This is a multiple choice adventure in which the goal is to keep Michelle, who is desperate for a poo, from reaching the toilet until it is too late. Let me know if you find any errors.
Click here then continue as instructed. Enjoy!
Please email any feedback, error reporting, requests for hints, etc. to ArthurSaxon@zombieworld.com
This is a multiple choice adventure in which the goal is to keep Michelle, who is desperate for a poo, from reaching the toilet until it is too late. Let me know if you find any errors.
Click here then continue as instructed. Enjoy!
You are Jim Daniels, financial director at a company that designs and manufactures uniforms for schools. It is ten o’clock in the morning and you are on your way to the Opal conference room for a meeting that is due to start in five minutes. As you turn a corner, you almost crash into your favourite employee, Michelle Adams, who will be attending the meeting with you. She is five foot eight and quite slim, with wavy brown hair that falls to her shoulders. Her face is exquisitely pretty; she used to be a model before she obtained her business degree.
"Good heavens, Michelle," you say with a good-natured smile. "You seem in quite a hurry! You’ve got five minutes until the meeting, you know."
"Yes I know, but I really need to go to the restroom first," she says with an apologetic smile.
"Oh," you reply,
"Well I’ll see you in there shortly, then."
"But I was going to ask you to run the sales figures for the fiscal year to date."
"Okay!" she says, and she hurries into the restroom while you continue on towards the conference room. Six or seven minutes later, everyone has arrived, and then Michelle enters, looking rather more relaxed than she was when you last encountered her.
The meeting is rather dull, as indeed is the rest of your day.
THE END
Score: 0/10
Michelle’s face falls. "Really? But … this is a bit short notice! I really need to use the restroom!" Her cheeks turn rather red. "I think I had a bad burrito last night and it’s … well … my bowels are about to explode!"
"Ugh!" you say, taken aback. Then you shake your head and say,
"I suppose we can manage without the sales figures this time. Don’t worry – I’ll see you in a bit."
"Sorry, but I really need them and I have nobody else to ask…"
"Thank you!" she says, looking relieved, and she hurries into the restroom while you continue on towards the conference room. Six or seven minutes later, everyone has arrived, and then Michelle enters, looking rather more relaxed than she was in the corridor.
The meeting is rather dull, as indeed is the rest of your day.
THE END
Score: 0/10
Michelle bites her lip, but nods. "Okay – I suppose I’ll just have to hold it until after the meeting." She turns around and hurries back in the direction of her desk, while you continue on towards the conference room.
Six or seven minutes later, everyone has arrived, and then Michelle enters, looking rather stressed and carrying a handful of reports. She hands them out to the attendees, then sits down on the other side of the table from you. The meeting gets underway, and it is quite as dull as usual. But Michelle seems to be getting more and more agitated, as she shifts frequently in her seat and fidgets with her pen distractedly. After half an hour of this, you interrupt the meeting to say,
"Michelle, is something wrong?"
"I’ve heard good things about this new uniform. Michelle, would you mind modelling it for us?"
Michelle blushes in embarrassment as all eyes turn towards her. "I’m sorry for being so fidgety," she says. "The truth is, I really need to go to the restroom. Would you please excuse me?"
"Of course," says Jackie Manners, the managing director.
As Michelle gets up, you say,
"Can’t you hold it? We’ve only got the sales figures to go over, and I was hoping you would do that."
"Hurry back! We still have to go over your sales figures."
Michelle blushes. "My modelling days are over!" she says.
"Oh come on Michelle," says Jackie Manners, the managing director, with a grin. "You know you love putting on a fashion show."
"Oh all right," says Michelle, smiling. She gets to her feet. "I’ll be right back."
You chuckle and tell her,
"Take your time – we’ve got plenty to talk about in the meantime."
"Don’t be long – we have very little left of the agenda to cover."
Jackie frowns at you. "Don’t torment the poor girl, Jim – she’s obviously desperate."
"No, it’s fine," says Michelle, sitting back down. "I can hold it – it’s not a problem." She starts going over the sales figures, and everyone follows along on their own copy.
After the meeting, you leave the room with Michelle, who says, "Whew! I thought that meeting would never end."
Sensing she is about to hurry off to the restroom, you say,
"See you later."
"Well, I’m just heading over to Corporate – want to come?"
Michelle nods, and hurries out of the room. A few minutes later she returns, and with nothing else remaining on the agenda, she talks over the sales figures while everyone else follows along on their own copy.
After the meeting, you head back to your office and Michelle returns to her desk. The rest of the day is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 0/10
Michelle leaves, and you discuss other matters with your colleagues for the next ten minutes. Then Michelle returns, and everyone applauds as she enters, wearing a pale cream blouse and a very short, deep green pleated skirt. She smiles at the reaction, but looks highly embarrassed. "God, this is a really short skirt!" she says nervously. "It barely covers my bottom! I think the customer might just have a problem with it!"
"The principal of St Margaret’s specifically requested a range of lengths, including some of this length," says Trevor Morton, the sales director. "I happen to think it looks rather fetching on you, Michelle."
"As do I," you agree. "Michelle, once you’ve finished posing, could you perhaps run through the sales figures?"
She blushes and nods. Sitting down, she goes over the figures while everyone else follows along on their own copy. After the meeting, you leave the room with Michelle, who says, "Well, I should go and change."
You smile and say, "Oh, I don’t know – I personally think you should keep it on all day."
She laughs and says, "Don’t be naughty, Jim. But thank you for the compliment. Now if you’ll excuse me."
You return to your office, and get on with your work. The rest of the day is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 1/10
Michelle leaves, and you discuss other matters with your colleagues for the next ten minutes. Then Michelle returns, and everyone applauds as she enters, wearing a pale cream blouse and a very short, deep green pleated skirt. She smiles at the reaction, but looks highly embarrassed. "God, this is a really short skirt!" she says nervously. "It barely covers my bottom! I think the customer might just have a problem with it!"
"The principal of St Margaret’s specifically requested a range of lengths, including some of this length," says Trevor Morton, the sales director. "I happen to think it looks rather fetching on you, Michelle."
"As do I," you agree. "Michelle, if you’ve finished posing, could you perhaps run through the sales figures?"
She blushes and nods. Sitting down, she goes over the figures while everyone else follows along on their own copy. After the meeting, you leave the room with Michelle, who says, "Whew! I thought that meeting would never end. Now I really must go to the restroom to change and … stuff. Excuse me."
As she walks quickly away, you call after her,
"Hadn’t you better show that uniform to Jonathan first?"
"Personally, Michelle, I think you should keep wearing that uniform."
Michelle smiles in acknowledgment, then she trots off to the restroom as you return to your office. The rest of the day is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 0/10
You know that Michelle has been longing to accompany you to the corporate offices, ever since they opened and several of her friends transferred over there. "Oh, yes!" she says anxiously. "But … can you wait a couple of minutes? I really need to use the restroom."
You smile and reply,
"Of course – I’ll wait for you."
"Never mind then – I’m running late as it is and I need to leave now."
"Oh!" says Michelle, biting her lip anxiously. "Yes – I suppose so."
You know that Michelle has a bit of a crush on Jonathan, and since he is the lead design technician, he would have an interest in seeing the uniform. But as she hurries off in the direction of his cube, you know that Michelle will go straight to the toilet after her visit with Jonathan. After a couple of minutes, you…
Decide to sneakily set off one of the smoke detectors.
Head over to Jonathan’s cube to ask Michelle for a favour.
Michelle turns back, grinning. "You wish!" she said. Then she laughs and trots off towards the restroom. You chuckle to yourself, then you walk back to your own office. The rest of the day is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 1/10
"Thanks!" she says, and she runs off to the restroom. Five minutes later, you are still waiting for her and getting a little impatient. Then your boss, Jackie, walks past and notices you standing there.
"Ah, Jim," he says. "Perfect – you’ll do. The reps from Binley and Sons will be here in a few minutes and I need someone to look after them today. I’d do it myself but my wife just called from the hospital and I need to get right over there."
"Oh!" you say, disappointed. "Very well – of course."
When Michelle emerges from the restroom, you tell her, "Sorry Michelle, the trip’s off – Jackie’s asked me to babysit some visitors."
"Bummer!" says Michelle, crestfallen. "Oh well – another time perhaps."
"Indeed," you agree, and you return to your office. The rest of the day, mostly spent in the company of two rather boring reps from Binley and Sons, is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 0/10
"Oh dear!" says Michelle, a little distressed. "But I really want to come! I don’t think I can hold it until we get there, though."
You smile at her sympathetically, and reply,
"Perhaps another time, then."
"Oh I’m sure you can hold it – I have faith in you."
"Well I’m planning to stop at the coffee shop on the way – perhaps you could go there."
You know exactly how to trigger the fire alarm without getting caught, and you saunter through to the kitchen and pop a bagel in the toaster. Hurrying back to your office, you sit and wait for the inevitable. The toaster is old and faulty, and does not cope well with bulky items like bagels. It fails to pop them up, and burns them, resulting in an outpouring of smoke which sets off the kitchen’s smoke detector. This in turn sets off the fire alarm.
Sure enough, about five minutes later the fire alarm goes off. Along with everybody else, you quickly exit the building and head to the designated waiting area. A moment later, you see Michelle leaving the building, clutching her abdomen and looking uncomfortable. She is accompanied by Jonathan, and the two of them stay together as they approach the waiting area.
You sidle over to them and wait for a pause in their conversation. Then you say,
"Michelle, why don’t you take a trip to the local supermarket? They have a restroom."
"This might take a while – perhaps you should just do it in your panties if you’re that uncomfortable."
You walk over to Jonathan’s cube, and find Michelle chatting and laughing with him. "Hi Jonathan," you say. "Can I borrow Michelle for a moment?"
"Sure!" says Jonathan, turning back to his computer.
"What’s up?" asks Michelle.
"Sorry to interrupt," you say, "but I need some figures urgently. Jackie just asked me to join a conference call."
Michelle rolls her eyes. "What figures?"
You smile apologetically, and say,
"The client volume analysis report."
"The production costs for the past year."
"Okay," says Michelle regretfully, and she heads off to the restroom.
You drive to the corporate offices on your own, and make up an excuse for being there. The rest of the day is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 0/10
Michelle looks annoyed. "No, Jim, I really can’t!" Pursing her lips, she turns and heads off to the restroom.
You drive to the corporate offices on your own, and make up an excuse for being there. The rest of the day is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 0/10
"That’ll work," says Michelle, nodding. "Okay then, let’s go!"
You head out to your car with Michelle, who gets into the passenger seat. You fasten your seatbelt, start the car, and drive out of the car park, turning right on to the main road. There are two ways to get to the corporate offices, which are about thirty miles away. Both take about the same amount of time, under normal circumstances. Thinking quickly, you decide to take…
The interstate, which is currently undergoing maintenance work.
Route 12, which goes through a couple of towns on the way.
"Good idea!" says Michelle, "except that I don’t have my car here. My boyfriend dropped me off this morning."
"Oh," you say,
"Well I can take you if you like. It’s no trouble."
"Well I suppose you’ll just have to grin and bear it."
Michelle stares at you. "Don’t be disgusting!" she says. Then she turns away from you and ignores you, chatting with Jonathan as you retreat, embarrassed, to a safe distance.
The fire department arrives a few minutes later, and it does not take long for them to find the source of the smoke. They give the all-clear, and everyone returns to their offices and cubicles. Michelle, needless to say, runs straight to the restroom.
