The following morning, Lynn was munching
her cereal when her mother came down the stairs to join her.
It was just after eight o’clock – the two of them usually had
breakfast together at this time.
“Morning dear,” said Gina.
“Sleep well?”
“Fine thanks,” replied Lynn, and
then she noticed her mother’s attire. “Mum!
You look great!”
Gina grinned. “Thanks,” she said.
“I think you awoke in me something long forgotten.” She sat down at the breakfast table, while Lynn could not
take her eyes off her mother’s miniskirt.
“Gosh Mum, that’s quite short!
I’ve never seen you wearing something so … daring.”
“Thank you, I think.
The chaps at work will no doubt make similar comments.”
“I’ll bet!” said Lynn with a
chuckle. “Hey, what did Dad say
when he came in last night? I heard
raised voices from my room, but I didn’t dare come down to investigate.”
“Probably just as well.”
Gina sighed. “We had a bit of a row.”
“About me?”
“Yes.
Well, partly. He’s very
anxious that you don’t turn out like I did – he can’t bear to think of you
as a sexual being. In his mind
you’re still an innocent little girl and he doesn’t like to be reminded that
you’re growing up. Silly really.
Anyway, he didn’t even bother to wake me up before he left this
morning, which is never a good sign – he must still be pretty angry.”
“He’ll get over it,” said Lynn
with a shrug. She resumed eating
her cereal for a few moments, then a thought struck her.
“Mum, do you know how long it takes for a laxative to work?”
Gina frowned in puzzlement.
“A laxative? Why on Earth…? Are
you … having problems…?”
“No, I’m just curious.
How long do you think?”
“Well, I don’t know – a couple of
hours perhaps? Maybe longer –
I’m not sure.”
“Ah, okay.”
“Did you take one?” inquired Gina.
Lynn smiled sheepishly.
“Yeah, last night,” she said. “I’d
rather not explain why.”
Gina stared suspiciously at her
daughter. “Hmm,” she said.
“Well, on top of a curry I think you can expect some spectacular
results.”
“I only took half the stated dose,” said Lynn.
“I didn’t want to overdo it, what with having a curry as well.”
“Very wise. But I’m rather curious…
You want to give yourself diarrhoea?”
“Mum!
Please, I’d really rather not talk about it.”
Gina shrugged. “Well you brought it up, dear.
Do you want me to drive you to school?”
“Yes please. I have to be in early anyway.
Oh but Mum, I’m thinking of getting myself a bicycle.
I don’t suppose you could help me out with that, could you?”
“Sure, I suppose so.
Why do you want a bicycle all of a sudden?”
“Oh, just to keep fit,” replied Lynn
with an almost straight face.
“I’m sure.” Gina rolled her eyes. “Well
just be careful around your father – he’ll totally flip if he sees you
cycling to school in a short skirt.”
“He’ll just have to get used to it,” said Lynn. “I’m sure he’ll come around, especially since I’m
sure he has nothing fundamentally against exhibitionism.”
“What makes you say that?” inquired Gina.
“Well, I presume that’s what
attracted him to you, isn’t it?”
“Uh, no, not really.
I went after him, actually – not the other way around.
But it’s a long story and we don’t really have time for it now.
I want to leave by twenty to nine, so you’d better hurry.”
“I will.
Oh, but do you think we could leave a little before that?
I need to be at school at twenty to.”
“Well you’d better get moving.
Why do you need to be in so early?”
“Mr Dean needs to make sure that Julie and I are wearing skirts of a decent
length,” Lynn explained with an impish grin.
“We got into a bit of trouble last week.”
“Why am I not surprised?” remarked
Gina with a sigh. “Okay then,
we’ll leave in twenty-five minutes.”
“Thanks Mum,” said Lynn.
When Lynn arrived at school, she could
feel the laxative working. The
contents of her bowels were slowly but surely turning to mush. She had been pretty full to begin with, since both Julie’s
and Martin’s excrement was contained within her colon. Now, with last night’s curry working its way down her
intestines, the pressure on her anus was becoming almost irresistible.
She survived the first lesson, and the
second, with her buttocks tightly clamped together throughout.
During Break she hurried to the toilet and paced up and down, sweat
breaking out on her brow as she fought to keep her anal sphincter closed.
Every time she relaxed even slightly, a tiny amount of liquid poo would
seep out of her anus, and she would have to clamp herself shut again, then duck
into a stall and wipe away the brown mess.
She loved to poo in her panties, but this was not the time.
Not quite yet…
Break ended, and she sat at the back of
the classroom next to Julie during the following lesson, which was history with
Mr Dennis. Lynn could not
concentrate on what the teacher was saying – her head was pounding and the
blood was roaring in her ears as she struggled to keep her anus shut.
“Lynn, you look as if you’re about
to explode,” whispered Julie in concern.
“When are you planning to let it out.”
“When I can’t hold it in any
longer,” replied Lynn with her teeth clenched.
