Samantha Potter awoke with a start, and spat out a cockroach which had crawled into her mouth. Her face was covered with the insects, her hair was full of them, and she could feel them crawling all over her nearly naked body. The only item of clothing she was wearing was her panties, which contained a very large lump of drying, but still squishy, poo. They also contained dozens of roaches, which did not seem to mind the smell one bit.
Still trembling from the shock of her latest horrific nightmare, Sam felt but barely noticed the insects squirming around in her underwear, forcing their way into, and then out of, her moist vagina. She had no idea why they liked to crawl into her cunt so much, but she had not come to any harm on account of this nightly traffic, so she was becoming somewhat blasé about it.
She looked over at Erin, who appeared to be sleeping peacefully. With a rush of curiosity, Sam pulled back the sheets and uncovered Erin’s body, also naked but for a pair of panties. She was startled to notice that Erin’s lower abdomen was bulging visibly, almost as if she were a couple of months pregnant. Was she just bloated perhaps? Sam wondered to herself. Erin was lying on her back with one leg bent out to one side, so that her pussy, inadequately covered by the string-front of the panties, was in full view. The string, barely three millimeters wide, nestled between her puffy labia and was only visible at the top, where it diverged into two equally narrow strings that served as a waistband. Lower down, it had been pulled a little to one side, perhaps by the cockroaches that were scuttling in and out of Erin’s cunt in a steady stream.
In the back of Erin’s panties, too, was a large mass of poo, which Erin had pushed out into her panties while standing in line at a local convenience store. Sam thought that watching her lover humiliate herself in such a disgusting and public manner was one of the most erotic things she had ever seen. Mind you, watching her naked body swarming with roaches, with yet more roaches entering and exiting her vagina, was also somehow very arousing.
Sam leaned over and kissed the younger woman on the lips. Erin’s eyes opened a little, and she smiled. “Morning my love,” she murmured.
“No bad dreams last night?” asked Sam.
“A couple,” replied Erin. “I woke up screaming twice, but I didn’t have any more nightmares after the second time.”
“Well that’s something to be thankful for,” said Sam. “But how the hell did all these cockroaches get here? We probably had some inside us when we arrived, but not this many!”
“Beats me,” said Erin, looking down with a shudder at the roaches on her breasts. “Maybe the others followed you – or maybe all the cockroaches in this area were attracted to you.”
Sam shrugged. “I suppose it doesn’t matter how they got here, only that they’re here. Little bastards – why won’t they leave me alone?” She sighed heavily. Then she shook herself. “Anyway my sweet, how about we hit the shower?”
“Oh but Sam,” said Erin with a look of wide-eyed innocence. “I’m not nearly dirty enough to need a shower.”
Sam grinned, reached into the back of her panties, and pulled out a handful of poo. She slapped it on to Erin’s chest, burying several cockroaches in the process, and started rubbing the mixture of shit and roaches into Erin’s bare breasts. “Now you are,” she said.
Erin smiled, and pulled Sam down on top of her, sandwiching Sam’s poo and several roaches between them. Their tongues intertwined with each other, and their hands caressed each other’s breasts, buttocks and pussies. Sam’s hand found its way into Erin’s panties, where she scooped out as much as she could and rubbed it into Erin’s hair. The two of them rolled over, so that Sam was now underneath, but at that moment Erin drew back and sat up,
“What’s wrong?” asked Sam.
“Nothing,” said Erin, then she shuddered. “At least … I think I’m going to be…”
That was all the warning either of them had. A torrent of thick, orange-brown vomit suddenly erupted from Erin’s mouth, deluging Sam’s face and causing her to cough and splutter. Erin immediately turned her head slightly so that her vomit instead cascaded over Sam’s breasts and belly. The flow came to an abrupt halt, leaving both women staring at each other in shock.
“I’m so sorry!” said Erin. “I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t even retch! You poor thing – how horrible! I’m so terribly sorry.”
“It’s okay,” said Sam. “I’m fine. I’m more worried about you – are you not feeling well?”
“I don’t know,” said Erin, sitting up a little straighter. “A bit queasy perhaps, but otherwise…” Then another eruption of vomit spewed from her mouth, this time on to Sam’s pussy and splashing over her thighs. Erin quickly put her hand over her mouth, deflecting the flow so that it poured over and between her own breasts. As more vomit surged up her gullet and ran in a lumpy river down her torso to collect on her lap, it became thicker in consistency until she almost choked on it. She had, Sam figured, by now thrown up far more than her stomach could possibly hold – where the hell was it all coming from?
Finally the stream stopped, leaving Erin breathless and shaking. She spat a thick, gooey brown lump from her mouth, and smiled weakly at Sam, who was feeling quite alarmed, and rather shell-shocked. “I’m really sorry,” Erin apologised. “I think that’s all of it – I feel much better now.”
