Kerry’s phone started buzzing, and she answered it with a cheerful “Hi Babe! What’s up?”
It was the middle of the afternoon, and Kerry, miraculously, was still perfectly clean and fully dressed. Of course, “fully dressed” is a relative term, and in Kerry’s case it meant a blouse too small and tight for any of the buttons to be fastened, a skirt that was a couple of inches too short to cover her buttocks, a white bra and panties that were therefore on permanent display, and a pair of elegant black shoes with three-inch heels.
The shoes were a little over the top for the office, but today was a special occasion: the company’s annual dinner dance was this evening, and both Kerry and her boss, Bruce, were planning to attend. Bruce had bought her a little black dress to wear for the occasion; she was a little nervous about this, as she had not yet seen it.
Her “plus one” for the evening was her husband Eddie, but he was about to give her some bad news. “I’m sorry, I can’t make it tonight,” he said. “Bit of a crisis – the plant’s main boiler just developed a leak, and it’s all hands to the pumps until we get everything back up and running. I’ll be here until late evening, most likely.”
“Oh no!” said Kerry, dismayed. “Well, should I not go to the dinner...?”
“Don’t be silly,” he replied. “Go, have fun – and I’ll see you at home.”
“Okay,” said Kerry with a sigh. “Bye then. Love you.”
“Love you too,” said Eddie. “Bye-bye.”
Kerry leaned back in her chair. “Well that sucks!” she said. “Eddie can’t come tonight.”
“Oh dear!” said Bruce. “Wasn’t he going to give you a lift?”
“Oh bother!” exclaimed Kerry, suddenly remembering that Eddie had dropped her off at work that morning, since her own car was being repaired. “I don’t suppose you could...?”
“Of course!” said Bruce gallantly. “Would you like me to give you a cavity search, so that they don’t have to give you one at the gate?”
“Ugh,” said Kerry, grimacing. “Okay – thank you, that would be very kind of you. If only Marina Taylor hadn’t been caught with those drugs! I hate these daily cavity searches.”
“A necessary evil, I fear,” said Bruce. “Okay, take your clothes off, and hop up on the desk.”
Kerry sighed as she removed her blouse and bra. “I’m still not sure why I have to be completely naked for this,” she said.
“You wouldn’t want Security to think you were hiding something, would you?” asked Bruce, as he pulled up the camera app on his phone and set it to video mode.
“No!” said Kerry with a shudder. “Then they’d definitely cavity-search me at the gate.” She kicked off her shoes, and pulled down her skirt and panties together. Then she climbed on to the desk, reclined on her elbows, and spread her legs apart.
“Good girl,” said Bruce. He hit record, and started filming Kerry’s pussy in close-up as he gently inserted one finger into her vagina. “Can’t feel any drugs in there,” he said, unnecessarily loudly, for the video’s benefit. He introduced a second finger, and felt around thoroughly with both.
“They won’t accept that, though,” Kerry fretted. “Your fingers can’t reach very deep. You know how the security chaps like to use their penises.”
“True,” agreed Bruce, pulling his fingers out and unzipping his trousers. “I’ll need some sort of lubricant though.”
“How about some butter from the fridge?” suggested Kerry.
“That’s for my toast!” said Bruce. “How about your poo? You mentioned earlier you were feeling very full...”
“No poo!” said Kerry firmly. “We’re about to go to the company dinner – I don’t want to arrive there covered in poo.”
“Fine,” said Bruce a little grumpily. He dredged up a mouthful of mucus from the recesses of his nasal passages, and spat a gooey green blob on to Kerry’s pussy.
“Better,” said Kerry in approval. “Thank you Bruce.”
Bruce guided his semi-erect penis into Kerry’s vagina, and began thrusting it in and out. “Careful, Bruce,” Kerry warned him. “Eddie and I are trying for a baby, so I’m not on the pill. Please try not to come inside me.”
“All right,” agreed Bruce, “but I’m still not fully hard. If I’m to probe you deep enough to satisfy Security, I’ll need to be totally erect. Sliding it in and out helps to stimulate it.”
“That makes sense,” said Kerry, nodding. “Keep sliding it in and out then.”
Bruce did so, but a couple of minutes later, he shook his head. “Sorry,” he said. “I’m finding it a bit hard to reach my fullest extent.”
“Is there anything I can do?” asked Kerry. “To help?”
Bruce thought for a moment, then suggested, hopefully, “Talk dirty, maybe?”
“Um, sure, I can do that,” said Kerry. “Mmm, Bruce, I love it when you fuck me with that lovely big cock of yours ... that kind of thing?”
“Yes ... that’s not bad,” said Bruce, a little hesitantly. “Try a bit dirtier, though – you know, a bit more taboo.”
“Hmm,” mused Kerry, while Bruce continued to fuck her. “How about this then: ohh, Bruce, I love it when you send me out on errands after I’ve just done a big poo in my panties – especially when my skirt’s way too short to cover my panties, and everyone can see what I’ve done...”
“Good!” gasped Bruce. “Keep going.”
Kerry racked her brain, and had another idea. “Oh Bruce,” she purred, “imagine if you accidentally came inside me, and I got pregnant, and you turned out to be the father of my baby instead of Eddie.”
“Oh God!” exclaimed Bruce, pounding his loins against her harder and harder. “More, more!”
Kerry warmed to her theme. “Maybe I secretly want you to come inside me,” she murmured seductively. “This is my most fertile time of the month. Maybe I’m hoping you’ll stay inside me until you climax, filling my fertile womb with your sperm.”
“Oh yes! Yes!” cried Bruce, still filming Kerry’s pussy as his rock-hard cock pistoned in and out of her with great speed. “Keep talking!”
Kerry now delivered what she felt was the coup de grace – an utterance guaranteed to get Bruce’s erection to its maximum size. “Come inside me, Bruce!” she begged. “Make a baby inside me!”
“Oh fuck! Yeah!” groaned Bruce, slamming his hips against Kerry faster and faster until he shuddered, pressing his cock deep inside her as he spurted and spurted his semen all over her cervix.
“What?” said Kerry, suddenly alarmed. “You didn’t really come inside me, did you Bruce?”
“You told me to!” he said in surprise.
“I didn’t mean it!” she exclaimed in exasperation. “It was just a fantasy, to get you hard!”
“Oh!” said Bruce. “Oops. Sorry. Well it worked, anyway. There’s no way there are any drugs in your vagina.” He stopped the video, then uploaded it to the security archive.
Kerry sighed. “Okay – thank you Bruce.”
As Bruce pulled out of her, Kerry’s phone buzzed. She reached over and picked it up. It was a text from her friend Natalie, which said: ‘Fancy a girls night out?’
Kerry replied: ‘Got a company dinner dance tonight. Sorry!’
Natalie’s next text read: ‘Oh, fun! Eddie going too?’
Kerry responded: ‘He was supposed to ... but he has to work. Hey – want to be my plus one instead?’
A moment later: ‘Love to! Where is it?’
“Hey Bruce,” said Kerry. “I just invited my friend Natalie to the dinner dance. I don’t suppose you’d mind picking her up, so we can both drink?” She knew Bruce was not a drinker.
“Sure,” said Bruce with a shrug. “Fine with me.” Then he leered. “Is she pretty?”
Kerry chuckled as she texted Natalie back. “Yes Bruce – and she’s single at the moment, so if you play your cards right...”
“You know me – I’m the epitome of charm and sophistication,” said Bruce, as he let out a long, drawn-out, rather squeaky fart.
“She’ll be putty in your hands,” said Kerry with a chuckle. Then she grimaced, and rubbed her abdomen. “Ugh – I really need a poo,” she said. “When are you going to get our toilet fixed, Bruce?”
“Soon, soon,” said Bruce vaguely.
Kerry put her clothes back on, and spent the rest of the afternoon hard at work. As five o’clock approached, she said, “Bruce, it’s almost time to go. Can I finally see this dress you’ve bought for me?”
“Sure,” said Bruce, and he fetched a bag from behind his desk. “Here you go.”
Kerry took the bag, and pulled out a flimsy black garment. It seemed to be made of chiffon, or something similarly sheer, and she shivered. “This looks like it’ll be a bit revealing, Bruce!” she remarked. She opened it out, and gasped. “This is a nightie!”
“But it’ll work really well as a dress, trust me,” said Bruce with an excited leer. “Go on – try it on.”
Kerry slipped off her blouse and skirt, and pulled on the skimpy black babydoll negligee. It was several inches too short to cover her panties, and it was extremely see-through. “Good grief!” she said. “Bruce, this is a little too sexy for the company dinner dance, I think.”
“Nonsense,” said Bruce. “You look amazing – you’ll be the belle of the ball.”
“It doesn’t work with my white underwear though,” said Kerry, looking down at her white bra, highly visible through the sheer breast panels. “I should have thought to put on black undies today.”
Bruce walked around behind her. “Yeah, the back’s very open, and your bra looks very out of place. You should take it off.”
“But then everyone will see my breasts!” objected Kerry anxiously.
“That’s fine – your breasts are lovely, and there won’t be any children there,” said Bruce.
Kerry blushed at the compliment. “All right,” she said, slipping the spaghetti straps of the dress off her shoulders. She pulled her arms out, took off her bra, then put her arms back through the straps. As she expected, her nipples were very obvious through the gauzy material. “What about my panties, though?”
“They certainly stand out,” Bruce admitted. “But that’s a good thing. They’re very sexy panties, and deserve attention.”
Kerry smiled. “Okay then,” she said. “Let me tart myself up a bit.” She went into the bathroom with her handbag, and put on some lipstick, mascara, and eye shadow.
When she returned, Bruce’s eyes widened. “Wow,” he said. “You look beautiful.”
Kerry smiled happily. “Thank you, Bruce!” she said. “Shall we go?”
“Okay,” said Bruce, and they left the office and walked to his car.
A minute later, they were pulling up at the main gate. “Ooh,” said Dustin, the security guard on duty, as he peered into the car through Bruce’s open window. “Please step out of the car, Miss – I’ll need to perform a cavity search.”
“No need,” said Bruce. “I performed one myself – check your archive. Filed under her name: Kerry Paxton.”
“Oh,” said Dustin, looking disappointed. “Just a minute.” He disappeared into his shack, and Bruce waited patiently. Five minutes later, Dustin re-emerged, looking quite flushed. “Nice job, man!” he said. “Good, thorough search.” Then he leaned over and whispered, “I hope you do get her pregnant – that would be awesome!”
“Goodnight, Dustin,” said Bruce, and he drove off.
Natalie’s house was only about fifteen minutes away, but the journey felt like an eternity to Kerry, who was squirming in the passenger seat.
“You okay?” asked Bruce.
“I really need a poo!” gasped Kerry.
“Well there’s no need to suffer,” said Bruce. “Just do it in your panties.”
“I can’t go to the company dinner with poo in my panties!” said Kerry irritably.
“Perhaps Natalie has a clean pair you could borrow,” suggested Bruce. “And you could dump out your poo in her toilet.”
“Good idea!” said Kerry. “All right then.” She lifted her bottom off the seat, and relaxed her anus, which she had been clenching tightly until now. It quickly dilated wide open, and a thick turd started to push through. As Kerry strained, it rapidly slithered out, curling up in her panties, which sagged downward as more and more poo built up inside them. Soon the bulge was pressing into the seat, and spreading out sideways.
Kerry paused for breath, then started straining again. More poo extruded from her rectum, piling up inside her panties in a mass that soon reached melon-sized proportions. Eventually she stopped, panting. “Oh, that feels so much better!” she said. Then she pointed forward. “Here we are – number twenty-six.”
Bruce parked outside. “Are you done with your poo?” he inquired.
“Not quite,” said Kerry, “but I don’t think my panties would hold any more. I’ll finish in Natalie’s bathroom.” She opened her door and very carefully climbed out. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
Her panties, a mix of cotton and elastane, had the perfect combination of strength and stretchiness to accommodate a large quantity of poo while still clinging snugly to her skin at the seams. This was one of the reasons she liked this style so much, and why she possessed at least a dozen pairs of them at home. Even so, her latest poo was testing their limits, and she could feel that they were on the point of slipping down her hips. She tugged them up a bit, then walked up to Natalie’s front door and rang the bell.
The door opened. “Hi!” said Natalie, wearing a short green cocktail dress. Her jaw dropped at the sight of Kerry. “Good grief, girl, you look ready for bed! Are you really going to your company dinner like that?”
Kerry rolled her eyes. “My boss bought this for me,” she said. “I’m still not sure how he convinced me to wear it, but oh well – at least I can blame him if it gets me into trouble.”
“Well I think you’re very brave!” remarked Natalie, her eyes still wide.
“A bigger concern is this,” said Kerry, turning around to show Natalie her bulging panties.
“Oh ... my ... God!” exclaimed Natalie. “That’s huge! Is it all yours?”
“This time, yes,” said Kerry, turning back around. “I was sort of hoping you might let me empty this lot into your toilet and lend me a fresh pair of panties.”
“Oh!” said Natalie, looking a little alarmed. “I’m a little concerned about flooding the bathroom – my toilet doesn’t have a very strong flush, and I’m not sure it can handle that much poo.”
“Ah,” said Kerry, her heart sinking. “I totally understand.”
“You can leave them here while we go to the dinner, though,” said Natalie, “and I can certainly lend you a fresh pair.”
“Thanks,” said Kerry, “but I wouldn’t want to stink up your house. I’ll unload my panties at the hotel – I’ll just try to sneak into the toilet before anyone has a chance to see me. Yes please to the clean panties, though.”
“Of course!” said Natalie. “Something black, to go with the nightie?”
“Yes please,” said Kerry. “Bruce will be disappointed, but he’ll get over it.”
“Why will he be disappointed?” Natalie asked curiously.
Kerry shrugged. “He likes white panties, I guess. He said these ones were very sexy and ‘deserved attention’.”
Natalie chuckled. “He has a point,” she said. “You do look amazingly sexy – even with all that poo in your panties.”
Kerry laughed. “Thank you,” she said. “I suspect Bruce would say ‘especially with’ all this poo in my panties.”
Natalie giggled. “I’d be inclined to agree!” she said. “It’s a very sexy look. Anyway, I’ll see what I can find in my undies drawer.” She trotted upstairs, and then came back down. “Come on up,” she said. “I don’t mind the smell – I poo in my own panties in my room all the time.”
“Cool!” said Kerry, following her friend up the stairs. “I do the same – Eddie doesn’t mind at all. He doesn’t actively encourage me to do it, like Bruce does, but he says he’s happy for me to fill my panties with poo whenever I want.”
“That’s wonderful,” said Natalie with a sigh. “My last boyfriend just couldn’t handle it.”
Kerry entered Natalie’s bedroom, and looked around idly while Natalie rummaged through a drawer. “I like your room,” she said. “Pretty wallpaper.”
“Thanks,” said Natalie. She pulled out a black thong, and held it up. “Thong too skimpy, do you think? Your bare arse would be showing beneath that nightie.”
“I don’t suppose Bruce would mind that,” said Kerry, “but I’m already feeling quite exposed enough. What else do you have?”
Natalie rummaged some more, and pulled out some black lacy boyshorts. “What about these?”
Kerry grimaced. “Not a fan of boyshorts,” she said. “They’re terrible at holding poo.”
Natalie laughed. “They are,” she admitted. “But were you planning to do a poo in my panties? I didn’t think you’d have anything left inside you!”
