She awoke, sobbing, to the sound of her alarm clock. It was five-thirty in the morning. Erin was stirring beside her. Her bowel felt painfully uncomfortable, and suddenly the pain grew so intense that she whimpered and pushed hard, so that a thick column of poo began to thrust out of her anus. It was much firmer than yesterday’s defecation had been, and came out more slowly.
Erin turned towards her and smiled. “Good morning lover,” she said.
“Good morning,” said Sam, wiping her eyes. “I’m afraid I just started pooping – the urge suddenly hit me so strongly…”
“That’s okay,” said Erin. Then she grimaced. “I’m afraid I don’t feel so good myself. My bowels are terribly full and I’m feeling rather nauseous.”
“Poor thing,” sympathized Sam. “Come here my darling.” She put an arm around Erin, who snuggled close and put her head on Sam’s chest. Then…
“Oh…” began Erin, before throwing up all over Sam’s breasts for the second morning in a row. Vomit poured from her mouth in a steady stream which lasted for ten seconds or more, after which Sam’s entire torso was covered to a depth of an inch with vomit.
“My poor baby,” said Sam sorrowfully. “Is this morning sickness do you think?”
“I don’t know,” replied Erin, wiping her mouth. “Perhaps. I’m so sorry to be all disgusting like this.”
“Precious, we’re both pooping in our panties these days,” laughed Sam. “And I’m currently pooping in your bed. A little vomit isn’t going to turn me off you.” And to prove it, she lifted Erin’s chin and kissed her on the lips.
The kiss lasted longer than she had at first intended, and moments later their tongues were writhing against each other. Thus it was that when the next surge of vomit shot out of Erin’s mouth, much of it went straight into Sam’s. The rest poured over her face, in her hair, down her neck, and on to the pillow behind her. She accidentally swallowed some of it, but she spat the rest out. The shock made her clench her anus, staunching the flow of poo for a moment.
“Oh dear!” exclaimed Erin. “Sam!”
“It’s okay,” said Sam, wiping her face. She almost meant it, too.
Erin pulled back the covers, and gasped. “Oh my God!”
Sam looked down at her friend’s belly, which was now much bigger than it had been the day before. The woman looked five or six months pregnant now. Then, as if the sight made her feel worse, Erin vomited again, all over her own breasts and belly. This time the stream lasted almost thirty seconds, after which the bed was literally awash with the foul stuff. When she had finished, Erin wiped her mouth and then snuggled up to Sam, who relaxed her anus and resumed emptying her bowels. She hardly felt any less empty, but she had been defecating for ages now. Just how much was there inside her?
Erin started kissing her, and she responded, tonguing the younger woman’s mouth while rubbing vomit into her breasts and pussy. Erin’s hand, in turn, found Sam’s pussy, and she started slipping fingers into Sam’s cunt. Soon she had four inside, and was trying to add her thumb.
“Ouch,” said Sam, breaking off from the kiss. “No – it’s okay,” she added, noting Erin’s worried expression. “I can take it – I think. Go ahead.”
It was a struggle, and Sam winced a few times, but then, with a rush, Erin’s whole hand slid into her cunt, well lubricated with squishy brown vomit. Sam sighed with pleasure at the feeling of being filled by her friend’s fist, and she started moaning when Erin began to twist and rotate her hand, stroking her g-spot with each movement.
“Lots of roaches in here,” remarked Erin. Then she paused. “Are you still pooping?”
Sam nodded. “Yes – it doesn’t seem to want to stop.”
Erin smiled. “It’s weird – if I hold my hand against the back of your vagina, I can actually feel it moving down your rectum. Awesome!”
“Perhaps you should pull back the covers to see how much I’ve done,” suggested Sam.
Erin did so, with her free hand, and uttered a cry of astonishment when she saw the pile of curled-up poo building up between, and on top of, Sam’s legs. “Good grief!” she said. “If you uncoiled all that … why, it would measure about ten feet I reckon!”
“There’s way more to come,” said Sam.
“But no time to do it all,” said Erin. “Come on – we’ve got to shower and get dressed and be at the coach station in less than an hour.” She winked at Sam. “Save the rest for later.”
Sam grimaced, but nodded. Clenching her anus, she stopped the flow, then she sat up and pushed a couple of loops of poo off her thighs before swinging her legs out of bed and standing up. Looking back at the sheets she had got up from, she could not believe how filthy they were. Not a square inch of white could be seen any more. Nearly everywhere the poo or vomit was at least an inch deep – in some it was three or four. The few small areas of sheet that could be seen were smeared with muck or one type or another. Cockroaches of both the American and German varieties were swarming everywhere, devouring the muck and leaving behind their own droppings.
Then she noticed the crack in the wall. A two-inch band of pink flesh had been uncovered by the peeling wallpaper, and things were moving in it. She did not look too closely, but hurried through to the bathroom, where she climbed into the shower with Erin. The young woman’s belly was really quite distended – she was certainly pregnant, but with what?
And that of course reminded her of her own dream. Was she herself now pregnant? Despite the large squishy ‘egg’ that had been pushed into her vagina – at least in her dream – she did not look any different.
They washed each other off, sparing no soap to get completely clean, and then they dried themselves and went back through to the bedroom to get dressed. Sam put on her denim shorts – without panties – and her loose crop-top, and a pair of sneakers. She decided to bring a pair of incontinence panties, too, since she knew she would probably need them before the end of the day. She still felt pretty full.
Erin, of course, was wearing her jogging skirt, though she was having to sling it below her pregnant belly, with just a very skimpy thong beneath. The front of the thong was so narrow that it had a tendency to slip to one side of her clitoris after only a few steps. She soon gave up trying to fix it, and resigned herself to wearing it with her clitoral hood exposed. At least she was wearing a skirt. On her top half she wore her t-shirt with the Lycra/nylon ‘breasts’, which clung to every curve of her own breasts and revealed every detail of her nipples.
They were running a little late by the time they got down to the car park, and Erin broke the speed limit several times in order to get them to the coach station on time. As it was, they were still a couple of minutes late, but the coach had not yet left. Toby was disgusted at their appearance.
“You expect to participate in a team-building exercise in those … outfits?” he demanded.
“You didn’t specify a dress code for this thing,” said Erin. “So we had to guess.”
“And … what the heck … are you pregnant?” His frown turned to a look of astonishment.
“No,” said Erin. “Just a bad case of gas I think.”
He looked puzzled, but said nothing more as he gestured for them to board the coach. They sat next to each other at the back, and canoodled whenever they thought nobody was looking. At one point Erin whispered in Sam’s ear:
“I need to poop so badly!”
“Can you hold it until we get there?” asked Sam.
“No,” replied Erin, with a wicked gleam in her eye. “I guess I’m screwed.”
“Not necessarily,” said Sam, smiling at her. “Here – put this on instead of your thong.” She handed Erin her incontinence panties.
Erin took them, looking slightly crestfallen. “Damn,” she said. “I was kind of hoping I wouldn’t be able to avoid an embarrassing accident.”
“Oh, it will still be embarrassing,” said Sam cheerfully. “Don’t you worry about that.”
Erin chuckled, then she surreptitiously removed her thong and pulled the sticky-banded panties up. Once she had secured them in place, she said, “Okay, I think I’ll let it out now. There’s no point in holding it in any longer.”
“Go for it,” said Sam with a smile.
Erin’s face took on a look of concentration, and then she smiled beatifically as she raised her bottom up off the seat. Sam leaned over to take a look at the back of Erin’s panties, and watched curiously as a large bulge formed and swelled rapidly to melon size.
“That’s it,” said Erin, looking slightly downcast. “I guess I just can’t produce as much as you, Sam.”
