a nervous laugh, trying to cover up her discomfort, “That’s quite a surprise!”

“I understand of course if you’re not interested…” continued Gerald.

“Well, I don’t know … what sort of terms are you offering?”

Gerald grinned. “I was hoping you would say that,” he said. “Would you like to discuss the details after dinner?”

“Sure! Why … uuuhhhh why not?” said Anna indistinctly.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” asked Barbara.

“Well, I’m feeling a bit light-headed actually,” confessed Anna, latching on to her chance to leave. “Must be the port. I think I’d better lie down for a little while.”

“Good idea,” said Gerald. “You can come and see me in my study when you’re feeling steadier.”

Anna started to get up, then realised with horror that Robert had untied the side of her wraparound skirt and was in the process of unwrapping it. As her bottom left the chair, she felt the garment being pulled from beneath her with a quick jerk, and before she could do anything about it, she was naked from the waist down – apart from the napkin on her lap. She hastily sat down again and tried to cover all her bare skin with the napkin. “Um,” she said, “you know, I think I’m just going to sit here a little while longer – my head’s spinning a bit. Sorry.”

“That’s quite all right,” said Gerald. “I apologise – I shouldn’t have given you that last top-up. Well if you’re staying, perhaps you’d like to talk about my proposal now? I think you’ll find my offer attractive.”

What Robert was doing under the table, Anna could not quite figure out, though it felt like he was tying something around her knee. “Sure,” she said to Gerald.

Barbara got up from the table and took a few plates out of the room, leaving the two of them to discuss the job. As Gerald laid out what Anna had to admit was an attractive package, Robert meanwhile worked away industriously under the table. Anna fought to maintain her composure as first one knee and then the other was pulled sideways and then held in place – she came to realise that he had tied her knees to different legs of the table. Her own legs were now spread wide apart, and she could not even begin to bring her knees together. Robert now began to work two fingers into her vagina, making it very difficult for her to concentrate on what Gerald was saying.

“…four month contract, during which you could live in this house – we have plenty of space as you can see. And, of course, there will be a company car for the duration…”

Anna nodded, smiling, sweat breaking out on her brow as she felt Robert’s hand creep up inside her blouse and slide beneath the left cup of her bra. She folded her arms across her chest to conceal the tell-tale movements buffeting the material, and fortunately her host did not seem to notice.

“So, what do you think?” said Gerald finally.

“It’s … it’s very tempting,” Anna managed. “It’s a considerable step up for me, but I feel I’d be up to the challenge. May I … may I sleep on it?”

“Of course!” Gerald smiled, then got to his feet. “Well, I’ll be in my study if you need me. Feel free to help yourself to more pudding if you want.”

“Thank you,” said Anna.

As the door closed behind Gerald, Anna hissed “Robert! Stop that at once!”

Immediately Robert bounded out from under the table on all fours. “This is fun!” he exclaimed. He grabbed the back of Anna’s chair and pulled hard. Anna squealed as her seat was whisked out from beneath her, and she fell backwards, landing on her back on the carpet. Before she could attempt to free her bound knees, Robert was on top of her.

“Can we have sex?” he asked brightly.

“No we can not!” Anna growled. “Get off me!”

“Oh please! Pleeeeease!” Robert pouted and started undoing the buttons on her blouse. “I’ve never had sex, it’s so unfair!”

“Just get off me please,” said Anna. “Your mum will be back at any moment.”

“No she won’t, she’s taken Hamish out for a walk. Hey, do you know what a Scotsman wears under his kilt?”

“I’ve heard legends,” said Anna.

“Nothing. And I’m a true Scotsman! Look!” Robert sat up, straddling Anna’s waist, and pulled up the front of his kilt. Sure enough he was wearing no underwear, and his erection bore a shimmering bead of fluid at its tip.

“Put that away!” gasped Anna.

“I’ll put it somewhere,” said Robert. “Want to guess where?” Without waiting for a reply, he shuffled backwards, stepping his knees over Anna’s thighs, then dropped down so that his cock was poking against her pussy.

“Stop it!” Anna insisted. “Do you know what this is? This is rape! You could go to prison for it!”

“What do you mean?” Robert sounded puzzled. Then he shrugged. “Mum wouldn’t let that happen,” he said, and he thrust forwards, rather inexpertly.

“Ow!” complained Anna. “OW! Ouch. Stop it! Uuhh!”

Finally Robert struck gold. His penis slid deep into Anna’s cunt and he gave a gasp of pleasure. “Oh wow,” he said. “This is great!”

It only took a couple of thrusts for Robert to deliver his goods. He collapsed on top of Anna, then kissed her on the lips. “Oh thank you, thank you!” he said.

“Damn it, Robert, that’s the worst thing you can do to a woman!” Anna snapped, her eyes filling with tears. “I hate you!”

“What?” Robert looked confused. “But it was nice!” he said defensively. “And I’ve seen it on television – women like it too!”

“Yes … when they want it! When it’s with someone they love!”

“But … I love you,” said Robert. “Can’t you love me too?”

Anna rolled her eyes. “It just doesn’t work like that Robert,” she said.

“Why not? It should!” Robert responded obstinately.

“Look…” Anna began, then she sighed. It was hopeless. “Just get off me, okay?”

Somewhat cowed, Robert acquiesced, and Anna quickly untied her knees and retrieved her clothes. As she dressed, Robert slouched off out of the room, and Anna heaved a sigh of relief that they had not been caught together like that.


That night, Anna was awakened by the sound of her door opening. A second later, Robert had climbed in next to her. She tried to push him away.

“Get out of my room, Robert!” she hissed at him.

“I was lonely!” he said. “And I want to have sex again.”

“Look, didn’t you get the message the first time? I don’t want to have sex with you!”

“Oh please, please, I’ll try to make it better than last time…”

“No! Go away!”

“Oh please!” he whined. “I love you, Anna.”

“No!”

“All right, how about if I just lie here quietly. At least I won’t be alone.”

Anna sighed. “Okay!” she said. “But don’t touch me, all right?”

“All right.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Good. You can stay for a little while. But make sure you’re out of here before morning – I don’t want your parents finding you here.”

“Okay.”

Fortunately the king-sized double bed was large enough for them to share it without coming into contact with one another – as long as Robert kept to his promise. After half an hour’s wakefulness, however, Anna began to hear soft snoring coming from Robert’s side of the bed, and she started to relax enough to fall asleep herself.


When she awoke, it was to find herself naked with Robert on top of her, trying to get his erection into her again. She yelped and tried to push him off, but he was too heavy. A few seconds later he was back inside her, thrusting away while grunting with effort.

“Robert, you promised!” Anna wailed despairingly. “Stop it!”

“Sorry … couldn’t help it,” Robert panted. “You were just so … beautiful.”

Anna groaned in frustration and resigned herself to waiting until he had finished. Then a horrible thought struck her – she wasn’t on the pill! She couldn’t think why this had not occurred to her last night – perhaps it was because she had had too much to drink. At any rate, she had not been on the pill for three months now, ever since she had kicked out her cheating scumbag of a boyfriend. She thought back to her last period – it had ended almost two weeks ago. Her heart sank – she was probably ovulating right now. She renewed her efforts to push Robert away, but she was unsuccessful and he soon came inside her.

At that moment, Gerald walked in. “Ha, I knew it!” he exclaimed loudly. He marched over to the bed and dragged his son off Anna, raising his hand to cuff Robert across the temple while Anna grabbed the bedclothes in a hurried attempt to cover herself up. She winced as Gerald began dragging a naked and screaming Robert through the door.

“I most sincerely apologise,” said Gerald to Anna as he left the room with his son in tow. “I’ll speak with you later, after I’ve taught my son a lesson or two.”

Anna bit her lip. It was obvious that Robert never learned a thing from the harsh punishments he regularly received from his father, so where was the value in these beatings? He deserved to be punished, certainly – but this was surely not the way to do it. Anna was not sure she could spend much more time in this house if it meant Robert was going to get himself beaten frequently on her account. He really did not understand that what he was doing was wrong…

Then she came to a decision. She did not want this job badly enough to endure the continued torment of living here for four months, however good the pay was. She would take the blame for this ‘incident’, then return to London to job-hunt. Getting out of bed, she threw on a dressing gown and hurried through to Gerald’s study. She was not a moment too soon – Gerald was just retrieving his cane from his desk.

“Wait!” said Anna. “Please don’t punish him – it’s not his fault.”

Gerald paused, and Robert, grovelling on the floor, looked up at her hopefully. “What do you mean?” asked Gerald.

“It was my fault. I … seduced Robert. I’m very sorry – it was wrong of me.”

Gerald stared at her in amazement. Then he snorted. “I don’t believe a word of it,” he said. “Why would you do such a thing?”

“Well … your son may not be the sharpest tool in the box,” Anna said, thinking on her feet, “but he has a beautiful body… And he’s really very sweet, very affectionate. I’m quite fond of him and I … well, I wanted him. So I seduced him.”

Gerald burst out laughing. “Incredible!” he said. “Well Robert, I suppose you’re off the hook. Did you have fun last night?”

Robert nodded uncertainly.

“Excellent!” Gerald beamed. “Well Anna, I’m grateful to you for showing an interest in my son – God knows I never expected that to happen!”

“Um, you’re welcome,” said Anna, somewhat surprised at Gerald’s reaction.

“I shall no longer interfere when the two of you are … together,” added Gerald with a cough. “All right Robert, you can go and get dressed. Anna, if you’d like to remain for a moment…”

When Robert had left the room, Gerald closed the door. “Anna,” he said. “I don’t mind telling you I’m really delighted by this … revelation. And I truly am grateful. That figure I quoted you last night … you can add another five thousand to it.”

Anna’s eyes widened. She was somewhat bemused, her thoughts in a whirl … but a very generous job offer had just been made to her … and hopefully the atmosphere would improve around the house from now on… “I’ll take the job,” she said, making up her mind suddenly.

“Wonderful!” Gerald beamed again. “I’ll have a contract drawn up at once. Will you be content to keep the room you’re in at the moment? I will, of course, furnish a separate office for you.”

“Um, sure,” said Anna.

“Good. Now, I’m sure you’ll want to make some phone calls – sort out your situation in London, get your things sent here…”

“Yes,” agreed Anna. “Well actually, I should get back to London to do some of that myself…”

“Of course.” Gerald nodded. “Well, your car is fixed so you can leave at any time. Just let us know when you’re going to be back.”

“I will,” Anna promised.

“All right then!” Gerald extended a hand for Anna to shake. She shook it.


Four days later, Anna was back at the McEwans’ house. She was met at the door by Gerald.

“Everything go well?” he asked.

“Yes indeed,” said Anna. “I’ve arranged to let my flat out while I’m here. My friend Cynthia is taking care of all that for me.”

“Good, good. Now, I think you should go up to your room. Someone’s been pining for you.” He smiled.

