Louise's Program
by Arthur Saxon
arthursaxon@zombieworld.com
Louise Rhodes had always enjoyed defecating, to a certain extent. The sensation of having her anus forced open, and then the feeling of a warm, soft (or sometimes not so soft), moist poo sliding through her anal opening, caressing the muscular walls of her sphincter as it passed, she found quite sensual. So it was not an unwelcome experience when she felt a familiar pressure against the inside of her anus.
Unfortunately, this was not a very convenient time. Louise was currently working on a terminal in the computer lab, and was not about to relinquish her seat so that she could go to the toilet - there were several boys hanging around waiting for one of the occupied computers to become available, and they had scant regard for whether anybody was already logged on or not. So, she ignored the pressure, and continued writing her program.
It was not hard for her to keep her poo confined. She had always had strong bowels, and often four or five days would go by between her faecal expulsions. This had in the past caused problems - sometimes her productions were of such a size that even repeated flushings would not get rid of them. When this happened she would use a brush, if available, or occasionally her hand (which she did not enjoy at all).
The computers in the lab were old, and simple, but as learning tools for young programmers they were adequate. At the moment Louise was writing a text-based adventure game, but she was beginning to grow weary of writing location descriptions, and soon decided to turn her attention to something else. She saved the program, and started a new one.
'REM Decision-Making Program,' she typed, then she paused, wondering what decisions she could cause the computer to make for her.
'DIM decision$(10)', she continued. Then, 'decision$(1)="Go to the toilet"'.
She frowned, the thought occurring to her that she probably would not like anyone to see the computer tell her to go to the toilet. She amended the text to 'GTTT' instead, reasoning that she alone would know what it meant. The next decision, decision$(2), she set to 'SHUCT', which stood for 'Stay here until closing time'.
She then wrote a small procedure to generate a random number and thus select a decision for her. Satisfied, she saved and ran the program. 'GTTT', the computer told her.
"Rats," she muttered. Then she thought, 'Well, it didn't say when I had to go to the toilet.' She changed the code a little and added new options to specify a time when she would have to go. Running the program again, she obtained an answer of fifteen minutes.
She sighed. Fifteen minutes was far too short a time. Still, her decision-making program had spoken, and who was she to argue? But what could she do in the next fifteen minutes? The only thing she could think of was to continue modifying her program.
'Okay,' she thought to herself. 'We'll make this a little more interesting. Where should I go to the toilet?' With eight options to specify, she tried to think of eight possibilities. 'Let's see… decision$(1)="this building", decision$(2)="Harriet House (ground floor)", decision$(3)="Harriet House (first floor), decision$(4)=… hmm, how about "in the woods"!'
The thought of this sent a shiver down Louise's spine. What if she got caught defecating in the woods? But there was only a 1 in 8 chance that she would have to, anyway… She set the next four options to "Harriet House (ground floor)", since that was by a long way the most sensible option. She did not particularly want to have to go in the Technology building, since there were only two stalls and she did not want to have to deal with an obstinate poo in such a small toilet.
She ran the program. The decision was "Harriet House (ground floor)". Louise felt strangely disappointed. She shrugged to herself, and continued to work on the program. Maybe she could take another risk or two - the adrenaline rush had felt good.
decision$(1)="LTDU". Louise's heart began to beat faster. This stood for 'Leave Toilet Door Unlocked'. decision$(2)="MWOT" ('Masturbate While On Toilet'). decision$(3)="TPAICO" ('Touch Poo As It Comes Out').
Louise's imagination was racing as fast as her heart while her fingers danced across the keys. This was so daring! Each of the options she came up with were things she had never done before, and feared doing, and her palms were beginning to sweat as she contemplated the consequences of each decision being selected. Eventually she had eight to choose from and, with some trepidation, she ran the program.
Her jaw dropped and her heart pounded in her chest. The computer had selected decision number seven - 'PIP'. Her thoughts in a whirl, Louise looked at her watch. Her fifteen minutes were up. It was time to go back to her boarding house and carry out the instruction that the computer had given her.
As she trudged up the drive towards Harriet House, she thought upon how she would effect this instruction. 'PIP' stood for 'Poo In Panties', an option she had chosen pretty much because she was running out of ideas for daring things to do in a defecating context. But it was the most frightening of the lot, and Louise was not at all sure if she wanted to carry it out. However, she was not about to cheat the program - after all, if she was not going to abide by the computer's decisions then why bother asking it to make decisions anyway?
