Austin Carter was wracking his brain over a Sudoku puzzle when his wife Sonia entered the room. He looked up and smiled to see her looking all professional in a dark blue skirt suit. “Looking good!” he said.
“Will it do, do you think?” she asked, straightening her jacket. Her luxuriant tawny-coloured hair was tied back in a pony tail, and a judicious application of make-up had given her slightly babyish facial features some needed definition.
“Totally!” he replied. “You look like a CEO!”
She blushed. “Well let’s not get ahead of ourselves. It’s just a directorship…”
“Just! That’s a big deal, honey! Your first directorship – and at a big-deal company, too! Are those tights or stockings?”
“Hold-ups,” she said. “How about the shoes?”
“Ooh, they match your suit! Nice touch!”
“And the blouse? Should I have gone with white, do you think?”
“No – the cream seems to be working nicely with the dark blue.”
Sonia smiled. “Okay!” she said. “Well, off I go. Wish me luck!”
“Good luck!” said Austin. “Although you won’t need it. I’ve seen for myself how you cope in a job interview, remember, and you’re brilliant. I have every confidence that you’ll knock their socks off.”
“That’s the idea!” she said. “I have to make up for my lack of experience somehow.”
Austin snorted. “Lack of experience – as if eight years of managerial experience, not to mention the past three as a regional manager, doesn’t count! Remind me what that Jennifer woman told you…?”
“‘You’re just what we’ve been looking for’,” said Sonia.
“There you go – and they haven’t even met you yet! The job’s as good as yours.”
“Okay!” said Sonia, taking a deep breath. “Here I go.” She turned towards the door.
“Ooh, just a second,” said Austin, jumping to his feet. He came over to her and picked a small white feather from her shoulder. “Pixie gave you a present to take with you,” he said.
“Oh heavens!” exclaimed Sonia. “Thank you! I’d have just died if I’d found that on me after the interview!”
“Well, no need for that,” said Austin. “You are now perfect in every way. Not a hair out of place.”
“Kiss for luck?” she said, offering him her cheek.
He gave her a peck. “Drive safely!”
“I will,” she promised. “Bye!”
She left the house and clambered into the newly-vacuumed interior of her well-maintained Nissan Pathfinder. As she set off down the driveway, she started a Radiohead album playing, and tried not to think too hard about the impending interview. Relaxed, that’s what she needed to be. Fresh. Professional. Friendly, but not bubbly. Confident, but not brash. Knowledgeable, but not a know-it-all. Intelligent, but not condescending.
She smiled. All traits that came quite naturally to her, of course, which was why she had climbed as fast as she had. Not yet thirty-three years old, and already about to become a director. Hopefully! It would be quite a coup for her, but yet not really too much of a stretch. She had already demonstrated the necessary skills for the position – she just had to talk a good game today, and the job was hers.
The commute would be long, unfortunately – that was the main drawback. But she could live with a seventy minute commute, she had already decided. She and Austin both adored their house on the lake, with its breathtaking view of the mountain from their bedroom window. There was no question of them ever moving.
An uncomfortable pressure in her bowel made her purse her lips in annoyance. She should have done a poo at home before she left, but she had been so preoccupied with looking her best that she had not noticed how badly she needed to defecate. She squeezed her buttocks together, and the pressure subsided suddenly … but her bowels groaned loudly in protest.
Sonia shivered nervously. It would be dreadful if her bowels made a horrible sound like that during the interview. Whatever would Jennifer and the rest of them think of her? In the worst case scenario, they might mistakenly think she had just farted in front of them! That would be catastrophic. There was only one thing to do: she would just have to find somewhere to stop – a roadside diner perhaps – and empty her bowels in the toilet. She hated to use public restrooms – they were so frequently dirty and smelly – but today was so important that she would just have to bite the bullet and do whatever was necessary to ensure that she got this job.
In truth, she needed the directorship rather badly. Since Austin had lost his teaching position, their bank balance had been going downhill from month to month, and she had started to worry about keeping up with the mortgage payments. The pay hike that came with this job would save their finances, and not a moment too soon.
She spotted a gas station up ahead, and slowed down, signalling as she prepared to turn. A car passed in the opposite direction, and she turned, driving up to park just next to the little convenience store behind the pumps. A glance at the clock display on her dashboard told her that she had plenty of time – as usual she had been overcautious in her estimate of how long her journey would take.
Getting out of the car, she walked quickly up to the store’s front door, her elegant two-inch heels clop-clopping on the flagstones with a reassuringly businesslike sound. Inside, she spotted a man behind the counter, and approached him. He was rather fat, and his once-white t-shirt was streaked with a dozen stains, and he had one hand down the front of his loose-fitting shorts, scratching himself while he watched a small television. At least, Sonia hoped that he was merely scratching himself.
He pulled his hand out of his shorts as soon as he noticed her, and sat up a little straighter in his chair. “Can I help you?” he asked politely. Then he sniffed his fingers experimentally.
“Yes, I was wondering if I could use your restroom?” Sonia asked. “I assume you have one?”
“Uh, yeah, it’s outside, round the back,” said the man, looking slightly uncomfortable. “Uh, but it’s … well, it’s not been cleaned in a while…”
‘Why am I not surprised?’ Sonia thought to herself. But out loud she said, “Thank you, I’m sure I’ll manage.”
She headed outside and clop-clopped around to the back, where she found a small wooden building with just one door. A growing noise behind her made her look around quickly, just in time to see a gang of bikers arrive on deep-throated Harleys. One after another they pulled into the station, and parked alongside or near to the pumps. Those that were filling up first were out of her line of sight, but the last to arrive had parked in full view of the outhouse. One of the bikers caught her eye, and waved casually. Sonia gave a brief half-wave in response, then turned back to the outhouse door. It was practically falling off its hinges, and apparently opened outward.
As she opened the door, a truly terrible smell assaulted her nostrils. She gagged and put her hand over her nose as flies emerged from within and buzzed around her. “Oh my God!” she muttered, fighting the urge to retch. Then she saw what lay beyond the doorway, and her jaw dropped in disbelief. “What the…”
The overcast sky was pouring a rather dull light into the open doorway, but it was enough to illuminate a floor that was nothing like the flat concrete she had been expecting. In fact it was brown and rather hilly … if you could call the many lumpy brown mounds ‘hills’. It took Sonia only a moment to realise that what she was looking at was nothing more and nothing less than actual poo – and tons of it!
As she peered into the gloom inside, she saw that the entire floor area of the toilet was completely covered with poo. It was impossible to say for sure how deep it was, but she guessed that it must be at least six inches deep at its shallowest, and possibly even deeper than that. At its shallowest. The peaks of the poo-hills that rose up from the surrounding poo-floor were of course much higher – towards the back of the room, some of them reached chest height, where poo-hills had piled on top of poo-hills.
Near to the door, the flattish surface of the poo, between hills, was smooth and looked quite soft, no doubt because it had soaked up the gallons of urine that must also have been produced by the strong-stomached visitors to this ghastly toilet. Further back, however, in the higher valleys and on the plentiful hills, the individual turds were clearly defined, lying beside one another and piled atop the more squished turds below.
There was a loud humming of hundreds of flies, which flew around the room above the poo or crawled over its surface. They had obviously been laying eggs – Sonia could see maggots writhing about on the poo-hills nearest to the door. Also crawling over the poo were dozens of insects that Sonia at first guessed to be beetles, although a closer look revealed them to be cockroaches.
Sonia stared at the interior of the room for at least a minute. If she ventured inside in her current state, her clothes would be completely ruined. She shuddered in disgust at the thought of going in there naked, but what choice did she have? If she wore anything at all, even a bra, she ran the risk of getting it messy. She would have to take off all her clothes, right here outside the door, before she could even think of going in.
She was just removing her jacket when she remembered the bikers. Turning to look at them, she groaned as she saw a few of them still sitting on their bikes. They were not watching her, but it was a fairly safe bet that they would notice if she stripped naked. She could wait until they left – but that could take ages, since they probably all needed to fill their gas tanks.