“That’s still a lot more than most people can produce,” said Sam. “And I suspect in a couple of days you’ll be generating a lot more.”
The coach lurched as it hit a pothole, and Erin sat down suddenly and involuntarily. “Ooh, that’s nice,” she said with a smile and a wiggle of her hips.
For the rest of the journey, which took an hour and a half, Erin remained sitting in her own poo, which gradually worked itself into every crevice and fold of her pussy. When the time came to get off the coach, she tried in vain to tuck the bulge up beneath her skirt. Whatever she did, however, she could not prevent the panties from sagging four or five inches below her hemline. In the end she just shrugged and walked calmly down the length of the coach, and disembarked into the small crowd of her co-workers that had gathered outside. She looked around for a toilet, and spotted a little shack not far away. She hurried off in that direction, but it did not take long for people to spot the large brown bulge hanging beneath the back of her skirt. There were various mutterings and whisperings.
“That’s a very skimpy pair of shorts!” remarked Vicky, who had come over to stand next to Sam.
Sam turned to grin at her. Then she noticed that Vicky herself was dressed somewhat impractically – she was wearing a denim miniskirt whose frayed hem suggested that she had shortened it. Her tight tank-top was clinging nicely to her breasts and showing pretty clearly that she was not wearing a bra. “Very sexy!” Sam complimented her.
“Well I figured you and Erin would be wearing something outrageous, and so I figured I wouldn’t stick out too much like this,” said Vicky. “But what the hell’s up with Erin? Did she crap herself again?”
“Yup,” said Sam. “She’s got a bit of a bug, I think – it’s hitting her in the worst way.”
“Oh – poor girl,” said Vicky. “Shouldn’t she be in bed?”
“That’s what I told her,” agreed Sam. “But she wouldn’t listen – she insisted on coming.”
“Okay!” called a deep male voice from the front of the crowd. “Welcome to the Williams-Evans course. I’m your facilitator for the day – my name is Dirk. First let me tell you a bit about this place. There is a toilet over there – I see that one young lady has gone there already, although it looks like she left it a little late! There are also showers in the building over there – you’ll need them at the end of the day. Lunch will be provided in that building…”
And so he droned on. Erin returned shortly afterwards, and was therefore present when Dirk began to describe their first challenge, which Dirk called ‘Crossing the Canyon’. They were to split into three teams of eleven, since there were thirty-three of them, and they had to cross from one raised platform to another, using only two planks, neither of which was long enough to span the gap.
Sam’s team included Erin, Vicky and Frank, as well as a few people from other offices that she recognized, and a couple of people that she didn’t. At first she and Erin were quizzed at length about their outfits, and Erin was hard-pressed persuading her team-mates that her swollen belly was a result of gas and not a bona fide pregnancy. Fortunately Vicky and Frank assured them that Erin had not looked this way the day before. The interrogation persisted, however, until Dirk blew his whistle and the challenge began.
It was an interesting challenge, and Sam rather enjoyed it. Their solution was multi-faceted and started off with one plank being extended as far as possible, with the other placed sideways over the near end, and all but one of them standing on it to brace it. Then Sam got to walk out to the end of the plank and jump to the far side. After that it got more complicated, but in the end all of them managed to complete the challenge, though one of the other teams beat them to it.
Sam was by now getting desperate to poo again. “What did you do with the panties?” she asked Erin during their break between challenges.
“There was no way to wash them – I just dropped them down the hole,” said Erin.
Sam’s heart sank. “But I needed them! I’m getting desperate!”
“You could always go in the toilet,” suggested Erin.
Sam frowned, puzzled. Of course she could – why had she not thought of that? She hurried to the little shack and opened the door. Flies were buzzing everywhere, but she ignored them and pulled her shorts down as she hurried to sit down on the seat. As she lowered herself down, though, she could not help glancing downwards and spotting her incontinence panties lying half submerged in a huge wet heap of shit and bits of soggy paper.
It would be a shame to waste such an amazing and useful garment, she thought to herself. Getting up from the toilet, she turned, got down on her knees, and reached down through the seat as far as she could. It was not far enough – not by a long way. With a sigh, she withdrew her hand, lifted the seat, and stuck her arm down, all the way up to the shoulder. This was still not nearly far enough, so she tried sticking her head into the hole along with her arm. She just managed to squeeze both shoulders through, and as she lowered her upper body into the hole, she stuck her legs out so that she would not overbalance. She was finding it impossible to see now that her body was blocking out all light from above, so she blindly flailed her hand about in the hope of hitting her panties.
Still she could not reach them. She inched herself further and further down into the hole, until she was balancing very precariously on the edge of the toilet. Any further and she would fall right in. The smell down here was terrible – surely she was almost far enough down by now? She stretched her fingertips as far as she could, and at last she felt them hit something – it felt like her panties. Somehow she managed to grasp a tiny piece of material between the ends of two fingers, and then she pulled them towards her. She could now get a better grip on them, and she started pivoting herself back, pulling herself up out of the toilet. The panties were quite heavy, since they still contained a lot of poo, and she shook them to empty them.
Soon she was standing up and putting the seat back down, with the filthy panties clutched in her hand. All she needed to do now was wash them, but there was no basin here – only a dispenser of cleansing fluid. She took the panties outside, and to her delight found a puddle of water not far from the little shack. Washing her panties in it, she managed to get them reasonably clean, whereupon she wrung them out thoroughly, folded them up, and tucked them down the front of her microshorts.
Dirk now rounded them up for the next challenge. “This one is more fun,” he said, “And more physical. Out there in the woods are four trails, with obstacles along the way. We’ll be dividing you up into four teams of eight, so I’m afraid one person will have to sit out. Any volunteers?”
Brian Loomis, the overweight commercial director, put up his hand. “I don’t think I’d be much use in that kind of challenge,” he said. “I’ll sit this one out.”
“Great! Now I’ll be choosing the teams, so when you hear your name called, please go to where I direct you.”
Sam feared that the teams might be chosen at random, but in fact the selection had obviously been planned roughly along department lines, so that she found herself once again on the same team as Erin and Vicky. Also on the team was a rather loud-mouthed woman from accounts – Serena Flint.
“Why are you two dressed like hookers?” she demanded. Evidently she did not consider Vicky’s outfit quite skimpy enough to be labeled that way.
“We’re not,” said Erin. “We’re dressed way sexier than hookers.”
Sam suppressed a smile, but Serena was not amused. “You’re a disgrace to the company,” she said, and promptly turned her back on them.
“Now,” said Dirk, “Each team will be divided up into four pairs, and those pairs will be handcuffed together, just to make things more interesting. On team one, the pairing is as follows…”
“Oh I do hope we get paired together,” whispered Sam to Erin, and Erin nodded.
But it was not to be. Sam found herself paired with Toby, which she was not at all happy about. Erin was paired with Serena, to which both women objected strenuously until Toby silenced them with a stern look. Vicky was paired with Frank, which Frank was most happy about. Dirk came around, handcuffed all the pairs together, and locked around each person’s free wrist a coloured bracelet with a little key attached. Then he explained the game.
“The first obstacle is a wall, which you must climb over. On the other side of the wall is a swamp, which you will have to wade or swim through. Beyond the swamp is a little challenge for you to overcome. Your reward for the challenge will be a key that will help you with the next part of the challenge. From then on, it should be clear what you need to do. Now this is a race, so when I say ‘go’, make your way with all speed to the start of your trail, and get going! Good luck – now go!”
Sam and Toby both ran for the start of the trail, along with their team-mates. They soon arrived at the wall Dirk had told them about. It was made of wooden planks and was about ten feet high. “Help me to get on your shoulders,” said Toby. “Once I’m up, I’ll pull you up after me.”