“That’s good,” said Sam uncertainly. She sat up and wiped her face. The mass of orange-brown sludge on her torso began to slide downwards, like a semi-liquid carpet, over her breasts and down to pile up on her pussy and thighs. “I guess a shower really is in order now. Oh!” She stopped and stared at the far wall.
Erin turned to look, and her face fell. A charred, jagged line had appeared in the wallpaper. “Oh my goodness!” she said.
Sam knew only too well what it meant. She sighed. “It’s happening again,” she said sadly. “Same thing that’s been happening at my place. I guess I couldn’t get away from it that easily. Perhaps we should talk to someone about it.”
Leaving the bed covered in piles of poo and congealing vomit, the two women headed for Erin’s bathroom, where they climbed into the shower together, still wearing their mucky panties, and started to wash each other off under the warm spray of cleansing water.
“What the heck?” exclaimed Erin, looking down at her belly. “I seem to have … grown a bit!”
“I noticed,” said Sam. “Are you bloated?”
“I don’t think so,” said Erin, frowning. “It looks more like I’m pregnant. Do you suppose it’s something to do with our nightmares?”
“I hope not,” said Sam. But she could not help remembering the demon’s words: “She has been filled with the seed of a new breed.” She also recalled that she herself was due to be impregnated with “a plague that will infect all of humanity” She shuddered.
Clean at last, they removed one another’s panties and stroked each other to orgasm, leaving them both feeling happy and fulfilled. As Sam stepped out of the tub, however, she grimaced and said, “You’re not going to believe this, but I need to poop again. Badly.”
“Oh I believe it,” said Erin. “I’m feeling a little full again myself. What’s happening to us?” Her expression was one of concern.
“I don’t know,” admitted Sam, “but I think it has something to do with the gateway to hell that’s opening up in the bedroom. It didn’t do any good, us moving here – it’s obviously following me.” She sighed. “I’d better go back to my apartment and deal with this thing on my own – it’s not fair to get you involved.”
Erin shook her head. “Sam, I’m not going to let you face this alone. We’re going to figure this thing out, and fix it, together. Okay? We’ll find a way to seal up the gateway, and stop all those horrible dreams.”
Sam smiled at her. “That’s really sweet of you Erin, but I’m putting you through hell – it’s just not fair to you.”
“It’s not your fault!” said Erin. “And I insist! If you go back to your own apartment, I’ll just come with you, so you might as well stay here.”
Sam hugged her, and then kissed her on the lips. “You’re going to make me fall in love with you,” she chided Erin gently.
“That’s the idea,” grinned Erin. “Now, let’s get some breakfast – if there’s anything the roaches haven’t yet touched.”
After a light breakfast of coffee and a bagel, they got dressed for work. Sam wore a pair of string-fronted panties, and reflected that she really ought to get some more like them. They really were very comfy. She then pulled on her work skirt, which only just covered her buttocks. She was very envious of Erin’s skirt, which did not even do that – and not only was it so short that Erin’s buttocks showed below the hemline, but it had a slit in the back that went halfway up Erin’s bottom. And the skirt was so tight that the slit was stretched into a wide ‘V’ that exposed even more of her buttocks – Erin had chosen to wear a string-fronted thong today.
“I want one of those,” pouted Sam as she watched Erin struggling to get the garment up over her hips.
Erin chuckled. “Then get one from Mr. Howell – I’m sure he’d love to see you again. Damn – I can’t fasten this thing! My belly’s gotten too fat.” She tugged hard at the clasp, and eventually managed to fasten it. “Whew!”
“Well done,” said Sam. She put on a transparent bra, then grabbed her new sheer tank top that she had bought yesterday from Mr. Howell. Putting it on, she admired herself in front of the mirror. Her nipples were clearly visible – even the finer details of her areolas – and she smiled to herself.
“I think I’m going to go bra-less today,” announced Erin, as she tried on Sam’s blouse. It was too tight for her, and she found she could only button it up to just below her breasts, which threatened to burst out at any moment.
Sam admired Erin’s impressive cleavage for a moment, then winked at her friend. “They’re going to have a fit in the office!” she said.
For a moment Erin looked worried. “I do hope we won’t get fired,” she said.
“Unlikely,” said Sam, “after yesterday. We might get into trouble though – get a warning perhaps. Are you up for that?”
“Of course,” replied Erin with a smile.
As they were leaving, Sam paused at the door. “It’s bizarre,” she mused aloud. “Why do I feel like I’m overdressed?”
Erin grinned mischievously. “You could stand to wear a little less,” she said.
“But how?” asked Sam in bewilderment. “And why do I feel like I ought to?”
