Employee of the Month: Alternative Ending (with poo!)
Sammi’s turn did not come until after lunch. Her heart leaped as he approached, and she started unbuttoning her blouse. She smiled up at him as he stopped next to her. He reached down, slipped her blouse off her shoulders, and then helped her to take it off completely. He unclasped the back of her bra, and she looked around nervously as he tried to take it off her. She only resisted a little, and not at all when he lifted her skirt in order to fill her panties with rice pudding. Soon she was moaning happily with her legs up on the desk and spread wide, and Gordon’s fingers sliding in and out of her vagina while he mashed large quantities of rice pudding into her breasts with his other hand. He even began pushing little clumps of rice into her vagina, which might have caused her to object except that she was nearing her orgasm and did not want him to stop rubbing her clitoris. By the time she climaxed, her vagina was quite full.
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The next day it was a mixture of chocolate and honey. Sammi walked into the kitchen while he was warming it up, and she shivered with anticipation. As she was brewing her tea, she smiled as she felt Gordon’s hands on her bottom. “Hi Gordon,” she said, arching her back and pressing her buttocks against his palms. She felt her skirt being lifted up and draped over her back, so she laid her head and shoulders down on the counter top and closed her eyes.
Gordon pulled her panties down a little, so that the waistband was halfway down her buttocks, then he pulled them out and started to drop lumps of chocolate-honey inside. With his sticky hand he smeared the mess all over her buttocks, and then he slipped his fingers between them and stroked her from above her anus, down and forward between her legs. She parted her feet on the floor, and arched her back even more, spreading her buttocks wider for him as he stroked between her labia.
Gordon let go of her panties long enough to retrieve a couple of Cadbury’s creme eggs, which he deftly unwrapped with one hand. Pulling her panties open again, he dropped them inside, where his other hand quickly coated them with the sticky mess. Pressing one of them against her vaginal opening, he held it in place while exerting more pressure. Sammi gasped, but did not stop him, and then, suddenly, it popped completely inside her.
Then she squealed as Gordon began to push one of his fingers into her anus. “Gordon!” she said, shocked. But she did not stop him … nor did he stop himself. Pushing his finger deep, he eased it in and out slowly, until she relaxed. Then he introduced a second finger, making her stiffen in discomfort. But again, after a short while she relaxed, and he resumed finger-fucking her rectum. The third finger was the hardest for Sammi to take. “Gordon – that hurts a bit!” she said.
“Just try to relax,” he said.
She tried, and eventually managed to relax … but it still hurt. Then he removed his fingers suddenly, and she felt something else pressing against her anus. It was the second creme egg, and it made her gasp. But after a moment’s discomfort, which was actually less painful than the three fingers, the egg popped through into her rectum, and she sighed with relief as her anus closed up.
Gordon reached between her legs and started stroking her clitoris. A few minutes later, he had her on the verge of orgasm. “Squeeze out the eggs,” he said.
She did so, while panting and moaning as her pleasure mounted. Her vaginal opening expanded, and she soon gave birth to the first egg. She strained harder, and her anus opened up to allow the second egg to pass. It emerged, slowly … but it was not alone. In bearing down, Sammi had caused the egg to become sandwiched and squeezed between her anal sphincter and a large turd which had been building up in her rectum for the past two days. Before it had had a chance to slip back through her anus, the egg had become embedded in the end of the poo.
As she pushed, the egg slid free of her anus, but it remained lodged in the poo, which also started to come out. Two full inches of the turd were sticking out of her anus when she realised what had happened, and gasped in panic. “Oh my God!” she cried.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Gordon. “Just keep pushing.”
“But it’s a … a poo!” she squealed.
Gordon slid two fingers into her vagina, and started stroking her g-spot. “Don’t let it bother you,” he said. “Just keep pushing.”
Sammi’s eyes rolled up and her cheeks flushed as Gordon’s fingers worked their magic. For a moment she did nothing but pant and gasp with pleasure … but then Gordon whispered in her ear, “Push…”
Sammi strained a little harder, and her poo continued to slide out of her anus. Four, five, six inches appeared – it was very solid, and lumpy, varying in width between one-and-a-half and two inches. Another couple of inches … and then it tapered quickly, and the last inch or so slipped out quickly as it swung downwards and landed in the chocolatey mess. This happened so suddenly, however, that before Sammi had had a chance to clench her anus shut, a few inches of a softer, slimmer turd had slithered out of her rectum and curled up on top of the first poo.
Gordon, wrinkling his nose at the smell, withdrew from Sammi’s vagina and took hold of the soft poo, gathering it up in his fingers until he was clutching it all in his hand. He turned his palm upwards, reached between Sammi’s legs, and pressed his hand up against her pussy. Sammi squealed, realising what he was doing, but as he began massaging her poo into her clitoris, she began to breathe heavily again, enjoying the sensations despite her disgust at having her own faeces smeared over her pussy.
He stopped short of bringing her to orgasm, however. “You got any more in there?” he asked in a low voice, bringing his hand back and sinking his index finger into her anus.
“I … I don’t think so,” said Sammi, wiggling her bottom so that his finger slid inside a little further. “Please…” But she stopped, unwilling to ask him to give her an orgasm.
“Oh come on,” he said, pulling his finger out. “There must be some more…”
“Maybe,” said Sammi with a sigh. Perhaps if she complied, he would finish her off. She closed her eyes and strained again. After a moment, her anus opened up, and a new turd began to slide smoothly out of her rectum. This one was thicker than the second at an inch and a half in diameter, but it was smoother than the first, and considerably more comfortable for Sammi to pass. She pushed steadily, grunting just a little, while inch after inch oozed out of her anus, drooping down into her panties and draping itself over the top of her first poo.
“Keep going,” said Gordon encouragingly. “Might as well finish.”
Eight … ten … twelve inches of Sammi’s third poo extruded out of her anus, and still she kept pushing and it kept coming. Another three, four inches, and then she pinched it off, and it dropped into her panties. Gordon carefully extricated the first, and thickest, turd from underneath the new one, and he began to rub its narrower end along the groove between Sammi’s labia. When it reached her vaginal opening, he began to push it into her. Sammi gasped as her opening dilated to accommodate the large poo. “Ugh, Gordon, no!” she whispered urgently. But he continued pushing, and soon it was sliding past her g-spot, whereupon she closed her eyes and tried to enjoy it.
As Gordon thrust the poo deep into her, all the way to her cervix, and then withdrew it a few inches, only to shove it back in again, Sammi did indeed start to enjoy the sensation. A particular lump halfway along the poo kept rubbing back and forth over her g-spot, and soon she was feeling distinctly weak at the knees as she moaned with increasing arousal.
“Come on,” whispered Gordon near her ear, “finish what you started.”