“Oh, no!” said Kerry. “I guess I just dislike boyshorts on principle. But of course I wouldn’t do a poo in your panties. I mean, I actually didn’t quite finish my poo, so I do have some left ... but I wouldn’t abuse your generosity that way.”
Natalie smiled. “I wouldn’t mind!” she said. “In fact I’d be honoured if you did a nice big poo in my panties. Let’s see what else I have.” She pulled out a pair of black bikini-style panties. “Looks like we have a winner,” she said. “Although, I do have the same style in white...” She grinned. “I don’t suppose I could persuade you to stick with white?”
Kerry chuckled. “If both you and Bruce want me to wear white panties,” she said, “who am I to argue?”
“Good girl!” said Natalie happily, handing a pair of white panties to Kerry. “Gosh, though – I’m going to look a bit unadventurous by comparison!”
“I’m sure we can fix that,” said Kerry with a grin. “Do you have any sexy nighties?”
Natalie laughed. “Hmm!” she said. “Perhaps I might! Just a moment.” She pulled open another drawer, picked through it, and pulled out a pink satin negligee with black lace detail.
“Nice!” said Kerry. “Let’s see it on you.”
Natalie pulled off her dress to reveal matching hot pink bra and panties.
“Oh dear,” said Kerry. “Lovely undies, but they clash with the nightie. You’ll have to lose the bra, at least.”
“I need a bra,” said Natalie firmly. “You might be able to get away without one, but I can’t. Not with these big floppers.”
“Oh bollocks!” retorted Kerry. “I’ve seen you topless – your boobs are huge, but there’s nothing floppy about them!”
“Thank you,” said Natalie, “but I’m still wearing a bra. I’ll just go with white instead.” She put on the nightie. “Will this do?”
It was easily long enough to cover her panties – in fact it almost reached mid-thigh. “Do you have anything shorter?” inquired Kerry.
Natalie nodded, and returned to her drawer. “How about this?” she asked, holding up a lacy white negligee. “I’m not so keen on this one, but it’s definitely shorter.”
“And see-through!” remarked Kerry with a grin. “Let’s see it on – with some white undies beneath.”
“I’ll look like I’m on my wedding night,” grumbled Natalie, but she complied. Two minutes later, she was clad all in white, with her bra and panties very visible through the lacy nightie. She turned around to show Kerry the back; the garment was approximately buttock-length.
“Sexy!” said Kerry, approvingly. “But you’re right – it is rather wedding night-y.”
“I do have one nightie that’s shorter than this one,” said Natalie carelessly. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be interested in that, though...”
“Let’s see it!” said Kerry.
Natalie took off the white nightie, then pulled out of her drawer a royal blue garment, which she put on and tied at the back. It was a halter-style babydoll negligee, somewhat sheer but less so than the white one, with a plunging neckline. The bottom of the nightie flared out into a frilly skirt whose hem was a full inch above the top of Natalie’s white panties.
“Wow!” said Kerry. “Turn around.”
Natalie did so. The negligee was almost backless; just a thin string tied the two sides together just below her shoulder blades, and the skirt section, barely six inches from top to bottom, covered little more than the waistband of her panties.
Natalie blushed, and giggled. “Well, I don’t work for your company, so I’m hardly in danger of getting sacked, unlike you,” she said. “Sure, I’ll wear it.”
“Without the bra, though,” said Kerry. “You can’t possibly wear a bra with that nightie.”
Natalie looked down at the exposed middle of her bra. “True,” she admitted ruefully. “All right then.” She unclasped her bra, pulled each elbow through it, and then tugged it out of the nightie’s deep neckline. Her large breasts strained against the fabric, her nipples showing clearly through a sheer blue veil.
“Gorgeous!” said Kerry, clapping her hands. “Oh my God – Bruce is going to freak!”
The two young women headed downstairs, then out to Bruce’s car. The fifty-two-year-old stared in delight at Natalie as she climbed in the back seat. “Nice dress!” he said.
“Thanks,” replied Natalie with a little giggle. “Kerry helped me choose it. I figured, if it’s okay for her to show off her panties, I might as well do the same.”
“A great idea!” said Bruce happily. Then he noticed Kerry was climbing into the passenger seat with her panties still full of poo. “What happened?” he asked.
“I didn’t want to block up Natalie’s toilet,” Kerry explained, squatting carefully on the seat so she would not have to sit down on her poo. “I’ll empty them at the hotel.”
“Okay!” said Bruce with a grin. As he put the car in gear and set off down the road, he said, “So, Natalie ... are you going to do a poo in your panties too, as a gesture of solidarity?”
Natalie laughed. “I’d be happy to,” she said, “but we’ve only got one spare pair of panties with us.”
Bruce grinned. “We’ll be passing the shopping centre,” he said. “You can always run in and buy some panties there.”
“Good idea!” said Kerry. “Do we have time, though, Bruce?”
He glanced at the clock on his dashboard. “Sure!” he said. “It’s only ten to six, and dinner doesn’t start until half past.”
“All right then!” said Natalie. “Here goes!” She lifted her bottom up, and strained. After a little grunt of effort, she strained again ... and again ... and again. After more than a minute of near-continuous defecation, she stopped, panting. “There!” she said.
Bruce pulled into the shopping centre’s huge car park, and found a spot reasonably close to the main entrance. “Don’t be long!” he said.
Kerry and Natalie carefully got out of the car, and as Natalie walked towards the entrance, Kerry took a quick peek at her friend’s poo-bulge. It was large, though not quite so enormous as Kerry’s own. If Kerry had about seven pounds of poo in her panties, she estimated, Natalie had about five and a half ... melon-sized, perhaps, but a small melon.
The two women entered the shopping centre, much to the astonishment of the security guard who was leaning against the wall just inside. “Hey!” he said. “You girls can’t come in here like that!”
“Oh please!” said Natalie, batting her eyelashes at him. She turned her bottom towards him and bent over slightly. “I just need to buy a fresh pair of panties to change into.”
The guard looked conflicted, caught between his drive to do a good job, and the arousal he was clearly experiencing. “You girls...” he began, staring in awe at Natalie’s bulging panties. Then he shook himself. “No,” he said firmly. “You can’t come in here. “Please leave right now.”
“Bother it,” said Kerry with a sigh. “Come on, Natalie.”
The young women returned to the car. “The guard wouldn’t let us in,” Kerry said glumly. “I’m not sure what we can do now – one of us is going to have to wash out our panties in the hotel bathroom, I suppose.”
“I guess I’ll volunteer for that,” said Natalie. “It’s my fault we don’t have enough panties – I should have waited to do my poo until we had a spare pair in hand. I suppose I can use a hand dryer to dry them out.”
“Sounds like a plan,” said Bruce. “Come on then, hop in.”
This time, both Kerry and Natalie had to squat on their seats while Bruce drove them to the hotel. It was located in the middle of town, and its car park was for guests only, so Bruce found a nearby multi-storey car park, and they walked from there for about a hundred yards along the street to the hotel. Kerry’s and Natalie’s outfits (not to mention the bulges in their panties) attracted some unwelcome attention, but Kerry chose to ignore the wolf whistles as well as the shouted insults. Natalie was more playful in her responses: she acknowledged the compliments with a wave and a smile, and wiggled her panty-bulge in the direction of her detractors.
Upon entering the lobby, Kerry looked around for a sign for the ladies’ and gents’ bathrooms, but could not immediately spot one. There was quite a crowd of people in the bar nearby, and some of them had spilled out into the lobby.
“Ooh,” said Bruce, “there’s my boss’s boss, Richard. Let me introduce you to him. He’s the regional director of imports and exports, you know.”
“Bruce, I haven’t emptied out my panties yet,” said Kerry, but Bruce was already waving Richard over.
The white-haired, distinguished-looking gentleman ambled over with a drink in his hand. His eyes flitted back and forth between Natalie and Kerry. “Bruce, you old dog,” he said, seeming surprised. “How did you manage to land yourself such lovely ladies as dates for tonight?”
“Oh, neither’s my plus one,” said Bruce. “This is Kerry, my assistant, and this is her friend, Natalie.”
“Pleased to meet you,” said Richard. “What amazing dresses! But ... whatever is that smell?”
“We filled our panties with poo,” said Natalie with a rather embarrassed grin.
“By accident,” Kerry hastily added.
“Mine wasn’t an accident,” Natalie clarified. “I just didn’t want Kerry to feel so bad about hers.”
“Admirable!” said Richard. “So, the two of you ... are you ...?”
“Lesbians? No,” said Kerry. “Though I kind of wish I was – Natalie’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”
Natalie laughed, and swatted Kerry’s arm. “Silly goose,” she said.
“Well, it looks like we’re all going in to dinner,” said Richard, looking over at the bar, where people were heading out of a door at the far end. “There’s assigned seating, but if we’re not seated together, perhaps we can swap with someone. I would so like to get to know you both better. May I accompany you in?”
“We should really empty out our panties first,” said Kerry.
“Oh but then we might miss out on a chance to change tables,” said Richard. “Come on in – the pair of you look so good, nobody will mind if you’ve got a bit of poo in your panties.”
Kerry shrugged. “All right then,” she said. She and Natalie followed Richard and Bruce into the dining room, where a smiling young woman at the door handed each person a raffle ticket. Just beyond her was a noticeboard with a table map, which they examined to see which tables they had been assigned to. It turned out that Kerry and Bruce had been assigned a table next to the dance floor, along with Theresa and Florence from the inland waterways office, and their spouses. The two waterways women were apparently not on the best of terms right now, and Theresa jumped at the chance of swapping places with Richard and his wife, Dotty, who had just arrived from the bathroom.
“My goodness!” said Dotty, staring in awe at Natalie and Kerry. “You two are dressed to kill!”
“Is that ... poo? In your panties?” inquired Florence’s husband, Phil, with an astonished expression, having just caught sight of Kerry’s bulge.
“Yes,” Kerry confessed, blushing. “I had a bit of an accident on the way here.”
“My panties are full of poo too,” said Natalie, turning to show him her bulge. “But I filled mine on purpose.”
“It’s a sexy look,” Florence remarked, looking rather amused, “but however are you going to sit down?”
“We weren’t planning to,” said Kerry. “We’re just going to the bathroom to clean up.”
“The only problem is,” said Natalie, “we’ve only got one pair of clean panties between us! I’m afraid I’ll be holding my panties under a hand dryer for a while.”
“But you’ll miss half of your dinner that way!” said Richard. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I can put up with a bit of poo smell for a while if it will allow Natalie to eat her dinner.”
“Me too,” said Dotty, and Phil and Florence nodded.
Richard glanced over to the next table, which was unoccupied, and did not even have any name cards. “Looks like there are some spare chairs there,” he said. He retrieved one of them and set it down next to Natalie’s chair, arranging them so that there was a six-inch gap between them, centred on her place setting. “Why don’t you sit here, straddling the gap?” he suggested. “Then your panties can hang down in the gap, and you won’t be squishing your poo everywhere.”
Natalie looked around at the others. “Well if that’s okay with everyone ... then sure!”
“Excellent,” said Richard, pleased, as Natalie carefully sat down on the two chairs, her bulging panties settling into the gap between them.
“Can we do the same for Kerry?” asked Bruce. “I mean, if we’re letting Natalie stay here with poo in her panties, Kerry might as well stay too.”
“Of course!” said Richard, fetching another chair. “Will you stay with us, Kerry?”
“If it’s okay with everyone, then sure,” said Kerry with a smile, and she lowered herself on to her two chairs. “I’m sorry about the smell ... but at least it isn’t dog poo this time!”
“Now that’s a story I want to hear!” said Dotty. Then she looked over at Bruce. “Is Maggie not joining us tonight, Bruce?” she asked.
“She’s in Glasgow for the week,” said Bruce. “Staying with her sister.”
“Well, give her our love, won’t you?” said Dotty.
“Will do,” said Bruce.
The meal was very nice, and the conversation was pleasant. Richard, Dotty, Florence and Phil were friendly and chatty, and made both Kerry and Natalie feel quite at ease, despite their heavily loaded and rather smelly panties.
Once desserts had been finished, and coffee served, there were a couple of speeches, one of which was delivered by none other than Marcus Flint, chief executive of HMRC. Afterwards there was a raffle, during which, to her intense mortification, Kerry’s number was called.
“That’s you, Kerry!” said Bruce excitedly. “Go on.”
Feeling horribly embarrassed, Kerry got to her feet and walked with a rather forced smile up to the front of the room, while the sound of polite clapping quickly gave way to astonished murmuring. She caught Marcus’s eye, and smiled at him as he grinned at her exposed panties.
“A little under-dressed, aren’t we?” inquired Sandra, the event’s organiser, glaring at Kerry disapprovingly as she handed her a bottle of wine.
Kerry did not know how to respond to this, so she merely said, “Thank you.” Then she turned around and returned to her table as quickly as she dared, while gasps of surprise and shock broke out at the VIPs’ table.
“Oh God!” she groaned. “Now everyone’s seen my messy panties!”
“Look on the bright side,” said Natalie cheerfully. “At least none of it fell out while you were walking up there.”
Everybody at the table laughed, and even Kerry managed a chuckle. “I suppose there is that,” she conceded.
Music started playing – “I Should Be So Lucky” by Kylie Minogue, and Florence got to her feet. “Come on honey,” she said to Phil. “Time to dance.”
“To Kylie?” he complained, but he got to his feet anyway, and the two of them headed on to the dance floor.
“Ugh,” said Kerry. “Eighties music.”
“Are you girls going to dance?” asked Bruce hopefully.
“With huge amounts of poo in our panties?” laughed Natalie. “A bit risky, don’t you think?”
“You should be all right if you try not to bounce around too much,” said Bruce.
“All right, I’ll give it a try,” said Natalie, getting to her feet. “Come on Kerry – you too!”
Kerry smirked. “Only if Bruce dances too,” she said, feeling pretty safe since her boss was just about the clumsiest, least co-ordinated man she had ever met.
“Okay,” said Bruce, looking a little anxious. He stood up, and Kerry’s heart sank – apparently she had underestimated his eagerness to see her dance.
With an uneasy feeling, Kerry got up carefully, and followed Bruce and Natalie on to the dance floor. Natalie began to bounce around, then she caught hold of the sides of her descending panties with a gasp, pulled them back up with a giggle, and restricted herself thereafter to a more gentle hip-swaying, accompanied by arm-waving and shimmying. Her large unfettered breasts shook and bounced beneath the twin vertical strips of gauzy material that constituted the upper part of her negligee. Bruce (and plenty of other men nearby) could not help staring, mesmerised.
Kerry, not especially into the music, copied Natalie to some extent, adding her own twirls and bobs from time to time. Her own breasts were not nearly as spectacular as Natalie’s, but she had more poo in her panties, and even small movements caused them to start slipping down, so she found herself continually having to tug them back up at the sides.
Then the song ended, and “Eternal Flame” by The Bangles started up. “Ooh, I love this one,” said Natalie. She caught sight of the event’s photographer, and posed for him, arching her back and sticking her bottom out, with her hands on her hips. Having snapped a few shots of her bulging panties, he grinned and gave her a thumbs-up.
“May I have this dance?” asked Bruce, extending his hand to Kerry.
She smiled. “More your speed, is it, this one?” she asked, and he nodded. She took his hand, and stepped closer to him as he put his other arm around her waist.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said, as they started to sway back and forth together. “I hope I haven’t got you pregnant.”
Kerry shuddered. “Me too,” she said. “Every time I remember that your sperm is inside me, I feel a little twinge of panic.”
