“I’m just going to the Quarterly Review meeting,” said Gail Stratton, pausing in her purposeful march down the aisle. “Want to come along?”
Gwen Waverley gulped. “Me?” she inquired nervously. “Wouldn’t one of the others be more ... suitable?”
Gail laughed. “Come on Gwen,” she said. “You look like I just asked you to step into a lion’s den! The scariest person there will be Nelson Baker, and you’ve already met him several times. Don’t worry – I won’t ask you to say anything. You’ll just be there to see what goes on.”
“All right,” said Gwen with a half-hearted smile. “Should I bring my laptop?”
“No,” said Gail firmly. “Just a pad and a pen will be fine. You want to look attentive, not distracted.”
Gwen nodded. Grabbing her pad and pen, she followed Gail down the aisle to the Clearwater conference room, where the most important meetings were generally held. She shivered nervously as she approached the glass double doors.
At five foot one, Gwen frequently felt small and insignificant in the male-dominated office. Even Gail, at five foot nine, towered over her. She felt like a little girl, pulled out of school and thrust into a big-people world in which she did not belong.
Gail had tried to coax her out of her shell, to get her to make her mark ... but in truth, Gwen was far more comfortable in the shadows. Insignificance made her feel safe. Plain of countenance, she wore no make-up to enhance her attractiveness. Her shoulder-length, mousy brown her was unstyled. Her drab grey sweater and calf-length brown corduroy skirt were typical components of a wardrobe design to deflect attention.
She was thirty-three years old, and single. Yes, she was often lonely, but she had her cats and her fish and her sweet elderly neighbours who invited her round for tea every weekend. She needed no boyfriend – she had tried that, years ago, and it had been awful. For eight miserable months he had used her and controlled her, put her into more uncomfortable situations than she could count, and cheated on her. On the day she had come home to find his things gone (as well as a few of hers), she had felt nothing but relief.
Entering the conference room, she avoided eye-contact as she sat down as far away from anyone else as possible. Then, through a protective veil of hair, she glanced around the table at the other attendees. Seven of the eighteen chairs were already filled, including those occupied by herself and Gail.
Opposite her was Willard Coen, the operations director, who at sixty-three years of age was the oldest person in the room (and, indeed, the oldest employee in the building). Known for being rather set in his ways, he grumpily resisted any and all attempts at modernisation. Despite this, he was considered a great asset to the company, with a huge depth of experience and exceptional leadership skills.
Next to Willard was Lenny Powell, the purchasing manager. Balding, he had taken the decision five years ago to completely shave his head, and now it was hard to imagine him with hair. Witty and likeable, he was one of the few men ever to engage Gwen in conversation in the kitchen.
At one end of the table was Magnus Olafson, the accounts payable team lead. At thirty-seven years old, he was close to Gwen’s own age, but he could hardly be more different from her. Loud and dynamic, he had a flair for hyperbole and a reputation for getting himself into trouble of one sort or other. In the past month alone, he had crashed his Lexus into a pond, climbed up the outside of the building to retrieve a baseball he had tried (and failed) to throw over it, and narrowly avoided being arrested after drunkenly attempting to enter the wrong house.
Corey Hoffman, a few chairs down from Gwen, was the customer service manager. Tall and gaunt-looking, with wiry grey hair, he spoke in a low, deep voice and – like Gwen – tended to avoid eye contact. He also tended to stare at women’s chests as he talked to them – Gwen had heard this from Gail, who often wore low-cut tops.
Over the next couple of minutes, more people arrived. Brian Stockwell, the network manager, sat down two chairs away from Gwen but completely ignored her. May Furst, the youngest attendee at twenty-nine years of age, was a bubbly, annoyingly giggly customer service rep. Her team-mate Sly Forrester, a quiet and unassuming behemoth of a man, settled into a chair that creaked in protest at such mistreatment.
The last to arrive were Brett Holden, a web designer a couple of years younger than Gwen, Al Kline, a pony-tailed credit controller who had apparently been in a heavy metal band back in the eighties, and Nelson Baker, the VP of sales.
Rumour had it that Nelson had once fired a junior employee for simply failing to look busy as he passed her cube. His fuse was notoriously short, he demanded excellence of his managers, and he was not above berating his staff in public. Most people were nervous around him – Gwen included, though she had never personally witnessed any of his tyrannical behaviour.
The stocky fifty-two year-old sat down at the head of the table. “Good morning,” he said gruffly, as he plugged his laptop into the projector. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
A PowerPoint presentation appeared on the screen behind Magnus, who rolled his chair around the corner of the table and then turned around so he could see better.
“Second quarter – production 95% of budget,” said Nelson, “but with the shutdown that’s not surprising. Sales were 101% of budget, which was great, but the shutdown came near the end of the quarter so its impact won’t be felt until Q3. Both production and sales were up over last year, as expected – 107% and 109% respectively – so overall we’re doing pretty well.”
He clicked to the next slide. “With the Murchison acquisition coming up in Q4, we’ll be looking at a slightly altered sales landscape. They have three production lines – 1 and 3 are similar to our lines B and E, but their line 2 is a specialty grade that we don’t currently offer. We’re excited about the new opportunities that will bring.”
As he went on, Gwen paid close attention, and took copious notes. But then Nelson paused, and said, “I can send you a copy of this presentation, Gwen, if you like. Save you from taking all these notes.”
“Oh,” said Gwen, blushing in embarrassment. “Thank you.” She stopped taking notes.
But the note-taking had been keeping her alert. As Nelson droned on, slide after slide, her attention began to wander. The room was getting quite warm, with all of the body heat and the projector running, and she started to feel a little drowsy. Alarmed at the thought of falling asleep, she sat up straighter, blinked a few times, and pinched her thigh through her skirt. She realised she had lost track of what Nelson was saying, and resumed listening to his words.
“The market is projected to soften in the coming months, so we need to push sales aggressively,” he said, his face stern. “That means more cold-calling, a focus on pushing high-margin products, following up on ancillary charges, and most importantly, impressing the customer with excellent service. We can maintain our sales levels, but it will take work. We need to distinguish ourselves from the competition. We can’t do that on price, so we have to demonstrate we’re the highest-quality option.”
“That shouldn’t be too hard,” said Willard with a chuckle, “since our main competitor is apparently being run by a pervert.”
“What?” said Magnus, as all ears in the room suddenly perked up. “Did I miss a news item?”
“Mark Holburg got himself arrested last week,” said Willard with a shrug. “He was caught having sex in a parked car on the shoulder of the interstate.”
“Whoa!” said Magnus, impressed. “I bet his wife wasn’t too happy about that!”
“Probably not,” said Willard. “She’s the one he was having sex with.” Incredulous laughter rippled through the room.
“Wait,” said Gail, looking baffled. “You’re telling me the CEO of Morton Polymers pulled over on the interstate in order to have sex ... with his wife?”
“He couldn’t wait until they got home?” wondered Lenny aloud.
“Maybe they have a fetish for having sex in public places,” said May with a giggle. “I hear that’s a thing...”
“Stupid fetish!” remarked Brett Holden. “Stupid to risk everything for it, anyway.”
“I don’t understand why anyone would want to have sex in public,” said Lenny with a shudder. “I’d just die if someone saw me and Margie in the act.”
“Well let’s not speculate,” said Nelson, with a disapproving frown. “The man’s going through a lot; I’m sure he regrets his actions now. And let’s not judge – I’ve known Mark for years and he’s a stand-up guy. Let him who is without sin cast the first stone, as a certain carpenter’s son once said. I’m sure we all have our own little fetishes that other people would make fun of. Think how you all would feel if yours became public knowledge.”
Brett shook his head. “Not me,” he said. “I’m quite normal, thank you very much.”
“Then you’re boring,” retorted Gail. “Anyone interesting has got some kind of secret fetish. I’m not ashamed to admit that I have.”
“What is it?” asked Magnus, suddenly curious.
Gail laughed. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be much of a secret, now would it?” she said.
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” Magnus replied with a grin.
“Somehow I suspect yours is a long list, Magnus,” said Nelson with a chuckle.
“Two women at once,” said Brett suddenly. “That’s my fetish.”
“It’s not really a fetish,” snorted Gail. “And it’s still boring. Every man wants two women at once.”
“True dat,” confirmed Brian.
“I’ll see your ‘two women at once’, Brett,” said Al Kline, “and I’ll raise you a ‘fondness for wearing women’s underwear’.”
May giggled. “Really, Al? I think I need visual proof of that!” she teased him.
Al shrugged, then he got to his feet, reached into his chinos, and tugged out the waistband of what was clearly a pair of women’s lacy pink panties.
Both May and Gail, along with several of the men, immediately burst out laughing. Even Gwen giggled quietly to herself, though she was quite in awe of how casually and confidently Al could admit to something so personal and embarrassing. She herself had a secret fetish, but there was no way she would admit to it in this company (or indeed in any company).
“Well!” said Nelson. “We’ve just learned more about Al than we were expecting to ... or indeed hoping to. It seems our quarterly review has been derailed somewhat, and we should get back to that ... but first, I can’t help noticing that while Gail and May have been vocal enough about other people’s fetishes, they haven’t confessed their own...”
Corey chuckled lecherously. “Go on May,” he said. “Let’s hear yours.”
“Oh no!” May laughed. “Mine’s way too ‘out there’ for this crowd.”
“Mine too,” said Gail, smirking. “I guess we women are just more adventurous than you men.”
“Don’t bet on it,” said Nelson. “I used to do some pretty wild things with my first wife.”
“Yeah?” inquired Gail. “Wild by whose standard?”
“I once dressed up like a baby and drank milk from my wife’s breast,” blurted out Corey. “While she was nursing our first.”
A stricken silence fell upon the room, as everyone stared at Corey in shock. Then Nelson burst into a hearty guffaw, laying his head down and pounding the table with his fist while his shoulders shook. The tension in the room was released, and everybody erupted with laughter.
“I always knew you were a weirdo, Corey!” gasped Nelson, wiping a tear from his eye. “Well done buddy, I think you just won. It certainly beats mine!”
“Go on then, Nelson, tell us yours,” said Gail. “If it’s not as bad as Corey’s, I think we can handle it.”
“I’ll share mine if you share yours,” he replied.
“Not fair – mine’s kinkier than Corey’s,” said Gail.
“Too bad,” said Nelson, a little smugly. “That’s the deal.”
“How about you, Sly?” asked Al. “Got any kinky fetishes to confess?”
Sly cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Well I suppose I do,” he muttered. “But I’d rather not go next. What about Gwen? She’s being very quiet.”
“Gwen’s always quiet,” said Gail with a smile. “Aren’t you, Gwen? Probably got a doozy of a fetish to share though, I’ll bet.”
Gwen ducked her head in a panic. “I really don’t,” she said hastily.
The others laughed. “Well that’s a guilty look, if ever I saw one!” said Lenny, grinning. “But I’m happy to go next, if only to get the attention off Gwen, who seems to wish the floor would swallow her up.” He paused, then said, “My thing is, my girlfriend and I like to photograph each other naked in public places. It started with just me photographing her, but after a while she thought that wasn’t fair, and wanted to try switching roles. And I discovered I quite liked it. So ... that’s what we do.”
“That’s cool,” said May. “What’s the most public place you’ve been naked in?”
“Church,” admits Lenny. “The back pew. Fortunately our minister is quite near-sighted and nobody turned around...”
There was more laughter. “My turn!” said Willard. “Course, I haven’t done this in a good many years, but in my youth ... well, it was the seventies, you know. Before the AIDS scare and whatnot. My wife and I ... well, we used to go to swinging parties...”
“Go Willard!” said Gail, impressed.
But then Willard looked a little dismayed. “You know, Paula wouldn’t be happy if she knew I’d shared that... I’d appreciate it if you could all keep it a secret...”
“I think that goes for all of our secrets,” said Nelson. “Can we all agree that whatever fetishes are discussed here go no further than this room?”
“Absolutely,” said Lenny, looking relieved. One by one, everyone else nodded their assent.
“In that case,” said Gail, “I’m ready to take that deal, Nelson.”
“Oh?” said Nelson, amused. “Go on then.”
Gail hesitated. “No further than this room, right?” she said.
“Right,” agreed Nelson.
Gail’s cheeks had turned quite pink. Gwen was intrigued – she had never seen Gail embarrassed before. She could not help wondering what Gail’s big secret was – and if it was kinkier than her own fetish.
“Sometimes,” said Gail, staring at the table, “if I’m home alone, I’ll smear peanut butter on my pussy, and let Jerome lick it off.”
There were a few gasps, including one from Gwen, and a few blank looks. “Who’s Jerome?” asked Corey.
“Her German Shepherd!” exclaimed Willlard.
Gwen was astonished. She would never look at her boss the same way again. “Gail!” she said, shocked.
“Yes, Gwen?” replied Gail, a challenging expression on her face. “You want to go next?” Gwen immediately shrank away, shaking her head.
“I believe it’s my turn anyway,” said Nelson. “All right – my first wife and I liked to play with messy food. We covered each other in whipped cream, baked beans, creamed rice ... anything messy. Rubbed it all into each other’s intimate parts, had sex in all the mess ... that kind of thing. It’s called sploshing – there’s a whole community out there. So, there you go.”
Brian laughed. “Well, we ARE learning new things about each other, aren’t we? I suppose I’ll go next, since my thing doesn’t seem nearly so kinky after some of yours. It’s bondage. I like it when Clara ties me up and has her way with me. She’s very good at teasing – driving me crazy with desire until ... well, you get the idea.”
Gwen was starting to feel very nervous. There was no way she could share her own fetish – and yet, if everyone else shared theirs, she would feel enormously pressured to do so. She hoped that someone else would refuse, and then she would not feel so bad about keeping her secret. She suspected May would open up readily enough, but Sly was a very private person – perhaps he would be a fellow holdout.
“My turn, then!” said Magnus cheerfully. “My weirdest thing I guess is that I’m turned on by amputees.” Everyone stared at him. “Well, some of you know that my wife Annie is a veteran of the Iraq war – what you may not know, because she hides it well, is that her right leg is missing below the knee. An IED ripped right through her vehicle, took part of her leg clean off. She has a prosthetic replacement but, of course, I ask her to take it off when we have sex. I like to play with the stump.”
“Dude!” said Brett, aghast. “That’s pretty fucked up!”
“What does Annie think about your fetish?” inquired Nelson.
“Oh, she thinks it’s funny,” said Magnus with a shrug. “She’s quite happy for me to play with it – in fact she likes it. Strangely enough it’s become a bit of an erogenous zone for her.”
“Well that was before I knew what deviants you all are,” said Brett candidly. “Truth is, I was kinda holding out on you before. My main thing is ... upskirting.”
“Just looking, or taking photos?” asked Gail a little warily.
“Photos,” said Brett. “But I hasten to add, I haven’t done it in years. Too risky! I wouldn’t want to get arrested. But when I was a student, I used to go around crowded places like shopping malls with a sports bag, with a camera hidden in it ... and I would subtly position the camera beneath a young woman’s skirt...” He trailed off, and cleared his throat.
“Pervert,” said Gail with a smirk. “Though I guess I can’t talk. All right May – it’s time we heard from another woman.”
“Oh god,” said May anxiously. “I guess I should just get this out of the way. I ... sometimes I like to go to the bait shop and buy a tub of maggots. And then...” She hesitated, biting her lip. Her next words came out in a rush. “Then I pull open my panties, and pour the maggots inside.” She pressed her hands to her cheeks, and giggled nervously.
Brett shuddered. “Oh, that’s gross,” he said.
“Actually, I think it’s pretty exciting!” said Brian.
“Me too,” said Sly.
“Ugh, just thinking about it is making me squirm,” said Gail. “Aren’t you afraid they’ll ... you know ... get inside you?”
“They generally don’t do that,” said May cheerfully. “I have to push them in.” Then she slapped her hand to her mouth with a little squeal.
“Ewww!” exclaimed Gail, as the others laughed or uttered similar expressions of disgust.
“What does your husband think about it?” inquired Brian.
“Oh, Troy’s fine with it,” said May with a shrug, “as long as I make sure I clean myself thoroughly afterwards.”
Gwen was stunned. May’s admission was pretty much on a par with her own fetish. With all of these revelations, and everyone agreeing to keep each other’s secrets, could she, perhaps, bring herself to confess her own shameful habit?
“All right,” said Sly with a deep sigh. “Here’s mine. I like furry porn.”
Brett snorted with laughter, but some people looked confused, so Sly continued. “You know ... hot female cartoon characters with traits of furry animals – tails, big pointy ears, and of course fur.”
“Have you been to any furry conventions?” asked May politely.
Sly shook his head. “I’d like to, but it’s a little hard to find a costume in my size,” he said. “And I can’t sew.”
“I could make one for you!” May offered enthusiastically. “I’d be happy to!”
“You would?” Sly asked, looking hopeful.
“Sure!” she said, reaching out and patting his hand.
Gwen could not help noticing that several pairs of eyes had now turned toward her, and she fought a sense of panic rising within her. She wanted nothing more than to get up and flee from the room, but as she gradually became the sole focus of everyone’s attention, she felt rooted to the spot. She smiled, glassy-eyed, and stared fixedly at the table in front of her.
“Come on Gwen,” said Gail, sounding amused. “You can’t let us down now. What’s your fetish?”
Blood suffused Gwen’s cheeks and roared in her ears. She felt trapped. It occurred to her that she could make something up – some innocuous fetish that would seem tame next to May’s or Gail’s – but she was aware that she was a horribly unconvincing liar.
“Um...” she began. ‘Everyone else did this,’ she told herself. ‘You can do it too.’ She found she was hyperventilating, and forced herself to breathe normally. Her hands were shaking. “I ... I like to...” The words we’re sticking in her threat.
“Come on, Gwen,” said Nelson encouragingly. “Judgment-free zone here! Tell us what you like to do.”
Sweat was beading on Gwen’s forehead. “Oh heck – here goes,” she muttered. “I ... I like to poop in my panties.”
“What did she say?” asked Corey, who had not quite heard her.
“She’s a panty-pooper!” said May in delight. “Good for you, Gwen!”
There were chuckles all around the table. “Eww,” says Gail with a shudder. “That’s nasty. Doesn’t the smell kill the mood for you?”
Gwen’s brain was in a turmoil. On the one hand, she was horrified that her disgusting secret was now out there, known by almost a dozen of her colleagues and superiors. On the other, she felt a wonderful sense of relief at having unburdened herself. ‘I did it!’ she said to herself. ‘I did it.’ Out loud, though still carefully avoiding eye contact with anybody, she said awkwardly, “You get used to the smell.”
“Well Gwen just got a whole lot more interesting!” remarked Willard. “I’d never have guessed that was coming.”
“So do you do it at home, Gwen...?” inquired Lenny. “Or...”
“I pretty much only do it at home,” said Gwen, nodding. “Mostly in the bathroom ... but not always.” Strangely, now that the secret was out, she felt more at ease. She had nothing to hide now. “It’s actually more exciting to do it in another room, then go and clean up in the bathroom.”
“But what’s the appeal?” asked Gail, baffled. “It’s smelly, it’s messy ... I don’t get it.”
“The mess is part of the appeal, I’d guess,” said Nelson. “It certainly was for me, with the sploshing.”
“Yes,” said Gwen, nodding. “But also the naughtiness – the whole taboo of it. It’s like, it’s so engrained in us from a young age that we mustn’t touch our poop, that we shouldn’t play with it, that it’s gross to mess our underwear ... it’s exciting to deliberately subvert that. To poop without pulling my panties down first ... that’s so naughty! To do it when I’m not even in the bathroom ... even naughtier!”
Lenny laughed. “Sounds like you’ve got a whole philosophy going there, Gwen,” he said.
“Do you do this every day...?” asked May curiously. “Or is it a special occasion type of thing?”
“I never poop in a toilet if I can help it,” said Gwen, feeling more and more comfortable with talking about her fetish. “But no, it’s not every day. I like to pretend I’m having an accident ... like ‘Oh my god I can’t hold it in anymore!’ So I generally hold it in as long as possible. Usually that’s three or four days.”
“Yikes,” said Al. “You must be bursting at the end of that time!”