She entered the house and walked slowly into the toilets on the ground floor. They were empty. This was something to be thankful for, at any rate. Louise picked her preferred stall and entered, locking the door behind her. She lifted her skirt, and sat down on the toilet. It felt odd, sitting there with her panties still up. She pulled several sheets of toilet paper out of the dispenser on the stall's partition wall, and carefully tucked them into her panties in order to catch whatever came out. She did not particularly want to mess up her panties.
She began to strain, then stopped as she felt a rush of pee flow unbidden from her bladder. She clenched just in time, then reached down to pull her panties aside. She had been instructed to poo in her panties, not to pee in them. She emptied the contents of her bladder into the toilet bowl, then replaced her panties over her crotch once more.
Straining hard, she felt a large poo begin to push its way through her anal opening. Puffing slightly with the effort, Louise pushed harder, and her anus started to widen as the poo forced its way through into her panties. It connected with the paper and began to push her panties outwards. Here Louise paused. She could not believe she was really doing this! But it felt nice, and the smell was not too bad - yet.
Louise now encountered a problem. The poo seemed to have emerged as far as it could. The force pushing it out was now perfectly balanced against the force of her panties trying to push it back in. In an attempt to resolve this situation, Louise pulled her panties down a couple of inches in order to give the poo more room. She also stood up, standing with her legs bent and her knees wide apart. Bending over, she looked back at the growing bulge in the back of her panties. As she continued to push, the bulge grew, and she watched, fascinated. She could feel the pressure building up again, and this time she decided to put an end to the experience. If much more emerged, then her panties would have a hard time coping with the load.
She clenched her anal muscles and the poo was cut off abruptly. What remained outside stayed where it was, braced between her closed anus and the paper in her panties. Louise carefully began to pull her panties down. As the poo lost its support, it suddenly fell down, landing mostly on the paper, but also partially on the unprotected material at the side of her panties. She cursed under her breath.
Using the remainder of the paper, she carefully picked up the poo and dumped it in the toilet. She took some more paper from the dispenser and wiped at the small brown stain the poo had left in her panties. It was not as bad as she had feared, and was soon almost completely removed, apart from a little mark that she could hardly even see, let alone smell. Satisfied, she wiped herself, pulled her panties up, and flushed the loo. Exiting the stall, she reflected that the experience had been a lot easier than she had expected, and a lot more fun!
The following day, Louise could hardly wait to get back to the computer lab so that she could add some new features to her program. She had made some notes during her Geography lesson that morning, and after hockey in the afternoon she returned to the computer lab and fortunately found a free terminal. Half an hour later she had considerably extended her program's size and sophistication.
All of the options now focused on risks she could take the next time she went to the toilet. There were now twenty of these options, ranging from the relatively easy (PWDU - Poo With Door Unlocked), to the adventurous (PIPWOP - Poo In Panties Without Paper) to the positively frightening (PIBT - Poo In Boys' Toilet). She then added a new procedure to decide what time she should follow the instruction.
She ran the program, and her heart leapt into her mouth as the letters 'PIPWOPsm' appeared on her screen. The 'sm' suffix meant that she had to 'smear' the poo around in her panties. And she had to do this at 10:25 pm. That was a good time, fortunately. The juniors would be in bed, and her contemporaries would be mostly in their rooms or in each other's rooms, none of which was on the ground floor. If any toilets were used, they would be the ones on the first or second floor. She was not likely to be disturbed.
She could think of nothing but her forthcoming adventure for the rest of that day. The afternoon lessons came and went, and she learned little. At supper she ate heartily, for she now had an incentive to generate plenty of poo. Prep in the evening passed slowly, and she ignored her homework in favour of thinking up new options and listing them on a piece of paper. She could not wait to add them to her program, though some of them were rather scary.
At 10:20, she left her room quietly and crept down the corridor towards the stairwell. She descended, entered the toilets, and went into her preferred stall. Taking off her skirt, she sat down with a rush of excitement that accompanied the strange feeling of sitting on the toilet with her panties still up. This time, she was not allowed to use paper, and so she simply began to strain.