“Maybe we can get it out?” suggested Bruce.
“Well I can take a bath tonight, and try to flush myself out,” said Kerry. “Of course, it might be too late then.”
“Perhaps gravity will do the trick,” suggested Bruce. “Maybe it will just slip out.”
“Not without encouragement,” said Kerry. “There needs to be some sort of liquid involved.”
“How about if we get you excited?” said Bruce with a grin. “Get you all wet – then you can flush yourself out, right?”
“I suppose that might work,” said Kerry, a little doubtfully. “How do you propose to get me excited?”
“Well,” said Bruce, letting go of her hand and placing his hand on her left breast. “How about I stimulate your breasts for a while?”
“I suppose it’s worth a try,” said Kerry, looking around nervously. “Just try not to be obvious about it, okay?”
Bruce grinned as he began squeezing and caressing her breast through her flimsy nightie. “How’s this?” he asked. “Is it working?”
“Not really,” Kerry confessed.
“Hmm,” said Bruce. He slipped his hand inside the neckline of her negligee and grasped her bare breast, squeezing her nipple between his fingers. “How about this?”
“A little better,” she admitted, “but not enough to really get my juices flowing.”
“How about this?” Bruce asked, reaching down to cup her pussy through her panties. He began stroking her, and was rewarded with a slight catch in her breathing.
“That’s likely to work better,” Kerry murmured, closing her eyes.
Bruce now slipped his hand into the front of her panties, and began caressing her labia and clitoris directly. Then, with an ingratiating smile, he said, “You know, Kerry, sometimes the most effective way to get the juices flowing is a good kiss.”
“More effective than rubbing my pussy?” inquired Kerry, with one eyebrow raised sceptically.
“Well perhaps not,” said Bruce, “but in combination, I’m sure they’ll work wonders together.”
“But Bruce,” said Kerry uncomfortably, “all these people will see. I don’t want them thinking I’m having an affair with my boss.”
Bruce slipped the tips of his index and middle fingers into her moistening vagina, and said, “Well if anyone asks about it, you can tell them I’m just trying to get you excited in order to flush my sperm out of your vagina.”
“I suppose so,” said Kerry, nodding, “but what about the ones that don’t ask? I don’t want them silently thinking I’m cheating on my husband with my boss.”
“I’m sure everyone’s too busy staring at your panties to worry about what you’re doing with your mouth,” said Bruce. “Not to mention Natalie’s panties.”
“And her boobs,” laughed Kerry. “All right then, Bruce – just a quick one.” She put her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips against his. As he opened his mouth, she parted her lips and allowed him to push his vile-tasting tongue into her mouth. She grimaced, but thought to herself: oh well, it’s in a good cause.
As their tongues swirled and snaked around each other, Bruce eagerly thrust two fingers in and out of her vagina, which was starting to get quite wet. With his other hand, he tugged the bottom of her negligee upward, exposing her right breast, which he started to massage.
Kerry had to admit that the combination of the kiss, the fingering, and the breast-fondling was having the desired effect – she could feel her body getting quite aroused, despite the fact that Bruce was rather a disgusting man. So she allowed the kiss to continue, and she spread her feet apart a little so Bruce could push his fingers a little deeper inside her.
But Bruce had other ideas. Withdrawing his fingers, he turned his hand over and grabbed a handful of poo from the huge mass nestling in the seat of her panties. Then he turned his palm upwards, and squished the poo against Kerry’s pussy.
Kerry broke off the kiss in surprise. Then, “Ohhh God...” she murmured, as Bruce began to sensuously massage her poo into her labia and clitoris. She resumed kissing Bruce, with more enthusiasm this time, and her arousal grew and grew, until she actually found herself getting close to an orgasm. “Good, that’s working!” she panted. “Keep going!” Then she stuck her tongue back in Bruce’s mouth.
Bruce continued grinding poo into her clitoris with the palm of his hand, while shoving two shit-covered fingers into her vagina. He was enjoying himself immensely; he had urinated and defecated and even ejaculated in her mouth before, but this was the first time he had kissed her. Salivating copiously, he slobbered and drooled into Kerry’s mouth, sucking on her tongue and licking all around her teeth and the insides of her cheeks. A sudden, involuntary cough brought up a large, gooey chunk of phlegm into his mouth; he pushed it into Kerry’s mouth with his tongue and played with it for a while, smearing it over her tongue and teeth.
Kerry would ordinarily have been utterly disgusted by this, but right now she was too horny to care. Feeling Bruce push a chunk of her poo into her vagina, she uttered a muddled moan, and gyrated her hips, pressing her pussy into his hand. She was vaguely aware of a camera flashing nearby, and she hoped that it was not too obvious what Bruce was doing to her.
When her orgasm hit, it was so intense that she almost collapsed on to her knees. “Ohhh ... ohhhh ... OHHHH!!!” she moaned, literally shaking with pleasure.
Bruce grinned as he continued squishing her poo around her labia. “Nice?” he inquired.
“Brilliant!” she gasped. “Thank you Bruce – if that doesn’t flush me out, I don’t know what will!”
“Don’t mention it,” said Bruce, pulling his hand out of her panties. Then, “Ugh!!” he exclaimed, staring at his poo-covered palm and fingers. Reaching out, he wiped his hand on Kerry’s negligee.
“Oh, Bruce!” cried Kerry in dismay. “My lovely dress!”
“Sorry,” said Bruce. “But I didn’t think I should use a hotel napkin.”
“Fair enough,” said Kerry with a sigh. “But look at it – it’s ruined!”
“I’m sure it’s fine,” said Bruce. “Just let me go and wash it out for you – I’ll have it back to normal in no time.” He held out his hand.
Kerry stared at him. “You want me to take off my dress, right here?”
Bruce nodded. “I’m sure nobody will mind. If you haven’t been kicked out of here for your poo-filled panties, I highly doubt that your bare boobs will be much of an issue.”
“Um, I suppose that’s probably true,” conceded Kerry, but she glanced around uneasily as she pulled her negligee up over her head. “Hurry back with this, okay?”
Bruce took the negligee, and grinned. “I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
Now wearing only her bulging panties and shoes, Kerry felt extremely exposed in the middle of the dance floor. She felt like everyone was staring at her – and, indeed, almost everyone was. For a moment she wondered if she should cover her breasts with her hands, but then she decided that that would look rather ridiculous, given that her poo-laden panties were far more indecent and deserving of coverage.
Fortunately she was rescued by Richard, who was on the dance floor with Dotty not far away. As the current song (“The Wanderer” by Status Quo) ended, and Dotty returned to their table, Richard ambled over to Kerry and said, “May I have this dance?”
“Thank you,” said Kerry gratefully, and she began to dance to “House of Fun” by Madness, her poo slapping against her buttocks as her bulging panties bounced around. Every few seconds she found herself having to pull them back up, but she did not mind too much; she was being thoroughly entertained by Richard’s dancing. He was actually rather good, and seemed to have a feel for this style of music.
“You’re good!” she told him, laughing. “This is from your time, I suppose?”
Richard grinned. “The nutty boys!” he said. “I saw them in concert in Camden Town back in ‘79! Hell of a live band!”
When the song finished, Kerry and Richard returned to their table. Natalie was still dancing, having found an attentive young man to partner with. As Kerry sat down, carefully guiding her bulging panties between her two chairs, she smiled at Dotty. “Thank you for lending me your husband for that dance,” she said. “He’s very good!”
“I’m afraid I can’t keep up with him!” said Dotty, chuckling. “My knees are not what they used to be. So, what happened to your dress?”
Kerry rolled her eyes. “Bruce got poo on it,” she said. “He took it to the bathroom to wash it.”
“Oh dear,” said Dotty sympathetically. “You’re not having a very good night, are you?”
Kerry sighed. “Well, it helps that everyone’s being so nice. I’m sure it’s not very pleasant being around someone who smells of poo.”
Richard chuckled. “I’m not unaccustomed to it,” he said. “Our office holds an annual panty-pooping competition. My daughter got second prize this year. Eleven pounds!”
“We’re very proud of her,” said Dotty with a smile.
Bruce returned to the table, holding Kerry’s negligee. “Here you go,” he said. “It’s clean.”
Kerry took it, and grimaced. “But soaking wet!” she said. “Couldn’t you dry it?”
“No time,” he said. “I’ve been called out on a job.”
“Ugh, really?” said Kerry. “The night’s young, Bruce! I didn’t think we’d have to leave this early.”
“You don’t have to,” said Bruce. “I can come back and pick you and Natalie up later. I shouldn’t be gone more than a couple of hours.”
“And if it takes longer?” said Kerry. “No thanks, Bruce, I’m not going to risk getting stranded here. I’ll come with you.”
“What’s this job, Bruce?” inquired Richard. “Problem at the docks?”
“No, nothing like that,” said Bruce. “I moonlight for a company called Trinity Latrine. They make chemical-free portable toilets.”
“I’ve seen them around – usually on building sites, right?” said Dotty.
Bruce nodded. “They do a lot of business with building firms,” he said.
“Chemical free?” said Richard. “How does that work? Don’t they get pretty smelly?”
“Not usually,” said Bruce. “They have this neat mechanism that separates the urine, poo, and paper into three adjacent compartments, which are sealed when the toilet is not in use, except for a vent which routes gases through an odour trap. It’s pretty clever.”
“Sounds like it,” agreed Richard. “Well, good luck on this job.”
Natalie, smiling but rather breathless, returned to the table just as Kerry was getting up. “What’s up?” she asked.
“We have to leave, I’m afraid,” said Kerry. “Bruce has been called out on a job.”
“Oh, that’s a shame!” said Natalie. “I was having fun!”
“If you want to stay,” said Richard, “Dotty and I can give you a lift home.”
“Thanks!” said Natalie. “But I’m here as Kerry’s friend. If she has to leave, then I’d rather leave too. It’s been lovely meeting you, though.”
“The pleasure was ours!” said Dotty. “Take care, dear.”
“I can’t believe you danced topless!” giggled Natalie as she, Kerry and Bruce headed through the lobby to the front entrance. “That was so cool!”
Kerry laughed. “High heels and poo-filled panties. What better outfit for dancing?”
Stepping out into the cool night air, they found the street mostly empty of pedestrians. A few cars hooted their appreciation (or possibly their disgust) at the two young women; Kerry ignored them, while Natalie waved and giggled.
Back at the car, Kerry and Natalie climbed in and squatted on their seats; Kerry tossed her wet nightie in the back seat next to Natalie.
“Do you girls mind if I do my job before I drop you off?” asked Bruce as he got into the driver’s seat. “My boss was very insistent that I take care of it immediately.”
“I don’t mind,” said Natalie with a shrug.
“I suppose that’s fine,” said Kerry. “Where is it?”
“It’s not far,” said Bruce cheerfully. “We’ll be there in no time.” He drove slowly down the spiral ramp that led to the exit, paid by debit card at the barrier, then he headed out on to the street, turned left, and drove north towards the edge of town.
In less than ten minutes, they had arrived at the new retail park. It was getting dark, but the area was brightly lit by sodium-vapour lamps. Bruce parked next to a large white portable toilet bearing the words TRINITY LATRINE, and they all got out.
“What’s the job, Bruce?” inquired Kerry. She sniffed the air, then coughed. “Phew – I thought these were supposed to be odour-free?”
“That’s the issue,” said Bruce. “I need to figure out why one of these toilets isn’t working properly. There have been complaints.”
“I’m not surprised,” said Natalie, flapping her hand in front of her nose.
Bruce opened up the first toilet, sniffed experimentally, then closed the door. When he opened the second, however, he gagged and took several paces back. “I think I found it!” he gasped.
Kerry and Natalie both also recoiled from the stench that emerged from the second toilet. “Oh my God!” choked Natalie. “That ... is ... rank!”
Burying his nose in the crook of his left elbow, Bruce bravely entered the toilet, and commenced his investigation.
“What a trooper!” remarked Natalie. “You wouldn’t catch me going in there.”
“How does it look, Bruce?” asked Kerry.
Bruce emerged, coughing. “Drawback of a chemical-free toilet,” he croaked. “If it fails, the smell is horrendous.”
“Did you figure out the problem?” inquired Kerry.
“The vent from the poo container is completely blocked with something,” Bruce replied. “Plasticine, or something similar. Definitely deliberate – either kids playin’ a prank, or maybe sabotage.”
“Yikes!” said Natalie.
“Anyway,” Bruce continued, “the build-up of gas eventually blew the top off the poo container. It’s irreparable. I’ll have to empty the container, mark this toilet ‘Out of Order’, and message the office to have the container unit replaced.”
“Empty the container?” said Kerry. “How?”
Bruce scratched his chin. “Well that’ll be the tricky part,” he said. “I have tools for repairs, not for emptying. I don’t have another container I can dump the poo into, nor anything with which to scoop the poo out.”
“I don’t understand,” said Natalie. “Why not just pull the container out?”
“It’s all integrated,” said Bruce. “The containers are built into the seat section, and they’re all joined together in a single unit – I can’t just remove one of them. And removing the entire unit is too big a job for me to handle.”
“Seems a bit shortsighted,” remarked Kerry. “Maintenance would be easier if they were all separate pieces, wouldn’t it?”
Bruce chuckled. “I’ll put in a recommendation to the design team,” he said. “In the meantime, I need to find a container – something that can hold a large amount of poo.”
“What, like Kerry’s panties, you mean?” said Natalie, laughing.
Kerry smirked, then immediately looked worried as Bruce’s expression turned thoughtful. “Don’t even think about it, Bruce!” she said.
Bruce shrugged. “Well, they’re already messy...”
“Yes!” said Kerry, “and they’re already full! There’s no more room inside them.”
“Mine are pretty full too,” said Natalie apologetically. “Otherwise I’d be happy to help.”
“I suppose there’s my dress, though,” said Kerry. “It’s not like I’m going to be wearing it again tonight – could we maybe tie the neck together and turn it into a sort of bag...?”
“Excellent idea,” agreed Bruce, and he quickly fetched it from the car. Having gathered the neck together and tied it off with the shoulder straps, it formed a rather loose and open bag, but a bag nonetheless.
“Now,” said Bruce, “we just need a means of filling it. What about your shoes...?”
“What about my shoes?” said Kerry indignantly. “I’m not ruining my shoes by filling them with poo, thank you very much! I’d rather use my hands than my shoes!”
“Oh!” said Bruce. “Okay. Your hands, then?”
“Now look, Bruce,” said Kerry, a little testily, “this toilet thing is your second job, not mine. I’m letting you use my dress, which I think is pretty generous of me, but I draw the line at actually filling it for you. With my hands. From the gross smelly toilet. No thank you!”
Bruce sighed. “All right,” he said. “Would you at least hold your dress open for me, then, while I use my own hands to fill it?”
This would involve getting closer to the horrible toilet than Kerry wanted, but it sounded like a fair compromise. “Okay,” she agreed.
“Eww!” said Natalie, looking disgusted. “There must surely be a better way than this!”
“I’m all ears, if you have a better idea,” said Bruce.
“Couldn’t we...” began Natalie, but then she shook her head. Then, “How about...” but again she fell silent. Finally, “What we need is a bucket and spade. You must have those at your house, don’t you Bruce?”
“Indeed I do,” said Bruce, “but I live forty-five minutes away. And my boss insisted I get this taken care of right away. This is more than just a repair, Natalie – the reputation of Trinity Latrine is on the line here. All we need is for a news reporter to get a whiff of this story, and the company could face a PR catastrophe.”