You head back to your office, and get on with some work. The rest of the day is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 1/10
"Oh God!" exclaims Michelle in dismay. "But that takes forever! Your conference call will be over by the time it’s ready!"
"The call will probably last an hour, and I can stall if necessary," you tell her. "Just do your best, all right?"
"I suppose I might be able to get it done in about forty-five minutes," says Michelle dubiously, "if I really hurry."
"Thanks Michelle – what would I do without you?" you tell her with a smile. "Just bring it to my office when it’s done."
"Ugh, I’m never going to get to go to the restroom!" moans Michelle, trotting away in the direction of her cube.
You return to your office and look through your calendar in Outlook. The conference call you had in mind is not actually being held until Friday, but you send out a few instant messages, asking if it can be brought forward and held immediately.
"What’s the hurry?" Jackie inquires in his response.
"I need to take Friday off and this is the best alternative time for me," you reply.
You obtain agreement from all but one of the attendees, and commence the call. Fifty minutes later, Michelle enters, her pained expression betraying her extreme discomfort. She hands you the report you asked for, and turns to leave. You mute your phone, and say,
"Thanks Michelle. Take a seat – I’d like you to sit in on the rest of this call."
"Thanks Michelle – I owe you!"
Michelle nods. "No problem," she says, and she trots away in the direction of her cube.
You return to your office and look through your calendar in Outlook. The conference call you had in mind is not actually being held until Friday, but you send out a few instant messages, asking if it can be brought forward and held immediately.
"What’s the hurry?" Jackie inquires in his response.
"I need to take Friday off and this is the best alternative time for me," you reply.
You obtain agreement from all but one of the attendees, and commence the call. Ten minutes later, Michelle enters, looking rather uncomfortable. She hands you the report you asked for, and turns to leave. You mute your phone, and say,
"Thanks Michelle. Take a seat – I’d like you to sit in on the rest of this call."
"Thanks Michelle – I owe you!"
You get on to the interstate, causing Michelle to say, "Um, where were you planning to stop for coffee?"
"Exit Nine," you tell her. "Not far."
But you have only been driving for a couple of miles when the traffic slows down to a crawl. "Oh my God!" says Michelle, surveying the parallel lines of near-stationary cars and trucks stretching into the distance ahead.
"Uh-oh," you agree. "I didn’t expect this!"
Michelle fidgets anxiously as you progress, over the next half-hour, in a series of short bursts in first gear. After a while you find yourself approaching Exit Eight. "Can we come off here?" asks Michelle, sounding desperate.
You reply,
"Yes, I think that’s a good idea. We can take the road through town to the coffee shop."
"No, let’s stick with the interstate. Exit Nine’s only a couple of miles past Exit Eight."
As you proceed along Route 12, Michelle asks, "So, where’s this coffee shop?"
"Not far," you tell her. In fact, the traffic lights are kind to you, and you reach the coffee shop in a little less than ten minutes. As you walk in through the front door, you say, "So, what would you like?"
"Surprise me!" she says, and she hurries away towards the restroom.
You order two coffees to go, and wait for Michelle, who rejoins you five minutes later looking much more relaxed. "Thank you," she says, as you hand her her coffee.
Returning to the car, you drive the rest of the way to the head office, where Michelle hangs out with her old colleagues while you conduct some business with your corporate counterparts. The rest of the day is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 1/10
"Thank you!" says Michelle. "That would be great."
You drive her towards the supermarket, and approach a stop sign at which you habitually slow to a crawl before turning right. This is an old habit and a bad one, and this time, you happen to spot the front end of a police car peeping out of a nearby driveway. Driving up to the junction, you…
Stop at the line, then turn right.
Turn right without coming to a full stop.
"I suppose so," says Michelle ruefully.
Fortunately for her, she does not have to wait too long. The fire department arrives a few minutes later, and they soon discover the source of the smoke. They give the all-clear, and everyone returns to their offices and cubicles. Michelle, needless to say, runs straight to the restroom.
You head back to your office, and get on with some work. The rest of the day is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 1/10
"But I really need to go to the restroom! I haven’t been yet!" she whispers desperately.
"This shouldn’t take long," you assure her. "But I think your contribution will be valuable."
"All right," she says fretfully, and she sits down.
After twenty minutes, however (during which her contribution has been minimal), Michelle is squirming desperately on her chair. She reaches over and mutes your phone. "Jim!" she pleads. "I really need to go! If I don’t go now, I’m going to have an accident!"
You stare at her for a moment, then you say,
"For heaven’s sake, Michelle, you’re not six years old. This won’t take much longer."
"But you haven’t gone over your numbers yet! Just do that, and then you can go."
"Okay, okay – off you go, then."
Michelle smiles, then she backs out of your office and hurries away, no doubt heading for the restroom. You continue with your conference call, and the rest of the day is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 1/10
"Really?" says Michelle, looking a little pained. "But I need to use the restroom, Jim! I haven’t been yet. How long is this conference call likely to last?"
"Um, no more than an hour," you tell her.
"An hour!" she says. "Jim, I’m not kidding – I need to use the restroom. I’ll be back in five minutes, okay?"
"All right," you say, and you watch her depart.
Five minutes later she returns, looking much more relaxed, and she actually contributes a good deal to the call. Afterwards she goes back to her cube, and the rest of the day is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 1/10
When you reach the exit, you come off, and it does not take long for you to reach the coffee shop from there. As you walk in through the front door, you say to Michelle, "So, what would you like?"
"Surprise me!" she says, and she hurries away towards the restroom.
You order two coffees to go, and wait for Michelle, who rejoins you five minutes later looking much more relaxed. "Thank you," she says, as you hand her her coffee.
Returning to the car, you drive the rest of the way to the head office, where Michelle hangs out with her old colleagues while you conduct some business with your corporate counterparts. The rest of the day is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 1/10
As you crawl past Exit Eight, Michelle looks wistfully at the cars streaming down the ramp. "I hope the next two miles pass quickly!" she says.
But they do not. In fact, the stops between bursts of slow driving become longer and longer. After another twenty minutes, Michelle is squirming desperately in her seat. "Oh God, oh God!" she mutters. "Jim, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it!"
"Hang in there," you tell her encouragingly. "Perhaps we’ll start moving more quickly soon."
After another ten minutes, Michelle is practically in tears. "Jim, I can’t bear it! I just can’t hold it!"
You reach over and squeeze her shoulder, and say,
"If you need to let it out, just let it out – I promise I won’t hold it against you."
"I suppose you could run up that embankment and do it behind a bush…"
As you stop by the stop sign, Michelle notices the police car. "Ooh, look – police," she says. "Good thing you stopped properly there! A lot of people cruise right through that junction."
"Yup," you agree, and you continue on to the supermarket. Inside, Michelle trots to the restroom, and you wait for her by the door. When she emerges, she looks much more relaxed.
"Thank you!" she says. "I really appreciate this, Jim."
The two of you return to the office, where the fire department has just given the all-clear. Everybody returns to their desks, and the rest of the day is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 2/10
"Oh shit," you say, as you drive past the police car, which has just turned its lights on.
"Oh no!" says Michelle.
You pull over, and wait for the cop to come to your window. "Damn it," you mutter. "How stupid was that?"
Michelle bites her lip. "I do hope this doesn’t take long!" she says.
You lower your window as the officer stops by your door and looks in. "Driver’s licence and registration please," he says.
You retrieve them from the glove compartment and hand them to him.
"Do you know why I stopped you?" he asks.
You grin apologetically, and say,
"Because I ran that stop sign?"
"You got a tip-off about a body in the trunk of my car?"
Cowed, Michelle lowers her head. "Sorry Jim," she says. "I’ll do my best."
But she continues to squirm in increasing agitation, and about ten minutes later, she mutes your phone again. "Jim!" she pleads. "I just can’t hold it any more!" She starts to get up off her seat, and then she gasps. "It’s coming out!" she whispers in horror.
Your eyes widen, and you say,
"God I’m so sorry, Michelle! This is my fault – I should have let you go before it was too late."
"Well don’t just stand there – get to the restroom, quickly!!"
Michelle whimpers, but nods. "All right, all right," she says.
You un-mute the phone, and say, "Well I think we’ve just about talked that one to death. I’m going to hand over to Michelle now. Michelle?"
She begins to go over the figures, trying to keep her voice under control as she rocks back and forth on her chair, clearly trying to stop herself from having an accident. Eventually, though, with tears running down her cheeks, she says, "Excuse me a moment!" and she mutes the phone again. "Jim!" she pleads. "I just can’t hold it any more!" She starts to get up off her seat, and then she gasps. "It’s coming out!" she whispers in horror.
Your eyes widen, and you say,
"God I’m so sorry, Michelle! This is my fault – I should have let you go before it was too late."
"Well don’t just stand there – get to the restroom, quickly!!"
Michelle smiles gratefully, then she dashes out of your office and hurries off to the restroom. You finish off your conference call without her, and the rest of the day is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 2/10
"Oh but that’s so awful!" groans Michelle. "To shit myself in front of my boss!"
"I’d rather you did that, than suffer any longer," you tell her. "We can open the windows, turn up the fan – it’ll be all right."
Michelle shakes her head slowly, and says nothing. But then she lifts her bottom off her seat, and mutters, "I can’t believe I’m about to do this…" She strains, and you hear a faint crackling sound coming from her nether regions. She grunts, then strains again, and you hear more soft crackling. There is a pause, then she grunts and strains yet again. A moment later, stifling a sob, she says, "Well, it’s done."
The smell is already fairly strong, and you lower all of the windows and turn up the fan to full blast. Then you turn to Michelle and say, "I’m so sorry about this, Michelle – it’s my fault – I should have taken Exit Eight."
"I wish you had!" she says fervently. "But don’t be silly, it’s my fault for not going this morning before I left for work. I’m so sorry to stink up your car like this!"
"Don’t worry about it, seriously," you say, and then you add,
"But perhaps, under the circumstances, we should postpone our trip to the head office."
"When we get to the head office, we’ll get you to a restroom as quickly as possible."
"I can’t do that!" she says, aghast. "What if the traffic starts moving again?"
You chuckle. "I honestly don’t think I’m going any great distance for a while. If the traffic does pick up, I’ll pull over on to the shoulder and wait for you."
Michelle bites her lip, then mutters, "God, I can’t believe I’m about to do this!" She unfastens her seatbelt, opens her door, and dashes across the shoulder, up the embankment, and disappears into the bushes at the top.
You have covered about thirty yards or so by the time she returns, looking very sheepish. "Ugh, that was awful!" she says. "I had to use leaves!"
"Too much information!" you protest good-naturedly, and you both laugh. Michelle seems much more relaxed now.
The rest of the drive takes another hour, but eventually you arrive at the company’s corporate offices, where Michelle hangs out with her old colleagues while you conduct some business with your corporate counterparts. The rest of the day is rather dull, but you can’t help but smile at the thought of Michelle having to empty her bowels in the great outdoors.
THE END
Score: 4/10
"That’s right," says the officer. "Please wait here." He returns to his car and you wait patiently.
Michelle is getting increasingly impatient, however. "I really need to go!" she keeps muttering to herself, while she rocks back and forth in her seat.
Eventually the officer returns. "Since it’s your first offence I’m going to let you off with a warning."
"Thank you, officer!" you say gratefully. "It won’t happen again, I promise."
"Good to hear," he says, handing you back your licence and registration. "You drive safely, now."
"I will," you say, and as he walks back to his car, you pull out and continue on to the supermarket. Inside, Michelle trots to the restroom, and you wait for her by the door. When she emerges, she looks much more relaxed.
"Thank you!" she says. "I really appreciate this, Jim."
