The club was packed. Judy and her friends made their way into the crowd and
began dancing to the techno beat which throbbed the air. This was Judy's fifth
visit to the club, and she was determined this time to be one of those favoured
few who were picked to dance on the raised platforms. Each time previously she
had dressed to impress, and danced as sexily as she could, but had always been
overlooked in favour of girls in shorter skirts. This time, however, Judy was
wearing her shortest miniskirt, a little black number that only covered her
buttocks by two inches. She desperately hoped that she would get the chance to
dance and gyrate up on one of those platforms.
She made her way across the floor, dancing and twirling with apparent unconcern
while she carefully scanned the crowd for the spotters whose job it was to
invite young women to dance on the platforms. As she came to the nearest
platform, she noticed a man with a portable television camera, and she redoubled
her efforts to look sexy and fun. It was in vain, however, for the cameraman,
after a cursory sweep of the floor area, concentrated instead on filming up the
skirt of the blonde girl on the platform. Noticing this, the blonde quickly
closed her legs and turned to one side, preventing the camera from getting a
good look at her panties.
Judy seethed with annoyance. That blonde girl did not deserve to be up there! If
she herself were selected, Judy vowed, she would put on a real show for the
camera - she was wearing a nice clean pair of white panties and had absolutely
no problem with showing them off. Now if only she could attract the attention of
one of the spotters ... wherever they were.
Then she saw one. It was a muscular young man with a goatee who was standing
with his arms folded at the base of the platform, his eyes roaming over the
crowd. Judy danced her way towards him, hoping he would notice her. Just as she
got to within a few feet of him, however, he was pulled to one side by another
man - a colleague perhaps - and after a moment's shouted conversation the two of
them left. Judy, deflated, carried on dancing half-heartedly, but her enthusiasm
waned even further when the television cameraman also left the area.
Never mind, Judy told herself, the night is young - they'll be back. So she
continued dancing, and kept an eye out for the return of the man with the
goatee. It occurred to her to wonder where her friends were, but she was not too
concerned - they had not planned to stick together and they had known of her
intentions to grab the limelight.
After an hour, she was beginning to feel the effects of the huge curry she had
eaten on the way to the club. She had been constipated for the last four days,
and earlier today had tried desperately to get rid of the huge blockage in her
lower intestine, without success. The curry, however, seemed to have done the
trick, for Judy began to feel an urgent pressure building up as her enormous
turd finally decided to come out. This pressure quickly became a stabbing pain
that made her gasp. Her dance moves faltering, she staggered to the platform and
leaned against it, clamping her buttocks together in an effort to prevent the
turd's emergence.
After a bit of puffing and blowing, which she hoped was not obvious to the
people around her, Judy managed to force her mammoth turd back a little. She
straightened up, then began to make her way towards the ladies' room. She hoped
the man with the goatee did not come back in the meantime.
But she had gone no more than a few steps when she spotted him. He was coming
back towards the platform, and frowning as he looked up at the girl on the
platform. Hastily Judy returned to her former position and began to dance again.
But after only a few seconds, the pressure returned, and this time it was
irresistible. Gasping, Judy leaned against the platform again and clenched her
buttocks, but she was fighting a losing battle. Gradually, her anus was forced
open from within, and a huge, bulbous-headed log began to push its way through.
Beads of sweat sprang to Judy's brow as she struggled to contain the behemoth.
But still her anus widened … one inch in diameter … one-and-a-half inches
… two inches … and her poo continued to emerge despite her best efforts.
Finally, when her sphincter had expanded to a diameter of two-and-a-half inches,
there was room enough for the monster to pass through, and out it came, slowly
but steadily.
It soon touched the fabric of Judy's panties, and immediately it began to push
the material outward, away from her buttocks. Still she struggled to stop the
huge turd from coming out any further, but it was no good. She felt her anus
contract slightly as the wide lump at the head of the poo finished exiting her
rectum, and with a heavy heart she realised there was no way of turning back
now. About four inches of thick, firm turd were residing in her panties now,
lodged between her buttocks. Her panties were bulging out from her bottom, and
threatening to become visible beneath the hem of her miniskirt.
And still it came. The pole of compacted excrement was smoothly sliding through
Judy's anus without showing any signs of slowing down. It was now only about two
inches in diameter, but soon another large lump reached the end of Judy's
rectum, and here it ground to a temporary halt.