“Which could happen any minute now.”
“And you’re going to do it right
here?” inquired Julie in disbelief. “You’ll
get into terrible trouble!”
“Maybe,” Lynn whispered hoarsely,
“but this is going to be an adventure to remember.”
Then a tiny trickle began to ooze out of
her anus, and she knew the time had come. On
an impulse, she stuck her hand up in the air.
“Mr Dennis!”
Mr Dennis looked annoyed to be
interrupted in the middle of his discourse on the sequence of events leading up
to the breakout of the First World War. “Yes
Lynn?” he asked in some irritation.
“Sir, I have to go to the toilet.
I really don’t feel well.”
He peered at her, frowning.
“Hmm, you don’t look too good,” he admitted.
“Go on then – be quick about it.”
Lynn stood up slowly, her hand pressed
to her abdomen as if she was in pain. As
she stood, she surreptitiously hoisted her waistband high about her waist, so
that her skirt was shortened by several inches. Julie noticed this, but doubted that Mr Dennis had.
As Lynn walked towards the front of the classroom, rather unsteadily, she
continued to clutch her abdomen, until she suddenly stopped in her tracks just
before she reached the door. With
her back to the entire class, she bent double as if in sudden pain, keeping her
legs straight so that her hemline rode up over her bottom, exposing her
panty-clad buttocks to Mr Dennis and all her classmates.
She had worn a large pair of white cottons for the occasion instead of
her preferred thong, simply because they could hold more poo.
Then she let go. In fact she more than let go – in the instant she relaxed
her anus, she pushed with all her might to expel every last drop of diarrhoea
from her over-full colon. Her
panties instantly filled to capacity, bulging with the vast quantity of mushy
poo that had burst forth from Lynn’s anus.
It was not, in fact, entirely liquid, for she had not taken enough of the
laxative to totally liquefy her faeces. Rather
it was simply very, very soft, and consequently most of it managed to stay
within the confines of her panties.
Most, but not all.
As more of the disgusting mush continued to pour out of Lynn’s rectum,
it began to seep out of the edges and fall to splash on the floor.
Her panties, now heavily-laden, were sagging with the weight and were
beginning to slip down over her buttocks.
The teacher, and indeed Lynn’s fellow
pupils, sat in stunned silence, staring at her bulging panties.
It had all happened so quickly that none of them had yet had time to
react. They had all been idly
watching as she walked to the door in obvious discomfort, then their attention
had been riveted by her bending over and revealing her panties.
To see those panties suddenly fill up and turn brown, stained by the mass
of poo within, was an experience none of them were ever likely to forget.
But Lynn was not yet finished.
When she felt her panties start to slip down, she was initially
delighted, for she would have loved to be disrobed in public by her own
excrement. Unfortunately she
realised in a fraction of a second that it was not going to happen quickly
enough. If she maintained this pose
for another half-minute, her panties would certainly fall, but she knew she
could not possibly justify remaining in this position for that long.
Instead, she pretended to lose control
of her legs. Her knees wobbled,
then buckled, as if she was too weak to remain standing. Abruptly she sat down, landing hard on the floor, her bottom
beautifully cushioned by the mass of poo. As
she hit the floor, of course, the poo immediately splurged out of the sides of
her panties, forming a puddle in which she now sat.
Apparently utterly mortified by this
terrible accident, Lynn now put her head in her hands and rocked back and forth
on her bottom, working the poo into every crevice and along the backs of her
thighs. To her classmates it looked
as if she were crying, humiliated beyond comprehension. Julie, of course, was not fooled for a moment.
Mr Dennis finally found his voice.
“Oh my goodness!” he exclaimed.
“Lynn, get up at once and go to the toilet!
Would somebody please go with her to make sure she’s all right?”
Julie’s hand went up.
“I’ll go with her, Mr Dennis,” she said.
“Good, thank you Julie.
Now I need a volunteer to clean up the floor…”
Nobody volunteered as Julie went to help
Lynn to her feet. As they walked to
the door, Julie turned back and said, “Lynn and I will clean it up after we
get back.”
“Uh, thank you Julie,” said Mr
Dennis. “Um, perhaps we had
better finish this class in the gymnasium.
Everyone, please grab your books and make your way there directly.
And please try to avoid the … um … what’s on the floor.”
Julie escorted Lynn quickly to the
toilet, her friend dripping poo almost all the way.
When they got there, they shut themselves in a cubicle and Julie placed
her lips to Lynn’s, giving her a deep and passionate kiss that made Lynn moan
with pleasure. They wrapped their
arms around each other as their tongues caressed in wild abandon.
Julie reached down with her hands and felt wet poo on the back of
Lynn’s skirt. She squeezed
Lynn’s buttocks, then lifted the skirt and ran one hand down inside the back
of Lynn’s panties. Grabbing a
handful of poo, she squished it into Lynn’s crotch, then slipped two fingers
up into Lynn’s anus.