Natalie sighed. “I suppose it’s worth getting your hands dirty to avoid that.”
Bruce fetched some tools from the boot of his car, and deftly removed the toilet seat and the container unit’s plastic housing. This exposed the waste sorting unit and the tripartite container system, which was topped by three lids: one brown, one yellow, and one white. The brown lid was buckled and hanging loose; Bruce removed it and tossed it through the open door.
The smell was intolerable, and Bruce was forced to retreat so he could get some fresh air. After a few deep breaths, he said, “All right, here we go!” and, having rolled up his sleeves, he re-entered the toilet.
Kerry stepped up to the door of the toilet, holding her negligee-bag open and ready to receive its first double-handful of builders’ poo. But Bruce was hesitating. As he stared into the container of poo, he started to look decidedly ill. “I don’t know if I can do this,” he said.
“Come on, Bruce,” said Kerry encouragingly. “You’ve touched plenty of poo while I’ve known you. Dog poo, even. You can do this.”
“It’s just ... the smell...” said Bruce faintly.
“Jeez, Bruce, you’re not going to pass out, are you?” asked Kerry in alarm.
“Uh-oh,” said Natalie, coming to the doorway and peering past Kerry.
Bruce’s cheeks suddenly puffed out; he scrambled for the door, pushing past Kerry, and found Natalie barring his way. “HUUUUUURRRRGGGHHHH!!!” A torrent of vomit poured from his mouth, scoring a direct hit on Natalie’s upper chest. The lumpy yellow-ish fluid spread out in all directions, then poured down over and between her breasts, soaking her flimsy negligee. She gasped, but for the moment was more concerned about Bruce.
“Oh no! Are you okay?” she asked him.
“Sorry,” he gasped, once the flow had ceased. “Oh no – your dress...”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, shrugging her shoulders out of it. “It can be washed. As her breasts popped free, Bruce heaved, and then vomited again, showering her chest once more with a deluge of vile-smelling lumpy puke.
“Oh god,” he groaned, wiping vomit off her breasts with his hands. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s really fine,” Natalie assured him, as Bruce diligently rubbed his hands all over her breasts, spreading his fingers out, cupping and kneading her soft flesh, making circles around her nipples with his thumbs. Then, abruptly, he threw up again, just as his hands were cupping both breasts like a bra, pushing them up and together. His vomit poured out on to her breasts again, cascading down over Bruce’s hands as he eagerly massaged his stomach contents into her shapely orbs.
“It’s very kind of you to try to wipe me clean,” said Natalie, “but I’m not sure it’s really helping. I think maybe we should use my dress as a cloth, since it’s already messy.”
“Fair enough,” said Bruce, and he straightened up, wiping his mouth, while Natalie pulled down and stepped out of her negligee. Then she spent a few moments wiping her breasts and belly, while Bruce turned his attention back to the toilet. “God, it’s so revolting in there!” he groaned. “Kerry, do you think you could give it a go...?”
Kerry grimaced. “All right,” she said. “But you’ll owe me!”
Bruce nodded. “Thanks,” he said.
Kerry handed him the negligee-bag, then she stepped into the toilet and knelt down next to the open poo container. The smell threatened to overpower her, but she gritted her teeth, and, without letting herself think about what she was doing, plunged her hands into the container, sinking her fingers into a sludgy mass of poo.
“God this is so gross!” she gasped as she tugged free a good-sized double-handful. As Bruce held out the negligee-bag, she dropped the poo inside, then she went back for more.
Over and over again, Kerry transferred large chunks of poo from the container to the bag, until the material of the negligee was stretched almost to breaking point. At this point Bruce said, “Okay, let me tie this off.” He gathered together the hem of the negligee, and carefully carried the bag to the boot of his car, where he found a cable tie and used it to close up the bag tightly.
“How much is left in there?” he asked, returning to the toilet.
“A lot!” said Kerry.
“Natalie, could we use your dress please?” asked Bruce.
“I’d be happy to let you use it,” replied Natalie, “but I really don’t think it’ll do any good. It’s backless, and practically frontless ... there’s not enough material to make a bag out of it.”
“Bother it!” said Bruce, sighing in frustration. “If only you two hadn’t filled your panties!”
“Well I’m sorry!” said Kerry indignantly. “I wasn’t expecting to be involved in emptying a portable toilet this evening! I would happily empty them out and fill them with poo from this container, but where would I put my own poo?”
“Well, we could stick it back up where it came from,” suggested Bruce.
“What?” exclaimed Natalie. “Oh my God!”
“We’ve done it before,” admitted Kerry. “But Bruce ... with that much poo in my rectum, I was desperate – I’ll just have an accident again if I put it all back!”
“Hopefully, not until we can get to a toilet,” said Bruce. “Anyway, I have a couple of tools that’ll make the job a lot easier than last time.”
“Oh?” said Kerry. “What tools?”
“I have a length of lightweight flexible plastic tubing,” said Bruce, “and a plunger to go with it. I got it as part of the introductory kit for my plumbing course. And I have some grease, which we can use as a lubricant.”
“All right, let’s give it a try,” said Kerry.
“You’re really going to let Bruce fill you back up with your own poo?” asked Natalie, wide-eyed.
Kerry shrugged. “It’s a practical solution to the problem,” she said.
Bruce fetched the tubing, which was about six feet in length, and in its default state was flat and floppy. Holding one end of the tubing open, he took the lid off his can of grease, and started stuffing grease liberally into the tube, which expanded to a girth of an inch and a half. Having filled the first few inches of the tube with grease, Bruce then used his plunger to push the grease all the way through the tube, thus lubricating its entire interior.
“Okay, let’s fill this thing with your poo,” he said, as he pulled the plunger back out.
Kerry reached into the back of her panties, and retrieved a handful of poo, which she stuffed into one end of the tube. Lubricated by the grease, it slid in easily, and she went back for more, and more. It was rather like stuffing a sausage, she imagined.
When the first couple of feet of the tube were full, it started to become harder to push the poo in with her fingers, so Bruce used the plunger to push it all farther along. This made a space which Kerry soon filled with more poo, at which point Bruce used the plunger to make more room ... and so it went on, until the tube was full.
“Okay, what now?” asked Kerry. “There’s still some poo in my panties. And more still inside me, waiting to come out.”
“Goodness!” said Bruce. “Well first you should finish your poo; we want your bowels completely empty before we do the insertion.”
“Okay,” said Kerry. She strained, and another soft, thick turd slithered out of her anus and into her panties, while Natalie watched, smiling. After pushing for about half a minute, Kerry said, “Okay, that’s it.”
“Good,” said Bruce, who was busily greasing up the entire outside of the poo-filled tube. “Now get on your hands and knees.”
Kerry did so, and Bruce pulled her poo-laden panties down until he could see her anus. Taking a handful of grease, he smeared it around her anal sphincter, then he pushed two fingers inside, and then three. Kerry barely winced; she was quite used to this sort of penetration by now. She simply relaxed, and allowed her anal muscle to expand to accommodate her boss’s fingers.
Bruce pushed some of the grease inside Kerry, then he withdrew his fingers, and began pushing the tube in. At first there was some resistance, but, with the help of the grease, the tube was soon inside and sliding deeper and deeper.
“Ohhhh...” gasped Kerry. “This feels weird...”
“Weird how?” asked Natalie curiously. “In a good way or a bad way?”
“It’s ... not bad,” admitted Kerry. “Uhhhh... Oh gosh...”
The tube continued to slide inward, curving around as it followed the path of Kerry’s colon. The deeper it got, the harder it became to push it, but Bruce was careful not to force it; he simply kept up a gentle pressure, and let it slowly ease its way in.
But eventually, it would go no farther. About a foot of the tube remained outside Kerry’s body, protruding from her anus. “Uh-oh,” said Natalie. “Now what?”
“Now we take the tube out, leaving the poo behind,” said Bruce. He took hold of the plunger, and, as he started to slowly ease the tube back out of Kerry’s large intestine, he began to press the plunger into the end of the tube.
Natalie watched, fascinated, as the tube steadily emerged. As it came out, the plunger disappeared deeper and deeper into the tube, until it was actually inside Kerry. The implication of this, of course, was that Kerry’s intestine had a larger girth than the tube, and could hold more poo per unit length.
“Hold on,” said Bruce. “We’ve made some room; I’ll put some more poo in the tube.”
“Okay,” said Kerry. “Still feeling pretty comfortable here, surprisingly.”
Bruce pulled out the plunger, then he started posting more poo from Kerry’s panties into the end of the tube. When he had completely filled the tube, he reinserted the plunger, and resumed pushing it deeper while slowly pulling the tube out.
By the time another six inches of the tube had emerged from Kerry’s anus, the plunger had sunk well over a foot into the tube. Bruce topped up the tube with more poo from Kerry’s panties, and then continued pushing and pulling.
“Okay ... God ... feeling a bit full now,” Kerry gasped a couple of minutes later, as Bruce loaded the tube with the last of the poo from her panties.
“You’re doing great!” said Bruce. “We’re almost done.” He slowly plunged the poo down the tube towards Kerry’s anus, while carefully extracting the last thirty inches or so of the tube. By the time the plunger slid into Kerry’s rectum, a little over a foot of the tube was still inside her.
The plunger continued to sink inward. “Looks like there’s still some room!” said Bruce cheerfully.
“It doesn’t feel like it!” groaned Kerry.
“We might as well make the best use of the space available,” said Bruce. “Kerry, could you fetch some more poo from the toilet?”
“Ugh,” said Kerry. “Well you’ll have to touch this stuff yourself – I can’t load the tube from here.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can,” said Bruce. “Here.” He passed her the end of the tube, which was easily long enough to reach from inside her anus, around her buttock, and up the side of her body all the way to the toilet, with room to spare.
Kerry sighed as she took the end of the tube. “All right then,” she said. Grabbing a handful of poo from the toilet, she worked it into the end of the tube. She went back for more, then more, gradually filling up the first foot or so of the tube. “That should do it,” she said.
“Oh, you can fit more than that,” said Bruce. “Keep going. Here, use this to make some room.” He handed her the plunger.
With a sense of dread at how full and desperate she was going to feel once all this extra poo was inside her, Kerry pushed the plunger into the end of the tube, and forced the poo farther in, making another foot of space. She quickly filled this with more poo, after which she said hopefully, “Is that enough now, do you think?”
“Nope!” said Bruce happily. “Keep going. If we run out of room inside you while there’s still some poo in the tube, we’ll just squeeze out the rest into your panties.”
“Fair enough,” said Kerry, nodding. She plunged the tube again until she had made another foot of space, which she then filled with more disgusting builders’ poo from the poo container. Then, unprompted, she plunged the tube yet again, made more room, filled it back up, and repeated this process until the tube was full from its outer end all the way to her anus, which was clamped almost shut around the soft tube. At this point, when she plunged the poo again, the collapsed part of the tube expanded, forcing her anus wide open as a thick sausage of poo passed through it.
“Here, give me the tube,” said Bruce. “I’ll work it out slowly.”
Kerry handed him the end of the tube, together with the plunger that was sticking out of it. She hoped he would just pull the tube out, but no ... as he gradually withdrew the tube from her rectum, he firmly pushed the plunger in, and Kerry groaned as the last few inches of her rectum filled up with poo. When the tube finally dropped from her anus, she was packed so full of poo that she could not even close her anal sphincter.
“Agh, it’s coming out!” she said urgently. “I can’t close my arse!”
Natalie quickly stepped forward and placed the palm of her hand over the emerging poo, pressing it back inward and blocking its escape. Kerry, her eyes watering with effort, battled to force her anus shut as Natalie squished the poo back inside her. Grunting through clenched teeth, she gradually managed to squeeze the tight ring of muscle, until it had completely closed over the top of the compacted mass of poo in her rectum.
“Okay!” she said, panting. “That’s it. I don’t know how long I can keep all that poo inside me, though!”
“Then we’d better hurry,” said Bruce, picking up the tube, which still contained three feet of poo. He tugged Kerry’s now-empty panties back up around her hips and bottom, leaving about an inch of buttock cleavage, into which he posted the poo-filled end of the tube. Pushing the plunger in from the other end, he slowly forced out the entire contents of the tube into Kerry’s panties – a little over two pounds of poo, which made a nice grapefruit-sized bulge. This was of course a common situation for Kerry, but usually it was her own poo, and did not smell nearly so horrible.
“Okay,” said Bruce. “Fill them up – as much as they can hold.”
With a sigh, Kerry began scooping out handful after handful of poo from the toilet, and stuffing them into the back of her panties. Once the accumulating mass of poo had reached the maximum weight her panties could handle without falling down – about eight pounds – she kept going with just one hand, while using the other to hold her panties up. Eventually the back was so full that poo was starting to fall out of the over-stretched leg-holes, so she switched to the front of her panties, and packed another couple of pounds of poo against her pussy.
But then she was done. There was no way any more poo was going to fit in her panties, and there was still plenty left in the toilet’s poo container. “What now?” she asked. “My vagina? It won’t hold nearly as much as there is left in here.”
“Eww, your vagina?” exclaimed Natalie. “You wouldn’t put any of that poo in there, surely?”
Kerry shrugged. “I’ve had dog poo in there before,” she said.
“And don’t call her Shirley,” said Bruce.
“But like I said, it won’t be enough,” said Kerry.
“Also,” said Bruce, “you should keep your vagina empty, so my sperm can slip out of you. If you stuff yourself full of poo, you might be pushing my sperm back up against your cervix.”
“You fucked Kerry?” gasped Natalie.
“It wasn’t like it sounds,” said Kerry. “He was probing me for drugs. He came inside me because of a misunderstanding. It was partly my fault.”
“Oh,” said Natalie.
“So,” said Kerry, “if my vagina’s off-limits, where are we going to put the rest of the poo? I don’t suppose you’d volunteer your own arse, Bruce?”
“I’d be happy to,” said Bruce, “but it would wreak havoc with me haemorrhoids.”
“Well, we can’t ask Natalie,” said Kerry firmly. “She doesn’t work for you, and...”
“I don’t mind,” said Natalie. “You’ve gone way beyond the call of duty tonight, Kerry, and endured a lot ... and it’s not your job either. I feel a bit useless here – I’d be happy to help.”
“Good for you, Natalie!” said Bruce.
“Thank you, Natalie,” said Kerry gratefully.
“What I suggest, then,” said Bruce, “is that we fill up Natalie’s bowels with the poo in her panties, and whatever else from the toilet she can fit. If there’s any left over, it can go in her panties. Sound good?”
Natalie nodded, and Kerry said, “Yup.”
Bruce re-greased the tube, both inside and out, and then Natalie began fetching poo from the back of her panties, and stuffing it into the tube. Every so often, Bruce would use the plunger to push the poo farther into the tube, in order to make more room. Soon, they had filled the tube, and Natalie’s panties had barely a pound of her own poo left in them.
She bit her lip as she pulled her panties halfway down her thighs, then got on her hands and knees. “Will this hurt?” she asked, a little anxiously.
“Just a bit,” said Kerry, “when the tube first goes in. But that’s nothing compared to the agony of trying to hold it all in once you’re full!”
“Great,” said Natalie with a wry chuckle.
“It’ll hurt less if we can get your arse well lubed up,” said Bruce. Fetching a large glob of grease, he pressed it between Natalie’s buttocks, and started rubbing it around her anus.