Sammi bit her lip, and started pushing again. This next turd, unfortunately, seemed to be the widest one yet, and her eyes began to water as her anus expanded to more than two inches in diameter. A firm, pale brown turd of densely-packed lumps was slowly emerging, and Sammi strained hard, clenching her eyes tightly shut and holding her breath as she tried to expel the monster. The fact that Gordon was still fucking her with her first poo did not help her concentration, but gradually she managed to get her newest turd moving, and it crept, inch by painful inch, through her anus … two inches, then three, then four. After this, unbelievably the poo actually got wider, although it also got a little smoother, so Sammi’s grimace of pain was short-lived as the next three inches quickly slipped through. Then her anus shrank to a more comfortable two inches in diameter, and with comparative ease she pushed out the next part, which was firm but smooth, and lasted for five inches or so.
“Keep going,” murmured Gordon encouragingly, as he increased the speed of his thrusting.
Sammi’s excitement grew, as did the volume of her moans, which she did her best to stifle by pressing her mouth against her shoulder. Eager to be rid of her poo, she pushed still harder. Her current poo broke off and dropped into her increasingly crowded panties, but it was immediately followed by a fairly soft rope of poo that slithered rapidly out of her anus and piled up in a heap on top of her previous turds. This turd was barely more than an inch in diameter, but it was quite long, and she had expelled fourteen or fifteen inches of it when it suddenly changed consistency, becoming firmer and lumpier, though scarcely any thicker.
Letting go of Sammi’s first turd and leaving it lodged deep in her vagina, Gordon retrieved a twelve-inch length of her latest soft poo, and pushed it between her legs into the front of her panties. Then he began mashing it into her labia, on top of the soft poo he had previously rubbed into her pussy. Soon he had built up a thick layer of poo, more than half an inch thick, which covered her entire pussy, extending from the turd sticking out of her vagina all the way up to the waistband of her panties at the front.
Sammi’s anus continued to produce more and more of the lumpy poo, as she grunted softly, forcing it out in a series of short, intense bursts of pushing. She gritted her teeth as she expelled a wider part, but then came a rush of softer poo which looped rapidly over the top of the other turds and gradually settled into some of the larger gaps.
Her anus closed up and she finally relaxed, panting heavily. “That’s it,” she muttered.
“Impressive!” said Gordon, grinning. He pulled the waistband of her panties back up, stretching it over the enormous and very lumpy accumulation of turds, but it was still a long way from coming into contact with the skin of her upper buttocks. Then he reached forward between her legs, slipped one finger inside her gusset, sank it into the poo covering her pussy, and started to rub poo directly into her clitoris.
It was only a matter of seconds before Sammi, already in a heightened state of arousal, was moaning ecstatically as her orgasm swamped her loins and spread deliciously through her entire body. As Gordon continued to rub her clitoris furiously, multiple waves of orgasms swept through her, causing her to shudder and squeal in pleasure that was almost painful, it was so intense. Her legs seemed to turn to jelly, and gave way, and she sank to her knees, while clutching on to the counter top as if for dear life. When Gordon stopped, however, and she finally came down from her blissful high, the reality of what she had done began to sink in.
“Oh God,” she said in a low, furtive voice. “I can’t believe I just crapped in my knickers!”
Gordon pulled her skirt down over the back of her cartoonishly overloaded panties. “That lot’ll never flush,” he said. “You’ll block up the toilet for weeks if you try.”
“Oh dear!” Sammi fretted. “What am I going to do with it all?”
“Ask Jo if she’ll let you sit at your desk like that,” said Gordon. “Just for the rest of the day. Then you can go home and spend as much time as you like flushing it away bit by bit.”
“Jo would never let me sit in the office like this!” said Sammi, shocked at the suggestion. “Think of the smell!”
“It’s not all that bad,” said Gordon. “But yes, Jo might take some persuading. Want me to come and help?”
“Would you?” said Sammi hopefully.
“Sure,” said Gordon. “Come on then.”
Sammi stood up, somewhat shakily, and immediately clutched at the sides of her panties through her skirt – they were threatening to fall down at any moment as a result of the great weight of poo inside them. Waddling after Gordon, she followed him into Jo’s office, hoping that Lily would not smell her as she passed by. The poo squishing against her pussy and buttocks as she walked was very distracting, but she willed herself not to get aroused by it. It was not easy.
Jo looked up as the two of them entered. “Hello – what’s up?” she asked.
“Sammi had a bit of an accident,” said Gordon, and Sammi turned crimson in shame.
Jo raised an eyebrow. “What sort of an acci…” Then she sniffed. “Oh my God – Sammi!”
“Show her, Sammi,” said Gordon.
“What?” said Sammi.
“I don’t need to see, thanks!” said Jo.
“I think you should,” said Gordon. “Go on Sammi – turn around and show Jo.”
Sammi slowly and reluctantly turned around, and Gordon lifted up the back of her skirt.
“Good grief!” said Jo, recoiling but fascinated at the same time.
“Obviously Sammi can’t dump all that in the toilet,” said Gordon. “It would never flush, and then nobody else would be able to use it.”
“I suppose so,” agreed Jo.
“So my suggestion,” said Gordon, rolling up the back of Sammi’s skirt and tucking it into her waistband, “is that with your permission, Sammi should remain like this for the rest of the day – she can clean up when she gets home.”
“What?” said Jo. “Goodness, I can’t have Sammi stinking up the entire office!”
“The others will get used to it,” said Gordon. “The alternative is to send Sammi home – which will seem to the others like you’re rewarding Sammi for taking a dump in her knickers. Before you know it, they’ll all be doing it.”
Jo shook her head. “But if I make her sit at her desk in her messy knickers all day … that seems like a rather harsh punishment.”
“Sammi doesn’t mind – do you Sammi?”
“Well I suppose not…” said Sammi, turning around to face Jo.
“All right,” said Jo. “Have it your way – but if the others complain, Sammi, you’re going to have to go home.”
“Okay then,” said Gordon, rolling up the front of Sammi’s skirt and tucking it, too, into her waistband. “No point in hiding what you’ve done, Sammi. The smell will give you away anyway.”
“Hey, if she sits down like that, she’ll ruin the upholstery of her chair,” said Jo.
“Good point,” said Gordon. “We’ll put something underneath her to protect the chair.”
“All right then,” said Jo, mollified.
Sammi felt mortified as Gordon led her back to her desk, which was on the far side of the office from the kitchen and Jo’s office. She had to waddle past Lily, Heidi and Simone to get to it, and she was acutely aware of their shocked expressions as they stared at her massively bulging panties and the turds that were sticking up out of the waistband at the back. She stopped next to her chair, and Gordon quickly unbuttoned her blouse.
“We’ll fold this up beneath you,” he said, slipping it off her shoulders. He folded it once and then spread it out on her chair.
Turning around, Sammi slowly lowered herself on to her chair. Her bulging panties touched down on her blouse when her buttocks were still eight inches above the chair, so huge was the amount of poo she had produced. As she settled down, the poo squished up against her pussy and buttocks, and then it began to spread out, oozing beneath her buttocks in a couple of growing piles, and rising up to spill out of the back of her panties behind her. Gordon collected up some of these chunks before they had a chance to fall off the back of her chair, and he pulled open the left cup of her bra, dropping the poo inside. As Sammi’s buttocks and thighs finally settled down on her blouse, more poo spilled out – Gordon gathered it up and used it to fill her right bra cup. He wiped his hands thoroughly on her skirt, but of course they still smelled of poo, so he headed off to the toilet to wash them properly.