“I don’t know,” said Erin with a shrug. “Something weird is obviously happening to both of us. Yet I can honestly say that I’ve never had so much fun in my life!”
Sam smiled, but then her face clouded over. “Or had worse nightmares.”
Erin’s face fell. “Well, yes,” she admitted. “The nightmares are terrible. But in the light of day my memory of them fades quite quickly.”
“Mine too,” said Sam, nodding. “I feel like I ought to be thinking and feeling much different things from what I’m actually thinking and feeling. But like you said – the past few days have been a lot of fun, though sometimes they’ve been scary too.”
“Come on,” said Erin. “Let’s get to work before you strip completely naked.”
They drove to work, and entered the building hurriedly, feeling rather nervous about their state of dress. As they entered the elevator, however, something truly terrifying happened – the president of the company stepped in. When he saw them, his jaw dropped.
Edgar Birdsall was nearly seventy years old, and known affectionately as the ‘D.O.M.’, which stood for ‘Dirty Old Man’. He was a dinosaur from a bygone era of sexual inequality, and he had not moved with the times. Fortunately all the real power in the company was no longer in his hands, for his behaviour had over the past couple of years become increasingly erratic. Two lawsuits brought against the company by groped female employees had been settled out of court, and still nobody dared to insist that the old man retire. He was also known for his draconian temper, and this is what made the two women shrink nervously back against the far wall. They need not, however, have worried.
“My, what nice outfits!” he approved, staring at Sam’s breasts and visible nipples.
Sam folded her arms across her chest. “Thank you sir,” she said.
“I’ve often thought that the women in this company dress far too prudishly,” continued Edgar, now eying Erin’s expansive cleavage. “It’s nice to see that you two, at least, are not afraid to display your best assets.”
Sam and Erin exchanged glances. Then Erin said, “We were a little worried, actually, about how these would go down in the office. We fear we might get into trouble.”
“Oh nonsense!” said Edgar. “There’s no need for you to get into trouble. I shall issue a company memo today decreeing that our female staff may wear whatever they like in the office.”
Sam smirked. “But aren’t you worried about the impression that inappropriate clothing might give to visiting customers?”
“True, true,” admitted Edgar, scratching his chin. “Not everyone is as forward-thinking as I am. But never mind – if you get into trouble, just give me a call … I’ll make sure you don’t get fired.”
“Thank you sir,” said Erin with a small smile for Sam’s benefit.
As they entered the office where they worked, Erin and Sam were met by Vicky, who, to their astonishment, was wearing almost as revealing an outfit as they were themselves. Her skirt was as short as Sam’s, being only just long enough to cover her buttocks, and her bra was peeping over the neckline of her low-cut tank-top.
“Wow Vicky!” said Erin. “You look hot!”
Vicky grinned, a little embarrassed. “Thanks,” she said. “You too! Both of you.”
“Good God!” exclaimed Toby, coming around the corner into the office. “What the hell?”
“Good morning Toby!” said Sam brightly.
“Good morning,” said Toby. “Erin, that skirt is too short – I can see that from here. You’re violating the dress code.”
“But this is the same skirt I wore yesterday, and you sanctioned it then!” protested Erin.
“Yesterday it covered your buttocks,” said Toby. “Today it doesn’t. I’m guessing you’ve shortened it, but whatever – it’s too short. Go home and change, please.”
“But it’s got Mr. Birdsall’s approval!” objected Sam. “We met him in the elevator on the way up. He said if we got into trouble, he’d issue a company memo saying that all female employees could wear what they like.”
A pained expression passed over Toby’s face. “Edgar doesn’t make the rules in this company,” he said. “Not any more.”
“Do you want to be the one to tell him that?” asked Vicky politely.
Toby sighed. “Very well,” he said heavily. “But no shorter than that, Erin! Please!” He was almost begging. “And for pity’s sake, no visible nipples in future!”
“I’ll try my best,” said Erin.
Toby grunted, and walked past them towards his office. Then he turned back to say, “Oh, by the way – don’t forget that tomorrow we’re going upstate on our team-building exercise. I trust that you’ll wear something appropriate.”
“I’d completely forgotten!” said Sam.
“Perhaps we should go back to Mr. Howell’s store and see if he has something ‘appropriate’,” Erin suggested innocently. “Toby, do you think we could go out at lunch to do that?”
“Sure,” said Toby.
They took their places behind their desks, and started the mundanity of their day’s work. As Erin shifted about in her chair, her skirt soon worked its way up until it was little more than a belt about her waist, and when she got up an hour later to make herself a cup of coffee, she did not bother to pull it down, despite Amanda glaring at her. Toby, fortunately, was shut in his office on a conference call and could not see her. She took her time about making the coffee, enjoying the feeling of wandering around the kitchen with her string-fronted thong caressing her clit, and on show to anyone who happened to come along. It was a great shame, she reflected, that nobody did. Still with her skirt around her waist, she returned to her desk and sat down. She glanced across at Sam, who was grinning from ear to ear, and giggled.