She twitched nervously. “Anything you can do to make it more comfortable would be appreciated,” she said.
Bruce eagerly sank two well-lubricated fingers into her anus. “If we can get some of this grease inside you,” he said, thrusting his fingers rhythmically in and out, “that will help a lot. Of course, my fingers can’t reach very far into your rectum – do you mind if I use my willy...?”
“Um,” said Natalie, with a little shudder, “I suppose so – if you think it will help...”
Kerry, delighted that someone other than herself was on the receiving end of Bruce’s disgusting attentions for a change, said, “Oh I’m sure it will help.”
Bruce hastily unzipped his trousers, pulled out his already-erect cock, and slid it smoothly into Natalie’s anus with a happy sigh. Grasping her hips with his hands, he began to fuck her rectum with slow thrusts. “Ohhh, that feels good!” he murmured.
Natalie laughed, embarrassed. “Try not to enjoy it, Bruce!” she said. “I’m doing this not for your pleasure, but to help you do your job.”
“But if it’s not pleasurable for him,” Kerry pointed out, “his willy won’t be hard, and he won’t be able to lube you with it. And if he can’t lubricate you effectively, it will be more uncomfortable for you.”
“Oh!” said Natalie. “Good point. Go ahead, then, Bruce – I suppose it’s best if you enjoy this as much as possible.”
“Thanks, I will,” said Bruce, increasing the pace of his thrusting. A few moments later, he said, “Hey Kerry, how much poo is left in the toilet? Do you think we might need to make use of Natalie’s vagina too?”
Kerry felt around in the poo container. “I don’t know,” she replied. “But if we’re not using my own vagina, we can’t ask Natalie to use hers.”
“Yes but there’s a reason we’re not using yours,” said Natalie, a little breathlessly. “If there’s still some poo left after you’ve filled my arse and panties, I don’t mind if you fill my vagina as well.”
“All right!” said Bruce. “Shall I go ahead and lube that up too, then?”
“I suppose so,” said Natalie reluctantly.
While continuing to vigorously fuck her anus, Bruce fetched some more grease and began rubbing it liberally into Natalie’s pussy, working it between her labia and thickly coating her clitoris. Then, once he had smeared a large lump over her vaginal opening, he pulled his cock out of her anus, and slid it smoothly into her vagina. He buried himself deep, paused to savour the moment, then started fucking her with long, leisurely strokes.
“Just please don’t come inside me, okay?” said Natalie. “I’m not on the pill.”
“Oh!” said Bruce in delight, and he began fucking her harder and faster. “Whyever not?”
“My pills gave me acne,” she gasped. “I stopped taking them when I broke up with my boyfriend – I figured I would just use condoms if I had any unexpected encounters. But I didn’t bring any with me tonight!”
“Oh dear,” muttered Bruce. “So, should I stick it back in your arse right before I come?”
“Yes – that’s fine,” panted Natalie.
“Bruce!” said Kerry, her buttocks cramping from the effort of clenching her anus so tightly. “I’m kind of in pain here – can we get on with filling Natalie’s arse with poo, please?”
“Sure,” said Bruce, slapping another large dollop of grease on Natalie’s anus. He shoved two, then three fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out for a few seconds, then he picked up the tube, and quickly slid it in as he pulled his fingers out. Deeper and deeper he pushed the tube, and Natalie groaned as she felt her bowels filling up.
“Oh ... my ... God!” she gasped. “This ... is the best thing ever! Don’t stop fucking me, Bruce...”
Bruce had paused his thrusting so that he could concentrate on pushing the tube in, but now he resumed fucking Natalie’s vagina. Once the tube was buried as far as it would go, leaving just over eighteen inches of it outside her, he paused again while he worked the plunger into the end of the tube.
“Jeez, Bruce!” complained Natalie. “You keep getting me all worked up, and then stopping!”
“Sorry,” said Bruce. “Here Kerry – can you do the honours?” He handed her the end of the plunger.
“Um, sure,” said Kerry, kneeling down and resting her overloaded panties on the ground between her knees. She took hold of the tube and the plunger, and began to pull the former while pushing the latter. At first she pushed at the same speed as she pulled, so that the plunger stayed in the same place, but she quickly found that the resistance was steadily lessening, so she pushed a little harder to compensate. Soon, as Bruce had found with Kerry, the plunger had reached Natalie’s anus, and was beginning to disappear inside.
Meanwhile, Bruce was rapidly nearing his orgasm. “I’m going to come!” he announced urgently.
“Not in my vagina!” said Natalie, equally urgently.
“But your arse is occupied!” exclaimed Bruce.
“Pull the tube out, Kerry!” said Natalie.
“I can’t just yank it out!” responded Kerry. “It’ll pull half your intestine out!”
“Oh God!” groaned Natalie, dismayed. “Bruce, can you come in my mouth instead?”
“Too late,” groaned Bruce, his loins jerking as he pressed his cock as deep into her vagina as it would go. In a series of spurts, his semen spewed all over her cervix.
“Ugh!!” cried Natalie. “And this is the absolute worst time of the month!”
Kerry had fetched some poo from the toilet, and was stuffing it into the tube. “Join the club,” she said. “But don’t worry too much – you can always flush it out with something later.”
“I suppose so,” said Natalie with a sigh. “It did feel awfully nice, I must admit – being fucked while my arse is getting filled with poo.”
Having topped up the tube, Kerry began the process of pulling and plunging again, as Bruce withdrew his penis and wiped it off with a handkerchief. Over the course of the next ten minutes, Kerry kept plunging and refilling, until Natalie was as stuffed full of poo as Kerry was.
“Oh my god!” whimpered Natalie, trying to close her anus. “I’m so full!”
Kerry pressed her palm against her friend’s anus, until it had properly closed. Then she filled Natalie’s panties with what was left of the poo in the toilet. When the poo container was finally empty, Natalie’s panties were full, but not as ridiculously overloaded as Kerry’s.
“We’ve done it!” said Kerry jubilantly. “We’ve emptied the toilet!”
“Excellent,” said Bruce. “I’ll put up the sign.” He fetched an “Out of Order” sign from his car, and fixed it to the door of the toilet. Then he grimaced, and clutched his abdomen. “Uh-oh,” he said. “I need to take a dump, pretty badly.”
“Too bad!” said Kerry firmly. “Hold it in. There’s nowhere else to put any more poo.”
“There’s Natalie’s vagina,” said Bruce. “She did offer it as a poo receptacle.”
“That’s true, I did,” admitted Natalie. “And I’m sure Bruce’s poo won’t be as nasty as the stuff I was expecting to have in there.”
“All right,” said Kerry with a sigh. “Just be quick please, Bruce – I’m kind of in agony here!”
“Me too!” said Natalie, grimacing. “How do you want to do this, Bruce?”
“Be quickest if I just do it straight into your vagina,” said Bruce. “Can you get your knickers off and do a headstand?”
“Excuse me?” said Natalie.
“I think I know what he has in mind,” said Kerry. “But Bruce, that’s a really uncomfortable position for her to maintain while you do your poo. Can’t you do it lying down? That’s how we did it last time.”
Bruce shook his head. “I’ll need the assistance of gravity this time,” he said. “I’ve been a bit constipated.”
Kerry sighed. “Well she’ll need to hook her legs over something, or have some other means of support. A park bench would be good...” She looked around, but there was no bench in sight.
“How about your car, Bruce?” suggested Natalie. “We could recline the front seat a bit, I’ll lie down on it, backwards, with my legs pulled back and my bottom up, resting on the seat back. More comfy than doing a headstand on the ground, anyway.”
“Worth a try,” said Bruce. “Come on then.”
Natalie stepped out of her shoes, then she carefully took off her poo-filled panties, and laid them on the ground. Now naked, she climbed into the driver’s seat of Bruce’s car, facing the head-rest. Lying down, with her head overhanging the front of the seat and tucked under the steering wheel, she hoisted her bottom up, resting it halfway up the back of the seat. Then she pulled her legs back, so her knees were either side of the steering wheel and her feet were up against the top of the windscreen.
“Going to be a bit cramped,” observed Bruce, “but we’ll give it a try.” He kicked off his shoes, then took off his trousers and y-fronts. Putting his right leg into the car, over Natalie’s thigh, he brought his foot down until it came to rest on the floor on the far side of her head. Then he bent over and stepped in, holding on to the steering wheel for support as he brought his bottom up and sat down on Natalie’s upturned buttocks. Finally he pulled his left leg in, lifted it over her thigh, and put it down on the door side of her head.
“Everyone comfy?” asked Kerry, crouching down next to the open door.
“Not entirely,” said Natalie, “but I’m fine.”
“This works,” said Bruce with a nod.
“Okay Bruce,” said Kerry. “Lift your bottom up and start doing your poo; I’ll guide it into Natalie’s vagina.”
Bruce nodded, lifted his bottom up, and strained. Nothing happened, so he took a few deep breaths, and strained again. Slowly, his anus opened up, and a thick, hard turd started to emerge. He paused for another breath, then continued to push it out, grunting with effort.
When about four inches of the turd were hanging down from his anus, Kerry said, “A little further forward, Bruce.” He complied, and Kerry nodded with satisfaction; the poo was now heading straight for Natalie’s vagina. She grasped the end of it, and, as a couple more inches emerged, she said, “Okay Bruce – lower yourself down.” She noted that some of Bruce’s semen had leaked out of Natalie’s vagina, so she gathered it up with a finger, and pushed it back inside; it would help to lubricate Bruce’s poo.
Bruce settled down slowly. His turd sank into Natalie’s vagina, forcing it open to an uncomfortable diameter. “Yikes!” gasped Natalie. “That’s big!”
Bruce sat all the way down, until Natalie’s vagina was completely filled with his turd. But there was more to come, and as he kept pushing, he had to raise himself up again. “I think I’m full!” said Natalie apologetically.
“Maybe I can compress it a bit, to make some room,” suggested Bruce. He started bouncing up and down, so that his turd began to thrust in and out of Natalie.
“Bruce, if she’s full, she’s full,” said Kerry.
“No, it’s okay,” said Natalie breathlessly. “You can keep doing that, Bruce.”
“All right,” said Bruce, grinning as he continued to fuck Natalie with his turd.
“Ohhhhhh,” moaned Natalie. “This feels so good...”
Remembering how nice it had felt to have poo rubbed on her clitoris, Kerry pulled a handful of poo out of her panties and reached over to mash it into Natalie’s pussy. As she began to run it into Natalie’s clitoris, Natalie moaned ecstatically. “Oh God!” she gasped. “Yes! Yes!”
Half a minute later, she was shuddering in a powerful orgasm, and almost screaming with pleasure. She was making so much noise, in fact, that nobody heard the police car coming.
“What’s going on here?” asked a stern voice, and a torch was shone on all three of them. “Indecent exposure, lewd behaviour in public – looks like I’ve hit the jackpot tonight.”
Kerry stood up quickly. “I can explain everything, officer,” she said.
The policeman was forty-ish, good-looking, and heavily-built. He looked Kerry up and down with a slight smirk. “Please do,” he said. “I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical explanation for all this.” His tone was heavy with sarcasm.
“Bruce works for that company,” said Kerry, pointing to the sign on the portable toilet. “We were at our company dinner dance when he got a call to come and check out this faulty toilet. I’m Bruce’s assistant, Kerry, and that’s my friend Natalie. Bruce gave us a lift to the hotel, so we came here with him and helped him with the faulty toilet. Unfortunately, Bruce found he needed to empty the poo out of the toilet, but he didn’t have any receptacles, so Natalie and I offered him our panties. And our intestines, too – both Natalie’s and my intestines are completely stuffed with poo now.
“We also used my dress – it’s tied up like a bag, now, full of poo – and unfortunately Bruce threw up on Natalie’s dress, so she took it off and cleaned herself with it. Anyway, afterwards Bruce found he really needed a poo, but we had nowhere else to put it ... until Bruce thought of Natalie’s vagina. So he’s currently doing a poo into her vagina ... and, well, that’s it really.”
The policeman frowned. He stooped, and peered into the car. “I suppose you can prove that you work for Trinity Latrine, sir?” he asked.
“Indeed I can,” said Bruce. “My trousers...” He pointed. “Kerry, my wallet...”
“Oh yes,” said Kerry. Clutching the side of her panties with one hand, she carefully crouched and felt for the pocket of Bruce’s trousers. Finding it, she pulled out his wallet, and stood up. She opened it up, and pulled out a stack of cards from one of the larger pockets.
“That’s it,” said Bruce, “it’s one of those.”
“I can’t go through these one-handed,” said Kerry, handing the cards to the policeman. “Would you mind?”
The burly policeman flicked through the cards impassively. Then he stopped. “Trinity Latrine, maintenance technician,” he said. “It seems you’re telling the truth, Miss.” He handed the cards back to her. “Carry on, then, and have a good evening.” He turned and walked back to his car, whistling. A moment later, he drove off.
“How embarrassing!” said Natalie.
Bruce grunted, lifting his bottom up as he pushed out more of his poo. Since Natalie’s vagina was full, it could not descend any farther, so he was obliged to keep raising his bottom higher and higher, until it hit the ceiling of the car. At this point, unable to lift himself any higher and with his poo still unfinished, he stopped pushing, perplexed.
“Um,” he said. “Help?”
“Jeez, Bruce,” said Kerry, rolling her eyes. “Just pinch it off!”
“I can’t!” he said. “It’s literally at its thickest point right now.”
Kerry sighed with exasperation. The column of poo connecting Bruce’s anus and Natalie’s vagina was over a foot in length – way too long to fit in Kerry’s own vagina. “Look,” she said, “unless you want to start piling up poo on the seats of your car, Bruce, we’re going to have to find a toilet somewhere close by, so we can get rid of some of this stuff.”
“Eww!” said Natalie. “I can’t believe you suggested that, Bruce!”
“Fine,” sighed Bruce. “We’ll go and find a toilet. Any ideas where?”
“Well, none of us lives all that close,” said Kerry, “but the hotel’s only ten minutes away. We could head back there.”
“Good idea!” said Bruce.
“But ... how...?” inquired Natalie.
Kerry pursed her lips in thought. “Can you two shuffle over to the passenger seat, so I can drive?”
“Not from this position,” said Natalie. “I’d need Bruce to get out of the way, so I can sit up. But that would break the poo off, of course, and where would we put it?”
“Well I can’t drive in this position,” said Bruce. “I can’t reach the pedals with my feet, for one thing, and also I can’t crane my neck enough to see where I’m going.”
“I can operate the pedals,” said Natalie, reaching backward with her arms and grasping the clutch and accelerator with her hands. “Just tell me which ones to push, and when.”
“A cunning solution,” said Bruce, “except that you can’t see where you’re going either.”
“Kerry can navigate from the passenger seat,” said Natalie brightly. “Can’t you, Kerry?”
“We’ll try it for a few hundred yards,” said Bruce. “See how well it works.”
“All right, then,” said Kerry. “Just a moment.” She opened the back door of the car, then picked up Bruce’s trousers and underpants, and Natalie’s dress and shoes, one after the other, and tossed them on the back seat. In the process, she thoroughly wiped on Natalie’s dress her right hand, which had become very messy from scooping poo out of the toilet.
Finally, she carefully picked up Natalie’s loaded panties, placed them on top of Natalie’s dress, and closed the door. Heading around to the other side of the car, she climbed into the front, once again squatting on the passenger seat so as to avoid squishing the huge amount of poo in her panties. She glanced nervously at Bruce and Natalie, not at all sure if this plan was going to work, and said, “Okay, let’s go.”
