Chloe Barker – blonde, five foot two, and somewhat attractive – fidgeted behind her desk. She was desperate to poop, but she didn’t dare use the employees’ bathroom – she knew she would block up the toilet, and then she would be an object of ridicule for the rest of her time at Benson and Watt’s. Her supervisor, Rita, could be especially cruel – she delighted in making fun of Chloe, and this would provide enough teasing fuel to last the next few years.
If only she had gone this morning! Or even last night – but her flat-mate Sara would have been even more merciless in her teasing than Rita, and she had not dared to risk it. How did she get herself into these situations? Why didn’t she just go every day, or every other day, like normal people?
The truth was, she rather liked holding on to her poo. She liked feeling desperate, feeling the pressure in her bowels – and then savouring the birth of the monster when she finally let it out. She had blocked up the toilet many times in her twenty-one years – but then, she had always lived with her parents before, and they were used to her toilet habits. In fact, they had pretty much given up the downstairs loo for her exclusive use, since their bedroom had an en-suite bathroom.
This week was her first away from home – and she had not yet figured out how she was going to cope with blocking up a toilet that was used by other people. It sometimes took hours for her poo to soften enough to flush away, even with a great deal of prodding with the toilet brush. Sometimes the brush was counter-productive, merely compacting the poo into a great big mass just out of sight. On such occasions flooding was likely to occur – and the only remedy was to roll up her sleeve and stick her arm as far around the U-bend as possible. This was disgusting, of course, and she did not like doing it, but sometimes it was the only way.
If she could just make it through to lunch-time, maybe she could use a public toilet somewhere nearby. Or maybe, since everyone in the office left at lunch, she could use the toilet here, and nobody would know which of the office staff had blocked it up.
These thoughts swirled around in her mind as her desperation increased throughout the morning. At ten past eleven, she almost lost control, and her knuckles whitened as her hands gripped the sides of her chair, pulling her bottom down against the seat in an attempt to prevent the mammoth poo inside her from getting out. Beads of sweat appeared on her brow, and her body began to tremble with the effort of clenching her bottom and anus. She gritted her teeth, despair threatening to overcome her as she felt her anus opening up despite her efforts. The tip of her poo started to emerge, and she contemplated jumping up and running to the bathroom. If she did so, she would surely have an accident before she got there.
Slowly, however, she began to win the battle – slowly the monster retreated back inside. Her anus closed up, and she began to breathe again.
“Are you all right?” whispered Irene, one of her nicer colleagues.
“Yes, I’m fine thanks,” Chloe whispered back. “I just have a bit of a headache.”
“Oh. Would you like some aspirin? I have some in my purse.”
“Thanks – but I’ll be okay,” said Chloe.
As twelve o’clock rolled around, Chloe had to fight a couple more times to avoid an accident. She knew she would not be able to make it to a public toilet – she was not even sure she would make it to the staff toilet here. But she sighed with relief as Irene got to her feet. “Lunch-time, everyone,” she said. “I’ll see you at one.”
Irene left through the front door, and a couple of the other women followed her – including Rita. Chloe did not want to be the last one to leave, otherwise suspicion would fall on her – but she wanted to make sure the office was empty when she sneaked back in. Her colleague Martin was, however, still with a client, so she continued to fidget and battle the pressure in her bowels until quarter past twelve, when Martin’s client finally left, and Martin got to his feet.
“Well, I’m off,” said Martin. “Will you lock up?”
“I’m off too,” said Chloe hastily, squeezing her buttocks together and jumping to her feet. She grabbed her purse and headed for the door. So far so good.
Martin followed her out, flipping the sign and locking the door behind him. “You going to McDonald’s?” he asked.
Chloe shook her head. “I have to buy a birthday present for my dad,” she said. “I’ll see you at one.”
Martin smiled and nodded, then he turned and walked off down the street. Chloe waited until he had turned the corner, then she hurriedly fished her keys out of her purse and found the one for the office door. Her hands trembled as she tried to get the key in the lock – she could feel her anus opening up, and knew she would not be able to close it again until she had passed the monster.