Judy was by this point rather worried. Her dumps generally did not smell too
bad, so she figured she would probably get away with her accident on that score,
but she was acutely aware that her panties must by now be bulging below her
skirt and therefore visible to anyone behind her. With an air of apparent
nonchalance, she turned around, and with her back to the platform she carefully
reached back and felt for the bulge.
It was pretty big, and, as she had feared, it was hanging lower than the hem of
her skirt. She cupped the bulge in her hand and pushed it back up towards her
bottom. It spread out as it flattened, and she felt its warm caress oozing over
her buttocks.
Her anus had been gradually widening again while she was doing this, and now the
second large lump began to make its way out into her panties. By now Judy was
resigned to her fate, and keen to be rid of the monster, so she started bearing
down in order to facilitate its expulsion. This lump was, as it turned out,
shorter than the first, and it popped free so suddenly that Judy's anal
sphincter instinctively squeezed shut.
She felt her bulge again - it had grown considerably and was once again hanging
below the level of her skirt. She pressed it upwards once more, flattening the
elongated bulge into something rounder, and smoothing out its irregularities.
Soon she had shaped the underside of her poo into a nicely rounded bulge, about
the size of a grapefruit. It was still sagging below the hem of her skirt, but
not by much. It would have to do. For now, she must get to the toilet as soon as
possible - her bowels were far from empty and she knew she would be in
considerable discomfort until she managed to evacuate them completely.
But as she moved away from the base of the platform she noticed the man with the
goatee turning his gaze in her direction, and instinctively she began to dance,
performing for his benefit. His eyes caught hers and she flashed him a winning
smile. He grinned in response and started walking over to her.
Continuing to dance, the large wad of poo in her panties slapping against her
buttocks with each beat of the music, Judy realised that this was probably not
the best time to catch a spotter's eye, but she could not help feeling thrilled
when he stopped next to her and yelled in her ear, "Fancy dancing up
there?"
Without thinking, Judy nodded vigorously, and hurried to the steps leading up on
to the top of the platform. The other girl was no longer there - she had
apparently been asked to step down. Judy took her place at the front of the
platform and began performing her best moves. Trying to ignore the flopping ball
of poo in her panties, Judy went all-out to outshine the previous girl,
spreading her feet wide apart and gyrating her hips as she allowed the people
below to see right up her skirt.
It was fairly dark in the club, the only illumination coming from the manifold
flashing light displays which were designed for prettifying the darkness rather
than allowing people to see clearly. If the room had been brightly lit, Judy's
condition would no doubt have been noticed straight away and she would have been
quickly removed from the platform. But as it was, the bouncing white bulge
merely attracted a lot of puzzled looks as those directly below Judy attempted
to peer more closely at what was going on at the back of her panties.
A group of men slightly further away, with a less clear view up Judy's
skirt, were cheering her on and whistling. Judy grinned at them and began
performing for them, doing extravagant leg movements so that her skirt would
ride up to reveal her white panties. Then a cramp hit her and she almost lost
her balance.
Restricting herself to less complex moves for the time being, Judy decided to
let a bit more poo into her panties. A little more would not make much
difference to her appearance, she judged, and it would ease her discomfort
considerably. So, while still dancing as sexily as she could, she relaxed her
anus and pushed.
Another turd began to emerge, but it soon halted as a third lump reached the
sphincter muscle. Judy pushed harder, while doing little but swaying on the spot
with her legs apart and her knees bent (a perfectly valid move which kept her
cheering fans happy). The lump was still reluctant to emerge, so Judy pushed
even harder. Gradually, the lump (it felt like the biggest yet) crept forward,
sliding wetly through Judy's grossly distended anus.
Judy's eyes began to water - it was rather painful to be passing something so
big … but it also felt good to be getting rid of the thing. She continued to
push, while increasing the vigour of her dancing as the poo passed the point of
no return and started sliding out of its own accord. It plunged into the heart
of the grapefruit-sized ball already in Judy's panties, and slowly the ball
expanded, pushed apart from within.
After a few seconds of this, it occurred to Judy that this was not only the
widest lump yet, it was also the longest. Already several inches had emerged and
her panties were sagging horribly. Even Judy's admirers a few yards away in
front of her were now pausing to furrow their brows, wondering at the swaying
white orb visible between the dancing girl's legs.