“I’ve had some close calls,” Gwen admitted. “One time I was here at the office, and the pain just got so bad I had to run to the restroom.”
“And did you poop in the toilet, or in your panties?” inquired Brian, with a slight smirk.
Gwen blushed. “In my panties,” she said. “Well I had a spare pair with me, so I just thought, ‘Why not?’ I didn’t play with it or anything – just emptied my panties out, cleaned them as best I could, and went back to my desk.”
“It’s like I’ve never really known you!” said Gail, shaking her head in disbelief. “What does ‘playing with it’ involve, dare I ask?”
Gwen hung her head. “Um ... well ... I like to, kind of ... sit in it...”
“Ewww!” exclaimed Gail, as May laughed and clapped her hands.
“I bet it feels lovely, squishing against you ... right Gwen?” said May with a grin.
“It does,” Gwen admitted.
“Sounds like you want to try it yourself, May!” remarked Sly.
May giggled. “No, not me,” she said. “I don’t think I could get over the smell.”
“You never know till you try,” said Gwen quietly, secretly thinking it would be nice to have a kindred spirit in her fetish.
“After three or four days,” said Magnus, his brow furrowed, “your poop must be ... massive!”
“Yes, there’s a lot of volume,” admitted Gwen. “Particularly because I eat a lot of fibre, to avoid constipating myself. It comes out ... well, I’m sure you don’t want details.”
“Yes we do!” said May.
“Indeed!” agreed Magnus, and several other people nodded in agreement.
Gwen managed a little giggle, feeling rather gratified. “Well ... it comes out pretty soft, but there’s so much of it! It fills up my panties like a balloon...”
“Sounds like quite a sight,” said Nelson. “Personally, I’d be quite interested in seeing that...”
“Me too!” agreed Corey.
“And me!” said May. “How long has it been since your last poop, Gwen?”
Gwen was dismayed. “Um ... nearly four days,” she said. “But guys, I’m not going to put on a demonstration!”
Magnus grinned. “Why not?” he said. “You should live a little more dangerously, Gwen! Besides, there’s obviously a conspiracy of silence between us all now, right guys?”
“Very true,” agreed Brett. “But ... do we really want her stinking up this conference room?”
“It wouldn’t be for long,” said Magnus. “And we can adjourn the meeting right after. What do you think, guys? Who wants to see a poop balloon?”
“I do!” said May, raising her hand.
“Gail doesn’t!” said Gwen quickly. “Do you Gail?”
Gail looked at her with an amused expression. “I can’t promise not to run out of the room in disgust at the smell,” she said, “but I have to confess, I am a little curious to see the ... sight.”
“Show of hands,” said Nelson. “Who would like to see Gwen fill her panties with poop, right now, right here in this room?”
Nine hands went up immediately, followed after a short hesitation by a couple more. The last to be raised belonged to Gail.
“It’s unanimous,” noted Nelson. “Come on Gwen – we’d really love to see you do your thing.”
This was a nightmare! All attention was on her, and she was feeling the weight of expectation upon her. And yet ... for once, people were interested in her. Fascinated, even. She was the centre of attention, in a gathering that included May and Gail! The feeling was not entirely bad. And yet...
“Why am I the only one being asked to demonstrate my fetish?” she asked plaintively.
“Well, unless you have a tub of maggots on you, I can’t exactly demonstrate mine, said May matter-of-factly.
“And my sploshing days are over,” said Nelson firmly.
“I don’t have my costume here,” remarked Corey.
“Unless someone wants to hack off a limb, I’m out too,” said Magnus.
“My dog’s at home,” said Gail. “Come on Gwen – you know none of us will tell anyone.”
Gwen was feeling light-headed. On the one hand she was horrified at the thought of exposing herself, and her fetish, so starkly in front of all these people ... but on the other hand, as she suddenly realised, to her great surprise, she was becoming quite aroused at the thought. She could feel her vagina lubricating, and every exhortation to fill her panties in front of an audience of eleven people was like a little spark of erotic electricity. “I couldn’t possibly...” she said weakly.
“Do it, Gwen!” May urged her. “Please?”
The ‘please’ tipped her over the edge. “Oh god,” she groaned. “You really all want to watch me poop in my panties?”
“Yes!” came several voices.
Gwen bit her lip. “All right,” she said, “I’ll do it.”
“Good girl,” said Nelson with a smile. “You know, it’s quite wonderful to see you coming out of your shell like this.”
Gwen got to her feet, and began to hike up her long skirt. But it was so thick, and so stiff, and so tight, that she found it hard to get it much past mid-thigh level. “Um, I might have to take my skirt off,” she mumbled in embarrassment.
“Go ahead,” said Gail. “It won’t make much difference, if you’re going to be showing us your panties anyway.”
With a shiver of nervousness – or was it excitement? – Gwen unzipped the side of her skirt, and then pulled it down. Her sweater, fortunately, was long enough to keep her panties covered, but she knew she could not keep them covered for long.
Everybody was staring at her legs, which nobody had seen before so fully displayed. A couple of the men even seemed ... lustful. That was a new feeling – being lusted after. Shyly, she hiked up the bottom of her sweater, exposing her stretchy white panties. Magnus immediately wolf-whistled, to the amusement of all.
“You have nice legs!” said Magnus. “Who’d have thought, under all those long skirts you wear?”
“Nice panties, too!” remarked Brett.
Gwen smiled gratefully. She was making herself very vulnerable here, so a positive reaction was extremely welcome.
“Yeah, you should totally let me take you shopping for some new outfits, Gwen,” said May. “You always wear frumpy clothes, and it’s such a shame! Who new you had a nice body under there?”
Gwen’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she was secretly thrilled – nobody had ever said nice things about her body before. She had always felt her thighs were unpleasantly chunky and lacking in muscle tone, though she did try to put in at least ten minutes per day on her exercise bike.
Then it hit her that eleven people – colleagues and superiors – were staring at her panties ... and that she was holding up her sweater so they could do so. What had come over her, and how had this happened? She felt dizzy ... the room suddenly seemed overly warm. “This is a little surreal!” she said, with an anxious laugh.
“Take your time,” said Nelson kindly. “I know what it’s like to step outside your comfort zone for the first time.”
This was so right on the money that she smiled at Nelson with gratitude. “It’s nerve-wracking!” she said. “But I’m okay. Um ... where do you want me to do this?”
“Somewhere we can all see you properly,” said Brian.
“How about on the table?” Magnus suggested.
“Oh yes,” agreed May.
“Standing, squatting, kneeling...?” inquired Gwen, kicking her shoes off.
“Squatting or kneeling, I’d say,” said Nelson. “Whatever’s comfortable for you. I think we’d soon get tired of craning our necks upward if you’re standing.”
“Okay,” said Gwen, climbing on to the table. “God, how did I let you guys talk me into this?” Her heart was racing with fear, but she could not help feeling a little excited at the prospect of what she was about to do. And, though it came as quite as a shock to admit it to herself, she was enjoying having her panties stared at. She found herself secretly hoping someone else would make a comment about them.
She gathered her sweater up around her hips, then assumed a squatting position, with her hands planted on the table in front of her. She was facing the nearest end of the table, giving most people a good view of the back of her panties, but this meant that Nelson, right in front of her, had no view at all, and Brett and Gail were having to lean over in order to see better. Gail rolled her chair to her left, and Nelson got up, walked around the corner of the table, and sat down in the chair Gwen had vacated.
“Can you shuffle down, guys?” asked Brett, trying to enhance his own view. Willard, Lenny and May all moved their chairs a little in order to make room for him.
“Okay, I think everyone’s in position,” said Belson. “Go ahead, Gwen, whenever you’re ready.”
Gwen was feeling very very full; her poo was certainly ready to come out. But as she began to strain, and her anus slowly opened up, she involuntarily clenched herself tightly shut again. ‘WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???’ screamed her brain. Caught between terror and arousal, she whimpered, “Oh my god – I don’t think I can do this!”
“Sure you can,” Willard encouraged her.
“Wait, your sweater’s slipping down,” said Brett.
“Yeah, it’s kinda covering your panties now,” said Brian.
“Oh, sorry,” said Gwen. Poo or no poo, she did not want her sweater to obscure everyone’s view of her panties. She used one hand to tuck it up around her waist, then she replanted that hand on the tabletop, and tried straining again. But it was difficult – every time she managed to get her anus open, a stab of panic would cause her to clench it shut again.
This was bad. Now she was running the risk of looking foolish for not being able to produce a poo, after all her talk of how big it was going to be. She shifted her position, and tried to relax.
“Whoa...” said Brian, and Magnus added, “Sweater just fell down again.”
“Perhaps you should just take it off,” suggested Brett politely.
“Brett!” said Gail reprovingly. “Isn’t she being generous enough?”
But the idea was just the distraction Gwen needed. Suddenly, instead of being torn between panic over pooping in front of everyone, and panic over not being able to poop in front of everyone, Gwen was caught between indignation at Brett’s suggestion, and excitement at the idea of being up here in just her underwear. Also, anxiety at the idea of being up here in just her underwear – although, curiously, this emotion was not as prominent as she would have expected.
“I think I have performance anxiety,” she confessed, as she hiked up her sweater again. “Sorry.” She replanted her hands, and the sweater fell back down. “Ugh! You know, I’m almost tempted to take off this sweater – it’s kinda distracting when I’m trying to concentrate on pooping, and, well, I don’t know about you guys, but it seems to have got uncomfortably hot in here. On the other hand, I’m already feeling way over-exposed, so if you don’t mind I’ll keep it on.” She determinedly hiked her sweater back up.
By now she was feeling less panicky and more in control. She made herself relax, closed her eyes, and pushed. Her anus opened up, and a thick rod of poo began to slide out of her rectum. It met the cotton and Lycra material of her panties, and started tenting it downwards. The poo was soft, and flattened a little as it continued to emerge, forming a bulge that widened faster than it descended.
Then the sweater dropped back down. “Hey!” complained Corey. “The sweater!” said Magnus.
Gwen, clenching involuntarily, tutted in irritation. “You made me stop!” she grumbled. She yanked her sweater up again, only for it to fall down once more as soon as she let it go. “Oh jeez,” she muttered. “Fine!” She reached behind her neck, grabbed the sweater, and pulled it up over her head. Extracting her head, followed by her arms, she threw her sweater towards the corner of the room. It hit the wall and tumbled to the floor, landing in a heap next to the waste bin.
Now she was wearing just her bra and panties ... and she had already pooped a little into her panties. She had never felt so terrified, so excited, so exposed, so embarrassed ... or so alive.
“Way to go, Gwen!” exclaimed May, laughing in delight. “Woohoo!”
“Keep pushing, honey!” These words of encouragement came, surprisingly, from Gail.
Gwen pushed. Her anus flowered open again, and this time her poo extruded from her rectum like toothpaste from a tube. The bulge in her panties rapidly expanded, filling out as poo rushed into every available space. To the astonished observers, it was indeed reminiscent of a balloon being slowly inflated.
“That’s unreal!” said Magnus in an awed tone.
“It’s ... magnificent!” said Willard.
“Ugh ... the smell though,” said Gail, wrinkling her nose.
“It’s not as bad as I’d have guessed, though!” remarked May.
“That’s quite some bowel capacity you’ve got there, Gwen!” said Nelson.
Gwen was thrilling to these comments. She had never before been the centre of so much positive attention, and she was loving it. She walked her hands forward about eight inches, almost to the edge of the table, and lowered her knees to the tabletop. Now on all fours, she said, “There’s more to come!” And she strained again, forcing another long, thick, soft turd out of her anus.
Her overstretched panties swelled to an even greater size. “Incredible!” marvelled Lenny. “Kinda gross, but very impressive!”
“Are you getting horny, Gwen?” asked May impishly.
“Um, yeah, I guess so,” admitted Gwen, blushing to the roots of her hair. “Obviously I’ve never done this in front of anyone before – it’s very scary, but also quite exciting. I’ve also never been so publicly exposed before, and that’s adding to both the scariness and the excitement.”
“Want me to unfasten your bra, Gwen?” asked Brett, getting up and leaning across the table to rest his fingers on middle of her back, just below the clasp of her bra.
“Oh god!” gasped Gwen, at once terrified and thrilled at the idea of her breasts being exposed.
“Brett, sit down,” said Gail sharply. “Don’t torment the poor girl.”
Gwen was both relieved and disappointed when Brett sat back down. She pushed out the last of her poo. “Well, that’s all of it,” she said.
“It’s amazing,” said Magnus. “Do you mind if I take a photo, Gwen?”
Gwen was shocked at this request, and instantly worried about photos of her in this compromising position being splashed across the internet. Yet she was also very flattered that Magnus wanted to take a photo of her.
“No photos,” said Nelson firmly. “We said none of this would leave this conference room, and I don’t want to risk Gwen’s career by having photographic evidence out there.
“But this is an extraordinary event!” said Magnus passionately. “We may never see anything like this again. Who would have thought that our little Gwen would today be showing us that poop can be sexy? I can swear to you, Gwen, I won’t show the photo to anyone, or put it anywhere where it could be discovered. I just want to be able to remind myself, months or years from now, of this incredible sight.”
“Well, when you put it like that,” said Nelson, “dammit, now I want a photo too! But it’s entirely up to Gwen.”
Gwen was feeling so euphoric at this moment that it was all she could do to refrain from squealing in excitement. Magnus thought she was sexy – all because she had done a big poo in her panties! “I’d be happy for both of you to take photos,” she said, “just as long as you both promise to keep them to yourselves!”
“I promise!” said Magnus, taking out his phone.
“I promise too,” said Nelson, already pulling up his camera app.
“May I take photos too please, Gwen?” asked Corey. “I also promise to keep them to myself.”
“And me? I’d like to take a photo too,” said Brett.
“Whoever wants to take photos can do so!” said Gwen with a delighted giggle. “Just please keep them safe!”
Soon everyone except Gail was on their feet, phones in hand, taking photos of Gwen’s bulging panties from various different angles and distances.
Then Lenny said, “Gwen, can you look back over your shoulder and smile? You’re more than just your poop-filled panties – I’d like to see the whole package!”
This was very nice to hear, especially from Lenny, whom she liked a lot. She turned her head and smiled at him, and he took a couple of photos, then gave her a thumbs-up.
“Smile for me too please, Gwen?” asked Sly. She happily did so, and he took his photo.
Gail was watching all of this in great amusement. Then she sighed, chuckled, and pulled out her own phone. “I suppose it is quite a fascinating sight,” she conceded. “Perhaps I’ll preserve the moment too.”
“How about a different pose, Gwen?” suggested Brian, who had so far taken sixteen photos. “Mix it up a little?”
Gwen was in heaven; she felt like a model. “Sure!” she said. “How do you want me?”
Brian thought for a moment. “Can you maybe kneel up and grab the sides of your panties, and turn and smile at me over your shoulder?”
“Oh, I like that,” said Lenny, when Gwen had assumed this new pose.
After taking some more photos, Nelson said, “Is there a way for you to be facing us, while still keeping your bulging panties in view?”
“Hmm,” said Gwen. “I don’t want to squash the poop – not yet anyway!” She settled down on to her right hip, and swivelled herself around until she was obliquely facing her photographers. With her knees crooked, her bulging panties, resting on the tabletop, were still in clear view.
“Perfect!” said Nelson, taking another photo.
“God, I hate to admit it,” said Brett, “but that’s damn hot. Of course, it would be even hotter without the bra...”
“Brett!” said Gail, exasperated.
“I don’t mind, Gail,” said Gwen, now thoroughly caught up in the notion of her newfound sexiness. She reached back with her left hand (she was supporting herself with her right), and managed to undo the clasp one-handed. Pulling it off her shoulders, then down her arms, she tossed it over towards her sweater. It hit the wall, then dropped directly into the waste bin. Twisting her upper body towards her co-workers, Gwen asked nervously, “Will this do...?”
“What lovely breasts!” said Al, taking a photo.
“Who knew you were hiding those beauties from us?” exclaimed Magnus.
Gwen glowed. She knew her breasts – a B cup at best – were not very impressive, but she did feel they were nicely shaped. Hearing these glowing validations was doing wonders for her self-esteem.
“Who knew indeed!” said May. “Gwen, I am SO taking you clothes shopping after this!”
“All right,” said Gwen happily. She noted the bulging crotches of some of the men taking photos and thought, ‘These guys are getting aroused! Because of me!’
She did not want this to end ... and she wanted to get even sexier. On an impulse, she lowered herself on to her right elbow, then leaned backward, catching herself on her right elbow as well. Swinging her bent knees up to a vertical plane while keeping her heels on the table, she spread her feet apart until her thighs formed an angle of forty degrees or so. With the bulge in her panties still resting on the table in front of her bottom, none of the poo was getting squished beneath her.
“Oh god that’s hot,” muttered Brett, massaging his crotch for a moment before going back to taking photos.
“Wow, Gwen!” said May with a grin. “You’re really getting into this!”
Gwen really was. Almost delirious with excitement, she spread her thighs wider and wider apart, revelling in the sight of several aroused men taking photos of her bulging panties and bare breasts. Finally, however, she could not keep herself from touching her pussy any longer; lying down on her back, she reached down and began massaging her clitoris through her panties.
“Whoa there, Gwen!” said Gail, alarmed.
“I’m sorry!” said Gwen, tanking her hand away from her pussy. “I’m just so horny!”
“I don’t mind if she wants to play with herself,” said May with a shrug.
“Nor me,” said Brett.
“Does anyone?” inquired Nelson.
“I’m just concerned that Gwen will regret this later,” said Gail. “You guys are taking a lot of very intimate photos of her, after all.”
“I don’t mind!” said Gwen. “I’m having the best time, Gail!”
Gail chuckled. “Yes, you do seem to be,” she admitted. “All right, carry on, masturbate if you must.”
Gwen plunged her hand into the front of her panties, and began rubbing her pussy for all she was worth. Several of her spectators now switched to video mode, to better capture the action. Within a minute, she was moaning, writhing, and arching her back in the best, most intense orgasm she had ever had.
“Oh god!” she gasped, basking breathlessly in the afterglow. “That was amazing.”
“Our hour is almost up,” said Nelson, “and other people will be here shortly. We’d best call an end to this party.”
“Awww,” said Gwen, disappointed. She turned on to her side, slid herself to the edge of the table, then climbed off. When she went to retrieve her bra from the bin, however, she noted with disgust that it was lying atop the spilled contents of a yogurt container. “Ugh, my bra’s covered in yogurt!” she said.
“So go without,” said May. “Your boobs can manage just fine without support for the rest of the day.”
Gwen smirked, and nodded. Going without a bra would be sexier, anyway. She shivered, then she picked up her sweater, pulled it over her head, slid her arms in, then tugged it down. When she picked up her skirt, however, she found herself reluctant to put it on. “With all this poo in my panties,” she said thoughtfully, “my skirt’s likely to get messy.”
“So go without the skirt too!” suggested May, grinning. “Your sweater’s long enough to cover your panties.”
“Even when they’re full of poo?” wondered Gwen. She turned away from May. “Can you see them?”
“A little bit!” conceded May.
“God that’s a sexy look though,” remarked Willard. “The short hemline, with your white poop-filled panties just peeping out beneath. Just lovely.”
Gwen smiled. “Thank you Willard,” she said.
“He’s right,” agreed Magnus. “I never would have thought a woman with poop in her panties would look sexy ... but you totally pull it off, Gwen.”
“Oh wow,” said Gwen happily. “Well now I really don’t want to empty my panties!”
“I’d be happy for you not to,” said Nelson, “but we have to consider the rest of the office. They are unlikely to be as tolerant of the smell.”
“What about letting Gwen go without her skirt for the rest of the day?” asked May. “Her sweater’s practically a sweater-dress – it’ll cover her panties once they’re empty.”
“Not by much!” said Gail. “I know this company’s fairly relaxed about hemlines, but ... Gwen will be bottomless!”
“I don’t see a problem,” said Nelson. “Our dress code is vague on skirt and dress length, so she wouldn’t be breaking any rules. And I for one would enjoy seeing more of Gwen’s legs. Let’s call it a sweater-dress, and leave it at that.”
Gail shrugged. “Well if it’s okay with you, then it’s okay with me,” she said.