She got the door open, and hurried inside, whimpering as she felt the enormous turd inexorably pushing through her anal sphincter. Running into the bathroom, she closed the door, pulled up her miniskirt, yanked down her panties, and plopped herself down on to the toilet seat with a huge sigh of relief. Looking down at her panties, which were white with pink hearts all over, she was pleased to see no sign of a skid-mark.
Her eyes watered as her poo stretched her anus to dimensions even she found uncomfortable. She shut her eyes and clenched her teeth, wincing as her tortured ring of muscle passed three inches in diameter … three and a quarter … three and a half. At last, with tears rolling down her cheeks, she exhaled in relief as the gigantic poo started to slide out of her rectum. After a couple of inches it paused, and she had to push hard again to get it moving. Thick and knobbly, it did not seem to get any narrower as she forced out five inches … seven … nine … eleven … and then it paused again as Chloe took a break, panting and wiping her eyes. Looking down between her legs, she could see the monster dangling grotesquely from her bottom, its rounded tip grazing the surface of the water beneath.
Taking a deep breath, she started pushing again. Several more inches emerged, and then stopped as she felt resistance. Looking down, she realized she had hit bottom – the far end of her turd was pressing against the ceramic of the U-bend, under several inches of water. She tried to pinch it off, but this was easier said than done – her anus was overstretched and tired, and her poo was very firm. With a lot of clenching, puffing and wiggling, she managed to get the poo to break off at the level of her anus. It fell with a moist thud against the front of the toilet bowl, its upper end resting against the rim, making a mess which the flush would not reach.
She bore down again and strained, forcing more of the huge poo out of her rectum. Four inches … five … six … and then, with a rush, two more inches slipped out of her as the poo narrowed and broke off. This turd never even reached the water – too thick to pass the first monster, it simply lay across its back, almost entirely blocking the water from sight. Chloe rested for a few moments, then started pushing again.
This next poo was a little softer, and smoother, and just two inches in diameter as it slid easily through her anus and began to curl up on the top of the larger turds already in the bowl. Twelve … fifteen … eighteen inches of this poo built up beneath Chloe’s buttocks, and then she paused for another break.
At that moment her heart leaped into her mouth as she heard the door handle being tried. Fearfully she kept quiet and still, hoping the person would give up and go away. But then she groaned inwardly as she heard Rita’s voice.
“Who’s in there? Are you going to be long?”
She was doomed. The game was up. Now there was no way she could possibly get away with this. It would take her hours to get all that poo to flush away, even using her hands. Yet she couldn’t leave it all blocked up. Wringing her hands in despair, she shook her head as she tried to think.
“Hello? Who’s in there? Answer me!” Rita was sounding impatient.
“It’s … it’s me,” said Chloe in a faltering voice.
“Chloe? Well hurry up please – I’m dying for a poo.”
Chloe sighed heavily. What on Earth was she to do?
And then it hit her – a possible solution. A possible way out. But it was … crazy! Surely… And yet…
It was the only way. Quickly, she stood up and pulled her panties up – but not quite all the way up. Reaching down into the toilet, she carefully took hold of the curled-up poo and started lifting it with the fingers of both hands. It broke, leaving her with an eight-inch section, which she dropped into the back of her panties. “I’ll just be a couple of minutes!” she said.
She went back for more, and retrieved another six inches. This, too, she placed in the back of her panties. Then she fetched the rest of the curled-up poo, and put it in with the first two. Her panties were now quite heavily loaded, and it occurred to her that she might not be able to fit it all. She shivered nervously, then stooped and picked up the next turd. It was huge – at least three inches in diameter, and over eight inches long. She placed it in the back of her panties, and then pulled them up snugly, shuddering at the sensation of all that poo pressing against her buttocks. The large, firm poo was aligned front to back – she could feel it between her buttocks, nuzzling her anus. Its front end was a little further forward than she had intended – it was nestling between her labia, pressing into her vaginal opening.
Her panties sagged heavily in the back, but stayed in place. Now Chloe bent down and started to lift the final poo – the giant. Immediately she realized there was no way her panties would stay up with all of this inside them – yet she had to try. She broke off the top five inches and placed it vertically in the front of her panties. Pushing it down below the waistband, she felt it slide down to her gusset, where it met the front tip of the other large turd. When she released her panties, they bulged obscenely at the front – as if she was sporting a very thick, erect penis. Since her miniskirt was rather tight, this was going to look very odd. Pressing her hand against the fabric of her panties, she squeezed this turd so that it squished sideways, forming a wider but less prominent bulge.
