Both women awoke at once, sobbing uncontrollably. Erin cupped her breasts and cried out in relief. She turned to Sam. “Why are you crying?” she said between sobs. “Did you have a bad dream too?”
“I’m guessing it was the same one,” said Sam. “I’m sorry, Erin – he said it was the only way to free you.”
“You dreamed the same dream as me?” asked Erin in astonishment. “About hell, and the demons, and the table, and stuff?”
Sam nodded. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I’ve been having those dreams for the past few nights, but if I had known you would, too, I’d never have brought you here.”
The two women held each other and cried for ten minutes more. Finally settling down, Erin said, “Sam, you must come and live with me. You can’t stay another night in this place. If you do, those dreams will drive you mad.”
Samantha smiled at Erin in gratitude. “Perhaps just for a while,” she said, “if that’s all right with you.”
Erin hugged her. Then she pulled back and said, “Oh God – I’m full of cockroaches, I can feel it.”
Sam pulled her close, and lay back with her. “They seem to be harmless,” she said. “Leave them be. At least they’re not demon cocks.”
Erin smiled at that. “Okay Sam,” she said softly. “Whatever you say.”
Sam looked at her watch. It was six thirty – in the morning. “My goodness, we slept all night!” she exclaimed. “I was supposed to go and pick up my suit before the shop closed!”
“When does it open?” asked Erin.
“I’m not sure. I’ll give them a call.” She got out of bed, and went to find the yellow pages. As she neared the far wall of her bedroom, she saw to her horror that there was now a considerable expanse of purple flesh visible, pulsating and quivering. Black segmented worms were wriggling out of it and dropping on to the floor. They appeared to be eating the cockroaches. She shuddered and ran to make her call.
“He opens at eight thirty,” she said when she returned. She felt a tickle on her scalp, and pulled a cockroach from out of her hair. “Let’s grab some breakfast, take a shower – we both need it I think! – and stop at Mr. Howell’s on the way to work.”
Erin nodded and climbed out of bed. She stopped dead when she saw the purple wall of flesh. “What the heck is that?” she demanded. “That’s like the dream last night!”
“It began as just a line of charred wallpaper,” said Sam. “It started appearing after my first dream.”
“Ugh!” exclaimed Erin as another worm appeared and fell on to the floor. “Sam, your dreams are coming true! Some kind of gateway to Hell is opening in your apartment!”
“I don’t believe in Hell,” said Sam firmly. “Or Heaven. Whatever is going on, it’s nothing to do with the devil, or Hell.”
“Well you can say that, but look at the evidence of your eyes!” said Erin. Then she happened to glance out of the window. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “Do you realize we’re being watched by a bunch of people in that building?”
“Yeah,” said Sam with a shrug. “As long as they don’t stalk me or anything, I figure it’s their own funeral if they fritter away their days masturbating behind a pair of binoculars.”
“That’s … one way of looking at it, I suppose,” said Erin doubtfully.
They toasted a couple of bagels and drank some orange juice – items which the cockroaches had not yet ruined – and then took a shower together. While they were kissing under its comforting, drumming stream, the water turned red. Then chunky, at which point Erin opened her eyes.
“What the hell!” she exclaimed. “Ugh, Sam, that’s blood!” She leaped out of the tub.
Sam stared at it for several seconds, then she quickly turned off the taps. The flow of chum ceased. “It’s never done that before,” she said.
“Sam,” said Erin, laughing weakly, “you have the worst apartment in the world!” Then she began to cry.
Samantha tried turning the taps on again, and this time the shower head ran clear with water. She rinsed the blood and chum out of the tub, and cleaned herself off. “It seems to be all right now,” she said. “Come on – we need to get that blood off you.”
Reluctantly, Erin climbed back in, and allowed Sam to clean her off. As soon as the last of the blood was gone, she jumped out again. Sam finished washing, and then climbed out too. They got dry, and then went back into the bedroom to get dressed.