Gwen sighed happily as she put on her shoes. “Thanks guys,” she said. “This has been the best meeting ever!”
Leaving the conference room with the others, Gwen at first headed straight for the restroom. But then, feeling adventurous, she regarded the skirt on her hand. It would be an encumbrance in the toilet, so perhaps she should leave it at her desk...
Jay Philbin, one of her colleagues on the Operations team, was the first person she encountered on her way back to her cube. “Whoa!” he said. “What happened to you?”
“Something wonderful,” she replied happily.
“And what’s that smell??” he demanded, shielding his nose.
Gwen opened her mouth to tell him, but then decided it would be simpler to show him. She turned around, and lifted up the back of her sweater.
“Jesus!” Jay exclaimed. “You pooped yourself? Holy crap that’s a lot though! That’s...” He crouched down so he could see the bulge at eye-level. “That’s amazing! You made all that?”
“Yup!” said Gwen. “A combination of a high fibre diet, plenty of hydration, and almost four days without pooping.”
“Wow,” said Jay. Then he noticed another of their colleagues, Mitt Shelton, passing by the end of the aisle. “Hey Mitt, come check this out!”
Gwen uttered a little nervous squeal as other heads popped up over cubicle walls nearby to see what the fuss was about. But she kept her sweater hiked up, as Mitt arrived with a startled expression on his face. “What’s going on?” he asked.
“Look at Gwen’s panties!” said Jay.
“What the fuuuhhh...” said Mitt as he bent over and peered closely at the enormous bulge. “That’s all poop in there?”
“Yup!” said Gwen. “Nearly four days’ worth.”
More people, both male and female, were starting to gather around, and Gwen soon had to explain her pooping habits all over again. She was loving the attention, even though a couple of people were vocally more disgusted than impressed. They quickly left, however, and so the attention Gwen was receiving was overwhelmingly positive.
“I’d never have imagined you’d be able to stand there so confidently, Gwen,” said Conchita Ferrera, from the technical services team, “while everyone looks at your messy panties. You’ve always been so...”
“I know!” replied Gwen, with a nervous giggle. “I think I’m just high on adrenaline or something. Also, everyone’s been really nice, which helps.”
“What are you going to do with all that poop?” asked Nate Bartoli, data analyst.
“Flush it, I guess,” said Gwen reluctantly.
“Here?” asked Nate. “You’ll block the toilet!”
“Oh, don’t do that,” said Wanda Harris, one of the customer service reps. “We don’t want the women’s restroom flooded!”
Gwen shivered. “Would you rather I stay like this?” she asked. “Stink up the building?”
“Well that’s not ideal,” conceded Wanda, “but it beats not being able to go in the restroom for the rest of the day.”
“Couldn’t you go out at lunch and find a toilet?” inquired Nate.
“The smell’s honestly not all that bad, once you get used to it,” remarked Alan Shafran, from tech support. There was a murmur of agreement.
“Still not cleaned up, Gwen?” inquired Nelson in surprise. He had spotted the cluster of people and come over to investigate. “I guess your secret’s out, huh?”
“Yes, but it’s okay,” said Gwen. “They’re all being really nice about it. And they don’t seem to want me to clean up in the restroom here – they’re worried I’ll block the toilet.”
“Well, that’s certainly a possibility,” conceded Nelson, “although that’s what toilet plungers are for. Even so ... what’s the alternative?”
“I could go out at lunch and find somewhere,” said Gwen, “if people are willing to wait until then. And they do seem to be.”
Nelson shrugged. “If someone complains and wants you to go and clean up, then go take an early lunch,” he said. “Until then, I guess you can stick around like that. But how will you work if you can’t sit down?”
“I have a raised desk,” said Gwen. “I’ll just stand.”
“Okay,” said Nelson. “Then I suggest you get back to work. All of you.”
The little crowd dispersed, and Gwen returned to her desk. At this point, of course, the news of her poo-filled panties spread via instant message to every employee in the building. Before long, a little trickle of foot traffic was passing by her cube. When she realised this, she turned around in time to catch two men from tech support peering at her panties. They immediately wrenched their eyes away, and turned to hurriedly leave, but Gwen called them back in amusement.
“Guys!” she said. “If you want to have a look, just ask!” And she pulled up the back of her sweater to show them her panties.
“Wow!” said Doug Lasser, the older of the two. “That’s huge!”
“It’s amazing!” agreed Evan Mirovsky. “Thank you so much for showing us, Gwen – that’s so generous of you! Do you mind if I take a photo?”
“Not at all,” said Gwen shyly. She posed, while Evan pulled out his phone with fumbling fingers. He took a photo, and then Doug took one too. Then Louie Melman, who arrived in time to see this, naturally wanted to take a photo of his own.
Pretty soon, Gwen was posing for more and more photos, as word spread that she was willing to do so. Eventually, however, she grew concerned that she would get into trouble for wasting company time. “Guys!” she said anxiously, to the latest group of three that arrived. “I really need to work!”
“Can’t you work and show us your panties at the same time?” asked Hollis Colman hopefully.
“No, I can’t hold my sweater up and still use my computer,” replied Gwen.
“What if I hold it up,” suggested Don Belling, “and then these guys can take photos, and then we’ll swap?”
This sounded like a ridiculous but fun idea. “All right,” said Gwen grudgingly. “Go on then – I’ll just keep working here.”
Though she pretended to keep working, she was distracted by and very conscious of Don’s approach, and the cool air around her hips as he pulled her sweater up above the top of her panties.
“Wow – that’s a lot of poop!” she heard Hollis exclaim. “Amazing.”
The fact that someone else was exposing her, rather than Gwen doing it herself, made the situation even more arousing. She gasped a little as Hollis took over from Don, and briefly brushed the small of her back with his fingers.
Then she received an instant message.
Furst, May 11:33am:
Hey Gwen – hear you’re still in your poopy panties??? And posing for more photos???
Waverley, Gwen 11:34am:
Yup! Ppl don’t want me to block the toilet so I’m going to go out at lunch and find a public toilet – prolly in mall.
Furst, May 11:34am:
You’re going to the mall like that? Brave girl!
Furst, May 11:34am:
Hey why not combine it with some clothes shopping...? :)
Waverley, Gwen 11:35am:
Sounds like fun! Wanna come with?
Furst, May 11:35am:
Totally! See u at 12?
Waverley, Gwen 11:35am:
Sure!
Hollis and his friends had left, but Gwen continued to receive visitors hoping for photos. She directed them to hold up her sweater, as Hollis and Don had done, and they did so. One cheeky young man, Marty Bilson, even pulled open the back of her panties with one finger, so that he could photograph the poo inside. But Gwen did not mind.
CHAPTER TWO - GWEN GOES TO THE MALL
At noon, May arrived at Gwen’s cube. “Ready to go?” she asked with a smile.
“Yup!” said Gwen. She walked with May to the front entrance, and out into the parking lot.
“How are you going to drive like that?” asked May.
“Good question,” said Gwen. “I suppose I’ll just hover...”
“How about I drive?” suggested May. “You can squat on the passenger seat, or in the back if you prefer.”
“Well I don’t want to stink up your car...”
“Oh don’t worry about that,” said May. “It’s a nice day – I’ll open the windows.” She took out her keys, and unlocked her Hyundai as they approached it. Gwen opened the passenger door, kicked her shoes off, and squatted on the seat with her bulging panties suspended barely an inch above the upholstery. In this manner, May drove her to the mall.
Once they had parked, Gwen got out and put her shoes back on. “I’m feeling strangely reluctant to empty my panties,” she confessed to May.
May giggled. “We could always do the shopping first, if you like,” she said.
Gwen shivered. “I’d get kicked out of the store!” she said.
“Maybe,” admitted May. “But in the meantime you’ll get to show off your poopy panties a whole lot...”
Gwen blushed in embarrassment. “Oh god – why does the thought of that turn me on so much?”
May laughed. “I dunno, Gwen. Clearly you’ve got an exhibitionistic streak a mile long. The bigger question is, why have you kept yourself covered up for so long?”
“I didn’t think anyone would want to see me unclothed!” said Gwen. “I was so afraid of being judged. And honestly, I had no idea how much fun it was going to be! I’ve never fantasised about wearing miniskirts or anything like that.”
“Well,” said May, “we’ll get you miniskirts, minidresses, low-cut tops ... whatever you like.”
“Sounds good to me!” said Gwen.
They entered the mall, and almost immediately Gwen began to attract stares. She giggled nervously. “What’s our first stop?” she asked.
“How about Forever 21?” suggested May.
“Okay,” agreed Gwen with a shiver.
“What size are you?” May asked. “Eight?”
“Ten,” said Gwen.
They went inside and began looking at skirts and dresses. Other customers soon began noticing the smell, however, and they moved away in disgust, usually with an incredulous backward glance at Gwen’s peeping panties.
A minute later, a thirty-ish, trendily-dressed woman approached them – she was (to Gwen) intimidatingly tall, and wore a stern expression. “I’m sorry,” she said firmly, “you’ll have to leave.”
“Of course,” said Gwen quickly. “I’m so sorry about the smell.”
“Wait,” said May. “Gwen, show Tammy your panties.”
“Excuse me?” said the woman, taken aback.
Gwen was a little surprised too, but she was getting used to showing off her panties on request. She turned, and lifted up the back of her sweater.
“Jeez!” said Tammy, staring at the huge bulge. “What the hell? Is this some kind of prank?”
“Nope,” said May, “I just wanted you to believe me when I tell you that Gwen was turned away from the restrooms by a cleaner who said he didn’t want her blocking up the toilet and causing a flood.”
“Which cleaner?” asked Tammy, frowning. “He shouldn’t have done that. Did you get his name?”
“No,” said May, “but here’s the thing. Gwen here has been dressing like an old woman her whole adult life...”
“Hey!” protested Gwen, dropping her sweater and turning back around.
“It’s true, honey, don’t deny it,” said May. “Anyway this morning she kinda came out of her shell in a big way, and now she’s looking to completely revamp her wardrobe. We were hoping Forever 21 would help her do that. Tell me Gwen – have you ever even been in this store before?”
“No,” Gwen confessed. “I’ve always been too intimidated – it seems like it’s just for young, pretty, fashionable people...”
“Oh wow,” said Tammy, rolling her eyes. “Okay, look, you’re welcome to shop here, but you’ll have to clean up first. You’re putting off the other customers.”
“All right,” said May. “Would you be willing for Gwen to empty out her panties in your restroom?”
Tammy hesitated. “Not really,” she said. “Okay, I see your point.” She sighed. “But you have to clean up sometime, right? Could you not come back later?”
May turned to Gwen. “Maybe we should try Target,” she suggested.
Tammy frowned. “Look, you can’t seriously think it’s reasonable to go clothes shopping like that!” she said.
“Gwen made a bit of a mess of her other clothes, so we’re kinda desperate,” said May. “We’ll be as quick as we can, obviously.”
Tammy pursed her lips. “All right, look, come to the back of the store,” she said. “If Gwen stands beneath the A.C. fan, the smell will hopefully disperse enough to be hardly noticeable. I’ll stay with you, to fend off other customers.”
Gwen and May followed her to the back, and Gwen stood beneath the fan. Then May said, “How about I bring you some items, and you can see whether you like them?”
“Sure, that sounds good,” said Gwen, nodding.
“You can’t try anything on, of course,” said Tammy. “Can’t have you getting poop on our clothes.”
“Understood,” said Gwen.
Five minutes later, May returned with two miniskirts, a short sundress, and four tops. She pulled out one skirt and one top, and held them up. “Here,” she said. “A sexy version of your outfit from today.”
The skirt was navy blue and corduroy, with buttons down the front. The top was a thin tan-coloured sweater with a deep V-neck.
Gwen shivered. “They look nice,” she said. “But Tammy says I can’t try them on, because of the poop.”
“Oh,” said May. “Well, you can try the sweater on, surely? Just don’t pull it down all the way to the poop. I’m not sure it’s even long enough for that anyway.”
Gwen looked at Tammy. “May I?” she asked.
Tammy thought for a moment. “All right, but you’ll have to change out here. The dressing rooms are too enclosed and there’s no fan to disperse the smell. Besides, I need to watch you so I can be sure you’re not getting poop on the sweater.”
“You want her to change out here, where anyone could see her?” asked May in surprise. Then she smirked. “How about it, Gwen?”
Gwen looked around anxiously, but saw nobody except for one young woman, browsing some distance away and facing away from them. Grabbing the hem of her sweater, she pulled it up and over her head. Tugging it off her arms, she folded it, and laid it down on a seat nearby.
“Oh my god, you didn’t say you weren’t wearing a bra!” said Tammy, staring wide-eyed at Gwen’s breasts. “Quick – get the other sweater on.”
Gwen obliged, pulling the tan sweater over her head and then slipping her arms into the sleeves. When she pulled it down over her belly, it barely reached the waistband of her panties. A lot of her chest was showing, and she suspected that if she bent forward, people would be able to see her breasts. “I like this,” she said. “It fits nicely.”
“Shame you can’t try the skirt with it,” said May, with a meaningful look at Tammy.
“It’s okay,” said Gwen. “It’s a little long anyway.”
May laughed. “Well, haven’t you come a long way!” she remarked.
Gwen grinned. “Honestly, I kind of like the idea of wearing a sweater as a dress. It’s so naughty – especially if the sweater’s really too short for that.”
“So, more things like this?” inquired May, picking up the sweater Gwen had set down.
“But less frumpy,” said Gwen. “And maybe a bit shorter.”
“Got it,” said May. “I’ll be right back.”
It did not take her long to return. “Try this one,” she said.
Gwen removed the tan sweater without even checking to see if the coast was clear. Taking the new sweater, which was pale green and open-shouldered, she pulled it on and tugged it down.
“Hey – careful!” said Tammy.
“I won’t get poop on it!” Gwen assured her, slightly exasperated. “I didn’t get any on mine, and that’s longer.”
“All right,” said Tammy, “but I’ll be inspecting it afterwards. Anything you get poop on, you pay for.”
Gwen pulled the sweater as far down as it would go. “How’s that, May?” she asked.
May crouched down. “I can’t see your crotch,” she said. “Turn around.” When Gwen did so, May added, “Hard to tell with your panties sagging so much, but I’m guessing your bottom will be peeping a bit in this one.”
Gwen smiled – she liked the sound of this. “What else have you got?” She took off the sweater and handed it to Tammy, who inspected it carefully.
May passed Gwen the next sweater; this one was a darker green, with bold red and blue stripes. “Oh no,” said Gwen, handing it back. “That’s just not me at all.”
May chuckled. “Okay, then how about this?”
This next sweater was peach-coloured, and very thin, with slender straps crisscrossing the chest above the neckline. Gwen put it on, and pulled it down. Once again, May crouched down. “Oh, this one’s shorter,” she reported. “I can totally see the crotch of your panties. Turn around... And I’d say about half of your butt is exposed.”
“How much of the poop bulge?” Gwen wanted to know.
“Uh, pretty much all of it,” said May.
Gwen smirked. “Well at least I wouldn’t have to lift my sweater in order to let people take photos of my poopy panties,” she said.
May stared at her, not sure how serious she was. “I think even Nelson might draw the line at you showing your panties off on a permanent basis.”
Gwen shivered in excitement. “Probably,” she said. “But I think it might be fun to test that hypothesis. Perhaps I can buy a couple of different lengths, wear the shorter one, and if he objects then I can change.”
“Fair enough,” said May. “So, which two sweaters do you like best?”
Gwen regarded the sweaters May had brought her. “I do like that tan one,” she sighed. “I know it’s too short to pass as a dress...” She but her lip. The idea of wearing it as a dress was ridiculous ... crazy ... but oh so exciting! “I’m doing it,” she said, making her mind up. “I’m getting the tan sweater, and I’ll wear it as a dress.”
“Where the heck do you work?” Tammy demanded in disbelief. “What kind of job do you have, where you think you can get away with wearing nothing over your panties?”
“Oh I’m just a regular office drone,” said Gwen cheerfully. “I guess I just have very tolerant and understanding colleagues.”
“You really do,” agreed May. “So, the tan one and...”
“Hmm,” said Gwen. “The pale green one I guess ... though I’m not all that keen on the open shoulders thing...”
“Does it have to be a sweater?” inquired Tammy. “We have plenty of nice tops that would look pretty sexy with a pair of panties.”
“I have some here,” said May, pulling out three tops from beneath the pile of sweaters. “What do you think of these?”
Gwen took one of the tops and opened it out. It was pink, very flowing, off-the-shoulder, and about as long as the tan sweater. “Hmm,” she said. “Not sure this is me.” The second top was better – a flower-patterned maroon blouse with short sleeves ... but the third top was much more exciting. It was a short-sleeved beige crop top, so sheer that Gwen could easily see her hand through both layers of material.
Gwen pulled off her sweater and tried on the sheer top. Looking down, she could clearly see her nipples. “Oh wow,” she breathed.
“That’s supposed to be worn with a bra!” said Tammy.
“I got yogurt on my bra,” said Gwen. “How do I look, May?”
“Super sexy,” said May, grinning. “You’ll be a hit, no doubt – if you can keep your job!”
Gwen giggled. “Okay – I’m totally wearing this back to work, then. If Nelson tells me to change into something less revealing, I’ll put on the tan sweater.”
May laughed, and shook her head. “Who are you, and what have you done with mousy little Gwen Waverley? Damn – I wish we had more time; I’d love to take you to get a makeover.”
“Maybe tomorrow,” said Gwen. “For now, let me buy these things, and then we’ll head back to work.” She pulled off the sheer top, then she paused thoughtfully. “Maybe I should get a couple more tops, for tomorrow and Friday.”
“Good idea,” said May. “But ... nothing for your bottom half? At all?”
Gwen grinned. “Maybe when winter comes.”
A young couple came around the corner, stopping in their tracks as they saw Gwen. “Whoa!” said the young man.
“Sorry!” said Gwen. “Changing room was occupied.”
The young woman grabbed the man’s arm, and firmly led him away.
Gwen giggled; she was enjoying being topless. “Could you find me some more skimpy tops please, May?”
“Sure,” said May, and she headed off.
Tammy had been staring at the back of Gwen’s panties. “You did that deliberately, didn’t you?” she inquired. “Is it like, some kind of weird turn-on for you or something?”
“Ah – busted!” said Gwen. “I’ve been doing it for years. But never in public, until today.”
“So what changed?” asked Tammy.
“I was coaxed into it,” replied Gwen, “and to my surprise, I found I was loving it. It really helped that my colleagues were very cool about it and, for the most part, non-judgmental.”
“Fortunate for you,” said Tammy. “But what turns you on about it? Is it the smell...?”
“Oh definitely not,” said Gwen. “The smell is my least favourite part. No – it’s the naughtiness of doing it somewhere I shouldn’t, and the lovely warm squishiness against my nether regions.”
Tammy nodded. “I guess that makes sense,” she said. “I can relate to the naughtiness part of it. I myself like to masturbate in inappropriate places – like in church, in my car, at dinner in a restaurant ... that type of thing.”
“Nice,” said Gwen, nodding in approval. “I expect I’ll be pooping in my panties in all kinds of public places from now on.”
“Does it really feel that good...?” asked Tammy curiously.
“Oh yes!” said Gwen. “It’s the best.” She grinned. “You should give it a try.”
Tammy smirked. “Too bad I’m not wearing panties right now,” she said.
Gwen’s eyes widened. “Really? Wow.”
“Also,” continued Tammy, “I couldn’t possibly manage to produce as much as you. You must have held it in for ages!”
“Nearly four days,” said Gwen. “Well look – if you want to just see what it feels like, without ... um ... going through the process yourself, do you maybe want to try on my panties? You can see how it looks and feels on you, without having to do a poop of your own.”
Tammy laughed. “That’s a kind offer,” she said, “but it would be a little inappropriate – I’m working here!”
“More inappropriate than masturbating in church?” said Gwen playfully.
“Touché,” chuckled Tammy. “But I don’t want to get poop on my skirt.”
“So take it off,” suggested Gwen.
“I’ll get into trouble...” said Tammy uncomfortably.