“Aren’t you done yet?” asked Rita impatiently from outside.
“Nearly!” said Chloe. She quickly reached back into the toilet bowl and broke off a four-inch chunk of poo. Pulling open the back of her panties, she dropped the poo inside and then let her waistband snap back into place. Her panties still stayed up, but just barely. Catching sight of herself in the mirror, she gulped as she saw how much her panties were bulging – and lumpily, as if someone had filled them with large pebbles. Looking down into the toilet bowl, she saw that there was still a seven-inch turd in there, mostly underwater. This was the thickest section – three and a half inches wide in places. Whatever was she to do with it? There was no room in the front – well, maybe a very little, but certainly not enough to contain that huge beast. In the back, the weight of the thing would have her panties dropping down around her knees in no time. Also, its bulk would cause the bulge to be so big she would never be able to pull her skirt down.
“Jeez, Chloe, what are you doing in there?”
Another thought occurred to Chloe – the poo would be so wet that it would soak through her panties and her skirt, and she did not have time to dry it off. There was only one thing for it – she would have to stick it inside her. She shuddered in revulsion at the idea – it was too gross for words – but it was the only way she was going to get it out of here undetected. Even now that she had removed so much poo already from the toilet, that behemoth would not submit to being flushed.
Gathering it from the toilet bowl, she placed one foot on the loo seat, then pulled her gusset to one side. Or rather, she pulled her poo to one side – the gusset just happened to come with it. Pressing the giant poo against her vagina, she winced as the turd’s girth began to stretch her to a painful degree. Biting her lip, she eased it inwards, trying not to whimper, as her vagina distended to two inches … two and a half…
But that was as far as she got. The poo, firm as it was, was yielding faster than her own flesh. “Damn it!” she cursed under her breath. She would have to give up – this was not going to work.
“Chloe? Are you okay?”
This startled her – it was Irene’s voice. Chloe glanced at her watch – it was only twelve forty! What were Irene and Rita doing back so soon?
“Yes – I’m okay thanks,” she said. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
Thinking fast, she decided that she would have to try this same tactic with some of the thinner, softer turd that was curled up in the back of her panties in several long pieces. Grabbing a bunch of toilet paper, she closed the lid of the toilet and spread the paper out, placing her large wet turd in the centre. Then, pulling her panties down a little, she reached in and fished out a six-inch chunk of the slimmer poo. Working carefully, with one foot up on the toilet lid, she fed the turd into her cunt, sliding it in gently and fighting the impulse to clench her vaginal walls, an act that would have crushed the poo and forced it out of her.
Her fingers were quite messy by the time she finally got it all in. She re-positioned the thick poo in her gusset between her legs, and took her foot down from the toilet lid. Then she took hold of the wet poo on the toilet paper and rolled it around so that the paper would absorb the wetness. Having dried it off as well as she could, she pulled open the back of her panties and carefully placed the monster inside.
Her panties began to slip downwards, and she cursed – she had been afraid of this. In the mirror, she grimaced at the sight of her panties – they were now bulging so much that there was a gap between the lower curve of her buttock and the leg-band of her panties – a gap through which she could see the brown shapes of the huge turds inside.
“For heaven’s sake!” came Rita’s voice. “What the hell takes this long?”
“Maybe she has a … a problem,” Chloe heard Irene say in a tactfully muted voice.
“Well then she should see a fucking doctor, not spend forever in our toilet,” was Rita’s uncharitable reply.
Chloe wiped her hands clean with more toilet paper, then she stuck her hand down the back of her miniskirt and grabbed the waistband of her panties. With her other hand, she carefully tugged down her skirt, pulling it out over her bulging panties, then she moved her hand around and pulled the front of her skirt down. Then she switched to the back, and so on until she had pulled it into place all around. It was bulging oddly at the back, but fortunately it was long enough to cover the bulge. Only just, though – Chloe wished she had worn a longer skirt today, but it was the middle of summer and the office had a rather informal dress code. Her miniskirts were tolerated, although Rita did not like them and constantly made snippy remarks. Fortunately Adam, their manager, had let it slip that he enjoyed seeing miniskirts in the office. This was partly why Chloe, who had a little crush on Adam, continued to wear them.