“What the hell, Sammi?” demanded Heidi in a fierce whisper, holding her nose.
But Sammi simply hung her head in embarrassment. She saw an instant message appear on her screen. It was from Heidi, and she had included Simone and Lily in the conversation: “Well??????”
Somehow it was easier to explain to the computer than to Heidi’s face. Sammi feverishly typed: “Okay – he caught me in the kitchen, and started out by filling my knickers with chocolate. But then he took a creme egg and put it … you know … inside me.”
Simone: “So far so good…”
Sammi: “Then he took another one, and put it inside my arse…”
Heidi: “And you didn’t turn around and slap him?”
Sammi: “He was feeling me up! It felt really good… Anyway, then he told me to push out the creme eggs. So I did … but they weren’t the only things to come out…”
Heidi: “EWWW!”
Lily: “And you couldn’t stop…?”
Sammi: “He told me to keep pushing! And his fingers were doing wonderful work…”
Simone: “They do, don’t they?”
Heidi: “So you carried on crapping yourself??”
Sammi: “He was rubbing some of it into my pussy … yes it was gross! But also, oh my god it felt good…”
Lily: “Really????”
Heidi: “God I think I’m going to puke.”
Sammi: “He kept encouraging me to poo more and more … and he mashed more of it into my pussy … and eventually he brought me to THE most amazing, powerful, multiple orgasms I have EVER had… My legs even gave out from under me!”
Simone: “No way!”
Lily: “No wonder you look so shell-shocked! I thought you were just embarrassed.”
Sammi: “Well I was! And am! But … I have to say, I don’t regret it – not for those orgasms.”
Heidi: “Let me get this straight – Gordon gave you multiple orgasms by rubbing shit into your pussy?”
Sammi: “Pretty much!”
Simone: “Well I’m happy for you, Sammi dear.”
Heidi: “So you’re just going to sit there for the rest of the day, covered in shit?”
Sammi: “Gordon says it’ll never flush – there’s too much of it.”
Heidi: “Well yeah – that WAS a pretty huge dump… But don’t you think you should go home and clean up, then?”
Sammi: “I will if you want me to. Jo said I could stay, but only if there were no complaints.”
Heidi: “Do you WANT to stay???”
Sammi: “Well … I have to confess … it does feel quite nice, still…”
Simone: “You stay as long as you want, Sammi. I’m sure we can cope with the smell.”
Heidi: “Speak for yourself!”
Sammi: “All right, Heidi – I guess I’ll go home then.”
Heidi: “Hold your horses – I didn’t say I was complaining … yet. We’ll see how I feel in half an hour – maybe I’ll get used to the smell.”
Sammi: “Thanks Heidi!”
Lily: “Here’s Gordon again. Your turn I think, Simone.”
Simone smiled as Gordon brought over his pot of chocolate-honey. She stood up, pushing back her chair, and bent down, resting her elbows on her desk. Gordon raised his eyebrows in surprise, but then he smiled, pulled up her long skirt, all the way up to expose her generously cut white cotton panties, and draped it over her back. Then he pulled her panties to one side, dipped two of his fingers in the chocolate-honey mix, and slipped those fingers between Simone’s buttocks. He found her anus and, after coating it with the chocolatey mess for a few seconds without eliciting a negative response, he slowly pushed his fingers through the puckered sphincter. Almost immediately he touched something firm, and stopped.
Withdrawing his fingers, he fetched a creme egg from his pocket and unwrapped it. Dipping it in his sticky sauce, he brought it up to Simone’s anus and started pushing it inside. Simone bowed her head, wincing in discomfort, but she tried to relax, and eventually it slipped inside her.
Gordon reached forward between her legs, and slipped a finger into her vagina. He began to stroke her g-spot, and murmured, “All right Simone – now push it out.”
Simone bore down and strained. Her anus opened up again, and there was the creme egg, still intact, trying to get out. Slowly it emerged, and then it popped free and fell into her panties. Gordon retrieved it, and dropped it into Simone’s bin. Meanwhile, her anus had not yet closed, and now the rounded end of a slim turd was beginning to come out. Gordon pulled her panties back across to cover her anus, replacing them just as they had been before, then he said, “Keep pushing.”
Simone pushed, and her poo slithered out rapidly into her panties, curling up and folding over and squishing into a lumpy mass between and below her buttocks.
She pushed again, but nothing else seemed to want to come out. “I think that’s it,” she said.
“Oh,” said Gordon, disappointed.
“Hang on – I’ll try again,” said Simone. She clenched her teeth, and strained for all she was worth. For a few seconds nothing happened, but she could sense that there was something big lurking inside her, so she kept on bearing down. Her anus gradually began to open up, and a thick, firm turd started to creep through the tight ring of muscle. She winced as her anus dilated to a painful width. No wonder this poo had been reluctant to show itself – it was clearly huge, and getting rid of it was going to be tough.
“NnnnnnggggGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!” groaned Simone as her anus finally opened up wide enough, and the poo began to slide through.
Simone’s panties began to tent outwards as the huge poo steadily extruded from her anus, inch after inch after inch. She spread her feet apart, straining hard, but soon her stretched panties were pushing back as hard as she could force out her poo. She reached back and tugged her panties down, and Gordon watched, intrigued, as more and more of the poo emerged from her anus. Reaching into her panties, he took hold of the poo and broke off the last six inches or so. He pulled this large chunk out of her panties and broke it into two roughly equal pieces. Then he reached around either side of Simone and began to mash it into her breasts, rubbing and smearing the poo into her blouse.
Simone gasped, but kept pushing, and after a few more inches of the thick turd had slid out of her rectum, it dropped into her panties, which she pulled back up snugly against her buttocks. She continued to strain, and another turd, slightly softer but almost as thick as the previous poo, started to slither quickly out of her anus. Gordon, having covered half of her blouse with poo, now unbuttoned it and slipped it off her shoulders. He pulled open the back of her panties again, and watched as the new poo grew into a monster almost as impressive as the last. When it finally dropped into her panties, he carefully retrieved it and straightened it out. He guessed it was fourteen inches or so in length. Breaking it in two, he reached around in front of Simone again, and, pulling open the cups of her bra, he stuffed them both full of poo. Then, replacing the cups against her breasts, he pressed gently against the outside of them, so that Simone’s nipples sank into the poo as it moulded itself around her breasts.
The next poo was slimmer at just over an inch in diameter, but it was quite firm, so when it had reached a foot in length, Gordon broke it off and brought it out of Simone’s panties. Easing her right foot away from her left with his own foot, he reached between her legs, pulled aside the gusset of her panties, and slipped a couple of fingers into her vagina. Then, removing them, he slid the poo up inside her.