The two of you return to the office, where the fire department has just given the all-clear. Everybody returns to their desks, and the rest of the day is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 2/10
Michelle gasps at your words, and the officer stares at you stonily. "Is that supposed to be humorous?" he asks.
"Sorry – bad joke," you apologise.
"Please pop your trunk, sir," says the officer.
"I was kidding!" you assure him.
"Maybe so, but I am not kidding. Please pop your trunk."
You do so, and the officer walks around to the back of the car. "Whatever did you say that for?" demands Michelle.
You shrug. "Sorry – it just sort of slipped out."
Michelle groans in exasperation, and clutches her abdomen. "This had better not take too long!" she says.
The officer eventually shuts the trunk and comes back around to your side of the car. "Please step out of the vehicle, sir," he says.
You do so, and he has you plant your hands on the car with your feet spread apart. He frisks you, but finds nothing of interest to him. Then he instructs Michelle to get out of the car and assume the same position. Having frisked her (a process which makes her squeal at one point), he then climbs into your car and starts looking under seats and in the glove compartment while you and Michelle remain outside with your hands on the roof of the car. The process takes more than ten minutes.
"Oh God, oh God!" mutters Michelle. "I can’t believe you’ve put us in this situation! And while I’m wearing a schoolgirl uniform!" She groans in pain. "Jim, I’m really desperate for a number two – I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it!"
"I’m sorry," you say. Then you put your head down and call in to the officer,
"Is this going to take much longer? My friend is really desperate to get to a restroom."
"Hey, officer, I’m sorry about the joke, but this is ridiculous – you’re just being vindictive now."
"Yes you should!" she gasps. "Oh God…" She collapses on to her knees, clutching your desk with her hands as her face contorts into a grimace. Then she stifles a sob, and whispers, "I can’t stop it!"
Your eyes widen as she appears to strain, and you quickly un-mute the phone. "Um, something’s just come up, guys. We’ll adjourn for now. Talk to you later!" You hang up, and turn to Michelle. "Is it really coming out?"
Michelle grunts, and then pants for a few breaths before saying, "Yes!" She strains again, and this time you hear a faint crackling sound as she pushes out more poo into her panties. Fascinated, you continue to watch as she grunts and then strains for a third time. Eventually she stops, rests her head on your desk, and then starts to sob as the smell of her accident begins to fill your office.
"God I’m so sorry," you say. "Look, why don’t you take the rest of the day off?"
"I can’t go home!" she wails. "My boyfriend dropped me off this morning – I don’t have transport! I’m going to have to clean up in the restroom here – which means walking past dozens of cubes, and everyone smelling me, and stinking up the restroom." Then she reaches behind her back, and gasps. "And this skirt’s so damn short! My panties are sagging down beneath the hem!"
You reach out to pat her shoulder sympathetically, and say,
"If you walk to the restroom really quickly, I’m sure nobody will notice."
"Why don’t I take you home in my car? It’ll be no trouble."
"Why don’t you spend the rest of the day here in my office? You can use my computer."
"I’m not sure I can walk like this," says Michelle dubiously, as she waddles to the door.
"Yes you can!" you tell her. "Even if it’s coming out, your leg muscles still work, don’t they? Just clench your buttocks as you walk, and hopefully you’ll be able to keep the mess to a minimum."
Michelle nods, and hurries out of your office. She does not return, and you do not see her for the rest of the day, which is consequently rather dull.
THE END
Score: 4/10
"No – it’s okay – it’s my fault!" she gasps. "Oh God…" She collapses on to her knees, clutching your desk with her hands as her face contorts into a grimace. Then she stifles a sob, and whispers, "I can’t stop it!"
Your eyes widen as she appears to strain, and you quickly un-mute the phone. "Um, something’s just come up, guys. We’ll adjourn for now. Talk to you later!" You hang up, and turn to Michelle. "Is it really coming out?"
Michelle grunts, and then pants for a few breaths before saying, "Yes!" She strains again, and this time you hear a faint crackling sound as she pushes out more poo into her panties. Fascinated, you continue to watch as she grunts and then strains for a third time. Eventually she stops, rests her head on your desk, and then starts to sob as the smell of her accident begins to fill your office.
"God I’m so sorry," you say. "Look, why don’t you take the rest of the day off?"
"I can’t go home!" she wails. "My boyfriend dropped me off this morning – I don’t have transport! I’m going to have to clean up in the restroom here – which means walking past dozens of cubes, and everyone smelling me, and stinking up the restroom." Then she reaches behind her back, and gasps. "And this skirt’s so damn short! My panties are sagging down beneath the hem!"
You reach out to pat her shoulder sympathetically, and say,
"If you walk to the restroom really quickly, I’m sure nobody will notice."
"Why don’t I take you home in my car? It’ll be no trouble."
"Why don’t you spend the rest of the day here in my office? You can use my computer."
"I agree!" says Michelle. "Would you mind taking me home so I can clean up?"
"Of course," you reply. "But it looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while yet."
"Ugh, I know," says Michelle. She sighs. "And I daren’t even sit down properly – it’ll make a horrible mess."
Twenty minutes later, Michelle’s legs are cramping from trying to hold herself off the seat. "This is intolerable!" she complains.
"Do you want to climb into the back?" you ask. "You could lie down on your side – then you won’t be squishing your poo."
"That’s a good idea," Michelle admits. "As long as you promise to drive safely."
"I will," you assure her.
Michelle opens her door and gets out, opening the back door and climbing in. She lies down on her side with her knees bent, and says, "Ah, this is better."
Fifteen minutes later you arrive at Exit Nine, where you come off and start following Michelle’s directions to her house. On the way there, however, you pass by a shopping mall, and you slow down as you approach a set of traffic lights. Turning to Michelle, you say,
"The mall’s just here – you could use their toilets if you like."
"Not far now, Michelle – hang in there."
"All right," says Michelle dubiously. "But it’ll take us ages yet to get there – and in the meantime I daren’t even sit down properly – it’ll make a horrible mess."
Twenty minutes later, her legs are cramping from trying to hold herself off the seat. "This is intolerable!" she complains.
"Do you want to climb into the back?" you ask. "You could lie down on your side – then you won’t be squishing your poo."
"That’s a good idea," Michelle admits. "As long as you promise to drive safely."
"I will," you assure her.
Michelle opens her door and gets out, opening the back door and climbing in. She lies down on her side with her knees bent, and says, "Ah, this is better."
About forty minutes later you pull into the car park outside the corporate headquarters, which are located on the seventh floor of a tall office block. Michelle climbs gingerly out of the back seat, and follows you indoors, looking around nervously. "Jim, I’m feeling really uncomfortable about this," she says.
You press a button to summon the elevator, then you turn to Michelle and say,
"Would you rather find a toilet elsewhere before coming here?"
"Well we’re here now. Let’s just get you to the toilet as quickly as possible."
The cop does not reply, and certainly does not seem to be hurrying. Two minutes later, however, he gets out of the car and says, "Well, your car seems clean. I’ll be writing you up for failing to stop at the stop sign, and you should consider yourself lucky I’m going to leave it at that."
You wisely do not reply, and instead you get back in your car and wait for the police officer to write you a ticket. Looking very uncomfortable, Michelle gets into the passenger seat and waits too. When the cop returns to your window, he hands you your ticket and says, "Have a nice day, sir, and if I could offer you some advice … don’t get smart with cops when they pull you over."
"I’ll remember that," you say. "Thank you." As the cop walks away, you start your car, and continue on down the road to the supermarket. Inside, Michelle trots to the restroom, and you wait for her by the door. When she emerges, she looks much more relaxed.
"Thank you!" she says. "I really appreciate this, Jim."
The two of you return to the office, where the fire department has just given the all-clear. Everybody returns to their desks, and the rest of the day is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 3/10
The officer looks up at you in annoyance. "Man, you really know how to make things worse for yourself, don’t you?" He gets out of your car, and returns to his own.
"Will you just shut up?" says Michelle in exasperation. "What’s got into you? Everything you’re saying is making things worse! And here’s me, desperate for the toilet…"
"I’m sorry," you say to her. "Perhaps if I just go and talk to him…"
"No!" says Michelle. "You’ve done enough damage!"
After ten minutes, the cop is still in his car, and Michelle is getting frantic. "Jim, I’m going to have an accident in a minute!" she says desperately.
The cop finally emerges from his car and comes over to you. "Well Mr Daniels, you’re a first-time offender and under normal circumstances I might have let you off with a warning. But since you apparently don’t know how to be respectful to police officers, I’m fining you for running that stop sign. Here’s your ticket. Have a nice day."
You and Michelle get back into your car, and you drive quickly to the supermarket. But as Michelle gets out, she groans and doubles over. "Oh God, I can’t hold it any longer!" she whimpers.
You run around to her side of the car and say,
"Then let’s hurry! If you have to poop, then poop, but let’s get you to the toilet ASAP!"
"Never mind – you wouldn’t be the first person to have an accident in a public place."
"I’m certain they will!" says Michelle. "But what choice do I have?" She leaves your office and trots quickly towards the restroom, her white panties bulging well below the hem of her tiny pleated skirt. You watch her retreating figure with wide eyes, and note the astonished reactions of several people that she passes.
Fifteen minutes later, Michelle calls you from the road. "I had to leave," she says, sounding quite upset. "I just couldn’t face everyone after that!"
"I’m so sorry!" you tell her. "Will you be in tomorrow?"
"Yes," she replies. "I know I’ll have to face everyone sooner or later, and I’ll at least have had some time to calm down by then. Sorry for stinking up your office."
"No problem," you say. "Have a good afternoon."
Having hung up, you return to your work; the rest of the day is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 6/10
"Thank you!" says Michelle. "I’d appreciate that. So now the only problem is getting to the front door without being noticed."
"I’ll walk behind you," you offer. "Shield your accident from everyone’s eyes."
"Sounds like a plan," says Michelle, nodding. She walks out of your office ahead of you, and your eyes widen as they take in the sight of her white panties, bulging and sagging well below the hem of her tiny pleated skirt. As she turns and heads towards the front door of the building, you stay between her and anyone who might glance her way as she passes. Reaching the door, Michelle hurries through it, and in the car park she walks over to your car.
"Try not to sit down on it!" you tell her with a smile, as you remotely unlock the doors.
"Of course – I’ll do my best not to ruin your upholstery," she promises, and she gingerly climbs in and then squats over the seat with her feet and back braced. She fastens her seatbelt as you get into the driver’s seat.
You follow Michelle’s directions as you drive towards her house, which is about twenty minutes away. Michelle is clearly preoccupied with her accident, and it is not until you are pulling up outside her house that she suddenly gasps. "My keys! My keys are in my purse, which is still in my cube!"
"Oh no!" you say. "And you don’t have a spare under a rock somewhere?"
"No!" she says. "Damn it!"
You sigh, then say,
"Well I guess you’ll just have to run the gauntlet back at the office."
"Perhaps we can find you somewhere else to clean up before returning to the office."
Michelle stares at you sharply. "You’re kidding, right? What a ridiculous idea!" Then she sighs and adds, "I’ll just have to run to the toilet and hope nobody notices." She leaves your office and trots quickly towards the restroom, her white panties bulging well below the hem of her tiny pleated skirt. You watch her retreating figure with wide eyes, and note the astonished reactions of several people that she passes.
Fifteen minutes later, Michelle calls you from the road. "I had to leave," she says, sounding quite upset. "I just couldn’t face everyone after that!"
"I’m so sorry!" you tell her. "Will you be in tomorrow?"