This particular miniskirt covered her buttocks with three inches to spare, but with the bulge now being forced downwards by the tightness of the skirt, this was only just enough. Nevertheless, Chloe was hoping the tightness of the skirt would save her by holding her panties in place. She picked up the paper she had used, lifted up the toilet lid, and dropped the paper inside. Then she grabbed a fresh piece and used it to wipe off the rim of the toilet where the longest turd had marked it. Finally, she dropped this piece into the bowl, and flushed.
For a moment she feared that the toilet paper itself would not go down, but luckily this toilet had a strong flush, and it all disappeared after a few seconds. Hurriedly (but thoroughly), Chloe washed her hands, and then she took a deep breath as she prepared to face the others.
She opened the door. “Sorry to take so long – must dash – errands to run,” she said as she swept past them on her way to the front of the office, completely forgetting to pick up her purse on the way.
“Jeez!” said Rita, recoiling from the open door and holding her nose. Then she called after Chloe, “You only have ten minutes of lunch left, remember!”
As Chloe walked towards the front door, she tried to walk normally so as not to arouse suspicion. But she quickly discovered three things. First: the poo in the front of her panties was nuzzling between her labia and rubbing very distractingly against her clitoris as she walked. Second: the poo in her cunt was sliding in and out with every step, giving her the feeling that she was being gently fucked by a warm, soft penis. Third: each step she took was causing the back of her panties to descend, little by little. A strange mix of arousal and fear gripped her as she approached the door. It did not help that Adam, her boss, chose that moment to walk in through the door.
“Hi Chloe!” he said with a warm smile.
“Hi Adam – can’t stop – must run!” she said as she slipped past him, hoping he would not smell anything.
And then she was through the door and standing on the pavement outside, heaving a sigh of relief. She felt she had escaped. But where to now? She had taken the bus to work, since she had no car, but she could hardly catch the bus home with her panties full of poo. The public toilet? It was a good ten-minute walk away. She would never make it – her panties had sagged so low now that the bulge was just beginning to peep beneath the hem of her miniskirt.
Her eyes lit upon the library across the road. They would have a toilet! The only problem was that the nearest pedestrian crossing was a hundred yards down the road. Too far, she thought. Much easier to cross just here – except that this was a busy street and cars were coming from both directions.
She spotted a gap – to her right, after the white van, and to the left, after the silver Audi. It was a short gap – she would have to run – but it might be her best chance for a while. Advancing to the edge of the road, she waited for her opportunity, and then she started to run.
From that moment, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. After just two steps, Chloe’s bouncing panties had sunk so low that the waistband was at the base of her buttocks. Terrified that she was about to spill her poo all over the road, she grabbed at her panties through her skirt and hoisted them back up. In doing so, of course, she hiked her skirt up as well, so high that its hem came only halfway down her buttocks. Her panties bulged out beneath, and continued to bounce as she ran for the other side, more concerned for the moment with getting out of the way of the traffic than with covering her panties.
It was also hard to concentrate with her poo cradling her pussy and sliding slickly back and forth over her clitoris, not to mention the fact that the poo in her cunt was thrusting in and out of her like a piston. As she reached the middle of the road, she could feel an unintentioned orgasm building within her, but she did not dare stop to let it subside. As she continued to run, her bouncing panty-bulge pushed her skirt higher and higher, revealing more and more of her poo-filled panties to an increasingly astonished assortment of passers-by. The view was also proving highly entertaining to Martin, who was just arriving back from lunch, and to Irene and Rita, who were watching from the office’s front window, with Adam.
Gasping and moaning with pleasure, guilt, embarrassment and desperation, Chloe reached the pavement on the far side of the road. She stopped to lean against a lamp-post, her knees trembling from an intense orgasm that had enveloped her just before she got to the kerb. She heard a squeal of brakes as a car behind her screeched to a halt, narrowly avoiding the car in front, which had slowed down to see what Chloe was doing. There was another screech, then a bump.
