Carol Shipley gripped the sides of her desk as she fought off the urge to defecate. She was very anxious not to fill her panties before tomorrow’s competition, but she feared she might have been over-ambitious in trying to hold it in for five whole days. Four days without a Number Two, and she felt ready to burst. Nevertheless, she could still manage to will her huge turd into submission, forcing it to retreat whence it came. When it was back in its rightful place, lurking rebelliously in the murky recesses of her rectum, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then the phone rang. It was Alice, her boss.
Carol was not sure how Alice managed to hold in her poo for so long – the woman must have a steel trapdoor for an anus. No doubt she had been holding her own poo in for even longer than Carol – and would still have no trouble holding on to it until tomorrow’s competition.
Summoned into Alice’s presence, Carol put the phone down and walked out of her office. A moment later she was entering Alice’s. “Hi,” she said.
“We have another ship stuck in customs,” said Alice with a frown of annoyance. “Bloody Bruce Harris – I swear he’s holding these ships up just so that I’ll go down to his office in a skimpy outfit and give him a show. Well I’m not doing it!”
“Good for you,” said Carol.
“So I want you to go down and see him instead,” said Alice. “Show him your cleavage, flash your panties at him, and I’m sure he’ll get that ship cleared in no time.”
Carol rolled her eyes. “All right,” she said. “But I hope he’s shaken his cold. I don’t want him blowing his nose on my breasts again.”
Fortunately Bruce seemed to have no trace of a cold, much to Carol’s relief. However, the man certainly did not look very well. “Tummy bug,” he explained when Carol asked him if he was feeling all right. “Please – sit down. I’ll get you some tea.”
“That’s all right,” said Carol. “I’m not planning to stay long.”
“I think you’ll find I’m going to take a lot of persuading if you want that ship bumped up the list,” said Bruce with a sickly grin.
Carol sighed. “Okay,” she said. “I suppose I’ll have a cup then.”
While Bruce was in the kitchen making the tea, Carol unfastened another button on her minidress, and hiked up her hem so that her pale pink panties were just showing. When Bruce returned, he noted the changes and leered at Carol. “That’s a nice dress,” he said.
“Thank you,” said Carol. She reached out and took her tea from him.
Bruce leaned over to admire her extensive cleavage up close. “I like your…” he began, then he retched, and suddenly a torrent of chunky yellowish fluid poured out of his mouth, deluging Carol’s breasts. She shrieked in horror.
“God, I’m sorry,” said Bruce, standing up and wiping his mouth. “I can’t seem to keep anything down at the moment.”
“Look what you’ve done!” cried Carol in dismay. She wrinkled her nose as warm vomit slid into her cleavage and ran down her belly. “It’s all over my dress!”
“I know – I’m so sorry,” said Bruce, stepping forward and proceeding to undo more of Carol’s buttons. “Let me wash this for you – it’s the least I can do.”
“Where are you going to wash it?” inquired Carol as the last of the buttons was unfastened. She leaned forward as he pulled the dress down over her shoulders, and drew her arms out of the sleeves.
“In the sink,” he said. “Better than nothing. Oh look, though, your bra’s messy too.” He reached around behind her, unclipped her bra, and pulled the straps down her arms. Then he noticed the vomit oozing down over the front of her panties. “And look,” he said, “your panties are…”
“Those stay on,” said Carol firmly.
“All right,” said Bruce reluctantly. “At least let me wipe them down though – least I can do.” He fished out his handkerchief and started wiping the front of her panties. Then he pulled the waistband out, so that he could see inside. “Easier to clean it like this,” he muttered, then, without warning, he vomited again. The vile lumpy liquid poured directly into the front of Carol’s panties, filling them almost immediately.
“Eww gross!” exclaimed Carol in disgust.
“Agh!” Bruce gargled as he let go of the waistband of her panties. As it snapped against her skin, the vomit inside, with nowhere to go, formed a large bulge around her pussy. Bruce patted it down, causing the noxious mess to ooze between Carol’s labia and over her clitoris. He spat chunks of residual vomit on to her left breast. “Sorry,” he muttered. “Well, your knickers will have to come off now. They’re disgusting.”
Carol, her own stomach churning from the horror of having her pussy bathed in Bruce’s vomit, was inclined to agree. She stood up and pulled her panties down, stepping out of them.