Anna climbed the stairs and entered her room. Robert was there, and he smiled happily when he saw her. “Hi Anna!” he said.

“Hi Robert,” she replied. “How are you?”

“I missed you!” he said. “Can we have sex now?”

“No,” said Anna shortly. “I need to unpack.”

Robert grumbled petulantly as he stomped out of the room. Anna heaved a sigh of relief and began to pull clothes out of her bags. As she ferried items from the bed to the wardrobe, she became aware that her new jeans were chafing her. She pulled them off and started rooting around for her sweatpants.

A sudden jolt from behind knocked her sprawling on to the bed. Robert had cannoned into her back and clasped his hands around her middle. “I’m back!” he announced, and then he abruptly pulled her panties down and her legs apart.

“Hey! Stop that!” said Anna sharply. “Look, I brought some condoms with me… Ouch!” She gasped as she felt Robert’s erection plunge into her once more. “Damn it!” she exclaimed in exasperation. She had brought the condoms just in case she had to succumb to his advances in the future, but it did not look as though he was ever going to take the time to put one on.

“I’ve brought you a telephone, just in case…” began Barbara as she entered the room, but she stopped when she saw what was going on. “Oh I do beg your pardon,” she said with a wink and a barely-suppressed smile, “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.”

Anna wrinkled her nose in distaste. Lovebirds?

Robert came, and withdrew. Then, singing merrily, he pranced out of the room. Anna sighed, got to her feet, and resumed her unpacking.


That evening they were all in the living room, watching television. All, that is, apart from Robert, who was conspicuous by his absence (as well as by his silence). Eventually Barbara got up to go and find him. She returned ten minutes later looking concerned.

“He’s locked himself in his room,” she said. “He won’t come out and he won’t tell me what’s wrong.”

Gerald looked suspiciously at Anna. “Did you two have a tiff?” he inquired.

“No,” said Anna truthfully. Although she had expressed many harsh words to Robert in the time she had been staying there, tonight had been relatively peaceful. He had groped her a few times at dinner, but she had been wearing her jeans and so he had been unable to get past ‘first base’.

Frowning, Gerald got up and left the room. When he returned, it was to summon Anna. “He won’t tell me either,” he said. “He wants you, Anna.”

Surprised, Anna followed Gerald up the stairs to Robert’s room. She knocked on the door and said, “Robert? It’s me.”

A very miserable voice replied, “Hi Anna. Are Mum and Dad still there?”

“Yes, they are,” she confirmed.

“Can you ask them to go away? I need to talk to you on your own.”

Anna turned to Gerald and Barbara, who nodded and retreated wordlessly down the hall. When they had disappeared around the corner, Anna said, “Okay, they’ve gone. What’s up?”

“I’ve … done something wrong. Please don’t tell my Dad.”

“I won’t … unless it’s something I think he should really know,” said Anna. “What have you done?”

For a moment there was no reply, and then the sound of sobbing filtered through the door.

“Come on Robert,” said Anna. “It can’t be that bad. Let me in and I’ll see what I can do to fix it.”

After a short silence, punctuated by stifled sobs, Robert said, “I’ve … made a mess.”

“A mess? What kind of a mess?” asked Anna. And then the realisation dawned. “Oh … in your underpants?

There was another pause. Then, “Yes.” Robert’s voice was small and wretched. “You won’t tell my Dad will you?”

Anna smiled to herself. “No, I won’t tell your Dad. Don’t worry Robert, we’ll get you sorted out.”

“Promise you won’t tell Dad?”

“I promise. Now let me in and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Okay.” There was a padding of feet, then the door opened a crack and Robert’s tear-streaked face appeared. He peered out, looking to either side of Anna as if afraid his parents would be standing there. He relaxed a little when he saw nobody, and he ventured a half-smile at Anna as he beckoned her in.

Anna entered and Robert closed the door. He was still fully dressed and there was no visible sign of his problem, although Anna could smell what he had done. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get you to the bathroom.”

“No, no!” said Robert in fear. “Mum or Dad might be there – one of them might smell…”

“Oh … well, we have to get rid of it somehow…” Anna was puzzled as to how she was going to help if he would not help himself.

“This is so bad!” whimpered Robert, dissolving in tears again. “I haven’t done this for … for ages! And I’m grown up and everything! Grown-ups don’t do this … I’m so … so…” He struggled for words.

“Ashamed?” suggested Anna, and he nodded. “Listen Robert, you don’t have to feel ashamed. You’re not the only grown-up who’s done a poo in their pants. Other people do it too sometimes.”

“No they don’t,” said Robert, shaking his head sadly.

“Yes, they do,” insisted Anna.

“People who are … retarded?” said Robert unhappily. “Like me?”

Anna shook her head firmly. “No, Robert. It can happen to anyone. Some people even do it on purpose!”

Robert stared at her, shocked. “No they don’t!” he said.

“They do! Some do. Anyway, whether on purpose or not, it’s really quite common. I expect,” she lied, “that most people do it actually. So you see, it’s really nothing to be ashamed about.”

“But … why would they do it on purpose?” Robert seemed bewildered. “I can’t believe that – it’s something you’re supposed to do on the loo!”

“Well yes,” agreed Anna. “I guess they just like how it feels against their bottom. Now come on – let’s get you to the bathroom and we’ll clean you up.”

“Have you ever accidentally done a poo in your pants when you were grown up?” Robert asked, curious.

“No,” said Anna, then, noticing his worried expression, added hastily, “but I’ve done it on purpose a few times, and lots of my friends have had accidents.” This, actually, was not too far from the truth. An old boyfriend of hers had been into scat and, although she had not shared his passion for the subject, he had on one occasion persuaded her to defecate into her underwear while squatting in the bath. She had felt rather degraded, however, and had vowed never to do it again.

“Wow!” Robert was quite taken aback by this information. “You like how it feels against your bottom?” he asked.

“Yes, it’s very nice,” she said matter-of-factly. “Now come on – we have to get you cleaned up or your parents will start worrying.”

“I can’t go out there!” said Robert, a note of panic entering his voice again. “They’ll smell it!”

Anna sighed. “Look,” she said, “in the unlikely event that they do smell something, how about if I tell them the smell is coming from me?”

“They won’t believe you,” said Robert dolefully.

Anna had to admit this was probably true. “All right,” she said heavily, “if they don’t believe me, I’ll show them I’m telling the truth.”

This went over Robert’s head. “What?” he said.

“I’ll do a poo in my panties, right now,” said Anna, “and if they ask where the smell is coming from, I’ll show them what I’ve done.”

“Really?” Robert’s eyes were as wide as saucers.

“Yes,” said Anna firmly, though inside she was thinking: Surely there must have been a better way than this!

“Now don’t look,” she said, and as Robert closed his eyes tightly she took off her sweatpants. She did not want to get more than one garment messy if she could possibly help it. Then she squatted down, concentrated, grunted, and discharged a soft, eight-inch-long turd into her white cotton panties. Standing up again, she grimaced at the feeling of the poo nestling wetly against her buttocks. “See?” she said. “Now we match.”

“Let me see,” said Robert, trying to get a look at the back of her panties. “Have you really done it?”

“Yes,” she assured him, and turned around so he could see the bulge.

But Robert was not quite satisfied with that view. Before she could stop him, he pulled out the back of her panties and gasped at the sight of the poo lying inside. “Wow!” he said.

“Yes, well, come on then,” said Anna. She went to the door and opened it a crack. Looking out, she could see nobody, so she hurried out into the passage, pulling Robert behind her by the arm. Together they trotted to the bathroom, where they both emptied out their underwear into the toilet. They both wiped themselves clean, flushed, and then Anna dumped both her panties and Robert’s Y-fronts into the basin. Wrinkling up her nose in distaste, she washed them out thoroughly by hand until they bore no trace of poo. She wrung them out hard, then dumped them in the laundry hamper, where she knew they would be collected the following day.

“All clean now,” she said, turning to Robert with a smile.

But Robert was staring at her pussy with a big grin on his face. And the grin wasn’t the only part of him that was big…

“Oh God,” muttered Anna as she fell backwards to the floor with a very excited Robert on top of her. This time she didn’t even bother to struggle…


The next day, Gerald outlined Anna’s job responsibilities and showed her the contract, which was everything Anna had hoped for. She signed it at once and began making calls to the various hotels in the McEwan chain, introducing herself and asking for statistical reports. She worked conscientiously, and when at six o’clock she presented Gerald with a printed summary of her preliminary findings, he seemed very impressed.

“This is excellent,” he said as he browsed through it. “Good work. I can see I made the right choice!”

Anna smiled happily. She had enjoyed her day, and was in truth very pleased at how well it had gone. As both of them trooped down to dinner, however, Gerald had one minor criticism to make.

“I am glad you feel comfortable in this house,” he said. “But you ought to be aware that I do often receive visits from clients and colleagues – this is my workplace as well as my home – and I would appreciate it if you wore something rather smarter than jeans while you’re on office time.”

Anna blushed crimson. “Oh I’m sorry!” she said. “I should have thought – I’ll dress more smartly from now on, I promise.”

“Thank you,” said Gerald with a smile. “And there’s really no need to apologise – I should have made that clear before you started.”

They sat down to dinner, Anna next to Robert as usual. Almost immediately the young man tried to touch her breast.

“Not at the table, Robert,” said Barbara calmly as she dished up the potatoes.

Halfway through the meal, Robert suddenly announced, “Anna does poos in her pants. Sometimes she does.”

Anna practically choked on her broccoli. Barbara reached over and patted her on the back, saying to her son, “Now I’m sure she doesn’t do that, Robert.”

“How dare you make such rude remarks about someone who’s been very good to you!” growled Gerald.

“But she does! On purpose!” Robert turned to Anna with pleading eyes. “Don’t you?”

Anna felt trapped. Denying it would be to betray Robert. True, he had just betrayed her … but then she had never actually sworn him to secrecy…

“Robert, enough of this! Go to your room!”

“She likes how it feels on her bottom! Don’t you Anna?”

“Well,” Anna began, uncomfortably.

“It’s no business of ours what Anna chooses to do in private, Robert,” said Barbara gently. “If she confided in you, then it’s not your place to go around telling other people about it. Apologise to Anna please.”

Robert looked crestfallen. “I’m sorry Anna,” he said.

“That’s all right, Robert,” she replied, blushing to the roots of her hair.

Gerald, frowning, looked as if he were about to say something, but then he thought better of it and instead tucked into his second pork chop. Barbara, for her part, carried on eating as if nothing untoward had happened at all.

Anna was confused. What had just happened here? Had she just been falsely exposed as a pervert, and got away with it? She had expected some kind of adverse reaction from her hosts – a look of disgust or disbelief perhaps – but instead they had apparently ignored the information. Still, the crisis seemed to be over, and nobody else seemed upset now, so she put aside her worries and continued with her meal.