Erin put on a sheer bra from Mr. Howell’s shop, then pulled on a very tight, low-cut white tank-top that she had also got there. Stretched across her breasts, it became quite see-through, and since the bra was sheer her nipples and areolas were quite visible. The top was so low-cut that quite a bit of her bra was showing. On her bottom half she wore a pair of string-fronted panties, and a smart black skirt that barely covered her buttocks. And all within the new dress code they had worked out the day before.
Sam, for her part, went bra-less. The blouse she had bought the night before was even more see-through than the one she had flushed, and it was so tight that when she fastened its top button (which was just below the level of her nipples) the fastening was strained almost to breaking point. Her breasts, squeezed together by the tightness of the garment, formed a sizeable visible cleavage. On her bottom half she wore a pair of tie-sided string-fronted panties, and that was all apart from her shoes. “I’ll be wearing the skirt from Mr. Howell’s shop,” she said. “No point in bringing one I don’t need.”
“You’re going to go out like that?” asked Erin in surprise.
“Erin, yesterday we wandered around the city totally naked. I hardly think a short car trip without a skirt is going to be particularly traumatic.”
Nevertheless, when they reached the ground floor and went outside, Sam covered her crotch with her hands as she hurried to Sam’s car. They got in and drove to Mr. Howell’s store, where Sam rushed in and collected her skirt and jacket. She brought them out in a bag and put them on in the car.
They drove to work, and when they got out, Erin said, “Come on then, let’s see how you look. Give me a twirl.” Samantha did so, with a smile, and Erin remarked, “Ooh, I can see your bottom!”
A little worried, Sam pulled the back of her skirt down as far as it would go. “How about now?”
Erin shook her head. “That just managed to cover it,” she said.
As they walked into the building, Erin said, “You know, it’s funny – despite the fact that I pretty much emptied myself out yesterday, I need to go to the toilet again. You know – number two. In fact I need to pretty badly.”
Sam sighed. “Looks like you’re suffering from my problem, then. “I’ve somehow been generating very large quantities of the stuff – and I’ve not been eating any more than usual.”
“Less, in fact,” said Erin. “We didn’t have lunch or supper yesterday, and I’m starving.”
“We’ll get a big lunch,” Sam promised her.
They took the lift up to the floor their office was on, and found Thomas and Amanda there already. “You two are in trouble,” said Amanda.
Sam’s face fell. Had someone seen them climbing down the fire escape with no clothes on yesterday?
“Why?” she asked, trying not to tremble.
“Toby told Janet about the dress code we all agreed upon yesterday, and Janet was not happy at all. She said the rules were ridiculous. She came up with a dress code of her own.”
“But this is the first we’ve heard about that,” objected Erin. “She can hardly expect us to comply with rules she hasn’t told us about yet.”
Amanda shrugged. “All I know is, she told Toby that in future, anyone who turned up in a skirt like Sam’s should be fired. I don’t think she’ll take too kindly to that top, either,” she added, looking with distaste at Erin’s visible nipples.
As if to make the point personally, Janet herself walked in. She stopped dead when she saw Sam and Erin. “What the hell are you two playing at?” she demanded. “Get out at once! And if I ever see you in this office in outfits like that again, I’ll fire you on the spot!”
“Wait a minute!” snapped Sam. “We’re complying with a dress code set out yesterday by mutual agreement among the staff of this office. We got dressed today according to that code, and came here in good faith. If you have a problem with the code, you can issue a new one, but you can’t expect people to comply with it before you’ve done so.”
“I can expect the employees in my department to dress smartly and with decency,” Janet retorted angrily. “Anyone who does not do so is fair game for dismissal!”
“Janet?” came a voice from behind her.
Janet turned around to see Toby entering the room with the managing director, Lyle Parrish. It was Lyle who had spoken her name.
“See what these tramps are wearing?” said Janet, pointing accusing fingers at Sam and Erin. “I’ve just ordered them to go home for the day, and come back with decent clothing.”