Perhaps if she undressed quickly enough, she could sneak inside the toilet before any of the bikers noticed. It was worth a try. Hurriedly she took off her jacket, folded it up, and flung it over the top of the toilet’s open door. Then she unbuttoned her blouse, removed it, and threw it on top of her jacket. As she unzipped her skirt, however, her heart sank as she heard first one shout, and then another, coming from the direction of the bikers. With a roar of engines, several of the Harleys began to approach.
Sonia’s stomach was in knots as she stepped out of her skirt and looked up at the bikers. There were five of them, and more were following behind. They spread out and watched her, grinning, while they sat on their bikes, their engines idling. “Nice!” said a burly man with long grey hair and a short grey beard. Another pulled off his sunglasses – he was younger and less hirsute, though a three-day stubble adorned his chin.
Sonia tried to ignore them as she kicked off her right shoe and then balanced on her left leg as she awkwardly pulled down her hold-up stocking and tugged it off her foot. She put her bare foot down on the cracked tarmac, then kicked off her left shoe and took off her other stocking. The bikers whooped, clapped and cheered, which made her wish that one of those cracks in the tarmac would open wide and swallow her up. She tossed both stockings on top of her other clothes.
The bikers then fell silent as she reached behind her and unclasped her lacy white E-cup bra. Their eyes glued to her chest, they watched unblinking as the straps fell from her shoulders, and the cups began to slip off her breasts. By now the entire gang was here, some of them having hurried over from the pumps on foot. All of them stared while she tugged the straps down her arms, and the cups finally fell off her ample breasts. Then they erupted in an even louder chorus of cheers and applause, which made Sonia hunch her shoulders in embarrassment, her breasts squeezing together and her nipples standing out firmly in the cool breeze. Austin was fond of saying that her breasts were her best feature, but he would no doubt be quite unhappy at the thought of all of these bikers seeing them. She was not at all happy about it herself.
Thoroughly mortified, Sonia hooked her thumbs into the sides of her brand-new white satin panties. The bikers fell silent once again, and leaned in closer as they stared at the slowly-descending elastic waistband. Sonia, feeling utterly ashamed, reluctantly pushed her panties downwards, slowly exposing her pussy, which was shaved almost completely except for a slender ‘landing strip’ down the middle. She stooped as she continued to pushed her panties down past her knees, then she lifted first one foot and then the other, completely removing her panties. Now she was naked in front of more than twenty grinning, grizzled bikers, and she was feeling more uncomfortable and embarrassed than she ever had in her whole life.
“What a sweet pussy!” cried one of the bikers, and all of them laughed. Sonia hung her head as she took off her watch, a gift from her mother that she treasured and did not want to risk getting messy. She reached up and put it in a pocket of her jacket.
“All right – show’s over,” said a shaggy-haired man wearing a bandana. “Come on – let the lady go to the toilet in peace.”
One by one the bikes were all turned around, the bikers grinning and waving at Sonia as they set off, and slowly they all cruised back towards the road. Some drove out of the gas station’s parking lot immediately – others stuck around to wait for their friends to finish filling up. Two minutes later, however, the last of the bikes roared away down the road and was lost from view.
Sonia, relieved to see them all go, retrieved her clothes from the top of the door, picked up her shoes, and, taking a deep breath, she stepped through the doorway into the toilet. As she gingerly put her foot down on the top of a low mound of poo, she shuddered at the feel of the disgusting substance oozing up between her bare toes. She put more weight on that foot, which sank between two large turds, squishing those beneath, and then descended with a series of squelching, farting sounds, down through the entire depth of the hill, slowing as it neared the true floor and the poo beneath it became more and more compressed. Eventually, as Sonia’s knee disappeared into the foul brown lumpy sludge, her foot came to a squishy halt.
She found the light switch, and flicked it on, illuminating more fully the brown landscape of poo with its busy ecology. She pulled the door closed behind her, locking it with a rusty bolt that seemed far from secure, and then she took another step, this time sinking her left foot into the side of another hill of poo. Her toes disappeared first, then the poo crept under her heel and up over her ankle, caressing her calf as it climbed towards her knee. As she hit bottom, she could feel cockroaches climbing her legs, and she shuddered, but she could not do anything about them because she was holding on tightly to her clothing. Whatever happened, she must not let her clothing fall on to all this poo!
Yet it was becoming tricky to stay upright. The poo around her feet and ankles was densely-packed, and anchored her securely. If she lost her balance, there was no way she would be able to correct her stance before she fell. She looked over at the washbasin, where she was planning to leave her clothing. But she uttered an exclamation of disgust as she saw that it was full of dozens of turds, with more turds piled over the taps and the basin’s rim. What kind of people would do such a thing?
This was a problem. If she could not put her clothes somewhere un-messy, she would have to leave them outside – and what if someone came and stole them while she was in here? The thought of being stranded here in this toilet, naked, was too much to bear. Yet she would have to risk it if she could not find a place to…
Aha! Her eyes lit upon a rusty nail sticking out of the wall on the opposite side of the room from the washbasin. If she was careful, she could hang all her clothes on that. She slowly shifted her entire weight to her right foot, then she started working on extracting her left. It was difficult, and several times she almost lost her balance, but somehow she managed it, and as her foot came free, she twisted to her right and set it down again, this time between two hills. The poo sludge in the valley was softer than the compressed turds out of which the hills were built, and her foot sank down to the floor in just a couple of seconds.
Her legs were covered with cockroaches now, and she could feel them crawling over her buttocks and pussy. She whimpered and twisted her legs, pressed her thighs together as much as she could given that her feet were separated by almost a yard. More roaches climbed up her back, and she almost dropped all her clothes when a couple of the horrid insects appeared inches below her face, running across her panties. Trying desperately to ignore the roaches, Sonia bravely continued on her way.
Her entire journey to the far side of the room seemed to take forever, although it was only ten feet or so. She was in constant fear that the roaches would try to crawl inside her vagina, but fortunately they never did, although there was constant traffic between her legs as the roaches ran back and forth over her pussy. Several times she very nearly fell over, but at last she stood beneath the nail on the wall, and, carefully extracting her jacket from the pile of clothes in her arms, she reached up and hung it on the nail.
The nail sagged. It was apparently only loosely stuck in the wall. Would it hold? Would it bear the additional weight of the rest of her clothes? Sonia bit her lip anxiously. But there was no other option – she would have to chance it. She hung up her blouse, then her skirt (there were loops inside the waistband for coat-hanger convenience), then she threw her stockings over the nail, and finally hung up her bra and panties. The nail sagged still lower, but it seemed to be staying put. She debated whether or not to try balancing her shoes on top of her clothes, but decided that this would be tempting fate too much. She laid them carefully on the top of a poo-hill, and hoped that they would not sink into it too much.
Now unencumbered by her clothes, Sonia frantically brushed cockroaches from all over her naked body. One of them was nestling between her labia – she flicked it out with a grimace of disgust. Now all she needed to do was empty her bowels, wipe herself clean, retrieve her clothes, and get out of here.
But the actual toilet was invisible, buried beneath a huge mountain of poo. As much as the thought disgusted her, Sonia realised that she would have to clear off the poo before she could sit down on the toilet seat. It looked like a big job – it could take a while. Thank goodness she had left herself some extra time!
Making her way over to the mountain, she screwed up her face in disgust as she sank the fingers of her left hand into the huge mass of poo. Then she sank her right hand in next to it, grabbing a double-handful of poo, which she tugged free of the mountain, and tossed behind her. After repeating this process a few times, it quickly became apparent that this was going to take far longer than she had anticipated. She needed to be grabbing armfuls, not handfuls.
But the idea of scooping up an armful of poo, her plump breasts squishing into the foul muck, was just too awful to contemplate. So far only her hands, and the lower part of her legs, had got poo on them, and she was quite anxious not to get any more bits of herself messy.
Perhaps, she thought, she could stand on top of the toilet bowl, straddling the poo mountain, and simply defecate on top of it. It was not a very satisfactory solution – she would really rather sit down on the seat and empty her bowels into the toilet bowl in the proper manner – but she would be late for her interview if she spent the next hour shifting all of this poo.