“With whom?” asked Gwen. “Aren’t you the manager?”
“Jeez, you’ve got an answer for everything,” Tammy grumbled. “All right – I’ll give it a quick try.” She unzipped her skirt and pulled it down, revealing a naked pussy with a neatly-trimmed strip of pubic hair that was many shades darker than the dirty blonde locks tumbling around her shoulders.
Gwen kicked off her shoes, then she grasped the sides of her panties and slowly lowered them, taking care not to spill their contents. Now she could see her poo in all its glory: a large and tacky mass of thick brown turds all pressed together, lumpy and fibrous, though smoothed and shaped by prolonged contact with her buttocks. She gingerly extricated her feet from the leg-holes, then she held the panties out to Tammy, who took them with a grimace.
“Ugh, that’s gross,” she muttered. “This had better be worth it.” Having already removed her own shoes, she carefully stepped into Gwen’s heavily loaded panties. After a few seconds’ hesitation, she pulled them up her legs, tugging them firmly into place around her hips. She gasped. “Oh – that feels weird. I wasn’t expecting it to be so warm. Or so dry.”
“Well, it’s been nestling against my butt for almost two hours,” said Gwen.
Tammy’s expression grew thoughtful. She pulled the panties up a little more firmly, then she took a couple of experimental steps. Turning around, she walked a few steps the other way. She squatted, straightened up, then smiled. “That’s surprisingly pleasant!” she said. “I could get used to this!”
Gwen could feel dry poo caked to her buttocks. “If you don’t mind,” she said, “I’m going to take this opportunity to wash my butt. The dry poop is making it kinda itchy.”
“Huh? Oh, sure,” said Tammy absent-mindedly. “The restroom’s over there.” She pointed.
“Thanks,” said Gwen. Completely naked, she walked nervously but excitedly across the store, heading for the women’s restroom. Passing a rack of dresses, she almost ran into a couple of teenage girls, who stared at her in shock.
Gwen managed an embarrassed smile. “I just can’t find anything I like!” she explained apologetically. Both girls immediately burst into a fit of giggling, and Gwen hurried onward.
In the restroom, she moistened a couple of paper towels at the sink, then went into a stall to wipe her bottom and pussy clean. The process did not take long, and soon she was free of every last remnant of crusty poo. Flushing the paper, she left the stall, washed her hands, then walked out of the restroom.
On her way back across the store, she was waylaid by a sales assistant. “Hey, you can’t wander around in here like that!” said the young woman, looking scandalised.
“Sorry,” said Gwen, blushing. “But there’s a good reason for it...”
The woman was not willing to listen, however. “I’m sorry, you’ll have to leave,” she said firmly.
“What?” gasped Gwen, her eyes widening. “You can’t seriously expect me leave the store like this!”
“Mitchell!” said the sales assistant.
“Look, I’m with Tammy,” said Gwen quickly, but the young woman was not listening.
A tall black man appeared. He looked Gwen up and down in surprise. “Whoa, what’s up?” he inquired.
“This ... woman,” said the sales assistant venomously, “is refusing to leave the store.”
“Troublemaker, huh?” said Mitchell. “Come on, lady, don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” He stepped forward, and took her by the arm.
“Hey look, I’m only naked because I lent Tammy my poopy panties!” said Gwen urgently, as Mitchell led her toward the exit past a number of astonished shoppers.
“Uh-huh,” said Mitchell, rolling his eyes.
“Oh my goodness!” gasped Gwen, as she found herself approaching the exit. “Hey ... no ... wait!”
But it was too late – Mitchell escorted her out of the store, propelling her into the busy walkway with a firm shove in the middle of her back. She squealed, and covered her breasts with her left arm while placing her right hand over her pussy. A couple of cheers went up from young men passing nearby, and she quickly found herself surrounded on all sides by astonished mall visitors, staring and making rude or delighted remarks.
It was quite a thrill. She was naked in a shopping mall! Never in her craziest dreams would she have imagined such a thing could happen to her. But now that it was happening, and she was beginning to get over the shock ... she was starting to love it.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, removing her hand from her pussy so she could put both hands to her cheeks. “This is so embarrassing!” She was careful to ensure both of her nipples were uncovered as she squeezed her breasts together with her forearms.
But the unabashed ogling did not last long before several more principled shoppers rushed to her assistance. “Are you okay?” asked a forty-ish woman in concern. A similarly-aged man offered her a jacket, which she politely declined.
“That’s very kind of you,” she said, “but I just need to get back into Forever 21 – my clothes are in there!” But as she approached the store, Mitchell placed himself in her way, folding his arms.
The commotion had now attracted a mall security guard – apparently Mitchell was employed by Forever 21 itself. The guard was older, shorter, and stockier than Mitchell, but next to Gwen he was still an imposing figure. “What’s going on here?” he demanded.
“She was wandering around naked in here,” said Mitchell, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. “She crazy, Jerry – muttering about poopy panties ‘n’ shit.”
“All right, come with me to the office,” said Jerry gruffly. “You’re causing a scene, and there are kids around – we need to get you out of here.”
Gwen protested half-heartedly as he led her away from the store and towards the centre of the mall. Despite Jerry’s expressed concern about her nudity causing a scene, he made no attempt to cover her up, he was leading her down the very middle of the walkway, and his pace was unhurried. Gwen did not mind this, of course – she was secretly delighted about being paraded naked through the mall.
They soon passed another, older security guard, whose face lit up as he saw Gwen. “What’s this?” he inquired, ambling towards them.
Jerry stopped to chat. “Hey Marv. This one was making a scene in Forever 21, running around naked and talking about poop.”
“I wasn’t ‘running around’,” said Gwen indignantly. “I had just been to the restroom to clean poop off my butt.”
The two guards looked at each other. Then Marv said, “Here, let me give you a hand with her.” And he took her other arm.
It was not as if Jerry needed any help, but he did not object, and Gwen continued her walk of shame feeling very small between the two security guards who each weighed at least twice as much as she did. Dozens of mall shoppers stopped to stare in amazement as she passed, and she heard a few catcalls directed at her.
When they arrived at the office, Gwen found herself pushed into a white-walled room with a large desk in the middle. On the far wall, a bank of television screens was displaying feeds from the many cameras located around the mall. A uniformed guard was sitting at the desk; he was chatting with yet another guard, a bullet-headed man who was perched on the edge of the desk.
Both men stopped talking as Gwen entered. “Whoa!” said the seated one, and the other guard stood up straight.
“Rick, Joey, this is...” began Jerry.
“My birthday present?” asked Joey, the bullet-headed guard.
“Actually I didn’t get her name. What’s your name, baby?” asked Jerry.
“Gwen,” said Gwen. “Look, this is all a misunderstanding. Tammy at Forever 21 was helping me with my shopping, and I was between costume changes when I decided to use the restroom. Tammy didn’t seem to mind me heading to the restroom naked, but one of her colleagues decided to have me thrown out – without my clothes!”
“Who the hell leaves the changing room naked to use the restroom?” Marv said.
“Well I wasn’t wearing much to begin with,” admitted Gwen, “and I’d just lent my poopy panties to Tammy. Go and ask her! She’ll confirm my story.”
The four men exchanged amused glances, and Gwen suddenly felt very helpless and alone. She shivered.
“Maybe she’s high on something,” suggested Joey.
“Did you check her for drugs?” asked Rick.
Gwen snorted. “Where would I be keeping any drugs? It’s not like this outfit has pockets!” she remarked.
“Oh I can think of a couple of places,” said Marv, with a nasty grin.
Gwen gulped, realising his meaning. “I assure you, I’m not hiding any drugs!” she said nervously, though she was not at all sure whether she wanted them to believe her.
“Perhaps we’d better check,” said Joey, looking excited.
“Ooh, a cavity search!” said Rick.
“Guys,” said Jerry, looking slightly uncomfortable. “I’m not sure that falls within our job description.”
“You want us to just hand her over to the police, then?” asked Rick.
“No!” said Gwen quickly. “I swear I’m not on drugs, and don’t have any. But if a cavity search is what it will take to convince you not to call the police, then ... go ahead.”
Rick and Joey looked at Jerry with hopeful grins. “All right,” said Jerry. “Bend over the desk.”
Gwen nervously stepped forward, planted her hands on the desk, and then leaned forward until her breasts, shoulders, and right cheek were pressing against the desktop. She could hardly believe she was about to let a strange man put his fingers in her vagina. It had been so long since a man had touched her there – she had almost resigned herself to remaining celibate for the rest of her life.
She gasped as a saliva-moistened finger slid inside her. It wiggled around for a few moments, was briefly withdrawn, then returned with a sibling. “Well, I can’t feel anything in there,” said Jerry. “But my stubby fingers can only reach so far. Marv, why don’t you have a try?”
“I’d be happy to,” said Marv. One pair of fingers withdrew; another pair was inserted. “Damn, this cunt’s juicy! I think our little naked shopper is enjoying this.”
Gwen said nothing. Her body was betraying her ... and she was secretly happy about that. Happy that her body was encouraging these men to do more, go further, keep her longer. As Marv thrust his fingers in and out of her vagina, her arousal grew, and a little moan escaped her lips. All four men laughed.
“I don’t think my fingers are long enough either,” said Marv. “If only I had something longer...”
Gwen, knowing where this was going, was torn between her lust and her rationality. “Please don’t,” she said anxiously, as she heard a zipper being undone.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” said Marv, as something much thicker than a finger began to press against her vaginal opening.
“Oh god!” whispered Gwen.
“Say again?” said Marv, leaning forward. His erect cock slid all the way inside her. “Oops! Oh well, let’s have a feel around.” He began to fuck her with a steady rhythm.
“Damn, Marv, you’re not even wearing a rubber!” remarked Rick.
“Oh – I’m not on the pill!” gasped Gwen.
Marv chuckled. “Well that was a little short-sighted. Would you prefer me to come in your ass?”
Gwen shivered. Nobody had ever fucked her anus before. “That would be better,” she said in a low voice.
“I’m gonna need lube for that,” said Marv. “Joey, can you run to Boyle’s for some baby oil or jelly or whatever?”
“That depends,” said Joey. “Will I get a turn?”
“Of course,” said Marv. “Isn’t that right, honey? You don’t mind if Joey fucks you? Remember, if he doesn’t, then there’s no lube for your ass, and my jizz will be going in your fertile womb.”
“Then I guess I have no choice,” whimpered Gwen, delighted that she had no choice.
“I’ll be right back!” said Joey, heading to the door. Outside, he had just closed the door when Mitchell came running up.
“Is Jerry in there with a naked girl?” he asked anxiously.
“Never mind!” said Mitchell. “Shit. Where could he be...?” He turned and started running back the way he had come.
Joey walked quickly to the pharmacy, and bought a bottle of lubricant jelly. When he returned to the security office, Marv was almost ready to blow. “You’re just in time!” he said, pulling his cock out of Gwen. He quickly squirted some jelly on to Gwen’s anus, and rubbed it around with his fingers. He pushed one finger into her rectum, making her squeal, and then he introduced another.
After a moment, he lubed up his erection, and plunged it into Gwen’s anus. Gwen thrilled to the sensation, but forced herself not to smile happily. She was enjoying playing the role of reluctant conquest. But Marv’s cock, thrusting deep in her rectum, felt divine.
With a groan, Marv emptied his testicles, pumping Gwen’s bowels full of semen. Panting, he withdrew, then he said, “Your turn Joey.”
Joey eagerly pulled out his cock and sank it into Gwen’s vagina. Holding on to her hips, he fucked her vigorously, until he was close to his climax. He had been intending to pull out and climax in her anus, as Marv had done ... but this felt way too good...
He groaned, ejaculating all over Gwen’s cervix. “Ohhh,” he gasped. “Damn – sorry – that took me by surprise.”
“Oh no!” lamented Gwen. “And this is the worst time of the month...”
“My turn!” said Rick cheerfully. He took Joey’s place behind Gwen, but as he took out his erection, he paused. “Hey, can you turn over, honey?”
Gwen was not at all sure she wanted to take an active role in her own exploitation, but after a moment’s hesitation, she stood up, turned around, and perched her bare bottom on the edge of the desk. Lying back, she raised her legs up in the air, and spread them wide apart.
Rick grinned as he lubed up his cock. Then, pressing it against her anus, he sighed with pleasure as it slowly slid inside. “I always did prefer a good ass-fucking,” he said. Reaching down, he took hold of her breasts and gave them a squeeze. Once his erection was fully buried in her rectum, he began to fuck her with long, measured strokes.
It was all Gwen could do to stop herself from squealing in excitement. For so long, she had believed that men considered her entirely sexless – and she had not dared to try to be sexy for fear she would be mocked and belittled for it. Certainly that had been her boyfriend Jed’s modus operandi – and although she knew intellectually that he was just a horrible person, she had bought into his narrative that she was so plain and dull that no other man would be willing to touch her.
But how these men were proving Jed wrong! Sure, they were assholes too ... but they were assholes who were clearly excited by the sight of her naked body. They wanted to fuck her. She was wanted.
Rick, approaching his climax, suddenly pulled his cock out of her rectum, and shoved it into her vagina. “Ahhhh!!” he sighed, as his semen erupted all over her cervix.
“What the...?” said Gwen. “Seriously?”
“Oops,” said Rick, with a shit-eating grin. “Was I supposed to do that the other way around?”
Gwen sighed with apparent resignation, but she was actually delighted at Rick’s naughtiness. She tried to maintain her composure as she looked up at Jerry. “I suppose you want to come inside me too?” she asked him.
“Sloppy fourths?” he said. “No thanks.” But he looked torn nonetheless.
“Jerry’s happily married,” explained Marv.
“Oh!” said Gwen. “Well I wouldn’t want to spoil that.”
“Oh fuck it,” muttered Jerry, fumbling at his belt. “She needn’t know.”
But at that moment there was a knock on the door. Jerry cursed, and refastened his belt. Opening the door just a few inches, he stuck his head into the gap, “Oh!” he said. “Mitchell.” He stepped out of the office and closed the door.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” said Mitchell urgently. “Do you have the naked chick in there?”
“Uh, yeah,” said Jerry. “Why?”
“She was telling the truth!” said Mitchell. “Tammy at Forever 21 backed up her story completely. Dude, we need to apologise to her and give her like a super-big gift card or something.”
“Fuck,” muttered Jerry. “All right – I’ll take care of it.”
Mitchell relaxed. “Okay then,” he said.
“I’ll bring her back in a couple of minutes,” said Jerry. “You can go.”
Mitchell nodded. “Thanks man.” He turned and walked back towards Forever 21.
Jerry opened the door and stepped back into the office. “Now,” he said, “where was I...? Ah yes.” He quickly unbelted and unzipped himself, and was soon plunging his cock into Gwen’s sloshy vagina. Gwen, finding it harder and harder to hold back, moaned with pleasure as the middle-aged man’s erection pistoned in and out of her.
She reached her orgasm mere seconds before he reached his. Pressing his cock deep inside her, he spewed his semen in spurt after spurt, panting and gasping from exertion as Gwen went limp in a post-orgasmic glow.
“Well, it seems you were telling the truth,” said Jerry, pulling his cock out of Gwen and tucking it away. “Tammy backed you up.”
Gwen was a little disappointed that her exploitation by these men had apparently come to an end, but she also could not help feeling relieved to have her name cleared. “Good,” she said. “Thank you. Does that mean I’m free to go?”
“Yup,” said Jerry, “with our apologies for the misunderstanding.”
As Gwen sat up and climbed off the desk, she felt a rush of semen leaking from her vagina and running down her thighs. “Um, do you have any tissues?” she asked.
“Nope,” said Rick with a grin.
Gwen looked around, and spotted a box of Puffs on the corner of the desk. “What about those?” she inquired.
“Those are for employees only,” said Rick.
Clearly, he liked the idea of her walking out of here with sperm running down her legs. “Fair enough,” she said. “Well, goodbye then.”
“Come back anytime!” said Joey.
Gwen left the office, and began walking back through the mall towards Forever 21. Stares and exclamations followed her, and she was acutely aware of her sticky thighs. Then, to her surprise, she heard a familiar voice.
“Gwen? Is that you?”
Gwen turned in a panic to see her father staring at her with an open mouth. In her almost trance-like state, she had walked right past him without noticing him. “Oh god!” she squealed, covering her breasts and pussy. “Dad! What are you doing here?”
“I’m in town for a conference!” he said. “But never mind that – what the hell’s going on?”
“Oh Dad – I’m so sorry!” wailed Gwen. “I’m having a bit of a wild day. A strange experience at work this morning kind of opened my eyes to a whole new world ... and ... well ... you remember Jed?”
“Vividly,” said her father with a grimace. Then he frowned. “Is he behind this?”
“No!” said Gwen firmly. “He has nothing to do with this. Well – except indirectly I guess...” She took a deep breath. “Perhaps I should start at the beginning.”
“Okay, but maybe not here?” suggested her father, nervously noting the gathering crowd of spectators.
“Oh ... sure ... well, actually I have to get back to work,” said Gwen. “But can we meet up for dinner later?”
“Yes of course,” said her father. “But are you sure you’re going to be all right? Maybe I should accompany you back to work – you’re surely not working naked these days though, are you?”
“No, of course not!” said Gwen. “And don’t worry – I’m with my colleague May – she’s waiting for me in Forever 21.”
“I’ll accompany you there, then,” said her father.
“Thanks,” said Gwen gratefully.
Nobody bothered her for the rest of the way. When she entered Forever 21, there were Tammy and May. “There you are!” exclaimed May. “I was so worried!”
“Me too!” said Tammy, looking relieved. She was still skirtless, and wearing Gwen’s poo-filled panties. “I’m so sorry you got thrown out of the store!”
“Yeah ... well ... it’s okay,” said Gwen. “But I should probably put some clothes on now.”
“Yes ... of course,” said Tammy. “I ... I’ve got quite used to these panties of yours, but ... I suppose I should give them back...”
“Yes please,” said Gwen. “But I’m glad you’ve been enjoying them.”
Tammy grinned sheepishly as she carefully pulled Gwen’s panties down her legs and stepped out of them. “Here,” she said. Once Gwen had taken them, Tammy hastily pulled on her skirt and zipped it up.
Gwen’s father peered into her panties in astonishment. “Is that your poop, Gwen?”
“Who’s this?” demanded May suspiciously.
“Oh, sorry, this is my dad,” said Gwen. “Dad, this is May.”
“Call me Dylan,” said Gwen’s father.
“Nice to meet you,” said May.
“I’ll call you later, Dad, okay?” said Gwen.
“Oh,” said Dylan. “Right. I’ll talk to you soon, then.” With a little wave of his hand, he turned and headed out of the shop.
Gwen stepped into her panties, and pulled them up, sighing happily as her buttocks and pussy came into contact with her poo. Then she turned to May and said excitedly, “You’ll never guess what happened to me!”
“Tell me later!” said May firmly. “It’s already after one o’clock, and you still have to pay for your new clothes!”
“Oh god – yes,” said Gwen. “What am I getting again?”
“These,” said May, handing Gwen a pile of clothing. “Trust me.”
“I trust you,” said Gwen, and she set off toward the checkout.
“I’ve also got your shoes and sweater here,” said May.
“Good – thanks,” said Gwen. She stood in line, a respectful distance from the woman in front of her, and awaited her turn patiently.
“You seem a little underdressed!” said the cashier, looking uncomfortably at Gwen’s breasts as Gwen finally stepped up to pay for her clothes.
“Yes,” agreed Gwen. “That’s why I’m buying these tops.” She watched curiously as the cashier scanned the tags. She recognised the tan sweater and the sheer crop top, but the three other tops were unfamiliar. They looked delightfully skimpy though.
She paid for the tops, then left the store with May. “Are you going to put one of those on?” asked May, amused.
“I suppose I should,” replied Gwen, chuckling. “I kind of love being topless in public though, I’ve decided. Anyway let me tell you what happened with the security guys!”
“Oh yes – go on,” said May.
“Well I was led like at least halfway through the mall, totally naked,” said Gwen, “by these two guards, Jerry and Marv. They took me to their office, where a couple of other guards were. Rick and, um, Joey. And ... all four of them fucked me.”