Breaking off the kiss, she murmured,
“Lynn, you were sensational.”
Lynn smiled as she panted in pleasure.
“Thanks, my darling,” she said.
“It was an awesome experience. And
to think I got away with it!”
Julie nodded. “You certainly did, sweetheart.
That was a stroke of genius, in my opinion. Now, let’s get these panties off.”
She bent down and carefully pulled
Lynn’s panties off, taking care not to spill any of the precious poo contained
therein. She stood up again,
regarding the panties thoughtfully, then she quite deliberately took out a
handful of poo and slapped it against Lynn’s chest.
Lynn gasped in shock as Julie began
rubbing her hands around as if she were washing her friend, smearing poo into
Lynn’s breasts through the material of her white shirt. Lynn’s eyes were wide and her mouth agape, but she made no
attempt to stop her friend. The
front of her shirt was now becoming covered with brown streaks and soft squishy
brown lumps. She closed her eyes
and sighed happily.
“They’re going to tease you
mercilessly from now on, you know,” remarked Julie.
“I don’t care,” said Lynn.
“It was worth it. Besides, I can always say I did it for a dare.”
“You think that will make a
difference? Hmm, I don’t know,
maybe it might. But you obviously
can’t go back to class looking like this.
Tell you what, why don’t you take my bike and cycle back to my house? I’ll tell Mr Dennis that you were really ill and had to go
home. Tell my Dad to pick me up
this afternoon, okay?”
“Okay,” said Lynn. “I’d
better clean up a bit first though.”
“Oh no you don’t, my girl.
You’re going to cycle home exactly as you are.”
Julie grinned wickedly.
Lynn flushed and smiled.
“As you wish,” she said quietly. She
took her panties back from Julie, very carefully stepped into them, and pulled
them up, taking care not to lose any more of their contents.
“You know the combination of my
bicycle lock?” asked Julie.
“Four six three three?”
“That’s it. Now go, sweetie, and I’ll watch as you walk down the
corridor. Don’t hurry, either –
I want you to walk slowly.”
Lynn nodded, walked out of the toilet
stall, and opened the door to the main corridor. She stepped outside and began to walk with slow, short steps
towards the main entrance. It
seemed so far away – it would take her several minutes to reach it at this
rate. Before she had gone very far,
she heard Julie’s whispered voice behind her.
“Stop there for a minute.”
Lynn stopped, and began to breathe more
quickly. What was Julie’s plan
now?
“Okay, I want you to roll up your
skirt around your waistband. I want
to see every inch of your lovely poo-filled panties, my darling.”
Lynn obeyed, turning her waistband over
and over until there was nothing left of the skirt except a thick roll of
material bunched around her waist. A
piece of mushy poo fell from her bottom and landed wetly on the floor.
Lynn stooped, picked it up with her fingers, and dropped it inside her
panties.
Behind her, Julie looked on in
satisfaction. Lynn was quite a
sight, with poo smeared over her entire bottom as well as the backs of her
thighs. Her panties, though emptied
of much of their messy contents, still bulged with the poo still remaining, and
sagged a little. This gave Julie an
idea.
“You’re wearing your panties too
high,” she told Lynn. “Pull
them down a little.”
Lynn responded immediately, taking hold
of the elasticised top of her panties on both sides and pulling down a little.
When the elastic was halfway down her buttocks, Julie whispered a command
to stop.
“That’s perfect. Now carry on, my love, and I’ll see you at home later.”
Lynn continued, walking slowly and
sedately down the corridor, with her panties working themselves slowly further
and further down her bottom. She
knew without being told that she was not allowed to pull them back up again, and
soon her pussy was fully exposed, as well as her entire bottom.
Still she continued walking, while her panties continued to descend with
each step. When they sank as far as
her knees, she turned and gave Julie a questioning look.
Julie looked a little disappointed, but motioned for her to pull them
back up, which Lynn gratefully did.
She reached the end of the corridor and
left the building through the front door, waving goodbye to Julie as she did so.
She hurried to the bike shed, unlocked Julie’s bicycle, then mounted
up, her messy panties squishing deliciously into her pussy as she sat on the
seat. For a moment she wondered whether or not she should leave her
skirt where it was, but decided after a moment that the drivers would have
plenty to look at anyway. She
unrolled her skirt a few times and let it down so that the hemline at least
covered her panties. Well, almost.
As she rode, the scissoring motion of
her thighs and the rubbing of the saddle against her pussy made the poo in her
panties work its way into her vagina and all along the groove between her labia.
She was not sure if the drivers were noticing her messy state, but there
were plenty of horns sounding as she pedalled her way down the main road.
She arrived at Julie’s house flushed
and breathless, and terribly horny. She
rang the doorbell and waited for Martin to answer the door.
A minute later she rang the bell again.
There was no answer. Then
she realised with sudden shock that the driveway was empty.
Martin had gone out.
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