A cockroach pushed its way between her pussy lips, and she slapped her hand against her pussy to stop it from getting inside her. “Damn it!” she cried, as she realised that she had just smeared poo all over her pussy. She caught the cockroach and threw it away, but a moment later, as she was trying to gauge where the toilet seat actually was, another roach was nudging between her labia. Again she clapped a hand against her pussy.
She sighed. The roaches were swarming all over her again, and it seemed inevitable that at some point one of them would find its way inside her. This would be intolerable – she could not bear the thought of having a live cockroach crawling around inside her vagina. She needed some way of blocking her vagina so that the roaches would not be able to enter her. A butt plug, such as the one Austin had given her last Valentine’s Day (an error of judgment, since she detested the idea of sticking anything into her anus and had refused to use it), would do nicely, but of course nothing of the kind was available. Perhaps she could use her panties, wadding them up and shoving them inside her … but they were new and she did not really want to mistreat them in that way.
The alternative, of course, was to use a turd. There were literally thousands of them lying all around her – she was spoiled for choice. The thought of sticking a fat, squishy turd into her vagina was horrifically disgusting, but was it more disgusting than having a wriggling cockroach crawling around inside her?
It was a close call. The cockroach could eventually be retrieved, leaving her vagina relatively clean … but on the other hand, what if it found its way into her womb? What if it laid eggs inside her??? This thought made Sonia hyperventilate – she could not bear the thought of cockroach eggs hatching inside her womb. That would be the worst thing ever!
As disgusting as it was, she would rather block her vagina with poo. And if she was going to do so, she would have to do it quickly – the roaches were all over her, and she was continually having to grab them from between her legs. With one hand over her pussy, her fingers covering her vaginal opening, she scanned the surface of the poo for a likely-looking candidate. Unfortunately, they all seemed to be swarming with maggots, and she detested the idea of having maggots in her vagina almost as much as the thought of having cockroaches in there.
But it did not look as if she would have much choice. Every turd she looked closely at seemed to have at least half a dozen maggots on it. Finally she found one that was almost maggot-free, but when she tried to pick it up, she discovered it was quite soft, and practically fell apart as she lifted it. She would need something much firmer if she was to successfully insert it into her vagina.
The next couple she picked up were also unsuitable – one was too slim, and she was worried that cockroaches would be able to sneak into her vagina alongside it, while the other fell apart as she grabbed it. Frustrated, she picked up a much firmer-looking poo – it was well over an inch wide, with lumps that made it even wider in places, and it held together nicely in her hand. Unfortunately it was seething with maggots, but by this time she just wanted to get it over with. At least the maggots would not lay eggs inside her.
Sonia lifted one foot and sank it into the huge poo mountain in front of her, looking for the seat with her toes. She intended to brace her foot on the seat while inserting the poo, but as her foot sank deeper and deeper, she started to worry that maybe she was missing the toilet. Perhaps she had overshot, and her foot was descending right into the toilet bowl itself. At any rate, her knee disappeared into the mountain, and her thigh began to follow, inch after inch. Finally, when her hip was nudging the side of the poo mountain, her foot hit the ceramic inside the toilet bowl, and she came to a halt, though her legs were now spread far wider than she had intended. A cockroach ran over her anus and vaginal opening, and she quickly replaced her left hand over her vagina, just in case it tried to enter her. But it was already running up over her labia.
Sonia shuddered as she tucked her right hand between her legs and positioned the tip of the turd she was holding just below the opening of her vagina. A cockroach on her arm ran down her hand and climbed on to the end of the poo, where it stopped.
“Damn it!” Sonia cursed. “Shoo! Get off there!”
But the cockroach remained where it was. A lump was sticking out of its rear end – Sonia had a nasty suspicion that it was an egg case. But she could not wait forever for the creature to move. With a little whimper, she began to push the tip of the poo against her vaginal opening. She hoped that the roach might panic at this, and run away, but it stayed where it was, and as she pushed harder, it disappeared inside her. She shuddered with revulsion, but kept pushing, and an inch, two inches, three inches of the poo slid up into her vagina, which dilated to accommodate the turd.
She could feel the maggots wriggling inside her, she realised with horror, as she slid the poo even deeper into her vagina. It stopped as it butted up against her cervix, leaving a couple of inches still outside. Leaving it like this would certainly make the poo easier to extract, but it would be gross to feel it brushing against her thighs as she walked. So she placed her palm over the end of the poo, and gently pressed it inwards, so that the poo squished inside her body and spread out, expanding her vagina further. Eventually the lower end of the poo was completely inside her – hopefully it would prove an effective barricade against any cockroaches that tried to get inside her. Any other cockroaches, at least – she shivered at the thought of the one that was already inside her, no doubt pressed against her cervix by the poo. She desperately hoped that it would not try to escape through the one opening available to it – into her womb.
Now that she did not have to worry about the cockroaches that were swarming over her finding their way into her vagina, Sonia turned her attention back to the task of climbing up on to the toilet seat so that she could poop over the toilet like a civilised person instead of on the floor like an animal. It was a great shame that she would not be able to poop actually into the toilet bowl, but that could not be helped.
The only problem was that she seemed to be stuck. Her legs were spread very wide now, and her entire right leg was buried in the poo mountain covering the toilet. She struggled to extricate it, but found she did not have enough leverage. She tried bringing her left leg beneath her torso, but it was buried to just above the knee, and moreover was angled at almost forty-five degrees to the vertical. She could not pull on it, and bending it was impossible because of the densely-packed poo surrounding her calf and knee. “Shit!” she muttered.
It then occurred to her that the only way out of this predicament was by sitting down into the poo beneath her, and slowly drawing her thighs together as she sank. This would be horribly disgusting, of course, since it would mean her entire loins being surrounded by poo, but it did rather seem at the moment that this was her only option.
She slapped away a cockroach that was trying to enter her ear, and tried her plan. She threw her weight backwards, allowing her knees to bend so that her thighs leaned back while her calves remained largely in place. The poo mountain made this difficult, holding on tightly to her right thigh and only reluctantly allowing it to sink even a few inches through the poo. But it was enough to allow her to bend her knee, deep within the mountain, and slowly the process of extraction began.
Her right buttock connected with the side of the poo mountain, and began to sink into it. The lower slopes of the mountain were less steep than up above, and as she pivoted sideways by virtue of the more rapid descent of her left thigh, she soon found herself actually sitting on the poo, though she was now leaning to her left. She began to bounce up and down, to work her right leg free more quickly, and her pussy started slapping against the surface of the poo, sinking deeper and deeper with each bounce.
Then, happily, her right calf began to slide out of the tunnel her leg had formed in the side of the mountain, and she started drawing her thighs together while pulling her knees up towards her chest. Her pussy was sinking more quickly now, the poo sliding up around and between her labia, friction pulling back her clitoral hood so that her clitoris was licked directly by the poo of dozens of different people as it descended.
Now her right calf was emerging from the poo mountain, and as her bottom disappeared further and further below the surface, Sonia became more concerned about getting stuck anew, with her thighs pressed against her chest. So she pushed her knees away from her breasts, and poo began to flow slowly in from the sides, covering her hips, belly, and pussy. By the time her foot came free from the mountain, her loins were buried completely, and her breasts were resting on top of the lumpy sea of poo, which came up to her shoulders at the back. She cursed as she realised her hair was getting messy too, then spat out a cockroach that had entered her mouth as she cursed.
She struggled to her feet – not an easy task but one she accomplished by reaching back and pushing against the wall with her left arm. Chunks of poo fell from her torso and splatted in front of her knees. She turned towards the poo mountain, and stuck her leg back into the tunnel she had made. Now, however, she sank her foot into the base of the tunnel, digging deep earlier than she had done previously. To her great satisfaction, she found the rim of the toilet bowl almost immediately. The seat, apparently, was either missing or simply in the up position.
So now she had one foot on the rim of the toilet. The real trick would be in getting her other foot on to the other side. She now realised that she had used her wrong foot – it should really be her left foot that was on the left-hand side of the toilet. But it could not be helped now. She would simply squat over the toilet while facing the wall. It did not seem to make much difference under the circumstances.