Three weeks into her new job, Anna’s period had not yet started. Each day that passed with clean panties made her heart sink and her stomach knot in fear. After another week, she bought a home pregnancy kit and tested herself. This confirmed her worst fears – she was pregnant.

Quickly she formulated a plan. It would not do to let her employer know of her condition – she did not want him to get any ideas of her raising his grandchildren in the house – but she could not bring herself to abort the pregnancy. Instead she would attempt to ride it out – to conceal her condition until her contract was up and she was able to leave. By that time she would be four months along – surely she would not be showing too much by then?

At any rate, her mostly unsuccessful attempts to persuade Robert to wear a condom during his nightly visits now seemed rather irrelevant – if she was already pregnant then it hardly mattered if he came inside her each time. And his technique was improving … she had nearly reached orgasm on two occasions recently. Having sex with Robert had become a lot more fun since she had resigned herself to the fact that it was going to happen whether she liked it or not.

One night, as she was picking out an outfit for the following day, Robert came in and sat down on the bed. “Hi Anna,” he said.

“Hi,” she replied vaguely, trying to decide which of her blouses would go best with her knee-length dark blue skirt. At length she settled on a white blouse with little blue floral designs down the middle. She held the outfit against her body and turned around to face Robert. “What do you think?” she asked.

Robert shrugged. He had very little notion of colour co-ordination or of what styles looked appropriate for a given occasion.

Anna knew this, but she persisted. “Come on Robert – can’t you tell whether it would look good or not? I just want an opinion.”

“Um, put it on then,” suggested Robert.

Anna disrobed quickly and donned the outfit, trying to spend as little time in her underwear as possible. Robert often got ideas if he saw her with few clothes on. This time, fortunately, he behaved himself. He looked her up and down appraisingly.

“It looks okay,” he said.

Just then, Barbara walked in with a pile of clean clothes. “Here are your whites, dear,” she said to Anna. “Oh, that’s a nice outfit.”

“Thank you,” said Anna. “You think this combination looks okay? I wasn’t sure.”

Barbara stood back and looked at her critically. “Well the skirt’s the wrong length,” she said, “but otherwise it looks just fine.”

“What do you mean, the wrong length?” inquired Anna with a worried expression.

“Well … have you ever had a style consultation?” Barbara asked.

“No … should I have?”

“Oh, absolutely. Everyone should have one,” said Barbara. “I used to do them myself, many moons ago. Of course that was before I met Gerry. Now, the problem is that your legs aren’t suited to the knee-length look – you should go either longer or shorter.”

Anna looked down at her legs, wondering what was wrong with them. “If I go longer,” she said, “I’ll look like my grandmother!”

Barbara laughed. “Not if you go for ankle-length,” she said. “But I’d opt for shorter, personally. Businessmen like to see a bit of leg on a young woman.”

Anna took exception to this. “I’m not dressing for the pleasure of Mr McEwan’s business associates!”

“Of course you’re not,” Barbara reassured her smoothly. “But you’ll find that a distracted businessman is easier to … persuade in certain directions, shall we say, than one who has his mind focused firmly on work.”

“If you’re talking about me using my ‘feminine wiles’,” said Anna rather huffily, “then you can forget it, because I haven’t got any.”

“Oh nonsense,” said Barbara. “You have no idea of the power you could exert if you tried. Come on – let’s see if we can fix that skirt to a better length for you.”

Before Anna could object, Barbara had knelt down in front of her and was raising the skirt’s hem well above the knee. She hummed and tutted to herself, adjusting the height first one way and then the other, until finally she got to her feet. “Right,” she said. “I think I’ve got the measure of that. Whip it off and I’ll get out my sewing kit.”

Rather doubtfully, Anna removed the skirt and handed it to Barbara, who smiled and took it out of the room. Anna looked through the rest of her skirts. Most were knee-length, two were ankle-length (she rarely wore them because she didn’t like the colour of one or the style of the other), and two were slightly shorter than knee-length. Anna tried one of these on, but it did not really go well with any of her tops – at least none that she would consider wearing to work.

She took off the skirt and removed the latest blouse she had tried on, then she gasped as Robert’s hands encircled her waist and pulled her towards the bed. She did not resist as he took off her bra (he was getting quite good at it now) and her panties, and they made love until they fell asleep together.


The following morning, Anna discovered her dark blue skirt draped over the end of the bed, brought in by Barbara, no doubt, late last night. Anna donned it with a sense of trepidation – it seemed awfully short. In fact, it came down barely to mid-thigh, and Anna was somewhat alarmed at how much of her legs was revealed. She had always been accustomed to dressing ultra-conservatively for work – now she looked like a slut, albeit a smartly-attired slut. When she put on a matching jacket and the flowered blouse, however, she decided it did not look too slutty after all – in fact she had to admit she looked quite good, in an Ally McBealish sort of way.

As she entered the breakfast room, Gerald’s head snapped up from his cereal. “Wow,” he said. “You look good!”

“Uh thanks, I think… Your wife shortened the skirt for me – she thought it would look better. I’m worried it’s too short now though.”

Gerald shook his head vehemently. “No no,” he said. “It looks just great. Until now your look has been rather … understated. Now you look … vibrant!”

Anna blushed. “Well thanks,” she said, and she sat down at the table. “Robert’s still in bed – I didn’t want to wake him.”

“That’s okay. You two … sleeping together regularly now…?”

Rather embarrassed at the question, Anna nodded. “I’m sorry,” she began.

“Don’t be! You don’t know how happy it makes me to see the two of you together. Robert’s undergone quite a transformation since you’ve been here – Barbara and I have both noticed it. He used to have a screaming fit at least once a day … but by my reckoning he hasn’t had a major tantrum for over a week now.”

“Well, I’m glad I can help,” said Anna in a small voice. Then a familiar, unpleasant sensation welled up within her, and she said “Excuse me a moment,” before rushing from the table.

Five minutes later, as she emerged from the bathroom, she met Barbara, who was smiling to herself as if at some private joke. Anna smiled faintly at her and made as if to pass by.

“How far along are you?” asked Barbara quietly.

Anna stopped in her tracks, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling. “What do you mean?” she asked unnecessarily.

“I’ve seen you … or heard you … these past few mornings,” said Barbara. “I have some experience in these matters you know. Come on dear, you can tell me…”

Barbara McEwan had shown herself, over the past few weeks, to be an extremely kind woman, and Anna liked her a lot. So it was with only a momentary hesitation that she now opened up.

“About five weeks I think,” she said. “I’m afraid Robert and I … we weren’t very careful.”

“Does Robert know?”

“No … I haven’t told him yet,” confessed Anna. “I’ve been unsure how he’ll take it … or how much he’ll understand it.”

“He’ll understand,” said Barbara gently. “I think he has a right to know, at any rate.”

Anna nodded slowly, her plans of keeping her pregnancy a secret lying in ruins. What was she to do now? Her thoughts were muddled, and she sighed. “I’ll tell him tonight,” she said.

Barbara smiled at her. “Run along to breakfast then, dear. Remember you’re eating for two now.”

Anna’s heart sank at these words. It seemed inevitable that her hosts would now be taking a keen interest in the development of her pregnancy. As she walked down the stairs, she wondered idly whether by ‘accidentally’ falling down the staircase she could induce a miscarriage. She quickly shook off that thought, though – she could never do that, either to herself, or to her unborn child.


The men of the household took the news in very different ways. Robert was perplexed and bemused at first, but after the news had sunk in a bit he settled down to being simply pleased. He understood that he was going to be a Daddy, and that Anna was going to have a baby – how much he understood of the mechanics was unclear.

Gerald, on the other hand, was ecstatic. While he often came across as something of an ogre (although he had always been nice to Anna), deep down within his soul there lurked a big softie, which the prospect of grandfatherhood brought to the fore. Once the initial excitement had worn off, though, he asked Anna to come into his study.

Having shut the door behind her, Anna sat down while Gerald remained standing. He paused for a moment, then said, “I’d like to know what your plans are, Anna. Since you are apparently keeping the baby, I assume you will not be taking him away from my son…”

“Of course not – I wouldn’t do that,” said Anna, though she was not entirely sure what her plans were on that score.

“Then … you are planning to marry Robert…?”

“Um…” This was certainly not something Anna had considered. “I don’t know…” she said lamely.

Gerald took a deep breath. “Now,” he said, “I know that my son is not … the greatest catch in the world. I’ve been very grateful for the interest you’ve shown in him – but you must realise that you cannot simply dump him once your contract expires … not now that you have a baby on the way, especially.”

“I know … I wouldn’t…” Anna floundered. But she couldn’t possibly marry Robert! The idea was absurd!

“I realise that you may find the idea of marriage to Robert a little daunting, perhaps even alarming,” continued Gerald. “But I will attempt to alleviate that alarm, if I may.” He coughed slightly, his eyes not quite meeting hers. “Robert has … certain medical needs as I am sure you are aware. He is not a very healthy boy. Man. And I think his mother would be unhappy at the thought of him leaving this house. I will therefore make you an offer, and I urge you to consider it.”

Anna nodded numbly. “Go ahead,” she said.

“This is it: marry Robert, and remain living in this house. You may continue to work for me, or you can simply be a housewife and help Barbara out around the house – goodness knows she can’t keep up her current pace indefinitely. Now, Robert gets an allowance which, to be honest, he doesn’t even use – but there is money in his account which you, as his wife, will have full access to. When I am too old to run my business, it will if you wish become yours – I would rather it stayed in the family anyway. You have a lot to gain from marrying my son, Anna … and I know that you like him even if, perhaps, you do not love him especially.”

“I … I’m…” Anna began, but she could not think what to say.

“Please, don’t try to give me an answer now. You have another two-and-a-half months on your contract. Take as much or all of that time as you need – you can give me an answer when you are ready.”

“Um … okay,” said Anna, and she got up and left the room. What a mess she was in! How on Earth was she going to get out of this fix?

As she entered her room, Barbara was just leaving it. “I’ve hung up the last of your skirts in the wardrobe,” Barbara explained. “I hope you like what I’ve done with them.”

“Thanks,” said Anna a little distantly. She entered her room and sat down on her bed, thinking. Well, at least she had some time to come to a decision. That was something, at any rate.


The following morning, Anna looked through her wardrobe and was startled to find that every single one of her skirts could now be officially classed as ‘minis’. Their lengths varied, but none was much longer than mid-thigh and some were a lot shorter. Whatever had Barbara been thinking? Anna felt frustration and annoyance rise to the surface. She stormed out of the room in search of Mrs McEwan.

“Hello dear,” said Barbara with a warm smile as Anna came bursting into the kitchen.

“My skirts!” exclaimed Anna. “What have you done with them?”

“I’m sure you’ll find they all suit you very well now,” explained Barbara soothingly. Your legs are just perfect for a mid-thigh skirt.”

“But some of those are so short I won’t be able to wear stockings with them!” Anna complained.

“You could wear tights,” suggested Barbara.

“I don’t like tights,” said Anna rather grumpily, although she had to concede she might just have to get used to them now.