"Yes," she replies. "I know I’ll have to face everyone sooner or later, and I’ll at least have had some time to calm down by then. Sorry for stinking up your office."
"No problem," you say. "Have a good afternoon."
Having hung up, you return to your work; the rest of the day is rather dull.
THE END
Score: 6/10
Michelle stares at you in surprise. "But what about the smell?" she inquires incredulously.
"I’ll open the window and turn the fan on – hopefully it will suck out some of the smell," you say. "But heck, if you stay here until everyone else is gone, nobody need know you had an accident."
"There’s some merit to that idea," Michelle concedes grudgingly. Then she screws her face up. "But ugh – it would mean I have to sit in my messy panties all day! And what about the upholstery?"
You grab a newspaper from a shelf on your wall, and say, "You can spread this out on the chair and then sit on it. Here." Getting up, you unfold the newspaper and spread it out on your own chair. "Come round here and sit down."
Michelle reluctantly gets up and walks around behind your desk. With a little grimace of disgust, she lowers herself on to the newspaper, shuddering as her poo squishes beneath her. Then she sighs. "Well, I suppose I’m here to stay. Where are you going to work?"
"Your cube, if that’s okay," you say.
Michelle nods. "Just log me out," she says. "I’ll do the same here. Is there anything you need saving?"
"Nope," you reply. "Just shut it all down." You walk to the door, then you pause and turn back to say,
"Can I get you a cup of tea or coffee?"
"Have a good day – call me if you need anything."
"Good idea!" says Michelle.
You park the car near one of the entrances, which, to Michelle’s dismay, is nowhere near any of the toilets. "Why didn’t you park around the other side?" she inquires with a pained expression as she climbs out of the car. "Now I’ve got to walk through half the mall while smelling of poop!"
"I am sorry," you say. "I didn’t think of that."
She sighs. "Never mind. Are you going to wait here or come with me?"
You think for a moment, then say,
"I’ll just wait here."
"I might as well come inside and window-shop while you’re cleaning up."
A few minutes later you arrive back at Michelle’s house. "I’ll be as quick as I can," she says.
She gets out and walks rather stiffly up to the front door of her house, which she unlocks. As she disappears inside, you take out your iPhone and play Angry Birds while you wait. Fifteen minutes later, she emerges in a different outfit, looking much more relaxed. You drive her back to the office, and enter through the main door.
"Not a word to anyone – please Jim?" she mutters.
"My lips are sealed," you assure her.
She returns to her cube, and you head back to your office. The rest of the day is uneventful, but your memories of your interesting car journey with Michelle keep a smile on your face…
THE END
Score: 6/10
Michelle nods. "Yes – I think I’d rather clean up somewhere where I don’t know anybody!"
"Understandable," you say. "Well let’s try…
"The nearest gas station."
"The MacDonald’s down the road."
The elevator takes you upward, but stops at the fifth floor. As the doors open, Michelle clutches your arm in a panic. Two smartly-dressed men step in, but then they sniff the air and hurriedly step out again, glaring at you. "What the hell?" says one of them, but by then the doors are closing again.
"Oh my God!" mutters Michelle, mortified.
The doors open again at the seventh floor, and you step out with Michelle. Entering the open plan corporate office, you smile and wave at all the familiar faces. Pat, the vice president of the company, comes over and shakes your hand as Michelle looks around desperately for the toilets.
"Hey Jim," says Pat, and then he turns to Michelle. "And who’s this?" Then he sniffs, and says, "Hey, what the heck?"
"This is Michelle – she had a bit of an accident in the car when we got stuck on the interstate," you tell Pat. "Please don’t hold it against her – it was my fault for not exiting when I should have done."
"Oh – well, how awful for you, Michelle," says Pat generously. "I can’t imagine how you must be feeling right now."
"I’m so embarrassed!" says Michelle, her cheeks bright red as she shakes Pat’s extended hand. "Where are the toilets, please?"
"They’re over there," says Pat, pointing.
"Thanks," says Michelle. "I’ll be as quick as I can."
Twenty minutes later she emerges, and she spends the next couple of hours catching up with her former colleagues while you meet with your corporate counterparts. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, but whenever you think about your unusual car journey with Michelle, you cannot help but smile...
THE END
Score: 7/10
You take Michelle’s arm and lead her at a fast pace to the supermarket’s main entrance. She groans as she walks, and says, "Ugh, Jim, it’s coming out and I can’t stop it!"
"Then just let it out," you say, "but keep walking and we’ll get you into the toilet as soon as possible."
"Oh God," she mutters. "It’s really coming out."
By the time you get to the toilet and let go of Michelle’s arm, she is sobbing quietly. You watch her enter the ladies’, and your eyes widen at the sight of her white panties, bulging with poo and sagging below the hem of her tiny school skirt.
You wait for her, and about ten minutes later she returns. "Well that was awful," she says ruefully. "Can you take me back to the office now?"
"Of course," you say, and the two of you walk back to your car. You drive her back to the office, and find the car park empty; it appears that everyone has gone back inside.
You and Michelle enter the building and go your separate ways, but although the rest of the day is uneventful, you cannot help but smile whenever you remember the sight of Michelle’s poo-filled panties…
THE END
Score: 5/10
"But I’m a grown woman!" wails Michelle, and then she gasps. "Ugh, it’s really coming out!" Her face contorts, and she strains, then grunts. Tears begin to run down her cheeks. She bows her head, straining again, and then she exhales heavily, and pants for a few moments before straining yet again. Eventually she stops, looking thoroughly miserable. "Well, I’ve done it – I’ve completely messed my panties."
"God, I’m so sorry – this is my fault for mouthing off to that cop," you say. "Can you ever forgive me?"
Michelle chuckles ruefully. "I doubt it," she says. "Oh my God – and this skirt is so short! My accident’s probably going to be visible to anyone behind me, if I go into the store now."
"Let me see," you say. "I’ll tell you how bad it looks."
Reluctantly, Michelle turns around, and you see that her bulging panties are indeed sagging well below the hem of her tiny school skirt. You say,
"It’s hardly visible – I think you should just run quickly into the store and hope nobody notices."
"God, that’s very noticeable! You’re going to attract a lot of unwelcome attention like that."
"Wow – well yes, it’s very visible … but also very sexy…"
Michelle groans, but nods. "All right – I suppose it’s my own fault for forgetting my purse," she says.
You drive her back to the office, and watch as she runs down the aisle towards the toilets. Her bulging panties bounce around beneath her little pleated skirt, and several people, seeing her pass, gasp in astonishment at the sight.
You head back to your own office and get on with some work. It is not long, however, before you hear of rumours being spread about Michelle’s accident, and soon the entire building is buzzing with the news. You call Michelle to see if she is all right, and she sounds utterly mortified – she has apparently been quizzed about the incident ever since her emergence from the restroom.
The rest of your day is comparatively dull, but one thing is for sure: people will be talking about Michelle and her bulging panties for a long time to come…
THE END
Score: 6/10
"That would be good!" says Michelle gratefully. "Somewhere close, please – my legs are beginning to cramp!"
You nod, thinking of nearby possibilities, and then you say,
"There’s a public toilet in the park – not the most comfortable place, but it shouldn’t be busy."
"The local department store will have toilets, I’m sure."
"A cup of coffee would be great, please – thank you," says Michelle. "Two creamers, no sugar please." She hands you her mug.
You go to the kitchen, make coffee for her, and bring the mug back to your office. As you open the door, the smell of poo hits you and you cough. "Goodness!" you say. "Are you going to be able to handle this smell all day?"
Michelle shrugs in embarrassment. "I’m already kind of getting used to it," she says. "Desensitisation, I suppose."
You hand Michelle her coffee, but at that moment another woman, named Pippa, enters the room through the door behind you. "Oh my God!" she exclaims.
"Hush, Pippa!" says Michelle anxiously, and she explains to Pippa why she is sitting in your office with her panties full of poo.
"Well you’d better get this door closed, then, and keep it closed!" says Pippa.
"Agreed," you say. "I’ll get back to your cube, then, Michelle. Let me know if you need anything else."
An hour later, Michelle sends you an instant message which says, "I’m desperate to pee!"
You reply:
"I’ll bring you a container to pee into."
"Oh dear – looks like you’ll just have to go to the toilet like that."
Michelle spends the rest of the day in your office, and you pass the time uneventfully. At five o’clock you catch a glimpse of her hurrying out of the main entrance with her messy panties sagging beneath her hemline, but you do not see if anyone else notices.
Then you sigh at the thought of returning to your smelly office. Not a very pleasant way to end the day…
THE END
Score: 6/10
You wait in the car for Michelle. Twenty minutes later she returns, looking relaxed and not smelling of poo at all. "All clean!" she says. "We might as well continue on to head office now. Let’s go."
You drive the rest of the way to the corporate offices, where Michelle hangs out with her old colleagues while you conduct some business with your counterparts. The rest of the day is rather dull, but you cannot help but smile whenever you recall what happened in the car...
THE END
Score: 6/10
You walk into the mall with Michelle, and start to make your way towards the toilets. You are acutely aware of the smell coming from her nether regions, and feel a little nervous whenever you pass close to other shoppers. As you approach the toilets, you stop between a video game store and a clothing store and say,
"Well, I’ll just look at video games while you’re cleaning up. See you in a bit."
"Oh look – a sale on miniskirts! You should totally take advantage of that…"
You return to the car, and drive Michelle to a gas station that you had passed a few minutes before arriving at head office. Michelle gets out and trots inside, and you see her heading to the toilet. You play with your iPhone while you wait for her, and after about fifteen minutes she returns, looking much more relaxed.
"All clean now," she says. "Whew!"
You drive back to head office, where Michelle hangs out with her old colleagues while you conduct some business with your corporate counterparts. The rest of the day is rather dull, but you cannot help but smile whenever you recall what happened in the car...
THE END
Score: 6/10
You return to the car, and drive Michelle to the MacDonald’s. Michelle gets out and trots inside, and you see her heading to the toilet. But a few minutes later she returns, looking agitated.
"There’s a line!" she says. "I couldn’t just stand there waiting, smelling like this. What should I do?"
You think for a moment, then say,
"I think you’re just going to have to bite the bullet and endure people’s comments."
"I’ll go in and keep an eye on the line. I’ll wave to you when it’s clear."
Michelle bites her lip. "Okay!" she says. She hurries towards the store, her bulging panties bouncing around beneath her short skirt and attracting astonished stares from everybody who happens to glance her way. You chuckle as she enters the store and disappears from view.
Fifteen minutes later she reappears, looking rather shame-faced. "God that was awful!" she says as she walks up to you. "I think a few people saw me and figured out what I’d done. The look I got from one of the checkout girls as I left the toilet! Ugh!"
"But you’re all clean now – that’s the main thing," you say. "Come on – let’s get back to the office."
The rest of the day passes uneventfully, but you cannot help but smile whenever you remember the sight of Michelle’s bouncing, poo-filled panties.
THE END
Score: 6/10
"Damn it!" says Michelle fretfully. "Well I can’t go into such a crowded place like this! I’ll just die of embarrassment! What am I going to do?"
You smile at her sympathetically, and reply, "Well you have to clean up at some point – you can’t exactly stay like that all day. Tell you what: why don’t I…
"Take you to the mall to buy a longer skirt that will cover your bulging panties?"
"Go in and buy a bottle of wine to give you some courage to do what needs to be done?"
"Sexy?" Michelle exclaims in astonishment. "Eww!! Jim, that’s gross – don’t tell me you’re turned on by … this?"