Lyle took in Sam’s and Erin’s attire without showing any sign of whether he approved or disapproved. “I’d like a word with you in private, please Janet,” he said. He led her through to the conference room, and shut the door behind them.
“What’s going on, Toby?” asked Sam. “How did Lyle get involved in this?”
“I had a breakfast meeting with him,” said Toby. “On an unrelated matter, but we got chatting. He doesn’t believe in dress codes, but he thought it was good that we’d all had a meeting and come up with something we could all agree with. He wasn’t impressed that Janet was trying to undermine my authority in that regard.”
“So he’s going to tell her to butt out of it?” inquired Thomas.
“Essentially, yes. He intends to back me up, anyway. Though for heaven’s sake, Erin, what the hell are you wearing today?”
“It conforms to the code!” said Erin.
Toby sighed. “We should have put in something about ‘no visible nipples’ or something. But never mind – I think it’s going to be a non-issue at the end of the day. Janet might quit over it, though,” he mused. “I’m sure she would have, if Lyle had dressed her down in front of us all. But he’s too good a boss for that.”
A few minutes later, Janet and Lyle stepped out of the conference room. Janet swept past them, looking daggers at Sam and Erin. As she passed Toby, she said, “Run your office how you like, then. But if their performance suffers as a result of your lack of discipline, you’ll be the one getting an earful from Lyle – not me.” And she marched out.
Lyle sauntered over and nodded to Toby. Then he said to Sam and Erin, “Could I have a word, please?”
Sam and Erin looked at each other, then followed him to the conference room. Inside, he said to them, “You probably ought to know that the fire escape goes right past my office. You’re very lucky there was nobody with me at the time. If there had been, I’d have no excuse not to fire you both. Consider yourself warned. That’s all.”
He left the room, leaving the two women stunned. “He saw us!” whispered Erin.
“Never mind – we still got away with it,” said Sam. “It was just a one-time thing, anyway, right? It’s not like we’re going to do that again.”
“No fear!” said Erin. “Yesterday was bad enough!” Then she reconsidered. “Of course, it wasn’t all bad…”
Sam smiled. “No, it wasn’t. But I guess we were lucky. Now, the question is – what are we going to do today?”
“Uh-oh,” said Erin, shaking her head. “No more adventures. I’m feeling traumatized enough as it is!”
“But you need to poop, right?” said Sam.
“Yes…” Erin was puzzled. “What does that have to do with it?”
Sam chuckled. “Oh, nothing. I just think you’ll find it hard not to have an adventure anyway.”
They went to their desks, and spent the morning uneventfully. At lunchtime, they went out and ate at Burger King. As they were finishing their meal, Erin said, “Do you think my suit’s ready yet?”
“It might well be,” said Sam. “Why don’t you call Mr. Howell?”
Erin pulled out her cell phone. Fortunately Sam could remember the number, and soon Erin was speaking to the tailor himself. “It is? Excellent! We’ll be there shortly.”
“You want to go now?” asked Sam, when Erin had hung up. She looked at her watch – there was only half an hour of lunch left. “It’ll take twenty minutes to get there, and another twenty to get back.”
“But I’m really anxious to try my suit on,” said Erin. “I’m sure Toby won’t mind. In fact, I’ll call him.” She did so. “Toby? It’s Erin. Listen, I need to go and pick up a suit – you know, from Sam’s tailor. I think it’ll look better than what I have on. Yes, yes I thought you’d approve. Only, the problem is, if I go and pick it up I won’t be back for another forty-five minutes or so. Is that okay? Oh good. Is it okay if Sam comes with me? Well, she knows the way and I don’t. Okay – thanks, I appreciate it. See you later!”
She hung up and grinned at Sam. “See?”
Sam shook her head. “I wish I had your touch,” she said. “Okay, let’s go then.”
Twenty minutes later, they were at the clothing store. Erin went in and tried on her new suit, while Sam and Mr. Howell looked on. Erin gasped as she turned around in front of the mirror, and even Sam raised her eyebrows.
“Wow!” said Erin.