“You could always go bare-legged,” said Barbara. “Your legs are beautiful – flawless skin – you could certainly carry it off.”

“But I’m going to look like a prostitute!” wailed Anna.

“Oh, nonsense!” Barbara tutted. “Perhaps if you wore leather or PVC skirts with visible stocking tops, and too much make-up, and showing masses of cleavage … but as it is, you’ll merely be showing a lot of leg and there’s nothing wrong with that. Come on – let’s go and try some of your ‘new’ skirts on and I bet you’ll be surprised at how good you look.”

Reluctantly Anna trudged back upstairs and watched as Barbara picked out some of the shortest skirts in the wardrobe. “Pick one,” said Barbara.

Anna pointed to the longest one she could see, a black skirt which was still dreadfully short in her opinion. Barbara handed it to her and went back to the wardrobe to fetch an appropriate top. Anna sighed and took off her dressing gown to put the skirt on. As she fastened it around her waist and looked into the mirror, she noticed it was even shorter than she had thought – its hem was only three or four inches below her crotch. She would have to be very careful about how she sat down!

“Here,” said Barbara, handing her a cream-coloured top.

Anna put it on, then examined herself in the mirror. She did look good, to be sure … but the amount of leg she was showing was scary. “This just isn’t me,” she said sorrowfully, shaking her head. “I feel naked.”

“It’s just because you’re not used to expressing yourself,” said Barbara. “For years you’ve been hiding yourself away beneath safe, concealing garments, and to emerge from that cocoon now is naturally going to be something of a culture shock. But don’t worry – you’ll get used to your new style. I assure you, you look ten times better than you did before. Good morning precious.”

“Morning Mum,” mumbled Robert from the bed. He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

“What do you think of Anna’s outfit today?” Barbara asked him.

Robert squinted, rubbed his eyes again, and raised his eyebrows. “That’s really nice!” he said.

“Thanks Robert,” said Anna with a smile. Then she sighed and left the room to go downstairs to breakfast. As she walked, she tried ineffectually to tug the hem of the skirt down to a more decent level, and she pondered uneasily on the fact that some of her skirts were now even shorter than this one…


Over the next week, Gerald had several visitors, and he made a point of bringing each of them to Anna’s office to meet her. She could not help noticing that they all had a hard time keeping their eyes off her legs, though of course they were extremely well-mannered in their speech. After the first few times, she began to find it rather amusing, especially when their wavering attention caused them to stutter or forget what they were about to say.

Her job progressed well. Over the next couple of months she visited all of the McEwan hotels, and drew up detailed reports identifying areas of poor performance, possible cost-saving opportunities, and outlining methods in which the business could be managed more effectively. As her contract came to an end, and her growing belly meant that she was unable to wear some of the tighter skirts, she presented her final results in a comprehensive report that Gerald quickly came to regard as the Bible of hotel management. He called her into his office on the last day of her contract and bade her sit down.

“Well Anna, you’ve exceeded my greatest expectations,” he said. “I never would have thought that hiring you would pay off in so many ways so quickly. You’ve earned every penny of your salary, and more…” Then he cleared his throat. “Now, you have so far not given me an answer to the little question I asked ten weeks ago… The question of marriage to Robert. Have you given much thought to the matter?”

Anna had indeed. In the four months that she had been living in this house, she had grown very fond of the whole family. Robert, while annoying sometimes, could be awfully sweet and was quite a proficient lover. She did not love him, perhaps, but … there were of course the other advantages. She would not have to worry about maternity leave, or about trying to juggle work with caring for a baby. Financial concerns would disappear. And she would be living in a beautiful part of Scotland, away from big city pollution. On the whole, she reflected, the pros outweighed the cons.

“Yes,” she said. “I’ll marry him.”

Gerald’s face was a picture of delight. He pulled Anna into a bearhug that quite took her breath away, then drew back. “Have you spoken to Robert about it yet?” he asked.

“No,” said Anna. “But I will do – this evening.”

“Wonderful. I can’t wait to tell Barbara – she’ll be so thrilled!”

And so Anna and Robert became officially engaged, and moved together into a larger bedroom. An engagement party was thrown, and Anna was introduced to all of Robert’s aunts, uncles, and cousins, and some of Gerald’s well-to-do land-owning friends. At Barbara’s urging, she wore a very short green velvet dress which captured the eyes of all those present.

Halfway through the evening, however, Robert said to Anna, “Why don’t you ever poo in your panties nowadays?”

Anna glanced about quickly to see if anybody had heard. Fortunately nobody was staring in her direction, at least not in shock or surprise, so she turned to Robert and murmured, “Keep your voice down please Robert.”

“Sorry,” said Robert a little more quietly. “But why don’t you…?”

“I just haven’t felt like it recently,” she said.

“Could you do it now? Please?”

“What, and leave our engagement party? That would be rude…”

“You don’t have to leave. I was talking to Mum about this, and she said you shouldn’t be embarrassed about it if you want to poo in your panties. You should just go ahead and do it.”

Anna’s jaw dropped. “Your Mum said that?”

“Yes, she did.”

“Well I’m sure she didn’t mean in company.”

“Yes she did. She said she wouldn’t be annoyed by the smell. So please Anna … please?”

“Perhaps later,” said Anna, stalling for time. “Could you get me another drink?”

“Okay.” Robert went to fetch it, scuffing his feet as he went, to show his annoyance.

When he returned, Anna downed the wine quickly. She had had several glasses now and was beginning to feel quite light-headed. An hour and another two drinks later, she was sitting, or rather sprawling, on the settee, talking to one of Gerald’s elderly uncles. Robert was playing Nintendo on the floor by the fireplace.

“That’s a really lovely dress,” said Uncle Douglas with a yellow-toothed smile. “And I must say, you’re a very lovely young lady. Robert’s very lucky.”

“No I’m not,” said Robert, overhearing, with his nose still in the game. “This is pure skill.”

“Thank you,” said Anna, smiling back. She was not aware of how much she was showing, but Uncle Douglas was not about to let on that he could see her panties. He merely smiled and continued to chat to her, glancing frequently down at her crotch all the while.

Then Robert finished his game and came to sit on Anna’s other side. He, too, saw that she was showing a bit of underwear, and he liked the look. In fact he decided that he wanted to see a bit more, so he took hold of her hem and lifted it back a few inches. Anna barely noticed, but she smiled at Robert so he kissed her. Anna’s mouth opened slightly, so he stuck his tongue in and they began to French kiss with enthusiasm. Robert’s loins began to stir, and he started squeezing Anna’s breast through her dress. Then he began to fumble with the buttons at the front, popping them open one by one while Uncle Douglas, and several others by now, looked on with interest.

Robert, easing Anna down sideways so that she was almost lying down, now lifted the hem of her dress up beyond waist level, then stuck his hand into her panties. Anna moaned slightly as he started rubbing a finger between her labia. Getting it slick with her juices, he slid it into her vagina. With his other hand he pulled open the front of the dress and undid the front fastening on her bra. Pulling the cup aside, he squeezed and caressed her right breast while Uncle Douglas clapped in delight.

Barbara came over and smiled as she saw her son and future daughter-in-law locked in a passionate embrace. “Look at the two lovebirds,” she said with a sigh of affection as Robert pulled Anna’s panties down to her knees. Then she frowned and came closer. Bending down, she sniffed Anna’s breath. “How much have you had to drink?” she asked.

Anna broke off from the French kiss. “Quite a lot,” she said indistinctly.

“Silly girl – don’t you know you’re not supposed to drink while you’re pregnant? Least of all get drunk! No more wine for you tonight, dear. I just hope the baby will be all right.”

“I’m sorry,” said Anna, and she meant it. She had forgotten that she was not supposed to drink while pregnant.

“I think I should also point out that you are in a state of considerable undress,” added Barbara.

Anna looked down to see her bared breasts and gasped.

“Not that I mind, dear. I don’t think anybody here minds – you have a beautiful body. I just thought you might want to be aware, that’s all.”

Anna shook her head slowly, trying to clear it. She pushed Robert away and struggled to a sitting position, and noticed her panties were around her knees. She pulled them up. “Thank you,” she said to Barbara.

“Don’t mention it.”

“Will you poo in your panties now please?” asked Robert.

Anna shook her head. “No,” she said.

“You said later! And it’s later now!” whined Robert.

Anna rolled her eyes and turned to Barbara. “He’s been like this all evening.”

Barbara smiled at her. “Then why don’t you do it and make him happy?”

Anna shrugged. “All the people … the smell.”

“You can always go out of the room if it’s too smelly,” said Barbara. “But I’d suggest getting off this settee first – the upholstery is quite expensive. Come on – I’ll help you.”

She and Robert helped turn Anna around and assisted her into a kneeling position on the floor with her elbows resting on the settee. Anna feebly objected, rather nonplussed at this turn of events.

“Right, go ahead,” said Barbara. She arranged Anna’s dress so that it was at least covering her bottom. “Push.”

Try as she might, Anna could not think of any reason not to poo in her panties. So she relaxed her anal sphincter and began to push, and a firm, six-inch poo emerged from her anus. It resisted as it pushed against the material of her panties, so she pushed harder. Soon it broke off and she stopped pushing. “Done it,” she reported in a low murmur.

Robert lifted the back of her dress and smiled in delight as he saw the bulge in her panties. He pulled them out so he could see the poo, then he replaced both the panties and the dress. “Does this mean she can’t sit down on the settee?” he asked his mother.

“I’d rather she didn’t sit on something so hard to clean,” said Barbara. “You could put her in the leather armchair if you like, though.”

They helped Anna to her feet and guided her to the armchair, where they sat her down carefully. The poo squished against Anna’s buttocks and spread out along the gusset of her panties, nestling against the entrance to her vagina. Surprisingly the smell was not too bad.

“How does that feel?” asked Robert, arranging her dress so that the front of her panties was showing, as well as her right nipple and much of her left breast. “Nice?”

Anna nodded. “Very nice,” she murmured.

Barbara sighed. “She’s so beautiful, isn’t she?”

Robert nodded. “Can you get her to poo in her panties some more?” he asked.

“She might not have any left,” said Barbara.

“Anna,” said Robert, “do you have any poo left inside you?”

Anna shrugged drunkenly. “Yeah, I think so.”

“You might as well get rid of it all, dear,” said Barbara.

“Okay,” Anna slurred. She allowed Barbara to lift up her right leg and hook it over the right arm of the chair, while Robert, following his mother’s example, hooked her left leg over the left arm of the chair.

“Might as well take this off,” said Barbara, helping her out of her dress. “No point in getting it messy.” Anna’s unfastened bra came off with the dress.

Now wearing just her panties and shoes, and with her legs spread wide apart, Anna put her hands on the seat behind her and pushed upwards, lifting her bottom off the chair. Not really taking in the little knot of intrigued guests gathering around her, she pursed her lips and pushed, while Barbara stroked her hair and murmured encouragingly to her.

