Kerry sat down very gingerly in the driver’s seat of her car, taking care not to squish the poo in her panties too much. Fortunately it had dried out a little during the afternoon, and acted like a large squishy cushion beneath her buttocks and pussy. Her labia splayed either side of the ridge in the middle, and her clitoris rubbed directly against the poo as she drove to her pre-arranged rendezvous with her husband.
He was waiting for her, with a big cheesy grin on his face. “Hi darlin’,” he said as she got out of the car. Then, “Whoa! What happened to you?”
She rolled her eyes. “Bruce happened, of course. This is mostly his poo.”
“Ugh – you’d think the man would learn to use a toilet,” said Eddie. He sighed. “My poor Kerry. Well, hmm, this is tricky … I was actually planning to surprise you with a trip to a fancy restaurant…”
“Ooh!” said Kerry excitedly.
“And I brought one of your nice dresses to wear, thinking you could change in the car … but I think you’ll struggle to pull it down over all that poo!”
“Oh!” said Kerry, crestfallen. “Well perhaps I can just drape it over the top of the poo, like I’ve done with my skirt?”
“I suppose that would work,” said Eddie. But then he had a brainwave. “Wait,” he said. “Marks and Spencer is just around the corner – why don’t I pick you up a fresh pair of panties there?”
“Brilliant idea!” said Kerry. “Thank you! We can just leave these poo-filled panties in the car.”
Minutes later, in great relief Kerry was changing out of her messy panties and into a beautifully clean white silk pair that Eddie had just bought. Then she put on her dress – a lime green minidress that stopped halfway down her thighs. Eddie grinned at her. “You look very sexy,” he said, reaching between her legs with his hand.
“Oh, don’t,” said Kerry uncomfortably. “My vagina’s full of poo.”
Eddie recoiled. “Ugh!” he said. “Yours, I hope?”
Kerry squirmed in embarrassment. “Partly,” she said. “But mostly it’s dog poo.”
Eddie gagged. “Dog poo??” he exclaimed.
“My rectum’s full of it too,” she apologised. “Bruce stuffed it in there because the bin men had just been and he didn’t want it stinking up the skip until next week.”
“There must have been a better way!” said Eddie in dismay. “Couldn’t he have just filled your panties with it, instead of putting it all the way inside you?”
“But then I’d have stunk of dog poo!” said Kerry. “At least inside me, you can’t smell it – you can only smell my own poo.”
“True,” admitted Eddie. “But ugh! I was hoping to have sex with you later!”
“Um, there’s something else,” said Kerry, hanging her head in shame. “Bruce, um, used his penis to push the poo deeper inside me.”
“Bruce put his penis in your vagina?” gasped Eddie in disbelief.
“And in my anus,” said Kerry. “And in my mouth, actually…”
Eddie shook his head. “Oh Kerry,” he said with a sigh. “That man takes way too many liberties with you. I’m sorry I don’t earn enough to let you be a housewife…”
“Oh don’t be silly,” she chided him gently. “I can handle it. Come on – let’s just go to this fancy restaurant of yours.”
The dress was rather low-cut, and the poo sticking out of her bra cups was actually peeping above her neckline, but fortunately their waitress did not say anything as she led them to their table. “What can I get you to drink?” she asked, once they were sitting down.
But at that moment, Kerry winced in pain as the dog poo in her rectum pressed unbearably against her anal sphincter. She gasped, and let her anus open up. Immediately, the densely-packed dog poo began to emerge. “Oh dear!” she said anxiously. “I seem to be having a bit of an accident…”
“Uh-oh,” said Eddie nervously. “Can you make it to the toilet?”
“I don’t think so!” said Kerry, and she bore down hard, pushing the thick column of dog poo out as quickly as she could. Her panties tented downwards, and she hoisted her dress up around her waist so that she could reach back to cup the bulge. She squished it, and the poo spread out as it flattened against her buttocks. She carried on pushing, and as more came out, she worked it into a flattish wad in the back of her panties.
“Ugh!” exclaimed the waitress. “That smells like … dog poo!”
