Posted by Donnie C. on December 07, 2003 at 12:37 [63.158.180.90]
For those of you who bitch about there not being enough stories, here's a golden oldie that was originally posted in 2001. It's slightly modified, though, because I got an idea to write a sequel!
And Katykins, YOU ROCK!!! Keep up the stellar efforts.
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(Originally posted by Kim on February 26, 2001)
Hi everyone,
this is my first try at panty pooping fiction, so be kind. My particular fetish revolves around pretty, desperate young women embarrassing themselves in front of others (particularly other sexy young women) by farting and pooping, usually in their pants. So anyway, here's the story. Tell me what you think.
23-year-old Sofia quickly downed the last of her chocolate milk shake and tossed it into the garbage before descending the stairs to the subway platform. The beautiful, young Spanish girl was wearing a short, low-cut red dress that really showed off her ample cleavage and full rear-end. The hem of the dress didn't even clear mid-thigh, and one wrong movement would have exposed her black bikini briefs. Not that she minded. Sofia was a pretty daring girl. In fact, it was this attitude that was, at least in part, responsible for this little impromptu trip to America.
Sofia's parents where rich and well respected members of European high society. They knew of Sofia's lesbianism, and still loved their daughter, but requested she keep it a secret, for fear of scandal. Sofia agreed out of respect for her parents. Besides, it was more fun this way; she loved enticing other women with her "I've never done this before," routine. In retrospect, it was foolish of them to think they could keep this a secret forever. A month ago, Sofia was caught in bed with the heiress to the Mackay fortune. There was a scandal, and Sofia's parents thought it best that she went away for a while, just to let things cool down. Sofia didn't see what the big deal was. It was kind of a relief to not have to hide anymore. But, hey, who was she to turn down an all expenses paid trip to America?
All in all, Sofia was enjoying the US. There were a lot of pretty girls here.
As she waited for the train to come, she glanced around at some of the female passengers, checking them out. Suddenly, she felt a sharp cramp in the pit of her stomach. She gave a quiet grunt and wrapped her arms around her belly. Sofia had a rather delicate stomach, and she wasn't used to junky North American food. Still, the pain wasn't too bad. Probably just a little gas, she decided. She was confident that there wouldn't be a problem. Still, she would be glad to get home.
As she continued waiting, the cramping got progressively worse, and she felt a buildup of gas in her bottom. Biting her lip, she looked around nervously as she sllooowwlllyyy released a small amount of silent gas from her bottom. She gave no sign that it was she, even as the people around her began to crinkle their noses at the smell. She carefully released another soft, silent, smelly fart, and for a moment she thought she'd be ok. It wasn't until after all the gas had hissed from her bottom that she felt a large mass of something behind her sphincter. A very large something.
Suddenly, Sofia wasn't as confident. All her life, she'd had rather weak bowel control; she couldn't count the number of times she'd messed herself over the years (even now, she had at least one accident every week). She prayed that she would be able to make it home in time.
She clenched her round bottom tightly, but couldn't stifle a short, loud fart. POOT! She continued to stare straight ahead, even as the people around her eyed her, indignation on their faces. A cute, young black girl next to her fanned her face. Sofia blushed slightly and continued to rhythmically clench her ass.
The pressure continued to increase, and she contemplated going off to find a bathroom when she heard the train rumble up. Thank God, she thought as it slowed to a halt. Quickly, she scrambled onboard and spotted a seat between a sexy young woman, about 25 or so wearing a navy blue skirt, professional blouse and a navy blue jacket and a cute, young girl, about 19, her blond hair in pig-tails, wearing a pink tank top that exposed her bellybutton and tight blue jeans. She quickly eased herself into the seat, sighing slightly. The hard plastic would help her keep control, she thought.
The train rolled away. As they moved, Sofia felt another buildup of pre-poop farts. Oh no, she thought, looking at the women next to her. Not now, oh please... She desperately clenched her butt-cheeks together, rising up in her seat slightly. It did her no good; a tiny fart left her ass. Prrrrp. The women heard, and looked suspiciously at her. Sofia looked straight ahead. The businesswoman went back to her paper. Sofia sighed inwardly. That was close.
She started to relax when she realized she wasn't done. She frantically clenched her sphincter. Too late. A loud BRRRRPHT! Vibrated wetly from her ass, reverberating noisily off the seat. The businesswoman shot her a disgusted look and fanned her face with her paper. The young girl scrunched her nose. Sofia opened her mouth to explain. BRUMPH! Another fart vibrated the seat. By now, most of the people on the train where laughing at her.
As the train halted, Sofia bolted up and ran, one hand on her bottom. She let out another messy fart as she did. By now, most of the people where pinching their nostrils shut or fanning their faces.
Sofia rushed onto the platform and baby-stepped her way through the crowd. Her hand was pressed tightly against her crack, and her cheeks where slick with sweat. As she pushed her way through the crowd, she continued to pass gas. Short, gassy farts punctuated her every step. Ppppp. Brrapth. Blurt. She could feel the warm air in her hand, and was thankful that she was able to muffle the sound and hide the smell a bit.
In the distance, she spotted a secluded bathroom. Smiling a bit, she trotted towards the door, imagining the relief. It would feel sooooo good to sit and let all this gas and poop out. She idly hoped the bathroom would be empty; she knew that this was going to be a very loud poop, and she didn't want any cute girls to hear her farting and plopping and stinking the place up.