“My keys?” said Bruce.
“Oh bugger,” said Kerry. She turned and reached into the back seat, rummaged through Bruce’s trousers until she found his keys, and handed them to him.
Bruce put the key in the ignition. “Clutch please,” he said.
Natalie, upside down, had to think for a moment which pedal she should press. Then she nodded to herself, and pushed the clutch pedal down with her right hand. “Got it,” she said.
Bruce started the car, put it in first gear, and released the handbrake. Then he said, “Okay, slowly release clutch and push down accelerator.”
“I do know how to drive, Bruce,” said Natalie. She pushed the accelerator down a little, slowly released the clutch until she felt it bite, then pressed down on the accelerator while continuing to release the clutch. The car moved forward.
“Left a bit!” said Kerry. “Okay, straighten up. Not that much! Left! Hold it there – right a bit – straighten – okay!”
“Gear change!” said Bruce, and Natalie pushed the clutch in. Bruce shifted into second, then said, “Okay, accelerate.”
“Right a bit – you’re drifting!” said Kerry.
Bruce turned the steering wheel to the right. “Gear change!”
The change into third gear was a little rough, and the car lurched. Kerry anxiously looked over at the column of poo as Bruce rocked forwards, then back ... but fortunately, with his hands braced against the steering wheel, he did not move too far. His turd bent, and wobbled, but remained intact. Natalie, with her bottom pressed up hard against the back of the seat, barely moved at all.
The change into fourth went much better; Natalie was learning. Soon they were approaching the main road, which had two lanes in either direction. Traffic was light, but constant, and Kerry eyed the other cars nervously. “Slow slow slow,” she said. “Left winker, Bruce.”
“Clutch in all the way, Natalie,” said Bruce. “We’ll just coast to a stop.”
“More brake!” said Kerry. “That’s it ... steady ... now ease up a bit ... hold it there.”
They came to a stop. “Keep the clutch in, Natalie,” said Bruce, and he changed into first.
“Light’s still red,” said Kerry. “Now it’s amber ... start accelerating, Natalie. Bruce, turn left hard.”
The car crawled out on to the main road, and started to pick up speed as Bruce and Natalie worked their way up through the gears.
“Signal right, Bruce,” said Kerry. “We need to get into the right lane. Good – now steer right, gently ... excellent ... straighten up ... left a tad ... straighten ... got it. We’re coming up to some lights ... prepare to brake, Natalie.”
Natalie was starting to get the hang of working the pedals with her hands, backwards and upside down, and the car slowed to a halt quite smoothly.
Kerry’s heart sank as another car pulled up at the lights, mere feet to the left of Bruce’s. A woman in the passenger seat happened to glance over at Bruce and Natalie, and her jaw dropped. Frantically she slapped at the man in the driver’s seat, and pointed at Bruce and Natalie as she jabbered exclamations that Kerry could not hear. The man leaned forward, looking past her, and his eyes widened.
The lights changed. “Drive!” said Kerry urgently.
Natalie pushed the accelerator to the floor and started releasing the clutch, fortunately just as Bruce put the car into first gear. The car took off, and Bruce and Natalie, now working well together, soon had it in second, then third, then fourth. The other car, however, quickly caught up, its male and female occupants staring in astonishment at Bruce and Natalie (what they could see of her, at least), and the thick turd connecting them.
“Right turn coming up!” said Kerry.
Bruce signalled, and Natalie applied the brake when directed by Kerry. The turn went smoothly, and the other car did not attempt to follow them. Kerry heaved a sigh of relief, and continued to direct Bruce and Natalie until, after what seemed like an eternity, they reached the multi-storey car park again.
This was actually the trickiest part of the journey, as Kerry had to guide Bruce up a narrow spiral ramp without him crashing the car into the concrete wall on either side. But somehow, they made it, and soon the car came to a halt, more or less in the middle of a parking space.
“Okay, what now?” asked Natalie, once Bruce had switched the car off.
Kerry had been thinking about this. “You two stay in the car,” she said. “I’ll run to the hotel and find some kind of container for Bruce’s poo. A poly bag will do just fine, if I can’t find anything else. Then I’ll come back here, Bruce can finish his poo in the bag or whatever it is, and then Bruce can drive me and Natalie to our respective homes.”
“Sounds good,” said Bruce. “Try not to be long, though – my legs’ll cramp if I’m in this position for too long.”
“I’ll be right back,” Kerry promised. “How are you holding up there, Natalie?”
“I’m fine,” said Natalie. “Quite comfy.”
Kerry opened her door, and climbed carefully out. Then she shut the door and waddled towards the exit, clutching her massively overloaded panties at both hips.
The street outside, thankfully, was very quiet: she passed no pedestrians on her way to the hotel, and only two cars drove by. Entering the hotel lobby, she heard the party still in full swing, but she had no intention of rejoining it. Walking straight up to the reception desk, she smiled at the astonished receptionist.
“Do you happen to have a plastic bag or some similar receptacle?” she asked him.
The receptionist was in his early twenties, and looked a little flustered. “Um,” he said, “certainly. Let me see what I can find.” Then he brightened. “Actually...” He reached down beneath the counter, and pulled up a blue plastic bag, out of which he pulled a couple of children’s books. “Presents for my nieces,” he said apologetically. “You’re welcome to the bag.”
“Thank you!” said Kerry, taking it. “You’re most kind.” Then her knees buckled and she grimaced, clutching the counter for support. “God!” she gasped. “I so badly need a poo!”
“Another one?” asked the receptionist incredulously. “Haven’t you ... um, you know ... done enough?”
“What’s in my panties isn’t mine,” Kerry said in a strained voice.
“Kerry?” came a voice from behind her.
Gritting her teeth in a titanic battle to keep her anus closed, Natalie turned around to see Dotty approaching. The older woman looked concerned. “Are you all right, dear?”
“Just ... trying ... not to let any poo out!” groaned Kerry.
“Good heavens, girl!” said Dotty. “You mean to tell me you’re still desperate, even after all that?” She pointed at Kerry’s panties.
“That’s not mine,” said Kerry, and, having vanquished her urge to defecate for the moment, she related the story of what happened at the portable toilet.
“My goodness!” said Dotty, her eyes wide. “You’ve had quite a time! But there’s no need to suffer, dear – there’s a toilet just over there. You can let it all out there.”
“I’d fill up the bowl!” said Kerry. “It would be impossible to flush. I’d flood the place, and they’d ban me from here for life! No, I’d rather just get home and deal with it there.”
“Oh, I see,” said Dotty, nodding. Then she smiled. “At least we can make it a little easier on you, though. Did you know that alcohol suppresses intestinal peristalsis? Let’s get you a drink; it’ll keep your poo from trying to force its way out quite so hard.”
“Oh, that would be nice,” said Kerry in relief. “I could use a good drink, in any case! But I can’t stay too long; Bruce and Natalie are waiting for me.”
“A few tequilas should do the trick,” said Dotty, leading Kerry into the bar. “You’re not driving, are you?”
Kerry had omitted from her story a description of the journey back to the hotel. “Bruce is driving,” she said simply.
There were a dozen people in the bar. Kerry felt highly embarrassed as, clutching her poo-stuffed panties, she stood and waited while Dotty put two stools next to each other, set eight or nine inches apart. Kerry thanked Dotty, then sat down with one buttock on each stool and her bulging panties hanging down in the gap. Dotty ordered drinks, and a moment later, the barman placed three shots of tequila on the bar.
“Who’s the third one for?” asked Kerry.
“Oh, they’re all for you, dear,” said Dotty cheerfully. “Drink up.”
Kerry chuckled, and downed the first shot. She shuddered, smiled, then downed the second. As she picked up the third, a red-haired man in his late thirties came over. “You look like you’re in a hurry to get drunk!” he said, resting his elbow on the bar to Kerry’s left.
“I’ve got to stop myself from doing a poo,” Natalie told him confidentially.
“I think it’s a little late for that!” said a younger, shorter man, approaching from her right. He interposed himself between Kerry and Dotty. “I’m Gary.”
“Push off, Gary,” said Dotty, annoyed. “Leave the poor girl alone – she’s been through a lot this evening.”
Kerry smirked. “Yeah Gary,” she said. “Anyway this poo in my panties isn’t mine.” She drank her third shot.
“Next round’s on me,” said Gary, undeterred. “What’ll it be? More tequila?”
“If it’s not yours, whose is it?” asked the first man. “I’m Eric, by the way.”
“Hello Eric by the way,” said Kerry, and she giggled. “It’s from a portable toilet. I was helping my boss empty it.”
“You empty toilets for a living?” inquired Eric.
“No, silly!” said Kerry. “That’s just my boss’s second job. It’s not mine. I was just helping him.”
“I think you’ve had enough, dear,” said Dotty pointedly. “Hadn’t you better think about heading home?”
“But my poo’s still trying to get out!” argued Kerry. “I just need a couple more drinks...”
Gary had already lined up two more tequilas for her. “There you go,” he said.
Dotty glanced at her phone. “Richard’s ready to leave,” she said. “Come on dear – let’s get you home. I don’t want to leave you at the mercy of these two horny gents.”
“You go,” Kerry said. “Thanks for looking out for me, but I can look after myself.”
Dotty looked a little troubled. “Are you sure?” she asked.
“I’ll be fine,” Kerry assured her, and she knocked back another tequila. “It’s been lovely meeting you though – I hope we’ll see each other again.”
“Me too!” said Dotty with a smile. She pushed past Gary to give Kerry a hug. “Take care, dear.”
“Okay!” said Gary, once Dotty had left. “Why don’t you tell us how you came to fill your panties with poo from a portable toilet?”
“Well,” said Kerry, feeling quite comfortable and chatty, “Bruce moonlights for this company, Trinity Latrine...” She proceeded to relate the whole story once more, while Eric bought the next round of drinks.
Ten minutes later, she was feeling very giddy and giggly. So much so, in fact, that when she looked around and saw a man with a large camera taking photos of her panties, she merely laughed and said, “Hey, my face is up here!”
“And a very pretty face, too!” he said, taking a photo of her upper body. “I’m Declan, the official photographer for this little shindig.”
“I’d never have guessed,” smiled Kerry. “Nice to meet you, Declan.”
“Sorry for taking photos of your panties,” said Declan, “but they’re really quite an amazing sight. I’ve never seen so much poo in a pair of panties before.”
Kerry shrugged. “These ones are pretty strong, and pretty stretchy – they can hold a lot of poo.” She giggled. “It’s why I like them.”
“My goodness,” said Declan. “You really are extremely pretty. Would you mind turning around for a couple more photos?”
Kerry, feeling flattered, smiled and nodded. She climbed off her two stools, stepped around to the other side of them, then sat back down, this time facing away from the bar. Putting her hands over her breasts, she smiled for Declan’s camera.
He laughed. “No need for false modesty,” he said. “Everyone’s already seen your nipples, Kerry.”
“I suppose that’s true,” she giggled, and she dropped her hands to her sides for the next shot.
“Your breasts are quite lovely,” remarked Declan. “Perhaps you could cup them, just underneath, without covering your nipples? You know, like you’re presenting them to the camera?”
“Sure,” said Kerry good-naturedly. She cupped her breasts as he had described, and he took a couple more photos.
Then Gary stepped up. “How about you get one of the three of us, Declan?”
“Yeah,” said Eric, from Kerry’s other side.
“Good idea!” said Declan. “Kerry, can you put your arms around your friends’ shoulders?”
“Well I barely know them,” said Kerry, “but okay.” She put her arms around Gary’s and Eric’s shoulders, and smiled for the camera again.
“Since Kerry’s arms are occupied,” said Declan, “would you guys mind cupping her breasts for her?”
“Hey,” said Kerry, as the two men eagerly grabbed her breasts. “What if I mind?”
“Do you mind?” asked Declan in surprise. “It’s just a bit of silly fun.”
Kerry chuckled. “I suppose it’s okay,” she said, as Gary and Eric massaged her breasts, and Declan took more photos. “Hopefully it’ll get me horny, which will help to flush out Bruce’s sperm – assuming there’s any left inside me.”
All three men stared at her. “You had sex with Bruce Harris?” asked Eric in surprise.
“It wasn’t sex!” said Kerry, shocked. “It was a complete accident. He was checking my vagina for drugs, you see...”
“With his cock?” inquired Gary.
“Yes!” said Kerry. “Well, it’s longer than his fingers, isn’t it?”
“I wouldn’t know,” said Eric, still kneading her right breast.
Kerry laughed. “I assure you, it is,” she said. “Anyway, due to a little misunderstanding, he came inside me, so I’ve been trying to flush his semen out with my own juices. Hopefully it’s worked – my husband Eddie and I are trying to have a baby, and I don’t suppose Eddie would be too thrilled if I had one of Bruce’s!”
“I’m sure he wouldn’t,” said Gary with a smirk, still kneading her left breast.
“Can you open your legs a little wider?” asked Declan. “I want to get a shot of that magnificent poo. Chaps, try to keep her nipples uncovered for the shots, okay?”
Kerry spread her thighs apart. “It’s not even my poo,” she said conversationally. “It’s from a portable toilet.”
“That explains why it smells so bad,” said Declan, squatting and taking more photos. “But whyever would you put poo from a portable toilet in your panties?”
“Long story,” said Kerry. “Hey ... Gary!”
The young man had bent down and taken her left nipple into his mouth. Seeing this. Eric bent over and began sucking on her right nipple.
“The light’s not so good in here,” remarked Declan. “Do you mind if we move this into the lobby?”
“I should really get going,” said Kerry. “Bruce and Natalie will be wondering what’s taking me so long.”
“Just a few more photos?” said Declan. “Please? Photographic opportunities like this don’t come along every day, you know – a beautiful woman almost naked with her panties full of poo.”
“Perhaps I should charge you a modelling fee,” Kerry teased him. “All right, Mr Flatterer – just a few more photos in the lobby. Gary, Eric, you’re going to have to stop sucking on my boobs now.”
The two young men reluctantly detached, and Kerry carefully climbed down from her stools. She followed Declan out into the lobby, where the photographer looked around for a good location, then walked over to a leather couch.
“Here,” he said. “Kerry, perhaps you could squat on the couch, with your knees wide apart, leaning back against it, with your arms stretched out along the top. Gary, Eric, you can sit either side of her.”
Kerry kicked off her shoes, climbed on to the couch, and squatted as instructed. Gary and Eric took their places next to her, and both resumed sucking on her nipples. Then Gary reached between her legs and began striking her pussy through her panties.
“Hey!” Kerry objected.
Gary stopped sucking long enough to say, “Didn’t you say you wanted to get aroused?”
“I suppose I did,” acknowledged Kerry reluctantly. “All right then.”
“Chaps, you’re rather blocking the view!” complained Declan.
“Sorry mate,” said Gary, leaning back a little so that the camera could see Kerry’s breast. Eric did the same, and grinned a little sheepishly at the camera.
“What I’d really like,” said Declan, “is a good look at all that poo. Not just as a bulge in your panties, Kerry, but the poo itself.”
“Okay,” said Kerry with a shrug.
“Gary, maybe you could pull her panties open?” suggested Declan. “So I can get a good shot of the pile of poo in the back?”
“My pleasure,” said Gary, pulling the front of Kerry’s panties towards him, exposing her pussy as well as the giant mass of poo nestling in the back of her panties.