“It is,” said Eddie, pulling his t-shirt up over his nose.
“Oh my god!” said the waitress, gagging. She turned away just in time as she threw up, a torrent of vomit pouring from her mouth. Unfortunately, she had inadvertently turned towards a father and daughter who were sitting at the next table. The daughter, a rather busty young blonde woman in a pretty white dress, was directly in the firing line, and she shrieked as the waitress’s vomit splashed over her chest and poured into her extensive cleavage.
“Good heavens!” exclaimed her middle-aged father.
“Oh God, I am so sorry!” cried the waitress.
“That’s okay, it’s understandable,” said the blonde, glaring at Kerry, who was still pushing out more dog poo into her panties. “I rather feel like puking myself.”
“Me too,” said her father, looking ill. “And if you don’t mind, Natalie, since you’re already messy…” He leaned over, his cheeks puffing out, and then he opened his mouth as his own vomit surged out, cascading over his daughter’s breasts and pouring into her cleavage.
“That’s okay Dad,” said Natalie, and then she quickly put her hand over her mouth as she, too, threw up. Her vomit sprayed downwards, showering her breasts and top, and pouring down into her cleavage after her father’s puke and that of the waitress.
“God, I’m so sorry about all this!” said Kerry, fighting down the urge to vomit as well. She was still pooping, although her panties were now very full of dog poo and beginning to sag dangerously low. Unfortunately these panties were rather skimpy and flimsy, and not designed for holding a lot of poo.
“Yes, well, whatever possessed you to stuff yourself full of dog poo!” demanded the waitress angrily.
“It’s a long story!” said Kerry.
“Ugh!” The waitress, looking rather green, turned to Natalie and said, “Once again, I’m so sorry about this. We have a washing machine in the back – if you’d like to slip out of your dress, I’ll go and wash it for you.”
“Thank you, that would be most kind,” said Natalie, getting up and reaching behind her back to unzip the dress. Vomit that had been collecting in her lap now poured down her legs to form a puddle on the floor. She pulled the dress down, revealing a lacy, rather see-through bra and a matching pair of panties, both of which were now soaked with vomit.
“Oh dear – would you like me to wash your underwear too?” asked the waitress.
“I think I’ll keep them on!” said Natalie, laughing. Then she changed her mind. “Perhaps just the bra.” She stepped out of her dress, then reached back and unclasped her bra. Pulling it off, she handed it to the waitress, who also picked up the dress.
“I’ll have these back to you within the hour,” she promised.
Natalie wiped vomit from her voluptuous breasts, and turned to Kerry. “Well, young lady, I hope you’ve got a good excuse for ruining my night out with my dad!”
But Kerry could only groan as an exceptionally large and hard-packed lump of dog poo reached her anus. She sank to her knees in front of Natalie, and pushed hard, trying to force it through. Eventually, her eyes watering, she managed to push it out into her overloaded panties, but then the smell of dog poo and puke finally got to her, and she felt her own vomit rising fast up her oesophagus.
“HUUURRRGGGHHHH!!!!” She reached out and pulled out the front of Natalie’s panties, which, she figured, were already soaked with vomit anyway. Her puke poured in, smothering the blonde’s shaved pussy and filling her panties almost immediately.
“Hey!” said Natalie. “For goodness sake… Ugh, I suppose it doesn’t make much difference. Here, you’ll find more room in the back.” She turned around, but Kerry was already finished. On her hands and knees, she wiped her mouth, then grunted as she pushed out the last of the dog poo.
“I’m so sorry about this,” she said, as Natalie helped her up. “You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Natalie. “I’m Natalie, by the way.”
“Kerry,” said Kerry. “Nice to meet you. This is my husband Eddie.”
“Fleaved po meep you,” said Eddie in a muffled voice from behind his t-shirt.
“Hi Eddie,” said Natalie. “And this is my dad, Godric.”
“Hi Godric,” said Kerry, extending her rather messy hand, which Godric shook gingerly before wiping his hand on his napkin. “Unusual name!”
“My parents were a little quirky,” said Godric with a chuckle. “Believe it or not I have a brother named Ethelwulf.”