"A little," you admit, blushing.
Michelle shudders. "Well, that I did not need to know." She sighs. "I suppose I’m just going to have to bite the bullet and get this done." She takes a deep breath, then she hurries towards the store, her bulging panties bouncing around beneath her short skirt and attracting astonished stares from everybody who happens to glance her way. You chuckle as she enters the store and disappears from view.
Fifteen minutes later she reappears, looking rather shame-faced. "God that was awful!" she says as she walks up to you. "I think a few people saw me and figured out what I’d done. The look I got from one of the checkout girls as I left the toilet! Ugh!"
"But you’re all clean now – that’s the main thing," you say. "Come on – let’s get back to the office."
The rest of the day passes uneventfully, but you cannot help but smile whenever you remember the sight of Michelle’s bouncing, poo-filled panties.
THE END
Score: 6/10
You drive Michelle to the park, and fortunately do not encounter anybody as you make your way to the toilets. Michelle disappears inside, and you play with your iPhone while you wait for her.
Ten minutes later she emerges, looking more relaxed if rather shame-faced. "Well, I’m clean," she says. "Thanks."
"All right, let’s get back to the office," you say.
"I had to throw my undies away," Michelle confides in you. "I’m feeling very exposed now, given the length of my skirt!"
You chuckle. "Perhaps you should keep the skirt on all day – it might be quite exciting for you."
She laughs. "Nice try, but no. As soon as we get back I’m going to change back into my regular clothes."
And so she does. The rest of the day passes uneventfully, but you cannot help but smile whenever you recall the sight of Michelle entering the public toilets with her bulging white panties sagging beneath the hemline of her tiny school skirt…
THE END
Score: 6/10
"I’m sure they will," says Michelle with a shudder. "But that place will be awfully crowded!"
"Can you think of somewhere better?" you ask.
"Not off the top of my head," she admits. "All right, let’s go there."
You park outside the store and head inside with a very nervous-looking Michelle. As she walks in front of you, the sagging white bulge of her poo-filled panties bounces slightly with each step. You head towards the toilets, but you spot a security guard up ahead, and mutter to Michelle,
"Just keep walking quickly – let’s hope he doesn’t smell anything."
"Let’s take a detour through the cosmetics section to avoid that guy."
"Eww – but thank you!" Michelle replies.
You go to the kitchen and find a tall sugar jar with a screw-on lid. It is almost empty, and you pour the rest of the sugar into a plastic cup before taking the jar out of the room and heading for your office. The smell is no worse than before, but you cannot help grimacing as you hand the jar to Michelle.
"Thanks," she says.
"Don’t mention it," you reply, and you leave the room as quickly as possible.
The rest of the day passes uneventfully, but as five o’clock approaches, Michelle sends you another message. "My boyfriend will be here soon and I don’t want him to see me like this! But how do I get to the toilet without everyone else seeing me??"
You type your reply:
"I’ll bring you your own skirt so you can change into it for your run to the restroom."
"I could take you home instead…"
"I suppose so!" she replies. "Damn it!"
A moment later you hear a commotion nearby, and you stand up in time to see Michelle running for the restroom, looking extremely embarrassed as gasps and horrified exclamations erupt in her wake.
Michelle will never live this down – you are sure about that. But she could easily have found a better solution to her problem than sitting in her poo all day, in your office. You wonder if perhaps she enjoyed the experience, and if this is the start of a new fetish for her…
THE END
Score: 7/10
"Okay!" says Michelle.
You browse video games for the next fifteen minutes, until you are joined by Michelle. She seems much happier and more relaxed now. "All clean!" she says. "Let’s get back on the road."
You continue to head office, where Michelle hangs out with her old colleagues while you conduct some business with your corporate counterparts. The rest of the day is rather dull, but you cannot help but smile whenever you recall Michelle’s little panty-pooping adventure...
THE END
Score: 6/10
"Oh yes!" says Michelle. Then she chuckles. "But I’m not modelling any of them for you, if that’s what you were thinking."
"The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind," you say innocently.
"I’m sure," she says, nodding sagely. "Anyway, much as I’d love to shop, we shouldn’t really prolong our delay here. I’ll be right back." She heads into the toilets, and you browse video games while you wait for her.
Fifteen minutes later Michelle appears at your side. She seems much happier and more relaxed now. "All clean!" she says. "Let’s get back on the road."
You continue to head office, where Michelle hangs out with her old colleagues while you conduct some business with your corporate counterparts. The rest of the day is rather dull, but you cannot help but smile whenever you recall Michelle’s little panty-pooping adventure...
THE END
Score: 6/10
"Ugh!" says Michelle, biting her lip nervously. "Will you come in with me, and save me if things get ugly?"
"Of course," you tell her.
You walk in with her, and hover nearby as she joins the queue for the toilets. Almost immediately, the blonde woman in front of her turns around and says, "Yuck! Have you shit yourself or something?"
Michelle’s cheeks turn crimson as she nods. "I’m so sorry," she says.
"Eww how disgusting!" exclaims the blonde loudly. "What a filthy bitch!"
Michelle looks ready to bolt, so you step forward and say,
"Hey, there’s no call for that sort of language. It’s not her fault – have some sympathy!"
"Come on Michelle – let’s get out of here."
You go inside and watch the queue for the toilet. After five minutes it has shrunk to nothing, so you wave to Michelle, who hurries inside and joins you. "Thank you!" she says.
"Don’t mention it – I’ll see you outside," you reply.
Fifteen minutes later she rejoins you, looking much more relaxed. As she gets into your car she says, "Well, that was quite an ordeal! I’m glad it’s over. Let’s just forget about it, shall we?"
"I’ll try," you tell her with a chuckle.
You continue to head office, where Michelle hangs out with her old colleagues while you conduct some business with your corporate counterparts. The rest of the day is rather dull, but you cannot help but smile whenever you recall Michelle’s little panty-pooping adventure...
THE END
Score: 6/10
"Not a bad idea," says Michelle, "except that of course I already have a longer skirt, back at the office. Do you think you could run in and fetch it for me while I wait outside? Obviously we’ll have to wait until everyone is allowed back inside…"
"Sure," you say, and you drive back to the office. People are already heading inside again, so you join them and retrieve Michelle’s skirt. Returning to your car, you avert your eyes while she changes, though really there is nothing to see as she pulls her own skirt on over the top of the miniskirt. All of this is rather tricky in such a cramped space, but she manages it.
You drive her back to the supermarket, and watch as she hurries inside. Fifteen minutes later she returns, looking much more relaxed. "All clean now!" she announces. "Let’s get back to the office."
The rest of the day is rather dull, but you cannot help but smile whenever you remember the sight of Michelle’s bulging panties, sagging beneath the hem of her tiny little school skirt…
THE END
Score: 6/10
"You want to get me drunk?" Michelle inquires in disbelief.
"No, of course not!" you say. "I’m just talking about a couple of glasses’ worth – enough to steady your nerves so that you can face the supermarket masses without collapsing into a puddle of anxiety."
Michelle laughs. "Well it’s tempting – I do like a nice glass of wine – but I don’t feel right about drinking during work hours."
"I’ll make sure you don’t get into trouble," you tell her with a smile. "I’m your boss, after all."
"All right then," says Michelle. "Go for it – buy me some wine. You may also want to pick up a corkscrew and a plastic cup or something – I’m not drinking straight from the bottle."
You hurry into the supermarket and buy a bottle of…
Beaujolais
Bordeaux
Fortunately, as you approach the security guard, his attention is diverted elsewhere, and he frowns and hurries off to the left, leaving your path clear. You continue on to the toilets, attracting the astonished gasps of a few other shoppers who notice Michelle’s visibly full panties. Looking rather distressed, she almost runs into the ladies’, and you wait for her outside.
Fifteen minutes later she emerges, looking a little more relaxed. "All clean now," she says. "But I had to flush my panties, and this is a very short skirt! Let’s get back to the office quickly."
You nod, and both of you leave the store. You drive Michelle back to work, and the rest of the day passes uneventfully. But you cannot help but smile whenever you recall the sight of Michelle’s bulging panties, swaying beneath the hem of her delightfully short skirt…
THE END
Score: 7/10
"Perhaps all the smells of perfume and whatnot will disguise the smell of your poo," you say as you walk with Michelle into the cosmetics area.
"But not the sight of it!" says Michelle anxiously. "Just stay close behind me, all right?"
"Of course," you say, but it is not long before her accident is noticed by a red-haired sales girl.
"Oh my God!" the young woman exclaims, staring at Michelle’s panties.
Michelle whips around quickly to face the woman, but this exposes her bulging underwear to a brunette at the next counter. "Eww!" says the brunette. "Oh that’s nasty!"
"Get yourself to a toilet, woman!" says the redhead.
Michelle is looking increasingly like a deer in the headlights, so you jump in and say, "We were trying to, but there was a security guard in the way so we took a detour through your section." Then you add,
"We’ll be out of your sight in a moment. Come on, Michelle."
"This poor girl’s suffered enough without being apprehended by security and thrown out of the mall."
"Great idea!" responds Michelle. "Thanks!"
You find Michelle’s skirt and take it to your office, tossing it inside for her to catch, which she does deftly. "Thank you!" she says.
"Don’t mention it," you say, and you return to her cubicle while she changes. A minute later, you see her trotting to the restroom.
At five o’clock everyone leaves, including a much more relaxed-looking Michelle. It has been an interesting day, you reflect to yourself, but you are not much looking forward to returning to your smelly office…
THE END
Score: 6/10
"Thank you!" responds Michelle. "That’s a good idea. I’ll tell my boyfriend not to pick me up – I’ll say I’m working late."
"Best wait a bit until everyone else has gone," you type.
"Agreed," she replies.
Once most of the office is deserted, you go to your office and open the door. Michelle is sitting at your desk, casually checking emails. "How are you doing?" you ask.
"Fine thanks," says Michelle with a smile. "Funny how I’ve kind of got used to sitting in this mess. It’s not bothering me as much as I’d have thought."
"Well, most people have gone, so we might as well head out," you say.
"Okay," says Michelle. "Let me go and change into my own clothes."
As she walks past you, you notice that her panties, still full of poo but very squished, are sagging slightly beneath her skirt. You wait while she changes, and then you head out into the car park together. "I suppose I could have cleaned up in the toilet, now that most people have gone," reflects Michelle, "but I think I’d rather do it in the comfort of my home, where I can have a nice shower afterwards."
As she climbs into the passenger seat of your car, she carefully tucks her skirt well under her thighs so that she does not mess up your upholstery. You start the car and drive out of the car park, heading in the direction of Michelle’s house. After a couple of minutes, you turn to Michelle and say,
"Fancy stopping somewhere for a bite to eat on the way?"
"Well, today has certainly been … different."
"What, are you her boyfriend?" asks the blonde disdainfully. "I feel sorry for you."
"Why?" you inquire, before Michelle has a chance to jump in and correct the woman. "She’s a very sweet girl. You’re the bitch – it’s your boyfriend I feel sorry for."
The blonde’s eyes narrow. "I’m going to find the manager!" she says, and she marches off.
The door of the ladies’ toilet opens, and the woman at the front of the line turns and says to Michelle, "You’d better get in there, girl."
"Thank you!" says Michelle gratefully, and she hurries in.
The blonde returns with a tired-looking manager, who inquires of you what the fuss is about. You explain that your friend had an accident and is getting cleaned up, and that the blonde was extremely rude and mean to her. The blonde protests, but her foul-mouthed tirade merely reinforces your case, and the manager eventually threatens to throw the woman out. This is enough for the blonde, who storms out of her own volition.