She launched herself upwards, yanking her left leg free of the poo, and clutched hold of the peak of the poo mountain as she leaned over it, pressing her thighs into it to keep her balance. It worked perfectly, and she swung her left leg over the top of the mountain while turning her right foot on the rim of the toilet. The peak was a few inches higher than her pussy, unfortunately, and she had to jump up a little in order to straddle the mountain properly. Soon she was sitting atop the mountain, with her pussy sinking into the peak.
Neither of her feet was now braced on the rim of the toilet, however, and this was a problem. She would not be able to defecate with a great mass of poo between her legs, pressing up against her anus. She would need to hollow out a space beneath her bottom first. But she would simply sink into this space if her feet were not braced on the rim of the toilet bowl. She needed to get lower.
She started bouncing up and down, trying to work herself deeper into the poo mountain. She was already sinking, and the bouncing speeded up the process. Soon the poo was up to her belly button and the small of her back, and her thighs were being forced up towards the horizontal, though still splayed very wide. This was not good – she needed her thighs pointing downwards so that she could get her feet on to the rim of the toilet. But as she continued to sink, it became harder and harder to tilt her thighs anywhere but upwards.
Soon the poo had reached her breasts, and her thighs were now angled upwards, with her calves dangling uselessly against the sides of the poo mountain. Poo had closed in over the tops of her thighs, so that, contrary to her plans, she was rapidly becoming buried inside the mountain. “Oh God!” she muttered, quite alarmed now.
She started to struggle harder, but this only seemed to work her deeper and deeper into the mountain. The poo crept up over her breasts, covering her nipples. A thick turd emerged from her cleavage, climbing up her chest and heading for her neck. Behind her, the poo was already above the level of her shoulder blades.
“Help!” cried Sonia, beginning to panic. Her thighs were now almost vertical, her knees about ten inches away from her shoulders – this was a position in which, in fact, she frequently had sex with Austin. But now the only thing having sex with her was a maggot-riddled turd, and a cockroach, and instead lying on a nice comfy bed, she was encased in a mountain of poo.
As her bottom began to sink into the toilet bowl itself, the walls of poo in front of and behind her began to topple over, dropping large chunks of poo on to her shoulders. Her chin was sinking below the level of the poo now, and Sonia had visions of herself drowning, or suffocating, with her head completely under the surface of the poo. She thrashed wildly in a new attempt to free herself, but to no avail.
At least she could prevent herself from suffocating, though. She could still move her arms, after all. She brought her hands up and over the top of the poo mountain, and began to push poo away from her face as her head slowly sank beneath the surface. It worked – by the time the poo began creeping over the top of her head from the back, she had cleared a decent space in front of her face. This became harder and harder as she continued to sink, though, as the poo kept flowing back to fill the space she had just cleared.
Frantically she scrabbled at the poo that constantly rose up or flowed in to cover her mouth. Poo covering the top of her head began to tumble over her forehead to land against her mouth and nose, making it even harder to find air to breathe.
And then, abruptly, she stopped sinking. Her buttocks – thank goodness! – had finally hit the interior of the toilet bowl. She continued to pull away poo from in front of her face, sweeping it out to the sides, and after a couple of minutes, she had got the level down to below her chin, although she was still looking up at the new peak of the mountain, looming alarmingly very close in front of her and towering maybe a foot above the top of her head.
But how on Earth was she going to get out? She tried pushing her thighs forwards, but this made her lean back into the heart of the mountain, and more poo crashed down from above her head, filling the gap in front of her face. Her head buried completely, she frantically scrabbled at the newly-fallen poo, pulling it away from her face until she had once again cleared a space and could breathe again.
She next tried to use her hands and arms to clear away more of the poo in front of her, starting with the peak and working her way down. To begin with this worked quite well, and within a minute or so she had reduced the mountain’s height by more than a foot, until it was roughly on the same level as her eyes. But now the peak was so wide and smoothed-out and compacted that she could not clear away any more without dreadfully slow, painstaking, and very tiring handful-by-handful effort.
Then she heard someone try the door.
“Help!” she cried. “Help me! I’m stuck!”
There was a pause. Then, “The door’s locked!” came a young female voice.
“Break it open!” said Sonia. “It shouldn’t be hard – it’s very rusty!”
There was a thud, then a crash as the door burst open. “Ewww! Oh my God!”
“Could you come and help me out of here? Please?” begged Sonia.
“Ugh, but it’s all disgusting!” said the voice.
“I know, I know,” said Sonia. “But I’m stuck! If you don’t help me out, I’ll die here!”
“Why don’t I just call the fire brigade?” suggested the voice.
“I’m not on fire!” said Sonia. “Besides, it would take too long. I have to get to a job interview!”
“Ugh – all right! But I’m going to take my shoes and socks off before I come in there.”
“Fine! What’s your name?”
“Tina,” said the girl. “I’m on my way to a tennis tournament. I made the bus driver stop here because I was desperate for the toilet. I’m beginning to wish I’d just done it in my panties…”
“Well I’m glad you didn’t!” said Sonia. “My name’s Sonia, by the way.” She heard a squelching sound as Tina stepped into the poo.
“Yuck!” said Tina. “This is so gross! Good grief – however did you get stuck in there?”
“Never mind that,” said Sonia, not really wanting to tell the story. “Just grab my hand and pull me out.”
“Ugh, oh no, there are cockroaches crawling on me!” wailed Tina.
“Just ignore them – they don’t bite,” said Sonia anxiously, hoping that Tina would not run away in terror.
“Okay!” whimpered Tina.
A softly round but pretty face appeared, peering at Sonia around the corner of the rear half of the mountain. “Yuck, wow, you’re really stuck in there, aren’t you?” said Tina. Her hair was brown, slightly wavy, and shoulder-length, and she looked a little on the heavy side of average. She was wearing a tennis outfit – a light pink tank-top with white trim, and a white pleated skirt. She looked in her mid-teens – perhaps sixteen. Sonia could see that she was up to her knees in poo, and she noticed a couple of cockroaches running up Tina’s legs to disappear beneath her skirt.
“Grab my hand,” said Sonia, extending it as far as she could.
Tina leaned forwards, and grabbed it. Then she pulled. But she was not able to get much leverage, and Sonia did not budge even an inch.
“Come nearer,” said Sonia. “Try to brace your foot against the side of the toilet.”
“But I can’t even see it!” said Tina, reluctant to come any closer as it would mean stepping into poo that was deeper than her knees.
“You’ll need to stick your foot into the poo,” said Sonia. “I appear to be sitting in the bowl, if it helps.”
“Eww!” said Tina plaintively. But she did as Sonia suggested, stepping into the deeper poo and then extending one leg so that her foot sank into the side of the poo mountain, in the process giving Sonia a glimpse of white cotton panties.
“A little lower, I think,” said Sonia.
Tina worked her foot deeper into the mountain, then said, “Aha! I’ve got it.”
“You’re braced?” asked Sonia.
“Yup – okay, three, two, one…” And Tina began pulling with all her might. But the poo was packed solid around Sonia, and her hand was slippery with poo. Suddenly Tina lost her grip, and fell backwards with a shriek, falling on her back between two large hills of poo. Her bottom pushed the back of her skirt beneath the surface, and squishy poo surged around Tina’s panties, creeping between her legs and up over her pussy. She shrieked in horror, and struggled to get back on her feet, though this meant sinking her arms down through the poo to place her hands on the floor.
She was looking very brown and messy when she finally stood up. “Look at me!” she wailed.
“Just try again – please?” begged Sonia.
Tina folded her arms rebelliously, but then she sighed and nodded. This time she was less squeamish, now that she was messy already, and she crawled up the side of the poo mountain on her belly so that she could grab hold of both of Sonia’s hands. Sinking her legs into the poo, one after the other, she found the rim of the toilet with both feet, and pulled for all she was worth. At first nothing happened, but then Sonia felt herself begin to rise upwards through the poo. “Yes! Yes!” she said excitedly. “Keep going!”
As she emerged from the mountain, Tina leaned further and further back, until, with a loud, reverberating squelching sound, Sonia burst free and fell on top of Tina as the teenager landed on her back in the poo once more. Under Sonia’s weight she sank quickly, her head nearly going under before Sonia rolled off and both of them got messily to their feet.