Anna’s anus opened up, and a firm, slightly lumpy poo began to slide out. She strained harder, and it extruded more quickly, curling up in the back of her panties next to the first poo. It broke off, and she relaxed, panting.

“Any more, darling?” asked Barbara.

Anna nodded, and pushed again. Her anus dilated, and another firm chunk started to come out. This one turned out to be much longer than the others, and as it looped back and forth inside her panties, the material started sagging down way below her buttocks. Kneeling down in front of Anna, Robert curiously pulled her gusset to one side, so that he could see the poo coming out of her and going into her panties. A camera flashed behind him, and Anna blinked.

“Hey, who’s taking photos?” she slurred, rather aggrieved.

“Well this is a special occasion,” said Barbara. “You can’t expect people not to take photos of you and Robert. Keep pushing, dear.”

“Hey, stop that,” Anna chided Robert, who was pulling her clitoral hood back to reveal her clitoris. Two cameras flashed in quick succession, and then flashed again as Robert inserted two fingers and used them to pull her vagina open.

“Oh, he’s not doing any harm,” said Barbara. “Come on – keep pushing.”

Anna strained, and a rope of semi-soft poo slithered out of her anus. With pretty much no room left in her panties, it spilled out past the gusset that Robert was still holding to one side, and started piling up on the chair beneath her. After a moment, Robert replaced her gusset and held the elastic of her leg-band against her skin, so that the remaining poo was forced to stay in her panties. The material bulged and sagged still lower.

“Good girl,” said Barbara encouragingly. “Keep going, dear.”

“I don’t think there’s much left,” mumbled Anna.

“Well you should probably finish what you’ve started,” said Barbara. “Push, dear.”

Anna grunted as she forced still more poo into her panties, causing the waistband to part company with her skin. Barbara pulled a few tissues out of her purse, and used them to carefully gather up the pile that was sitting on the chair beneath Anna’s pussy. Then she pulled out the front of Anna’s panties, and dropped the poo inside. She let go of the waistband, and it snapped back against the lump of poo, which was too large to be fully contained by the front of the panties.

Gerald came over with a walrus-moustached gentleman in his fifties. “Anna, I’d like you to meet … oh!” He raised his eyebrows at Barbara, who looked back blandly.

“I told her she could do it in her panties,” said Barbara. “If the smell gets too bad, she can always go upstairs and empty it out.”

Gerald nodded. “Very well,” he said. “Anna, this is Kenneth McQuirter, a very good friend of mine and one-time business partner. Kenneth, this is my son’s fiancée, Anna.”

“I gathered,” said Kenneth, smiling politely. “Pleased to meet you, Anna.”

Barbara and Robert helped Anna to her feet. She had to hold on to her panties to stop them falling down under the weight of all her poo, but she let go of one side long enough to shake Kenneth’s hand. “Pleased to meet you too, Kenneth,” she said.

“And this is my wife, Thora,” said Kenneth.

“Hello Thora,” said Anna. “Nice to meet you.”

Mrs McQuirter regarded Anna with a slightly amused air. “You seem to have lost some clothes,” she remarked as she shook Anna’s hand.

Anna blushed, and would have covered her breasts with her hands except that she needed them to hold up her panties. “Well I didn’t want them to get messy,” she explained. “I should go and clean up so I can put my dress back on.”

“No need to on our account,” said Kenneth graciously.

“No indeed,” said his wife. “By all means stay as you are.”

“So tell us about yourself, Anna,” said Kenneth.

He and his wife were attentive listeners, and Anna found herself relating much of her life story over the course of the next half hour. She related some amusing anecdotes, which in truth were far funnier to her than to the McQuirters, but she would have refrained from going into detail about her relationship with Robert … except that both Robert and Barbara were on hand to chime in with various tales that Anna would much rather not have been related.

“I’d like to propose a toast,” said Gerald some time later. “To my son Robert and his lovely fiancée, Anna … may they have a happy wedding and an even happier marriage!”

“To Robert and Anna,” chorused all of the guests in unison, raising their glasses.

“Go on Robert,” whispered Barbara to her son. “Give her a hug and a kiss.”

And so Robert did, and everyone clapped and cheered.

“Would you like to say a few words, Anna?” suggested Gerald.

“Oh, um…” said Anna, feeling very much put on the spot. The alcohol was not making her think very clearly at all. “All right. Um…” She was suddenly acutely aware that all eyes were on her, and that she was naked apart from a pair of white silk panties, which were practically overflowing on all sides with a large quantity of her poo. “Um, well I apologise for my appearance,” she said, her cheeks turning very pink. “I don’t normally do a poo in my panties like this, and certainly not in front of so many people. And I’m not normally so naked. But thank you for being so nice about it.” She looked down at the large mound of poo in the front of her panties. “Gosh, there’s a lot of it,” she said. “And th…the amazing thing is, I think there’s even more to come. I can feel it.” She swayed slightly on the spot. “How amazing is that?”

“Finish it!” said Robert, chuckling.

Anna blushed even harder. “Silly goose,” she said. “What, in front of everyone?”

“At this point, it’s not going to make much difference,” commented Barbara with a wry smile. “Go ahead, dear.”

Anna looked around at the assembled faces, which looked variously amused, polite, expectant and/or mildly disapproving. “But,” she said in a small voice, “there’s no more room in my panties. I don’t want to ruin the carpet.”

“A fair point,” said Gerald. “Perhaps you’d better hold it in, Anna. Well, I think perhaps it might be time for some photos to commemorate the occasion. Robert, perhaps you and Anna could stand together by the fireplace?”

Robert stood with his arm around Anna’s waist, while both of her hands were occupied holding up her overloaded panties. First Gerald took a photo of the two of them, then he joined them so that Barbara could take a photo. After that, Gerald and Barbara stood either side of the young couple while some of the guests took photos. Anna was very embarrassed about the fact that her naked breasts were in full view in all of the pictures, not to mention her poo-filled panties.

Then, in front of everyone, Robert held her in his arms and tongue-kissed her while cameras flashed all around them. Nearly everyone seemed to want to photograph her from the back, while made her feel highly self-conscious. As the photo session ground to a halt, she also found she was feeling rather queasy. She tried to engage in polite conversation with some of Barbara’s friends, but as the minutes ticked by she found herself feeling worse and worse. She mentioned this to Barbara, who nodded.

“Come on,” said Barbara. “You’ve had quite a night – let’s get you to bed.”

Anna brushed her teeth while Barbara stood by, and then she went over to the toilet and began to pull down her panties. But Barbara stopped her.

“It’ll take forever to clean you up,” she said. “It’ll be easier to just go to bed as you are – I’ll wash the sheets tomorrow.”

She put an arm around Anna and led her through to the bedroom she shared with Robert. Pulling the covers back, she helped Anna into bed, lying her on her side so as not to make too much of a mess. Then she kissed Anna goodnight, switched off the light, and went out, closing the door behind her.

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The next morning, Anna had very little recollection of the party, and it was something of a shock to her when she discovered her panties were extremely full of poo. She started to get out of bed, and moaned as her head pounded. “Oh God, I feel awful,” she muttered. She lay back down and closed her eyes.

Robert was nowhere to be seen, but a few minutes later Barbara walked in. “Good morning dear,” she said. “How are you feeling?”

“Not very well,” confessed Anna. “Also, I seem to have made rather a mess…”

“Don’t worry about it,” said Barbara soothingly. “Come with me – I have an excellent hangover cure which will have you right as rain in no time.”

She helped Anna out of bed, and started to lead her out of the bedroom. “Um, can I put something on?” asked Anna.

“Are you cold?” inquired Barbara.

“Well no, but…”

“There’s no need to be modest around us, Anna. “Don’t you remember being dressed like this for a couple of hours at the party last night?”

Anna put a hand to her head. “Oh God, really?”

Barbara laughed. “Yes, dear, and nobody minded a bit. Now come along and we’ll get you a nice drink to clear up that headache.”

“Where’s Robert?” asked Anna, following Barbara downstairs while clutching the sides of her panties to stop them from falling down. The bulk of the poo was still soft, and fairly warm from having been under the covers with her all night and against her skin … but the thin layer of poo coating her buttocks and pussy had started to turn rather crusty.

“Oh, he declined to go to bed with you, I’m afraid – he said it was too smelly in there. He slept in his old room, and he’s probably still there.”

Anna, following Barbara into the breakfast room, stopped suddenly as she realised that Kenneth and Thora McQuirter were sitting at the table, eating muffins. They both looked up, started in surprise, then smiled at her. Anna blushed in mortification, bade them good morning, and hurried after Barbara into the kitchen.

“You didn’t tell me we still had guests!” she said to Barbara. “How embarrassing!”

“Don’t be silly, dear,” said Barbara. “They both saw you like this last night.”

She made up for Anna a herbal drink that tasted rather bitter. “Thanks,” said Anna, wrinkling her nose a little.

“Doesn’t taste like much, but it does the trick,” said Barbara. “I imagine your bottom’s starting to itch a bit, is it?”

“A little,” admitted Anna. “I really need to get out of these panties.”

“Didn’t you say you had some more to do?” asked Barbara.

“Did I?” said Anna. “I don’t remember. But yes, I think perhaps there is a little more to come.”

“Then you may as well keep your panties on until you’ve got rid of the last little bit,” said Barbara. “In the meantime, I’ll happily clean you up if you like.”

“Clean me up?” asked Anna in surprise. “Oh no – I can do that myself.”

“It’s no trouble,” said Barbara. “Please – it was my suggestion that you do it in your panties, so I feel sort of responsible for your discomfort.”

Anna’s cheeks burned at the thought of Barbara cleaning her nether regions. “But I would feel awfully embarrassed,” said Anna. “I haven’t needed anyone to clean me since I was a little girl.”

Barbara sighed. “I always wanted a daughter, you know,” she said. “But after Robert, I wasn’t able to have any more children.” She smiled at Anna. “I’m so happy that you came into our lives – you’re a special young woman, and I’ve come to love you very much – as if you were my own daughter. I hope you’ll feel able to call me ‘Mum’ eventually.”

Anna felt rather touched. “I’d be happy to call you ‘Mum’,” she said. “Thank you – it means a lot to me that you feel that way.”

“Good,” said Barbara, pleased. She pulled out a dustbin bag and spread it out on the table. “Now, dear, slip out of those panties and climb on to the table just there. Sit on the bag so that you don’t get the table messy.”

Anna whimpered. “But Barbara … Mum…” she began, then she stopped. She did not want to seem ungrateful for all of Barbara’s kindness. She said, “Well, if you really don’t mind…”

Barbara beamed. “There’s a good girl,” she said. She turned to the sink, and started running some hot water into a small plastic bucket.

Anna carefully lowered her panties to the floor, then she climbed on to the table and lay down with her bottom on the bag.