When Michelle emerges, looking a little anxious, you tell her what happened. She smiles and relaxes, and the two of you return to the car and drive back to head office, where Michelle hangs out with her old colleagues while you conduct some business with your corporate counterparts. The rest of the day is rather dull, but you cannot help but smile whenever you recall Michelle’s little panty-pooping adventure...
THE END
Score: 7/10
Michelle is only too happy to hurry out of the MacDonald’s with you, but this action leaves her problem unsolved. "Whatever am I going to do about my accident?" she inquires with a sigh.
"I think you’re just going to have to bite the bullet and clean up at head office," you tell her.
She bites her lip, and nods reluctantly. You drive her back to the corporate office, and summon the elevator. But a group of well-dressed businessmen appears, and heads for the elevator while you are waiting for it. Michelle’s eyes widen in panic as she watches them approach, and you say,
"Quick – let’s take the stairs instead."
"Uh-oh."
You return to the car, open the wine bottle, and pour out a glassful into one of the forty plastic cups you were obliged to buy, since they did not come singly. Michelle, who is standing between your car and a big SUV in the next parking space, takes a sip of the wine, and then drinks it down gratefully. "Mmm, this is nice!" she says. "And very light – it shouldn’t get me drunk."
You chuckle and say, "Then have another!" And you pour her a second glassful.
Michelle smiles and says, "Well I really shouldn’t … but okay."
You chat with her for a few minutes while the wine takes effect. You pour her another glassful, and she drinks this one too. She is now very relaxed.
"You know, it doesn’t actually feel all that bad," she confides in you. "I just wish my skirt wasn’t so short."
"I love that it’s so short," you tell her with a grin. "It’s a very sexy look."
She prods you with a finger. "You shouldn’t say things like that to me," she says. "That’s sexual harassment."
"I do apologise," you say, your cheeks reddening.
She giggles. "You really think it looks sexy?" she inquires, turning around and sticking her bottom out slightly.
You nod, and say,
"Perhaps you should go into the store and clean up now. But walk slowly…"
"How brave are you feeling now? Would you be willing to go to the mall like that?"
You return to the car, open the wine bottle, and pour out a glassful into one of the forty plastic cups you were obliged to buy, since they did not come singly. Michelle, who is standing between your car and a big SUV in the next parking space, takes a sip of the wine, and then another. "Wow, that’s a strong wine," she says. "I think one glass will suffice."
A few minutes later, having finished the wine, she says, "Okay, I’m ready. Wish me luck!"
"Good luck," you say.
"Thanks!" She takes a deep breath, then she hurries towards the store, her bulging panties bouncing around beneath her short skirt and attracting astonished stares from everybody who happens to glance her way. You chuckle as she enters the store and disappears from view.
Fifteen minutes later she reappears, looking rather shame-faced. "God that was awful!" she says as she walks up to you. "I think a few people saw me and figured out what I’d done. The look I got from one of the checkout girls as I left the toilet! Ugh!"
"But you’re all clean now – that’s the main thing," you say. "Come on – let’s get back to the office."
The rest of the day passes uneventfully, but you cannot help but smile whenever you remember the sight of Michelle’s bouncing, poo-filled panties.
THE END
Score: 6/10
You take Michelle’s arm and hurry her towards the toilets. "God that was awful," she mutters, and then she winces as she hears another hurtful comment thrown her way.
"Yes, well, it will be over soon," you reassure her.
She darts into the ladies’, and you watch her full panties bouncing around beneath her hemline until she has disappeared from view. Fifteen minutes later she emerges, looking much more relaxed.
"I had to throw away my panties," she says. "And this skirt’s awfully short to be going commando! Let’s get back to the office."
You both head out of the mall and return to the office, where you part company. The rest of the day is rather dull, but you frequently keep your mind entertained with memories of Michelle’s bulging panties, sagging beneath her ridiculously short skirt…
THE END
Score: 7/10
The redhead’s attitude changes at once. "Aww, you poor thing," she says to Michelle. "Yeah, you don’t want Steve seeing you like that. He’s a total asshole; he’d love the opportunity to kick someone out of the mall."
The brunette nods. "Yeah, we call him Hitler. That guy likes his job WAY too much. And he’s a complete jerk to the women around here, too."
"If he’s hanging around near the entrance to the toilets, you’d better wait here for a moment until he’s moved on," says the redhead. Don’t worry about the smell – we have products for that!" And she sprays some perfume into the air around you and Michelle.
"Thank you!" you tell her, coughing a little from the heavy scent in the air. Then you say,
"Perhaps, Michelle, you could try a few of these nice ladies’ products while you’re here."
"But we don’t want to stink the place up – we’ll just head straight for the toilets."
Michelle laughs. "Like this?" she says. "Hardly. Just get me straight home, please."
You drive her home, and she carefully gets out of your car. "Thanks!" she says. "See you tomorrow."
"Have a good night," you tell her. "Bye."
You drive off as she walks up to the front door of her house. This has been an interesting day, and despite the rather awful smell in your car, which your fan is desperately trying to clear, you can’t help but smile at the thought that Michelle has spent almost all of today wearing poo-filled panties. Perhaps, you think to yourself, she has been enjoying the experience…
THE END
Score: 7/10
"It has!" Michelle agrees. "I can’t believe I got away with wearing messy panties all day! You know – and please don’t tell anyone this – it was actually rather … exciting!"
You laugh. "Your secret is safe with me," you tell her.
You drive her home, and she carefully gets out of your car. "Thanks!" she says. "See you tomorrow."
"Have a good night," you tell her. "Bye."
You drive off as she walks up to the front door of her house. In your rear-view mirror you see her pause and reach back to feel the lump in her panties through her skirt. Clearly, she has been enjoying this experience, and you are fairly sure that once she gets inside her house, she will be in no great hurry to clean up…
THE END
Score: 7/10
You lead Michelle to the stairwell, and you begin to ascend. Seven floors is a long way for Michelle to climb in messy panties, and she keeps making small noises of disgust. When you eventually reach your destination, you enter the open plan corporate office, and you smile and wave at all the familiar faces. Pat, the vice president of the company, comes over and shakes your hand as Michelle looks around desperately for the toilets.
"Hey Jim," says Pat, and then he turns to Michelle. "And who’s this?" Then he sniffs, and says, "Hey, what the heck?"
"This is Michelle – she had a bit of an accident in the car when we got stuck on the interstate," you tell Pat. "Please don’t hold it against her – it was my fault for not exiting when I should have done."
"Oh – well, how awful for you, Michelle," says Pat generously. "I can’t imagine how you must be feeling right now."
"I’m so embarrassed!" says Michelle, her cheeks bright red as she shakes Pat’s extended hand. "Where are the toilets, please?"
"They’re over there," says Pat, pointing.
"Thanks," says Michelle. "I’ll be as quick as I can."
Twenty minutes later she emerges, and she spends the next couple of hours catching up with her former colleagues while you meet with your corporate counterparts. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, but whenever you think about your unusual car journey with Michelle, you cannot help but smile...
THE END
Score: 7/10
When the elevator’s doors open, you and Michelle hurry inside and hit the button for the seventh floor, but you are almost immediately joined by five other men. As the doors close, they start to cough and utter exclamations of disgust.
"What the hell? That’s some fart!"
"That’s no fart – someone’s shit themselves!"
Michelle says nothing, but looks extremely nervous and uncomfortable. One of the businessmen turns to you and says, "Hey, pal, have you shit yourself?"
Your cheeks reddening, you reply,
"No, it was my female companion here."
"Yes, well I intended to just fart, but I accidentally … followed through."
Michelle laughs. "All right," she says, grinning mischievously. She starts heading towards the supermarket’s main entrance, sashaying sexily so that her bulging panties wiggle back and forth beneath her tiny skirt’s hem. She has almost reached the entrance – without incident – when she suddenly turns around and comes back to join you.
"Something wrong?" you ask.
"No!" says Michelle, and she giggles. "But I’m feeling a little naughty. Can we go somewhere where I can walk around like this without getting into trouble?"
You smile at her. "How about the mall?" you suggest.
She shudders. "That’s a little too public. And there are security guards there."
"Ah, but there are toilets at either end," you say. "If you get caught, you can always claim the accident just happened and you’re on your way to the toilet to clean up."
"That’s a good idea!" says Michelle, giggling again. "Okay Jim – take me to the mall!"
She gets into your car, taking care not to sit down on her bulging panties, and you drive slowly out of the car park and towards the mall. Parking near to one of the entrances, you get out and walk inside with Michelle. She is breathing heavily with excitement, and you say to her,
"Why don’t you walk on ahead? Later I’ll let you know how people reacted as you passed them by."
"Here, take my arm. People will be less likely to challenge you if they see you’re with me."
Michelle laughs and shakes her head. "I don’t think so!" she says. "No, I think I’ll just hang around here for a few minutes, then go and clean up."
"Want some more wine?" you suggest.
"No!" she says. "I’ve had enough, thanks." She drains the plastic cup and hands it to you. "Off I go, then. Wish me luck!"
"Good luck," you say.
As she hurries towards the main entrance, she is spotted by a man in the green and yellow uniform of a supermarket employee. "Hey!" he says.
With her poo-stuffed panties bouncing beneath her skirt, Michelle squeals in alarm and runs into the store. You get back into your car and wait for her to return. Fifteen minutes later, she does so, and as she climbs into the passenger seat, she giggles.
"Well that was fun!" she says. "I think a few people saw me, and one girl gave me the dirtiest look as I was going into the toilet. But do you know what I did?"
"What did you do?" you inquire.
"I lifted up the back of my skirt!" says Michelle in a wide-eyed whisper. "I still can’t believe I did that! But I must’ve shown her the whole of my panties!"
"That was very brave of you!" you commend her. "And very sexy. Good for you."
Michelle giggles again as you start the car and set off back towards the office. The rest of the day passes uneventfully, but the memories of Michelle’s accident and its aftermath will keep you entertained for a long time to come…
THE END
Score: 7/10
"I don’t know," says Michelle dubiously, but the brunette and the redhead both pounce on the opportunity to make a sale.
"We’ve got a new range of make-up here," says the brunette. "Including an eye shadow that will look great on you."
"Oh yes?" says Michelle, interested despite her current predicament.
"Or how about a little mascara?" suggests the redhead. "We have a new product that volumizes and curls your lashes…"
"I could be tempted to try a little eye shadow," says Michelle, "if you don’t mind putting up with this smell for a few minutes."
"The smell is pretty bad," acknowledges the brunette. "But I can handle it. Come over here and sit on this stool."
"Ugh, really?" says Michelle. "You want me to sit down?"
"You’re too tall for me otherwise!" says the brunette, who is barely more than five feet in height. She tears half a dozen paper towels off a roll and lays them on top of the stool. "Here."
Michelle squats over the stool, and slowly lowers herself on to it, shuddering as her poo hits the paper towels and starts to squish beneath her buttocks and pussy. "Ugh!" she mutters, while the brunette watches in fascination.
For a moment the eye shadow is forgotten. "That must feel really gross," says the brunette, screwing her face up. "Is it?"
"It’s all warm and squishy," says Michelle, shuddering. "It feels weird … but … not too bad I suppose."
The brunette and the redhead both laugh. You clear your throat and say,
"Perhaps we should hurry this along? People will start noticing the smell pretty soon."
"Perhaps you should try wiggling your bottom, Michelle. That might feel quite interesting."
"Okay," says the brunette. "Just watch out for Steve!"
"We will!" you promise.