Sam nodded, and got down on one knee beside the wall. Toby stepped on to her thigh, and thence climbed on to her shoulders. But his weight was too much for Sam. “I can’t get up!” she gasped. “You’re too heavy!”
Toby climbed down and said, rather crossly, “Well what do you suggest? I’m sure you won’t be able to pull me up.”
“How about we join forces with Erin and Serena?” Sam said. Looking across at the two women, she saw that Erin was now on top of the wall and pulling Serena up. A moment later, both had disappeared over the other side. “Okay – how about with Vicky and Frank?”
Frank overheard, and nodded. “I think that’s a good idea,” he said. “I’m not sure how we’re going to get up otherwise.”
In short order, Sam and Toby had formed a platform with their backs, on to which Frank and Vicky climbed. From there Frank scaled to the top of the wall, and Sam helped to push Vicky from beneath as Frank pulled from the top. Sam had a very nice view of Vicky’s white silk panties, and she grinned to herself. Then Toby helped her on to his shoulders, from where Vicky dangled her by one arm until she could swing her leg up high enough for Frank to catch it. Frank then pulled her legs up to the top of the wall, where she lay with one arm still hanging down and handcuffed to Toby’s upraised arm. She stretched down with both arms, and she and Toby locked hands. The fact that her top had fallen around her armpits meant that her naked breasts were pressing against the wall, a sight which Toby found rather distracting. At the top of the wall, Frank and Vicky were similarly distracted by the sight of Sam’s denim microshorts disappearing between her buttocks and labia. They exchanged glances, and both of them chuckled. Then they pulled Sam back up, and Toby came with her, which was very uncomfortable for Sam until her boss managed to get his fingers over the top of the wall and climb for himself.
From there it was a case of lowering themselves and then dropping to the ground below. It was very muddy, and soon after that the trail disappeared under water. The other two pairs were already some way ahead, so Toby and Sam waded out as quickly as they could, until it became so deep that it was quicker to swim. Breaststroke worked best, and, once they had managed to synchronize their strokes, they made good progress and were soon climbing out on to muddy ground.
In front of them was a platform made of long wooden poles, about ten inches above the mud and spaced an inch apart. Halfway along the platform were four large wooden boxes, spaced a couple of feet apart, which extended through holes in the platforms down to the mud below. A horizontal wooden bar connected the tops of the boxes. Erin, Serena, Amanda and Thomas (their other team-mates) were discussing strategy atop the platform. Erin’s wet top was now so transparent in the chest area that you could hardly tell that anything was covering her breasts at all. Even Serena’s t-shirt was clinging quite nicely to her curves.
“We think we’ve got this figured out,” said Amanda as Toby and Sam climbed on to the platform. “Each of these boxes has a door in the front, which you can presumably open by pulling this bar up. Unfortunately there’s a latch on each box which holds the bar in place. Only by holding open all four latches at once can you raise the bar. Each latch has a coloured keyhole, which presumably corresponds with the keys we’re wearing on our non-handcuffed wrists.”
“Let’s see,” said Toby. “Yellow, orange, dark green, white … well I’ve got dark green – who has the rest?”
“I’ve got orange,” said Amanda. “Erin’s got white.”
“I’ve got yellow,” said Frank, who had just arrived with Vicky.
“Okay,” said Amanda. “So us four will have to operate the latches and lift the bar. Presumably then the boxes will open.”
She, Frank, Erin and Toby all used their keys to unlatch the bar, then they all lifted in unison. The bar rose three inches, then stopped. “I can see what’s happened,” said Sam, peering down between the poles. “The bottom of each box has opened up. One of us … or should I say two of us … will have to go underneath and retrieve whatever’s in there.”
“Well count me out,” said Serena. “I’m not going to slither around in all that mud.”
“I’ll go,” said Sam. “I don’t care about a bit of mud.”
“Good girl,” said Frank, but Toby objected.
“Half a minute,” he said. “You realize you’re volunteering me, too?”
“I don’t think so,” said Sam. “I can crawl under, and you can stay on the platform – the handcuff chain will fit easily between these poles.”
“Oh!” said Toby, pleased. “Good point Sam.” He tried to pull his key out of the latch so that he could walk with her to the end of the platform, but it was turned ninety degrees and would not come. “Oh!” he said, puzzled.
“I think we’ll have to lower the bar,” said Amanda.
They did so, and sure enough Toby’s key turned easily and came out. He walked with Sam to the end of the platform, and Sam jumped down into the mud and lay down on her front. Then, holding one wrist up to the gap between two of the poles, she began to crawl along through the thick mud, while Toby walked with her slowly back towards the boxes. The mud soon covered her front, and got inside her neckline so that not even her breasts were spared. It also managed to get into the front of her shorts. Moreover, though she did not realize it at first, her zip was being dragged downwards. Soon it was completely undone, and her shorts started to descend.
“Oh heck!” she exclaimed, feigning horror. “My shorts are coming down!”
“Well hurry up and fix them,” said Toby. “I’m sure the other teams must be way ahead of us by now.”
“I’ll fix them later then,” said Sam. “Keep going.”
By the time she reached the base of Toby’s box, her shorts were around her ankles. She kicked them off, deciding that she would retrieve them, and her incontinence panties, by hand on the way back. When the bar had been raised again, she peered inside the box, and said “Oh!”
“What?” asked Amanda.
“There’s a little box in here with a light blue keyhole. I can’t get it out – I think it’s nailed to the floor of the box.”
“Is your key light blue?” asked Toby.
“No, mine is,” said Serena, almost at the same moment that Sam said “No, it’s pink.”
“So which box is the pink keyhole in?” inquired Toby, frowning.
“I don’t know,” said Sam. “I’m guessing it’s one of the adjacent boxes, because I wouldn’t be able to reach the one on the far left if you were operating your latch.”
“Right,” said Serena. “Continuing that argument, it must be the right-hand box, because if it was the one second from the left then someone else would have to reach too far.”
“I see,” said Toby, nodding. “Okay Sam, we’d better try again. Come back to the end of the platform.”
Sam slithered back through the mud, savouring the way it caressed her breasts and pussy, and when she reached the end she pulled the handcuff chain out from between the poles and relocated it to a gap halfway between Toby’s box and the one on the end. Then she crawled back down to the end, where she waited for the others to open the boxes.
“Half a moment,” said Amanda. “We might as well get them all at once. Stupid to keep raising and lowering the bar, and locking and unlocking the latches. Before we raise the bar again, Serena, Thomas and Vicky need to get under there.”
“I don’t like this game,” grumbled Serena, but she stomped off down the platform with Erin, and gingerly lowered herself on to her front so that she could crawl underneath the platform. “Am I to assume that my key will fit the box on the far left?”
“If Sam’s experience is anything to go by, I’d say that’s very probable,” said Erin. “But you’ll be halfway between the two boxes anyway, so you’ll be able to open either one.”
Still grumbling, Serena crawled along beneath the platform, all the way to the boxes, her front getting increasingly plastered with mud as she went. She glanced up at Erin, and then hastily looked away at the sight of Erin’s clitoris peeping out from the side of her thong. What a ridiculous garment for the woman to wear! Had she no shame at all? Why, the thing didn’t cover her pussy at all! And the woman shaved! Completely!
Vicky went next, crawling along behind Serena and getting completely mucky too. Thomas, bringing up the rear, found himself with a nice view of Vicky’s white panties, which were now flecked with brown mud in places. Soon, however, they were all positioned in front of the boxes in which, they hoped, were keyholes that matched their bracelets.
Above them Frank, Erin, Amanda and Toby unlatched the bar and raised it. The muddy women and man below now tried their keys in the keyholes before them, and sure enough all of the colours matched and all keys turned. The little boxes opened, and inside were four bi-coloured keys. Sam’s was pink and dark green, representing both herself and Toby.