The waistband of her skirt was beginning to seriously bother her. This morning, when she had fastened her skirt, it had been uncomfortably tight – now it was practically unbearable. She struggled with it for a moment, and managed to unclasp it, upon which she gave a great sigh of relief as her constricted belly relaxed. Then, for good measure, she unfastened a button on her blouse so that her ample breasts almost spilled out. Was it her imagination, or were they slightly larger than usual?
At lunchtime, Sam and Erin eagerly hurried down to the car park and climbed into Erin’s car. Sam was by now so desperate to poop that she was not sure she would make it to Mr. Howell’s store. A few minutes later, however, they arrived, and still Sam’s panties were poo-free.
Inside, Mr. Howell met them with a smile and a bow. “Welcome back, ladies, welcome back!” he said. “What can I do for you today?”
“We’re going on a team-building exercise tomorrow,” said Sam. “And we need some suitable clothes.”
“We’ll be white-water rafting, scrambling over assault courses, getting muddy – that sort of thing,” said Erin. “Can you help?”
“I believe I can,” said Mr. Howell sagely. “Please follow me.” He led them back to the changing area, and gestured to a couple of chairs. “If you would be so kind as to take off your clothes and put them on those chairs, I will be back in a few minutes.”
He left, and Sam and Erin grinned at each other before stripping out of their clothes. Completely naked, they waited patiently for five minutes, after which, getting bored, they started making out. Soon after that, however, they broke apart as the old man returned.
“Sam, I have some denim shorts for you – try these on,” he said, handing her a piece of denim that she tried on eagerly. As she pulled it up, she looked in vain for a means of fastening it, but there was no waistband … the only means of securing it in place was the zipper, which seemed to be stuck – it would only zip halfway up before it jammed on something. The shorts had no legs – they had been cut away completely, leaving most of her buttocks exposed. The gusset had been trimmed down so that only the seam remained – a thin string that slipped between both her buttocks and her labia, only widening out when it reached her clitoris. At the front it provided rather less coverage than a conventional thong, but rather more coverage than one of Mr. Howell’s usual thongs.
“Goodness!” she said, looking a little anxiously at Erin. “There’s going to be lots of people there from our company – including quite a few people we don’t know. I think this might be a little extreme.”
“It’s your call,” said Erin. “Personally I think it looks great.”
“And for you, Erin,” said Mr. Howell, “I have this jogging skirt.”
“Jogging skirt?” echoed Erin. “I’ve not heard of one of those.”
“It’s simply an alternative to jogging pants or shorts,” said Mr. Howell, handing her the item. “You wear it with panties underneath, of course.”
Erin pulled on the skirt. It was a flimsy, white, slightly-transparent garment, low-waisted but fitting quite loosely, and almost, but not quite, long enough to cover the buttocks. She fastened the clasp at the waist and gave a twirl. “What do you think, Sam?”
“Lovely!” said Sam with a smile. She could hardly wait to see it get wet.
“Now,” said Mr. Howell, “for your tops. Here you go Erin … and here’s yours Sam.” He handed them each a garment, which they immediately put on.
Sam found herself wearing a yellow crop-top that only just covered her breasts. If it had been skin-tight, that might have been all right, but it hung loosely on her so that if she were to bend over at all, her breasts would be swinging free and visible to anyone behind her. And if she were to go head over heels… She smiled to herself.
Erin’s top was very different. It was a midriff-revealing tight white t-shirt, with a difference: the part which covered her breasts was made of a different material – gauzy and so thin that it was quite see-through. But the most eye-catching thing about it was that it was not only skin-tight, but extremely stretchy, so that it moulded itself to the exact shape of her breasts. It was as if the t-shirt itself had breasts … complete with nipples.
“Wow,” breathed Erin. “I’ve never seen anything like this before. I … I love it!”
Sam loved it too. “You,” she said, “look amazing.”
Erin grinned at her. “Thank you!” she said.
“You both do,” said Mr. Howell. “I am glad you are pleased with my choices. Now, is there anything else I can get for you?”
“Um, yes,” said Sam. “I’d like a suit skirt as short as Erin’s, please. And I need some more panties, too. Preferably ones that are fairly, um, capacious…”
“She’s been having some accidents,” explained Erin. “Just pooping, though – not peeing.”
“Erin!” Sam exclaimed, shocked.
Mr. Howell raised a quizzical eyebrow. “You want to check out our incontinence wear?”
Sam blushed. “You have such things?”
“Certainly!” said Mr. Howell. “Take off those shorts and I’ll be right back.”