“Knees up and legs apart, dear,” said Barbara, and reluctantly Anna spread her legs and lifted her knees up to either side of her chest.

Barbara prepared a small stack of paper towels, then she brought over the now-full bucket and a small soap dispenser. Wetting one of the towels, she squirted some soap on it and then began to rub gently at the poo around Anna’s pussy. Anna stared at the wall in embarrassment, and her cheeks turned crimson as Barbara began wiping actually between her pussy lips. The older woman was being very meticulous.

“Where would you like these dishes?” came a voice from the door.

Anna froze in panic – it was Kenneth McQuirter. She hoped desperately that Barbara would send him away quickly.

“Just over here by the sink, please,” said Barbara. “Please excuse us – I’m just giving Anna’s nether regions a bit of a clean.”

Kenneth McQuirter came around the table and smiled down at Anna. “Hi!” he said.

Anna started to close her legs, but Barbara pushed her knees back. “Keep still dear,” she said.

“Er, hi!” said Anna, mortified beyond words.

Kenneth stared down at Anna’s pussy as Barbara pulled back the hood to wipe around Anna’s clitoris. Just then, the phone rang.

“Oh bother,” said Barbara. “I’d better get that.”

“Want me to take over?” asked Kenneth.

Anna’s eyes widened in terror.

“Thank you, that would be most kind of you,” said Barbara, handing him a fresh paper towel. She then hurried off in the direction of the telephone.

“So how are you enjoying our little part of the world?” asked Kenneth pleasantly as he soaked the paper towel and started rubbing it along the outsides of Anna’s labia. “Oh hello dear!”

“What’s going on?” came Thora’s voice.

“I’ve just taken over the task of cleaning Anna’s down-below bits – Barbara had to answer the phone.”

“Ah,” said Thora, coming around the table to stand beside her husband. She peered down at Anna’s pussy. “Wow yes, it’s certainly got pretty crusty with poo, hasn’t it? I suppose you were too tired to clean up last night, Anna?”

“Well I was a little tired!” gasped Anna, feeling desperately exposed.

“Oops!” said Kenneth. “Um, I seem to have accidentally pushed a little piece of poo inside you, Anna – I’m most dreadfully sorry.” He slid one finger inside her, making her squeal in a mixture of alarm and outrage.

Thora tutted in disapproval. “I’m sure she doesn’t want your fingers probing all around inside her,” said Thora sternly. “This requires a woman’s touch.” She pulled him away from Anna, then she dipped her middle finger in the water and then gently inserted it into Anna’s vagina.

“Sorry about this,” apologised Thora. “My husband can be a little clumsy sometimes.” She continued to worm her finger around inside Anna’s vagina, occasionally stroking against Anna’s g-spot, which made Anna twitch. “Ah – got it,” she said, hooking a tiny piece of poo with her finger and pulling it slowly out. “There. Back over to you, Ken – and try to be more careful!”

Kenneth resumed washing Anna’s pussy, and when he finished, he moved on to her buttocks. Twenty minutes later, when he was almost done, Barbara returned to the kitchen. “Sorry about that!” she said. “That was my friend Linda – she’s a little depressed, poor thing. I didn’t like to cut her off. How are things going here?”

“Oh fine,” said Kenneth. “I’m nearly done.”

“I’ll finish off then,” said Barbara. “Thank you so much for looking after Anna for me.”

“Don’t mention it,” said Kenneth. “Well, I suppose we’d best be off. Thank you for letting us stay the night – I’ll try not to drink so much next time!”

“You’re welcome, any time,” said Barbara. “You know that.” She kissed both Kenneth and Thora on the cheek, whereupon the middle-aged couple left the room. Anna felt very relieved, now that it was just Barbara attending to her intimate parts.

Barbara soon finished cleaning her, and with the last of the paper towels she dried Anna’s buttocks and pussy. “We should probably get some baby oil on you,” she said. “It’ll be good for your skin after such a long time in contact with your poo. Don’t move – I’ll be right back.”

Anna fidgeted while she waited. Then Robert appeared, looking tousle-haired and bleary-eyed. He smiled when he saw her lying naked on the table, and started to walk around in front of her.

Anna started as she saw him. Then she said, “Watch out for my panties on the floor, Robert.”

Robert stopped himself just in time, and frowned down at the garment, all but buried under a pile of poo. He stooped and picked it up carefully. “You shouldn’t leave it on the floor for people to step in,” he said in a severe voice, sounding for a moment like his father. “Here.” And he handed her the poo-filled panties.

“No Robert!” cried Anna, unsure of where to grab hold of it and hesitating too long – the entire mass of poo, with a thin layer of cotton beneath most of it, landed in the middle of her chest, lying partially across both breasts. “Ugh! Get this off me.”

But Robert was now staring with interest at her exposed vagina, which was at a most opportune height. His erection grew quickly, and he pulled it out of his pyjama bottoms. Spitting into his hand (a trick he had learned early on in their courtship), he lubricated his penis, positioned it carefully, then gently slid it deep into her vagina.

“Oh God Robert, not now!” sighed Anna.

But Robert was now happily thrusting away inside her, seemingly unfazed by the mound of poo sprawled over his fiancée’s chest. At that moment Barbara walked back in with the baby oil. “Oh!” she said in surprise. “My goodness, you two don’t have much shame, do you?” She chuckled. Then she noticed the poo on Anna’s chest. “Oh no, what happened?”

“Robert didn’t think it should be on the floor,” said Anna, feeling horribly embarrassed to be having sex in front of her mother-in-law. “He just picked it up and dumped it on me!”

“Oh Robert, now that wasn’t a very nice thing to do,” Barbara chided her son. “Say sorry.”

“Sorry Anna,” muttered Robert, but his thrusting continued unabated. He took hold of her knees and pushed them further back and wider apart.

Barbara carefully lifted Anna’s panties off her breasts, and lowered them back down to the floor. “You’ll just have to be careful not to stand in it for the moment,” she said to Robert. “Oh dear – look at all those streaks of poo on Anna’s chest.” She sighed, and fetched some more paper towels.

“Morning!” said Gerald, entering the room. “Goodness me!”

Anna wilted inside. Now, she felt, her humiliation was complete.

“Morning Dad,” grunted Robert.

“I was just getting Anna cleaned up,” said Barbara, “but Robert came in while I was out of the room, and it seems he couldn’t resist.”

“So I see!” said Gerald, with a hearty laugh. “Well, young hormones, eh?”

Barbara nodded and smiled. She damped one of the paper towels, squirted some liquid soap on to it, and started wiping around Anna’s breasts. “How are you feeling, dear?” she asked.

“A little … mortified, to be honest!” gasped Anna.

Barbara and Gerald both laughed. “I can understand that,” said Barbara. “Robert did choose a rather inopportune time and place for his amorous advances. But that’s not quite what I meant. How’s your headache?”

Anna realised suddenly that her headache had, in fact, gone. “It’s much better!” she said in surprise. “Thank you – that’s a good cure!”

“Oh … ohh … OHHH!” moaned Robert, and Anna felt a small rush of fluid inside her. As Robert pulled out of her, and tucked his penis back into his pyjamas, Barbara moved around the table to take his place.

“Darling,” she said to Gerald, “could you possibly finish cleaning Anna’s chest for me while I rub some oil into her nether regions?”

Gerald shrugged. “Sure, I suppose so,” he said. He came over, picked up a paper towel, dipped it in the bucket of water, and started rubbing it around Anna’s right breast.

Barbara dribbled some baby oil into her hand, and then poured some more on to Anna’s pussy. She rubbed her hands together, thoroughly oiling them up, and then she began to massage the oil all around Anna’s pussy. Sliding her index finger and ring finger along the outside of Anna’s labia, and her middle finger in between, she squeezed all three fingers together so that Anna’s pussy lips bulged up between them. She worked her hand backwards and forwards, each time catching Anna’s labia between her fingers, and each time running a slippery finger over Anna’s clitoral hood with just enough friction that the hood pulled back and Anna’s clitoris received a slick, oily rub.

Gerald soon had all traces of poo removed from Anna’s breasts, so now he squirted soap directly on to her chest and also poured a little warm water between her breasts. With his bare hands he began soaping her breasts, giving them a slippery but very thorough clean. With one hand on each breast, he squeezed and kneaded them, occasionally catching her nipples between his fingers and gently tweaking them.

This, along with the slippery, oily massage that her pussy was receiving from Barbara, was getting Anna all hot and flustered. “Um … uh … uh … Barbara…” she panted, her breath coming in little gasps, “I think … possibly … that’s … enough oiling!”

“Oh nonsense dear,” said Barbara, squirting more oil liberally on to her hand and Anna’s pussy. It dribbled through her fingers and ran in a little rivulet between Anna’s labia, continuing down over her vagina and anus. Barbara spent a few more minutes working plenty of oil into Anna’s pussy, and then she began to work on Anna’s buttocks.

All the while, Gerald was soaping up Anna’s breasts, but eventually the water had evaporated or run off enough that the soap was beginning to get sticky. Gerald poured more water on to Anna’s chest, and then still more, rubbing and massaging until the soap was all washed away. Then he dried her off with a few paper towels. “All done,” he said. “I’m going to grab some breakfast.” He walked through to the breakfast room, whistling rather tunelessly.

Barbara, too, was just finishing up. The oil had all soaked in now, leaving Anna’s pussy and buttocks looking shiny and pink. “Okay, you can climb down now,” she said. “I’ll help you into your panties.”

Anna climbed off the table, and stepped into her panties as Barbara held them for her. Barbara then pulled the panties up, and tugged them firmly until the huge wad of poo therein snugly nestled against Anna’s pussy and buttocks. “Are you ready to go again?” she asked.

Anna blushed. She did not really want to do another poo in front of Barbara. “The urge has gone for the moment,” she said.

“Okay. Well let me know if it comes back,” said Barbara. “In the meantime, what would you like for breakfast? I could do you eggs and hash browns if you like.”

“That sounds lovely,” said Anna, “but I’ll be happy with just muesli, if that’s all right.”

“Remember you’re eating for two,” Barbara reminded her. “How about muesli, followed by some scrambled eggs on toast?”

“Perfect,” said Anna with a smile. “Thank you.”

“Okay – just go and sit down with Gerald and Robert. Help yourself to some muesli, and I’ll be through with your eggs in a couple of minutes.”

“Um,” said Anna, looking down at her full panties.

“Don’t worry about making a mess,” said Barbara. “I’ll clean it up later.”

“Um, okay…” said Anna. She went through to the breakfast room and sat down in the chair next to Robert’s. The poo beneath her squelched and oozed around her buttocks, squished between her pussy lips, and was forced out of her waistband and leg-bands in several places. She poured out some muesli, drowned it in milk, and began to eat.

A few minutes later, Barbara brought in Anna’s scrambled eggs, and Anna tucked into those too. She had not realised how hungry she was.

“If you need to do a poo, dear,” said Barbara, “just go ahead.”