“Come on over to the desk,” said Bruce. “Lie down on it, and I’ll clean you up.”
Carol reluctantly kicked off her shoes, then lay back on to Bruce’s desk, with her bottom at the very edge of it. Bruce pushed her knees back either side of her chest, and moved them apart so that her vagina and anus were fully exposed to his gaze. Wiping her pelvic region carefully with his handkerchief, he shepherded all the little chunks of vomit towards her pussy, then he teased her labia apart, pulled back her clitoral hood, and rubbed the stinky mess directly into her clitoris.
“What are you doing?” asked Carol sharply. “Stop that.”
“Just trying to get my puke out from all the crevices where it’s hiding,” said Bruce.
“Oh,” said Carol. “All right then.”
Bruce let the small mass of vomit slide down until it was covering her vaginal opening. He caught it with his handkerchief, completely enclosed it with the grotty material, then he pressed against the outside of the lump, so that the vomit started oozing into Carol’s vagina. Squishing the bulge inwards from all sides, he squeezed it and kneaded it until it gradually shrank to nothing. When the soggy material was lying flat against Carol’s pussy, he wiped it back up between her labia and against her clitoris.
“Ugh,” said Carol. “I think some of it went inside me.”
“Sorry,” said Bruce. “Must have gone in when I wiped over the top of your vagina.”
“Well get it out then,” said Carol impatiently.
“All right,” said Bruce. He started to push one finger into her.
“Wait – let me see your fingers,” said Carol.
Bruce, puzzled, held out his hand for her to examine.
She tutted disapprovingly. “You bite your nails, don’t you?”
“Maybe,” said Bruce defensively, withdrawing his hand.
“Well they’re all cracked and dirty,” said Carol. “I’m not having you putting your fingers inside me – you’ll cut me and get dirt in the cut and it’ll get infected.”
“Well what am I supposed to do, suck it out?” asked Bruce.
“I suppose that might work,” said Carol.
“Yuck!” said Bruce. “I’m not going to suck my puke out of your vagina!”
“Why not? It’s the least you can do, having put it there,” said Carol unsympathetically.
Muttering to himself, Bruce bent down and pressed his lips around Carol’s vaginal opening. He started to suck, but at the first taste of his vomit, his stomach heaved, and he threw up again. This time, however, since his mouth was sealed against Carol’s pussy, with nowhere else to go his vomit surged up into Carol’s cunt, filling it completely and even oozing past her cervix into her womb.
“Gross!” she yelled, pushing against Bruce’s shoulders with her feet.
He staggered back, wiping his mouth. “Sorry!” he said.
“Fucking hell!” she snapped. “Now I’m going to have your vomit leaking out of me all day. That’s just terrific. Unless you can think of something I can plug it with.”
“A poo?” Bruce suggested. “I understand your panty-pooping competitions feature a vagina-stuffing section.”
“A good idea,” admitted Carol, “except that we have another competition tomorrow and I don’t want to lose any of my own poo. Could I borrow one of yours?”
Bruce shrugged. “I suppose so,” he said. He started to unbuckle his belt. “Do you want me to do it into your hands, or what?”
Carol wrinkled her nose. “Not really,” she said. “Better to do it straight into my vagina, if you can.”
“Okay,” said Bruce, taking off his trousers and boxer shorts. As Carol shifted herself along the desk, he climbed up and positioned himself so that his anus was pointing at her pussy. His legs were straddling her right leg.
At this moment, the door opened and a young, attractive woman walked in. Her dark brown hair bore paler highlights, her C-cup breasts were inadequately covered by her low-cut blouse, and her miniskirt was not quite long enough to cover the front of her white panties. She stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw Carol and Bruce.
“What’s going on?” she inquired.
“Er, hi Kerry,” said Bruce. “I accidentally puked up in Carol’s vagina. She thought it would be a good idea to plug herself up with poo, so the puke wouldn’t leak out, but she wants to conserve hers for a competition tomorrow. So I’m going to do a shit in her vagina instead.”
“Oh,” said Kerry. “Do you need a hand getting lined up?”
“Yes please,” said Bruce. “That would be helpful.”
Kerry came over, and extended her hand to Carol. “Hi,” she said. “I’m Kerry.”
“Hi Kerry,” said Carol, shaking Kerry’s hand. “Nice to meet you. Sorry I’m such a mess right now – your boss has been throwing up all over me.”