Sam stepped out of the denim microshorts as Mr. Howell walked away, and stood there in just her crop-top until he returned a few minutes later with an armful of clothes. By now she was absolutely desperate to defecate, but she thought she could hold out until they left the store.
“Here,” he said. “Try this on.” He handed her a flimsy-looking pair of panties.
Sam looked at them dubiously, then pulled them on. They seemed to be just ordinary panties – and skimpy ones at that – or so she thought until she noted the stickiness of the waistband and leg bands. “What the heck is this stuff?” she inquired. When she pulled her fingers away from the waistband, which was not very easy, she found them dry and not at all sticky.
“It’s not an adhesive,” said Mr. Howell. “The waistband and leg bands are designed along similar lines to the soles of geckos’ feet – they consist of hundreds of thousands of tiny microfibres which together generate a pretty strong electrical attraction. Just as a gecko can ‘glue’ its feet to any surface – even polished glass – the bands on your panties will glue themselves to your skin to form a perfect seal.
“Damn! It’s strong!” Sam complained as she tried to adjust the position of the left leg band. It was very difficult trying to pry the material away from her buttock, and as soon as she managed to move it, it re-sealed itself against her skin in the new position, whether she had moved it far enough or not.
Just then, her bowel moved, and an incredible pressure built up against her anus. Gasping in pain, she had no choice but to relax her anus and let out some of her poo. “Oh my goodness!” she exclaimed, and she put her hands over her face in embarrassment.
A long rope of very soft poo poured out of her anus and quickly filled the back of her panties. Resigned to her fate, she bore down in order to relieve her intense discomfort, and the growing bulge quickly passed grapefruit size, then melon size, while her poo spread up to her waistband and along her gusset, sliding over her vaginal opening and then over her labia like a caressing hand.
Mr. Howell was astonished. “Sam!” he cried out. “Whatever are you doing? You can’t test it here!”
“I couldn’t help it!” she wailed. “Suddenly it hurt so badly that I couldn’t hold it!”
“Poor love,” said Erin sympathetically.
Mr. Howell scratched his head. “Well, you’re certainly putting those panties through their paces. How on Earth did you manage to keep all that in until now?”
Sam shook her head in mortification. Still she was defecating, and the bulge was approaching watermelon size. Her poo had by now been forced up to the waistband at the front of her panties, too, and was spreading out to meet the poo that had squeezed through the narrow gaps at her hips between waistband and leg bands. Erin and Mr. Howell, bereft of speech, were watching with fascination.
“This … is not humanly possible!” Mr. Howell breathed. “What the hell is wrong with you, Sam?” Then he checked himself, and bowed slightly. “I am most dreadfully sorry, Sam – I forgot myself there. I do hope that I did not cause offence. If I did, I most sincerely apologise.”
Sam stared at him, forgetting for a moment the poo still flowing out of her anus. The man had groped her breasts, persuaded her to strip naked, shaved her pussy, permanently removed her pubic hair without permission, and stuck his finger into her vagina … and he was humbly apologizing for a slightly insensitive remark? “That’s okay,” she said with a shrug. Then her poo finally stopped coming out, and she looked down. There was a bulge at the front of her panties which could almost have contained a grapefruit. At the back, when she checked herself out in the mirror, was a truly enormous bulge which would have fit a small watermelon with room to spare.
“It isn’t okay,” said Mr. Howell sadly, shaking his head. “I must make it up to you. How about if I give you that top and the denim shorts for free?”
“That would be awesome!” said Sam happily.
“It looks like the diaper works, at any rate,” said Erin. “Except that it feels odd to call it a diaper. It looks like a regular pair of panties to me.”
“Indeed,” said Mr. Howell. “We call them ‘incontinence panties’. Well, actually those are ‘solid waste incontinence panties’, or ‘swips’ as we like to call them. The material is slightly porous, so they’re no good for bladder problems. We have others which are.”
Sam sniffed the air. “They don’t quite contain the odour either, do they?”
“Normally they’re pretty good at that,” said Mr. Howell with a slightly embarrassed cough. “But, um, you’ve stretched the material to an unusual degree. The fact that the seals are holding is a tribute to their incredible strength.”
“Will the seals hold if I sit down?” asked Sam.
“I would think so,” said Mr. Howell. “Why don’t you try it?” He turned around the chair on the back of which were hanging Sam’s clothes.
Sam sat down slowly and carefully, and her poo spread and squished enticingly beneath her. As she undulated her hips, she felt the soft mess delicately stroking her pussy and buttocks. Behind and in front of her, the material of the panties bulged to an even greater extreme. Sam stood up again, and played with the bulges, squeezing them and pushing them around so that the mass of poo inside shifted this way and that in exciting ways. “This is amazing!” she said. “I can’t believe you don’t advertise these panties more – they’ll revolutionize the field of incontinence wear!”