As Anna finished her eggs, she found that she did, in fact, feel the need to empty her bowels. She got to her feet. “If you’ll excuse me,” she said, “I’m sort of feeling the urge now.”

“Oh good,” said Barbara. “Well go ahead, dear – no need to be shy. Just do it on top of the poo already in your panties.”

“Right here?” asked Anna nervously.

“Certainly – don’t mind us,” said Barbara. She got up and came around the table. When she saw several lumps of poo on Anna’s chair, she said, “Oh dear – would you mind popping those back in your panties? It’ll make cleaning the chair a little easier.”

“Oh of course,” said Anna, picking up each chunk in turn and dropping it carefully into the front or back of her panties – whichever seemed to have more room.

“Now,” said Barbara, “why don’t you kneel on the chair and lean over the back – a better angle for defecating, I should think.”

Turning her back on the table, Anna did as Barbara had instructed, acutely aware that Gerald and Robert now had a perfect view of her bulging panties.

“Now push!” said Barbara.

Anna pushed. Her anus opened up, and a semi-firm poo started to slide out. Almost immediately, it hit the large, much firmer mound of poo in her panties. She pulled down her panties a little, to give it some room, and pushed out ten or twelve inches, which curled up until it filled the small space between her buttocks and her poo. Then she had to lower her panties still further. “Not much room in there now!” she remarked with a slightly nervous laugh.

“Here, let me help,” said Barbara. She tugged Anna’s panties down a little further at the back, so that Anna’s buttocks were fully exposed, and her poo, descending from her anus, was now visible to all. “There – keep pushing, dear.”

Anna strained, and her poo continued to slither out, piling up in a messy heap on top of her older poo. Some of it slid down the front of the mound, arching over the poo covering her gusset. Barbara reached in and arranged it so that it lay lengthways, running forward from the large mound in the back all the way up to the top of the smaller mound in the front of the panties.

Robert giggled. “That’s an awful lot of poo!” he said.

A few more inches of poo emerged, and fell from Anna’s anus on to the top of the heap. “That’s it,” she said.

Barbara helped Anna pull her panties back up, and the new poo spread out as it contacted her pussy and buttocks. Barbara spread out her hands beneath the bulging material, and pressed upwards to squish the poo still further. She reached between Anna’s legs, cupped Anna’s pussy, and applied upward pressure while slowly moving her hand back and forth. Anna could feel the poo working itself between her labia, and oozing around her clitoris. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m hoping the new poo will act as a sort of glue, to hold your panties up,” said Barbara. She let go. “Is it working?”

Anna let go of the sides of her panties, but immediately the poo-laden garment began to descend. “Not really,” she said.

“Well I suppose you’d better go and empty them out, now that you’ve finished,” said Barbara.

“Oh but I want her to stay that way!” said Robert unhappily. “I want her to keep the poo in her panties.”

Barbara smiled at Anna. “Well I have no objections, if you’d like to keep them on,” she said.

“Nor I,” said Gerald. “As long as you don’t make a mess of the carpets or upholstery.”

“If you do,” added Barbara quickly, “I’ll clean it up, so don’t worry too much about that.”

Anna looked from one to the other, perplexed, and then at Robert’s hopeful face. “Well,” she said, “I suppose I could keep them on for a while…”

Barbara beamed. “Excellent,” she said. “And afterwards, I’ll be only too happy to clean you up.”

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Wedding plans were made, invitations were issued, bridesmaids were picked from Anna’s circle of friends back in London, and Anna herself was made a fuss of by Barbara and Gerald, who were apparently anxious that she should not be given any reason to change her mind. Over the next couple of months her belly continued to grow, and Barbara took her on a couple of shopping trips to find maternity dresses for her to wear. It was strange that, no matter what garments they bought, Barbara insisted on ‘customising’ them to suit Anna’s figure. This always meant that they ended up very short, although Anna was by now getting quite blasé about showing so much leg. Sometimes, even when she knew her panties or her breasts were showing as a result of Robert’s careful ‘arrangements’ of her clothes, she did not bother to cover herself up when either Gerald or Barbara walked in. Neither seemed to mind what state of undress she was in around the house.

And neither of them seemed to mind her emptying her bowels into her panties, which she began to do on a regular basis as a result of Robert’s pleading and Barbara’s encouragement. It felt very odd to go to the bathroom to pee, and having finished, pull up panties that were heavily-loaded with poo. Yet this quickly became the norm. Sometimes she would keep the same pile of poo in her panties for three or four days in a row, only emptying them out when she was ready to fill them again. And whenever the crusty poo made her skin itch, Barbara would have her lie down, naked – sometimes on her bed, but more often in the living room, dining room or kitchen – whereupon Barbara would carefully wash her pussy and buttocks, and follow up with a lengthy oil rub. Robert would often interrupt this process by having sex with her, which was highly embarrassing, particularly when the family had company.

Two weeks before the wedding, Barbara took Anna shopping for a wedding dress. Rather naively Anna had pictured an extravagant floor-length gown, but she was not surprised when Barbara picked out some rather more revealing dresses and suggested she try them on.

The dress they eventually took home was, in Anna’s opinion, not too revealing compared with some of the dresses she had been wearing recently. It came down to mid-thigh, and was loose enough around the waist to accommodate her pregnant bulge. She reckoned, however, without Barbara’s tailoring…

Late one night, while Barbara was working on the dress, Robert came into the room. “Hey,” said Barbara, “you’re not supposed to see this before the wedding day – it’s bad luck.”

“Is that the wedding dress?” Robert asked.

“Yes it is. Now go away – I have work to do on it.”

“Are you shortening it?”

“Yes I am. You want your bride to look nice and sexy as she stands beside you at the altar, don’t you?”

“Yes,” agreed Robert. “Make it very very short.”

Barbara chuckled. “How short do you think I should make it?”

“Um.” Robert thought for a moment. “Shorter than the blue and white one.”

“Now that,” said Barbara, remembering the look of horror on Anna’s face as she had tried it on, “was a mistake. I miscalculated – I never intended to make it that short. You can’t blame her for not wanting to wear it.”

“Okay,” said Robert, “but shorter than the pink one.”

“Hmm, I don’t know… It is a wedding, after all. We’ll see. Off you go now.”

Robert left the room, and Barbara continued to work industriously. Since Anna had already tried the dress on for size, she would not need to see it until the morning of the wedding day, so its length would come as something of a surprise. A pleasant one, though, hopefully. The girl really did have gorgeous legs – it seemed an awful shame to cover them up…

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The wedding day dawned, and Anna was indeed surprised at the length of the dress. “Good grief!” she exclaimed as she stood in her newly-bought silk underwear, holding the garment in her hand. “There’s nothing left of it! What have you done?”

“Put it on,” urged Barbara. “You’ll see how lovely you look in it. Trust me!”

Anna pulled the dress on and fastened it up. She turned around in front of the mirror, examining how she looked. “It’s so short!” she whispered.

“Yes, it is,” agreed Barbara. “But you have the perfect legs to carry it off. You’ll turn every head in the county – everyone’s going to love you!”

Aside from the length, Anna had to admit the dress had improved in other areas. A flapping section around the neckline had been removed, making it more low-cut and exposing a couple of inches of cleavage. The sleeves had been shortened, with the frilly bits (that Anna had not much liked) cut off. The middle had been gathered in above her bulging belly, which had the effect of accentuating her condition, admittedly, but at least she now did not look fat.

And her legs … well, Anna had, to be honest, grown quite accustomed to how her legs looked in a short skirt, and she had pretty much lost her fear of showing them off. This was quite an extreme way of doing it – the hem reached down to the lowest curves of her buttocks at the back, and only just covered her panties in the front – but on the whole she had to admit she looked as beautiful as a bride should look on her wedding day.

The doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” said Barbara, and she dashed off. When she returned she was accompanied by Sue, one of Anna’s friends from London, who was going to be a bridesmaid. When Sue saw Anna, she gaped in astonishment.

“Hi Sue!” said Anna.

“Hi … Anna,” said Sue, coming over to give her friend a hug. Then she pulled back. “You’re wearing that??”

Anna blushed and nodded. “Yes,” she said apologetically. “I know it’s rather revealing…”

“Rather revealing?” echoed Sue. “You’re nearly naked! I never thought I’d see you in a miniskirt, Anna…”

“Well, I’ve become a lot more comfortable with short skirts these last few months. Tell me honestly though – how do I look?”

Sue was lost for words. Barbara fidgeted nervously. The reactions of Anna’s friends was something that she had no control over, and she was a little worried that they might cause Anna to get cold feet.

“It’s … you look … really stunning!” Sue managed finally.

Barbara relaxed. “You do, you really do Anna,” she agreed.

“Thanks.” Anna glowed.

“Now Sue,” said Barbara, “if you’d like to come with me, you can try on your bridesmaid’s dress.”

“Oh my gosh,” said Sue, putting a hand to her mouth as she followed Barbara down the passage. “It’s not as short as that is it?”

“Oh no!” said Barbara. “We couldn’t have you upstaging the bride, now could we? Don’t worry – your dress is rather more conservative.”

Shortly afterwards Anna’s other bridesmaid, Angie, arrived. She was even more shocked than Sue at Anna’s appearance, and unfortunately expressed her opinion that the dress looked slutty. Barbara strongly denied this, almost panicking at Anna’s worried expression, and fortunately Sue backed her up.

“What a thing to say!” Sue scolded Angie as the two of them examined each other’s peach-coloured dresses. “On her wedding day!”

“I’m sorry,” muttered Angie. “But really!”

“Just be happy for her, okay?”

“All right all right. Jeez, these dresses aren’t much better, are they?”

The hems of the bridesmaid’s dresses were a little higher than mid-thigh. Sue shrugged. “I’ve worn shorter,” she said.

“Not to a wedding though!”

Sue considered this. “Actually, I have.”

“Not as a bridesmaid, is what I meant.”

“No,” Sue admitted, “but I quite like it anyway.”

“Glad to hear it!” said Barbara, entering the room. “I made it myself. Let’s see now … your waist could do with taking in a little, Angie – you’re nice and slim, aren’t you?”

“Thank you,” said Angie.


At two o’clock that afternoon, Robert and his ‘best man’ (his father) were standing at the altar, waiting for Anna’s entrance. At a signal from the back, the organ began to play “Here Comes The Bride”, and Anna appeared, her face concealed by a veil and accompanied by her uncle, who was giving her away (her father had died three years previously). Sedately, Anna walked up the aisle while every head in the church was turned towards her, and more than a few mouths were agape at the amazing shortness of her dress. Robert gave her a friendly wave from the front.

Anna smiled back at him and continued walking slowly until she reached his side. Once there, she took his hand and trembled nervously. She was actually doing it. She was actually here, getting married… It all seemed rather unreal somehow.