She reached out and yanked on the door. It didn't budge. Frantic, Sofia tried again. Locked! It was then that she saw the sign. ‘Closed for cleaning'. Sofia quickly spun around, on the verge of tears. She cramped and farted and quickly reached around with her other hand and pressed it firmly on top of the other. She continued to look around, stepping in place, clenching her bum so hard it shook.
She could feel the poop beginning to breach her anus and froze. She whimpered slightly as she farted and began to mess herself. She felt her pretty pink asshole spread wide as the first poo lurched slowly into her black panties. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes wide with horror as a bulge began to appear in her seat. The first poop dropped from her bottom, and she lurched and farted out a ping-pong ball sized lump, followed by 2 more in rapid fire succession, each accompanied by a short, low-pitched fart. She grunted and squealed a bit as another long, slightly mushy poo started out of her bottom, crackling and popping as it creamed into the back panel of her ruined panties. It spread as it continued to move, squashing against her pretty butt, making a complete mess.
She moaned as her anus closed and straightened, thinking she was finished. She was wrong; another, long, loud, disgustingly wet fart blasted from her bum, brining what felt like a gallon of watery diarrhea that completely filled her flimsy panties, cascaded down her dark legs and even bubbled over the waist of her panties.
When it was over, Sofia burst into tears. How was she going to get home now? Then from behind her, she heard a voice.
"Well, isn't this quite a predicament?"
Sofia turned quickly, more to hide her dirty bottom than anything. There stood the young girl from the train. She played with her pigtails. "I'm Joy. What's your name?"
"S-s-sofia," she managed through her tears.
"Well Sofia, how are you going to get home now."
"I don't know," she sniffled.
Joy reached out and took Sofia's hand. "C'mon. I'll help you clean up." Sofia allowed herself to be dragged away by Joy. They arrived at a janitor’s closet. Joy pulled Sofia in and closed the door. She walked over to the far wall and leaned against the wall near the sink. "Let's see the damage." Sofia hesitated a moment, and then turned her back to Joy. Her dress wasn't too badly stained, surprisingly. Sofia carefully lifted the short hem of her dress to the middle of her back. Joy whistled as her panties came into view. "Wow," she said quietly. She continued to stare for a bit.
Finally, unable to contain herself, Joy stuck her hand down the front of her pants and began to masturbate. She walked over to Sofia and traced a finger over the load. Then she ran her hand up Sofia's bare back. Sofia shivered. "Let's get this dress off," Joy whispered, using her free hand to pull the dress over Sofia's head, carefully hanging it in the corner. She grasped the waistband of Sofia's panties between her thumbs and forefingers and carefully pulled them down over her long, smooth legs, leaving Sofia in her black bra only.
Joy regarded Sofia for a moment. The poor Latina's ass and the tops of her thighs where completely smeared, and there where brown trickles all the way down her legs. Depositing the panties in the sink and starting the water running, Joy grabbed a handful of paper towels, wetting a few.
"Ok," she said in a husky, sexy voice, "let's clean you up." She took the wet papers and gently wiped her dirty cheeks. She did this slowly, making sure that all the poop was cleared from Sofia's delicate buns. Then she took a few more and began to softly wipe Sofia's crack. She checked the paper and, finding it completely soiled, threw it away and started again with another.
Despite her embarrassment, Sofia felt herself getting turned on. She felt Joy's other hand wrap around her. She moaned as Joy continued to wipe her bum and gently probed her belly-button. "You're sooooo dirty," she whispered as her hand moved to Sofia's pussy and began to penetrate her, even as she rubbed her dirty anus clean.
Sofia moaned and closed her eyes. This was so sexy. Never once had she received such sensual pleasure from one of her many accidents. She bit her lip as Joy continued fingering her little clitty, making her moan.
Suddenly, she couldn't feel Joy inside her, or wiping her dirty ass clean. She turned to see Joy running a bar of soap under the tap. "Don't worry, I'll be back in a second," she grinned, rubbing herself through her jeans again. Sofia turned back around and closed her eyes. It wasn't long before she felt Joy behind her again, this time lathering her big cheeks. She resumed fingering her. Sofia began to gasp for breath as she felt herself approaching orgasm. Suddenly, her entire world went white as orgasm throbbed through her entire body. As she gently floated, feather-like, back into her body she heard Joy talking.
"Hmmmm?"
Joy was squatting before Sofia's bum. "I said ‘spread your cheeks'." Sofia reached around and grabbed her buns, stretching them apart. Joy grinned as her anus came into view. She softly probed it with her finger, making Sofia moan. Grinning, Joy touched the soap to the tiny pink rosebud, spreading a bit of soap around. Sofia gasped and accidentally farted. BLAPP. Joy closed her eyes as the warm gas blew her hair about. Sofia looked over her shoulder at Joy and pouted.
"Sorry," she lisped like a little girl. Joy giggled and slapped her rear. She took a big sniff.
"Mmmmm. Soapy." the pair giggled, and Joy was able to clean off Sofia's ass without further incident.
It didn't take long to sufficiently clean off Sofia's dress. Joy took her ruined panties from the sink. To Sofia's surprise, she took a plastic bag from her purse, put the soiled undies into it, and tied it shut tightly. She then slipped it into her purse. "A souvenir," she smiled. The pair exchanged numbers and e-mails, promising to keep in contact, and, with an intense, passionate kiss, they parted.
From her own bag, Sofia got a pair of cotton panties that had a very thick panel in the crotch and rear - insurance against further mishaps (and with her upset stomach, there probably would be). Then she returned to the subway, still basking in the afterglow of her encounter with young Joy.
Sofia smiled the rest of the way home. "America is so good to me," she thought.
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