Immediately realising what he had done, Simone gasped and grimaced in disgust, but as he started to slowly thrust it in and out of her, she closed her eyes, bit her lip, and resumed pushing out her latest poo. It had become softer and slimmer now, and was slithering out of her anus with greater ease than her previous turds. As it curled up around the turds she had already produced, her panties bulged outwards further and further, and sagged lower and lower on her buttocks. As her excitement mounted, she kept pushing, and the bulge continued to grow, and grow.
Gordon began to rub her clitoris as he fucked her with the poo, and, seconds later, Simone shuddered and moaned in a delicious orgasm that made her collapse forwards on to her desk. She did not care that she was getting poo on her paperwork – only that massive waves of pleasure were radiating from her pussy and making her hot all over. Sweat broke out on her brow, and she panted heavily as she pushed out the last of her poo.
Leaving the poo inside her, Gordon tugged her gusset underneath its lower end, and then he helped her into her chair. As she sat down, the enormous bulge in her panties squished around her buttocks and forwards between her legs. But she did not care. “Thank you!” she gasped.
It was several minutes before she felt able to reply to the messages the others had sent. Eventually she typed, in response to their questions: “Oh … my … God!”
Heidi: “It was that good???”
Simone: “Better than anything!”
Lily: “But you’re covered in poo, dear!”
Simone: “I don’t care. I’d go so far as to say, you don’t know what an orgasm really is until you’ve experienced a poogasm!”
Heidi: “A poogasm? Oh gross!”
Simone rocked back and forth in her chair in small movements, so that the poo inside her thrust slightly in and out. In less than a minute, she was shuddering in a new orgasm.
Half an hour later, Gordon came over to Lily’s desk as she was on the phone. She glanced up, then said, “I’ve got to go, babe – I’ll talk to you later.” Looking up at Gordon, she rolled her eyes, then said, “All right – I guess I know what I need to do. I’m going to take my trousers off first though – I don’t want to get them messy.”
She stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped her black trousers, pulled them down, and stepped out of them. Then, after glancing over at Simone’s poo-covered blouse, she unbuttoned her own blouse and took it off. She leaned forward, placing her hands on her desk, and spread her feet apart. Then she started to strain.
A slim, firm poo started to emerge from her anus, quickly tenting out her panties. Soon, though, it had thickened to a diameter of an inch and a half, and it had become rather lumpy in consistency. She forced more and more of it into her panties, and it started to curl up and fold over. Gordon retrieved it, breaking it off just outside her anus, then he pulled her gusset aside and slowly pushed it inside her. She gasped. “Is that what you did with Simone and Sammi?” she asked.
“Yup,” said Gordon.
“Ugh,” said Lily with a shudder. But then, “Oh!” she said, as he began gently thrusting it in and out of her. “Well this isn’t half bad, I suppose,” she muttered.
“Keep pushing,” said Gordon.
Lily nodded, and continued pushing out her poo. It seemed to have become even thicker, though thankfully it was not as lumpy as before. She pushed and pushed, and her poo stretched her panties further and further outwards. After a while, Gordon placed the palm of his free hand underneath her panties, and pressed upwards, flattening the poo and spreading it out behind and beneath her buttocks. She kept pushing, and again her panties were pushed outwards.
Gordon flattened the poo again, and again a minute or so after that. Lily’s panties were now bulging heavily, and still her poo was coming. Fortunately it was becoming softer now, and spreading out inside her panties rather than continuing to force them outward in one place. Gordon stopped fucking her with the poo for a moment so that he could undo her bra – as he pulled it off her shoulders, it fell down her arms and landed on her desk. Reaching into her panties, Gordon pulled out two large handfuls of poo, and, putting his arms around her, he began mashing the poo into her naked breasts.
“Never mind that, Gordon,” Lily said impatiently. “Finish what you started.”
But Gordon continued massaging poo into her breasts for another minute or so before he returned to her vagina. Grasping the poo that was sticking out of her, he started thrusting it in and out of her harder and faster than before. Lily closed her eyes, her breath coming in gasps as her orgasm approached.
“Keep pushing,” said Gordon.
Lily pushed again, and a firmer chunk of poo started to slide out of her anus. By now there was no more room in her panties, however, and as the new turd pushed into the mass of poo beneath her buttocks, some of that poo started to ooze out from either side of her panties. Still she pushed, and more and more her panties began to look rather inadequate for the task of containing all of her poo. The brown mass was expanding further and further outwards, upwards and downwards, and the back of her overstretched panties could do little more than hold the mass in place and hope that it all stayed together. No part of the material was touching her skin, now, except at her hips and forward from there. Behind her and between her legs, the poo was forcing the elastic further and further away from her skin.
Soon the poo had bulged two inches above her waistband at the back, and the elastic was stretched tight two or three inches from her skin. From there downwards, her silk panties curved outwards around a truly enormous bulge that was still growing second by second. As Gordon began to rub Lily’s clitoris, she clenched her fists and closed her eyes … and then she moaned so loudly it was almost a scream. Orgasmic ecstasy pulsed through her body, and her arms and legs buckled. She managed to catch herself on her elbows, whereupon she clung to her desk for dear life while Gordon, bending down with her, continued to work his magic on her pleasure centres.
“Stop, stop!” she begged, after two minutes of continuous orgasm. She could take no more of this intensity.
Gordon stopped, and pulled her panties back under the poo in her vagina. Lily continued to force out her poo, but it was another minute or so before she had finished, and by that time Gordon was back at his desk. Lily sat down carefully in her chair, shuddering in a fresh orgasm as the poo inside her was forced deep, and more poo slid forward, pushing past her clitoris. Poo splurged out of her panties and piled up behind her bottom, either side of her hips, and between her legs. Some fell on the floor.
Heidi: “Well?”
Lily: “Absolutely mind-blowing. I’m still shaking!”
Heidi: “Damn it! You’ve got me all curious and excited now. I can’t believe I’m about to crap in my panties.”
Simone: “You don’t have to, dear.”
Heidi: “After the experience you’ve all had? I’m not going to be the only one missing out on that!”
And so, when Gordon approached her desk an hour later, Heidi got to her feet immediately. “Yeah, yeah, okay,” she said. She pulled off her top and skirt, leaned forward with her hands on her desk, and started pushing. “Like this?” she asked.
Gordon nodded, and Heidi grunted slightly as her poo started to emerge from her anus. It was slim and smooth, and slithered out easily, piling up in her panties and forming a small, perfectly round bulge.
At the far end of the office, Jo opened her door. “Christ!” she said, putting a hand to her nose. “What a smell! Have you all been messing yourselves?”
“Sorry,” said Lily guiltily. “But honestly Jo – you should try it – the things Gordon does with it – you’ve never had an orgasm like it, I promise!”
Jo stared in amazement at all the poo Lily was sitting in. “Good God, woman!” Then she saw Simone’s blouse, and then she noticed Heidi standing at her desk in her underwear. “Well I need Gordon – my computer’s locked up.”