May stopped dead, staring at Gwen in disbelief. “They WHAT??”
“I know!” Gwen squealed excitedly. “It was so intense!”
“Gwen, that’s...” May seemed lost for words. “And ... you’re okay?”
“I’m better than okay!” said Gwen. “I loved it!”
“Jeez!” said May, stunned. “And I thought I was a slut for having sex with two guys in one evening... They weren’t in quick succession though!”
Gwen’s face fell. “Don’t be like that, May – please? This was the first time I actually enjoyed sex. The only other guy I’ve had sex with was my boyfriend Jed, and that was over ten years ago! And he was an asshole.”
“God, really?” said May, appalled. “Well no wonder you’re cutting loose!” She took Gwen’s hand. “Gwen, I’m happy for you. I really am. I’m just a little anxious for you – I don’t want you getting hurt. Did they use any ... protection?”
“Nope!” said Gwen. “They might very well have knocked me up. And I’m totally fine with that. I’ve always wanted a baby, but until today I’d kinda given up the idea.”
“But Gwen!” said May. “Wouldn’t you rather be more ... selective...? I mean, you’ve suddenly become sexy as hell – you can have your pick!”
Gwen’s eyes widened. “You really think so?”
“I know so!” said May. “I could find you a great boyfriend in no time, trust me. Heck, half the men at work want to get into your panties now!”
“They do? Which ones?” asked Gwen.
May chuckled. “Oh, they’ll come to you, honey,” she said. “Just ... at least consider a morning-after pill, please? You’ll find it a lot harder to get a long-term boyfriend if you’re pregnant with some other guy’s baby.”
Gwen nodded. “Fair point,” she said.
She climbed into the passenger seat of May’s car, and squatted on the seat once again as May drove back to work. In the parking lot, Gwen got out, and put her shoes back on. “Now, which top...?” she wondered. She loved the beige one, but had not yet tried May’s other picks.
“Maybe try on the new ones later?” suggested May. “We should get inside...”
“Okay,” said Gwen, nodding. She put on the see-through beige top, grabbed her purse and the bag containing the rest of her new tops, and followed May to the front door of the building.
Back inside the office, she went straight to her desk and began working. It was not long however before Gail noticed her return, and came over. “Holy shit, Gwen, what are you wearing?” she exclaimed. “And you’ve still not emptied your panties??”
“I didn’t want to block up any toilets,” said Gwen, turning around. “I’ll deal with it tonight. Besides, it doesn’t smell nearly as much now.”
“That’s true, but ... oh god, Gwen, I can see your boobs!” Gail shook her head in exasperation. “I love that you’ve discovered a new side of yourself, but we do have a dress code here!”
“Yes, I know,” said Gwen. “Remind me which provision of that code I’m violating...?”
Gail raised an eyebrow. “I seriously doubt you’ll get away with that outfit on a technicality,” she said. “Besides, I’m pretty sure crop tops are specifically proscribed.”
“Well, if I have to change, I’ll do so,” said Gwen. “But I guess the point is – as my boss, are you going to insist that I change?”
“I probably should,” said Gail, “but I personally think it’s awesome that you’re shedding your inhibitions. Tell you what: I won’t make you change, unless someone complains to me about you.”
“Fair enough,” said Gwen. “Thank you!”
“And,” added Gail, “if Nelson says it’s okay.”
“Oh!” said Gwen. “You want me to go and see him now?”
“Sure, why not?” said Gail. “I’m tempted to go with you myself, just to see his face ... but ... never mind. You go on. Good luck!”
Gwen set off for Nelson’s office, but she did not get very far before she became surrounded by astonished co-workers plying her with questions.
“No, I haven’t lost my mind,” she assured them. “I’m just exploring the new me. It may not last long – I’m on my way to see what Nelson thinks.”
Eventually she managed to escape from the crowd, and she continued to Nelson’s office, where she knocked on the door, worrying at her lower lip with her front teeth. His door had a glass window; he looked up, and beckoned her in.
“Um, hi Nelson,” she said, as she entered.
He stared at her. “That’s quite the outfit, Miss Waverley,” he said. “Are you getting ready for bed early?”
“Gail said I could wear it, if you said it was okay,” said Gwen nervously. “So um, what do you think?”
“Come here,” he said, his eyes flitting from her panties to her breasts.
Her heart beating rapidly, Gwen walked around the edge of his desk, and stood in front of him. Reaching out with his right hand, he cupped her pussy through her panties, making her gasp.
For a moment, neither of them said anything, while he gently massaged her pussy. Then he said, “Take off your top.”
She did so, without hesitation. Then she threw her top into the corner of the room, by the door.
“What would you do,” Nelson continued, “if I were to tell you I’m going to fuck you now?”
Gwen was starting to feel lightheaded. “I would take off my panties and bend over your desk,” she said breathlessly.
“And what if I were to tell you to go and have sex with Willard?” Nelson asked, softly rubbing her clitoris through a thin layer of cotton and Lycra.
Gwen gulped. “I ... I would go to his office, pull down my panties, and ask him to fuck me,” she whispered.
“Good!” said Nelson, withdrawing his hand. “Now give me a blowjob, and you can wear that outfit, poop included, for the rest of the day.”
Wide-eyed, Gwen approached his chair, then she knelt down, and hesitantly began to unzip and unbutton him. She reached into his boxer shorts, pulled out his erect penis, and began to suck on it.
“Good girl,” said Nelson. “Now scoot under the desk, so nobody will see you if they look in. I’ve got a conference call now, so just keep doing your thing.”
With his cock still in her mouth, Gwen shuffled around on her knees until she was between Nelson and his desk. She backed underneath it, and he rolled his chair forward, trapping her in place. Picking up his phone, he dialled into his conference call, and over the next few minutes he casually led a discussion on the upcoming Line D de-bottlenecking project, while Gwen diligently sucked on his cock.
After a while, however, Gwen could hear Nelson’s breathing becoming heavier, and she increased the speed and urgency of her sucking. Soon Nelson had to put his phone on mute, and shortly afterwards, he groaned in pleasure as he spurted copious globs of semen into Gwen’s mouth. Gwen excitedly drank it down as she rubbed her pussy through her panties, and she continued gently sucking for another couple of minutes, until Nelson finally rolled his chair back to let her out.
“Good job,” he said, tucking his penis away. “Enjoy your afternoon, but make sure the quality of your work doesn’t suffer.”
“Yes sir,” said Gwen. “What about tomorrow?”
“Wear whatever you like,” he said, with his finger on the mute button, “but report to me first thing – I’ll tell you how you can earn it.” He pressed the button. “No Steve, that’s not what was agreed. We can’t afford to extend the timeline that much...”
Gwen smiled happily as she slipped out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her. Returning to her desk, she resumed working, but it was not long before eager photographers were gathering around her cube again, wanting her to pose for them or, in some cases, with them. Gwen was happy to do so ... up to a point. But she was not getting much done, and after a while this was beginning to make her anxious.
She has just got back to work for what seemed like the thirtieth tone when she heard a throat clearing behind her, and a male voice that said, “Gwen...?”
“Ugh!” she exclaimed, rounding on Benny Brown, a rather insignificant forty-year-old data entry clerk. “I have work to do, you know!”
“I’m sorry!” he said, taken aback. “I’ll go away.”
Gwen instantly felt bad for snapping at him – but she was fairly sure this was not his first visit. “Didn’t you already get some photos?” she inquired.
“I did,” he said, nodding. “But ... actually ... I came to ask if you...” He took a deep breath. “If you would like to have dinner with me this evening.”
Gwen stared at him in surprise. “You’re asking me out? Like on a date?”
“Yes,” he said. “I’m sure you must have had lots of offers...”
Gwen suddenly felt rather shy. Her cheeks began to turn a little pink. “Actually I haven’t,” she said. “You’re the first.”
“Really?” said Benny in surprise. “Wow. But you’ve had so much attention...”
“Yes, I’m feeling very lusted after,” said Gwen, “and that’s new and unexpected and awesome ... but nobody else has expressed an interest in dating me. So yes – I’d love to have dinner with you.”
Benny beamed. “Thank you!” he said.
“Wait – aww crap,” said Gwen. “I already promised my dad I’d have dinner with him.”
“Oh,” said Benny, a little crestfallen. “Maybe tomorrow night?”
“No!” said Gwen. “I’ll call my dad and put him off. He’ll understand. He knows I don’t get asked out much.” Or at all.
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to interfere with your plans with your dad,” said Benny hurriedly. “I don’t want him resenting me from the get-go!”
“Tomorrow, my panties won’t be full of poop,” said Gwen shrewdly. She was curious to learn how he would react to this.
“Oh,” said Benny, looking disappointed. “Well ... that’s okay.”
Gwen smiled. “You want me to keep my messy panties on during our date, don’t you?”
He shook his head. “I can’t ask you to do that,” he said.
Gwen giggled. “But I want to!” she said. “You really like it? My poop, I mean – the way it looks in my panties?”
“Oh yes,” he said fervently. “It’s incredibly sexy!” Then he added, hastily, “But that’s not the only reason I asked you out.”
Gwen would have been quite content with the thought of having attracted a man solely on the basis of her panty-pooping, but this was nice to hear nonetheless. “Oh?” she asked curiously.
“I’ve always overlooked you in the past,” Benny confessed. “But today, with you uncovering yourself so much ... I’ve finally taken a good look at you, and realised how beautiful you are.”
Gwen’s cheeks turned bright red. “I’m far from beautiful,” she said awkwardly, wondering if he was making fun of her.
“You are, though!” Benny said earnestly. “The poop is just the icing on the cake. But look at those eyes ... those lovely boobs ... those lips, I just want to...”
“Yes?” said Gwen, wide-eyed.
But Benny was looking a little flustered. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said boobs. I meant breasts.”
“Oh, never mind that,” said Gwen impatiently. “Look ... just wait a second ... let me call my dad.” Benny nodded, and she picked up her phone. She called her father, who answered almost immediately.
“Melville’s Horn Polishers, the number one choice for narwhals,” he said. “How may I assist you?”
“Dad, you goofball,” said Gwen. “I just called to tell you ... I was just asked out on a date!”
“Oh!” he said. “Congratulations! Who is he?”
“A colleague,” she said. “His name’s Benny. The thing is, though ... he was hoping we could go to dinner tonight...”
“Ah, I see,” said Dylan. “And you want to cancel our dinner plans, is that it?”
“Well ... postpone,” said Gwen.
“Gwen, you owe me an explanation for your behaviour today, wandering through the mall naked and whatnot,” said Dylan. “The idea behind having dinner together was so that we could talk about it. I’m worried about you! Think how it felt, seeing my daughter out in public in her birthday suit, with hundreds of people gawking...”
“All right all right!” said Gwen quickly, trying to stem the torrent. “We’ll have dinner together.” Disappointment wrenched at her ... but then she had an idea. “What if Benny came along too?” She turned to look at Benny, who seemed startled. She raised her eyebrow at him.
“That’s fine with me,” he said.
“Sure, I’d like to meet this Benny,” said Dylan, “though I’m sure it’s not the first date he had in mind...”
“He says it’s fine,” said Gwen. “Good! That’s settled then. How about Juniper Grove? At six?”
“Works for me,” said Dylan. “See you there.”
“Okay,” said Gwen. “Bye Dad.” She hung up, then turned to Benny. “Sorry Benny – I know it’s not ideal. I’m sure you wanted it to be just the two of us – and if we’re going to a restaurant I’ll have to ditch the messy panties... But maybe we can go back to my place after dinner? I can put my poopy panties back on...”
Benny smiled. “I’d like that,” he said.
“Now,” said Gwen, “I really must get back to work!”
Once Benny had left, Gwen grabbed a blank sheet of paper and wrote on it with a marker pen in large black letters: “DO NOT DISTURB”. Then she taped it to the outside of her cube. After that, while a few men stopped by to take more photos, nobody asked her to pose.
CHAPTER THREE - GWEN GOES ON A DATE
By five o’clock she was in good shape, all caught up with her emails and with the production schedule looking robust through the rest of the month. She sent an instant message to Benny.
Waverley, Gwen 4:59pm:
I’m off home to change. See you at Juniper Grove in an hour?
Brown, Benny 5:00pm:
Okay, cool! I’ll see you there. I’m just going to hang around here – my commute is too long to justify going home.
Waverley, Gwen 5:00pm:
Oh! Well if you’re not going home, would you mind driving ME home? Driving with full panties could be tricky!
Brown, Benny 5:01pm:
Sure, I’d be happy to! I’ll be right over.
Waverley, Gwen 5:01pm:
Ok!
Gwen quickly shut down her computer, put her phone and charging cable in her purse, then she folded up her long sweater and skirt, and put them in the bag with her tops. Then Benny came around the corner, smiling all over his pudgy face.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “Let’s go.”
Outside, in the parking lot, she followed Benny to his car: a rather shabby-looking Nissan Altima. “Oh,” he said, in sudden concern. “I’d better clean off the passenger seat...”
Gwen waited politely while he hastily gathered up an armful of papers, bags, candy wrappers, and a thermos from the passenger side, and tossed them on to the back seat. When he was done, she placed her purse and her bag of clothes in front of the passenger seat, before carefully climbing in herself. Kicking her shoes off, she squatted barefoot on the seat, as she had done in May’s car earlier.
“You’ll have to direct me,” said Benny.
“Take a right, then left at the lights,” said Gwen. “It’s not far – just a couple of miles.”
“Would you mind putting your seatbelt on?” said Benny. “I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.”
“Awww,” said Gwen, smiling. “Sure.” It was a little awkward, but she managed to get herself strapped in. “Sorry for stinking up your car – I hope the smell doesn’t linger.”
“Are you kidding me?” said Benny. “I hope it does! I’m honoured to have you – and your poop – in my car.”
Gwen beamed. “That’s a very nice thing to say, Benny – thank you.”
They set off, and were soon pulling up outside Gwen’s house. “Nice place!” said Benny.
“Thanks,” said Gwen. “It’s only a two-bedroom, but I like it, and it’s a nice neighbourhood.” She unfastened her seatbelt, opened her door, and climbed out.
Benny followed her to the front door, sighing wistfully at her bulging panties. “Such a shame that you’ll have to take those off...” he murmured.
Gwen giggled. “I know,” she said. “But presumably you’ll want me to take them off later, though!”
Benny’s eyes widened. “You mean... Wow! I didn’t realise you were expecting...”
Gwen blushed. “I suppose I ought to be playing a little harder to get, huh?” she said ruefully. She entered her house, and switched on the living room light. “Have a seat – I’ll go and change.”
Benny sat down in an armchair, and Gwen hurried upstairs, her poo bouncing with each step and thudding into her buttocks and pussy. In the bathroom, she took off her panties and placed them carefully in the bath, then she took a couple of minutes to wash and dry her nether regions.
In her bedroom, she put on a clean pair of white panties, then she opened her closet and looked for something to wear for dinner. But as she rummaged through her collection of drab and concealing clothing, it became painfully obvious that she did not have anything suitably sexy for her first date with Benny.
Feeling disheartened, and a little desperate, she turned to the bag of clothes that May had picked out for her. The first item she pulled out was a skimpy bra top – that would not do at all. The next, however, made her eyes light up: it was a naughty little pink negligée, gauzy and see-through. To wear it as a dress to a restaurant would be totally outrageous ... and so of course she had to do it. At least it would cover her panties.
Or so she thought. But when she put it on, she discovered with a mixture of consternation and delight that it came barely halfway down her buttocks at the back, and was about two inches shy of covering her panties at the front. She bit her lip. Did she dare to wear this for her date?
Putting on a pair of high-heeled shoes, she went into the bathroom and spruced up her hair and make-up. Then, a little nervously, she went back downstairs.
Benny looked to as she entered the room. “Wow!” he said. “You look amazing!”
Gwen blushed. “Thank you,” she said. “But I need a second opinion: is this too much for our date?”
“Hmm,” said Benny. “If you’re asking whether it’s too sexy for Juniper Grove, then the answer is yes, almost certainly.”
Gwen nodded, feeling disappointed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“But,” continued Benny, “if you’re asking whether I want you to wear that for our date this evening, then the answer is an emphatic yes!”
Gwen giggled happily. “Then this is what I’ll wear,” she said firmly. “Come what may.”
Benny grinned. “I feel like the luckiest man on the planet right now,” he said.
Gwen beamed. “You just wait,” she said, thinking about all the wonderful sex she was planning to have with him later. But then an uncomfortable thought crept into her mind. She was tempted to simply avoid the issue for as long as possible, but if she did not address it now, it would cast a shadow over the whole evening. “Benny,” she said, staring at the floor, “I need to tell you something...”
“Oh?” he inquired. Then he listened, with widening eyes, as Gwen related the story of what had happened to her at the mall. “Holy shit!” he whispered eventually.
“So I understand if this makes you think less of me,” concluded Gwen, still eyeing the carpet, “and if you want to call off our date...”
“Why would I want to do that?” interrupted Benny. “Jeez, Gwen – that story was incredible! What an amazing, sexy, adventurous woman you are!”
“It doesn’t bother you that I had sex with four guys today?” asked Gwen in surprise.
“I love that you had sex with four guys today!” said Benny excitedly. “And the fact that it was all unprotected ... fantastic! So risky ... so dirty! And then ... the blowjob ... wow. It just makes me want you even more!” Then he paused, thoughtfully. “I guess it ought to bother me. Does it bother you that it doesn’t?”
Gwen, who was rapidly soaking her panties, shook her head. “No,” she said. “Actually it’s turning me on. A lot.” She walked over to stand in front of him. “Feel how wet my panties are.”
Benny’s eyes widened at the invitation, but he did not hesitate, and Gwen’s breath caught as he cupped her pussy with his hand. “Very wet!” he remarked, and he licked his lips as he gently kneaded her labia with his fingers. “Actually, I think you should go and change them.”
“Oh,” said Gwen, feeling a little embarrassed. “You don’t like my panties being wet?” That could be a problem, she thought.
“I’d just prefer to see you in panties that are more ... full of poop,” explained Benny.
“Oh!” gasped Gwen. She could not possibly go to the restaurant with fully-loaded panties. But Benny was already pulling her clean panties down, and she was not stopping him. “I’ll just go and change, then,” she said, feeling light-headed. Stepping out of her panties, she walked out of the room, and headed back upstairs. She retrieved her poo-filled panties from the bath, and put them back on. As she pulled them up, she shivered as the poo, cool to the touch and now quite dry, squished slightly against her pussy and buttocks. Then she went back downstairs. “All right, I’m ready to go,” she said.
“Excellent,” said Benny, grinning.
In his car, two minutes later, Gwen had a question. “What if Nelson wants to fuck me?” she asked. “You know – assuming you and I are a couple...”
“Then you should let him fuck you,” said Benny immediately. “Don’t even play hard to get. Just pull your panties down, bend over his desk, and let him take you.”
Gwen shivered, and nodded. “Okay,” she said. Benny had not even kissed her yet, but he was already directing her sex life. It was strange, but exciting.
They arrived at the restaurant with five minutes to spare. As they entered, however, a uniformed young woman hurried up to them, looking with dismay at Gwen’s outfit. “You can’t come in here like that!” she said. “We’ve got families here!”
“But we’re meeting someone here,” said Gwen.
“I’m sorry, but you have to leave right now!” insisted the agitated waitress, staring anxiously at Gwen’s visible breasts.
“Okay, okay, we’re going,” said Benny. “Come on, Gwen.
As luck would have it, Dylan was just approaching the front door as they stepped outside. “Good heavens!” he exclaimed. “Another skimpy outfit, Gwen? Whatever’s gotten into you?”
“I believe that was to be the topic of our conversation this evening,” said Gwen. “But it’ll have to be somewhere else; they wouldn’t let me in here.”
“I’m not surprised!” said Dylan. “I don’t suppose there’s any restaurant that would! Are ... are those panties still full of your poop?”
“Yes,” admitted Gwen.
“Actually,” said Benny, “there is one place that might let us in...”
“What place?” asked Dylan in surprise.
“The Rat Trap,” said Benny. “It’s a little dive on Sewer Street. Hardly anyone eats there; the only reason it’s still in business is that it’s a front for an underground gambling operation. The owner is an ex-con named Lou Dingley. He’s a rather disgusting old pervert – which is why I think he’d let Gwen in.”