The waitress returned, looking stressed, although her expression improved as she saw her customers apparently getting along well. “Miss, you can’t sit there with dog poo in your panties,” she said, as Kerry prepared to sit down.
Kerry sighed, and straightened up. “I suppose not,” she said. “I have a spare pair of panties in the car, but they’re full of my own poo.” This was not quite true, of course – most of the poo was Bruce’s, and a lot of it was dog poo, sealed up in the middle – but she did not feel like elaborating.
“That’ll be better than dog poo, at least,” said the waitress.
Kerry nodded. “Keys?” she said to Eddie.
“Oh.” Eddie fished his car keys out of his pocket and gave them to her.
Kerry hurried outside, keeping her dress up around her waist and out of the way of the nasty dog poo in her panties. She ignored a couple of wolf-whistles that were obviously aimed at her, and quickly unlocked the car and climbed in. She carefully pulled off her panties, keeping the huge pile of dog poo inside, and laid them on the back seat. Then she picked up her other, much fuller panties, and pulled them on. The poo inside them bulged out so far that she did not have a hope of pulling her dress down over them, and since her dress was currently completely clean, at least on the outside, she decided to keep it that way, and simply removed it rather than letting it drape atop her messy panties. It would also be a nice gesture of solidarity with Natalie, she thought to herself.
Having pulled off her dress, she realised that it was now painfully obvious that her bra was full of poo. Also, it seemed that her breasts might have squished the poo so much as to expose the dog poo in the centre, because there was a distinct odour of dog poo coming from them. With a sigh, she took off her bra, and then she climbed out of the car and went back inside the restaurant, clutching the sides of her over-full panties as she waddled. She could not help noticing that the poo inside her vagina was easing in and out as she walked, which was distracting, if in a rather disgusting way.
Eddie almost choked on his drink as he saw her enter. He grinned. “Looking good!” he said.
“Oh shut up,” said Kerry, not in the mood to be ogled, even by her husband.
“Good grief that’s a lot of poo!” exclaimed Natalie.
“Yes it is,” agreed Kerry. She slowly sat down on her chair, and the poo beneath her squished slightly and spread out, feeling like a comfortably soft, if somewhat moist and sticky, cushion. She glanced around the room. “Ugh, everyone’s looking at me.”
“Can you blame them?” said Eddie in amusement. “Actually a lot of them are looking at Natalie.”
“Yes, well, she’s got the big boobs,” said Kerry, feeling only slightly jealous.
“So, are you both ready to order?” asked the waitress, coming back to their table.
As she ordered, Kerry became aware that, in the corner of her eye, Natalie at the next table had lifted her bottom off her seat. When the waitress turned to Eddie, Kerry looked over at Natalie, and her eyes widened as she saw a bulge growing in the back of Natalie’s panties. Natalie caught her eye and grinned.
When the waitress had departed, Natalie leaned over and said, “Well I needed to go, and my panties were messy anyway, and it won’t make much difference to the smell in here!”
“You just feel free and go ahead,” said Kerry with a slight smirk. “Who am I to judge?”
“Dear me, Natalie,” said Godric with a frown. “Don’t tell me you’re doing a poo in your panties too? I thought you gave that up when you turned twenty.”
“Apparently not!” said Natalie, giggling. “Sorry Dad.” Then she bit her lip, and strained harder as she pushed out some more poo into her panties. There were now three good-sized turds in there, and she could feel that there was more to come. “Gosh, I’d forgotten how wonderful this feels!” she said.
Her father glanced around nervously. “Hush, dear,” he said. “Having an accident is one thing – people will understand. But enjoying it is another thing entirely…”
“Oooohhh,” crooned Natalie, cupping and squeezing her breasts as she pushed out yet another long, smooth poo. “It feels yummy!”
“She does look like she’s having fun,” remarked a long-haired young woman to her boyfriend at a nearby table. “Maybe I should give it a go.”
“You want to take a dump in your knickers?” inquired her bespectacled beau. “Jeez, Shelley, I know you like to experiment, but come on…”
“Oh lighten up, Hugh,” said Shelley. “It’s not like I’ll be the only one doing it.”