Chloe staggered up the library steps, her miniskirt now bunched around her waist, her arousal growing again as her poo continued to rub against her clitoris. The urge to finish her poo was also growing, and in a moment of recklessness she thought to herself, “What the hell difference will it make now?”
So she let her anus bloom open again, and paused for a moment on the top step as she started pushing. She felt sure that there would only be a little bit left, and that it would be fairly soft, so she was surprised when nothing immediately came out. Her anus continued to expand, until it was almost three inches in diameter. Grunting with effort, she squatted a little and pushed harder. Finally her poo emerged – smooth and slick, but firm and very wide. Her eyes watered again and she bit her lip, thinking to herself that this was probably a very bad idea.
Then the worst was over – the thickest part of the poo popped out of her and into her overcrowded panties, which she had to pull down a little to make room for the new arrival. As more of it emerged, she had to pull her panties down even more, and then more still, until the waistband was on the same level as the lower curves of her buttocks, and the stunned pedestrians gathering on the pavement below could actually see her enormous poo descending from her hugely distended anus and piling up in her obscenely bulging panties.
Chloe was aware that people could see her pooping in her panties, but she was beyond caring by this point – she had tried to conceal her predicament, and she had failed, so what else did she have to lose? All she wanted now was to finish emptying her bowels, get to the library toilet, and bring herself to another orgasm. She lowered her panties still further, paused to take a couple of deep breaths, and then bore down again, straining hard as her thick poo continued to slide out of her rectum.
When her panties reached halfway down her thighs, and her poo was still a stiff vertical column hanging from her anus, she decided to try another tactic. Reaching back and placing one hand underneath her panties, she slowly pushed upwards, forcing the new long poo to either bend or slide back whence it came. Since she was still pushing it out, the poo bent in the middle, and then broke into two roughly equal pieces, which fell atop the pile of poo in the back of her panties. She pulled her panties back up, but because of the vast quantity of poo inside, she could only get them halfway up her bottom before her buttocks started pressing into the poo.
She knew she should probably get into the library now, while she had the opportunity, but she was still obstinately determined to finish what she started. So she pushed again, and more poo snaked out of her rectum and into her dangerously full panties. It was only friction and the adhesiveness of her poo which was keeping it from spilling on to the steps now – the huge lumpy pile of shit was extending a couple of inches out of each leg-band now. As she cradled the bulge with both hands splayed as wide as possible underneath her panties, and continued to push more poo into the great sticky mass, a brown bumpy ridge oozed upwards to peep above the waistband of her panties, almost all the way from one hip to the other.
Chloe could hear comments behind her: “Christ, what an enormous dump!” … “How much shit can one woman produce?” … “This is disgusting – someone call the police!” … “Should we help her, do you think?” … “Damn – I’ve run out of memory.” … “Oh God, look – it’s going to drop…”
She could feel a sticky, soft sausage of poo sliding down her inner thigh – a fresh turd that had somehow slithered over the top of the huge pile and oozed down past her gusset. She pulled one hand away from the back of her panties and stuck it between her legs, catching the poo just in time before it broke off and fell to the ground. She let it pile up in her hand for a few moments, until she managed to adjust her position so that her latest turd would sink into the main mass of poo rather than diverting down the side. One-handed, she contrived to pull open the front of her panties and stuff into it the poo she had just caught. Then she quickly reached behind her and resumed cradling her bulging panties with both hands. Looking down, she shuddered in disgust – it looked like she had put a large orange into the front of her panties, and then squashed it. Sighing heavily, she pushed again, and her anus, already held open by the two-and-a-half-inch thickness of her current poo, once more began to extrude smooth but firm excrement.
The problem was, there was really nowhere for it to go. As it pushed downwards into the main mass of poo, the new turd forced outwards the poo it displaced. The ridge at the back of her panties continued to pile upwards, while her leg-bands were pushed increasingly further from her legs, leaving nothing to hold up the poo in the gap between the elastic and the skin of her thighs. This gap was approaching three inches in width now – beneath her right buttock. But the mass of poo was lopsided, and the gap beneath her left buttock was nearly four inches wide. A large lump of poo was beginning to sink downward, and the fascinated onlookers watched it raptly, waiting for it to break off and fall.