“Good grief, you’re naked!” exclaimed Tina.
“I didn’t want to get my clothes messy,” said Sonia. “They’re over th…” But as she spoke, she pointed at where she had hung up her clothes, and her voice trailed off in horror. Her clothes were no longer hanging from the nail … probably because the nail was no longer in the wall. “Oh my God!”
Her clothes were all lying on the surface of the poo. She could clean the poo off herself with nothing but a bit of water and some toilet paper, but her clothes were a different matter. How could she possibly show up to her interview with poo on her clothing?
“Oh! Oh!” squealed Tina. “There are cockroaches in my panties!” She pulled up her skirt and thrust her hand into her panties, reaching between her legs to grab a roach that was trying to get inside her. “Whew, that was close! It almost got inside me!”
“Well done for stopping it,” said Sonia.
Tina looked at Sonia’s pussy curiously. “Aren’t you worried they’ll get inside you?”
Sonia glanced down at her poo-smeared pussy, on which several roaches were crawling. “Not really – I stuffed a poo inside myself so that they wouldn’t be able to get in.”
“Ugh!” exclaimed Tina. “I don’t think I could do that.” Then she hastily retrieved another roach from her panties.
“Well, alternatively you could just pack poo around your nether regions,” said Sonia. “Stuff your panties with it. The roaches shouldn’t be able to get in if you do that.”
“Hey, that’s a good idea!” said Tina. “Oh but if I’m going to be filling my panties with poo anyway, I might as well do what I came in here for.” She bent her knees, squatting slightly, and strained. “Mmmph!” she grunted as a thick turd began to emerge from her anus. She pushed harder, and the turd slid inch by inch out of her rectum and into her panties. It finally broke off, nestling like a huge slug against her buttocks, and she immediately followed it up with another. Soon there were three good-sized turds weighing down the back of her panties, and as she pushed again, another, slimmer poo slithered out, coiling back and forth atop the first three.
“Want me to help you?” asked Sonia. “Least I can do, after you saved my life.”
“Sure, yes please,” said Tina.
Sonia picked up a large double-handful of maggot-riddled poo and, as Tina lifted her skirt and held open the front of her panties, she dropped the poo inside. She stooped and picked up more, and packed it into the same place. Tina let go of her waistband, and Sonia patted the outside of her panties, smoothing out the bulge. Then Tina turned around, and pulled open the back of her panties. They were pretty full already, but Sonia packed some more poo inside, and once again smoothed out the bulge. Tina’s panties had been white previously, but now they were a uniform brown, as Sonia’s messy hands smeared poo all over the material.
“We need to put some between your legs,” said Sonia.
“I know,” agreed Tina, and she squatted, spreading her thighs so that Sonia could pile poo along the gusset of her panties. Sonia packed as much poo as could fit along the narrow strip of material, but when she was done, the weight of the poo caused Tina’s panties to sag somewhat, and there was a gap between the poo and Tina’s pussy. Sonia pressed her hand upwards from beneath the gusset, and the poo squished against Tina’s vagina, but when she let go, it sagged back down again. It was still touching Tina’s pussy, but the seal was not as tight as Sonia had hoped.
“I think they’ll still be able to get past that,” she said regretfully. “Perhaps we should put some poo inside you as well, just to make sure.”
Tina shuddered with disgust. “Ugh, well, if you think it’s the only way of keeping them out…” She carefully lay down with her back pressing into a large hill of poo. Spreading her legs, she pulled her poo-filled gusset aside. Instantly several cockroaches swarmed over her exposed pussy. “Quick!” she said.
“It’ll be easier to get the poo in if you hold yourself open,” said Sonia, searching around for a likely-looking poo.
Tina whimpered. The roaches scattered as she sank her index and middle fingers of both hands into her vagina, but they ventured back as she pulled her fingers apart. One of the larger roaches climbed on to her left hand, then ran along her middle finger, disappearing into the dark fleshy tunnel she had opened up. “Oh God!” she groaned. “Hurry, please! They’re getting inside me!”
Another roach slipped between her fingers, and scurried inside her after the first. It was followed immediately afterwards by a third. More roaches were climbing up her legs and bottom from the surrounding poo, and running down from her clothed torso. Her pussy was covered in them, and a steady stream of roaches was soon pouring into her vagina.
Sonia was struggling to find a turd that wasn’t at least partially squished. Finally she said, “Aha!”, and gingerly picked up a short, fat turd that she had overlooked a couple of times as it was absolutely seething with maggots. She turned to Tina’s vagina, and recoiled at the sight of the teenager’s orifice filled with scuttling roach bodies. “Yuck!” she said. “You’re full of them!”
“I know!” wailed Tina. “Can you get them out?”
Sonia shuddered as she reached out and stuck two fingers into Tina’s vagina, scooping out some of the roaches. She brushed them and others off Tina’s pussy, and went back to pull out some more. “Pull yourself wider open,” she said.
Tina did so with a grimace, and Sonia, having made some space inside her, quickly pushed one end of the maggoty poo between Tina’s fingers, eclipsing the squirming mass of roaches deep inside her. Pushing the poo deeper, she soon encountered resistance as the tip of the poo hit the roaches long before reaching Tina’s cervix. Nevertheless she persevered, pushing harder and squishing the poo inside Tina, packing her vagina tightly with a mix of poo and wriggling maggots on top of the many trapped cockroaches.
Almost all of the poo disappeared inside Tina; when Sonia was left with just a couple of inches still sticking out, she squished it inwards, but most of it spread out around Tina’s labia. “Okay,” she said, carefully replacing Tina’s gusset over her sealed vagina. “I’m done.”
“Thanks!” said Tina gratefully, as Sonia helped her to her feet. “I couldn’t bear to think of even more cockroaches getting inside me. The ones already in there are squirming dreadfully!” She shuddered in disgust and clutched her abdomen.
“Well, I owed you one,” said Sonia. “Thanks for saving my life!”
“I’d better get back to the bus,” said Tina. “Good luck with your interview.”
“Good luck with your tennis!” said Sonia.
“Thank you!” As Tina made her way towards the door, she clutched at her hips as her overloaded panties began to descend under the weight of the poo they contained. Pausing before the door, she spent a few moments turning the waistband of her skirt over and over, rolling it up until it was just a thick belt of material around her middle. Now able to hold on to the waistband of her panties, she clutched them tightly and pulled them up, the poo inside squishing between her buttocks and labia as thousands of maggots wriggled disgustingly against her skin. “Bye!” she said, and she stepped outside, kicking the door closed behind her.
Sonia sighed. Now that she was alone again, she had to think about her messy clothing, and what she was going to do about her interview. With cockroaches roaming all over her naked body, and maggots constantly squirming distractingly inside her vagina, she trudged laboriously through the poo to the other side of the room, where her clothes were. With a sigh, she extricated her panties from the pile. Surprisingly they were still clean, having landed on top of her jacket. But everything else, it seemed, was messy to some degree or other, and cockroaches were swarming all over them.
Perhaps they could still be salvaged. There was, after all, a washbasin in here, albeit one that was full of poo. She could clean herself and her clothes, get out of here, and hopefully still make it to her interview in time. She regarded the panties in her hand. She would need a rag to wash herself and her clothes with – her panties would have to do. She would simply go ‘commando’ to her interview – nobody would be any the wiser. It seemed a shame to sacrifice such pretty panties, but it was in a good cause.
She stepped into them and pulled them up, trapping a dozen or so cockroaches around her pussy and buttocks. If she was going to use them as a cleaning rag, it hardly mattered if they got messy. She stooped and picked up the rest of her clothes, then began to carefully carry them towards the basin on the other side of the room. As she passed the mountain of poo covering the toilet, however, a cramp hit her, and she realised that she had still not yet emptied her bowels.
She regarded the poo mountain nervously. It was not as big as it had been before, thanks to her scary mishap on (and inside) it, but it was still an impressively huge mound of poo. It now had two peaks, thanks to her descent through the middle of it. The nearest peak, on the same level as her breasts, was the higher of the two – she decided to call this one Mount Evershit. Beyond it, after the deep valley from which Tina had pulled her, rose the lower, flatter peak which she had smoothed over with her arms – this she named K-Poo.