“Everyone got their keys?” asked Amanda. Four voices responded with their assent. “Then turn around and let’s get you out of there!”
On her way back, Sam scanned the mud for her denim shorts, but she was no longer on the same track as before, and she could not even see them. They must have been buried, she decided. “Toby!” she said. “I need to find my shorts – once we reach the end, I’ll need to crawl back along my original path to search for them.”
“We don’t have time for that!” said Vicky.
“Like hell we don’t,” snapped Serena. “The woman’s wearing little enough as it is – I’m not having her wandering around with nothing on her bottom half.”
“Right you are,” agreed Toby. “Just hurry up, will you Sam?”
Three minutes later, after much writhing around in the mud, Sam finally emerged for the last time, clutching her denim shorts and panties, and holding a hand over her naked, muddy pussy. She stepped into the shorts, pulled them up, tucked her panties back inside them, and then smiled triumphantly at the others.
“Uh, Sam,” said Toby.
Then she noticed everyone was staring at her chest. Looking down, she realized her crop-top was draped over the top of her breasts. Embarrassed (but not very) she pulled her top down to cover her muddy nipples.
“On to the next challenge!” cried Toby.
This one started with a ladder rising fifteen feet to a platform which stood on the edge of a slow-moving river. Along the far bank of this river ran a fence to prevent the contestants from trying to cheat by swimming across. The only viable way across seemed to be a couple of ropes, running parallel to each other and about six feet apart. They were attached to the top of the near platform and ended at a similar platform on the far side. They looked taut enough to use as tightropes, but none of the contestants was even remotely capable of such a feat.
At the foot of the ladder were four large beach balls – these, they guessed, would have to be transported across the pond. Thomas was the first to make a suggestion.
“What if we hold the balls between our legs, and swing across hand over hand?” he suggested.
“While handcuffed? No chance!” said Toby. “And if we drop a ball in the river, it’ll get carried off downstream.”
“How about if one person stands on one rope, and his or her partner stands on the other, and they both lean in towards the centre using each other as support?” said Erin. “We could shuffle across sideways.”
“And how would we carry the balls?” asked Serena.
“We could balance them between us, on our arms,” said Toby. “Yes, I bet that’s what we’re supposed to do. Good thinking Erin! Come on Sam – let’s try it.”
Sam eagerly hurried to the foot of the ladder, grabbed a ball, and began to climb. Toby followed awkwardly behind, trying not to stare at the thin strip of material that was lodged deep between Sam’s buttocks and also cleaving her pussy. It was very hard to keep his eyes averted, but he managed, for the most part. He also tried not to see up her crop-top at her freely bouncing breasts, and this, too, he very nearly accomplished.
At the top, Sam put her left foot gingerly on the left-hand rope, and put her handcuffed right hand out, palm outward. Toby mirrored her, and their hands clasped each other with interlocked fingers. Then, slowly and carefully, they leaned into each other while Sam brought the ball up and contrived to grasp Toby’s right hand with her left while she nudged the ball up on to their arms, which they held close enough together so that the ball did not drop through.
“So far so good!” said Toby.
They shuffled carefully across the ropes, and Sam began to think that this was actually rather easier than she had feared. As long as they kept their arms steady...
“Oops!” she cried, as her right arm (and Toby’s left) shot to one side, allowing the ball to drop through. Insufficiently supported, the two of them both fell forward, dropping down between the ropes into the river beneath.
“Aww hell!” spluttered Toby as he surfaced. The ball was floating next to him, and he punched it hard from beneath so that it sailed through the air and landed back on the shore. “Come on – we’ll try again.”
But by now, Erin and Serena were making their way across, as Toby realized when he accidentally looked up Erin’s skirt to see her unconcealed pussy. As Toby and Sam crawled out on to the shore, the two women had already passed the point where Toby and Sam had fallen, and were making good progress. Sam noticed that as they approached the middle, the ropes were bending further and further outwards, so that the women were having to lean further over. Their arms wobbled occasionally, and Sam crossed her fingers that they would not fall. Then a cramp hit her, and she grimaced. She knew she would not be able to hold out much longer.
She and Toby retrieved their ball and ascended the ladder again, right behind Frank and Vicky. Once again Toby found himself looking up a woman’s skirt – at least Vicky had the decency to keep her pussy covered properly, he reflected. Thomas and Amanda had already gone up and were just now starting across. By the time Sam and Toby got to the top of the ladder, Erin and Serena were at the mid-point, and looked to be in difficulties. However, as Amanda and Thomas progressed, their weight on the ropes actually served to bring the ropes closer together in the middle, much to the relief of Erin and Serena, who resumed their side-stepping.
“Toby,” murmured Sam, “I need to put my panties on. Would you turn your back for a moment?”
“Certainly!” said Toby, and did so. Sam quickly pulled down her shorts, then unfolded her panties. She was worried that the waistband and leg bands would not stick to her skin while wet, but she wrung them out as much as possible, and when she pulled them on they seemed to stick pretty firmly to her skin. She stepped into her shorts, pulled them up, and said, “Okay Toby – let’s go.” She realized she must look odd, with her panties showing above her shorts and either side of her string gusset, but there was no helping it. If she was to have an accident, she wanted it contained.
By the time she and Toby started on their second attempt, the all-female pair had reached the far side and were whooping and high-fiving each other. Then … splash! The ropes jerked a little as Frank and Vicky took a tumble into the river below. Sam and Toby continued regardless, as did Thomas and Amanda who were now approaching the far side. As she and Toby neared the middle, Sam found herself having to lean further and further forward, and she knew she would be in trouble soon. “Can we pause for a moment?” she asked breathlessly. “Wait until Frank and Vicky get back on the ropes?”
“Sure,” panted Toby.
Amanda and Thomas cheered as they reached the far side. Frank and Vicky began their second attempt, and gradually the ropes came back together a little. “Okay,” said Sam. “Let’s carry on.”
Their own second attempt went well, and soon they found themselves within a few yards of the far platform. “Wait here,” said Toby. “Or Frank and Vicky will have too hard a time in the middle.”
Sam nodded, and the two of them waited for Frank and Vicky to get past the difficult middle section. Just then Sam felt another cramp hit, and she gasped in pain. “Oh no!” she managed, before her anus opened up and a great big poo, almost three inches wide, began to force its way out.
“What’s the matter?” asked Toby.
“I’m … having an accident,” muttered Sam. “Mmmmvvvvmmmmhhh…” she groaned, her face contorting with the effort of birthing the monster poo. The sensation of having this behemoth sliding inexorably through her grossly distended anal sphincter was at once painful and intensely pleasurable.
“Oh terrific!” growled Toby. “Another one? Heavens woman, have you no self-control?”
“Toby,” Sam admonished him, as her poo pushed past the string seam of her shorts and began pushing out the back of her panties in a lopsided bulge, “that’s really not fair of you … grrrnnnnaaahhhh!!! Do you realize I emptied my bowels yesterday … mmmphhh … at lunchtime? And you should have seen the amount I produced! It was … uuuurrrrrnnnnnhhhhh … enormous! And before that it had been less than a day since I last pooped! I’m telling you … mmmmffffff … there’s something wrong with me – I’m generating insane amounts of poo and I don’t know … aaaagggghhhhh … where it’s all coming from!”
“Well have you been to a doctor about it?” asked Toby testily.
“And tell him what? He’ll think I’m … mmmmmhhhh … a freak! I’ve looked on the internet,” she lied, “and there just isn’t any illness that causes something like this. Besides, I feel fine otherwise. Nnnnnnhhh… This is some kind of supernatural thing … mmmff … and I don’t want to be labeled a crackpot or a freak!”
