The mall security guard recognised the three teenagers loitering outside the off licence, and guessed that they were up to no good. He strolled up to them, putting on his best officious air. “All right, you three,” he said. “Not planning on getting someone to buy you alcohol, are you?”
Nathan, Denise and Ryan looked up at him innocently. “Why no, sir, whyever would you think that?” said Denise, a dyed-blonde fifteen year-old with a cherubic face that belied a mile-wide malicious streak. Her father was the school principal – which was possibly the source of her rebellious behaviour. Today she was wearing a typically short skirt and an Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirt.
“Past experience,” said the guard stonily. “Now move along – I’d hate to have to report you for loitering with intent.”
Nathan, a sixteen year-old tearaway with a conviction for vandalism, laughed. “Intent to do what? Talk someone into buying alcohol for us? Is that even a crime?”
“Buying alcohol for a minor is,” said the guard.
“Yeah, but that wouldn’t be our crime!” said Nathan.
“Look, just clear off!” said the guard, advancing with beetled brows. “I’ll not move from this spot until you do.” He folded his arms and loomed threateningly over Ryan, the smallest and youngest of the three. Ryan was fourteen, and Nathan’s younger brother. He looked uneasy as he glanced up at the guard.
The teens stuck it out for five minutes. Then Nathan said, “Ah, come on – this is no fun.” He walked off, with Denise and Ryan in tow. The guard smiled with satisfaction as he watched them go.
A few minutes later, Nathan paused by a door marked “No Entry”, and looked back and forth before opening it. “Come on,” he said.
“Where does this go?” asked Denise.
“The next floor,” said Ryan.
“They’ve still not finished,” said Nathan. “And they’re not working on it today – it’ll be deserted.”
And so it was. The three teenagers raced through bare spaces where shops would be, and played an impromptu game of tag while dodging among metal supports. They tried to keep their noise to a minimum, however – it would not take much for one of the guards down below to hear them. Breathlessly, they came to a halt together next to a balcony overlooking the food court. They ducked low so they would not be seen by anybody down below.
The barrier was incomplete. Ryan peered over the edge, and sniggered. “Look Nathan,” he said. “Nice cleavage down there.”
Nathan grinned and looked over. Sure enough, sitting at a table directly below them, was a woman with a considerable expanse of cleavage visible. She was chatting with a man – her husband or boyfriend, probably – and was completely unaware of the eyes watching her from above.
Denise looked, and was unimpressed. “Big deal,” she said. “Anyone would think you’d never seen boobs before.”
“Ryan hasn’t,” said Nathan.
“I have too!” protested Ryan.
“Hey,” said Nathan, “remember when we were little, and I dropped a penny in that woman’s cleavage at McDonald’s?”
“Oh yes!” said Ryan, laughing. “You got in SO much trouble!”
Nathan looked over the edge again. “That woman’s almost exactly below us,” he said. “I bet I could hit her cleavage from here – do you have a penny on you?”
Ryan giggled, and even Denise looked amused. “I’m sure you could,” she said. “But what a missed opportunity if you only used a penny. Why don’t we go out and find ourselves a big fat dog turd to drop on her?”
Nathan and Ryan stared at her. Then Nathan said, “That’s brilliant! We should totally do that.”
“I don’t know,” said Ryan, peering over the edge. “She’s eaten most of her food. It could take us ages to find a dog turd, and by the time we get back, she’ll be gone.” Then he ducked back behind the barrier as a security guard walked past on the far side of the food court.
“Then why don’t you pull your pants down and squat over the edge?” suggested Denise.
Nathan laughed, but Ryan looked uncomfortable. “It would take too long,” he said. “I’d be seen.”
“So do it in your pants, then take your pants off, and empty them out directly above her,” said Denise.
Ryan’s cheeks flushed. “Why don’t YOU do that, if you’re so keen,” he said.
Denise shrugged. “I don’t want to get my knickers messy, thank you very much.”
“Well neither do I!” said Ryan, aggrieved.
“Here, I can settle this argument,” said Nathan, raising his hands for calm. “Why don’t you both do it?”
“Why don’t YOU do it?” said Ryan.