Mr. Howell nodded. “Indeed. But I hate advertising – I would much rather my stores gained word-of-mouth business.”
“Stores?” repeated Erin. “You have more?”
“I have seven,” said Mr. Howell. “This was the first, so I like to run it myself. But there are others, in other parts of the country.”
“May I keep these panties on?” asked Sam.
“Oh – please do!” said Mr. Howell fervently.
Sam found that her hands, when she took them away from her panties, were coated in slightly sticky brown slime – the only part of her poo that had managed to get through the material. She wiped her hands on her crop-top.
“We also sell transparent incontinence panties,” said Mr. Howell. “They’re made of plastic film – similar to Saran wrap – and totally impermeable to moisture. Would you be interested?”
“Yes! I’ll take two pairs,” said Sam. “And two of these, as well. Also, I’d like some more string-fronted panties.”
Mr. Howell smiled. “Certainly,” he said.
They donned their work clothes again, although Sam had a difficult time putting her skirt on over her hugely bulging panties. In the end she had to work most of the poo directly beneath her bottom and along her gusset, after which of course her bulge hung far lower than the hem of her skirt. She felt, and looked, rather odd as she waddled to the front of the store with the sagging, poo-packed panties bumping into the backs of her thighs with each step.
Erin paid for everything that Mr. Howell had not given Sam for free. Sam felt bad about this, but she really could not afford to buy any of it herself – at least not until her next monthly paycheck came through. Happily swinging a bag containing their new clothes, she hurried out to the car with Erin, trying and failing to look inconspicuous. More than one obscene comment was hurled in her direction, but she ignored them.
Climbing into the car, she sat down and wiggled her bottom around in the mass of her poo. “This feels heavenly!” she sighed.
Erin looked across at her with envy. “I’ll bet,” she said. “What are you going to do when we’re back at work?”
“I don’t know,” said Sam. “Play it by ear I suppose.”
Once they arrived back at the office, Erin walked ahead to check that the coast was clear while Sam followed behind. They managed to sneak into an elevator without being spotted, and once they reached their floor Sam dived into the ladies’ toilets until Erin knocked on the door to let her know it was safe to make a run for her desk. In this manner, Sam managed to sit down at her desk without anyone realizing that she was wearing grossly distended panties which contained half a cubic foot of poo. She dared not risk exploding the panties by sitting down with her skirt positioned modestly, however, so she pulled the skirt up around her waist so that the bulge could spread out evenly in front of and behind her. This was all well and good, until Toby called her into his office.
Sam panicked. What would she do? She could not go in like this – he would fire her for sure. Thinking quickly, she said, “Okay Toby, but I just need to pop to the toilet first.” As soon as she saw him turn his back, she got up from her chair and dashed to the toilet, with Amanda, Frank and Vicky staring wide-eyed at her uncovered and enormously bulging panties.
“I guess she left it too late!” remarked Erin, a little uneasily. “Perhaps better not tell Toby.”
Amanda held up her hands and shook her head. “I saw nothing,” she said firmly.
“I didn’t either,” muttered Vicky, going back to her work.
“I did! Holy shit!” exclaimed Frank.
“Just keep quiet about it okay Frank?” said Erin. “If you say anything to Toby, she’ll get in heaps of trouble.”
“Hey, I’m not about to rat on a colleague,” said Frank. “But holy shit!”
In the toilet, Sam managed to peel the front of her waistband away from her belly, though it hurt a little to do so. She then squatted over the polythene trash bag she had taken from the kitchen on her way here, and tipped out as much poo as possible. Then she used one hand to scoop more poo out of the back of her panties, and soon they were fairly empty, except for a few lumps here and there (which, if gathered together, would still make for a very large turd). Snapping her waistband back into place, she went to clean her hands, after which she stood in front of the mirror and kneaded the poo in her panties, spreading it evenly around so that it did not hang beneath her hemline. Well, not much anyway. She was glad to note that the panties had returned to their previous fit, and had not been overstretched.
Tying the polythene bag securely shut, she hid it behind the toilet and then went back out into the office to see Toby. She entered his office and sat down. “Sorry about that,” she said. “What can I do for you?” She was a little nervous – what kind of trouble was she in now?
“I just had a call from the D.O.M. … uh, I mean Edgar,” said Toby. “It seems you made a bit of an impression on him this morning.”
Sam blushed. “He kind of liked our outfits.”
“Yes, I’m sure. Well, he’s decided that he needs a secretary – God knows what for – and he wants either you or Erin to fill the post. Now, I’m pretty sure neither of you will be interested – it’s hardly a good career move after all – but I promised him I’d talk to you and let him know what you thought about the offer. I’m talking to you first because you stand to gain a little more than Erin, but I’ll be having the same chat with her if you turn it down. So – what do you think?”