Kerry peered down at Carol’s pussy and Bruce’s buttocks. “Why don’t you start your poo, Bruce?” she said. “As soon as it starts coming out, we’ll guide it into Carol’s vagina.”
Bruce strained, and the tip of a small brown turd started to emerge from his anus. When it was about an inch and a half in length, Kerry started to steer it towards Carol’s vaginal opening.
“Scoot forward, Carol,” she said. “Slowly.”
Carol did so, and Kerry guided her so that the poo slid up inside her vagina. With Carol’s pussy now firmly pressed between Bruce’s buttocks, there was now no way anything he produced would miss its target.
“Okay Bruce,” said Kerry. “Go for it.”
Bruce strained, hard. Instantly the small turd he had been pushing out exploded from his anus and shot deep into Carol’s cunt. Barely three inches long and just over an inch wide, it bounced off her cervix and then became lodged sideways, braced across the innermost part of her vagina.
What followed was pretty much all diarrhoea. Bruce groaned as it burst out from his anus with great force, pouring into Carol’s already vomit-stuffed vagina. A liquid mixture of vomit and poo started squirting through her cervical opening, accompanied by the occasional small squishy chunk that managed to make it through the tiny gap.
Then the pressure from within became too much, and diarrhoea began to leak from around the union of Bruce’s anus and Carol’s vagina. Kerry jumped back as mushy poo started spraying upwards. Carol pulled back hastily, with the result that the diarrhoea stream now showered her entire pussy.
“Stop, Bruce!” said Carol. “That’s not helping at all!”
“It’s a little hard to stop when you start something like this,” complained Bruce, still emptying his bowels between Carol’s legs. Then the flow slowed and stopped. “Sorry – I didn’t realise it would be so runny.”
“Ugh!” said Carol. “Now what? I’m worse off than before!”
“My poo’s probably pretty solid,” said Kerry. “I could try plugging you up if you like?”
“Oh I wouldn’t want to impose,” said Carol. “This was Bruce’s fault, not yours.”
“I don’t mind,” said Kerry. “I need to go anyway. Whether it’s into my panties or into your vagina doesn’t really matter to me.”
“Well if you’re sure,” said Carol, “thank you very much – that would be great.”
“Excuse me if I disrobe,” said Kerry. “I don’t really want to get my clothes messy.”
“I can understand that,” said Carol.
Bruce climbed off the desk as Kerry took off her clothes. Her skin was beautiful – pale but wonderfully smooth and creamy-looking. Carol found herself admiring the young woman’s breasts. “Wow,” she said, “you’re quite lovely!”
“Thanks,” said Kerry, blushing. “But I’m married, so don’t get any ideas.”
Now it was Carol’s turn to blush. “I wasn’t coming on to you,” she said. “I’m not a lesbian. I was just speaking my mind.”
Bruce leered at his assistant’s nudity. “Yeah, she’s beautiful all right,” he said. “And those boobs feel as good as they look.”
“He keeps groping my breasts by accident,” explained Kerry. “He’s so clumsy! And he’s always spilling stuff on my chest and then having to clean me up.” She climbed on to the desk and positioned her anus between Carol’s legs. “Bruce, would you help us get lined up properly?”
“Yeah all right,” said Bruce, grinning.
“Eww, cover yourself up!” said Kerry, grimacing at the sight of Bruce’s erection.
“Ugh!” said Carol, noticing the erection as well. “Bruce, are you getting turned on by this?”
“Oh yes, he always gets turned on when I do a poo in my panties, or when he sneezes on me or does something else gross like throwing up into my cleavage,” said Kerry. She strained, and the thick rounded tip of a large turd began to emerge from her anus.
“Really?” inquired Carol, somewhat shocked. “Vomit and shit turn you on, Bruce?”
Bruce shrugged as he guided Kerry’s poo into Carol’s vagina. “Well, a bit maybe, if they're on a pretty woman,” he admitted, not looking her in the eye. “What if they do?”
Carol eased herself forward, pressing her vagina against Kerry’s anus. “I don’t know, Bruce – that’s pretty disgusting,” she said as Kerry’s poo slid smoothly up into her vagina, forcing diarrhoea and vomit out around the sides.
Kerry chuckled. “Just one of his little foibles,” she said. “Seriously though Bruce – get your trousers back on.” Then she screwed up her face as a particularly wide section of poo started trying to get through her anus. “Mmmmphhh!”
