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“Office Games 5”
Posted by Writer on January 20, 1998
The lady stopped abruptly, and stared at Margaret open-mouthed for several seconds before she managed to speak. Then she recovered her composure. "Oh my goodness, what an unfortunate accident, and so close. Are you OK, my dear? Don't cry, and you must never mind about wetting yourself. It happens to lots of people and it doesn't matter." The lady put her arm round Margaret to give support and comfort.
Just then Susan appeared. "That's very kind of you to help my friend. She needed the restroom real bad, as the one outside the park was closed. She thought she might just hang on. I know what it's like when that happens."
The lady seemed reluctant to leave them, as though still concerned... or was she fascinated in the scene and the interaction between the two women? "Would you like me to help you both?” she asked. “I've got something in my bag here to help clean up." Susan was doubtful that her new friend would accept the presence of another stranger, and was surprised to hear Margaret reply, "Oh, I'm sorry, I hate to be a nuisance but we don't have anything with us, and I'm so wet."
"That's OK, let's go inside and we'll get you clean and dry. Oh, pardon me for being so forgetful…I'm Helen Page."
Margaret and Susan introduced themselves. As they re-entered the red brick building Susan was fascinated by Helen's concern and interest, and also by Margaret's acceptance. It seemed that Helen was happy to take charge and adopted a no-nonsense manner. "Now, let's have you in the stall and we'll get those wet panties off. Yes, hitch your skirt up and I'll have them down.” She noticed the stain on the seat of Margaret’s knickers. “Oh dear, it looks like you pooped in them as well. You've got them in a lovely state. Do you want to wear them again or shall I throw them away? Now spread your legs and hold your buttocks apart so I can clean and dry you."
Margaret felt a mixture of shame and excitement to be exposing herself in such an intimate and degrading manner to the older lady. Then Susan said, "I've a better idea, as she might topple. I'll sit on the seat and hold Margaret's buttock cheeks apart and then she can lean forward and put her hands on my thighs."
"Excellent idea, Susan,” said Helen. “Spread her cheeks good and wide. Like that, good, now I can see how dirty she is." As Helen went to work, she saw that some pee was still dribbling out, and her ass was smeared with excrement. Several times Margaret farted, and a little bit of runny poo burbled or plopped out, but the lady did not seem to mind. "It's lucky I’m wearing my waterproof raincoat so that any bit that plop out wont hurt anything. Just relax, my dear." She took some paper towels and carefully wiped, cleaned and dried all around Margaret's rear. Then to get her properly fresh she used some wet-wipes on her, working thoroughly and deep into the cracks and crevices.
After a while she commanded, "Now, turn round so I can see your front. And have your legs apart ... good. What a lovely thatch you have, so dark and thick, but its quite rather matted and I'll have to wipe it." She dampened a towel and wiped all around. A few times Helen's fingertips lightly brushed over her slit as she worked to get her cleaned up, and it seemed that she deliberately worked the tip of her little finger around the hood of her clit.
A continuous stream of slippery, viscous oil was now dribbling from Margaret. Although she tried to control her body's arousal she suddenly shuddered and moaned and realised her orgasm was displayed to both Susan and Helen. She was feeling ashamed of her inability to control her sexual response, and hoped that Helen would not be offended. "I'll just check that there's no mess in your vagina. Please, put your fingers and gently pull your lips apart…Ah, nice and clean and glistening, and yes, a lovely lot of love juice trickling out. I was worried that you'd be ashamed of your normal and healthy response, and I'm so glad you enjoyed this little cleansing. Try to keep your juices flowing as that will counter anything nasty getting inside.”
After a while the humiliating, though strangely exciting ordeal was over. "I cannot thank you enough, Mrs. Page," Margaret exclaimed. “I was so desperate, and ashamed of myself when I lost control in front of you. I so grateful for your help and kindness." Indeed, Helen seemed to have gained much enjoyment herself, judging by her smile and the sparkle in her eyes. She explained that she had brought up two boys and two girls and many times had cleaned them up after accidents. Susan said how they often walked round the park on a fine afternoon, but unfortunately they didn't wander too far from the public restrooms as Margaret had some problems with her bladder and bowels. "We're so lucky you were here, as my friend hates to walk around so wet and dirty.