Meanwhile, one of the television cameramen, who were filming this event for a
forthcoming documentary on Channel 4, had returned to Judy's platform and was
currently filming up her skirt, hardly able to believe his luck at the scoop he
was getting. Preoccupied with her ongoing defecation, Judy had not yet noticed
him.
The platform on which Judy was standing was surrounded by people, but since she
was standing at one end of it, her predicament was really only obvious to those
standing directly in front of her. All the same, further away there were still
people behind her, and this made Judy wary of reaching back to rearrange her
growing bulge. Yet what choice did she have? This third large lump of firm
excreta was still pushing its way out of her, and her panties were now sagging
well below her hemline.
Then a brainwave hit Judy, and she congratulated herself for having such a great
plan. Ramping up the overt sexuality of her moves, she began rubbing her pussy
through the material of her panties, grinding her hips in the throes of apparent
ecstasy. With each thrust of her hand, she rubbed further and further back,
until at last she bent over and reached all the way back to the bulge, which she
cupped and frantically tried to squash.
Her hand sank into the squishy bulge as the poo-filled material oozed up between
her splayed fingers. She urgently pushed as hard as she could to get the rest of
the lump out, and thankfully it finally did. She was not empty, but at least she
could close her anus again. She hurriedly patted the bulge into a roundish
shape, then stood up again and resumed her dancing.
Nobody below her was dancing now. They were all staring open-mouthed at the
cantaloupe-sized mound of white material, the contents of which was now no
longer a mystery. They had seen the expansion before their very eyes - they
still could hardly believe it.
Neither could the cameraman, who had just got the most amazing footage he had
ever shot in his whole career. He stared, dumbfounded, as Judy now continued to
dance as if nothing was awry, despite the fact that her bulging panties now hung
a good four or five inches below the hem of her skirt.
Or at least, where the hem of her skirt had been. For Judy's latest
poo-squashing venture had achieved another, unwanted result. Her skirt at the
back had ridden up over the top of the bulge, and as she straightened up it had
stayed there, draped over the top of the huge mound projecting from her
buttocks.
Unaware of this, Judy continued to dance, smiling at her admirers a few yards
away. In the poor light she could not see that they were now staring in
puzzlement at her, some of them edging forward for a closer look. But she was
crestfallen when, a few minutes later, the man with the goatee returned and
motioned for her to get down off the platform.
Reluctantly, she stopped dancing and went over to the steps to descend into the
crowd. Once on the dance floor again, she decided the time had come for her to
pay a visit to the toilets. Making her way through the dancing bodies, she
suddenly came upon her friend Melanie, who was looking rather agitated.
"Thank goodness I've found you," shouted Melanie over the din. "Kirsty's
had an accident - we're all leaving."
"Oh dear!" exclaimed Judy, concerned. "What happened - is she
hurt?"
"It wasn't that kind of accident. She's just spent half an hour in the
toilets, cleaning up."
"Oh!" Judy wondered whether to mention her own accident, but she
merely bawled, "Let's go then."
They made their way towards the exit, Judy still blissfully ignorant of the fact
that the huge round bulge in the back of her panties was completely uncovered.
Stares and shouts followed her out, but in the noisy club Judy barely heard them
and did not realise they were directed at her. Outside she and Melanie met up
with Kirsty and Gail, and the four women made their way to Mel's car, in which
they had all come. It was then that Judy decided she would have to 'come clean'.
"Uh, I kind of had an accident too," she confessed.
Gail now noticed Judy's hugely bulging panties, and she exclaimed, "Good
grief!"
"Why on Earth didn't you go to the toilets inside?" demanded Melanie.
"It only just happened," said Judy lamely.
"Well you'd better not go back in looking like that," said Gail.
"Mel, have you any newspapers or something to put down on the back
seat?"
"No, nothing like that," said Melanie. She frowned with annoyance.
"You'll just have to find a toilet, Judy. I'm not having you mess up my
car."
Judy could understand that, and she nodded. "Don't worry," she said.
"I'll take the bus home - there's a bus stop just down the road."
"I'll come with you - make sure you're okay," said Gail.
"Thanks," said Judy gratefully.
Melanie was very happy with this, and she departed with Kirsty. Gail and Judy
walked to the bus stop, and Gail looked with amusement at Judy's distended
panties.
"You'd better pull your skirt down over that," she advised.
Judy glanced back over her shoulder. "Oh crumbs!" she exclaimed, and
hastily tugged the back of her skirt over the bulge. It was not easy, and when
she was done, it still hung several inches below her hemline.