“Hey, can’t it wait?” asked Heidi.
“No!” said Jo. “I’ve told you before that I didn’t want Gordon’s …” – she fluttered her hands, at a loss for the right word – “… extra-curricular activities to affect the job. And I still expect that to be the case!”
“I’ll be right back,” said Gordon to Heidi. “Carry on without me.”
Heidi pouted, but continued pushing as Gordon disappeared into Jo’s office. Turd after turd plopped into her panties, some firmer than others, but mostly quite soft. Five minutes later, her panties were bulging hugely, but still Gordon had not reappeared, and Heidi was getting quite annoyed. She stopped pushing.
“What if he’s in there for half an hour?” she complained.
Sammi shrugged. “Perhaps you could … you know … do it yourself.”
Heidi stared at her. “But … what does he do, exactly?”
Sammi blushed, but Simone was less squeamish. “Just take the most solid turd you can find, and start screwing yourself with it,” she said.
“Yuck!” exclaimed Heidi. “He actually put one … inside you?”
Simone nodded.
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it!” said Lily. “Simone was right – there’s nothing like a poogasm!”
“Ugh – so that’s the big secret?” inquired Heidi with a pained expression. “He just fucked you with a piece of poo?”
“Well, he also rubbed our clits,” said Simone matter-of-factly. “Very expertly, I have to say. I dare say you could do as well yourself … but it won’t be quite the same if it’s not someone else’s hands at work on you.”
Lily chuckled. “Why don’t you go over and help her out, then?” she suggested with a grin.
“Jeez, what do you think I am, a lesbian?” said Heidi.
Simone shrugged. “I suppose I wouldn’t mind – if Heidi wanted me to.”
Heidi stared at her. Then she sighed. “Fine – I don’t suppose it makes much difference. Yes please Simone.”
Simone slowly and carefully got to her feet, then waddled past Sammi and around the end of Heidi’s desk. Gingerly she pulled open the waistband at the back of Heidi’s panties, while the younger woman stood stiffly, with pursed lips.
“Ugh,” said Simone. “It all looks a bit mushy. I’m not sure there’s anything solid enough here.”
Heidi seemed almost relieved. “Oh well, never mind then.”
“Wait,” said Simone, carefully retrieving a long, inch-thick turd that was mostly buried, and sandwiched between the satin of Heidi’s panties and the right-hand side of the mass of poo. It was soft and yielding to her touch, but at least it was holding together in one piece. “I’ll try with this.”
Heidi’s stomach knotted as she felt Simone’s hands pulling her gusset aside, and then the warm, soft, sticky touch of the poo nuzzling against her vaginal opening. “This had better be good,” she muttered.
Simone tried pushing the poo into Heidi’s vagina, but it merely squished and compressed. “I’m having trouble getting it in,” she said. “Perhaps if you could spread a little wider – put your foot up on the chair, or something?”
Heidi grimaced, but complied.
Simone tried again, but with little more success. “Could you … I don’t know … hold yourself open?” she asked.
Heidi glared at her. “Did Gordon have to ask you to do that?” she inquired.
“No, but my poo was harder than yours!” said Simone.
Heidi sighed, and reached between her legs with both hands. Inserting the tips of her both index and both middle fingers into her vagina, she pulled her vagina open, and gritted her teeth as she felt her poo sliding inside her. “Ugh!” she said with a shudder, feeling it penetrate deep. As it bumped up against her cervix, she added, “That’s far enough, Simone!” She withdrew her fingers, and hastily wiped them clean on a nearby tissue.
Simone now tried to pull the poo back out, but her fingers merely slid along its length, leaving shallow grooves in the poo. She tried gripping it harder, squishing it slightly between her fingers, but when she pulled again, the poo broke just outside Heidi’s vagina. “Oh shit,” she said. “It broke.”
“So it would seem,” admitted Simone. “I’m sorry, Heidi – it was just too soft. I’m sure you can squeeze it out, though.”
Heidi cursed in disgust, and clenched her vaginal muscles. The poo started oozing out of her vagina, squished into a thin column half an inch wide. Simone replaced Heidi’s panties so that the gusset would catch the emerging poo. And then the door of Jo’s office opened, and Gordon came out.
“Oh thank goodness,” said Simone, relieved. She hurried back to her desk.
Gordon came over and smiled at Heidi. “Sorry about that,” he said. “Have you finished?”
“No – I stopped halfway through,” said Heidi. “Simone tried to … do what you do … but the poo was too soft, unfortunately.”
“Oh,” said Gordon. “Well keep pushing – maybe we’ll get something better.”
Heidi strained, and more poo started rushing out of her anus. The bulge in her panties quickly began to grow again, but Heidi could tell that this was still all soft stuff – there was nothing that Gordon would be able to fuck her with. She shook her head. “It’s all soft,” she said.
Poo was now oozing out of the sides and the top of her panties, which were sagging way below her buttocks. Gordon reached in and pulled out a large double-handful of poo. “Take off your bra,” he said.
“How will that help?” Heidi asked peevishly.
“Would you rather it got messy?” he asked.
Heidi sighed and took her bra off, dropping it on the floor next to her. Gordon began plastering poo all over her chest, massaging it slowly into her breasts. He regarded the front of her panties thoughtfully. “What if we used one of mine?” he asked.
Heidi recoiled in horror at the thought. “You want to put one of your turds inside me?” she said. “No thanks!”
“Okay,” he said. Then he shrugged. “Well I suppose there’s not a lot I can do, then. Sorry.” He turned and began to walk back to his desk.
“What, you’re just going to leave me here … unsatisfied?” Heidi demanded.
“Do you have a better idea?” Gordon asked.
Heidi scowled. “All right!” she said. “I suppose, if you must use one of yours…”
Gordon smiled as he came back to her desk. “Okay,” he said. “Well, if you’ll just pull open the front of your panties…” He turned around and unbuckled his belt.
“You’re going to do it … in my panties?” asked Heidi in disbelief.
“Unless you have a better idea,” said Gordon. “But you’re already messy. I don’t want to get messy myself, and I am after all doing you a favour.”
Heidi reluctantly pulled open the front of her panties. “All right then,” she said.
Gordon pulled down his trousers and boxer shorts together, then he shuffled backwards, positioning his anus directly over Heidi’s open panties. Heidi was rather repelled by the sight of his hairy buttocks. She half-closed her eyes and half-turned away as he grunted, and his anus began opening up. Then a torrent of soft poo burst from between his buttocks and splashed into her panties: several squishy chunks mingled with poo of a much runnier consistency. She squealed as the output steadied to a rapid flow of soft poo that curled around and wound back and forth atop the growing pile.
Soon the front of Heidi’s panties was full, and there was nowhere else for the poo to go, although it was still pouring rapidly into her panties. She tugged the waistband out farther, and lowered it a little, with the result that a large portion of the soft mess slid downwards and oozed back along her gusset, passing beneath her pussy and vagina. Even so, the poo was piling higher and higher above Heidi’s waistband at the front, and she knew it would not be long before it spilled all over the place.