Helen said to Margaret, "I have some 3-packs of panties I just bought, would you like a pack? I don't like to think of you walking back with no knickers on, especially under just a thin skirt. You don't have to give me anything for them. I always keep some spare panties with me, in case of accidents. " Margaret thanked her again and selected a pale green pair of nylon panties from the pack, and put them on. "Keep the pack, just in case." But before they split, Susan exchanged phone numbers with her. "I do hope we meet again, in a more relaxed situation."
"I'd like that too," said Helen. She then looked thoughtfully at Margaret for several seconds, smiled knowingly, and left.
“Office Games 6” (conclusion)
Posted by Writer on January 24, 1998
Helen's ministrations had excited Margaret more than she would have imagined. It seemed that until she saw the PVC-raincoated lady emerge from the loo she was still a virgin. A virgin in that although she fully enjoyed indulging in her bodily functions, she needed to keep them hidden from the world. Seeing Helen germinated the seed that had lain dormant inside her, to drench herself in front of a stranger. Helen's unexpected concern and succour was a surprise that had nurtured her burgeoning fetish. Having to expose herself to Helen's eyes, and having her skilful hands clean her in places even she hadn't seen herself. She realised she wished she could call her back and let her see something even more outrageous, but Helen was gone.
"Oh God! I'm becoming a real toilet fetishist…and I love it!" she thought.
Susan was looking at her strangely, as though seeing her for the first time. "You didn't feel too ashamed in front of Mrs. Page, I hope,” she told her companion. “She really got off on seeing you like that and wiping you up and touching you down there. Did you see she made sure some of your pee and gobs of runny shit splattered on her raincoat? She made no attempt to wipe it clean! I wonder if she has a white coat like that."
Margaret felt a strange stirring deep down at those words, a stirring not just in her vagina, but right in the core of her female body, right in her womb. She knew before long she'd have to poop. She daydreamed that she was actually defecating and her shit was spewing all over Helen's white PVC coat...
"Now, Miss Jenkins, you and I have one last thing to do. It's not good to hold your waste inside for too long. This is what we’re going to do…” Susan led the way to a quiet, wooded part of the park. She stopped and loosened the belt of her jeans and pushed them down a little. She stood with her legs slightly apart and faced Margaret, and directed her to stand behind her.
"I'm going to dump it straight into my jeans. If you like you can put a hand on my butt and feel it through the denim as it comes out...I’m relaxing my sphincter now...it feels so good, I can do it in my jeans even though they're tight. I've had so much practice in opening up back there." There was a soft plopping sound coming from Susan’s bum, muffled little crackly pops and bursting noises as the gas forced its way out through with the mass. It was slow because of the resistance of the denim, but that made it even better, she said,, so she could prolong the moment and savour every sensation. A deep, rich smell suggesting a varied diet rose. The aroma was strong, but not sickening.
Margaret leaned forward to sniff closer. After at least 2 minutes the mass had all emerged. It was a large turd, reshaped by the constraints of space between Susan's ass and the inside of her jeans. "Feel it, but don’t mash it too much,” ordered Susan. “Stop as soon as you see a brown patch on the outside." Margaret prodded tentatively at first, and then pushed slightly harder. The mass was soft and moulded nicely. "Lovely, stop now. I want to feel it crawl down my legs as we walk back...Now your turn. Keep your panties on and fill them. Just relax, don't force it but let it flow out naturally. I'll watch from behind."
The effect of the suppository and the other thing that had been inserted into Margaret's bowels ensured that her poop would be particularly soft and wet. There was a loud "sssppplllluuurrrrrrppp" and almost the whole contents were expelled. Susan's hands were under her skirt, holding the edge of her panties to ensure they contained most of the poop. Margaret was already so high on the afternoon's activities and the buildup to the moment that she orgasmed uncontrollably. Her knees buckled, her breath came in short gasps and her whole lower body shuddered. For several moments Susan held her steady to stop her falling. "Oh Miss Jenkins, what a dirty girl you are. Look how you've messed in your panties. I can see a bit brown patch on the seat of your skirt and you've got nasty brown runny pooh trickling out. How disgusting!”
But it was with a grin. Susan loved the way Margaret was delighting in her filthiness. "Do you want to clean up again?" Susan asked. "No,” cried Margaret. “I want to walk back like this, just as you are. We'll let people see if they look."