“I can understand that,” said Toby. He sighed heavily. “Look, I’m not unsympathetic, Sam, but don’t you get any warning of your accidents? I mean, couldn’t you have gone to the toilet before this game started?”
“I tried,” said Sam awkwardly, “but it wouldn’t come.” Her panties to the left of her denim string were now bulging with an uneven lump the size of a cantaloupe, while to the right of the string there was no poo at all. Now, however, this changed, as the pressure pushing back from the bulging side became enough to force new poo to go the other side of the string. Sam smiled … a smile of effort rather than humour … and started filling the right-hand side of her panties.
Frank and Vicky had almost caught up with them. Vicky, who was on the same side as Sam, gasped when she saw what was happening in Sam’s panties. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed.
“Sorry!” wheezed Sam. “Mmmmffff … we might as well continue, Toby. It’s going to be coming out for a while I think, and my arms are really starting to ache.”
While her panties continued to fill, they shuffled along the final distance to the platform. Everyone was staring at Sam’s bulging panties as they stepped on to solid ground. They were bulging either side of the string back of the denim shorts as if they were two buttocks – extensions of her own. Except that now the right-hand bulge was larger and sagging lower than the left-hand one. And the pressure in the back of her panties had forced a large quantity to the front, which was now bulging over the top of her zipper, which was descending under the stress. The once-white material had turned brown by now, especially near the base of the bulge.
“My God woman, you’re a freak!” exclaimed Serena. “That’s just impossible!”
“Hey!” said Toby sharply. “It’s quite obvious that she can’t help this, so there’s no need to be nasty. And no need for language of that sort. I suggest we just ignore the problem and let Sam deal with it herself. In the meantime, perhaps you could tell us what we do next here.”
“It seems we have to score some baskets,” said Thomas, after a moment’s hesitation and another glance at Sam’s panties. He indicated a row of four large hoops with buckets beneath. Two of them were already filled.
“What happens then?” inquired Toby.
“A box drops out,” said Thomas, holding up a box. “I believe this is yours actually.” He pointed to the keyhole, which was circled with dark green and pink.
“Awesome!” said Sam, as Toby took the dark green and pink key from his pocket and fitted it into the lock. The key turned, and he opened the box. Inside was another key, which looked to be the right size for his handcuffs. Unfortunately it was coloured white and light blue.
“Those are our colours!” said Erin, and Serena nodded.
Toby handed the key to Erin, who unlocked the cuff around her wrist. It opened, and she cheered. Serena took the key and freed her own wrist.
“Want to try for a basket?” said Thomas.
Toby raised an eyebrow at Sam. “Want me to? Or would you like to try?”
“Go ahead,” said Sam. “I have … mmmffff … something else on my mind right now.”
Toby nodded, and tossed the ball towards the hoop. It bounced on the rim and fell to the ground below. “I’ll fetch it!” said Erin, and she hurried down the ladder. Picking up the ball, she threw it straight upwards, and Toby caught it. His second shot was good, and another box dropped on to the ground. Erin picked it up, and then waited while Vicky and Frank brought their ball the last few feet to the platform. Vicky threw it, and scored first time. The final box dropped, and Erin hurried up the ladder with both of them. Soon everyone was uncuffed and descending to the trail once again. Sam was the last to come down, and despite Toby’s pointed coughs they all found themselves staring in fascination at Sam’s giant panty bulges. Only Erin grinned like a Cheshire cat while she stared.
“If you don’t mind,” said Sam when she reached the bottom, “I’m going to take my shorts off. I’m worried that my panties might burst if I don’t.”
“Those are some pretty impressive panties!” remarked Vicky. “How on Earth are they managing to hold all that … poo?”
“They’re incontinence panties,” said Erin. “The waistband and leg bands are sticky like a gecko’s feet, so that they seal themselves tight and don’t allow anything to escape.”
“They weren’t designed to hold this much, though,” said Sam, as she dropped her microshorts and stepped out of them. “I hope I stop soon!”
“You’re still going?” asked Serena, aghast, as she stared with horror and disgust at the twin bulges which were now settling and merging together to form one enormous, watermelon-sized ball.
“Yup,” Sam confessed, blushing crimson. “Wait though … I think it’s stopping. Hang on… Mmmmffffff!!!” She pushed hard, and felt another foot or so of poo slide slowly out of her anus into the densely-packed mass in her panties. The bulge was now hanging halfway down the back of her legs, and still her waistband was exactly where it started out. “Yes,” she said at last. “That’s it.”
“Wow, that’s the biggest yet!” said Erin. “Very impressive, Sam!”
Sam shot her a look of amusement tempered by reproof, and then she said, “Well, are we going on or what?”
“Aren’t you going to empty your panties behind a tree or something?” demanded Serena.
“That’s a terrible thing to do to the great outdoors,” replied Sam. “I’ll empty them out back at the toilet shack.”
“Well you’re not going to be able to move very fast like that,” said Amanda sternly. “We’ll have no chance of finishing first if you’ve got all that lot swinging between your legs!”
“And if we stand here arguing about it,” said Erin, “we’ll have no chance of finishing at all. For all we know that might have been the last obstacle – let’s move!”
Sam waddled, rather bow-legged, along with the others as fast as she could, her obscenely distended panties bumping against the backs of her legs as she went, and she panted with pleasure as the enormous mass of poo slid back and forth over her pussy. As they rounded a corner and came to the start of a bridge which led back across the river, the constant clitoral stimulation had brought her to an orgasm, and she had to stifle her moans of ecstasy. None of the others noticed, except Erin, who winked at her, and Vicky, who looked scandalized.
“Erin,” Sam said, “I’m worried these panties might burst open under the weight – could you possibly help to hold them up while I walk?”
Erin nodded, put her hands underneath the squishy brown mass, and lifted slightly to support its weight. As she did so, her fingers sank into actual poo, and she gasped. “Sam,” she whispered. “It’s coming through! The pressure must be forcing your poo right through the material of your panties!”
“Oh heck,” Sam murmured. “I hope we’re near the end.”
Fortunately, they were. Once across the bridge, they continued along the trail until it led them back to the camp, where Dirk was waiting for them. “Congratulations!” he exclaimed. “You’re the first ones back. But … whatever’s happened to you?” He addressed this last question to Sam.
“Long story,” said Sam. “You really don’t want to know.”
“Okay,” said Dirk with a slightly perturbed expression. “Well, let’s wait for the others to finish, and then we’ll take another break.”
While they waited for the other teams to complete the challenge, Sam took Erin by the hand and led her to the toilet shack. Inside, the two women fell into each other’s arms and kissed passionately. Then Erin pulled back and grinned. She peered down into the toilet. “You really lowered yourself down into there to retrieve your panties? You’re brave!”
Sam chuckled. “Yup, it’s pretty gross down there.” She went and sat down on the toilet, then, with a sigh of regret, wrenched a leg band free of her skin. “Ouch!” she said.
With Erin helping, Sam squeezed all the poo out of the back and front of her panties, pushing it towards the leg and letting it all drop down to splatter on top of the growing heap of excrement below. Then she wiped down the outside of the material, scraping off what had got through. Soon enough, there was nothing left in her panties but a few chunks and smears, totaling a couple of large poos if she could be bothered to gather them together. The panties themselves were unwearable – soaked through with poo, they were completely brown and soggy.
“We’ll have to find somewhere to wash these – and you,” said Erin. “Perhaps we can sneak back to the river?”
“Good idea,” said Sam. “There’s a puddle outside here but I don’t think it’s up to the job, nor do I especially want to clean myself up in such a public place.” Then she paused, and the two women looked at each other. “Who am I kidding?” Sam exclaimed. “That would be the perfect place!”