The jacket was pretty similar to Sam’s. The skirt, however, was a fraction shorter, the difference being just enough to reveal the lowest curve of Erin’s buttocks even when she was standing straight. That was not all, however. There was a slit up the back of the skirt, which would have been fine if the skirt had been knee length or even down to mid-thigh. As it was, however, the top of the slit was halfway up Erin’s buttocks. And the skirt was so tight that the slit was pulled apart in a wide, inverted ‘V’. The result was that a large triangular area of the back of Erin’s panties was showing through the gap.
“Will it do?” asked Mr. Howell anxiously.
“Yes,” said both women immediately, and then they both laughed at each other.
“That skirt, though,” said Sam, “is not long enough to comply with the dress code at the office. How can we get around that?”
There was a zipper in the side of the skirt, which Erin pulled down to half-mast. This allowed her to lower the skirt by half an inch. “How’s that?” she asked.
“That’s fine,” said Sam. “Good enough to pass inspection. I trust that you won’t wear it like that all the time, though.”
“Of course not!” replied Erin, sounding shocked. “Just long enough for Toby to determine that it complies with the rules.”
Sam grinned. “Thank you very much, Mr. Howell,” she said. “You’ve done very well.”
“It was my pleasure,” he replied, smiling.
The two women returned to the office, and Toby gaped when he saw Erin’s skirt. “You can’t wear that!” he exclaimed. “With that slit up the back, your panties are showing!”
“I know,” said Erin, “but at least it’s long enough according to the dress code.”
”Are you trying to get me fired?” said Toby plaintively.
“Don’t worry – I’ll be careful not to turn my back on anyone important,” Erin assured him.
And that was that. Erin hoisted her skirt up a bit in order to zip it, and then sat down at her desk, while Sam returned to her own. The rest of the afternoon passed without incident. After work, Erin drove Sam across town to her apartment. Once they had parked, however, she said, “Damn.”
“What’s wrong?” asked Sam.
“I need to run to the store to get some milk. It’s only a block away – not worth driving. Want to come?”
“Sure,” said Sam. “I should buy a toothbrush anyway, if I’m staying the night.”
As they entered the store, Erin paused and gritted her teeth. “Oh God,” she said. “I badly need to poop. I’m not sure how long I can hold it in.”
“This should be fun,” said Sam. “On Saturday, I went to my local convenience store with my panties full of poop, and everyone saw and made fun of me. It was very humiliating. But I was alone then – now, you’ve got me here with you.”
“Wow, that was so brave!” said Erin. “I don’t know how you managed not to run out as soon as the first person noticed. Okay – I’ll give it a go.” She fetched some milk, and Sam picked out a toothbrush. She gave it to Erin.
“Here – you pay for it,” she said. “I’ll pay you back, but I’d like to watch you stand in line.”
Erin nodded, shivered a little in anxiety, then went to join the line. Sam went to stand by the magazine rack, from where she had a good view of her friend’s bottom. The skirt had ridden up a little, and was exposing the bottom inch or so of Erin’s buttocks, but the slit in the back ensured that a large area of her panties was visible.
At that moment, a bulge appeared in those panties, in the middle of that gap in the skirt. Sam smiled and watched as Erin leaned forward a little, moved her feet apart a few inches, and strained. The bulge grew quickly, and soon it was the size of a large orange. Already two other people were behind her, and they soon noticed.
“What the fuck?” one of them exclaimed. It was a short boy in his late teens, and he had something of an attitude. “Fucking dirty bitch! Look, she’s taking a dump in her panties! Hey, you guys, come and look at this!” On the other side of the store, four or fives youths turned to see what he was talking about.
Erin looked round, frightened. “I’m sorry!” she said. “It just slipped out – it was an accident.”
“Oh, I’m sure!” The kid laughed. “Hey, hey, come here,” he said to his friends, who were approaching. “You gotta see this!”
Erin’s panties were still filling up. “Jesus!” said one of the kids. “She’s still doing it!”