But then it stopped, briefly, and a thicker, harder poo began sliding out of Gordon’s anus. It rode over the top of the soft pile, hit Heidi’s abdomen, and bent to the left as more poo followed it. “That felt like a good one,” said Gordon. “Grab it.”
Heidi did so, screwing up her face in disgust. Gordon was still producing turds, however – two more thick ones were soon lying on top of the soft mass, and now he was working on a third. “Won’t this one do?” asked Heidi desperately. “You’ve already got a solid one.”
Gordon nodded. “Once I start it’s hard to stop, though,” he said. “Just a minute.” He carried on pushing.
One of the turds started to fall off the pile, and Heidi quickly caught it. Not knowing where else to put it, she reached behind her and shoved it into the pile in the back of her panties. The next two turds she dealt with in the same way. Her panties were now horribly overloaded, in both the front and the back, with poo piling high above the waistband, extending three or four inches beyond both leg-bands, and clumped thickly between her legs, overhanging both sides of the gusset of her panties. She pushed out another few inches of poo – and realised rather belatedly that this part was actually firmer than anything she had produced so far. It bored into the soft mass of poo in her panties, forcing poo even further out of her panties. That no poo had fallen on the floor yet was little short of a miracle.
A long, soft rope of poo slithered out of Gordon’s anus and heaped up crazily atop the mountain emerging out of the front of Heidi’s panties. The summit of the mountain was now six or seven inches above the waistband, and the fresh, soft poo was adding more inches even now. Then the consistency of the poo turned much runnier, almost diarrhoea-like, and Heidi wrinkled her nose at the smell. Pulling her waistband out even further – and as far as she dared – she shuddered as the mass of Gordon’s poo fell away from her pussy and the semi-liquid poo poured into the narrow gap, surrounding her pussy and oozing between her labia.
Gordon stooped, picked up Heidi’s bra, and used it to wipe his bottom clean. Then he turned and took from Heidi’s hand one of his firmer turds. It was eleven inches in length, an inch and a half wide, and it was both solid and lumpy. He crouched down, and started to pull Heidi’s gusset aside, but there was so much poo above it that he was unable to access her vaginal opening. “You’ll need to lift up your leg,” he said.
Heidi did so, very carefully, and she placed her foot on her chair again, as she had done for Simone. Now Gordon was able to work his turd past the poo between her legs, and up into her vagina. The poo already inside her was too soft to provide much resistance – it merely compressed and was squished into the walls of her vagina or up against her cervix. As Gordon began thrusting the poo in and out of Heidi, one of its lumps slid back and forth over her g-spot, and she gasped at the delicious sensation.
Gordon reached the fingers of his other hand into the front of Heidi’s panties by way of the leg-band, whose elastic was at least five inches beneath the skin next to her pussy, where it would otherwise have been. He found a hard nugget of poo sitting just under her pussy, and he pressed against it, working it back and forth so that it rubbed directly against her clit, lubricated by the runny poo that had recently poured inside her panties.
The combined effect was too much for Heidi, who was soon moaning loudly in ecstasy. Still Gordon rubbed, and thrust, and Heidi’s orgasm continued unabated while her legs wobbled, on the point of collapse. She pushed out the last few inches of her poo, causing the mass of poo in the back of her panties to expand to an unstable size and weight. Before it had a chance to spill everywhere, however, Heidi sat down abruptly in her chair. Gordon, picking up her top from the floor, used it to wipe his hands clean.
“God!” muttered Heidi. “Well that was disgusting … but I have to admit, it was worth it!”
Gordon smiled, and returned to his desk. A few minutes later, however, he was summoned by Jo. As he entered her office, she gestured for him to close the door behind him.
“Now what’s all this,” said Jo severely, “about poogasms?”
“I’m sorry?” asked Gordon.
“Poogasms – the girls are all talking about them. They’re all sitting out there …” – she gestured wildly towards the door – “… with their knickers absolutely full of poo, and acting like they’ve just witnessed the Second Coming. So what’s it all about?”
“Ah, well,” said Gordon, “no doubt they’re referring to the particularly intense orgasms I’m able to give them with the help of a little poo.”
“A little poo?” echoed Jo. “Have you seen them out there?”
Gordon chuckled. “Well yes, it’s generally not necessary to completely empty your bowels in order to experience a … poogasm – hmm, yes, I do like that word … but the orgasm certainly does seem to be enhanced if the woman in question is defecating at the same time.”
Jo sighed. “Well, I’m not going to be the only one left out of this apparently amazing experience, so if you don’t mind, I’d like one too.”
“I don’t mind at all,” said Gordon. “Might I suggest you strip down to your panties? This can get a little messy.”
“I’ve noticed,” said Jo. “Oh very well.” She stood up and removed her skirt and blouse, followed by her bra. “Now I just … do a number two?”
Gordon nodded. “Yup – I’ll do the rest.”
Taking a dump in her panties, and in front of a man no less, very much went against the grain for Jo, and it was a couple of minutes before she could make herself relax enough to defecate. Finally, her anus opened up and a firm, inch-thick poo started to creep out. Jo closed her eyes in order to concentrate better, and she tried to imagine she was alone and sitting on the toilet. Pushing harder, she felt the reverse pressure of her panties pushing back on her poo, and she reached back to tug her panties down a bit. Then she leaned forward, resting her elbows and hands on her desk. Spreading her feet apart, she pushed again, and a few more inches of her poo came out.
Gordon pulled open the back of her panties, and retrieved what Jo had produced so far. It was perfect – firm enough to be useful, and just long enough at nine or ten inches. “Good,” he said, pleased. “Keep pushing.”
“You know, I think I’ll stop there,” said Jo, “if you think you can use that piece.”
“Oh,” said Gordon. “Well, it’s up to you of course, but it would feel better if you carried on defecating.”
“Perhaps,” said Jo. “Perhaps not. But let’s see what you can do with just that.”
Gordon shrugged, then he crouched down and pulled on the gusset of Jo’s panties to expose her vagina. Pushing the tip of Jo’s turd against her opening, he watched as it slowly sank into her body, penetrating deeper and deeper into her vagina. When it stopped, no doubt at her cervix, there were still at least two inches of the poo still sticking out of her. Gordon began to thrust the poo in and out, and after a few seconds he was rewarded with quiet gasps from Jo.
“Mmm, this is nice,” she murmured.
“Could be nicer…” said Gordon.
Jo said nothing for a moment. Then she closed her eyes, relaxed her anus, and began pushing again. “Just a little more won’t hurt, I suppose,” she muttered. This poo was a lot wider, and more lumpy, and she began to regret her decision. But having started to push it out, she was not about to stop, and she bore down hard in order to get rid of it quickly. Her panties soon tented out again, and Gordon cupped the bulge, rubbing it around and around to squish and flatten the poo as it came out. As he let up the pressure, Jo strained hard, her eyes watering as she tried to get the widest part of the poo through her widely-stretched anus. Finally it popped through, and she relaxed, panting, as the next few inches slid out without any help from her.