Erin giggled. They left the toilet shack and Sam peeled off her panties beside the puddle where she had washed them earlier. Now she actually sat in the water, rinsing poo from her buttocks, pussy, hips and upper thighs. While she was doing this, another team arrived back, and as they passed they stared at her in astonishment, though some hastily looked away once they realized she was naked from the waist down.
The water in the puddle was becoming very brown by the time she finished washing herself. She stood up, turned around, dropped to her hands and knees, and started rinsing out her panties in the same water just as a third team arrived back and found themselves staring at her naked buttocks and exposed vagina.
At this point Dirk came over. “Do you think you could do that somewhere else?” he said in an anxious voice. “You’re making quite a scene.”
“Don’t worry,” said Sam cheerfully, “I’m done now.” She wrung out her panties, then she pulled on her microshorts, sighing as they nestled between her labia.
“Okay then,” he said doubtfully. “I must say, you two are not really dressed for this occasion. Are you making some kind of statement?”
“Only that we’re lustful young vixens in heat,” said Erin.
Dirk blushed to the roots of his hair and retreated hastily.
Sam chuckled. “Lustful young vixens in heat?”
Erin grinned. “It was the best I could do on the spur of the moment,” she said.
The rest of the day was great fun for Sam and Erin. The challenges often involved getting wet, and invariably involved the flashing of body parts to their team-mates, some of whom were disgusted, others aroused, and others simply embarrassed by the women’s behaviour. Only Vicky actually entered into the spirit of their mischief, emerging from the toilet after lunch with another inch chopped off the bottom of her skirt. On the journey home, she sat at the back with Erin and Sam, and watched with interest as the lovers discreetly kissed and fondled each other.
“Would you like to come out to dinner with us?” Sam asked Vicky suddenly.
Vicky’s eyes widened in surprise. Even Erin raised an eyebrow, but she said nothing. “I don’t know,” said Vicky cautiously. “What should I expect from the occasion?”
“Some good sexy fun,” said Sam, and Erin chuckled.
“Won’t I be cramping your style?” asked Vicky. “I don’t want to be a third wheel.”
“You won’t be,” said Erin. “We’ve both enjoyed seeing your panties today – you’re a very sexy woman.”
Vicky blushed crimson. “Yes, well, if you’re hoping I’ll wear as little as you, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. I thought I was a provocative dresser, but you two…” Words failed her.
“Don’t worry about that,” said Sam. “This isn’t a competition. Erin and I will be dressing to kill, but you can wear whatever you feel comfortable with. Heck, you can wear a big baggy sweater and ski pants if you like. We’ll just be glad of your company.”
Vicky laughed. “Okay then,” she said. “I’d be glad to go to dinner with you. My boyfriend is out of town until the weekend, so it will be nice to have some company tonight.”
“Awesome!” said Sam, pleased. “We’ll pick you up at … six thirty?”
“Okay,” said Vicky. She gave them her address, which Sam memorized since none of them had any means of writing it down.
Back at Erin’s apartment, the two women entered Erin’s bedroom and stopped short at the sight of the pink-flesh crack in the wall, which was now almost a foot wide and oozing brown slime from a number of dark holes. The pink flesh quivered and pulsated, and occasionally the tip of a worm-like creature would appear and disappear.
“We need to do something about that,” remarked Sam to Erin. “Like, see a priest or something.”
“I’m not Catholic,” said Erin. “But my parents go to an Anglican church – we could go and see their minister if you like.”
“Is he likely to be any good at closing a gateway to Hell?” inquired Sam skeptically.
Erin shrugged. “You never know. But it’s a ‘she’, not a ‘he’.”
“Fair enough,” said Sam. “When should we go and see her? I don’t think we should leave it much longer.”
Sam looked at Erin’s abdomen. “It may have escaped your notice, my love,” she said, “but you’re now at least seven months along, judging by your belly. By tomorrow morning, you’ll be ready to give birth – somehow I think you’ll be needing the day off.”
“Oh – I hadn’t thought of that,” said Erin. She looked momentarily frightened. “Will you stay home with me?” she asked. “I don’t want to be alone when it … whatever it is … comes out.”
“Of course I’ll stay with you,” Sam reassured her. “I won’t let you go through anything on your own. Now, let’s get dressed into something appropriate for an evening out.”
“How are your bowels doing?” asked Erin.
“Not so good,” admitted Sam. “I’m feeling very full again. Maybe I should wear some incontinence panties.”
“May I suggest one of the plastic pairs?” said Erin. “The white ones leak a bit.”
“Good point,” said Sam. She stripped off her clothes and put on a pair of the plastic incontinence panties. It really was like wearing Saran wrap – the transparent plastic film clung snugly to her curves and felt … interesting. Admiring herself in the mirror, she liked the way it looked like she was still naked, except where the light caught the shiny film.
Over the panties she wore her new white skirt from Mr. Howell’s store. It was fantastically short – two inches shy of covering her buttocks, and it did not quite cover her pussy at the front either. When she saw the effect in the mirror, her vagina immediately started to lubricate as she imagined walking through a restaurant like this.
On her top half she wore a halter top Erin had bought from Mr. Howell – it was not very see-through but it was extremely skimpy, showing off practically all of the sides of her breasts and a great expanse of cleavage. She had not yet seen Erin wearing it, but she suspected the top would look even more striking on her friend.
Erin, for her part, wore a dress that was loose enough to accommodate her pregnant belly, and long enough to cover her buttocks at the back with a few inches to spare. This was not from Mr. Howell’s store – it was a little summer dress from Erin’s teenage years. She fetched a pair of scissors and asked Sam to chop four inches off the hem, which Sam duly did. This meant that now Erin’s buttocks were just peeping out from under the dress at the back, while at the front, on account of the dress having to stretch over her belly, her pussy was almost fully uncovered. Because of this, she wore one of Sam’s larger thongs – it partly covered her pussy lips, but slipped between them long before it reached her vagina. The dress had buttons all the way down the front, and was quite low-cut – Erin undid the top three so that the front clasp of her bra was exposed, as were a good proportion of her breasts.
Thus attired, they left the apartment and drove over to Vicky’s house, which was on the edge of the city. Vicky appeared at the door in a shiny blue microskirt, high heels, and a bra top, and Sam and Erin applauded spontaneously at the sight, which made Vicky blush. They exchanged compliments on each other’s outfits, and then drove to the restaurant.
It was a dimly-lit little French venue, with nicely secluded booths and candles on the tables. The waiter who met them at the door stared in shock at their outfits for a few seconds before glancing furtively behind him and then hurrying them to an empty booth at the back of the restaurant. As Sam sat down next to Erin, her tiny skirt failed to hide her pussy, which was clearly visible through her transparent film panties. The waiter’s eyes were glued to her crotch as he asked if they wanted drinks.
Later, as they were eating their starters, Vicky asked, “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on with you two?”
Sam and Erin glanced at each other. “We’re not really sure,” said Sam candidly. “Every time I try to think hard about it – to analyse it – my brain won’t seem to focus properly. All I know is that I feel terribly excited about the idea of dressing in skimpy clothes – and the skimpier, the better. I know I never used to like showing off my body, but that’s changed – and for the better, I think. I’ve never felt so alive as I have these past few days.”
“Me too,” said Erin. “When Sam pooped her panties in the office the other day, I was shocked and horrified at first, but then I got to thinking how incredibly erotic it was. It was like Sam cast a spell over me – all I wanted to do was to be like her, and be with her. And I’ve never been so happy!”
“Hmm.” Vicky did not seem satisfied. “What about the pooping? And your pregnancy?”