Of course it was a terrible career move, like Toby said, so Sam was rather surprised when the first thought that popped into her head was ‘I’ll be able to wear as little as I want!’ Despite herself, she found that she was considering the offer seriously. The thing that troubled her most about it, she discovered, was not that it was a bad move, but that it would separate her from Erin.
“Well, the old goat might be willing to pay a little more,” she said with difficulty, “so I don’t want to dismiss the idea. I’m living pretty much hand-to-mouth at the moment, so a little more money would really help. And it’s not really such a bad move – I’m sure he’ll write me a glowing reference if I choose to leave the company and seek out a secretarial position elsewhere.”
“But Sam!” objected Toby. “You’re next in line for a promotion within this office! Why would you want to blow that?”
“Toby, I’ve been waiting for that promotion for two years. I’m not holding my breath. And I really do need the money. But I’d like to talk it over with Erin first.”
Toby shrugged. “Okay then – but it’s your funeral if you do accept it. If Erin takes the job, you’d be a strong candidate for her position.”
This was an interesting idea. “I’ll talk to her about it,” said Sam. She got up and left, being careful to tug her skirt down before she turned her back on him. As it was, her panties were showing a little beneath her hemline, and Toby frowned to himself, before sighing and shaking his head.
Erin was intrigued by Edgar’s offer, but she was sad at the thought of being separated from Sam. “I think you should take it,” she said. “I’ll miss you, but I’m sure he’d pay you very well and I know you could use the money. Plus, I know it will be fun for you.”
“It might,” said Sam, smiling. “But it would be a lot of fun for you, too – are you sure you’re not interested? If you take the job, Toby reckons I’d have a good chance of getting your current job, so I wouldn’t be too badly off.”
“True,” admitted Erin. “But then again, they might hire someone from outside – they’ve done that to you before.”
“I know,” said Sam. “Well, I have to admit it does sound like it might be fun. Perhaps I should go and talk to him about it.”
“Maybe we could both go,” said Erin with a wink. “You never know – he might decide he needs both of us.”
Sam laughed. “Okay – let’s go and see him.”
Edgar’s office was on the floor above, so they climbed the stairs, with Sam leading the way. “You didn’t empty it all out?” asked Erin in surprise.
“It felt too nice – I just had to leave some of it in there,” explained Sam, her cheeks turning rather red.
Erin reached out and placed her hand on Sam’s panties, feeling the layer of poo sandwiched between the material and Sam’s buttocks. She moved her hand around in circles, so that the panties, lubricated with poo, stroked Sam’s flesh. Sam sighed with pleasure, and stopped where she was on the stairs. Then Erin slid her hand between Sam’s buttocks and poked at the panties with one finger, looking for Sam’s anus. She soon found it, and pushed, so that a finger-shaped rod of material entered Sam’s rectum and was forced nearly three inches deep. Erin managed to remove her finger while leaving the panties in place, and she stepped up alongside her friend. “Come on then,” she said.
Sam chuckled. “Naughty girl,” she said. “That felt nice.”
Upstairs, they knocked on Edgar’s partially open door, and Sam tucked her head inside to see if he was there. He was, and he beckoned her in. He was surprised to see both of them, but he took it in his stride. “Please, take a seat, both of you,” he said.
They closed the door, then sat down on chairs in front of his desk. Sam made sure to leave her knees a few inches apart. Her panties were kind of brown now, of course, but she figured he would attribute their dark coloration to shadow, or the natural colour of the panties, or indeed any explanation other than that she had messed herself.
Erin had no such problem. And she did not even need to spread her legs in order to reveal her panties, for her skirt was so short that she was pretty much unable to hide her underwear even if she wanted to. Not that she did want to – she too wished to make a good impression on the Dirty Old Man.
“Well!” said Edgar. “It looks like you’re both interested in the position – that’s great! And…” he broke off, unable to tear his eyes away from their panties. “… And … that’s great. So!” he continued, finally managing to look up at their faces. “I suppose I should figure out which of you is the most qualified. How fast can each of you type?”
“About fifty words a minute,” said Erin.
“Sixty-five for me,” said Sam.
“Good, good,” said Edgar. “And … um … I assume you’re both familiar with Microsoft Office? Word? Excel? Access?”
“All three,” said Erin.
“I know Word and Excel,” said Sam. “I haven’t had much practice with Access. But I’m sure I could learn quickly enough.”
“We were wondering,” said Erin, “if perhaps you might have more than one position available? We’re very close, you see, and we were hoping not to be separated.”