Denise chuckled. “I’ll do it if you two do it as well.”
They both stared at her. “All right,” said Nathan nervously. “I’ll do it if you do it.”
Ryan nodded. “I’ll do it too – but I’m not going first!”
“We’ll all do it together,” said Denise.
“Wait though,” said Nathan. “It’ll never work if we’re all dumping out our underwear at once. If this is going to work, it has to be all in one lump, and only one of us should dump it out. And that person should be me, because I don’t trust either of you to be as accurate as me.”
“So … you want us all to take a dump in your underwear?” inquired Denise.
“Eww,” said Nathan. “No. Besides, I’m wearing boxer shorts – it would all fall out straight away.”
“I’m wearing boxer shorts too,” said Ryan quickly.
“No you’re not, Y-front boy,” said Nathan.
Denise laughed, and Ryan blushed. “Well what are YOU wearing?” asked Ryan of Denise.
She had the grace to turn a little pink. “Just ordinary knickers,” she said. “I suppose they could hold quite a bit. But so could Ryan’s, if they’re Y-fronts.”
“All right,” said Nathan. “How about the two of you play stone-paper-scissors, to see whose underwear we all take a dump in?”
Ryan looked nervous, but he nodded. “I’m still not going first though!” he said.
Denise chuckled. “All right,” she said. She tucked a hand behind her back. “All right Ryan?”
Ryan put his hand behind his back and said, “Okay.”
“Ready, steady, GO!” said Nathan.
Ryan whipped out a clenched fist. Denise’s middle and index fingers were extended in a V-shape, though she quickly extended all her fingers to make a flat hand.
“Nice try, Denise,” said Nathan, chuckling, “but that was scissors. And stone blunts scissors.”
“Best of three,” said Denise.
“Hey!” said Ryan, pouting. “I won, fair and square.”
“It’s always best of three!” Denise insisted.
“No it’s not – what if there’s a tie?” asked Nathan.
“Then we keep going until the tie is broken,” said Denise.
Nathan sighed. “This is wasting time,” he said. “The woman could get up and go at any minute…” Then he saw Denise’s pursed lips, and gave in. “All right – best of three.”
Ryan’s face was sulky as he put his hand behind his back again. Denise smirked as she did the same.
“Ready, steady, GO!” said Nathan again.
This time it was Denise who had a clenched fist. Ryan’s hand was open. “Paper wraps stone!” said Ryan jubilantly.
“All right, all right,” said Denise irritably. She knelt up, then started to strain.
“Wow, you’re really doing it?” said Ryan, wide-eyed.
“Shush,” said Nathan. “Let her concentrate.”
Nothing came for a while – Denise was unaccustomed to having to poop ‘on demand’. But after a couple of minutes, her anus began to open up as a solid poo began to push through. She relaxed and took a breath, then pushed again. This time it moved more quickly, a large knobbly turd which slid uncomfortably out of her rectum and made her panties tent downwards. “Ugh, this is the grossest thing I’ve ever done,” she muttered.
“Can I see?” asked Nathan, fascinated.
“No you may not!” she snapped. Then she resumed straining, and a few more inches emerged. She tucked her right hand up the back of her skirt and tugged her panties down a little, to make some room. Then she pushed again, and the turd broke off. She released her breath, and panted. “There,” she said.
“Can I see now?” asked Nathan.
Denise rolled her eyes. “Be my guest,” she said. “Don’t let Ryan see though.”
Nathan moved behind her and lifted up the back of her skirt. Her panties were hot pink, and the outline of the turd she had produced was clearly visible, making a bulge that ran forward at an angle from just behind her right buttock. “Cool!” he said. “But there’s not very much – can’t you do any more?”
Denise tugged her skirt down. “Maybe,” she conceded reluctantly. “I’ll try.” She strained again, and, after half a minute or so, started to push out another turd. This one was softer than the first, and came out more easily, coiling up and squishing together around and on top of the harder poo. Eventually she could produce no more. “I’m done,” she said.
“Okay,” said Nathan. He peered over the edge. “She’s still there, and she still hasn’t finished eating. Okay – Ryan’s turn. Do you want him to just squat over the back of your knickers as you hold them open, or what?”