Sam took a deep breath. “There’s something strange going on in my apartment … well, in Erin’s too, now. It’s hard to explain, and kind of impossible, and therefore hard to believe unless you experience it for yourself. But it’s definitely something supernatural, and it’s having some strange effects on us. I seem to be generating poo at an increasing rate, and for some reason I’m able to store huge amounts at a time. Like now – I’m feeling extremely full, and desperate to go … but while that would mean just a couple of pretty large turds a week ago, now it means I would fill any toilet to the brim!”
“It’s something to do with our dreams,” said Erin. “Sam had been having them for a few nights before I went to stay with her – now I’m having them too. They’re horrible nightmares about being dragged into Hell and raped by demons. Truly awful experiences which make us wake up screaming.”
“That sounds terrible!” said Vicky, alarmed.
”It is,” agreed Sam. “But in the cold light of day they’re easy to put out of our minds. However, a couple of nights ago we dreamed that Erin was impregnated with … something. Now her belly’s growing – it surely can’t be a coincidence.”
“Have you been to hospital?” asked Vicky. “Seen an obstetrician? Or even your family doctor?”
“And say what?” inquired Erin. “That I’m carrying demon spawn? If that turned out to be wrong, they’d think I was crazy. If I was right, they’d never let me leave. Think of the impact on society this would have.”
“So what are you going to do?”
Sam shrugged. “We’re planning to visit Erin’s minister soon – hopefully she’ll have some idea of what to do. Perform an exorcism or something.”
Vicky shook her head in disbelief. “This is so weird,” she said. “And yet the two of you seem to have so much fun, being so sexy and getting away with the most extraordinary acts of exhibitionism – I have to say it’s infectious.” She chuckled.
Erin grinned. “We’ll have to take you to Mr. Howell’s Clothing Emporium – get you some nice new outfits.”
At that moment their main courses arrived. The waiter took his time about collecting their empty dishes, and his shaking hands nearly dropped everything when Erin undid another button and exposed even more of her bra. Not to be outdone, Sam tugged the front of her halter top down so that her nipples nearly popped into view. Across the table, even Vicky joined in, drawing her legs up on to the seat and sitting cross-legged so that her white panties were on display. She grinned at the other two. When the waiter left, she said, “This is fun!”
As she ate her chicken, Sam felt an enormous pressure build up against her anus. “Oh dear,” she said. “I’m about to have an accident.”
“The toilet’s right there,” said Vicky, indicating a doorway six feet away. “Why don’t you actually use it?”
Sam felt a strange reluctance, but she nodded. Standing up, she began to walk to the toilet, only to be hit by a cramp that made her sink to her knees. “It’s no good!” she gasped as she dragged herself up on to the nearest seat, which happened to be next to Vicky. Her anus opened up and a huge poo started sliding out into her plastic incontinence panties. It felt wonderful, and she pushed hard to encourage its exit.
“So you’re just going to fill your panties – if that’s what those are – right here in the booth?”
Sam nodded. “Sorry,” she said. “I know it’s disgusting.” She turned to face Vicky so as to hide the growing bulge behind her. Her skirt had ridden most of the way up her buttocks already, and as her panties filled out at the back, it was pushed still higher until it was no more than a belt. Sam spread her legs, lifting one up on to the seat, and leaned forward slightly as she concentrated on emptying her bowels.
Partly revolted and partly curious, Vicky seemed unable to drag her eyes away from Sam’s shaved pussy, clearly visible between her legs. Her labia looked puffy and damp, and her clitoral hood peeped excitingly from between them. Then, as she watched in fascinated disgust, those lips were parted slightly as a brown object appeared beneath them, creeping forward and pushing along the groove between Sam’s labia. It grew slowly in width and depth, and spread out gradually, oozing forwards and upwards, creeping over and obscuring Sam’s clitoral hood, and then covering more and more of her pussy until it had reached the waistband. From there it spread sideways, and outwards, forming a bulge that grew larger by the second.
Still Vicky watched, with one hand over her mouth, her unblinking eyes fixed on the mound of poo nestling between Sam’s legs. When it had reached the size of a grapefruit, the poo had spread sideways all the way around her hips to meet the poo creeping around from the back. Vicky could still not see what was going on behind Sam’s bottom, but she imagined there was even more poo back there.
Then Vicky gasped as she felt something touch her pussy. She looked down and saw a hand stroking her panties between her legs. It was only then that she realized Erin had disappeared beneath the table. She hastily pushed Erin’s hand away, then ducked down until she could see Erin’s grinning face. “I’m not a lesbian, Erin,” she said.
“Really?” asked Erin, looking disappointed. She pulled herself back up on to her seat. “Not even a little? From the way you’ve been staring at Sam’s pussy, I was sure you were at least bi-curious. Like us.”
Vicky shook her head. “No, I’m just … well, I guess I’m a little curious, and I do think you’re both very sexy. But I’m not interested in having sex with you two, if that’s what you were thinking. Is that why you invited me to dinner?”
“No,” said Sam, rather indistinctly. “We invited you to dinner because … mmmphhh … we thought you’d be sexy, fun company. And … mmmm … you have been, and are.”
“I’m sorry if I offended you,” said Erin regretfully. “I guess that was a bit of an unpleasant shock for you.”
“That’s okay,” said Vicky, turning her gaze back to Sam’s panties. “I didn’t mind, really – I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me.” It now looked as if Sam had a big brown tire around her hips, though it was a tire that was grossly distended at the front and back. From the way Sam was undulating her hips, grinding her crotch into the seat, it looked like she was finding the experience pleasurable. Then Vicky noticed that Sam’s eyes were closed, her breath was coming in gasps, and then… “Sam!” squeaked Vicky, as the woman suddenly shuddered and moaned.
Sam’s eyes snapped open and she blushed. “I’m sorry,” she muttered. “It just … felt so nice…”
“I guess!” said Vicky. “So have you stopped … going?”
Sam shook her head. “Nope, it’s still coming out.” She took up her fork and resumed eating. “Vicky, I have to heartily recommend pooping in your panties – there’s no greater sensation.”
“No thanks,” said Vicky with a shudder. “No matter which way you cut it, poo is still gross, and I don’t want it anywhere near my … pussy, thank you very much.”
“Suit yourself,” said Erin. “But you don’t know what you’re missing.”
When the waiter came back, he stopped short at the sight of Sam apparently sitting in a huge pile of poo. He gasped and said, “You must leave! This is a restaurant! You cannot poop yourself here!”
“It’s okay,” said Erin. “Those are incontinence panties, and they’re entirely leak-proof – your upholstery is perfectly safe and, as you can see, there is no smell.”
The waiter sniffed the air, then shook his head. “That is not the point,” he said. “What if someone sees? There will be complaints, and we will be shut down!”
“Is there a back way we could leave by?” asked Sam. “Once we’ve paid our bill?”
“Through the kitchen,” said the waiter. “But I cannot let you go through there with all … that …” He trailed off, lost for words, as he stared at the huge bulging mass of poo.
“Then we’ll just have to hurry out the front,” said Sam, “and hope nobody makes a fuss. At any rate, could you bring us the check?”
“Oui madame,” he said. “But why cannot you use the toilet?”
“Can you imagine the mess if I tried to empty all this down the toilet?” asked Sam. “You’d have a major overflow situation on your hands.”
He shuddered, and nodded. “I see, yes,” he said. “I will bring you your check, and then you must leave with all speed.”
Two minutes later, having paid the bill and left a generous tip, they got to their feet. Sam squished her bulging panties from all sides, shifting the poo downwards until it was almost all between her legs and beneath her bottom, and then she pulled her skirt down, for all the good that did. Then she waddled towards the front of the restaurant as fast as she dared, while Erin walked behind her, bending over and cradling the enormous lump of poo, which was much bigger than the average watermelon and hung down almost to the backs of Sam’s knees. Vicky, unaware that her skirt had ridden up to expose the lower curves of her buttocks, walked behind Erin, trying not to look at Erin’s buttocks, which were almost entirely exposed beneath the hem of Erin’s dress.