“Oh!” said Edgar in surprise. He pondered this for a moment. “I don’t know – I had to struggle to get just this position approved. You’d think … but never mind.”
“I’m sure,” said Erin, undoing another button on her blouse, “that two of us will be ever so much more help to you than just one.”
Edgar stared wide-eyed as even more of Erin’s breasts came into view, including the edge of her left nipple’s areola. He swallowed, and then wiped his brow. “Well, um, that’s very, um, interesting…” He shook himself. “But it’s all academic. I only have one position to offer, and while I would love for both of you to be my secretaries, I’m afraid I can only hire one of you. Would you like to decide between yourselves who wants the job?”
The women looked at each other, and then Erin said, “Sam will take the job. She needs it more than I do.”
Sam nodded. “Dependent on salary of course.”
“Don’t worry about that – you’ll be getting fifty percent more than you make currently,” said Edgar. “I’ve seen your salary, Sam – it’s pitiful.”
“Tell me about it!” said Sam, rolling her eyes. “So, when do I start?”
“Well, obviously a replacement will have to be found for your current job,” said Edgar, “so … possibly a couple of weeks?”
Sam smiled. So she would not be parted from Erin too soon – that was good news. She and Erin left Edgar’s office and returned to their own desks, where they spent the rest of the afternoon uneventfully. At five o’clock Sam collected her bag from the toilet, and the two of them returned home to Erin’s apartment, where they ordered pizza. Cockroaches were everywhere now – thousands of them. Sam had done some research at work, and she could now identify them as American and German cockroaches. The American roaches were larger and seemed to prefer moist areas like the bathroom and kitchen, while the German roaches, which were mostly half an inch or less, seemed happy pretty much anywhere. This was not to say that it was only German roaches in the bedroom, for on Erin’s bed were plenty of American roaches too. Perhaps they were obtaining enough moisture from the shit and vomit that was still liberally spread over the bedsheets – at any rate the roaches appeared to be eating the muck.
They cuddled together on the sofa in front of the television for a while, but fell asleep in each others’ arms at about nine o’clock. Rousing themselves sometime later, they brushed their teeth and stumbled off to bed. Sam was about to suggest that they replace the sheet, but Erin merely stripped off her clothes, climbed on to the messy bottom sheet, and pulled the covers over her. Sam shrugged, took off her clothes, and climbed in next to her lover. The congealed mess was cold and rather unpleasant at first, but it soon warmed up as they rolled around in it. After they had brought each other to orgasmic bliss, they drifted off to sleep.
Sam woke up to find herself being lifted off the bed by inhumanly strong hands. She screamed and fought, but it was like a mouse trying to wrestle a gorilla. A monstrous demon with knobbly black skin tucked her under one arm and carried her towards the gateway in the wall, which now formed the mouth of the familiar corridor of pulsating pink flesh. She noticed Erin being carried ahead of her, and called out to her lover. Erin responded with a frightened wail, but she was soon taken away out of sight down a side passage, which Sam’s demon did not take.
Tonight she was taken to a small chamber and hung up on one wall by chains around her wrists knees and ankles. Her legs were pulled so wide apart that she screamed in pain. Then a small yellow demon came in with an object in his hand that looked rather like an ostrich egg, except that it was rather more elongated. Sam watched in terror as the demon approached, then gritted her teeth as the object was placed at the opening of her vagina. She expected a terrible, tearing pain as the ‘egg’ was forcibly inserted into her cunt, but she was surprised to discover that it was quite soft and squishy, and the demon squeezed it into a narrow pole before pushing it inside her. It still hurt, a little, but it did her no damage.
The little yellow demon looked up at her and grinned. “You are now with child,” it said in an unexpectedly high voice. “Inside you is the doom of mankind – it will bring about the damnation of all humanity, and the transformation of Earth into a mere province of Hell.”
Sam spat. “I’ll get an abortion!” she said. “I’ll rip it out myself if I have to! I’ll not be the vessel for your demonic plans!”
The demon cackled. “You have no choice!” it said. “If you rip it out, it will release its plague just as surely as if you gave birth to it naturally. The difference is that you will die as a consequence. Mankind is doomed anyway – but you will certainly die if you do not allow yourself to come to full term. And when you die, you will come back here for eternal torture with no awaking.”
Sam choked back tears. “Is there no hope for my soul?” she asked.
“None,” said the demon. “You were chosen. And sooner or later, you will come back to give eternal pleasure to the demon hordes of Hell. Whether it is sooner or later is up to you.”
“Later,” said Sam through clenched teeth. “As late as possible.”
“Then you will not terminate your pregnancy,” said the demon simply. It turned on its heel and walked out.
Then the wall behind her sprouted a penis, which plunged deep into her anus as she screamed with agony. Her subsequent rape lasted eleven hours.