The near side of Mount Evershit was almost sheer – when she had sunk into the original mountain, she had pushed a large part of the poo behind her backwards, so that the foremost slope of the mountain became a near-vertical cliff. At the foot of this cliff she carefully laid her clothes, while she tried to work out how she was going to empty her bowels over the toilet without getting stuck again.
The summit of K-Poo actually looked quite solid from having been compressed – it looked like she would be able to sit on it without sinking much, and if she hung her bottom over the edge of the valley, she would be able to do her poo into the gap. Not a perfect solution, by any means, but it would probably work.
She attempted to ascend the lower mountain, but her feet sank deep into its gradually-sloping flanks, making it difficult to progress. She threw herself across it, plunging her arms down into the poo, and dragged herself up on to the summit of K-Poo as her breasts pressed into the muck. The front of her panties quickly became coated with poo. Pulling herself up to a sitting position, she swung her legs around until her feet were pointing at the wall, then she scooted backwards so that her bottom was hanging over the trench between the mountains, and her back was resting against the peak of Mount Evershit.
With her weight distributed thus, she was hardly sinking at all. Her thighs and calves, pressing almost evenly over the top of K-Poo, squished into it very little. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, and tugged them down around the curves of her buttocks until her anus was exposed. Then she began to strain.
Unfortunately, the upper slopes of Mount Evershit were not nearly as stable as those of K-Poo, and as she leaned harder against it, the loose assortment of turds that comprised its summit was pushed further and further back. Sonia grunted as her anus opened up, and a thick column of poo poked its head out and began to slowly descend. Sonia strained harder, trying to force it out more quickly, since it was dilating her anus to a painful width. But as she strained, she leaned back further … and suddenly, the upper third of Mount Evershit collapsed, toppling over and crashing down the side of the great poo-cliff to bury Sonia’s clothes almost completely. Sonia, with her back support removed, fell backwards with a yelp, her shoulder blades squishing into what was left of Mount Evershit while her bottom dropped several inches into the low pass between the mountains.
Terrified of being trapped again, Sonia rolled herself sideways off the peaks of both mountains, tumbling down their squishy slopes and planting her face into a particularly smelly and maggot-infested outcrop of poo halfway down. She continued to roll, her own turd still halfway out of her anus and sticking out from between her buttocks, and finally ended up on her back, half-submerged and spitting poo and maggots out of her mouth.
“Ugh!” she exclaimed, and tried to sit up, but this just made her bottom sink so far that poo started creeping over her abdomen, pussy and upper thighs from the sides. She reached into the muck to grab her panties, and, opening them out beneath the surface of the poo, she pulled them up around her buttocks and pussy, capturing a vast amount of poo in the process, including her own. She could feel maggots squirming all around her nether regions now, wriggling against her clitoris and labia. She could also feel maggots writhing against her g-spot, and she savoured the sensations while pushing out the rest of her poo. She realised, with a mixture of disgust and fascination, that she was becoming quite aroused.
“Jeez, Sonia,” she muttered to herself. “Looks like you need a cold shower!”
In fact the thought of getting some nice clean water on to herself was highly appealing. In particular she was desperate to clean her face, which was now so caked in poo that maggots were squirming in the thicker parts. Her hair was also clogged with poo and struggling maggots.
Once she had finished pushing out her first turd into the mass of poo in her panties, she rolled herself on to her front, and reached down through the poo with her arms. She found she could just reach the floor with her fingertips, but only if her chin was completely buried. With difficulty she brought her knees beneath her body, and managed to push herself up to a kneeling position. From there, she was able to struggle to her feet. Her panties, so overloaded that she had to hold on to their sides to keep them from falling down, resembled a huge, brown, slightly lumpy balloon surrounding her loins.
She waded over to the washbasin, and turned on the taps. Nothing happened. She turned them on further, desperately willing water to come out. But not even a drop appeared. “Fuck!” she yelled.
No wonder this place was such a mess, if it did not even have running water! Now Sonia was at a complete loss for what to do. Her plans up until now had all included being able to wash herself before going to her interview. She was not sure what time it was now, but she was fairly sure that she would have to leave very soon if she was not going to be late for the interview.
She hurried over to where she had left her clothes. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed, when she saw a tiny part of her blouse and jacket sticking out from beneath the huge pile of poo that had toppled from the summit of Mount Evershit. Her clothes were ruined! There was no way that she would ever be able to clean them now that they had been buried in poo.
She knelt down, and as she let go of her panties, they stayed in place, supported by the thick depth of poo in which she was kneeling. She dragged her blouse and jacket from beneath the pile, and they brought with them most of her other clothes. She had to go digging for her one of stockings, but she eventually found it. Her shoes were filled with poo. The cups of her bra were filled to overflowing with poo, and crawling with maggots, but she was so messy already that she did not bother to empty them. Her breasts squished into the poo as she fastened her bra at the back, and she felt a wriggling sensation around her nipples. This, together with the similar sensations coming from her clitoris and from inside her, made her feel quite short of breath. She found herself wanting to masturbate, but was afraid of losing any more time.
Lying down in the poo, she pulled on her skirt, but even with the zip pulled down all the way, it had a hard time getting past her massively full panties. After some careful tugging she managed it, but it was so tight that she had to pull it high up around her waist before she could fasten it. This turned it into a very short miniskirt, but she was past caring about that. She opened out her blouse, pulled it on, tucked it into her skirt, and began to fasten the buttons. But her bra was so full of poo that she was only able to fasten the bottom two buttons, which were well below the level of her bra. Her cleavage, and the turds sticking out of her bra cups, were fully exposed.
Her messy hold-up stockings went on next, followed by her jacket. She patted her pocket just to make sure her watch was still there, and froze. It was gone! It must have fallen out when the nail came out of the wall, or perhaps while she was carrying her clothes over to this spot. At any rate, she just had to find it! It held great sentimental value for her.
She got to her feet, and struggled through the deep poo to reach the far wall. Digging desperately in the poo below where the nail had been, she could find nothing. But it was a hopeless task, for as fast as she excavated a hole, poo came oozing in from all sides to fill it. In order to make more progress, she crouched down low and started to shovel poo inside her blouse, pushing it past her breasts to fill the space beneath. When that space was filled, she pressed her hands against her stomach and worked them outwards, forcing the poo in her blouse around her sides until the two huge squishy lumps met again at the back, either side of her spine. She continued to fill up her blouse in this way, until her entire torso was encased in poo and her blouse was threatening to burst at the seams.
She needed more capacity. Pulling her stockings down to her knees, she began to fill them with poo, pulling them up higher and higher as they filled out all around her legs. By the time she had got them up to her upper thighs, they were bulging all over with lumpy turds. She had now dug quite an impressive hole in the thick layer of poo covering the floor, but it was gradually filling up as the surrounding poo slowly flowed inwards.
Frustrated, she stood up and took a step backwards … and almost immediately felt something hard beneath her left heel. Excitedly she dug in that spot, and her fingers closed around her watch. “Yes!” she exclaimed happily. She waded over to where her shoes were resting half-buried in the poo, and picked them up. Then it occurred to her to check the time. She rubbed poo off the face of her watch.
“Shit!” she exclaimed. She only just had enough time to make her interview, if she set off right now. She stumbled over to the door, flung it open, and sank her toes into the poo in her shoes. It splurged out as she got each heel in, but the squishy sensation, which would have disgusted her an hour ago, now barely registered. She waddled towards her car, clutching the sides of her skirt to prevent her poo-filled panties from falling down. She fished her keys out of her pocket – thankfully they had not fallen out too! – opened the driver's door, and climbed in. As she settled down into her seat, the poo in her panties squished against her pussy, and she shivered at the feeling of maggots squirming against her breasts, pussy, and g-spot.
She drove quickly, but without going too much over the speed limit. Her steering wheel soon became coated with poo, but fortunately it did not become too slippery. Whenever she stopped at an intersection next to another car, she tried to ignore the startled looks as the other drivers took in her poo-covered face and matted, lump-filled hair.