She began to push again, and now she was producing a two-inch-thick pole of poo, firm but smooth, and much more comfortable to pass. It curled up, folded, and crossed back up from beneath her right buttock to just behind her left. Squishing slightly, it spread up towards her waistband as she pushed more of this smooth turd into her panties. After a minute or so, she was approaching her orgasm, and her panties were getting quite full. Gordon, however, eased up on his thrusting, keeping Jo’s orgasm at bay. “Keep pushing,” he said.
“I’m pushing!” gasped Jo. She strained harder, and a rope of soft poo poured out of her anus, filling in all the gaps in the back of her panties and causing them to bulge out further and sag dangerously low on her buttocks. She reached back with her right arm to hold them up, and pushed out more poo. It was becoming firmer again, and thicker, and she grunted with effort as she leaned lower, resting her head in the crook of her left arm and letting her breasts press against her desk.
The two-inch-wide turd now extruding from Jo’s anus was adding more volume to the bulging mass of poo than her panties could cope with. The elastic of her waistband and leg-bands was pushed away from her skin, slowly but surely, until there was a gap of two inches through which her poo could escape. Gordon, with his one free hand, attempted to stretch her panties around the massive accumulation of poo, but it was hopeless, and the more Jo pooped, the less chance he had of succeeding. Since she was bending so low, her torso was practically horizontal, and the poo oozing out of the top of her panties began to creep up her back. At the other end of the bulge, poo was beginning to creep past the turd in her vagina, along her gusset which Gordon had pulled to one side.
She strained hard, to expel a particularly wide and difficult lump, and panted heavily as she managed to get it through her anus. The next section was only slightly slimmer, but it was smoother, and she forced out nearly twelve more inches with comparative ease. The mass of poo expanded again, growing far beyond the boundaries of her panties, except at the front, where it was still in the process of filling the front of her panties, having crept forward past her vagina, where Gordon was still (though very slowly) thrusting a firm poo in and out of her. Behind her vaginal opening, the poo mass was nearly six inches across, draped precariously over her two-inch gusset.
Further back, the mass rapidly widened out into a huge, misshapen ball, which was holding together despite the fact that the back of Jo’s over-stretched panties only covered a small triangular area of it. And it was not as if they were particularly skimpy panties – ordinarily they covered most of her bottom … or a little over half of it anyway. Now they seemed ridiculously tiny, as the huge mass of poo eclipsed her entire bottom. It extended from her right hip, around both buttocks to her left hip, and from the top of her labia all the way back along her gusset, up past her waistband, and onward to the small of her back. It was also extremely thick, having forced the cotton of her panties nine or ten inches away from her buttocks. Even her waistband at the back was more than six inches away from her skin now as it rode up over the top of the mountain.
Slowly the front of the mountain edged forwards as its summit built up higher and higher, fuelled by the slow surge of poo flowing up out of Jo’s panties as she continued to push yet another thick turd out of her rectum. She groaned with pleasure as Gordon kept her just on the brink of orgasm, thrusting at a pace just slow enough to keep her from going over the edge. She strained harder, and forced still more poo into the base of the mountain.
As the mountain’s front edge passed her waist and crept on at a snail’s pace towards her shoulder-blades, its flanks oozed further outward, burying her lower back entirely and threatening to spill on to her desk on either side of her. Her waist, being considerably narrower than her hips, provided a path downward for the advancing poo, and thus two slow avalanches began, carrying poo gracefully down on to the desktop. Meanwhile the front of Jo’s panties was now full, and beginning to overflow, the waistband parting company with her skin and moving outwards as poo continued to flow forward along her gusset.
Finally Gordon allowed her to climax, as he rubbed a chunk of poo against her clitoris while thrusting harder and faster with the solid turd in her vagina. Jo screamed with pleasure so intense that it was almost painful, as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced sent lightning bolts of pure ecstasy pulsing throughout her entire body. Her toes curled up in her shoes, sweat broke out on her brow and indeed everywhere else, and she shuddered uncontrollably for what seemed like minutes, while Gordon continued to fuck her feverishly with the turd.
As her orgasm continued, Jo pushed still harder, relishing the sensation of her anus being continuously massaged by the poo flowing through it. Even when her poo became harder and thicker, she strained for all she was worth to keep it moving through her rectum and out into her panties.
The mountain of poo atop her lower back had reached almost twelve inches in height. Its lower slopes were encroaching on her shoulder-blades, while on her desk two small foothills were building up from the poo that had slid off either side of her waist. The arm that she had reached backwards to hold on to her panties was now mostly enclosed within the mountain – only the upper third of her arm and the tip of her elbow were visible.
After four minutes of continuous orgasm, Jo shrieked, “Gordon, stop! I can’t take any more!”
Gordon immediately stopped rubbing Jo’s clitoris, and once he had shoved the firm turd back inside her as far as it would go, he released it and stood up straight. Then he reached over and started pushing against the top of the poo mountain, causing an avalanche that buried Jo’s shoulders and cascaded on to the desk either side of her head. Ordinarily she would have recoiled in disgust at having a pile of poo within inches of her face, but right now she was beyond caring.
“Can you turn over, do you think?” asked Gordon.
“What for?” asked Jo, panting, her voice unsteady.
“Trust me,” said Gordon.
Jo reached forward and grabbed hold of the far edge of her desk. Kicking off with her feet, she managed to haul herself further on to the desk, so that her pelvis was supported. Then she rolled over to her right, and Gordon caught her legs and supported them as they flailed in mid-air. The entire poo mountain slid off Jo’s back as she turned on to her side, and part of it became squished beneath her as Gordon helped her to lie flat on her back with her legs bent upwards. Her panties, still bulging massively, overhung the edge of the desk by almost a foot, but fortunately no poo had yet fallen on to the floor.
Gordon began scooping up the remains of the poo mountain and heaping it on top of Jo’s breasts and belly. He spent a minute or so massaging poo into her breasts, and then he raised her legs straight up before spreading them wide apart. “Did you finish your poo?” he asked.
“Not quite,” said Jo. She started pushing again, and the enormous mass of poo surrounding her bottom, and held in place by her panties, grew larger still. The ridge along her gusset expanded, thickening and deepening until it surrounded and then covered the poo in her vagina. Soon the ridge was a thick column, dwarfing the thin strip of material that ran between Jo’s legs, holding it in place. Jo grunted with effort as she slowly expelled a wider, more solid piece of poo. Gordon, meanwhile, continued to heap poo upon Jo’s torso until she was covered from neck to pussy with a thick layer of the smelly brown muck.
He pulled her gusset to one side and dug through the poo that was now covering her pussy. Soon he found her vagina, and the turd that was sticking out of it. Taking hold of it, he slowly pulled it out of her until it popped completely free, leaving her vagina gaping open for a moment. Before it had had a chance to close, however, he excavated another, much thicker poo from the mass surrounding her pussy, and started to push it inside her. It was more than two inches in diameter, and Jo winced slightly as he shoved it deep into her vagina. Fortunately it was quite stiff and sturdy, and he was able to pull it out and push it back in again without it getting squished. Jo began to gasp as the huge turd thrust in and out of her with increasing speed.