“Okay that’s enough,” said Carol, feeling the end of Kerry’s poo pushing up against her cervix.
“Okay,” said Kerry. But she found she could not pinch it off. “Damn – I’m going to have to do the rest in my panties I think.” She reached down and used her fingers to chop the poo in half at the entrance to Carol’s vagina. “Can you hand me my panties please Bruce?”
Bruce did so, and Kerry put them on. Then she pushed again, and the back of her panties quickly filled up with a knobbly, lumpy mass of very firm and quite dry poo.
“Wow, that’s a lot!” said Carol. “Especially considering what you’ve done inside me already. I think you’d give my boss a run for her money.”
Both women now climbed off the desk. Kerry put her clothes back on, but Carol looked helplessly at her own vomit-covered dress and underwear. “So are you going to clean those, Bruce, or what?”
“Oh yes,” said Bruce. He picked them up and took them away to the toilet. Carol followed him so that she could clean herself up.
Twenty minutes later, she was clean and damp, while her clothes were fairly clean but soaking wet. She put them on anyway. Kerry’s poo had come out of her vagina a little, but it had been stopped by a wider bulge halfway along its length, which was now acting as a perfect plug. When Carol pulled her panties up, however, the material forced the poo deeper inside her. A mixture of vomit and diarrhoea began to leak out of her, forming a puddle in the gusset of her panties, but it could not be helped – she had to get back to the office.
She returned to Bruce’s office, where Kerry was typing at her desk, sitting on and in a huge pile of her poo. “Bye,” said Carol. “It was nice meeting you.”
“Bye,” said Kerry with a smile. “I hope my poo does the trick.”
Carol smiled, then she opened the door and stepped outside. She was halfway to the car park when she suddenly realised that she had not even got what she had come for. With a sigh, she turned and went back.
“Bruce!” she said. “Our ship – will you please clear it next?”
Bruce looked up in surprise. “Oh,” he said. “Hmm – well, I might be persuaded…”
“What now?” asked Carol in exasperation. “You’ve already seen me naked and puked and crapped all over me!”
Bruce licked his lips. “Just a small thing,” he said. “If you were to, um, French-kiss Kerry … I would see to it that your ship gets moved to the top of the list.”
Carol’s eyes widened.
“Bruce, you know I’m married!” said Kerry reproachfully.
Bruce shrugged. “Take it or leave it.”
Carol turned and looked at Kerry. “God I’m sorry,” she said. “Would you mind awfully? It wouldn’t mean anything, obviously.”
“Go on Kerry,” Bruce encouraged her, as he rubbed at his crotch through his trousers. “What’s a little kiss between friends?”
Kerry sighed. “Oh all right,” she said. “But I’m only doing this because my husband would probably think it was cool.” She turned up her face towards Carol.
Carol leaned down, and pressed her lips against Kerry’s. Then she opened her mouth, and slipped her tongue between Kerry’s parted lips. It met Kerry’s tongue, and they locked lips and writhed their tongues around each other. Bruce, his eyes wide, took his penis out of his trousers and began to masturbate.
A minute passed, and then another. Finally, quite out of breath, Carol pulled back. “Wow,” she said.
Kerry chuckled. “You can take your hand out of my bra any time now,” she said.
Carol blushed as she stopped playing with Kerry’s nipple, and took her hand back. “Sorry,” she said.
“Cool!” said Bruce. “Okay, consider your ship cleared.”
“Thank you!” said Carol. She turned back to Kerry. “Bye,” she said, a little shyly.
“Bye,” said Kerry with a slightly amused smile. “Keep in touch.”
“Okay!’ said Carol, and she hurried out of the office, her cheeks as red as tomatoes.
Bruce came over to Kerry’s desk, his erection pointing straight at her face. “Could you do something about this?” he asked.
Kerry sighed, and grimaced. “Well I suppose since I caused it, I probably ought to take care of it,” she said. “I just hope my husband won’t be too annoyed with me. But Bruce, I wish you’d wash it a bit more often. It smells pretty gross.”
“I’ll try,” he said as she took him into her mouth. “Oh yes – that’s nice…”
As Kerry sucked on Bruce’s penis, she raised her bottom slightly off her seat, and let out a little more poo into her panties.