Fortunately, Chloe felt it graze her thigh, and acted quickly, reaching forward with her left hand and catching the lump before it fell. She squished it back upwards, into her panties, and pulled at the elastic of her left leg-band, stretching her panties across a little to cover the gap more. This of course widened the gap beneath her right buttock, and a lump on that side started to sink downwards. Chloe was aware of this possibility, however, and as she pushed four more inches of poo into her panties, she slid her right hand under the right-buttock gap and squished the lump back into place, packing it a little more densely so that it was less likely to fall.
The latest turd popped free, and Chloe’s anus closed. Panting with effort, she took a short break. Looking up, she realised she could see, reflected in the tinted glass of the library doors, the crowd of about twenty to twenty-five people gathered behind her, all staring in spellbound amazement at what she was doing. She gulped – she had known that people had stopped to see what she was doing, but she had not realised there were so many. Now would probably be a good time to waddle up to those doors and go into the library, before any of the onlookers saw her face.
Yet she just had to finish her poo! They had seen her come this far – they might as well see the rest of the show. What difference did it make? So she grimly clenched her teeth and resumed pushing. This time it was easier – a one-and-a-half-inch rope of poo started to come out, and it was quite soft. She lowered her hands, and her overflowing panties sank downwards. Her splayed hands, cradling the huge mass of poo, were the only things keeping her panties up at this point – if she removed them, they would quickly descend and spill her poo all over the library steps. She considered moving them to grab hold of the side of her panties instead, but she guessed that this would merely turn the back of her panties into a large U-shape, out of the top and sides of which her poo would rapidly spill.
Her waistband was now lower than the emerging poo, but the onlookers could not quite see her anus because of the long poo-ridge, which had now risen an inch and a half above the elastic. As they watched, this ridge built up higher still, as Chloe’s soft poo spread out around her buttocks and piled up behind her, forming a high point in the centre of the ridge which rose upwards until it completely obscured her buttock cleavage.
The gaps between her legs and her leg-bands were now almost four inches wide, and had extended all the way around the back of her buttocks. It was a miracle nothing had fallen out yet, but Chloe’s luck could not hold for much longer. Fortunately, she could feel that she was coming to the end of her poo. She squeezed out another six inches of inch-thick poo, then another four. Still there was some left inside her, but she did not dare push her luck any further. She steeled herself to make the tricky journey to the library door.
Then she changed her mind. What the hell, she said to herself. So what if it did spill? So she pushed again, and squirted another few inches of mushy poo into her poo-mass. She could not exactly say she was pooping in her panties now, since her panties were at least eight inches away from the poo she had just pushed out – she was pooping in her poo.
After another push, which forced out another five inches of soft poo, she suddenly noticed something that made her stomach clench in horror. The library’s opening hours: “MON 9-4, TUE 9-4, WED 9-12, THU 9-4, FRI 11-6, SAT 9-12”. Today was Wednesday – the library was closed!
Chloe began to hyperventilate in panic. What on Earth was she to do now? She could not bear to turn around and go back down the library steps in front of all those people watching her – watching and, no doubt, laughing! It was too horrible to think about!
As her mind raced through various desperate possibilities, Chloe pushed out two small but firm lumps of poo. Then she squealed in alarm as someone appeared in front of her. Her mortification increased as she realised it was her boss. “Adam!” she squeaked.
“Chloe … what the hell are you doing?” asked Adam in exasperated disbelief. “Also, how are you doing it? That’s quite a load you’ve got back there.”
Chloe burst into tears. “I’m s-sorry!” she wailed. “I knew I was going to block up the t-toilet in the office, but I was so d…desperate, and I waited until everyone had gone to lunch, but then Rita came back, and I didn’t want her to know I’d blocked the toilet, so I figured the only way to prevent anyone from knowing was to take my p-poo with me! And … and … and now look at me!”
Adam burst out laughing. “Look at you?” he chortled. “Why Chloe – everyone’s looking at you! We’ve all been watching you from the office for the last ten minutes. I just came out to tell you not to bother coming back.”
“You’re … firing me?” asked Chloe in distress.
“Well – I was going to,” said Adam, “but you know, I think I believe your story, ridiculous as it is. I thought you were doing this for kicks, as some kind of silly stunt, but now I suppose I believe it really is an accident.”