Erin now reached the front of the line. She handed the milk and toothbrush to the storekeeper, who took them while looking at her with disapproval. He knew Erin – at least insofar as she was a regular at his shop – but he was not happy about having her in his store at the moment.
As the man rang her purchases up, Erin reached back and cupped her bulge. She needed to squish it a little so there was room for more. As she did so, the youths behind her burst out laughing. “Like that, huh honey?” said one of them. “Feels nice, does it?”
Having paid for the two items, Erin hastily rejoined Sam, and the two women hurried out of the store, followed by the derisive laughter and shouts of the teenagers. “God that was horrible!” exclaimed Erin.
“Those guys were jerks,” said Sam. “I guess you have to pick your company when doing something like that.”
Once they were out of sight of the store, Sam gave Erin a hug. “Well done, sweetie,” she said. “That was wonderful of you.”
Erin smiled. “I couldn’t have done it if I hadn’t known you were there,” she said.
“How do you feel now?” Sam asked.
“Horny,” replied Erin. She chuckled. “This damn string…”
Sam grinned. “Nice to walk in, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” said Erin. “And you know what?”
“What?”
“It feels kind of nice to have all this poop in the back of my panties,” said Erin shyly.
“Then leave it there,” said Sam. “No point in emptying your panties if you like having them full.” She looked back at Erin’s bulge. The split in the back of the skirt was spread extremely wide, and framing the bulge which protruded a couple of inches through the gap and hung five or six inches below its apex. “You look great,” added Sam.
They went into Erin’s apartment, which was smaller but rather nicer than Sam’s. It also had no cockroaches. Erin stripped to her panties and began to cook dinner. As she worked over the stove top, Sam played with her clitoris, which Erin found so distracting that she let the pasta boil over.
The meal was tuna casserole. Erin sat down slowly, savoring the feel of her poo squishing against her bottom and pussy, and they exchanged happy smiles as they ate. When they had finished, Erin said, “So, are you planning to fill your own panties?”
Sam shrugged. “It’s not like I have a choice. I seem to be literally unable to defecate normally at the moment – the last few times it’s been into my panties, and each time it was unintentional. And huge.”
“So I noticed,” said Erin with a wink. “Are you just going to hold it in as long as possible, then? Or what?”
“Well, let’s see,” said Sam. “Where would you like me to do it?”
“In bed,” said Erin, smiling shyly. “While I’m kissing you.”
“It’ll make a mess,” Sam warned her.
“I don’t mind. It’d be cool to fall asleep like that, though – and wake up with our panties already full.”
Sam smiled. The idea had merit. “Okay my love,” she said. “Let me brush my teeth first.”
Half an hour later they were in Erin’s bed, lying on their sides, facing each other, naked apart from their panties, and kissing passionately while stroking each other’s clits. Sam relaxed her anus and pushed, and a large turd started to emerge into her panties. As she continued to explore Erin’s mouth with her tongue, she kept pushing, heedless of whether any spilled out or not, until there was nothing left inside her. Erin reached around Sam’s back and put her hands on Sam’s bulge. It was very large, and Erin grinned.
They stroked each other to orgasm, and soon fell asleep. While they slept, the cockroaches filling both of their cunts began to emerge, slipping to one side of their string-gussets, and crawling over the edge of the bed to drop on to the floor. They found suitable hiding places, and laid their egg cases – for nearly all were pregnant females.
Deep in Sam’s womb lay other egg cases, deposited there by a multitude of roaches over the past few nights. In fact more than a hundred oothecas had been posted through her cervical opening, and the eggs inside them were beginning to hatch. Over the course of the night, more than four thousand tiny cockroach nymphs crawled out of her cunt and went in search of food. In the meantime, the adult females all mated with the lone male they had brought with them. It would not be long before these spray-resistant roaches were as numerous here as they had been in Sam’s apartment.
On the wall opposite the bed, a wisp of smoke arose as a long, jagged line of charred wallpaper began to appear. In their sleep, the two women whimpered and twitched…