"I'd never have imagined one person could produce so much shit,"
remarked Gail. "That's quite a load you've got in there."
"There's more to come yet," muttered Judy.
"You're kidding!"
"I'm serious," said Judy. "And I'm just dying to get rid of
it."
"Why don't you then?" suggested Gail. "You're already messy -
what difference will a little more make?"
"I suppose so," agreed Judy, and she started to push again. At once
her anus opened up and a thick column of poo emerged. This time it was softer,
and it squished and spread out as it met the enormous wad already in Judy's
panties. Filling all available space, it crept up towards the waistband, and
forward under her pussy to form a ridge along her gusset.
Gail watched with fascination as the bulge expanded still further and descended
another inch or so. Then abruptly the expansion ceased. "All done
now?" asked Gail with a grin.
"Not quite," said Judy, "but I can feel my panties slipping. If I
do any more, they'll fall down."
"I'm not surprised," chuckled Gail. "Oh look - here's the
bus."
They boarded, Judy being careful not to get too close to the driver or to allow
him to see her bulge. Fortunately the lower deck was deserted, and the two women
went to the back, where Gail sat down and Judy remained standing, holding on to
a metal pole to keep her balance.
In another fifteen minutes they were approaching Judy's stop.
"See you soon," said Gail. "Good luck with the clean-up!"
"Yeah, thanks," said Judy, and abruptly she giggled. Then she went
forward to the front of the bus, and got out before the driver noticed anything
awry.
Judy carefully walked back to her house, ready to clutch the sides of her
panties if they started to fall down. They stayed up, however, and soon she was
back inside. She climbed the stairs and went into her bedroom to get undressed.
As she took off her skirt in front of the mirror, it suddenly struck her that
she really had produced an incredible amount of poo. There was something almost
aesthetically pleasing about the smooth round bulge it made in the back of her
panties (which were sagging so much that her buttock cleavage was showing).
It also struck Judy that it felt rather nice to have a full load of poo in her
panties. It had moulded itself to her every crevice, oozing up between her pussy
lips and enveloping her buttocks in a warm softness that was strangely
comforting. She felt a curious reluctance to empty it out.
Removing the rest of her clothes apart from her panties, she went through to the
bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. Afterwards she returned to her
bedroom and climbed into bed. She could always empty her panties in the morning,
she reflected.
Curled up under her duvet, and lying on her side to prevent squashing her poo,
she ran over the evening's events. She could hardly believe that she had
actually danced on that platform with all that shit in her undies. Now that it
was all over, it seemed so naughty … and fun! Slipping her hand down the front
of her panties, Judy started to masturbate. Halfway through, she realised there
was still a little bit of poo still inside her rectum, so she bore down yet
again and forced it out. This time it was much softer - almost runny, in fact -
but Judy was beyond caring. She squeezed out every last little bit and then
climaxed with a series of loud, ecstatic moans. Basking in the afterglow, she
then gradually drifted off to sleep.
The following morning, Judy awoke to the sound of her alarm clock. She sighed -
it was Saturday morning, but there was no rest for a supermarket checkout girl.
She began to get out of bed, and then stopped suddenly as she felt the huge mass
of poo still pressed against her buttocks and pussy. A smile came to her lips as
she recalled the previous evening. Then she carefully got out of bed and went to
fix herself some coffee and a piece of toast, which she ate standing up.
Having brushed her teeth again and applied her make-up, Judy went back through
to her bedroom and put on a fresh bra. Then, making up her mind, she put on her
supermarket uniform and tugged it down over the huge bulge still in her panties.
Looking in the mirror, she could see the bulge pressing against the back of her
tight white uniform, but it was not too obvious.
Twenty minutes later, she walked into the staff entrance at the supermarket and
was met by her manager, Danny. "Checkout four," he intoned, and she
nodded. Making her way to the front of the store, she climbed on to her stool
and slowly settled down upon it. Her poo squished slowly as she eased her weight
down, and she shivered with pleasure as it oozed all the way up her pussy, past
her clitoris and up towards her waistband at the front. At the back, it built up
all around her waistband and the leg bands, and much of it was forced out of her
panties altogether.
She wiggled her bottom, sliding around stickily in the congealing mess, and
sighed with pleasure. There was very little, she thought to herself, to beat the
sensation of having a really large amount of poo in one's panties. She would
have to do this again…