“It is!” said Chloe. “At least – I intended to put my poo in my panties, but I only did it because I didn’t want anyone to see how much I…”
“Yes, well, your secret’s kind of out now, so why don’t we get you back to the office?” said Adam. He shook his head and chuckled. “You silly girl.”
Chloe turned slowly, and saw the faces of all her colleagues pressed to the office window. Adam shooed them away with a wave of his hand, and they quickly returned to their desks.
“I’m not sure how I’m going to get back there without spilling all this,” said Chloe dubiously.
“So spill it!” said Adam. “Some council employee or other will clean it up.”
“But what if I get fined for fouling the pavement?” asked Chloe urgently. “Dog owners can get fined – I’m sure this would be far worse.”
“I suppose it might,” said Adam in amusement. “I suppose you’ll just have to walk carefully, then.”
“Will you hold up the traffic for me?” pleaded Chloe. “I don’t want to have to go all the way to the pedestrian crossing.”
“Sure,” said Adam.
Chloe, fortunately, had excellent balance, so although descending the steps was by far the hardest part of her journey back to the office, she managed it without dropping any poo, by very slowly putting one foot forward and then lowering herself, standing on one leg, until her free foot touched the step below. Adam kept glancing impatiently at his watch, but Chloe was not about to be rushed, and took as much time as she needed.
She made faster progress once she reached the pavement, adopting a slow, smooth walk which she kept up all the way across the road. Not one of the cars which Adam held up for her hooted its horn, so transfixed were all the drivers on the bizarre sight of Chloe, half-squatting, her hands cradling the gigantic mass of poo in her panties, gingerly taking tiny steps that took her across the road at a tortoise’s pace.
It took her a full ten minutes to reach the office. Inside, she was met with a cacophony of voices.
“She can’t come in here!” exclaimed Rita. “She’ll stink the place out! More than she has already, I mean!”
“I have to agree,” said Martin. “The place will be uninhabitable.”
“We have to let the poor girl empty her panties into the toilet,” said Adam. “She didn’t intend for this to happen.”
“Like hell she didn’t!” said Rita. “Bold as brass she came out of that toilet, with her knickers full of shit – why couldn’t she do it in the toilet like a normal person?”
“Rita,” said Adam, “I hardly think Chloe’s capable of doing anything ‘bold as brass’.”
“I did do it in the toilet,” said Chloe sullenly. “But I knew it would block it up, and I didn’t want you all to know I’d blocked the toilet.”
“So you took it out and put it in your knickers?” cried Rita incredulously. “Good grief, you’re insane!”
“Now, now, Rita,” said Adam.
“That’s a good point, though,” said Martin. “That lot will never go down the toilet.”
“Well what do you expect the poor girl to do?” asked Adam.
“Why don’t you give her the rest of the day off,” said Irene kindly. “Take her home, Adam – she’s suffered enough today. She can take her time about cleaning up there, and flush it away bit by bit.”
Adam nodded. “Thank you, Irene, that’s an excellent suggestion,” he said. “I’ll grab a couple of bin liners from the kitchen for you to sit on, Chloe.”
“Thanks,” said Chloe gratefully. “Um, Irene, you couldn’t possibly grab my purse from my desk could you?”
Irene nodded, fetched the purse, and hung it around Chloe’s neck, since her hands were apparently welded to her bottom. Chloe then shuffled outside and waited on the pavement until Adam brought his car around from the car park at the back of the building. She was about to climb in and sit down on the spread-out bin liners, when she suddenly had a better idea. “Perhaps I should get into the back,” she said, “and just stay on my hands and knees. That way I won’t make so much of a mess in your nice car.”
“I suppose that’s worth a try,” said Adam.
Chloe moved the bin liners from the front seat to the back, and then she crawled in and knelt on top of them, using her arms to brace herself between the front seat and the back. “Just don’t start or stop suddenly,” she said to Adam. “Um, you may want to close the door behind me – my hands are messy.”
Adam got out and went around to the door through which Chloe had entered. He tried not to look at her bulging, poo-filled panties, but they were hard to miss. He shuddered and closed the door. Returning to the driver’s seat, he coughed and wafted his hand in front of his face. “Good lord, that’s quite some smell,” he remarked. He pushed a button and his window descended with a low hum. Then he turned up the fan to full blast.