“Even so,” said Hugh with a frown. “I don’t want my girlfriend shitting herself in public.”
“I’ll let you grope me in front of everyone at the party on Saturday, if you let me do this,” she purred seductively.
Hugh licked his lips. “How much of a grope are we talking about?”
“Hand in panties, fingers in vagina,” she said. “Good enough?”
“Yeah!” he said. “All right – I suppose you can go ahead.”
“Cool!” she said with a grin. She stood up, took off her jeans, and laid them over the back of her chair. Then she began to strain.
“Oh no,” said Hugh. “If you’re going to copy those women, you need to do it properly. Take off everything but your knickers.”
“Oh but Hugh,” said Shelley nervously. “You know my breasts can’t compete with … those.”
“This isn’t a breast competition,” said Hugh, amused. “It doesn’t matter whose boobs are bigger. Come on – off with the shirt.”
Grumbling discontentedly, Shelley took off her thick check shirt, followed by her bra. “Happy now?” she said.
“Very,” grinned Hugh.
Shelley squatted next to her chair, and strained. As a poo began to slide out into her panties, the waitress came back. “Oh my god – not another one!” she said.
“You should try it yourself,” said Natalie, who had now finished her poo and was sitting with her buttocks and pussy surrounding by a large pile of her shit. “It feels awfully nice.”
“I know what doing a poo feels like, thank you!” snapped the waitress.
“Ah, but do you know what it’s like to do it in your panties?” asked Natalie, smiling mischievously. “It’s a different experience. So naughty, so sexy, so … delicious!”
“Well I don’t know about anyone else,” said Godric, “but I’d certainly like to see you out of that sexy little uniform.”
“Hear, hear!” said Hugh.
“Oh really?” inquired Shelley, staring disapprovingly at her husband as she began pushing out her second turd.
“Sorry darling,” said Hugh, looking chastened.
“Well, since so many other women are doing it,” said the waitress nervously, “I suppose I could give it a try…”
“Good for you!” said Godric.
“What’s your name, sweetie?” asked Natalie.
“Mollie,” said the waitress, taking off her apron. She unzipped her uniform, shrugged it off her shoulders, then pulled it down and stepped out of it. “I’ll keep my bra on,” she said.
“Where’s the fun in that?” said Natalie. “The rest of us are topless.”
“Yes, but I have to go back into the kitchen!” said Natalie. “They’re all men back there – they’ll tease me mercilessly!”
“They’ll do that whether you’re in your underwear or just your panties,” said Godric. “Might as well be just your panties.”
“I suppose so,” said Mollie with a fretful expression. She took off her bra, leaned on Hugh and Shelley’s table, and began to push. Curious, Godric reached over, pulled down the back of her panties, and watched as a thick turd began to descend from her anus. She squealed. “Don’t watch it!” she said.
But Godric was now actually prying her buttocks apart so that he could see better. “That’s a nice big one!” he said.
“Dad, pull her panties back up and let the poor girl enjoy the experience,” said Natalie. Rather reluctantly, Godric did so.
“Crazy day,” said Eddie to Kerry, as he watched Mollie fill her panties with poo. “I wonder what they’ll say back in the kitchen.”
“No idea,” said Kerry, chuckling, “but I’d love to be a fly on the wall when she goes back there.”
“I just hope she doesn’t get too delayed,” said Eddie. “We’ve only got an hour and a half until our film starts.”
“Oh – what are we watching?” asked Kerry.
“It’s a surprise,” said Eddie enigmatically. “Which panties will you be wearing?”
“These,” said Kerry. “The other ones stink too much.”
“So will you be wearing your dress, or not?”
“Depends how crowded the cinema is,” said Kerry. “If it’s not too crowded, I won’t bother, otherwise I’ll wear it and just let it sit on top of the poo.”
“Okay,” said Eddie. “Well, happy anniversary, baby.” He raised his glass, and clinked it against Kerry’s.
“Happy anniversary,” she replied, smiling happily.