She arrived at her destination, and climbed out of her car rather stickily. Several lumps of poo, squeezed out of her panties, dropped on to the tarmac between her feet; she quickly stooped, picked them up, pulled up the front of her skirt, and tucked the lumps into her panties. Then she made for the entrance of the building at her fastest waddle, and reached the reception desk with just thirty seconds to spare.
“Ugh, oh my God! Get out of here!” screamed the receptionist, an attractive young black-haired woman in her thirties.
“I’m here for an interview!” said Sonia. “My name’s Sonia Carter. Call Jennifer Richards – she’s expecting me.”
The receptionist backed away, holding her nose. “Is she expecting you to be covered in shit?”
“Well no,” confessed Sonia, feeling horribly embarrassed. “But could you please call her anyway? This interview’s really important to me!”
The receptionist gingerly approached her desk, dialled, hit speakerphone, and backed away again hurriedly.
“Hello?”
“Jennifer, there’s a woman here to see you – Sonia Carter – says she’s here for an interview…?”
“Oh yes – send her to the Clarksville conference room please.”
“But she’s…” began the receptionist, but from the speakerphone there came a ‘click’ as Jennifer hung up. She looked up at Sonia. “Well I wish I could be there to see the look on Jennifer’s face when she sees you,” she said. “Go on then – through the double doors, take a right, and it’s the third door on your right.”
“Thanks,” said Sonia gratefully, and rather breathlessly. The maggots were being particularly active at the moment. She hurried through the doors, turned right, and ignored the stares and gasps of shock as she passed several people in the corridor. She knocked on the third door on her right, and entered.
Two men and a woman were sitting along one side of a conference table in the middle of the room. The woman was in her late thirties, and immaculately groomed, with straight blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. In Sonia’s opinion she was attractive, though Austin would have said that her face was too round. The men were similar in build – slightly overweight – but facially they could hardly have been more different. One had grey hair with a moustache and beard, while the other was clean-shaven and possessed one of the most prominent Roman noses that Sonia had ever seen.
All of them jumped to their feet as Sonia entered. “Holy shit!” exclaimed one of the men. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Get out, at once!” cried the woman, flinging her hand out towards the door.
“Please, just give me a chance!” pleaded Sonia. “I know I’m perfect for this job.”
They stared at her incredulously. “You’re Sonia?” asked the woman, whom Sonia assumed to be Jennifer.
“Yes!” said Sonia. “I’m sorry about this mess – I had a little accident on the way here.”
“A little accident?” said the man who had spoken first.
“Well okay – a big one!” said Sonia. “I stopped to use the restroom at a little gas station…”
“Ohhh,” said Jennifer, nodding. “The one with all the piles of poo in it?”
“Yes!” said Sonia. “That’s the one.”
“I’ve heard of it,” said the man who had not yet spoken – he of the Roman nose. “My wife stopped there once – she said it was an awful mess. She got covered in shit too … but fortunately she had cleaned up before I got home!”
“I’ve been there a few times,” said Jennifer. “It’s horrible! I only use it if I’m absolutely desperate – it’s impossible not to get messy there!”
“All right, well I suppose you’ve got an excuse then,” said the first man. “But I think we’d all appreciate it if you remained standing – these chairs are quite expensive!”
“Thank you!” said Sonia. “I don’t mind standing.”
“All right!” he said. “Well, I’m Chad, this is Marty, and this is Jennifer. I’m the managing director here, Marty’s the marketing director, and Jennifer’s the Sales and Marketing VP – she’s flown in especially for this interview.”
“Pleased to meet you all,” said Sonia, stepping around the end of the table and extending a hand, only to drop it again as they recoiled from her. “Sorry.”
“No, no,” said Jennifer, frowning at her two colleagues. “We shouldn’t be so squeamish. I’ll shake your hand, Sonia.” And she bravely extended her beautifully manicured right hand.
“That’s so nice of you!” said Sonia. “Thank you – I appreciate it – but I wouldn’t want to get you messy. I just wasn’t thinking.”
“All right then,” said Jennifer, withdrawing her hand in obvious relief. “And you know what – don’t worry about the chair. Take a seat – I want you to feel comfortable.”
“Oh no, it’s okay…” began Sonia, but Chad shook his head.
“No, Jennifer’s right. Please, sit down, Sonia.”
“Okay,” said Sonia, and she pulled a chair away from the table and sat down slowly. In order not to lose too much poo from her panties, she parted her legs as she sat, so that the poo around her buttocks was forced between her legs and pushed out the front of her panties even further. Her skirt, which had ridden up even further since she had left the toilet, was doing a poor job of covering her panties, and her interviewers watched with wide eyes as her brown panties bulged hugely between her legs. “Sorry about the view,” Sonia apologised, gesturing between her legs. “If I close my legs, the poo will be squeezed out of my panties.”
“No, that’s all right,” said Marty, with a slightly forced laugh. “I’m sure we don’t mind seeing your panties.”
“Can we get on with the interview, do you think?” suggested Chad, and the other two nodded. “Sonia, we’ve all read your résumé and it definitely appeals to us, but I’d like to know: what do you think you would be able to accomplish for us here?”
“Well,” said Sonia, and then she shivered as a maggot, which had crawled up beneath her clitoral hood and got stuck, squirmed deliciously, directly against her clitoris. “Oh God,” she muttered.
“Something wrong?” asked Marty.
“Sorry,” said Sonia, blushing, “but there are maggots in my panties and they’re tickling my … ooh!!”
“Do you need to take care of it?” asked Jennifer, raising an eyebrow.
“Uhhhh … yes please!” gasped Sonia, and throwing her knee up over the armrest of her chair, she reached between her legs and sank her fingers into the thick mass of poo which was holding her panties away from her pussy. Finding her clitoris, she rubbed it furiously, her excitement building rapidly while her other hand, sinking into the poo from the other side, found her vagina. She slid two fingers deep inside herself, and thrust them in and out while her moans grew louder and more frantic. At last she reached her long-awaited climax.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” she screamed, her body arching and her legs flailing up in the air. “AAAAAAaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh…oh my god…”
Coming down from her orgasm, she looked up at her interviewers sheepishly. “Sorry about that,” she said, slowing down the pace of her finger-fucking.
Marty cleared his throat. “Quite all right,” he said.
“That wasn’t really what I had in mind,” said Jennifer, “when I asked if you wanted to take care of it … but okay…”
“In answer to your question,” said Sonia, removing her hands from her panties and wiping them on her jacket, “I believe I can apply the many learnings I have acquired in my previous experience of working with managers at my own level and below. In the past few years I have undertaken a great many projects, many of them being my own initiatives, and…”
And so the interview went on. Questions were asked; Sonia fielded them with aplomb. The interviewers at first seemed frequently distracted by her wide-open legs and the poo leaking out of her bulging panties, but they soon began to focus on the obvious skills she was bringing to the table.
Eventually Jennifer said, “Well Sonia, I think that’s all the questions we have. I must say, we’re very impressed with what you have to offer. We’ll contact you in the next couple of days to let you know our decision.”
“Thank you!” said Sonia, getting to her feet. Glancing down at the chair, she saw that she had left several chunks of poo on it, and some had even fallen on to the floor. Hiking up her skirt around her waist, she retrieved all of the chunks, and tucked them into the front of her panties.
“Well,” said Marty, “I for one am not going to worry about a little bit of poo. “Come on around here, Sonia – I’m going to shake your hand.”
“If you’re sure!” said Sonia, smiling as she went around to the interviewers’ side of the table.
“Absolutely,” said Marty.
“Me too,” said Jennifer.
“And me!” said Chad, with a warm smile.
Jennifer was nearest, so Sonia shook her hand first. Then she had to lean over to Jennifer in order to shake Marty’s hand. Unfortunately, as she leaned forward, a large chunk of poo fell from her cleavage, and dropped right into Jennifer’s. “Oh my God!” exclaimed Jennifer, as she watched the poo disappear inside the round-necked, thin white top that she was wearing beneath her jacket.
“Oops! Oh no – I’m so sorry!” said Sonia, clasping her hands to her cheeks.