As they drove to Chloe’s apartment, she hoped fervently that Sara would not be there. Sara was a neat-freak, and hated any kind of mess. She could also be quite snide and nasty about other people’s shortcomings – she would never let Chloe forget about this, if she found out.
But with luck, Sara would have spent the day out job-hunting, or perhaps shopping. She was not the type to lounge around at home all day, even though she had recently lost her job and was feeling quite depressed about it. Chloe’s hopes for an empty apartment were high as she climbed carefully out of Adam’s car.
“I can’t thank you enough,” she said sincerely.
“Don’t mention it,” said Adam, a little gruffly. “You’d better get inside – this is a busy street. I’ll see you at work tomorrow, all right?”
“I’ll be there – thanks again!” said Chloe.
Adam drove off, and Chloe headed slowly inside, ignoring the numerous pedestrians who suddenly stopped in their tracks and stared at her. She stepped into the lift, pressed the button for her floor with her nose (since her hands were otherwise occupied, cradling her poo-laden panties) and, a moment later, stepped out again as the door rumbled open. For a moment she risked using only one hand to hold up her panties, while she pulled her keys out of her purse with the other. She put the apartment key into the lock, turned it, pushed the door open, and then immediately returned her free hand to the underside of her panties, where she was just in time to prevent a complete collapse.
“Oh hello,” said Sara, “what are you doing home so … Jesus Christ!!” She stared open-mouthed at Chloe, barely able to believe her eyes.
“I had a bit of an accident,” confessed Chloe, staring at the floor and feeling utterly humiliated. “Adam brought me home.”
“Good God!” said Sara. “Turn around.”
“What?” said Chloe, taking a step forward.
“Don’t come in any further!” snapped Sara. “I’m not having you mucking up this place. I said turn around!”
Slowly and uncertainly, Chloe turned around, revealing the full extent of her ‘accident’ to her flat-mate.
Sara uttered a low whistle. “Holy crap!” she said. “Well there’s no way you’re coming in here!”
“But I have to clean up!” exclaimed Chloe.
“Damn right you do,” said Sara, placing a hand against Chloe’s chest and pushing her backwards. “And you’re not coming in here until you are clean.”
“But where am I supposed to…” wailed Chloe, stumbling backwards across the threshold.
“I don’t know,” said Sara icily, “and I don’t care. But you’re not stinking up this place and clogging up my toilet!”
“But…” began Chloe.
Sara pulled Chloe’s keys out of the lock. “I’ll keep these,” she said, “until you get back. I’m not having you sneaking in after I’ve gone out or while I’m asleep. When you’re clean, come back and ring the bell. Then I’ll let you in.” With a last look of contemptuous disgust at Chloe’s panties, she shut the door in Chloe’s face.
Stifling a sob, Chloe turned and shuffled back to the lift. She pressed the button to summon it (again with her nose), and the door opened immediately. Stepping inside, she wondered what on Earth she was going to do now. She had nowhere to go – nowhere she could get rid of all of this poo. Sighing unhappily, she nosed the button for the ground floor, then, unable to think of anything else to do, she clenched her teeth and started to push. Her anus began to open, and she shivered with inexplicable excitement as she realised the next section of poo was going to be a big one. It was, curiously, all the more exciting to imagine that it would probably prove to be the final straw that caused her panties to flip inside out and spill their contents all over the ground. And what more fitting place than the busy street outside, she thought to herself, for such a humiliating thing to happen?
Two inches wide … two and a half … two and three quarters … and then the new monster began to slide out of her rectum, just as the lift door opened at the ground floor. Walking slowly and carefully, with her hands still spread out underneath her panties and the giant lump of poo that was protruding from all sides, Chloe made her way towards the front door. She moaned softly as the poo in her cunt gently fucked her again, and the poo in her rectum smoothly pushed its way into the enormous mound beneath and around her buttocks. She could no longer deny it – she was loving this sensation. With a naughty smile, she elbowed her way through the front door, walked out on to the pavement beyond, and pushed out the last eight inches of her enormous poo…