Once again, pee flowed unbidden, but this time she let it go. 'After all,' she reasoned, 'my panties are going to get pretty messy anyway.' The crotch of her panties quickly became soaked, as her urine poured through it. It was actually rather a liberating experience, and Louise decided to incorporate some peeing options into her program.
Then her poo began to emerge. It was another large one, and blood suffused her cheeks as she strained hard to expel it. She felt her anus dilate to a great width as her poo slowly thrust forward. It hit her panties and started to push them outwards, but there was a little less resistance this time since there was no paper. Louise planted her feet on the floor and lifted her bottom off the seat, looking back through her legs to see what was going on. She saw the material of her panties bulging to a rounded point below where her anus was, and as she continued to push, the bulge grew. A dark spot had appeared where the cotton was stretched thinnest.
Then the poo stopped coming out as the panties' elasticity was pushed to the limit. It was time to start smearing. Louise carefully lowered her bottom towards the edge of the toilet seat, guiding the tip of the bulge on to the hard black plastic. It connected, and she lowered herself further. As her poo was compressed, she felt the strange sensation of the poo trying to push its way back inside her rectum. This was not going to happen, though - the pressure from inside was too great. Louise fought to control her sphincter's contraction reflex, and managed to preserve the integrity of the poo that was still half inside her. She rested more and more of her weight on her bottom, and the poo slowly squished and oozed in every direction. She felt its warmth and stickiness spreading across her buttocks, up the crack of her bottom and forwards into the groove between her pussy lips. A sickly smell of freshly mashed poo began to fill the air, but Louise was too high on adrenaline to care. In fact, in her heightened state of excitement, the odour actually served to increase her pleasure.
Then, having relieved the pressure, she lifted her bottom off the seat and began to strain again, forcing more of her excrement out into her panties. The flattened 'pat' of her squished poo was pushed away from her bottom, though it still stuck in places to her skin and to the hair on her pussy. When a further four or five inches of her poo had emerged, she sat down on the new production, squishing it firmly against her flesh. As she pressed her crotch against the toilet seat, a rapidly diminishing chunk of her faecal matter surged along the groove between her labia, sliding over her vaginal opening and penetrating the hood of skin surrounding her clitoris. She ground her pussy against the seat, savouring the feeling of her clitoris being gently caressed by the soft, warm, squishy mass of her own poo. It was an experience like no other - Louise was in heaven.
And still there was more to come. Louise lifted her bottom off the seat and pushed once again. Another few inches emerged, and then she sensed the tapered end of the poo reaching her sphincter. As it popped out into her panties, her anus closed up automatically. She sat back down, slowly, closing her eyes and smiling with sheer pleasure as the spreading mass reached even further forwards than before. She looked down and pulled the front of her panties open. There it was, a flattened wedge of golden-brown poo that nestled against her pubic hair.
The instruction that the computer had given Louise was now fulfilled, yet she was reluctant to end the adventure just yet. This was all so new, and thrilling, and wonderfully arousing! She let go of her panties, then placed the flat of her hand over the bulge that showed the limit of her poo's forward progress. Pressing it against her pussy, she felt the poo squish into her pubic mound, her hair becoming saturated with the messy stuff. At the same time, she wiggled her bottom against the seat, and her anus slid around smoothly against the material of her panties, lubricated by the thinly-smeared stool.
Her hand drifted towards her clitoris, and she began to rub it through the poo-sodden material of her panties. She closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure, opening her legs wide and rocking back and forth on the seat as she began to masturbate in earnest. Despite her initial desire to keep her hands as clean as possible, she now abandoned herself to the mess and slipped her right hand inside the front of her panties, pushing her fingers down through the mass of poo to reach her clitoris. She breathed in deeply, the sickly stench saturating her nostrils, and moaned softly as she felt orgasm approach.
She reached behind herself with her left hand and discovered a large bulge in the back of her panties at the base of her spine. She squished this downwards and to both sides, massaging poo into her buttocks. Most of the inside of her panties was now coated with poo to a certain extent, with the majority of the mess gathered in a long ridge along the gusset, pressing into her pussy and anus. Louise moaned again, her breath coming in gasps, as she brought herself to a knee-trembling orgasm that sent waves of pleasure flooding through her whole body. Panting slightly, she leaned back against the cistern and smiled happily to herself. Bathed in ecstasy, she remained on a sexual high for several minutes.