It was quite a procession, and the other customers in the restaurant stopped eating to stare at the women as they passed, too shocked and stunned to say anything. Outside, they got into Erin’s car and drove back to Vicky’s house.
“Would you like to come in for coffee?” asked Vicky.
“We’d love to,” said Erin, and Sam nodded.
They got out of the car and walked up to Vicky’s front door. “You can use my bathroom to get rid of … all that stuff,” said Vicky. “If you like.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” said Sam. “It would take hours to try to flush this lot down, and I don’t want to risk overflowing your toilet. Also, it would stink the place up terribly.”
“Actually your poo doesn’t have a strong smell,” said Erin. “But I see your point,” she added hastily as Sam raised an eyebrow. “You’d better hang on to it for the time being.”
“Suit yourself,” said Vicky, “as long as you don’t get any on the furniture.”
“These panties seem to be holding everything just fine,” said Sam, “but perhaps I could sit on a towel, just in case?”
Inside, Vicky spread a towel on the sofa, and then went to make coffee. When she returned, she was shocked to find Erin and Sam locked at the lips, and Sam’s hand stroking away inside Erin’s panties. Struggling to maintain her composure, she set her tray down on the coffee table. She cleared her throat. “There you go,” she said.
Sam and Erin quickly pulled apart and had the grace to look embarrassed as they thanked her and picked up their coffee cups. “Sorry,” said Sam.
“It’s okay,” said Vicky, “but would the two of you like to be left alone?”
“No!” said Erin. “That was most inconsiderate of us, but we do like to be watched. We shouldn’t force our sexuality down your throat, however.”
“Perhaps you should sit between us,” suggested Sam, “so Erin and I don’t distract each other.”
Vicky nodded, and sat down between Sam and Erin. “You know,” she said, “if the two of you want me to watch while you make love – you know, if you’d get off on that – I wouldn’t mind.”
“That’s very sweet of you,” said Erin with a smile, and she put her hand on Vicky’s thigh.
“Yes it is,” agreed Sam, putting a hand on Vicky’s other thigh.
“Would you consider being naked while you watch us?” asked Erin, stroking up and down Vicky’s thigh, and steadily moving her hand up towards Vicky’s panties.
“I might,” said Vicky. “But, um, I told you I’m not a lesbian.”
“We know,” said Sam, reaching up to stroke Vicky’s breast through her bra top.
“We wouldn’t ask you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with,” said Erin, as she began to rub Vicky’s clitoris through her panties.
“But, would you mind if we got off on seeing you naked?” asked Sam, slipping her hand inside Vicky’s bra top and cupping her breast.
“I guess I could handle that,” muttered Vicky, “but I’d really rather not join in.”
“You won’t have to do anything,” said Erin, as she pulled Vicky’s panties to one side and slid a finger into Vicky’s vagina. “We won’t ask you to kiss us or anything.”
Vicky twitched nervously, but she closed her eyes. “I guess I could handle just a little kiss,” she said.
“Oh good,” said Sam, and she planted her lips on Vicky’s, slipping her tongue into Vicky’s mouth. To her credit, Vicky responded, though half-heartedly, her tongue twirling around Sam’s while Erin pulled Vicky’s panties down and began to lick her clitoris.
Two minutes later, Vicky was completely naked and lying on her back on the sofa while Erin licked her closer and closer to an orgasm. Sam was meanwhile caressing Vicky’s breasts, while her mouth alternated between Vicky’s nipples, neck, ears and mouth. Soon Vicky was shuddering in her climax, and Erin slid her tongue deep into Vicky’s cunt to taste her juices.
“I’m still … not a lesbian,” said Vicky breathlessly.
“I know,” said Sam, stroking her hair. “But you’re a real sport – thank you for letting us make love to you.”
“Don’t mention it,” gasped Vicky. “It did feel … very nice.” She smiled a little as Erin continued to lick around inside her vagina. “Still does, actually.”
“Would you mind staying naked until we leave?” asked Sam. “You’ve got a lovely body and I for one want to see it a while longer.
Vicky’s body was indeed lovely. Her breasts were smaller than either Sam’s or Erin’s, and she was very slim and had a tiny waist and gorgeous legs. Her face was not as pretty as Erin’s, but she did have lovely blue eyes, and her hair, cropped into an attractive bob, was a pleasantly reddish shade of brown. “Well,” she said hesitantly, “I was about to invite you to stay the night.”
Sam shook her head. “If we stay the night, you’ll probably start being afflicted with these awful nightmares we’ve been having. And then all sorts of unpleasant things will happen. Trust me – you don’t want us to spend a night with us.”
“Oh,” said Vicky, sounding a little disappointed. “Well, in that case I guess I don’t mind staying naked until you leave … but perhaps one of you, or both, could get naked too so I don’t feel so shy?”
Sam smiled. “Only if you let me lick you out like Erin’s doing.”
Vicky bit her lip. “I suppose that would be okay,” she said. “But … please … don’t tell anyone at work. And don’t try to touch me at work either … I don’t want people there thinking I’m a lesbian. Because I’m not.”
“It’s a deal,” said Sam. She took off her blouse, kicked off her shoes, and then struggled out of her skirt. “I’d better keep these panties on, though,” she said.
“Oh yes!” agreed Vicky hastily.
Erin now sat up and pulled her dress up over her head. Then she took off her bra and thong. “There,” she said. “Naked enough for you?”
Vicky smiled and nodded. “Thank you for … that,” she said. “It felt very nice.”
Erin grinned. “It was my pleasure!”
At about eleven o’clock, after Sam had licked Vicky to another climax while Erin French-kissed her and caressed her breasts, Sam and Erin got dressed while Vicky remained naked. At the door, Sam pulled Vicky into an embrace, and kissed her full on the lips. For a moment Vicky’s mouth remained closed, but then she parted her lips and Sam slid her tongue inside the other woman’s mouth. As their tongues entwined, Sam reached down and gently stroked Vicky’s clitoris. Then she drew away, and it was Erin’s turn. This time Vicky opened her mouth without hesitation, French-kissing Erin while the younger woman caressed her naked pussy and even slipped a finger into her wet vagina.
“Thank you for a lovely evening, Vicky,” said Erin, drawing back and smiling warmly at their naked hostess. She withdrew her finger from Vicky’s cunt, then drew it up to her lips and slowly licked off the other woman’s juices.
Vicky blushed and lowered her eyes. “No – thank you,” she said. “I’ve … enjoyed your attentions. I’m still not a lesbian though.”
“We realize that,” said Sam. “But perhaps we could do this again sometime?”
“Perhaps,” said Vicky, with a slightly embarrassed smile.
Erin and Sam left, and drove back to Erin’s apartment. Inside, they undressed and then climbed into bed, their bodies sinking into the roach-infested piles of congealing shit and vomit. Erin, with an effort, peeled Sam’s panties off, then emptied them thoroughly and tossed them out of the bed. The two women’s bodies entwined together, and they rubbed Sam’s fresh poo all over each other’s buttocks and pussies. The roaches crawled all over them, and frequently into their vaginas, although those that found their way into Erin’s womb did not come out again.
That night they dreamed that an army of demons emerged from the crack in the wall. After raping them both, vaginally, orally and anally, for what seemed like days, the demons left – not through the crack but out of the front door. Then Erin’s belly exploded, and out of her gaping womb crawled an evil, twisted, black demon with hundreds of tentacles, which it used to rape Sam.