Gwen and Dylan were both staring at Benny. “How do you know so much about this place?” inquired Dylan.
“I’d like to know that too!” said Gwen.
“My little brother Joey,” said Benny with a sigh. “He’s the black sheep of the family, I’m afraid. Our parents disowned him years ago, but I do what I can to help him out; keep him out of trouble if possible. Anyway I had to pick him up from The Rat Trap last month, and he told me all about the place.”
“Well it sounds horrible,” said Dylan. “Perhaps we could just go back to your place, Poppet...?”
“I don’t think so, Dad!” said Gwen. “This is supposed to be my first date with Benny! I realise my outfit is a little extreme, but if there’s a place that will accept me like this, then I’d like to at least check it out. If you don’t want to join us, of course, that’s perfectly fine with me!”
“No no, you’re not getting out of it that easily,” said Dylan sternly. “If you want to risk food poisoning at a place called The Rat Trap, then I guess I’ll just have to do the same.”
“Fine!” said Gwen. “Let’s go then.”
After another short drive, Benny managed to find a parking spot on the malodorous thoroughfare that was Sewer Street. Gwen climbed out of the passenger side once again, and then she and Benny waited while Dylan found his own parking spot. Soon, all three of them were heading inside.
There was nobody inside the grimy dining area in which they found themselves. “What a dump!” exclaimed Dylan. “What’s that?” He peered closely at a dark object on the wall nearby. “A cockroach! There’s an actual cockroach on the wall here!”
Gwen shuddered. This place really was disgusting. But then, who was she to judge? She had just walked in here with her panties full of poo.
A paunchy, middle-aged man with a very obvious and extensive combover appeared from a door in the back. “Hey there,” he said, “I’ll be right...” Then he noticed Gwen. “Hey...!” he added, in a more welcoming tone. He hurried over at a fast amble. “Well you’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” His tongue lolled out of his mouth a little as he peered closely at her breasts. “What a nice dress!”
“Thank you!” Gwen giggled, blushing.
“I’m Lou,” said the man, finally raising his eyes to her face, and glancing at Benny and Dylan. “Welcome to my little restaurant.” Then he sniffed. “What’s that smell?”
“Oh, that’s me,” said Gwen. “I pooped in my panties.” She turned around to show him. “You don’t mind, do you? I like how it feels.”
Lou stared at her bulging panties. “Are you for real?” he asked uncertainly. “Did one of the guys put you up to this?”
“Nobody put me to to it, I swear,” Gwen assured him. “If you’re not willing to put up with the smell, I totally understand – we can find somewhere else to eat. But Benny thought this would be the one place that wouldn’t kick me out...”
Lou peered at Benny. “Have we met?”
“I’m Joey Brown’s brother,” said Benny.
“Oh ... right,” said Lou, nodding. He turned and smiled ingratiatingly at Gwen. “Well you’ve come to the right place. Have a seat – anywhere you like.”
There were no booths; just six rectangular tables, whose shabby plastic tablecloths were heavily stained and torn in multiple places. The chairs looked cheap, with black metal frames and black plastic seats and backs. Lou hovered nearby as Gwen pulled out one of the chairs, regarding it hesitantly as she wondered how best to sit down without making too much of a mess.
“Don’t worry about making a mess,” said Lou cheerfully, as if reading her mind. “These chairs wipe clean easily enough.” He moved behind the chair and held it for her.
“Okay, thank you,” said Gwen. “It’s pretty dry by now anyway.” As she stepped in front of the chair and slowly lowered her overloaded panties towards the seat, Lou pushed the chair firmly forward. It hit the backs of her knees, making her sit down a little harder than she intended. “Oh!” she gasped, feeling her poo mould itself around her pussy and squish between her buttocks.
“Now,” said Lou, placing his hands on Gwen’s shoulders and pushing firmly downwards. “What can I get you all to drink?”
Gwen shivered as her buttocks and pussy sank deeper into her poo, which pressed between her labia and oozed over her clitoris. The sensation was delicious, and more than made up for the pang of regret she was feeling for the loss of her perfect bulge. She picked up a drinks menu and scanned it quickly. “I’ll have ... a red wine please.” No mention of origin, variety or vintage on the menu – she hoped it would not be horrible.
“Certainly,” said Lou, now massaging her shoulders. “And for you gentlemen?”
Both men ordered beers, and Lou headed off to the kitchen. “Well he was friendly, at least,” said Dylan. “But now that he’s gone ... Gwen, you’re killing me here. What the heck is up with you today?”
Gwen ground her pussy into her poo, and shivered. Then she took a deep breath, and related the events of the Quarterly Review meeting, while her father listened with increasing shock and consternation.
“So just like that, you went from wallflower to shameless exhibitionist?” he demanded incredulously. “You couldn’t find some happy medium in the middle?”
“And water down an activity I enjoy?” replied Gwen. “No Dad – I want to make up for lost time. Think of how much of my life I wasted! My entire twenties – I could have been out clubbing in microskirts, pooping my panties in public places, having sex with all kinds of men ... if only I’d known how much fun it could be!”
Dylan groaned anxiously. “You’re going to get yourself arrested!” he fretted.
“We’ll see,” said Gwen. Then, because she really didn’t want to worry him unduly, she added, “I’ll be careful, Dad.”
This assurance did little to ease Dylan’s mind, but before he could say anything else on the subject, Lou returned. First he set down the beers, then he poured Gwen’s wine. “Have you decided what you’d like to eat?” he asked politely.
“I’ll just have a burger and fries please,” said Benny.
“Same for me please,” said Gwen.
“A Sloppy Joe for me please,” said Dylan.
“Great – I’ll go and wake up the chef then,” said Lou. Then he laughed. “I’m kidding, of course.” He took a long, lingering look at Gwen’s breasts, then he turned and walked back to the kitchen.
“What I still don’t understand,” said Dylan, “is how you went from just being topless in a meeting with your colleagues, to walking naked through the mall.”
“Oh,” said Gwen. “Well, I decided to do a bit of clothes shopping...” And she explained how she had got naked in Forever 21, been kicked out, then apprehended by mall security. She omitted the gangbang part; she did not want to freak him out any more than necessary.
“And ... you enjoyed all that?” asked Dylan, aghast. “The name-calling, the public humiliation?”
Gwen thought about this. “I wouldn’t say enjoyed,” she said. “I’m not keen on being insulted. Some of the comments from the men were more lecherous, and I did get a bit of a rush from those. But what really excited me was the thrill of all that attention on my naked body. People were staring at me – a lot of them lustfully, I’m pretty sure – and I just loved that. I also loved the fact that the security guys were getting a kick out of parading me naked through the mall and not letting me cover up. I’m sure that was a dismissible offence, if I chose to complain about it. But of course I wouldn’t do that.”
Dylan sighed. “I think I understand,” he said. “You’ve been hiding yourself away for so long – Jed really did a number on you, didn’t he?”
“He really did,” agreed Gwen with a little shudder.
“And now you’ve discovered that you’re desirable,” continued Dylan. “I suppose it’s natural for you to explore that. I only hope this is just a phase.”
“It’s possible,” said Gwen with a shrug. “But I intend to enjoy it while it lasts. And now, if you don’t mind ... this is also supposed to be my first date with Benny, so I’d like to spend at least some of this time talking to him...”
“Of course,” said Dylan. “Go ahead – don’t mind me.”
“I’m just enjoying the fact that you’re sitting there in your poop,” said Benny, with a smirk. “How are you liking that, by the way?”
“It’s lovely,” confessed Gwen with a grin, wiggling her hips so that the poo smushed around her pussy. “I’m making quite a mess of the chair though.”
The kitchen door swung open, and Lou came through it with two plates of food. “Here you go,” he said, setting down Benny’s and Gwen’s burgers and fries. “I’ll be right back with your Sloppy Joe.”
As he returned to the kitchen, Gwen warily lifted the upper half of her bun, which was warm and a little soggy. Underneath was a warm, soggy lettuce leaf, and under that, a warm and soggy burger. “This may be the worst burger I’ve ever seen,” she remarked.
“Just wait till you taste it,” said Benny, grimacing, having just taken his first bite. “Seems like this was microwaved. It’s not even heated all the way through.”
“Ugh,” said Gwen. “Well, I’m not sure I’d dare to complain...”
When Dylan’s Sloppy Joe arrived, he regarded it suspiciously, but nevertheless took a bite. “It’s a bit bland,” he reported, “but it’s edible, at least.”
Gwen managed to get through her burger with the help of her wine, which was actually quite passable. But as she chatted with Benny and Dylan, she noticed that her father was looking a little subdued. “Are you okay, Dad?” she asked.
“Yes, fine,” he said shortly.
Lou returned. “Dessert for anyone...?” he asked.
Dylan shook his head, and Benny said, “We’re good thanks.”
“All right – here you go then,” said Lou, putting the bill down on the table between Dylan and Benny. As he returned to the kitchen, Benny picked up the bill. “I’ve got this,” he said.
“I think my meal may be disagreeing with me,” replied Dylan. “Excuse me.” He got to his feet, and walked swiftly to the restroom.
“Uh-oh,” said Benny. “Maybe this place wasn’t the best idea.”
“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” said Gwen optimistically. “But if he decides to cut the evening short and head home ... would that be so bad?”
Benny grinned. “It would be nice to have you to myself,” he agreed. He pulled out his wallet, and placed his credit card on the bill near the edge of the table. It was not long before Lou came back out and retrieved them.
“Your dad’s taking a while,” Benny observed.
“Yes,” said Gwen. “Maybe I should go and check on him...”
Benny chuckled. “Maybe I should,” he said. “You might find it a bit of a challenge to walk across the room without dropping chunks of poop behind you.”
“Yes,” agreed Gwen with a rueful chuckle. “Getting up is going to be a messy business, I’m sure. Anyway, I don’t want to embarrass Dad if possible – let’s give him a couple more minutes before we check up on him.”
Lou returned a moment later, and handed Benny his card and three slips of paper. “I hope you enjoyed your meal,” he said. “Have a good night.”
“Thank you,” said Benny. “You too.”
Dylan now finally emerged from the toilet, looking pale. “I’m going to call it a night,” he said. “It was nice meeting you, Benny. Perhaps we can do this again sometime ... only, perhaps not here!”
“I’d like that,” said Benny, getting to his feet and extending his hand.
Dylan took it, and seemed to be about to say something ... but then he clutched his stomach as vomit sprayed from his mouth, splattering across Benny’s face and shirt. Too late, he slapped a hand to his mouth. “God I’m so sorry!” he said indistinctly.
Benny stared in horror at his shirt. “No problem!” he replied, in a rather strangled voice. “Uh, I’m just going to go and clean myself up...” He hurried off to the restroom.
“I’ll call you tomorrow, Poppet,” said Dylan, wiping his mouth with his table napkin. “Have a good night.” Still looking queasy, he lurched toward the front door.
Now alone, Gwen decided she should probably get herself ready to leave. Rather stickily, she slowly got to her feet while pushing her chair back. Turning and looking down, she saw that the seat of the chair was indeed in a terrible state, with squished poo spread across the plastic upholstery in two large mirror-image smears. A couple of small chunks had even dropped on to the floor.
She could not possibly leave her chair in that state, of course. But she was not sure how she was going to clean it up. Maybe she could scrape off as much as possible with her hands, and put it back into her panties ... and for a moment she wondered if she might be able to restore her lovely bulge to its former glory.
She reached back to feel it, and her heart sank; it was squished flat, with a lumpy ridge running sideways across her bottom. There was no chance of restoring the bulge; it was too far gone. The material was sticky to the touch, and her buttocks, beyond the seams of her panties, were coated with poo.
She pressed down on the ridge, forcing poo between her buttocks. She shivered as it oozed over her anus; she loved how this felt. With her other hand, she cupped the lump of poo that had been squeezed into the front of her panties as she sat down, and she pressed it between her labia, rubbing it against her clitoris.
Getting excited, she pressed the back of her panties between her buttocks, sliding the poo-soaked material around, and getting so carried away that she did not notice the kitchen door opening.
Lou stopped in his tracks. “Having fun there?” he inquired in amusement.
“Oh god!” said Gwen, mortified. “I was just ... um ... trying to figure out how to clean up this mess. I don’t want to ruin your napkins...”
“Hmm,” said Lou. “I can fetch some paper towels, I guess. Where are the other two?”
“My dad left,” said Gwen. “My boyfriend is in the restroom, cleaning up. My dad threw up on him.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that!” said Lou. “I hope it wasn’t something he ate.”
A chunk of poo escaped from Gwen’s panties and thudded to the floor. “Oops,” she said. “Sorry about that!”
“Don’t worry,” said Lou. “But perhaps you should clean yourself up, before working on anything else.”
“Probably not a bad idea,” Gwen conceded.
“Would you like me to help?” asked Lou. “I don’t mind. And it’ll be quicker with two.”
Gwen smiled, and nodded. “That would be great – thanks,” she said. She figured Lou was probably just looking for an excuse to hang around and ogle her, but she did not mind that ... and she would certainly appreciate a bit of help.
“I’ll fetch some paper towels,” said Lou, and he retreated into the kitchen. A minute later, however, he returned clutching just one, mostly used-up roll. “Believe it or not, this is all we have!” he said. “I guess someone forgot to add paper towels to our last grocery list.” He came over to Gwen and crouched down behind her. Ripping off one paper towel, he used it to carefully pick up the fallen chunk of poo. “Uh...”
“You can just drop it in my panties,” said Gwen, hiking up her negligée and pulling out the waistband of her panties at the back.
Lou peered into her panties with interest. “Wow – still quite a lot in there,” he said. He carefully shook the poo chunk free from the paper towel, and it dropped inside Gwen’s panties. “Your butt’s real messy – we may not have enough paper towels...” He took hold of the sides of her panties, and tugged them down a little. “Want me to use this towel to wipe off some of that poop?”
Gwen shivered. “Sure,” she said. “That would be very helpful.”
“Let me just...” said Lou, pulling her panties down a little further. Then he added, “Actually, we might as well take these off.”
“Okay,” said Gwen, breathing a little more quickly as he pulled her panties all the way down her legs.
“You might want to take your shoes off, so they don’t get poop on them,” suggested Lou.
“Yes, good idea,” said Gwen, and she kicked off her shoes, one after the other. Then she stepped out of her panties, as Lou held them at ankle-level.
Lou carefully laid Gwen’s panties on the floor, then he took his paper towel and began wiping her buttocks, from the outside inward. But there was so much poo sticking to her skin that the paper towel was soon saturated with it, and he was doing little more than smearing the poo around. He put the towel down, and ripped off another piece. This, too, quickly became saturated, and he set it aside.
Ripping off the last three paper towels still joined together, Lou folded them over to make a relatively sturdy, squarish pad. He resumed wiping Gwen’s buttocks, but then he noticed a sizeable chunk of poo lodged between the tops of her thighs, nestling just beneath her crotch. Pushing his pad between her thighs, below the chunk of poo, Lou brought the wad of paper upward, catching and encompassing as much of the poo as possible. Then he slowly pulled it backwards, cupping it in his hand, and squishing it firmly against Gwen’s pussy, causing her to gasp.
“Looks like the poop spread pretty far towards the front,” said Lou, now gently sliding the lump of poo forwards again. “It’s a little hard to reach – can you maybe bend over a bit, and spread your feet apart?”
“Oh – sure,” said Gwen, bending over until she was resting her elbows on the table. She shuffled her feet apart, until about fifteen inches separated them. “How’s that?”
“Perfect,” said Lou, grinning at her anus. He continued pushing and pulling the chunk of poo back and forth, sliding it against her vaginal opening, her labia, and her clitoris.
“Is it?” asked Lou. “Well I’m glad it’s not unpleasant. You’re very messy, so this could take a while – if you can enjoy the experience, then so much the better.”
“Take as long as you need,” said Gwen, arching her back and pressing her pussy into the poo. “I’m not in a hurry.”
“Okay,” said Lou, gently massaging the poo into Gwen’s labia through the wad of paper, which was starting to disintegrate. A small brown lump of poo escaped over the side of the paper, and fell to the floor between Gwen’s feet.
The restroom door opened, and Benny reappeared. He looked startled as he saw Gwen bent over the table with Lou’s hand between her legs. “What’s going on?” he inquired suspiciously.
“Lou offered to help me clean up,” said Gwen, a little breathlessly. “I know I’m a little old to be having my butt wiped by someone else, but in fairness, there’s a lot of mess, and he can see what’s going on back there better than I can.”
“You’re welcome to take over if you like,” said Lou, withdrawing his hand and holding it towards Benny. The paper towel wad was by now in several brown, soggy pieces, and his hand was caked in poo up to his wrist.
Benny recoiled. “Uh, no thanks,” he said. “But Gwen, once you’re clean, do you want to catch a movie or something?”
“Sure!” said Gwen, pleased at the thought of prolonging her semi-naked night out. “This clean-up could take a while though.”
Benny sniffed at his shirt. “Ugh, the smell doesn’t want to come out of my shirt,” he said. “It would be nice to be able to change it before we go anywhere else.”
Lou reached for Gwen’s pussy again. His fingers, barely impeded by the remains of the paper towels, began stroking Gwen’s labia, and slipping between them. He squished chunks of poo against her, sliding them around and smearing them all over her pussy.
“You want to go to the mall?” Gwen panted. “You could get a new shirt ... and maybe pick a dress for me that wouldn’t get me kicked out of a cinema...”
“Oh! Good idea,” said Benny. “But, um, I don’t want to leave you here alone...”
“I’ll be fine,” gasped Gwen. “Like I said, this clean-up could take a while ... ohh!”
“Oops, sorry about that,” said Lou, pulling his middle finger out of her vagina. “It just slipped.”
“Don’t worry about it!” replied Gwen.
“What happened?” asked Benny.
“My finger slipped,” said Lou.
“Nothing to worry about, Benny,” Gwen assured him. “You go on – I’ll be fine.”
“Okay,” said Benny. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Are you sure you don’t mind helping Gwen out like this, Lou? It looks like very messy work.”
“I don’t mind at all,” said Lou cheerfully. “Oops!” He slowly pulled his finger back out of Gwen’s vagina again.
“It’s really okay,” said Gwen.
Lou withdrew his hand, and picked the crumpled remnants of the paper out of his palm. Dropping them on the floor, he reached between Gwen’s legs again, cupped her pussy, and resumed massaging it.
“All right, I’m off,” said Benny, heading for the door. “See you later, Gwen.”
Lou slowly inserted a finger into Gwen’s vagina. “Oops, sorry,” he said. “It’s just so slippery, with all the poop...”
“I honestly don’t mind,” said Gwen, undulating her hips a little. “There’s no need to apologise. If it happens, it happens. No big deal.”
“All right then,” said Lou, removing his finger. “I’ll just keep wiping then.” As Benny disappeared through the front door, Lou picked up a lemon-sized lump of poo from Gwen’s panties. Reaching up and pressing it between her legs, he began to mash it around her pussy. His fingers pushed through the poo to massage her labia, and he began making small circles around her clitoris, which sent delicious tingles through her body. After a while, Lou slid the whole mass of poo backwards between her buttocks, and squished and smeared it around her anus. Then he began spreading it out wider, coating a larger and larger area of her buttocks with poo.
“This isn’t going too well,” he admitted. “It’s just getting spread around.”
“That’s fine!” said Gwen. “Just do your best.”
Lou picked up more poo from her panties, and smeared it all over her bottom and around the sides of her hips. Then he pushed the greater part of it between her buttocks, and found her anus with his middle finger. He slowly pushed it into her rectum, making her gasp.
“Sorry,” he said, wiggling his finger inside her. But Gwen did not reply. Lou pulled out his finger, cupped his hand around the lump of poo, and slid it forwards until Gwen’s clitoris was roughly in the middle of his palm. Sweeping his hand from side to side, he coated her entire pussy with a thick layer of poo while she waited patiently, her negligée gathered up around her middle. If Lou smeared her poo much higher, she thought to herself, she would have to take it off.