Then the pleasure began to fade as she came down slowly from that peak. She sat up straight and turned her thoughts to the clean-up process. Looking down, she cursed as she realised the bottom of her white shirt now bore a brown streak where it had fallen against her thigh. Deciding not to risk getting any more mess on it, Louise unbuttoned the shirt, took it off, and dropped it on the floor on top of her skirt.
She stood up and looked down. The seat was covered in poo where she had been sitting. Well, that would be easy to clean off. Less easy, she thought grimly to herself, would be her pubic hair. She did not dare risk going to the showers, even at this time of night - some of the other girls took late night showers before they went to bed.
Louise kicked off her shoes and contrived to removed her socks, too, without using her hands. This was tricky and she almost fell over - the thud as her shoulder fell against the stall partition made her freeze nervously. But nobody appeared to investigate, so she continued. Very carefully, she pulled her panties down, trying to hold the leg holes wide open so that she would not get poo on her legs. For the most part, she succeeded, although as she was stepping out of the left leg hole a chunk of poo dropped from her buttock and landed partially on her right big toe. She cursed again. This was not so much fun.
She lowered her panties into the toilet bowl and began to wash them out, grimacing with disgust as she was obliged to scrape the mess off with her hands. The water in the bowl quickly turned brown and became full of floating pieces of poo. She used her elbow to flush, and as the water poured out from beneath the rim she hurriedly washed her panties out under the downpour. When the flow ceased, she was pleased to see that her panties were reasonably free of bits, although they were still a long way from being clean. She wrung them out and placed them on the top of the cistern.
Next she pulled some toilet paper out of the dispenser and wadded it up into a ball which she dipped briefly into the toilet bowl. She began with her pubic hair, wiping it with the wet paper in short downward strokes. In hardly any time the paper had become so filthy as to be useless. She dropped it in the bowl and pulled out more paper. This, too, was applied to her pubic hair, and before long its usefulness was also at an end. Louise sighed.
Ten minutes later, she had managed to clear most of the poo out of her hair. It was not a perfect job, but it would have to do until she got to the shower. 'Next time I do this,' she told herself, 'I must remember to shave my pussy first.' She pulled some more paper out and began to wipe the mess off her thighs. She was a little dismayed to see that the dispenser was almost empty. She would have to get some more paper from the next stall.
She used up the last of the paper, then cautiously opened the door of her stall and stepped out. As quickly as she could, while moving rather gingerly since she did not want to drop any more poo, she entered the next stall and pulled a large handful of paper from its dispenser. Returning to her own stall, she closed and locked the door, sighing with relief.
The water in the toilet bowl was becoming rather brown again, so she flushed once more. She then moistened some paper, and began to work on her buttocks. This was not as easy as she had hoped, since she could not see what she was doing, but at least she no longer had to contend with matted hair.
Half an hour after her orgasm, Louise was clean…ish. With the last of the paper, she wiped down the toilet seat and cleaned the floor where the lump of poo had fallen. She put her skirt back on, and her shirt, and finally her socks and shoes. She surveyed the toilet stall with satisfaction. There was no trace of her adventure.
Leaving the toilets, she made straight for the locker room, and was pleased to find it dark. She switched the lights on, glad to have the showers to herself. Undressing quickly, she skipped into the adjacent shower room, and turned on the water. When it became warm enough, she stepped underneath the shower head and began to wash herself thoroughly.
Before long she was clean, so she fetched her panties from the locker room and brought them back to wash them out properly with soap. When they were clean and white again, she took her shirt into the shower and carefully washed the corner that had got messy. Finally, satisfied that both she and her clothes were now completely clean, she turned off the shower, dried herself off, got dressed and went upstairs to her room.
That night, as she drifted off to sleep, she reflected on her messy adventure. A smile came to her lips as she recalled the delicious sensations as her squishy poo slid over her flesh. The tedious and unglamorous clean-up process now did not seem quite so bad in the light of the immense pleasure she had derived from pooing in her panties.
As she drifted off into a happy sleep, Louise was contemplating new and ever more outrageous options to put into her program…
THE END
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