Posted by Poowrite on January 08, 2003 at 19:05 [207.192.214.39]
Emily Armstrong headed briskly into the hall bathroom and, for what seemed to her to be the hundredth time today(but was actually only the fourth in the last three hours,) sat on the toilet. She sighed in relief as a wave of extremely soft chunks erupted from her anus, cuasing a parade of plops to sound through the small room.
As her bowels finally emptied and she reached for the fast diminishing roll of toilet paper, Emily wondered if the day could get any worse. She had diarrhea from the moment she woke up and it only seemed to be getting worse. She tenderly slid several squares of paper across her anal opening, wincing in pain as she came into contact with the inflammed tissues.
'Worse,' she thought reaching for the roll again, 'is the fact that I shit myself in front of my eintire Government class.' She let herself remember the horror as her mess poured down her legs and onto the floor, recalled the humiliation when everyone in the room, teacher included, burst into laughter. She also remembered the warmth and wetness she'd felt between her legs through the entire ride home.
That, of everything else she'd experienced today, burned brightest in her memory. It had been a ride filled with waves of conflicting feelings. Of course she was disgusted by the fact that she had to sit in her own shit for fifteen minutes, who wouldn't be right.
'It was gross', Emily thought, 'but kinda comfortable, like sitting on a soft, warm pillow. And then there was the turn on aspect,' Emily shook her head, as if trying to fling those thoughts from her mind. Her crotch was just reacting to the humiliation, that had to be it. But if that were true, was was het cunt dripping with juices just thinking of it.
Emily sighed, flushed the toilet and pulled up her sweats. Walking slowly and with her legs spread to prevent the burning in her ass, she headed for the den, her mind swimming in the day's memories. Even before she reached the soft sofa in the den she knew what she had to do. If she didn't the question would bother her for the rest of her days. Veering towards the stairs, she headed for her room, intent on finding out if shitting herself was the road to a greater orgaism.
She entered her room and locked the door, thanking whichever god might listen that her parents were at work until late that night. She slipped out of her green sweats and pink panties and pulled on a pair of white cottons and blue jeans, both of which were a size too small and extremely tight. After she was done doing her thing, Emily could get rid of these clohes and no one would ever notice. She sat on the bed and waited for the next attack of diarrhea.
She didn't wait long. Fifteen minutes after her course was decided, her bowels cramped up and sent urgent messages to her brain. Emily was only a little nervous, but her body trembled with excitement and even before she started shitting, her pussy was wet. At that moment she accepted the fact that pants pooping was a turn on for her. She hurried to the center of the room and hunched forward, bending slightly at the knees and jutting her butt out behind her. Then she relaxed.
A flood of hot mush poured from her, smashing up against her blue jeans and smearing over her butt cheeks. The poop was rushing out at a high pressure, so even in her tight pants Emily could feel it force it's way down her legs, around the insides of her thighs. The mush stopped flowing and was replaced by liquid. It sprayed from her madly, discoloring her jeans and legs and splattering on the floor. She was barely aware of the fact that during her 'accident' her bladder had relaxed and a gout of pee joined the watery feces on the trip down her legs. It was warm and heavy in the seat of her pants when she finally stopped going, a wad of mush was sliding down her calf and she was panting.
She had an orgaism before she had her jeans unbuttoned. She fell to the ground and feeling the mess smash up against her sent new twinges of pleasure through her body. Her hand shot down to her sopping pussy and began stroking wildly.
She wasn't sure how long she lay there, or how many time she climaxed (she was sure she shat herself again during her masturbation.) When she finally finished and looked at the hardwood floor of her room she swore. Clean-up was going to be a bitch.
'But,' she thought to herself, sending her hand between her legs for another round, 'it was worth it.'
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