Robert grinned at her and reached down behind her to squeeze her bottom. He lifted her hem a little so that he could cup her panty-clad buttock in his hand. Anna fought the urge to stop him, acutely aware that the entire church could see what was going on. She figured, however, that Robert’s relatives would make allowances for his mental age. She was very glad she had not invited her own family (she had not even told them she was getting married, since she was worried they would not take the news well).

“We are gathered here today…” began the minister, and he launched into his welcome speech.

At this point Robert bent down to whisper something to Anna. When she heard what he had to say, her heart leaped into her mouth and she was very glad he had had the sense to whisper.

“Not now, Robert!” she whispered back.

“Please!” he whispered. “Please!”

“No!” she replied.

“Is there a problem?” asked the minister.

“Yes,” said Robert mournfully. “She won’t…”

“Okay okay!” interjected Anna with a nervous laugh, cutting Robert off before he could embarrass them both in front of everyone. She pulled Robert down to her level and whispered “All right! I’ll do it. Just keep your hand where it is so that you cover the bulge. Okay?”

Robert nodded, and Anna gestured for the minister to continue. As he announced the first hymn, and the congregation got to its feet, Anna began to push. She had not been for a couple of days now, so preoccupied she had been with the wedding, and there was quite a lot waiting to come out. The first poo came out in a bit of a rush – it was soft and bent easily, curling up inside her panties and forming a squishy lump that Robert pressed against gently with his hand. It spread out a bit under the pressure, and Anna felt a hot flush come to her cheeks as she enjoyed the sensation of its warm caress.

But she could feel there was more to come, and she thought to herself “in for a penny, in for a pound”. Pushing again, she felt another poo emerge. This one was firmer, and longer. Much longer. As it emerged it pushed her panties downwards, and for some reason Robert was no longer cradling the bulge in his hand. She glanced down, and saw to her horror that he was wiping his hand on a handkerchief. Nothing, therefore, was preventing the congregation from seeing the bulge in her panties, which surely now must be protruding well below the hem of her dress. Six inches of the poo was now protruding from her anus, and it was still rigid.

She glanced up at the minister, who had his head buried in his hymnbook. Quickly, she reached down with her right hand, lifted the front of her hem, and tucked her hand inside her panties. Reaching back between her legs, she grasped the end of the poo and pulled it forwards, taking the strain off the back of her panties. She then removed her hand and wiped her fingers clean on the still-clean outside of her gusset.

With the pressure off, Anna started pushing again. Once more her panties began to bulge downwards, and she whispered to Robert, “Hurry up and get your hand back down there!”

“But I got messy!” he complained.

Anna sighed in exasperation and wondered what she should do. Well, there was no way she could get the poo back whence it came, so there was only one thing for it: she continued pushing. She could feel her panties sagging lower and lower at the back, and she felt a twinge of panic as her waistband began to slip downwards. Her panties were descending under the weight of their contents!

Finally the poo came to an end, and it plopped free. But Anna’s panties were drooping further and further at the back. Down her buttocks the waistband crept, until practically all of the massive bulge was clearly visible below her hemline. Anna swayed on the spot, feeling faint. She knew that any second her panties would tip and dump their contents on the floor behind her feet.

But she reckoned without her future mother-in-law. Quick as a flash, Barbara edged out of her pew and hurried up to where Anna was standing. She crouched down behind Anna and fished a safety pin out of her pocket. Lifting Anna’s dress, she took hold of the panties’ waistband right at the back, and pinned it to the inside of the dress about three inches above the hem. Then, satisfied with her work, she returned to her pew.

Anna, having glanced behind her, knew what Barbara had done. Well, her panties were staying up now, which was a relief. However, she guessed that the bulge was still very visible, and in this she was correct. All eyes in the building were on the huge lump in Anna’s panties, and at least half of Robert’s relatives seemed to have video cameras, which were also trained on her bottom. Both of Anna’s bridesmaids now walked out in disgust.

The hymn finished and the congregation sat down. And now the minister went into a long spiel about the sacred institution of marriage, while Robert fidgeted in boredom and Anna wondered resignedly whether any of her family would ever speak to her again.

The time came to exchange vows, and here Anna’s nerve almost failed her. What was she doing here? Why had she let all this happen? As the minister waited for her to reply, she almost turned tail and ran out of the church. She looked up at Robert, who was smiling brightly, completely unaware of the mental anguish she was in. Eventually her heart softened. She could do worse.

“I do,” she said.

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The reception was held in a castle belonging to a friend of Gerald’s. As Anna climbed into the wedding car which would take them there, she carefully avoided sitting down on the fine leather upholstery and rode all the way with her bottom suspended six inches above the seat. In the castle, however, she was obliged to sit down to the sumptuous meal which had been prepared for everyone, but here Barbara came to the rescue and placed a shiny plastic cushion on her chair before she sat down. As she lowered herself gingerly on to the seat, she could feel her poo squishing out in all directions, much of it along her gusset and between her pussy lips.

On one side of her sat Robert, and on her other side sat Barbara, who kept encouraging her to eat more. (“Remember you’re eating for two,” said Barbara.) To tell the truth, Anna was very hungry, but she ended up eating so much that she felt rather ill. After the speeches there was Scottish country dancing, which Anna, not knowing the steps, did not attempt to join in.

Late in the afternoon, Barbara whispered to Anna, “Come on – we’d better get you upstairs to change into your going-away outfit – you have a train to catch.”

Anna got to her feet and pushed her chair back, but when she turned around she noticed that there was quite a lot of poo on the plastic cushion – it must have been squeezed out of the sides of her panties. Barbara noticed this too; she picked the cushion up and took it out with her, Anna following close behind.

Upstairs in one of the bedrooms, Barbara told Anna to take her dress off. Anna fumbled with the safety pin for a moment, then managed to get it undone. She pulled the dress up over her head and tossed it on the bed.

“Right,” said Barbara. “Now take off your bra.”

“My bra? Why?” asked Anna.

“Well dear, I’ve been thinking for a while that you really don’t need to wear a bra. You have lovely breasts – they don’t sag at all – so it would be nice if you could go around unfettered, don’t you think?”

“But I’m not used to not wearing a bra,” said Anna doubtfully.

“Oh, you’ll get used to it – there’s nothing to it,” Barbara assured her.

So Anna took off her bra and placed it alongside her dress. Then she said, “Should I take off my panties too, and clean up?”

“Oh no – I’m sure Robert would want you to keep them just the way they are for the moment,” said Barbara. “Here, hold out the front for me, would you?”

“I’m sorry?”

Barbara indicated her panties. “Just pull the front of the waistband out a bit, there’s a good girl.”

Anna, puzzled, did so rather reluctantly. Barbara came over with the plastic cushion and a spoon she had taken from the table. Carefully scraping up a spoonful of poo from the cushion, she shook it until the poo dropped inside Anna’s panties, where it nestled against her pubic hair. Barbara very carefully retrieved the rest of the poo from the cushion and treated it in similar fashion. Every last drop went back in Anna’s panties – she had not lost a thing. Now she had just as much poo in her panties as she had in the church – except that now her underwear was staying in place, plastered all over her buttocks with soft poo.

“Okay, you can let go now,” said Barbara. “Now wait until you see this dress I’ve got for you!” She then produced, from a hanger in the wardrobe, a sheer black minidress. She handed it to Anna and said “Here, try it on.”

Anna stared at the dress. She tried to imagine wearing it, but the idea was ridiculous. “I can’t wear this!” she exclaimed.

“Why not?” asked Barbara in surprise.

“Well for one thing, it’s not designed for a pregnant woman – it’s too narrow.”

“Oh but it’s very stretchy.”

“And it’s see-through!”

“I’ve seen women in nightclubs wearing such things,” said Barbara. “Besides, you want to look sexy for Robert on the evening of your wedding, don’t you?”

“Yes, but…”

“Just try it on – I’m sure you’ll like it when you see how good you look in it,” said Barbara with a smile of encouragement.

Anna sighed and took the dress. She pulled it over her head and tugged it down over her bulging belly. It just covered her panties in front, until she released the hem – then it sprang up to the lower curve of her bulge – it did not even reach the top of her panties. At the back, however, it just covered her panties – though this hardly made any difference as the material was stretched so tightly that it was almost completely transparent. The fact that the dress was black, and her panties were white, made her underwear all the more visible.

“This dress is about three sizes too small!” she complained.

“Four, actually,” said Barbara with a wink. “My goodness, dear, you look utterly gorgeous!”

Anna stared at herself unhappily in the mirror. Under the over-stretched material, her breasts were very visible, her nipples and areolae on prominent display. Then she turned around and saw her white panties with a large brown stain at the back, bulging outwards unevenly on account of the poo within having been sat on. “I’m going to get myself arrested!” she wailed.

“No you won’t – Gerry wouldn’t allow that to happen. We’ve booked a first class compartment for you on the train, and you’ll be staying in one of Gerry’s hotels – they have instructions to look after you and treat you very well. So don’t worry about a thing. Right, you look ready – let’s go back downstairs.”

“But … they’re all going to see my breasts!”

“Most of them have seen your breasts already, at your engagement party,” Barbara pointed out. “But you should be proud of that – you have beautiful breasts and everyone who sees them will be admiring them.” She grabbed a suitcase next to the bed and marched out of the room. Anna sighed and followed.

Downstairs, Anna and Robert bade their farewells and departed in Gerald’s Jaguar, which Barbara was driving. She took them straight to the railway station and put them on a train to Fort Augustus, which was where they would be spending their honeymoon in one of Gerald’s hotels. While Gerald could have easily afforded to send them on an expensive holiday in the tropics, they had all felt it sensible to keep the newlyweds close at hand, given Anna’s condition and Robert’s inability to behave responsibly in an emergency. Gerald, however, anxious that they should have a good time, had instructed the staff of the hotel to treat the young couple like royalty.

“Well, we’re on our way,” said Anna as the train pulled out of the station. “Can I go and empty out my panties now?”

“No,” said Robert firmly. “I really like it when your panties are full of poo.”

“I quite like it too,” admitted Anna, “but I can’t stay like this forever. How long do you want me to keep my poo in here?”

“Um, I don’t know,” said Robert. “I’ll tell you when to take it out.”

Anna shrugged and sat down on the stiffening poo in her underwear. It squished somewhat, and it still felt warm and tacky on her bottom and pussy, but it was beginning to lose its adhesiveness. “Well,” she said, “how are we going to pass the time until we get there?”

Robert grinned as he reached over and lifted up her dress. He pulled it up over her head and threw it to one side, leaving Anna naked apart from her panties and shoes. At that moment the door opened and a uniformed man entered. “Tickets please,” he said, then “Oh!”

Anna, covering her chest with one arm and blushing hard, handed him their tickets, which he stamped with trembling hands. Then he handed them back and retreated without a word. Anna chuckled to herself. “You want to have sex?” she asked Robert, and he nodded. She carefully removed her panties and placed them on the seat beside her, then she turned around. “Fancy giving it to me doggy style?” she inquired.

Robert did.


THE END


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