In fact, you see no sign of the security guard as you approach the toilets. Michelle darts into the ladies’, and you watch her full panties bouncing around beneath her hemline until she has disappeared from view. Fifteen minutes later she emerges, looking much more relaxed.
"I had to throw away my panties," she says. "And this skirt’s awfully short to be going commando! Let’s get back to the office."
You both head out of the mall and return to the office, where you part company. The rest of the day is rather dull, but you frequently keep your mind entertained with memories of Michelle’s bulging panties, sagging beneath her ridiculously short skirt…
THE END
Score: 7/10
Michelle looks upset as you throw her under the bus, but the businessmen do not comment further; they merely glare at Michelle briefly and then hold their breaths as the elevator crawls up the shaft at what seems like a painfully slow rate. When the doors open at the fifth floor, they cannot get out of the elevator fast enough. You and Michelle ascend the rest of the way on your own in uncomfortable silence, and then finally the doors open on the seventh floor.
Entering the open plan corporate office, you smile and wave at all the familiar faces. Pat, the vice president of the company, comes over and shakes your hand as Michelle looks around desperately for the toilets.
"Hey Jim," says Pat, and then he turns to Michelle. "And who’s this?" Then he sniffs, and says, "Hey, what the heck?"
"This is Michelle – she had a bit of an accident in the car when we got stuck on the interstate," you tell Pat. "Please don’t hold it against her – it was my fault for not exiting when I should have done."
"Oh – well, how awful for you, Michelle," says Pat generously. "I can’t imagine how you must be feeling right now."
"I’m so embarrassed!" says Michelle, her cheeks bright red as she shakes Pat’s extended hand. "Where are the toilets, please?"
"They’re over there," says Pat, pointing.
"Thanks," says Michelle. "I’ll be as quick as I can."
Twenty minutes later she emerges, and she spends the next couple of hours catching up with her former colleagues while you meet with your corporate counterparts. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, but whenever you think about your unusual car journey with Michelle, you cannot help but smile...
THE END
Score: 8/10
Michelle looks grateful as you take the blame for her accident, but the businessmen stare at you in anger and contempt, holding their breaths as the elevator crawls up the shaft at what seems like a painfully slow rate. When the doors open at the fifth floor, they cannot get through out of the elevator fast enough. As the doors close behind them, Michelle turns to you and says, "I can’t believe you let them think it was you! Thank you so much!"
You smile at her. "You’re welcome. This has been unpleasant enough for you already – I didn’t see any need to add to your misery."
Michelle is nervous but smiling as the doors open again on the seventh floor. She follows you into the open plan corporate office, where you smile and wave at all the familiar faces. Pat, the vice president of the company, comes over and shakes your hand as Michelle looks around desperately for the toilets.
"Hey Jim," says Pat, and then he turns to Michelle. "And who’s this?" Then he sniffs, and says, "Hey, what the heck?"
"This is Michelle – she had a bit of an accident in the car when we got stuck on the interstate," you tell Pat. "Please don’t hold it against her – it was my fault for not exiting when I should have done."
"Oh – well, how awful for you, Michelle," says Pat generously. "I can’t imagine how you must be feeling right now."
"I’m so embarrassed!" says Michelle, her cheeks bright red as she shakes Pat’s extended hand. "Where are the toilets, please?"
"They’re over there," says Pat, pointing.
"Thanks," says Michelle. "I’ll be as quick as I can."
Twenty minutes later she emerges, and she spends the next couple of hours catching up with her former colleagues while you meet with your corporate counterparts. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, but whenever you think about your unusual car journey with Michelle, you cannot help but smile...
THE END
Score: 7/10
"Um, okay," says Michelle, a little nervously. You slow your pace and hang back as she walks on ahead, her bulging panties undulating back and forth beneath her hemline with each step. You increase your pace again when she is about twenty yards ahead, and you maintain this distance as she progresses through the mall. You soon see people start to notice the smell as well as the sight of Michelle’s panties, and you smile as you pass people discussing her accident in astonished tones.
Michelle, apparently oblivious to these reactions, seems to be relaxing a little, and she even starts to play up on the situation, stopping to look in shop windows and even bending over slightly to peer at low items, so that her skirt rides up to reveal even more of her poo-filled panties. As you continue to follow and watch her, you are delighted by the way she keeps getting more and more daring.
A security guard walks out of a shop Michelle has just passed, and fortunately he does not look in her direction. Instead, he turns towards you and then pauses, looking off in the distance at something behind you. As you approach him, you are acutely aware that he could turn around at any moment and see Michelle, who has just bent over to pull up her white socks. Her bulging panties are very much on display, and you decide to…
Hurry over to Michelle to warn her about the security guard.
Talk to the security guard in an attempt to keep his attention away from Michelle.
"Thanks," says Michelle gratefully, and as she takes your arm, the two of you start walking through the mall together. You hear a few whispered comments and exclamations behind you, but Michelle seems oblivious, and after a minute or so, she giggles. "This is actually kind of fun!" she says.
"Glad to hear it," you reply with a smile. "We’re about to reach a set of restrooms – would you like to take this opportunity to clean up?"
"No," says Michelle, and she giggles again.
"Good girl," you say.
Five minutes later, you reach the other end of the mall and find yourself entering the local branch of Best Buy. Here your luck runs out, however, as one of the employees runs up to you and says "Hey!"
"Yes?" you say innocently.
"She can’t come in here!" says the man, barely even glancing at Michelle. "Get her to the toilet, for God’s sake!"
Other employees, one of them well over six feet tall, are approaching, and you decide to make a hasty exit. Turning around, you lead Michelle quickly out of the store and…
Out through a side entrance into the parking lot.
Back through the entire length of the mall.
The brunette nods. "Yes, of course," she says. She applies some eye shadow to Michelle, and then shows her the effect in the mirror.
"I like it," says Michelle. She buys the eye shadow and then, nervous about the smell, you hurry her along to the restrooms. Luckily you see no sign of the security guard on the way. Michelle darts into the ladies’, and you watch her panties, with a squashed-flat poo-bulge, just peeping beneath her hemline until she has disappeared from view. Fifteen minutes later she emerges, looking much more relaxed.
"I had to throw away my panties," she says. "And this skirt’s awfully short to be going commando! Let’s get back to the office."
You both head out of the mall and return to the office, where you part company. The rest of the day is rather dull, but you frequently keep your mind entertained with memories of Michelle’s accident, and the rather surreal experience in the cosmetics department…
THE END
Score: 7/10
The brunette and the redhead immediately say "Ewww!" at your suggestion, but Michelle looks uncomfortable. She shrugs and says, "It might – but I don’t think I should try it."
The brunette chuckles. "Go for it if you want. I don’t care."
Michelle does not reply, but after a moment’s hesitation, she starts to slowly undulate her hips on the stool, rubbing her pussy and buttocks into her poo. With the cosmetics girls watching in a mixture of disgust and fascination, she leans forward and begins to breathe heavily as she grinds her pussy into the mess. Her cheeks become flushed and she closes her eyes.
"God, she’s really getting into it!" remarks the redhead.
"Yeah – looks like she’s really enjoying it!" agrees the brunette.
You smile, and say,
"All right Michelle, that’s enough – perhaps we should get you cleaned up."
"Perhaps you should take off that skirt, Michelle, before it gets messy."
As you hurry past the security guard, he turns to watch you … and then notices Michelle and her poo-filled panties. He immediately chases after you, and catches up with you just as you reach Michelle. "Hey, what the hell are you doing?" he demands.
Michelle straightens up, looking highly embarrassed. "Oh my God!" she says. "Um, I was just on my way to the toilet. I had a bit of an accident."
"Yeah, but you can’t go around showing it to people!" he tells her indignantly. "I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to escort you to the toilet and make sure you clean yourself up."
"You’re going to come into the ladies’ with me?" asks Michelle, wide-eyed.
"No!" he says. "But I’ll wait outside and make sure you’re all fixed up when you come out."
And this is exactly what he does. After a short walk to the restrooms, Michelle and her bulging panties disappear from view, and when she emerges fifteen minutes later, the security guard asks her to turn around. She does so, lifting her skirt to reveal her naked buttocks.
The security guard gasps. "Pull your skirt down!" he says sternly. "And please leave the mall – you’re clearly drunk."
He escorts you to the nearest entrance, and you and Michelle both leave. "Well, it was fun while it lasted," sighs Michelle.
"It was indeed," you agree, chuckling. "Come on, let’s get you back to work."
The rest of the day passes uneventfully, but you keep yourself entertained with your memories of Michelle bending over in the mall, with her poo-filled panties obscenely on display…
THE END
Score: 9/10
"Excuse me," you say to the guard. "I just saw a couple of teenagers harassing a homeless old guy back at the east entrance."
"Oh yeah?" says the guard, frowning. "I won’t tolerate that kind of behaviour – not in my mall! Thanks for letting me know." He heads off at a brisk pace towards the entrance, and you hurry forward to keep pace with Michelle.
She is now squatting outside a jewellery store, with her back to the wall; she has her cell phone out and is tapping on it. As you hang back and watch, she casually allows her knees to part, revealing her inner thighs and panties. The bulging material containing her poo is sagging down beneath her buttocks, almost touching the floor, and it becomes more and more obvious as her legs continue to part.
It is a very lewd display, but although a few people notice, they merely gasp and hurry on their way. It is only a matter of time, though, before somebody challenges her or makes a fuss. You…
Walk over to her and say, "I think it’s time to move on, Michelle…"
Sit down on a nearby bench and continue to enjoy the show.
Out in the parking lot, you turn to Michelle and say, "Having fun?"
She giggles. "Totally!" she says. "But I want to do more!"
You smile and say, "Like what?"
"I don’t know – I’m rather drunk and not thinking straight," she says. "You decide."
You think for a minute, then say,
"How about I fuck you while you have all that poo in your panties?"
"Let’s go into the city centre – you can walk the streets like that."
You start to walk back through the mall, but this time your luck runs out. A security guard spots Michelle’s bulging panties as you pass him, and he runs to catch up with you. "Hey!" he says. "Have you had an accident?"
It is a rhetorical question; the smell is very obvious. "Sorry," says Michelle. "I was just on my way to clean up."
"Really?" he says sceptically. "I think I’ll come with you, to make sure you do."
There is no way to further prolong the situation, and Michelle, looking chastened, seems to have lost the mood. She hurries to the restrooms and disappears into the ladies’. Fifteen minutes later she emerges, looking a little disappointed and no longer smelling of poo. The security guard nods, and walks off.
"Well, that was fun while it lasted," sighs Michelle.
"It was indeed," you agree, chuckling. "Come on, let’s get you back to work."
The rest of the day passes uneventfully, but you keep yourself entertained with your memories of Michelle walking through the mall with her poo-filled panties on display…
THE END
Score: 8/10
Michelle opens her eyes, looking embarrassed. "Oh dear!" she says. "I can’t believe I just did that!" She gets off the stool and picks up the paper towels, which have got rather messy.
"Let’s get you to a toilet," you say. You lead her away from the cosmetics counter, and head straight for the restrooms.
"Ugh, it’s all sticking to me!" complains Michelle.
"Did it really feel that good?" you inquire.
"For a moment it did," she admits. "But now I mostly just feel horribly ashamed of myself."
"You’ll feel better once you’re clean," you tell her.
It takes almost twenty minutes for Michelle to clean up. When she emerges, she looks rather sheepish. "I had to throw away my panties," she says. "Can you take me back to work now?"
"Of course," you say.