Gordon, while he was fucking Jo with the thick poo, watched in fascination as, just beneath the thrusting turd, a new column of poo was quickly slithering out of Jo’s anus. It was only an inch or so in thickness, and it was pouring out of her rectum with no signs of letting up any time soon. Gordon shifted the huge mass of poo across to cover her anus, so as not to lose any of the new turd, but this of course meant that he had difficulty in fucking Jo effectively with the thick poo. His hand practically buried in her poo, he compensated by making the thrusts shorter and faster … and this had the effect of sending Jo over the edge once more. She screamed in ecstasy once again, plunging her hands deep into the poo on her chest so that she could clutch and squeeze her breasts.
For another two full minutes Gordon kept Jo climaxing, until she begged him to stop. He withdrew his hand, leaving the thick poo buried inside her and hidden by the colossal mound of poo which was being held against her pussy by her highly overstretched panties. Jo, gasping and panting, pulled her hands free from the poo on her chest – they came out with a sucking sound. Gordon took a couple of large handfuls of poo from the mass between her legs, and stuffed them into the holes left by Jo’s hands.
“God!” gasped Jo. “I never knew an orgasm could be like that!” She propped herself up awkwardly on her elbows. “Could you hand me my blouse please?”
Gordon picked up Jo’s blouse from the floor, and held it out so that Jo could put her left arm into the left sleeve. Then he tugged the blouse underneath her upper back, and held her right sleeve open so that she could put her right arm in. Pulling the two halves around in front of Jo, he started to button it up for her, covering up the huge quantity of poo plastering her chest and belly. The blouse had been loose-fitting before – now, however, because of all the poo, it was stretched so tightly that the buttons were threatening to burst off.
Jo looked down at her chest critically – the poo was plastered evenly over her whole torso, levelling out her contours. “Great,” she said. “Now I look as if I have no bust.”
“Easily remedied,” said Gordon. Unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse, he started to stuff more poo into each side, forming large round mounds above both of her breasts. Soon he had moulded two large poo-breasts for her – E or F cup at least – but when he tried to button up her blouse again, he found he could not stretch the buttons across to their respective buttonholes. He left the blouse as it was, buttoned up to just below the mounds and with a considerable expanse of poo-cleavage showing, and went to pick up Jo’s skirt. Pulling her legs together (or as much as was possible, with so much poo between her legs), he tugged the skirt up past her knees, on up her thighs, coming to rest finally at the huge mass of poo, which was too large to get the skirt around. Even when he pulled the zip down fully, there was just too much poo, so he started pulling handfuls of poo from the huge mass of poo sticking out of Jo’s panties. He slapped this poo on to the front of Jo’s blouse, smearing it around so that it stuck in place. Over the next minute or so he transferred more and more poo from her nether regions to her blouse, until it was entirely coated from top to bottom with an inch-thick layer of shit. With more poo inside the blouse, the garment was effectively sandwiched between deep layers of poo.
Finally Gordon had reduced the size of the bulge enough that he could pull Jo’s skirt up to her waist. It was pleated, but the pleats unfolded as the skirt stretched around the mass of poo. As Jo pushed out more poo into her panties, Gordon tugged the skirt higher up Jo’s waist, fastening it just beneath the poo-breasts he had fashioned for her. The waistband of the skirt dug deep into the poo on and inside her blouse, but he was able to get the button fastened. He pulled up the zipper, and then helped Jo to get down from the desk.
The skirt, having been pulled up so high before being fastened, now came down barely as far as Jo’s crotch. With all of the poo around her pussy and buttocks, however, her panties were showing well below the hemline of the skirt, having been forced downward by the huge mass of poo. The panties, however, covered only the very central part of the mass, which extended far outside the leg-bands and forced Jo to stand bow-legged.
Gordon stooped and reached out just in time to catch a piece of poo that was about to fall on to the floor. As Jo continued to defecate into her panties, the huge mass of poo was attempting to expand even further outwards, but it was now being stopped by the extent of her skirt, and the only way to go was downwards. As the mass spread out around Jo’s thighs, Gordon found himself catching piece after piece that mere friction was unable to hold up any longer. Crouching on one knee for support, he pressed these chunks against the outside of her panties, smearing them slightly until they stuck fast. Little by little he covered all of the visible material, from the front to the back, until her panties were completely surrounded, inside and out, above and below … by poo. Thereafter, as more chunks dropped into his hands, he merely squished them back into the giant mass of poo, which had expanded so wide that it was now practically enveloping her thighs, while at its lowest point, it was almost halfway down to her knees.
Jo sighed with pleasure as she squeezed out the last few inches of her poo. “There!” she said. “That’s all of it. Thank you Gordon – that was most … enjoyable.”
Gordon helped her into her chair, and poo splurged out of the bottom of her skirt, falling to the floor and piling up around her shoes. “Don’t mention it,” he said with a smile.
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“So, what are we going to do about Gordon?” asked Jo, looking around at her assembled staff.
“I don’t know, but we really have to do something,” said Heidi. “He’s been here for nearly three weeks, and … well, I don’t have to remind you of everything he’s done during that time.”
Sammi nodded in agreement.
“Well…” said Lily slowly, “actually I have an idea. Remember Charlie?”
“Of course,” said Jo. “Picked his nose a lot.”
“Well – yes. But aside from that, do you remember what we did after the incident with the Somalia donations?”
“Yes!” said Jo, clapping her hands. “That’s an excellent idea, Lily. Good job. Can you help out with that?”
“Sure thing,” said Lily.
Fifteen minutes later, Jo, Heidi, Lily, Sammi and Simone all gathered around Gordon’s desk.
“Gordon,” said Jo, “you’ve been here for three weeks, almost … and in that time you’ve done things for all of us that … well … we’re not likely to forget. With that in mind, we’d like to present you with this.” And she handed him a little framed certificate.
“Employee of the month?” exclaimed Gordon. “Wow!”
“You deserve it,” said Lily, adjusting her poo-filled bra.
Gordon reached out absent-mindedly with his left hand, wormed a couple of fingers into Jo’s poo-stuffed panties, and pushed them up into her vagina. “Gosh,” he said. “I don’t know what to say!”
“No need to say anything!” gasped Jo. “We’re just grateful for all you’ve done. It’s a … a pleasure having you here.”
“I’ll say,” grinned Simone, hitching up her panties, which were so full of poo that they kept slipping down.
“Yes, thanks for everything,” said Heidi, clutching the sides of her own overflowing panties to prevent them from falling down. The flimsy, overloaded silk garment was the only thing she was wearing.
Sammi, also naked but for her very full panties, was plastered from neck to toe with poo. She smiled at Gordon and said, “Thanks Gordon. And I’d just like to say: you can shove a nice thick piece of poo into my vagina any time you want!”