But his poo-smearing hand eventually stopped a little short of her navel. Going back to her panties for more poo, he retrieved a golf ball-sized lump which he gently rubbed around her anus, then down to her vaginal opening. He gave it a little push, and it sank inside without fuss.
“Uh-oh!” he said. “I’m afraid a bit of poop went inside you.”
“Oh!” said Gwen. “Well, can you get it out?”
“I’ll try,” he replied, grinning. He pressed together his index and middle fingers, and slowly pushed them into her vagina. They met the lump he had just inserted, and pushed it deeper. “Uh, it’s a little tricky to get hold of,” he reported.
“Keep trying,” she said.
He spent the next couple of minutes thrusting his fingers in and out of her, on the pretext of trying to extract the poo. But it was soon beyond the reach of his fingertips, nestling up against her cervix.
“It’s too deep,” he said. “My fingers just can’t reach. Can we maybe try a different position?”
“Sure,” she said. “What do you have in mind?”
He pulled his fingers out. “Can you lie on the table on your back?” he asked.
Gwen stood up, turned around, and lay back until her shoulder-blades hit the tablecloth. Lou helped her to lift her legs up, and she spread her knees wide apart, vulgarly displaying her poo-covered pussy. Lou slid his fingers back inside her, but after some prolonged fingering, he had to concede that it was a lost cause.
“Never mind,” said Gwen. “I’ll flush it out later.”
“What if I shove some more in ... like, a lot ... and pack it well in?” Lou suggested. “Maybe I’ll be able to pull it all out in one chunk?”
“That might work...” Gwen agreed noncommittally, secretly thrilled at this idea.
“I’ll try it,” said Lou. He retrieved more poo from Gwen’s panties, and began pushing it into her vagina. Gwen’s cheeks flushed hot, and she stared up at the ceiling, not daring to meet Lou’s eye. Over the next couple of minutes, he packed her full of her own poo. Unfortunately, by now it had been squished and kneaded so much that it was far too soft to hold together in one piece. “Ugh,” he said. “There’s no way this is coming out. Sorry. I’ll just get back to wiping you.”
“Okay,” said Gwen.
“I’ve no more paper towels,” said Lou, “but your panties still have some clean spots. Shall I try and use those?”
“Yes, that sounds good,” said Gwen, tugging the front of her negligée up higher.
Lou stooped, and picked up Gwen’s panties, which by now did not contain much poo. However, this was easily remedied. “If you don’t mind waiting a moment,” he said, “I’m going to just quickly clean your chair while your panties are still partly clean.”
“Oh sure, go ahead,” said Gwen. She was a little disappointed that he was going to be neglecting her, even if for just a few minutes, but the thought that anyone could come into the restaurant and see her like this was very exciting.
Lou pulled a five-inch section of the waistband of Gwen’s panties taut, and used it to scoop up the mounds and ridges of poo that she had left behind on her chair. Then he pulled the chair back, and found a few more chunks of poo on the floor. He gathered these up and placed them inside the panties, after which the soggy brown garment contained about one third of its original massive amount. Since he did not want to do any actual cleaning of Gwen, he used the clean areas of the panties to carefully wipe all traces of poo off the chair.
With the panties now completely brown, he returned to Gwen. Placing his hand on her pussy, he gently massaged her labia and clit with his fingers. “All right,” he said, “let’s do some wiping.” He turned the panties over on to Gwen’s abdomen, and began to rub their squishy brown contents all over her belly. “Uh-oh,” he said. “This is actually making you way messier. I think you should take off your dress before it gets ruined.”
“Oh! Yes,” said Gwen, trying not to sound too eager. She arched her back, pulled her negligée up to her shoulder-blades, then she lifted her head and shoulders off the table, and pulled the flimsy garment off. As she tossed it aside, Lou began smearing her poo-filled panties up the middle of her torso. Halfway up her sternum, he slid it to the left, covering her right breast. Grasping it in his hand, through the material and the poo, he gently massaged her soft flesh, while coating it thoroughly with the brown mess. Meanwhile, he sank two fingers of his other hand into her poo-stuffed vagina. He offered no justification for this, and Gwen did not ask for one. She merely closed her eyes, and savoured the delicious violation as Lou moved on to her left breast, spreading her poo all over it.
By the time her panties were no more than an empty, filthy rag, her entire front was coated in poo, from her pussy up to her neck. Lou’s fingers had been probing her the whole while; sometimes her vagina, sometimes her anus. She loved both.
Then Lou snapped his fingers. “I know what we can use to clean you!” he said. “Can’t believe I didn’t think of this before. Your dress! It’s practically spotless.”
“Oh yes!” said Gwen, not sure whether he really intended to clean her this time.
Apparently, he did. Having wadded it up, he began wiping Gwen down, working his way from her neck to her pussy. This time, he was thorough, making sure each area was clean before moving on to the next. At one point he even fetched a bowl of warm water from the kitchen, and he used it to good effect, washing off the dry poo streaks wherever he found them.
Ten minutes later, he was helping a relatively clean Gwen down from the table. Her once-pristine nightie was now a poo-soaked rag, just like her panties. “I’ll dispose of those,” Lou said cheerfully, picking them up.
Gwen shivered; now the only clothes she had were her shoes. She waited, naked, while Lou went into the kitchen. When he returned, he was grinning.
“Come with me into the kitchen,” he said. “We’ll get that shit out of your cunt.”
“Okay,” said Gwen. She followed him to the door, then through it into the kitchen. “Oh!” she said in surprise. There were several men in there. All of them were large, and tough-looking – possibly criminal types, she thought nervously.
“Gwen,” said Lou, “this is Alex, Mario, Johnny, Theo, Jackie, and Donnie. Guys, this is Gwen. Gwen got some shit in her cunt, so we’re just going to flush it out. Perhaps one of you could help her up on to the sink?”
Gwen felt utterly, deliciously humiliated. She offered no resistance as two of the men lifted her up, turned her around, and helped her into a squatting position, straddling the sink. Lou then pushed her backwards, so she was leaning back against the wall behind the sink, and he pulled her knees wide apart, displaying her pussy obscenely.
“Look at that, guys,” said Lou, sticking two fingers into her vagina and pulling them out, covered in poo. “How gross is that?” He smeared the poo all over her labia and clit.
“Where the fuck d’you find this chick, anyway, Lou?” asked one of the guys.
“She’s a customer!” said Lou. “Came in with her boyfriend and dad. They’ve left her here to have some fun with us.”
“Well I ain’t fuckin’ her till her cunt’s clean,” said one of the other guys. This remark sent a chill down Gwen’s spine; apparently she was about to be gangbanged for the second time today.
“Working on it!” said Lou. He turned on the taps, and adjusted them until the running water was mildly warm. Then he picked up the sink’s sprayer attachment, and slowly pushed its curved head inside Gwen’s vagina. Instantly, brown water and squishy lumps of poo began pouring out of her, into the sink below.
One or the men turned away, clutching his mouth. “Oh that’s nasty!” he muttered. “Guys, I’m out.” And he hurried to the back door.
Gwen was loving the sensation of the warm fluid rushing inside her. She began to bend and flex her knees, humping the sprayer nozzle. Lou, laughing, started thrusting it in and out of her. “Like that, do you?” he said.
By now, the water was coming out clean. Lou pulled the sprayer out, and sprayed down her pussy as well, removing every last trace of poo. “All right, she’s ready,” he said.
Strong hands lifted her down, and then she was laid on a table, on her back. Lou fetched some vegetable oil, which he poured liberally over her pussy. A moment later, he was sliding his erect cock deep inside her. “Oh God,” he groaned, “this is one nice cunt.”
Gwen closed her eyes, savouring every thrust. Lou was taking his time; he was in no hurry to get this experience over with. While he fucked her, he kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples, sometimes quite hard. Gwen did not mind.
Eventually Lou climaxed with a groan of pleasure, pressing his hips hard against Gwen’s buttocks and squirting his semen as deep inside her as possible. Then he withdrew, and one of the younger men took his place. Gwen sighed happily as his thick cock slid inside her and began thrusting energetically.
The third man – Gwen did not remember his name, nor did she much care – stuck his cock into her anus, where it remained until he ejaculated. Afterwards, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips; she eagerly opened her mouth and let him stick his tongue inside.
The fourth man’s name, Alex, she did remember, since he had been the first to be introduced. He grinned as he slid his erection into her vagina. “Do this kinda thing a lot, do ya?” he inquired.
“Never before today,” she replied.
He snorted, clearly sceptical. Then the door opened, and Benny stuck his head in. “Gwen!” he exclaimed. “What the hell? Oh my God! I can’t believe ... what are you doing??”
“Benny!” Gwen squealed. “That was quick. Uh ... these guys just kinda took me – I didn’t get much of a say in the matter...”
“Get outta here, little man,” said Alex, as he fucked Gwen at a leisurely pace.
“But you’re raping my girlfriend!” cried Benny, outraged. “I should call the police!”
“Don’t do that, Benny!” said Gwen hastily. “You really don’t want to antagonise these guys.”
Benny hesitated, looking around at the large men glaring at him. “All right, no police,” he said. “But you’re coming with me, right now!”
“You’re seriously going to interrupt me, mid-fuck?” demanded Alex pugnaciously.
“You’d better let him finish, Benny!” said Gwen.
“All right,” said Benny reluctantly. “But right after that, we’re leaving!”
“Hey!” said one of the other men. “If I don’t get my fuck, someone’s going to get some bones broken.” He stared meaningfully at Benny.
“Benny, please,” begged Gwen, “just wait in the other room?”
“Yeah, Benny,” said Alex with a smirk. “Wait in the other room while we all take it in turns to fuck your girl.”
“Jesus!” said Benny, looking upset. He looked around at all the men in the kitchen, then he stared for a few moments at Alex’s cock sliding in and out of Gwen’s vagina. “I can’t believe I tipped twenty percent,” he muttered, as he turned and left the kitchen. The door swung shut behind him.
“Brave man, your boyfriend,” said Alex with a chuckle. He continued thrusting, getting faster and faster, until he tensed up, pressed his cock up against Gwen’s cervix, and covered it with his semen.
The remaining two men, finding her vagina awash with the combined cum of three of their colleagues, both opted to fuck her anus instead. One of them pumped his semen deep into her rectum; the other pulled out, and shoved his cock into her vagina just before his climax.
Then, just like that, it was over. “Off you go, sweetheart,” said Lou. “Enjoy the rest of your night with your boyfriend.” His friends laughed and smirked.
Gwen climbed off the table, wordlessly pushed open the kitchen door, and passed through it into the dining area. Benny was there, looking anxious. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine!” she replied. “Better than fine. That was just ... amazing!”
He relaxed a little, and smiled. “Was I okay?”
She beamed at him. “You were perfect!” she said. “Thank you.”
He grinned. “Okay then,” he said. “Let’s go.”
“Where?” she asked, stepping into her shoes. “A movie? Did you buy me a dress?”
He laughed. “Of course not,” he said. “I thought we might go back to your place. I’ll fuck your brains out, then we’ll get some garbage bags, and clean out your wardrobe. I don’t want to see anything in there that could cover your panties.”
Gwen shivered. “Okay,” she said, as she followed him to the door.
CHAPTER FOUR - GWEN GOES HOME
On the drive back to Gwen’s house, she described to Benny in detail everything that had happened after he had left. Since this seemed to get him quite excited, she leaned over, unzipped his trousers, and freed his cock, which she began to suck on gently. Not wanting to climax, however, he stopped her after only a minute or so.
It did not take long to reach Gwen’s house. Inside, she kicked off her shoes. “Where would you like to fuck me?” she asked him, wide-eyed.
“In your ass,” he replied.
“I meant in which room of the house,” said Gwen, “but okay.” She bent over the side of an armchair, and spread her feet apart.
Fortunately, her anus was still fairly slick with a mixture of semen and vegetable oil, and Benny was able to sink his cock into her rectum without too much trouble. Silently, he fucked her while clutching her hips, until he quietly groaned, spurting his semen inside her.
As he pulled out, Gwen turned around, dropped to her knees, and took his softening cock into her mouth. She sucked it and licked it, cleaning it thoroughly with her tongue.
“Thank you!” said Benny in surprise. “Sorry if it’s a little ... you know ... dirty.”
Gwen pulled away, and smiled. “It wasn’t at all, really. I must admit I’m a little disappointed by that!”
Benny regarded her thoughtfully. “I actually need to poop,” he said. “But I can’t be bothered to go to the bathroom. Do you want it in your vagina, or in your mouth?”
Gwen’s eyes widened. After a moment’s consideration, she said, “I think you should choose.”
“Mouth,” said Benny.
Gwen gulped, but nodded. As Benny turned around and pulled down his trousers and jockey shorts, she pulled his buttocks apart and opened her mouth beneath his anus. She felt a little giddy as she watched his sphincter opening up, and a pale brown lump beginning to emerge. Wrinkling her nose at the smell, she waited until the turd had grown to about six inches in length, then she took it into her mouth, closing her lips around it.
It tasted revolting, but not all that different from what she had been expecting, based on the smell. Holding her breath, she determinedly began chewing it up, swallowing it, and then taking more into her mouth. Chew, swallow, suck; chew, swallow, suck.
Then it all became too much, and she threw up. Fortunately she managed to get a hand to her mouth in time to prevent herself from vomiting all over Brent’s legs and trousers; instead, her vomit merely splashed down on to her breasts then ran in a river down her belly, pussy, and thighs. “Sorry!” she gasped.
“Oh!” said Benny anxiously. “God, Gwen, no, it’s me who should be sorry! Are you all right?”
“Yes – fine,” said Gwen, wiping her mouth. “I just feel bad for letting you down.”
“Oh, please don’t!” said Benny. “Look, if eating poop isn’t fun for you, then just don’t do it.”
“But it will make me happy to do disgusting things like this at your bidding,” said Gwen. “The idea of you pooping in my mouth is a big turn-on, even if the reality is ... difficult. But it’s just my first time – I’m sure I’ll get better at it.”
“We’ll shelve it for the moment, then,” said Benny. “But I have more; can I do it into your vagina?”
“Yes please!” said Gwen. She lay back on the carpet, then hoisted her hips up into the air, supported by her hands, with her elbows braced on the floor. Spreading her thighs wide apart, she said, “Go on Benny – fuck me with your poop.”
Benny squatted over her, strained again, and slowly unleashed a new turd, which he carefully guided into Gwen’s waiting vagina. It gradually sank down inside her, until it reached her cervix and stopped. He kept pushing, though, and by the time he had finished, another ten inches of poo had flopped down atop Gwen’s pussy. “Hmm, what do we do with that one?” asked Gwen.
“Can it stay in your panties tonight?” suggested Benny.
“Of course!” said Gwen. “Want to go and fetch some from my underwear drawer?”
Benny chuckled. “You won’t be embarrassed to have me looking through your undies drawer?”
“Benny, I’m covered in vomit, I have bits of your poop stuck in my teeth, and another of your poops is draped over my pussy,” said Gwen. “I don’t think you rummaging through my clean panties is going to mortify me all that much, by comparison.”
“Fair enough,” chuckled Benny. “I’ll be right back, then.” He paused in the act of pulling up his underwear. “Uh, I need to wipe my ass. Do you have a box of tissues handy?”
“Benny,” said Gwen, “being my boyfriend means you never have to wipe your butt. Come here – I’ll lick you clean.”
Benny grinned, then he squatted low over her face, presenting his anus for cleaning. Gwen diligently licked off the smears and small chunks of poo from his anal sphincter and the cluster of hairs surrounding it. She shuddered at the taste, but this was not nearly as bad as trying to eat a whole turd. “Okay – you’re clean,” she said.
Benny pulled up his jockey shorts and trousers. “Be right back!” he said. He disappeared up the stairs, and Gwen waited patiently for him to return.
He was back within a minute. “These’ll do,” he said, holding out a pair of lacy white panties.
Gwen nodded, took them, and pulled them over her feet. Tugging them up around her hips, she trapped Benny’s last turd against her pussy. Then she carefully got up. “The vomit’s stinging my skin a bit,” she said. “I’m happy to spend the night like this, if you want me to, but I wouldn’t mind cleaning up a bit...”
“Oh, sure!” said Benny. “Clean up as much as you want. Just leave the turds in your vagina and panties.”
“Of course,” she replied with a smile. “Just give me fifteen minutes.”
She walked carefully up the stairs, and entered the bathroom. Taking off her panties and placing them on the floor, complete with their disgusting cargo, she climbed into the shower, and pulled the curtain across.
After a fairly quick but thorough shower, she dried herself off, brushed her wet hair, then put her panties back on. Benny’s poo pressed between her labia as she tugged the waistband up firmly, and she smiled. Then she brushed her teeth, very thoroughly, and rinsed her mouth with mint-flavoured mouthwash.
Returning downstairs, she sat down on the sofa next to Benny, his poo squishing slightly against her clitoris. “What now, Benny?” she asked him.
“We should talk about sex,” he replied.
Gwen nodded. “Okay?” she said.
“Can we assume you’re going to continue to have lots of unprotected sex with strange men?” he inquired.
Gwen shivered. “If you tell me not to,” she said, “then I won’t ... but I really hope you don’t...”
“I don’t want to,” said Benny. “I love to think of you being so recklessly promiscuous. But we should face the possibility that you might very well catch something...”
Gwen shivered, and nodded. “Yes, I guess so. But I just love the idea of being fucked by strangers without a condom so much...”
“I know,” said Benny. “And I love that about you. But...”
“But I can’t expect you to take that risk yourself,” said Gwen, her heart sinking at this realisation. Was this the end of their relationship, already?
“Well,” said Benny, “it may seem unfair of me ... but yes. I really don’t want an STD.”
“It’s not unfair at all,” said Gwen. “If my ... adventuring ... puts myself in danger, that’s one thing. It’s my risk to take, and I’m prepared to take it. But I’d hate for it to put you in danger, too. That’s not fair to you.” She smiled sadly at him. “But what does that mean for us? Do we have to break up...?”
“Heck no!” said Benny. “Why would I want to break up with you? I feel like the luckiest man alive!”
Gwen smiled happily. “Then ... what?” she asked, a little puzzled.
“Well, here’s a radical notion,” said Benny. “How about ... we don’t have sex?”
Gwen stared at him. “You ... don’t want to have sex with me again? Like, ever?”
Benny shrugged. “It’s not ideal,” he said. “But if it means I get to be your boyfriend, watch you get fucked by strangers, and not have to worry about getting a disease ... then that’s still an awesome relationship!”
Gwen shook her head. “But I can’t expect you to stay celibate while I’m enjoying a busy sex life,” she said. “That’s not remotely fair to you.”
“It is if it’s what I want,” said Benny.
Gwen thought hard about this. “I’d still feel terrible about your poor cock not getting any action,” she said, “while I’m enjoying lots of sex myself. What if we got you something on the side?”
“You mean, like a prostitute?” said Benny. “No thank you.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of a mistress,” said Gwen. “Someone who could take care of your cock ... and that would be the extent of your relationship.”
Benny chuckled. “And where would we find such a woman?”
Gwen’s expression grew thoughtful. “Give me five minutes,” she said. “I may have an idea.”
“Okay...?” said Benny.
Gwen got up, picked up her purse, and went back upstairs. Pulling out her phone, she called May’s number, and then shut herself in her bedroom.
“Gwen!” said May. “How’s it going? Are you still on your date?”
“Yes,” said Gwen. “Well, we’re at my house. I expect Benny will stay the night.”
“Fantastic!” said May. “I’m so happy for you!”
“Thank you,” said Gwen. “We’re so right for each other ... it’s perfect. Well, nearly.”
“Oh?” said May.
“Well, I’ve discovered I love having unprotected sex with strange men,” said Gwen.
“No surprise there, after our shopping tip today,” said May. “But are you planning to keep doing that kind of thing?”
“Yes,” said Gwen, “and Benny is happy for me to do that. It actually excites him; he really wants me to be a total slut.”
“Uh ... good for him, I guess?” said May. “And lucky for you. I guess the two of you are a good match!”
“Exactly,” said Gwen. “The downside is that he doesn’t want to catch something off me. And I wouldn’t want that either. So ... we’ve decided not to have sex with each other.”
