Posted by Kristypee on October 14, 2000 at 13:52
The Elizabeth Chronicles
Chronicle 1: Workplace Accident
Elizabeth, or, Liz as we all called her, worked at Staples with me. We talked a bit at work, but very little at school. She was usually working at the service desk while I worked in electronics. I made frequent visits to the service desk to see her. She was very slim and she had a nice, firm butt. She had long, brown hair that she let fall loosely at the middle of her back. She was a very sexy teen with her blue eyes and small lips.
It was late at night and we were about to close. Liz was the only cashier working tonight, so she didn’t have a chance to go to the bathroom all night. She looked a bit desperate, but didn’t say anything.
Just before we closed, a customer was complaining about something I couldn’t hear. Behind the desk, Liz’s legs were jogging as she tried to keep control. As the complaining continued, she stopped jogging. Her eyes went wide and started to fill with tears.
I looked at her beautiful ass and noticed a small bulge appear on her loose black slacks. It disappeared from her butt and rolled down her legs as another small bulge showed up on her bum. She stiffened as the customer walked away. As the door closed, Liz started to cry as she continued to poop in her pants. Small lumps of brown shit fell onto the floor from her ankles: soiling her shoes. A foul odor wrapped around her as a brown, wet stain appeared on the back of her pants from her wet, shitty panties.
I walked up to Liz and offered to help her to the back so she could change. She looked at me and put her arms around me and cried. I looked down at her pants to see that she was still dumping in her panties. She kept pooping for another minute. By the time she finished, her pants were completely soiled with wet poop. I brought her out back and got her day clothes as she went into the ladies room and stripped out of her work clothes.
She had no spare undies so she wore only her jeans. We clocked out and left. On our way out, I got a good look at what was left of her panties. They were white, rippled Hanes Her Way briefs. They looked like they were made of thick cotton. They also looked very dirty. The entire backside, including the crotch, was colored brown. They looked wet and smelled terribly like shit. I also saw what looked like a yellow spot on the crotch so I wondered to myself: could she have possibly peed in her panties as well? I never found out, but I like to think she did.
Chronicle 2: Schoolgirl Soiling
Liz and I slowly talked more frequently as the months went by. I had decided to sit with her at lunch. There were a few other people at our table. We talked as we had our lunch.
She was wearing a blue turtleneck shirt and a pair of blue jeans. She was squirming: rubbing her sexy ass on the seat, as we talked. I tried not to pay attention to her provocative movements. We had continued to chat for a little while longer when she nonchalantly lifted herself off her seat. The smell of shit started to work its way around our table. Everyone started to blame each other for farting. I knew a little better and looked at Liz’s ass. Although she had slightly lifted herself from her seat, her jeans were in full contact with the chair. It was obvious that they were filled a load of shit.
As the argument continued, Liz started to get up to leave. As she rose, one of the kids next to her took her by the shoulders and forced her back down hard: saying she can’t leave until the culprit was found. I almost laughed at the grimace on her face. I knew just as well as she did that her poop had been smooshed all over her ass and pressed between her long, slim legs.
She whimpered a bit as she managed to stand. She turned and started to move away from us. She walked rather awkwardly as we all turned to look at her. A few small patches of brown were visible on her ass.
She didn’t say anything as she walked away. I heard a couple of the kids at our table whispering: ‘Liz shit her pants.’ And, ‘Liz crapped herself.’ One of the others yelled out to Liz: ‘Liz, you should really wear a diaper if your gonna shit yourself like that.’
Liz started to move faster toward the door as other people looked at Liz’s behind. People started to laugh as they noticed the patches of shit stains on the back of her jeans. She started to cry and ran out the door.
I followed her out to the nurse’s office and held her as we waited for her mother to come in with some clean clothes for Liz to change into. As we waited, I tried to calm her down with some of my past accounts of other girls. That seemed to work a little as she had stopped crying. She was standing so I stood up from the chair I was sitting in and walked closer to her. We got close and kissed. I backed her against the wall and put my arms around her. I kissed her again as she kissed back with a full load of shit in her jeans.
