Randi Aux rolled her eyes as yet another five-year-old would-be thespian fluffed his lines and had to be prompted loudly from the wings. She would much rather have been hanging out with her friends this evening, but her parents had insisted that she come along and support her little sister, Tori. In this heavily butchered version of Alice in Wonderland, Tori was playing the crucial role of the Dormouse, and her brief non-speaking appearance had already come and gone.
Randi tugged her mother’s sleeve. “I need to go to the bathroom,” she said. This was partly an excuse to skip the rest of the play, but in truth she really needed to empty her bowels – she had not defecated for four days, and finally things seemed to be moving.
“You should have done that before,” her mother whispered back. “You can wait until the end – I’m sure it won’t be much longer.”
Randi pouted and folded her arms. Inside her rectum, a dense mass of poo pushed with increasing force against her anus, spurred on by powerful contractions of her intestinal walls. She gritted her teeth and clenched her anus to prevent an accident, which would be so horribly embarrassing that she did not dare contemplate the possibility. But a painful cramp made her gasp, and she could not help relaxing her anus just a little, so that it would not hurt so much. Her anus quickly started to dilate.
“Mom, I’m going to have an accident if you don’t let me out!” she whispered desperately.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” her mother snapped back. “I know you didn’t want to come, but this is a silly stunt to pull. Just sit still and behave yourself.”
Randi gripped the sides of her seat with her hands, and tried to close her anus, but it was too painful, and her poo was already pushing through. She kept trying, though, and lifted her bottom off the seat a little, so that the poo would not touch her panties while she was trying to get it back in.
For all her efforts, though, the poo kept coming, and Randi’s eyes watered as her anus was stretched to a most uncomfortable diameter. At this point, she realised that her struggle was hopeless – she had passed the point of no return. Her biggest priority was now to relieve her discomfort. And the only way to do that was to go ahead and poop into her panties.
But the idea was horrifying! Already she was beginning to catch a whiff of the emerging poo – it would no doubt smell truly awful when it was completely in her panties. She had to get out of here – and quickly!
She started to rise to her feet, but as she turned towards the aisle, her mother looked daggers at her. “Sit down!” she hissed.
“But Mom, I’m having an accident!” whispered Randi.
Shocked, her mother swung her knees to one side to let Randi pass. As she shuffled past, Randi clenched her buttocks together to slow the passage of her poo, but as it touched the silk of her panties, she realised there was no escaping her fate. Her father looked up in surprise, but made room for her to squeeze past. By the time she reached the empty seat to the right of her father, three or four inches of her poo had already passed through her anus, and its rounded tip was causing her panties to tent downwards.
Her face fell as she looked at the couple sitting in the next two seats, whose rapt attention was focused on the stage. Both of them were huge – there was no way she was going to be able to squeeze past them. For them to let her past, they would have to get up and move all the way out into the aisle – and that meant displacing the seven people between them and the aisle. The disruption would be immense.
Panicking, Randi turned back and shuffled past her father and mother again. Perhaps she could get out the other side. There were more people that way, but at least she would be noticed less at the side of the room. But there was no way she was going to reach the side aisle before she had fully pooped her panties, and her discomfort was growing ever more intense. She paused in front of her own seat, and bore down, clenching her teeth as she pushed the huge poo out of her rectum and into her panties. Her disgust at filling her panties in such a public setting was considerably offset by the relief she was experiencing as a result of getting the monster out of her bowel.
Her mother, sniffing the air, reached out and lifted the back of Randi’s skirt. She gasped in horror as she saw the growing bulge in her daughter’s panties. “You dirty girl!” she exclaimed. “Get yourself to the restroom this minute!”
“In just a second,” said Randi. She pushed hard, grunting, and another few inches of poo slithered out of her anus and into her panties. At this point her anus closed up, though she could tell there was still plenty more to come. “Excuse me,” she muttered to the people ahead of her, who one by one either stood up or shifted position so that she could pass. Before she had got very far, however, she looked ahead and noticed with alarm that in order to maximise the room’s seating capacity, chairs had been placed in the side aisle at the end of each row. There was no way for her to get out, except by the central aisle.
She turned and went back the way she had come, prompting annoyed mutterings from the people she passed. She heard one woman say, “What’s that awful smell?” Then she reached her seat and sat down, the grapefruit-sized lump of poo in her panties squishing beneath her.
“I can’t get out!” she exclaimed to her mother.
“Oh Randi,” her mother sighed, pulling out a handkerchief and burying her nose in it. “Whatever am I going to do with you?”
Randi shrugged. This was clearly not her fault – she had tried her best. Putting her hands down either side of her, she lifted her bottom off the seat and pushed again…