But Jennifer looked up at her colleagues, and then they all burst out laughing. “Don’t worry, Sonia,” said Jennifer. “I’ve had worse, thanks to that awful toilet.”
Sonia leaned forwards again, shook Marty’s hand, and then leaned over still further to shake Chad’s. Another piece of poo fell from her blouse, this time landing on the outside of Jennifer’s jacket, and bouncing on to her lap. Jennifer sighed, and then chuckled again. She picked up the chunk of poo, and tucked it into the front of Sonia’s panties. Then, with a giggle, she placed her hand against the bulging material, and pressed it inwards so that the poo squished against Sonia’s pussy, making Sonia gasp.
“Hey, that’s sexual harassment, Jennifer,” said Chad with a mischievous grin.
“Yeah,” agreed Marty, chuckling. “Maybe Sonia should put some poo in your panties!”
Jennifer shrieked as Marty grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet, while Chad, laughing, pulled up the front of her skirt. “Quick, Sonia!” he said.
Giggling gleefully, Sonia pulled a double-handful of poo out of the back of her panties, and, as Chad held open Jennifer’s pink lace panties, revealing a completely shaved pussy, she slapped the poo against Jennifer’s labia. Then, when Chad let Jennifer’s panties go, Sonia placed her palm over the bulge, and squished the poo against Jennifer’s pussy.
“More! More!” exclaimed Marty excitedly.
“Nooooo! No more!” squealed Jennifer, giggling as she struggled ineffectually to escape.
Sonia, laughing, fished a large chunk out of her poo-packed blouse, and tucked it, too, into the front of Jennifer’s panties. “Let’s do the back!” she said.
“Okay!” agreed Marty, and he turned the shrieking Jennifer around, while Chad pulled up her skirt high above her waist. Sonia retrieved handful after handful of poo from her blouse, and, while Chad held open Jennifer’s panties, she filled them up until they were bulging almost as much as her own.
“Ewww!” cried Jennifer in disgust. “You guys are SO fired!”
“Put some inside her!” said Marty, turning Jennifer around again.
“Yeah! Yeah!” said Chad, lifting up Jennifer’s legs and holding them wide apart.
“Oh noooo!” cried Jennifer, eying with wide-eyed horror a thick, maggot-filled turd that Sonia had just pulled out of her blouse. “Not inside meeeee…!”
But Sonia just grinned as she pulled aside the gusset of Jennifer’s panties, and slowly pushed the tip of the thick turd against the opening of Jennifer’s vagina. Gradually it sank in, to squeals of either disgust or excitement from Jennifer – it was hard to tell which. But when it was more than halfway in, Sonia began to thrust it in and out … and, after half a minute of this, Jennifer’s breaths began to come in gasps. “Oh God!” she moaned.
“She’s enjoying it!” cried Marty in delight. “My goodness, look at all of those maggots!”
“Stuff it all inside her!” said Chad.
But Sonia continued to thrust the turd in and out of Jennifer, until the blonde woman started to buck her hips and moan loudly in ecstasy. “Yes! Yes!” she cried, as Marty massaged her breasts through her blouse. “Oh my God…” Then she relaxed, sighing happily, and Sonia pushed the turd all the way inside her, squishing it from the outside and packing it in until it was completely within Jennifer’s vagina. Then she replaced Jennifer’s panties across her pussy.
“Ohhhh,” said Jennifer, sitting down squelchily as Marty released her. “You guys – that was intense… However am I going to explain this to Jerry?”
Sonia grinned. “Just say you had an accident,” she said, and they all laughed. Then a cramp in Sonia’s bowel reminded her of something. “Oh gosh,” she said. “In all of the excitement at the toilet – if you can call it that – I totally forgot to finish my poo. Do you mind if I use your restroom before I go?”
“Not at all,” said Marty. “Although I think you should do it in Jennifer’s bra!”
Jennifer chuckled. “What the hell – I’m already messy.” She pulled up her top, and then held open the cups of her bra.
“Wow, you have really pretty breasts,” said Sonia admiringly. “But … are you sure about this?”
“Thanks!” said Jennifer. “And yes I'm sure – you can go ahead.”
Sonia turned around, and lowered her panties as she backed towards Jennifer. As she positioned her bottom over the left cup of Jennifer’s C-cup bra, a chunk of maggoty poo fell onto Jennifer’s lap. Jennifer picked it up and dropped it into her left bra cup, and then watched as a new turd slowly descended from Sonia’s anus. She caught it in the same cup, and giggled in amusement as she watched it curl up and pile over her breast, burying her nipple. It broke off, and Jennifer patted it down before letting her bra cup go.
Sonia’s next poo went into Jennifer’s right bra cup – it was softer and longer than the previous turd, and the cup quickly started to overflow. Jennifer watched as a long chunk fell down on to her lap, then she picked it up and tucked it into the front of her panties. When Sonia had finished pooping, she let her bra go and pulled her top back down.
“All right,” she said. “I think you’d better go, Sonia, before I get any messier!”
“Okay,” said Sonia. “Thanks for being so understanding about my accident.”
“Don’t mention it,” said Marty, caressing Jennifer’s breasts through her top, squishing and rubbing the poo in her bra against her nipples.
Once Sonia had left, Jennifer said, “All right Marty, stop that – we’re not having an affair.”
Chastened, Marty stepped back away from her. “So, what do we think?” he asked.
“If she can keep that good of a head on her shoulders while she’s covered in poo and maggots,” said Chad, “I think she’ll be a formidable sales director.”
“I agree,” said Jennifer. “I think she’s perfect.”
“No argument from me,” said Marty. “Sonia it is, then!”
Jennifer smiled. “No point in leaving her in suspense – I’ll tell her myself.” She got to her feet, and waddled out of the room after Sonia. “Don’t even!” she scowled at the astonished faces that stared at her as she passed.
She caught up with Sonia at the reception desk. The receptionist almost choked on her coffee as she saw Jennifer’s bulging panties. “Sonia!” said Jennifer.
“Yes?” said Sonia, turning in surprise.
“Just wanted to tell you that you’ve got the job,” said Jennifer. “It was unanimous, so there was no point in keeping you in suspense.”
“Yay! Oh thank you!” cried Sonia happily. On an impulse, she hugged Jennifer, who started in surprise, but then returned the hug, the two women’s breasts squishing together through layers of clothing, poo and maggots. They laughed at this sensation, and Sonia naughtily rubbed her chest back and forth over Jennifer’s.
“Hey!” said Jennifer, chuckling, and she reached down to squish Sonia’s panties against her bottom. But she misjudged, and instead sank her hand into the poo trapped against Sonia’s bottom. Undeterred, she slid her hand between Sonia’s buttocks, squishing a chunk of poo against Sonia’s anus.
Sonia gasped, and pulled her head back to look at Jennifer’s face. Their eyes met, and then their lips were locking in a passionate kiss, Jennifer’s tongue writhing against Sonia’s as they held each other in a tight embrace. Jennifer broke off first, and, breathing heavily, she whispered in Sonia’s ear, “Oh my God, you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met…”
Sonia closed her eyes and reached down into the front of Jennifer’s panties, stroking her clitoris as they kissed again. Kneeling down together, and then lowering themselves on to the floor to lie next to each other, they pulled each other’s blouses open, buttons popping off as thick slabs of poo fell from Sonia’s torso on to the floor between them. Jennifer picked up some of it and lay back, piling it on to her torso. Sonia helped, and when all of the poo was off the floor, Sonia lay down on top of her, squishing the poo between their bare bellies. They kissed again, and if Jennifer was bothered by the occasional bit of poo that found its way into her mouth, she did not show it.
They slid their hands down inside each other’s panties, and rubbed each other while continuously kissing. After a few minutes of this, they both climaxed, Sonia a little after Jennifer, and then they put their arms around each other and cuddled. Entwining her legs around Jennifer’s, Sonia nuzzled her head into Jennifer’s neck, and she closed her eyes. Exhausted from their lovemaking, they drifted off to sleep, as twelve o’clock approached, and the office workers beyond the double doors prepared to leave the building for lunch...