The rest of the day passes uneventfully, but you frequently smile as your mind takes you back to the incredible sight of Michelle sitting on a stool in the cosmetics department, grinding her pussy into her own poo…
THE END
Score: 9/10
The brunette grins. "Good idea," she says. "Here, let me help you."
"Um…" says Michelle anxiously, but she permits the brunette to unzip the side of her skirt. Then she stretches her arms up as the young woman pulls the garment all the way up her body and over her head.
"Do go on," says the brunette, as Michelle looks very embarrassed, sitting on the stool in a blouse and panties and very little else.
Michelle closes her eyes and resumes rubbing her pussy into her poo. After a minute she starts to moan softly, and she spreads her legs wider, so that you can see her panties bulging slightly between her legs. As you and the cosmetics girls watch in fascination, Michelle’s excitement intensifies over the next couple of minutes, until she is moaning at an alarming volume. The brunette and the redhead look around nervously, and seem to panic slightly at the sight of astonished customers looking Michelle’s way, and in some cases approaching to see what is happening.
"Stop!" says the brunette urgently, putting her hand on Michelle’s shoulder.
But it is too late, and Michelle shudders uncontrollably as she utters her loudest moans yet. Her climax lasts more than ten seconds, and when she comes down from it, she suddenly opens her eyes and squeals at the sight of seven or eight customers watching her with shocked faces. "Oh God!" she says, and she jumps off the stool, grabbing her skirt from the brunette. Then she runs towards the restrooms, and you chase after her.
Twenty minutes or so later, she emerges, looking mortified. "I can’t believe I did that!" she groans. "I’ll never be able to show my face in this store again!"
"Oh of course you will," you say to her. "You might want to stay away from that particular counter for a while, but don’t worry – I think you got away with it, somehow!"
She sighs. "Well, I can’t exactly undo what happened," she says. "But can you take me back to work now?"
"Of course," you say.
The rest of the day passes uneventfully, but you frequently smile as your mind takes you back to the incredible sight of Michelle sitting on a stool in the cosmetics department, without her skirt, climaxing loudly from the act of grinding her pussy into her own poo…
THE END
Score: 10/10
Michelle giggles and nods as you help her to her feet. "Goodness knows what I’d have done if you hadn’t stopped me. I’m being very naughty, aren’t I?"
"In the best possible way," you tell her with a smile.
You and Michelle continue walking through the mall, but a couple of minutes later, Michelle suddenly turns around as someone taps on her shoulder. You turn too, and your eyes widen at the sight of an angry-looking security guard.
"I’d never have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes," he says. "You should be ashamed of yourself – both of you!"
"I was just on my way to clean up!" says Michelle quickly.
"Yeah, I’m sure," says the guard sceptically. "Well if you don’t mind, I think I’ll come with you, to make sure you do."
There is no way to further prolong the situation, and Michelle, looking chastened, seems to have lost the mood. She hurries to the restrooms and disappears into the ladies’. Fifteen minutes later she emerges, looking a little disappointed and no longer smelling of poo. The security guard nods, and walks off.
"Well, that was fun while it lasted," sighs Michelle.
"It was indeed," you agree, chuckling. "Come on, let’s get you back to work."
The rest of the day passes uneventfully, but you keep yourself entertained with your memories of Michelle walking through the mall with her poo-filled panties on display…
THE END
Score: 9/10
As you take your seat, Michelle sits down too. Leaning back against the wall, she eases her feet forward and lowers her bottom to the floor, spreading her legs wider apart so that you can see, very clearly, her bulging panties squishing beneath her. A brown lump appears, oozing out of the left leg-hole of Michelle’s panties. As you continue to watch, fascinated, Michelle spreads her legs even wider apart, and slides her bottom forward as if to present her obscene act to the passers-by. She could hardly be more obvious if she shouted "Hey, look what I’ve done!" and pointed to her bulging panties.
Then, to your astonishment, she reaches one hand between her legs and actually pulls her panties to one side, exposing her pussy and a large lump of poo nestling beneath it. You lean forward, your mouth hanging open, as she scoops her fingers around the lump and starts to slide it up the groove between her labia, mashing it in the process. As you sit transfixed by the sight, she begins to liberally coat her pussy with a thick layer of her own poo, and then she begins to masturbate in earnest, closing her eyes and spreading her legs to a truly obscene angle.
Of course, this beautiful sight cannot last. A security guard appears from nowhere, dashing up to Michelle and hauling her to her feet. "Come with me!" he shouts.
You rush up to him and say, "Dude, we’ll get out of here immediately. Please don’t involve the police."
"They’ve already been called," he growls as he marches Michelle towards the restrooms. Pushing her towards the entrance to the ladies’, he says, "I suggest you get yourself cleaned up before the police get here!"
Looking very frightened, Michelle nods and hurries into the toilet. Five minutes later, two uniformed policemen arrive and start asking you questions. You do the best you can, but when Michelle emerges sometime later, she is arrested, and both of you are taken to the police station. The next few weeks are extremely unpleasant; both of you lose your jobs, Michelle does some jail time, and you are hit with a large fine for encouraging Michelle’s behaviour.
Still, you have the wonderful memory of Michelle’s lewd act … and in the dark times that follow, it provides a little comfort…
THE END
Score: 9/10
Michelle laughs. "I have a boyfriend!" she says.
"Would he fuck you while you were wearing poo-filled panties?"
"Definitely not," says Michelle, a little ruefully. Then she grins. "All right, let’s do it."
"Awesome!" you exclaim. You open one of the back doors of your car, and Michelle climbs into the back seat and lies down on her back with her bottom at the very edge. You pull out your penis, which has been erect for some time now, and as Michelle tugs her panties to one side, you spit into your hand, lube up your erection, and slowly slide it into Michelle’s exposed vaginal opening, just above the huge lump of poo which is resting in the back of her panties.
"Oh God!" she gasps.
You fuck her hard for several minutes, trying not to worry about getting into trouble. Fortunately, nobody accosts you in the time it takes you to reach your climax. You groan as you pump your semen into Michelle’s vagina, and then you collapse on top of her, and start kissing her cheek and neck.
"All right boss," she says, patting your back. "This doesn’t mean we’re lovers now or anything – this was just a one-time deal, okay?"
"Okay," you agree. "But just so you know – any time you feel like taking a dump in your panties and getting a nice fuck out of it, just let me know."
Michelle grins. "We’ll see," she says.
THE END
Score: 10/10
With Michelle once again taking care not to sit down on her poo, you drive her into the city centre and park in a large parking garage. Taking the elevator down to street level, you both walk out of the building and proceed down the street, acutely aware of what Michelle is showing beneath her little skirt. After a minute, a middle-aged man overtakes you, walking quickly. As he passes, you hear him mutter, "Disgusting!"
Michelle giggles, and then she ducks down a deserted side alley. You follow her, saying, "What’s up? Got cold feet?"
"Not at all!" she says. "But I want to do something outrageous!"
"Like what?" you inquire. Then you have an idea, and you say,
"Ooh, you could strip down until you’re wearing nothing but your messy panties."
"Ooh, how about you give me a blow-job?"
Michelle giggles again. "Good idea!" she says, and she begins unbuttoning her blouse. You cannot take your eyes off her as her bra comes into view, and then her naked breasts as she removes the bra too. Her skirt comes off next, followed by her shoes. Now standing in just her poo-filled panties, with her clothes in a heap on the ground next to her, she says, "What now?"
You lick your lips. "How about you throw away the rest of your clothes?"
She laughs. "Kind of scary," she says, "but I like it!" She picks up her clothes and carries them over to a dumpster at the end of the alley. Tossing them in, she returns to you and says, "What now?"
You grin at her, then you…
Pull her into your arms for a kiss.
Take her hand and lead her back out on to the street.
Michelle does not look thrilled at this idea. "I’ve never liked giving blow-jobs," she says. "But oh well – I suppose so."
You take out your penis, and Michelle kneels down in front of you. She sucks you for a while, until you groan and climax into her mouth. She pulls back, turns her head to one side, and spits. Then she gets to her feet, grimacing a little. "I think we’d best get back to the office," she says.
"Okay," you agree, and you return with Michelle to the parking garage. You drive her back to the office, where she saunters nonchalantly towards the toilets, turning heads and eliciting gasps of dismay from her colleagues as they see her bulging panties sagging beneath her skirt.
And that is the end of the adventure. The rest of the day passes uneventfully, but you cannot help but smile whenever you recall the sensation of Michelle’s lips locked around the shaft of your penis, and her tongue swirling about its tip as she sucked you off while her panties were full of poo…
THE END
Score: 9/10
Michelle gasps in surprise, but as you kiss her soft lips, she closes her eyes and responds, swirling her tongue around yours while you run your hands up and down her naked back. Her bare breasts pressing into your midriff, she relaxes and wraps her arms around your neck.
Eventually you break free, and the two of you smile at each other. "Well!" says Michelle. "That was unexpected!"
"But nice, I hope," you say.
"It was nice," acknowledges Michelle. Then she sighs. "But Jim, I have a boyfriend!"
"Would he be cool with you wandering around town while wearing panties full of poo?"
"No," she admits, and she looks rather conflicted. "This has been a wonderful experience, and I’d kind of like to do it again … but no, he totally wouldn’t understand…"
"Then I suppose you have some thinking to do," you say. "But in the meantime, you’re in the middle of the city with nothing but poopy panties to cover your nakedness. Let’s try to get you home without either of us getting arrested."
"Good idea!" says Michelle.
You head to the end of the alley, look around for any signs of police, and see none. You beckon to Michelle, and she darts out of the alley and begins running back down the street towards the parking garage, her breasts and poo-filled panties bouncing vigorously as her bare feet pound the pavement. You follow close behind, and fortunately reach the garage without incident. As you ride up the elevator, Michelle laughs breathlessly. "This is the best fun ever!" she says.
"Is your purse back at the office?" you ask her.
"Oh shoot," she says. "Yes! And it’s got my house keys in it."
"No problem – we’ll stop there on the way," you say.
You drive back to the office as Michelle crouches down in the space behind the passenger seat of your car. Having fetched her purse, you then drive her home. As you pull up outside her house, you say, "Should I wait for you? Or do you want the rest of the day off?"
"I think I’ll take the day off," she tells you with a smile. "I don’t intend to take off my messy panties just yet…"
You grin at her. "Well in that case, have fun!"
She giggles. "I will!" she says. She climbs awkwardly out of your car, looks around nervously, and then she dashes up to the front door of her house with her bulging panties bouncing around her bottom. Unlocking her front door, she turns and blows you a kiss before disappearing inside.
You cannot stop smiling as you drive back to work. What a day!
THE END
Score: 10/10
"Oh God, oh God!" mutters Michelle, her naked breasts heaving in anxious excitement as she emerges into the sunlight. "Where are we going?"
"Oh I thought we could head down to the fountain," you say. "Should be lots of people there."
"Oh wow!" says Michelle in a squeal of panic. "Jim, we’re going to get arrested!"
"Possibly," you concede.
She clutches your hand as you lead her to the junction at the end of the street. Here your luck runs out, however, as a police car suddenly drives past you, then screeches to a halt and turns on its lights and siren. "Oh shit!" says Michelle.
You are both arrested. The next few weeks are extremely unpleasant, and culminate in a suspended sentence for you, and a short custodial sentence for Michelle. Both of you lose your jobs. You have paid a high price for a few minutes of intense, adrenaline-pumping erotic excitement, but at least the memory of Michelle, walking down the street with nothing on but her poo-filled panties, will sustain you during the dark times…
THE END
Score: 9/10