“Wow,” said May, stunned. “Jeez, Gwen ... aren’t you worried about STDs for your own sake?”
“Yeah ... I guess so,” said Gwen. “But not enough to give up this wonderful new hobby I’ve discovered.”
“Well, this is certainly a weird new relationship you’re getting into with Benny,” said May. “But I’m happy for you.”
“Thank you,” said Gwen. “But here’s the thing. I don’t want Benny to have to go without sex, when I’m getting so much of it. He says he’s happy to, but it’s really not fair to him, and I worry that he’ll get frustrated. I’d like for him to have an outlet. A mistress, if you will.”
“Holy cow, Gwen!” exclaimed May. “You really are something else! I’d never have dreamed ... but never mind. I think a mistress is a bad idea. What if he falls in love with her? And she with him? You could lose him!”
“Obviously that’s a risk,” admitted Gwen. Which is why I want it to be someone I know and trust. Someone who’s not likely to actually fall for him.”
“You have someone in mind?” inquired May. Then the penny dropped. “Gwen! Surely you don’t mean ... me?”
“I do,” confirmed Gwen.
“Gwen, you are actually, certifiably, bona fide crazy,” said May. “I’m fucking married, in case you forgot!”
“I know,” admitted Gwen, flinching a little at May’s vehemence. “But I figure that makes you a better choice. You’re less likely to run off with my boyfriend.”
“Just a minute,” said May. “Troy overheard, and he’s asking what’s going on. I’m going to mute you for a minute. But stay on the line, okay?”
“Okay,” said Gwen.
She waited, and waited. Five minutes passed. Then another five. Gwen was getting very fidgety. “Sorry this is taking so long, Benny!” she called down the stairs.
“No problem!” he replied.
Then May came back on the line. “Gwen, has it occurred to you that I might not want to have sex with Benny?”
“Of course,” said Gwen. “I’d certainly be worried if you wanted it too much. But I was hoping the idea of no-strings sex would have at least some appeal ... even if it’s with Benny. I mean, he’s not horrible-looking...”
“No, of course he isn’t,” said May. “I didn’t mean to imply otherwise.” She paused. “The funny thing is, Troy might not be totally opposed to the idea.”
“Oh?” said Gwen hopefully.
“And if he isn’t ... then I guess the idea of having sanctioned extramarital sex is not entirely without appeal,” conceded May.
“Yay!” said Gwen excitedly.
“Don’t get your hopes up!” said May. “Troy wants to meet Benny. To make sure he’s not a credible threat, I guess.”
“Why don’t the two of you come over?” suggested Gwen eagerly.
“Right now?” asked May in surprise.
“Why not?” said Gwen.
“Just a moment,” said May, and she muted Gwen once again.
Gwen bit her lip nervously while she waited. She knew next to nothing about Troy, but it sounded like he might have something in common with Benny. She hoped...
“Troy wants to come over,” said May. “So I guess we’re coming over. Do we need to bring anything, or...?”
“Just yourselves!” said Gwen happily. “But it would be great if you could wear something ... um ... you know ... sexy...?”
May laughed abruptly. “Just give me your address, crazy lady!”
Gwen did so, and then she trotted back downstairs, Benny’s poo rubbing against her clitoris all the way. “I’ve found you a possible mistress,” she said. “And she’s coming over.”
Benny jumped to his feet, looking a little panicked. “Gwen – this is a bit sudden!” he said.
Gwen stopped in her tracks. “Oh,” she said, crestfallen. “God ... it is, isn’t it?” She sat down on the sofa. “I’m sorry Benny, I just ... I got carried away with my idea.”
Benny sat down next to her. “I’m just a little ... unprepared,” he said. “I’m not even sure this is a good plan. Who is she, anyway?”
“It’s May Furst, from work,” said Gwen. “You know May, right?”
“May?” Benny exclaimed. “Holy shit, Gwen, but she’s...” He broke off.
“Hotter than I am?” suggested Gwen with a smirk. “It’s okay – she is. And she’s married. Which is why I’m fairly confident the two of you won’t end up running off together.”
“And she wants to ... have sex with me?” asked Benny in disbelief.
“I wouldn’t say that, exactly,” said Gwen cheerfully, “but I’m hoping to persuade her!”
Benny shook his head, apparently still rather shell-shocked. “So ... what would you like to do now...?” he asked her.
Gwen shrugged. “Wanna watch some TV?” she asked him.
“Sure,” he said. “What do you like?”
“Reality shows, cooking shows, things like Survivor ... sitcoms ... a few dramas here and there...” replied Gwen. “The Crown ... Downton Abbey ... except that’s finished now. How about you?”
“Game of Thrones, Walking Dead, Daredevil, Jessica Jones, Vikings, Agents of Shield,” said Benny, a little ruefully. “Stuff like that. I guess we don’t overlap much, huh?”
“I loved Jessica Jones!” said Gwen.
“Well great!” said Benny. “So, you have Netflix?”
Gwen nodded. “It’s how I discovered The Crown.”
“Have you seen Stranger Things?” asked Benny.
“No,” said Gwen. “I’ve seen it pop up in my Netflix listings though.”
“Are you willing to take a chance, on my recommendation?” asked Benny.
Gwen smiled. “Sure,” she said. “And then perhaps you could take a chance on one of mine?”
“Absolutely!” said Benny.
Gwen picked up her remote control, and switched on the television. She loaded up Netflix, found Stranger Things, and started it. Within five minutes, she was spellbound. After the first episode, she said, “Wow – this is a good show! I wanna see the next episode!”
Benny chuckled. “Good!” he said. “Go ahead.”
But the second episode had only just started when the doorbell rang. “Oh!” said Gwen. “That’ll be May and Troy.” She jumped up, trotted to the door, and opened it. “Hi guys!” she said. “Come in!”
“Whoa!” said Troy, staring at Gwen’s breasts and panties. Then he did a double-take, seeing the lump in the front of her panties. “What the...”
May stepped in; to Gwen’s delight, she was wearing a tank top, a very short miniskirt, and high heels. “I love your outfit!” said Gwen.
May rolled her eyes. “Troy’s idea,” she said.
“Bit of a smell in here!” remarked Troy.
“I have a poop in my panties,” explained Gwen.
Troy shuddered. “Yes, May told me about your fetish. You girls sure are weird...”
Benny was on his feet. “Hi,” he said, a little uncomfortably. “You look gorgeous, May. Nice to meet you, Troy.”
The two men shook hands. “Well!” said Troy. He was a large man: six foot three, and well-built. “There’s no way for this not to feel awkward, so let’s avoid small talk and get right to the reason for our visit. Gwen, you want my wife to become your boyfriend’s lover.”
Gwen blushed. “Yes,” she said.
“May, are you attracted to Benny?” asked Troy.
“Not at all,” said May. “Sorry Benny – I don’t mean any offence.”
“None taken,” said Benny. “But if that’s the case ... why even consider it?”
May shrugged. “Because it’s naughty, I guess? A little bit crazy? And also, I do want to support Gwen’s newfound wild side.”
Gwen smiled happily. “Thank you, May!” she said. “I really appreciate it! But Troy ... may I ask why you’re considering it?”
Troy grinned. “Like Benny, I guess, I kinda like the idea of seeing May with another guy. But I’m a pretty jealous husband, so it has to be a guy I don’t feel threatened by. No offence, Benny.”
“None taken,” sighed Benny.
May frowned at Troy. “You wouldn’t be hoping I’ll give you permission to get a mistress of your own, would you?” she asked. “I know you fancy that receptionist at your office.”
Troy shook his head. “Erin’s taken,” he said. “Sure, I might fantasise ... but that’s all. I’m all yours, my darling.” He kissed her.
“Glad to hear it,” she replied.
“How about you, Benny?” asked Troy, stepping behind May and putting his arms around her waist. “Do you fancy May?”
Benny chuckled. “How could I not?” he said. “She’s a beauty.”
“Awww, thank you Benny,” said May with a smile.
“Why don’t you come over and give her a kiss?” suggested Troy.
Benny looked over at Gwen, who nodded excitedly. Then he looked at May, who simply shrugged. He said to Troy, uncertainly, “Uh ... while you’ve got your arms around her?”
“Sure!” said Troy. He reached down and grabbed hold of the hem of her miniskirt at either side. He pulled the material upwards, slowly, and May’s powder blue panties peeped into view.
“Hey!” she said, trying to pull her skirt back down. But she could not prevent her husband from hiking the skirt up higher and higher, until her panties were fully revealed. Eventually she gave up.
“Take a look, Benny!” said Troy. “Admit it – you’d like to get in those panties.”
“I admit it,” said Benny, his eyes riveted.
“Then have a feel,” said Troy, pulling out the waistband of May’s panties. “Stick your hand in there – go on.”
“Troy!” May gasped. But she did not attempt to stop him, and Gwen could sense she was curious as to what Benny would do. Gwen was curious about this herself.
Plucking up his courage, Benny stepped forward, took May’s face in both hands, and kissed her on the lips. Her eyes widened in surprise, then closed, as she responded with generous use of her tongue.
Gwen giggled in delight. “He hasn’t even kissed me yet!” she said.
“He hasn’t kissed you, and you’re not planning to have sex...” says Troy, mystified. “What exactly is your relationship based on?”
“So far,” said Gwen, “he’s fucked my butt, pooped in my mouth and in my vagina, and introduced me to the TV show Stranger Things.”
“Jeepers!” said Troy. “Well, I guess I’ve heard of worse starts to a relationship...”
May gasped and opened her eyes. Benny had just slipped his hand inside her panties and cupped her pussy. “Sorry,” he said anxiously. “Should I not...?”
May’s cheeks were getting flushed. “You’re fine,” she said, after a moment’s hesitation. “Let’s just give this a go, and if it doesn’t work out, we’ll just not do it again.”
“That’s my girl!” said Troy happily. He pulled up the sides of May’s tank top; she lifted her arms up, allowing him to remove the garment. Underneath, she was not wearing a bra.
“Your boobs are lovely!” said Benny admiringly.
“Thanks – I grew them myself,” said May with a wry smile. “Oh God...”
Benny grinned cheekily. “Still okay?” he asked, gently thrusting his middle finger in and out of her vagina.
Troy pulled her panties down her legs, then unzipped the side of her skirt. With Benny’s hand in the way, he then had to pull the skirt up her torso and over her head in order to get it off.
May stepped out of her shoes. Now naked, with Benny’s finger still inside her, she said, “Okay Benny, let’s do this.”
“Right here?” he asked, wide-eyed.
She nodded. “Of course!” she said. “Right in front of your girlfriend and my husband. They want to watch, after all, don’t they?”
Gwen nodded sheepishly. “I kinda do,” she said.
“Me too,” said Troy.
May walked over to the sofa and lay down on it, on her back. Benny hastily stripped off his clothes, his erect cock springing free as he pulled down his jockey shorts. Then he paused. “Uh, does anyone have a condom...?”
“You don’t need one, honey,” said May. “I’m on the pill, and I highly doubt you’re an STD risk. No offence.”
“I don’t suppose I am,” conceded Benny. “Some lube, then...?”
“I’ll get some!” said Gwen. She hurried upstairs, and returned with a jar of Vaseline. “Here.”
Benny took it, lived up his cock, and then smeared some on May’s pussy. This was rather enjoyable, so he took his time, exploring her labia and clitoris with his fingers.
Eventually May chuckled. “All right,” she said. “Time to fuck me, Benny.”
He needed no further encouragement. Kneeling between her legs, he lowered himself down, and pressed the head of his cock against her vaginal opening. Then, placing his hands either side of her torso, he slowly eased his erection deep inside her. May smiled, and wrapped her legs around his back.
“This is actually quite fun,” she said. “Super kinky! I could get used to this...” Then, as Benny began thrusting inside her, she said, “Gwen, Troy, feel free to come and get a closer look at the action.”
Gwen eagerly came over and knelt down next to the sofa, watching Benny’s cock sliding in and out of May’s vagina in fascination. Troy stood behind her, grinning as he watched the same thing.
“Kiss me, Benny,” said May, and the two of them pressed their lips together, then wrestled tongues, while Benny’s thrusting increased in pace.
Benny did not last much longer. With a groan, he stiffened, pressing his cock deep inside May as his semen erupted all over her cervix. “Oh ... wow...” he gasped.
May patted his shoulder. “We’ll work on your technique,” she said.
“So,” he panted, “we can do this again?”
May looked up at Troy and Gwen. “I guess so,” she said. “So how’s this going to work? Do you want to set up a schedule, or what...?”
“Oh ... I don’t know,” said Gwen. “How often are you willing to come over for sex with Benny? Or, I guess, we could come over to your place...?”
May shrugged. “Well I’m sure you won’t want to fuck me every night, Benny...”
Benny snorted. Then he looked abashed. “Sorry,” he said. “I mean – I’d love to do this every night, but I’m sure that would be way too often for you...”
“Well I’ve no objection to having sex with you every day on principle,” said May. “But Troy and I do have lives, and other things we like to do in the evenings. Can we say twice a week, to start with? Once here, and once at our place?”
“Sure,” said Benny, looking only slightly disappointed.
“Don’t forget, we also work together,” said May, with a mischievous smile. “That is, if Troy doesn’t mind me fooling around with you in his absence.”
Troy held up his hands. “Go for it,” he said. “Just tell me about it afterwards.”
Gwen giggled. “This is so exciting!” she said. “Maybe we could all go out at lunch, and Benny can fuck you while a homeless man fucks me! Or something like that.”
“Jeepers!” said Troy. “May was right – you are crazy, Gwen! In the best way, of course.”
May sighed. “And I suppose you want me to dress more scandalously at work?” she inquired.
“Oh! Yes please!” said Gwen.
“Great idea!” said Troy.
“I’d love that,” admitted Benny.
“And maybe you could fill your panties with maggots and then flaunt the bulge!” said Gwen.
“What?” said Benny, startled.
“Gwen!” said May with a pained expression.
“Oops! I’m sorry! I didn’t think!” said Gwen, horrified at having blurted out May’s secret.
May sighed. “I guess it’s okay,” she said. “Benny, I like to put maggots in my panties, and feel them crawling around. Sorry if that freaks you out. But it’s not common knowledge, so please don’t tell anyone!”
Benny stared at her. “That’s ... awesome!” he exclaimed. “Wow! I’d love to see that! Can I ... maybe ... put maggots in your panties sometime?”
“Well shit,” said May. “If I’d known you would be so cool about it, I’d have told you my secret long ago! Yes, you can help me enjoy my fetish sometime. But I’m not flaunting my maggoty panties around the office!”
“How about your non-maggoty panties?” inquired Gwen.
May smirked. “Sure,” she said. “I’ll go to work skirtless tomorrow, how about that?”
“Cool!” said Benny.
“All right!” said Troy. “Take photos, okay?”
Benny nodded. “I can take some,” he said. “I’ll send them to you.”
“What about you, Gwen?” inquired May. “What will you be wearing?”
Gwen grinned. “As little as I can get away with,” she said.
“With full panties?” asked Benny.
Gwen shook her head. “I won’t be able to produce all that much tomorrow morning,” she said. “I might as well hold on to it for a while – maybe until Monday.”
“Bummer,” said Benny. “I’m going to miss that bulge! I wish I could help you out more, but I just gave you all my poop.”
Troy burst out laughing. “You mean that poop in your panties, Gwen ... is Benny’s?”
“Yup!” said Gwen. “Heck, poop is poop. I’m least bothered by the smell of my own, of course, but there’s something quite exciting about having someone else’s poop in my panties.”
“Well ... do you want mine?” inquired Troy. “I haven’t been for a couple of days, so there could be quite a lot!”
“Uh...” said May, frowning.
Gwen picked up on this immediately. “That might be crossing a line, Troy,” she said. “I think you and I need to stay strictly platonic...”
“You know ... it’s fine,” said May. “This isn’t Troy’s fetish – he’s just helping you out. I don’t mind that.”
“Okay!” said Gwen happily. She got to her feet, turned her back on Troy, and pulled open the back of her panties. “Go on then, Troy – fill me up!”
Troy chuckled. “Well this is the weirdest thing I’ve ever done,” he said, as he pulled down his jeans and underwear together. Positioning his anus above Gwen’s panties, he began to strain.
Gwen squealed in delight as she felt a warm, sticky turd thud against her buttocks. Then, as it slid down partially between them, another turd fell on top of it. This one kept coming, piling up and getting heavier and heavier until it had forced the first turd down beneath Gwen’s bottom, squishing up against Benny’s turd.
“That’s it,” said Troy. “Where’s your bathroom, Gwen? I need to wipe....”
“Why don’t you clean him, Gwen?” said Benny, his wilted penis stirring to life again inside May’s vagina. “Like you cleaned me?”
“I think May might object to that!” said Gwen. “I licked Benny’s butthole clean, May.”
May could feel Benny’s cock enlarging inside her. “Would it turn you on to see that, Benny?” she asked him.
“God yes!” said Benny. “Would you mind letting her? Please?”
Troy looked down at May. “Sounds ... interesting,” he said. “But it’s up to you.”
“Go on then, Gwen,” said May. “Lick his ass.”
Gwen quickly turned, dropped to her knees, and pressed her face between Troy’s buttocks. Dutifully, she licked around his anus until it was completely clean. Then she swallowed.
“That’s a nice bulge, Gwen,” said Benny. “Not as big as this morning’s, of course, but ... hey... May, do you think you could contribute?”
May pursed her lips. “I guess I could,” she said. “Do I get the same cleaning treatment afterwards?”
Gwen thought about this. Then she giggled. “Sure, why not?” she said.
Benny pulled his now fully erect cock out of May, then he climbed off her. May got up, while Gwen knelt down and pulled the back of her panties open again. May squatted over them, and strained. Benny leaned in, watching with interest as a slender turd slithered out of May’s anus, descended into Gwen’s panties, and began piling up there. A moment later, the last of it dropped in. “That’s it,” said May, straightening up. “Sorry there isn’t more.”
“No, it’s great!” said Gwen, pleased at the added weight. She gently shook her panties, so that the mass of poo settled downwards, then she let go of the waistband. Turning around, she placed her hands on May’s buttocks. “Bend over a bit, May,” she said.
“Wait, I want to see better,” said Benny. “Can you do it while May’s lying down?”
“I’d like to see that too, actually,” said Troy, massaging his crotch.
May chuckled. “All right,” she said. She lay down on the sofa again, and drew her knees up to her chest, spreading her legs a little so the others had a clear view of her pussy and her slightly dirty anus.
Gwen, kneeling next to the sofa, leaned in and began to lick May’s anus, swirling her tongue around and cleaning up every last trace of poo. Then, just for the men’s entertainment, she tried pushing her tongue into May’s anus, but she only got in a little way – perhaps half an inch.
“God this is weird,” said May. But she was smiling.
Gwen now licked her way from May’s anus to her vaginal opening, from which a little of Benny’s semen was leaking. She lapped it up, then pushed her tongue into May’s vagina.
May gasped. “This wasn’t part of the deal!” she said. But she made no attempt to stop Gwen, who was now swirling her tongue around May’s clitoris.
“Whoa,” said Benny, who had not blinked in over a minute. “This is awesome...”
“Yeah,” agreed Troy.
Gwen began sucking May’s clit in earnest, and as she did so, she gently slid two fingers into May’s vagina. Finding her friend’s g-spot, she started rubbing it, while flicking her tongue rapidly over May’s clitoris.
“Oh Jesus!” gasped May, her eyes bulging. “Don’t stop – keep going! Oh yessss...”
As the men watched in rapt attention, Gwen brought May to a higher and higher state of arousal. Then, with clenched fists and an arched back, she uttered a loud, protracted moan of orgasmic bliss, before collapsing back on the sofa.
Gwen pulled her face away from May’s pussy, and grinned. “Well that was fun!”
May laughed weakly. “Oh God, you can say that again!” she said. “I didn’t know you were bi, Gwen.”
“I’m not,” said Gwen. “Not really. That was more like ... a privilege for me, you know? You being so gorgeous and all. I felt ... honoured, to give you an orgasm.”
“It was a privilege to watch, too!” said Benny.
“Agreed,” said Troy. “And in the words of Humphrey Bogart: I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship!”