“Great!” said Declan, snapping a few more photos.
“I’m feeling a little exposed here!” said Kerry anxiously.
“Never mind,” said Gary, looking down as he stroked her naked labia and clitoris with his fingers. “You have a very pretty pussy.”
“Thanks,” she said. “I suppose it’s not like it hasn’t been on display plenty of times before. Mmm, that’s rather nice ... thank you...”
“You’re welcome,” said Gary, and he continued to stroke her while Declan took more photos. Then he teased her labia apart, for a slightly more explicit view.
Kerry knew she was being rather naughty, or at least letting these men be rather naughty, but she was feeling quite light-headed, and a little reckless. She leaned back further, spread her thighs wider apart ... and when Gary gently inserted two fingers into her vagina, she did no more than gasp in pleasure.
“Oh, that’s awesome,” said Declan, taking more photos. “Now, how about we get some shots of you gentlemen taking a dump on Kerry?”
“I’m sorry?” said Kerry in surprise.
“Would you mind?” asked Declan. “I think it would be an amazing photo. Think of it: these two chaps taking a dump either side of you ... you catching hold of both turds and smiling at the camera. It’ll be epic!”
It struck Kerry as quite an amusing concept. “All right,” she said with a giggle. “I’ve handled plenty of other people’s poo in my time – I can certainly handle that.”
Gary and Eric glanced across at each other with raised eyebrows. Then they both nodded, stood up, and climbed on to the couch, unzipping their trousers in unison. A moment later, their bare buttocks were inches away from either side of Kerry’s head. Eric farted, and Kerry flapped her hand in front of her face. “Ewww!” she said.
Both men strained. Gary’s anus opened up first, and Kerry shuddered as she saw the thick knobbly head of his turd begin to poke through. When about two inches had emerged, on her other side Eric began to push out his own poo.
“Good!” said Declan. “Now Kerry, hold up your hand and support Gary’s turd with your fingers, and smile at the camera.
Kerry did so, and Declan took the shot while the end of Gary’s poo slithered over her fingers and into the palm of her hand.
“Now Eric’s!” said Declan. “Quick...”
Kerry turned to see Eric’s turd, slimmer and smoother than Gary’s, beginning to dip downwards as it reached six or seven inches in length. She caught it with her right hand opened out flat, palm upward, and smiled again for Declan.
“Excellent,” he said. “Now could you grab Eric’s turd in your hand, and kiss the end of it?”
“Ewww,” said Kerry, grimacing. “Bruce is always trying to get me to eat poo, and I’ve done it a couple of times ... but there’s no getting around the fact that poo tastes horrible.”
“I’m not asking you to eat any,” Declan assured her. “I’m just asking you to pose. I think it’ll be a cool picture.”
“All right then,” said Kerry, and she put her puckered lips up to the tip of Eric’s poo.
“Excellent,” said Declan. “Now stick out your tongue, and rest the end of the turd on your tongue. Oh jeez – Gary!”
Kerry felt Gary’s turd slipping out of her hand, and she instinctively closed her fingers around it.
“Sorry,” said Gary, “that was the end of it.”
“Never mind,” said Declan. “Can you start rubbing Kerry’s pussy with it?”
“Of course!” said Gary. He took it out of Kerry’s hand, brought it down to her exposed pussy, and began stroking her clitoris with the tip of the poo.
Kerry smiled, and stuck her tongue out, slipping it beneath the end of Eric’a turd. “Nice!” said Declan, taking more photos. But as Eric kept pushing, the poo slid quickly along her tongue and into her mouth. “Oh, that’s great!” said Declan, taking more photos.
Kerry was about to utter a muffled objection, when Gary began sliding his turd into her vagina. “Uhhhhmmn...” she said.
“Close your lips around it,” Declan instructed her. “Look like you’re sucking on it like it’s a cock.”
Kerry was not very happy about this idea, but Gary was now gently thrusting his poo in and out of her, which felt very nice... Caught up in the moment, she began to suck on Eric’s turd, swirling her tongue around it as it crept deeper and deeper into her mouth.
Declan could hardly believe his luck. He photographed Kerry from multiple angles. Wide shots took in her whole body, capturing the poo sliding in and out of her vagina as well as the poo she was sucking on. Close-ups of her pussy showed in detail her vagina distended around Gary’s thick turd, with the enormous mass of builders’ poo in the background, held in place by her sagging panties. Close-ups of her mouth showed the poo on her lips, and even on her tongue when she occasionally opened her mouth to stick it out.
Even the horrible taste of the poo was overwhelmed by Kerry’s intense arousal. As Gary fucked her faster and faster with his poo, she sucked harder on Eric’s ... with the result that it began dissolving in her mouth and, before she knew what she was doing, she had involuntarily swallowed a mushy chunk of it.
“Oh well,” she thought to herself. “In for a penny, in for a pound.” And she began to suck more poo into her mouth, almost greedily, sucking and chewing it up, and then swallowing it, while Gary brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
Eric’s poo now became thicker, and more lumpy, but Kerry bravely soldiered on, sucking it in and swallowing ... almost drinking it down. Her mouth had reached his anus – her face was pressed between his buttocks – and she was now eating his poo directly out of his rectum. Still it kept coming ... and coming ... but she did not mind at all. She was about to have an amazing orgasm, and for all she cared right down, her stomach could fill up entirely with poo.
In fact, Eric pushed out the last of his poo shortly before Kerry hit her climax. Hastily swallowing her final mouthful, Kerry moaned loudly and arched her back in ecstasy, while Declan eagerly photographed Gary ramming his turd in and out of her well-lubricated vagina. As she came down from her orgasmic peak, Gary pressed his turd inside her with the palm of his hand, compressing it and forcing it inward, stretching her vagina from within, until the poo no longer protruded out of her. He removed his hand, and Declan took a few photos of Kerry’s vaginal opening, stretched to a diameter of over three inches around Gary’s ball-like turd.
“Oh my God,” said Kerry, panting. “That was amazing.”
“YOU were amazing,” said Declan. “What a wonderful performance!”
Kerry blushed, and smiled. Then she gasped. “Bruce and Natalie!” she said. “I have to get back to them!” She climbed off the couch, put on her shoes, and adjusted her panties to cover her pussy once more. “Nice meeting you all!” she added. “Thanks for a lovely time!”
“Our pleasure!” said Gary, and Eric grinned.
“Really?” said Kerry. “I didn’t see any of you having an orgasm.” And she winked at them, as they laughed and nodded.
Kerry started towards the front entrance, but the taste of poo made her pause. Hurrying to the ladies’ toilet, she spent a few moments rinsing her mouth out with water from the basin. She was starting to feel a little queasy, but she did not want to throw up, so she simply had a quick drink of water, and hoped the poo in her stomach would all stay down.
Stumbling unsteadily back to the multi-storey car park, she found Bruce and Natalie in the same position in which she had left them. “Where have you been?” demanded Bruce, aggrieved, as she opened the driver’s door. “My legs are killing me!”
“I’m so sorry!” exclaimed Kerry. “I got ... waylaid.” And she told them what had happened.
“Oh my God!” exclaimed Natalie. “I can’t believe you ate Eric’s entire poo!”
“Neither can I,” admitted Kerry. “Being all horny and pissed on tequilas helped a lot, though.” Then she snapped her fingers. “Crap!” she said. “My bag! I think I left it at the bar!”
“You mean to tell me you’ve been away all this time,” said Bruce, “and you forgot the very thing you went out for?”
“Yes!” said Kerry. “I’m so sorry! I’ll go back and get it right away.”
“No!” said Bruce and Natalie together. Then Bruce added, “We’ll work something else out.”
“Well I’m not drunk,” said Natalie, but I am quite horny. Maybe I can try eating the rest of your poo, Bruce. If Kerry can do it, so can I. I think my stomach can handle it.”
“I wish you’d come to that conclusion half an hour ago,” muttered Bruce. “All right then – how shall we do this?”
Kerry reached in, grabbed hold of Bruce’s turd just above Natalie’s vagina, and snapped it off. She also broke it off at Bruce’s anus. This left her with a thick, fifteen-inch long turd, which she held in her hand while Bruce climbed out of the car. Natalie, too, having struggled up into a sitting position, got out with a little help from Bruce.
“All right,” said Natalie, eyeing the turd anxiously. “Let’s give this a try.”
“Just treat it like it’s a dick,” Kerry advised her as she handed over the poo. “Give it a nice blowjob, and then start swallowing. Would you like me to rub some poo into your pussy while you eat?”
“Thanks,” said Natalie gratefully. “That’ll probably help.”
Kerry reached into the back of her panties, and pulled out a small handful of builders’ poo. As Natalie began hesitantly licking the end of Bruce’s turd, Kerry reached between her friend’s legs, and began massaging poo into her pussy, working it sensuously into every crevice.
“Mmmm,” Natalie murmured, and she began sucking on Bruce’s turd with more confidence. Kerry continued to caress and stroke her pussy, and her arousal grew and grew ... and this did indeed help her to endure the awful taste of poo in her mouth. Sucking harder, she began swallowing pieces of it ... and the more she swallowed, the easier it got. In less than ten minutes, she had succeeded in eating the whole thing.
“Well done!” said Kerry. “Now, let’s call it a night, okay?” At least, that’s what she intended to say, but in her inebriated state it sounded more like, “L’done – now less call night, kay?”
“I’ve still got more poo!” said Bruce. “Can you eat it as it comes out, Natalie?”
The young woman shuddered. “I suppose so,” she said. She knelt down behind Bruce as he turned away from her, and spread his buttocks apart. “Okay – go,” she said.
Bruce began to strain, and a new turd emerged from his anus. Natalie closed her lips around it, and sucked it as it came out. To Kerry’s disgust, at this point he began masturbating. “Ugh Bruce,” she said. “Do you have to do that?”
“It’s a very arousing experience, taking a dump in a pretty girl’s mouth!” he said, a little huffily. “I’m allowed to enjoy it, aren’t I?”
Natalie paused, swallowed, and said, “I don’t mind if he enjoys it.”
“In that case, I apologise,” said Kerry. “Carry on, Bruce.”
But the moment was gone. “I’ve lost me stiffy!” Bruce lamented.
“I’m sorry!” said Kerry, feeling guilty. “Can I help you get it back?”
“Sure – it’ll probably come back if you suck on it,” said Bruce.
“All right,” said Kerry. “Least I can do.” She knelt down in front of Bruce, took his wilted penis into her mouth, and began sucking on it.
Bruce sighed happily, and continued pushing out his poo into Natalie’s mouth, while Kerry sucked his cock back to full erection. As it hardened, he grasped Kerry’s head with his hands, and gently began to fuck her mouth. He was soon hard, but Kerry, still feeling a sense of obligation, continued to suck him, and resigned herself to letting him come in her mouth. What made this situation especially arousing for Bruce was that he, unlike Natalie, knew that he still had a great deal of poo inside his bowels.
And so he pushed, and pushed, and his poo kept coming, and Natalie stoically carried on sucking and swallowing, over and over again, until her stomach felt terribly full. She was about to stop and tell Bruce she couldn’t possibly eat any more when, mercifully, the last of his poo slipped out of his anus.
Natalie chewed it up, and swallowed it. “Good grief, Bruce!” she said. “That was a lot!”
“Sorry,” he grinned. “Thanks Kerry – you can stop sucking now.”
Kerry pulled back in surprise. “You don’t want to come in my mouth?”
“Not just yet,” said Bruce, sounding a little apologetic. “It’s been a tiring day, I’ve got quite a way to drive, and the last thing I need is to put myself to sleep ... which an ejaculation at this juncture would almost certainly achieve.”
“Fair enough,” said Kerry. “Let’s get going, then.”
Once more, Kerry squatted on the passenger seat so that she would not squish her poo. Natalie, however, chose to remain naked, and merely sat in the back, with her dress beneath her in case of leakage from either orifice.
Having left the multi-storey car park, Bruce drove first to Natalie’s house. Having got out of the car, Natalie pulled her heavily-loaded panties back on, followed by her shoes, but she opted to carry her messy dress. “Goodnight,” she said to Kerry and Bruce. “Thank you for a very memorable evening!”
“You’re welcome,” said Kerry. “See you soon!”
“Thanks for helping with the toilet,” said Bruce.
“Any time!” said Natalie. “If you ever decide to employ an assistant in your work for Trinity Latrine, I’d be interested in the job.”
“I’ll keep you in mind,” said Bruce. “Goodnight Natalie.”
As Natalie headed up the path to her house, Bruce drove off. A short while later, he arrived at Kerry’s house. “Looks like Eddie’s home,” remarked Kerry. She picked up her handbag and climbed out, then retrieved her poo-filled dress from the boot. “Goodnight Bruce,” she said. “See you on Monday.”
“Goodnight Kerry,” Bruce replied.
As Kerry stumbled towards her house, she turned one of her heels over, staggered to the left, and bumped into a bush. “Oops,” she muttered.
Bruce got out of the car, trotted over, and took her arm. “How about I see you safely inside?” he suggested.
“Prob’ly not a bad idea,” said Kerry gratefully.
Bruce helped her to the front door, which opened just as they got there. Eddie was standing there; his jaw dropped when he saw Kerry.
“Good grief, Kerry, what happened?” he asked in concern. “Ugh, what’s that smell? It’s rank!”
“It’s the poo in her panties,” explained Bruce. “It’s not hers; it’s from a portable toilet that she helped me empty.”
Eddie buried his face in the crook of his elbow. “Seems like you had quite an evening,” he said. “Are you okay, Kerry? You seem a bit...”
“I’m a lot drunk,” said Kerry, and she giggled.
“Probably best if she goes straight to bed,” Bruce advised. “She might need your assistance cleaning up though. Her vagina’s full of poo, for one thing, and her dress will need to be emptied out. Then there’s her panties...”
“Ugh!” said Eddie, looking uncomfortable. “Can’t you deal with all that yourself, Kerry?”
“Sure!” said Kerry, swaying on the spot. She lurched over to the stairs, clutching the side of her panties in one hand, and her dress and handbag in the other, then promptly tripped on the bottom stair and fell flat on her face. “Oops!” she giggled.
“All right, I see what you mean,” said Eddie with a sigh.
“I could help, if you like,” Bruce offered. “The poo doesn’t bother me.”
“Would you?” said Eddie in relief. “Oh man, I’d be so grateful!”
“My pleasure,” said Bruce. He went over to Kerry, helped her up, and put his arm around her, reaching his hand under her right armpit and taking hold of her right breast. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs,” he said, reaching with his left hand beneath her left armpit to take hold of her left breast.
“Eddie, my boss is groping me,” said Kerry loudly, as she started climbing up the stairs, leaning against Bruce.
“He’s just trying to help you up the stairs, Kerry,” replied Eddie. “He’s going to help you get ready for bed, okay?”
“Okay,” replied Kerry, giggling.
Bruce led her up to the bathroom, where she stepped out of her overloaded panties. “How powerful is your toilet flush?” asked Bruce. “Can it cope with all this poo, do you think?”
Kerry shook her head. “Not a chance,” she said. “Don’t try to flush it. I’ll figure out what to do with it tomorrow.”
“How about the poo in your bowels?” asked Bruce.
Kerry thought for a moment. “It doesn’t seem to want to come out at the moment,” she said. “Looks like Dotty was right. I do want to clean out my vagina, though – it would be nice to have sex with Eddie tonight.”
“Then let’s give you a bath,” said Bruce. “Flush you out properly. You’ll need a shower after the bath, I imagine, but you should be pretty clean after that.”