“Are you insane?” said Denise. “I’ll take them off first, thank you very much.” She stood up and, reaching up her skirt with both hands, carefully pulled down her panties without letting either boy see her pussy. Stepping gingerly out of them, one foot at a time, she laid her panties down on the floor.
Nathan and Ryan stared at the mound of poo lying in the back. “Wow,” said Ryan, holding his nose.
“Hurry up then,” said Denise impatiently. “Stop staring and start pooping.”
“All right,” he said, “but you have to turn around first.”
They did so, and heard him grunting behind them. The smell, already potent, suddenly got worse. A couple of minutes later, they heard the clink of his belt and the sound of his zipper being done up. “Okay,” he said.
They turned back, and stared with a mixture of fascination and disgust at the two long, slim turds that were draped over the top of Denise’s pile.
“Wow,” said Nathan. “That’s really a lot. I think that’ll do, don’t you think so?”
“Oh no you don’t!” said Denise. “We’ve done our bit – now it’s your turn.”
“Okay okay,” said Nathan. “Turn around then.”
Ryan and Denise turned their backs, and waited. A minute or so later, he said, “That’s all I’ve got.”
His friends turned back, and stared at Nathan’s paltry contribution – a golf-ball sized nugget that had rolled off the pile, and a longer piece the size of a barbecue sausage which was sitting on top.
“Yuck,” said Ryan. “What are we going to do with that piece?”
“Well I’m not touching it,” said Denise. “
Nathan pulled a tissue out of his pocket. “Wimps,” he said. He folded the tissue around the ball-shaped piece, picked it up, and gently pressed it into the pile. Then he threw the tissue to one side.
“She’s finished her food,” said Ryan. “Hurry.”
Nathan carefully picked up the front of Denise’s panties, and lifted. The poo in the back weighed a lot, and caused the material to stretch a great deal, but eventually the panties completely parted company with the floor. The mass of poo wobbled, and threatened to spill out, but Nathan adjusted his grip, and managed to keep it all contained. He held the panties out over the edge, and moved to the right a little, until he judged that he was directly over the lady’s cleavage. Then he took hold of the gusset of the panties with his left hand, and let go with his right. The panties flipped upside-down, and the enormous mass of poo started to fall…
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Down below, Keith Holbrook and Terri Palmer were discussing their plans for the following weekend. “Don’t worry about my dad,” said Keith reassuringly. “His bark’s worse than his bite, honestly. He’ll just love you, I know it.”
“He was a little rude on the phone,” said Terri. “But I’ll reserve judgment until I meet him. What should I wear, do you think?”
“Well if you wear a top like that,” said Keith with a grin, “I’m sure he’ll be over the moon. He does like a nice big bust on a woman.”
“Oh dear, is he going to be talking to my chest the whole time?” she said with a pained expression.
“No no, he’s far too much of a gentleman,” replied Keith, chuckling. “Seriously, wear what you like. Speaking personally, I love your low-cut tops, but I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
Terri smiled. “Yes, well I wouldn’t wear them if I didn’t enjoy a certain amount of attention,” she said. “I’ll be happy to wear something like this if it will make you…”
But at that moment, her breath was taken away by something slamming into her chest. Something heavy, that splattered bits of soft, brown, squishy stuff all over her top, and the table in front of her, and up into her face. Something that had partially shot right between her breasts and down inside her chiffon blouse all the way to the waistband of her jeans. Something that smelled … awful!
Keith stared at her in horror. His fiancée’s chest was covered in brown mess, bits of which were even now sliding down into her cleavage. And it smelled like … poo!
Realising what it was that had hit her, Terri leaped to her feet and screamed. More poo was dislodged from her upper chest, fell into her cleavage, and disappeared. She wiped her face, leaving brown streaks on her hands, then she looked up at the balcony, her eyes tragic and brimming with tears. Keith looked up too – but neither he nor Terri could see anyone.
Laughing until their sides hurt, Nathan, Ryan and Denise were already running back towards the staircase that had brought them up here. By the time the security guards came to investigate the scene of the crime, all they found was a very messy pair of panties…