Chronicle 3: Baby Lizzy
It was a slow day, so I had decided to stay home from school and relax. I hung around the house for a while and then got in my car and drove around. I passed Elizabeth’s house and I saw her car so I stopped and knocked on her door. She opened it and smiled. I was kind of dumbfounded because she was nursing on a pacifier and her hair was in pigtails.
She pulled me in the door and said hi. We sat down in her bedroom and hung out. She leaned up close to me and started talking like a baby. She nudged her head into my chest and hugged me. She pulled back after a few seconds and put her thumb in her mouth and started to suck on it. She closed her eyes and leaned on me. I let my hands roam her back and then down to her ass. I felt a large bulge on the seat of her jeans.
“Did baby Lizzy do a poop in her panties?” I cooed
“Yeah. I have a big smelly poopy in my pants.” Liz took her thumb out of her mouth. I saw a small puddle of pee grow from the crotch of her pants.
“Oops. Did you do a pee pee too?” I asked.
“Yup.” She gurgled. “I went pee pee in my panties. I have stinky piddle pants. Can you change me?”
“You want your panties changed?” I let my hand wander over her wet crotch.
“Yeah. Poopy feels icky on my bum and I don’t like pee pee pants.” Liz stuck her lower lip out and pretended to cry.
I unbuttoned her pissy wet jeans and slowly pulled them down, revealing her tiny, white panties. After her pants were around her ankles, I started to remove her wet, soiled panties. As her yellowed undies came down to her knees, I could see a large lump of brown poop in them.
I pulled a diaper out from her underwear drawer. Liz saw it and smiled. She wiggled her naked little butt until her panties were off her ankles. She started to gurgle like a baby as I slid the thick diaper under her ass, which I had cleaned with baby wipes. I pulled the diaper up over her crotch and fasted the tabs on her sides. I laid on top of her and started to kiss her neck as I fondled her pretty breasts. Liz gasped and started to pee in her diaper. I heard her warm piss rattle on the surface of her diaper. Nothing leaked so I continued to kiss her.
She started to cry and pointed at her wet diaper so I started to undo it. I let it fall between her beautiful legs as I looked at her dripping vagina. I kissed her stomach and looked into her eyes. She smiled so I laid down on top of her again and thrust myself into her warm pussy. I fucked her lovingly with her wet diaper between her legs.
Chronicle 4: Shitty Liz
Our last year of high school was a memorable one. The last ones always are. No only did I find out that Liz was a teen baby (chronicle 3), but Liz had shit her pants by accident six times that year: earning her the nickname ‘Shitty Liz’. She practically had to beg the student council not to put that nickname in the yearbook.
She would always cry when someone called her that. I learned that Liz had a slight bowel incontinence. She had been since she was 13. She had explained to me that after her parents had found out, she was put back into diapers to try to cure her problem. It had worked until she was 17, when the problem came back. After living through the humiliation of being seen pooping her pants a few times, she learned to like it and started to use her diapers as a plaything. They were used primarily as a sex aid when she was with me.
About three weeks before graduation, Liz decided to wear a diaper to school. She was feeling ill and she didn’t want to take any chances. She wore a pair of loose, blue jeans and a long shirt to try to hide the diaper from prying eyes. It was in Spanish class that she knew she was going to use it. She was clutching her sides on and off throughout the entire class. I eyed her situation, as did a few other people.
As we started to take notes, she tightened her grip on her pencil and desk as she started to poop. She was very quiet about it. Apparently, it was a solid load, not soft. The telltale smell of shit filled the room. Liz raised her hand and asked to go to the bathroom. The girl behind her said out loud, ‘Didn’t you do it already Shitty Liz?’ Everyone laughed except for me and Liz, who stood up and slapped the girl in the face.
As Liz twisted her body to deliver the blow, she started to pee in her diaper. She paid no attention to the wetness in her diaper until it started to leak and a streak of wetness moved slowly down the inner thigh of her left leg. She stood there in a trance as the diaper continued to leak into her jeans; wetting the crotch and inner thighs thoroughly. She started to cry as drips of pee fell from her saturated crotch onto the floor. She went to the nurse’s office to call her mom and get some clean clothes and a new diaper.
Liz graduated without her nickname in the yearbook, but she’ll remember her senior year as one of the most humiliating times of her life.
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