“All right,” said Kerry, nodding.
Bruce ran her a nice deep bath, and she climbed in, naked, sighing as she leaned back in the tub. Bruce lathered up his hands with soap, and began massaging her neck and shoulders.
“Mmmm, that’s nice,” murmured Kerry, closing her eyes.
Bruce worked his hands down to her breasts, which he proceeded to massage soapily and thoroughly.
“Bruce...” said Kerry.
“Yes?” he said, gently pinching and pulling on her nipples.
“Do you think you’ll be able to hire Natalie?” asked Kerry. “I know she hates her job, and wants to quit.”
“Hmm,” said Bruce, now working his hands down Kerry’s belly. “Well it’s not really up to me. But if I tell my boss how helpful Natalie was this evening, she might be impressed enough to take her on.”
“See what you can do,” said Kerry.
Bruce slid his hand down further, cupping Kerry’s pussy. “All right,” he said, rubbing her clitoris with his middle finger, “let’s try to get this poo out of your vagina. Can you try clenching your vaginal muscles – see if you can squeeze it out?”
Kerry tried, pursing her lips and straining. But then she shook her head. “Gary really jammed it in there,” she said. “It’s like a big solid ball – it would be like giving birth, and I’d rather not go through that without nine months of pregnancy first, thank you very much!”
“So we’ll just have to break it up,” said Bruce. He reached down further, and slid three fingers into Kerry’s vagina; they sank into mushy poo, which got firmer the deeper his fingers sank. He scooped out a small handful, then shook his fingers in the water, which quickly turned brown and lumpy.
“Eddie!” Kerry called. “My boss is fingering my vagina!”
“I’m sure he’s just trying to get the poo out!” Eddie called back.
Kerry laughed. “Keep going, Bruce,” she said. “There’s loads more in there.”
“And I can’t reach most of it,” said Bruce. “My fingers aren’t long enough. I fear I may need to use my willy.”
Kerry chuckled. “How are you going to do that?” she inquired. “Climb in here with me?”
“I suppose I’ll have to,” agreed Bruce, and he began taking off his clothes.
Kerry watched, wide-eyed, as Bruce removed the last of his clothing and climbed into the bath with her. “You think this will work?” she asked.
Bruce regarded his semi-erect penis with annoyance. “Would you mind sucking on this, to get me hard?” he asked. “It won’t be much use to you otherwise.”
“Sure,” she said, sitting up. She had had Bruce’s penis in her mouth so many times now, it seemed as normal a part of her job as writing emails or entering data in spreadsheets or making Bruce’s tea or catching his poo in her panties. She popped the end of his cock in her mouth and began sucking.
Soon Bruce was hard, and Kerry lay back, spreading her legs as wide as the bathtub would allow. Bruce lay down on top of her, and slowly slid his erection deep into the poo in her vagina. With long strokes, he began to fuck her.
“Eddie, my boss just shoved his willy into my vagina,” Kerry called out.
“What?” said Eddie, opening the bathroom door and looking in. When he saw Bruce lying on top of his naked wife, and apparently fucking her, he exclaimed, “What the hell?”
Kerry giggled. “It’s all right,” she said. “He’s just trying to break up the poo in my vagina. His willy is longer than his fingers, so he’s using it to churn up all the poo.”
“Ugh!” said Eddie, screwing his face up. “Rather you than me, Bruce! I must say, you’re going above and beyond the call of duty there! I certainly wouldn’t want to stick my cock into a lump of poo.”
“All part of the service,” said Bruce, humping away with increasing speed.
“Some privacy though, perhaps?” said Kerry. “It’s a little embarrassing for me, having you see me like this.”
“Oh – sure,” said Eddie, backing out of the room. “Carry on.”
As Bruce continued fucking Kerry’s vagina, the poo inside her gradually turned more and more mushy, and soon it was squirting out of her with each of Bruce’s thrusts. After a while, Bruce pulled out, and swished his cock around in the murky brown water. “Can you try a few squeezes?” he asked.
Kerry squeezed, and a flood of soft poo poured out of her vagina. When she relaxed, lumpy brown water flowed back in. She squeezed again, and again, and again ... and soon most of the poo was out of her. “That feels much better!” she said. “Thank you Bruce!”
“Don’t mention it,” said Bruce. “Let’s let the water out, and shower ourselves off.”
They did so, but there was so much poo in the bath that, as the water drained away, the poo clogged up the plughole. Then the water from the shower had nowhere to go, and of course the water level in the tub began to get deeper again.
Kerry rinsed herself off, then Bruce did the same. “You’ll still have some residual poo inside you, I should imagine,” he said.
Kerry nodded. “I thought maybe the shower head...?” She pulled it off the wall. It was very rounded in shape, not too broad, and with no sharp corners.
“Perfect!” said Bruce. “Bend over, and I’ll shove it inside you.”
Kerry turned around and bent over, and Bruce slid it easily into her vagina. Immediately, brownish water started pouring out of her; Bruce turned the shower head around and around, thrusting it slowly in and out in the process, until the water coming out of Kerry had been completely clear for over a minute.
“There,” he said, pulling the shower head out of her. “Clean as a baby’s bottom.”
“Thank you!” said Kerry, standing up. She lifted one foot, and once Bruce had rinsed it off, she stepped out of the tub. She lifted her other foot, and Bruce rinsed that one too.
While she was drying herself off, Bruce rinsed his own feet and stepped out of the tub. Then he reached down and pushed the poo away from the plughole, so that the water could drain out. For a while the plughole kept getting covered up again, but Bruce continued to clear it, and eventually the water had all drained away, leaving a large pile of mushy poo heaped around the plughole. Bruce washed his hands clean, then he looked around. “A towel...?” he said.
Kerry handed him her husband’s towel. “Here,” she said. Then she picked up her toothpaste and toothbrush.
Bruce dried himself, then got dressed. “I’ll be off, then,” he said. “Goodnight, Kerry.”
“Goodnight, Bruce,” she replied.
Bruce left the bathroom, and trotted downstairs, where he met Eddie. “She’s all yours,” he said. “All clean, inside and out.”
“Thanks mate,” said Eddie. “I appreciate your help.”
“Keep an eye on her tonight,” said Bruce. “She’s drunk, and her stomach’s full of poo. There’s a good chance she might throw up in her sleep, and you don’t want her choking on all that poo.”
“Ugh!” said Eddie, disgusted. “Okay...”
“Also,” continued Bruce, “the alcohol’s numbing effect on her bowels is likely to end at some point during the night; she may wake up and evacuate her bowels into the bed ... or possibly do so in her sleep. Either way, you should clean it up yourself and let her rest – she’s been through a lot this evening.”
Eddie was looking quite anxious. “God,” he said, “it sounds like it’s going to be a pretty gross, messy night!”
“It could well be,” agreed Bruce.
“Er,” said Eddie, “look, Bruce ... I know you’ve done an awful lot for Kerry already ... but do you think maybe you could stick around tonight, and watch over Kerry, and clean up any messes she makes? I’d pay you for your trouble, of course...”
“Oh!” said Bruce, surprised. “Well, I suppose I could spend the night here. My wife’s in Scotland at the moment, so she won’t mind.”
“Would fifty quid be sufficient?” asked Eddie. “I know it’s a lot to ask...”
“That’ll be fine,” said Bruce. “So, I’ll sleep in your bedroom with Kerry, then? Where will you sleep?”
“I’ll take the spare room,” said Eddie, pulling two twenty pound notes and a ten out of his wallet and handing them to Bruce. “Thanks Bruce – you’re a lifesaver!”
“I’ll just go and get ready for bed, then,” said Bruce. “I don’t have any pyjamas with me, so I’m afraid I’ll be sleeping in the nude.”
“Oh ... well, don’t worry about that,” said Eddie. “Kerry usually sleeps naked too.”
“All right then!” said Bruce. “Have a good night, Eddie.”
“I’ll come with you and say goodnight to Kerry,” said Eddie.
“Okay,” said Bruce, and he followed Eddie upstairs.
Kerry was already in bed. “Hi honey,” she said with a seductive smile. “Oh – Bruce!”
“Bruce is going to sleep with you tonight,” said Eddie, sounding apologetic. “He thinks it might get messy, with all the poo in your stomach and bowels.”
“Oh!” said Kerry. “Well I suppose it might... But Eddie, I’m horny!”
“Hush!” said Eddie, glancing nervously at Bruce, who was pulling down his y-fronts. “We’ll have plenty of quality time together this weekend, I promise.”
Bruce, now naked, climbed into bed next to Kerry. “How are your bowels feeling?” he asked.
“Very full, but very still,” said Kerry. “No urge to do a poo.”
“Hmm,” said Bruce, frowning. “I do hope all that alcohol hasn’t constipated you. That would be ... unhealthy. Even dangerous, with the volume of poo inside you.”
“Uh-oh,” said Eddie, looking worried. “How do we get things moving again?”
“I’m not sure I’d be too concerned right now,” said Bruce, “since the alcohol’s still in your system, Kerry. But it probably wouldn’t hurt to massage your bowel a bit ... try to wake it up.”
“How do we do that?” asked Kerry, wide-eyed.
Bruce pulled the covers back, revealing Kerry’s naked body down to her knees. He placed his hand on her abdomen, and began to massage her flesh, making slow circles. “This is one way,” he said. “A more effective way would be via the vagina; we could massage the bowel directly through the vaginal wall.”
“You seem to know a lot about this stuff, said Eddie. “Have you had medical training?”
Bruce shook his head. “My wife, Maggie, has had some issues with constipation over the years,” he said. “I’ve learned a lot about the symptoms and treatment.”
“Lucky for us, eh Kerry?” said Eddie.
“I should warn you,” said Bruce, “if we do get things moving, Kerry might start doing a poo immediately.”
“Ugh ... okay,” said Eddie. “Well, the sheets can be washed.”
“Is anything happening?” asked Bruce.
“Not yet,” said Kerry.
“All right,” said Bruce. “Spread your legs, and I’ll try it via your vagina.”
Kerry looked uncertainly at Eddie, who nodded and gestured for her to go ahead. She pulled her knees back and held them wide apart with her hands, giving both Eddie and Bruce a very explicit view of her pussy and vagina.
Bruce slid a finger inside her, and gently thrust it in and out. “Hmm,” he said. “A finger’s not going to be too effective.” He inserted a second finger, and continued to rub her vaginal wall. “Need something thicker, really.”
“How about a penis?” asked Kerry brightly. She was still hoping for a bit of sex with Eddie.
“That might work,” agreed Bruce. “A large dildo might be even better.”
“We don’t have any,” said Kerry.
“Hmm,” said Bruce. “A turd, then – a good, thick, firm one. I’m sure we can find one somewhere in your panties.”
“But I just cleaned myself out!” said Kerry, in a rather pained voice. Nonetheless, the thought of being fucked by a poo again was not entirely unappealing. “Can we try the penis option first?”
“Yes that would be preferable,” said Eddie. “Although, I’m not sure I’ll be much help – all this poo talk is a big turn-off for me.”
“I’m happy to oblige,” said Bruce, kneeling up next to Kerry, his cock at half-mast.
“That’s most kind of you,” said Eddie. “Under normal circumstances, of course, I wouldn’t permit any other man to put his willy anywhere near Kerry’s vagina, but this is in a good cause.”
Kerry sighed. “And it’s not like his cock hasn’t been inside me twice already today,” she said. “I forgot to tell you, Eddie, but Bruce had to check me for drugs earlier.”
“Oh!” said Eddie. “Damn it – those new security precautions are crazy!”
Kerry nodded. “Come on then, Bruce.”
“Do you have any lube?” asked Bruce. “We should get you well-lubed inside, in case we need to use a turd as well.”
“Just the sperm-friendly stuff we use for trying to get pregnant,” said Kerry.
Eddie fetched a tube from his bedside table. “Ferti-lotion,” he said. “It supposedly helps the sperm swim to the cervix.”
“That’ll do,” said Bruce. “Um, perhaps you’d like to lube Kerry up? I feel like I’m monopolising her vagina here; it would be appropriate I think if you, as her husband, were involved at least a bit.”
“Yes – good idea – thank you,” said Eddie. He squirted some of the lube on to his fingers, then reached over and began massaging it into Kerry’s pussy.
“Thank you Eddie,” said Kerry, smiling at him. “That’s nice.”
As Eddie slid two fingers inside Kerry, to get some of the lube inside her, Bruce climbed between Kerry’s legs and positioned himself on top of her, supporting himself with his hands planted either side of her shoulders. His erect cock was inches from her vagina.
“Eddie, would you mind slapping a bit of that lube on me willy while you’re down there?” asked Bruce. “Every bit will help.”
“Oh!” said Eddie, uncomfortably. “Um, okay...” He squirted some more lube on to his fingers, then, grimacing with revulsion, he reached out, gripped Bruce’s erection in his hand, and slid it up and down, coating it with lube.
“Great, thanks,” said Bruce. “Now just guide me in, there’s a good chap.”
Eddie held on to Bruce’s cock, and pointed it at his wife’s vaginal opening as Bruce lowered himself down. As the tip of Bruce’s penis penetrated Kerry and sank a couple of inches inside, Eddie let go with a shudder. “I think I’ll go and wash my hands!” he said with a chuckle, as Bruce began slowly thrusting inside Kerry.
“Okay Babe,” said Kerry. “Don’t go to bed without kissing me goodnight, will you?”
“Of course not,” he said with a smile. “Um, how long do you think you’ll need to do that for, Bruce?”
“Until Kerry’s bowels start moving,” replied Bruce. “Could be a while. Best not to rush these things. I’ll keep doing this for about fifteen minutes, then I’ll stop. If nothing happens, I’ll try again several more times throughout the night.”
“Thanks Bruce,” said Eddie. “You’re a trooper. Just try not to come inside Kerry, okay? She’s not on the pill because we’re trying to have a baby.”
“Yes, I know,” said Bruce, thrusting a little harder. “I can’t make any promises, though – it’s not easy to thrust your willy inside a beautiful woman for fifteen minutes without climaxing.”
“Good point,” said Eddie, nodding. “Just do your best, but I’ll understand if you accidentally come inside her. The most important thing is to get her bowels working again.”
Kerry wrapped her legs around Bruce’s back. “Maybe try a little harder and faster, Bruce?” she suggested.
“Okay, I’ll leave you to it,” said Eddie. He went into the bathroom, and almost gagged at the smell of poo in there. He brushed his teeth hastily, then washed his face, and then he returned to the bedroom, where he was surprised to find Bruce and Kerry French-kissing while Bruce continued to fuck her. And with his right hand, Bruce was groping Kerry’s left breast.
“Hey,” he said. “Why the kissing?”
Kerry broke off from the kiss. “Bruce was getting a little soft,” she said. “He felt a kiss would get him more excited, and therefore harder.”
“Ah, that explains it,” said Eddie, nodding, as Kerry locked lips with Bruce again. “Well, goodnight Kerry.” He bent over and kissed her shoulder.
“Uhhh ... uhhhh ... UUUHHHH!!!” Bruce groaned with pleasure as his semen gushed deep into Kerry’s vagina in a series of copious spurts.
“Bruce!” said Kerry reproachfully.
“Sorry,” said Bruce guiltily. “I fear your vagina will be awash in my semen by tomorrow morning.”
“Oh dear,” said Eddie fretfully. “I do hope you don’t get pregnant from this, Kerry!”