Chloe's Colossal Poo
by Arthur Saxon
Chloe Barker had a problem, and rather a large one at that. It had been more than three weeks since she had pooped in her transparent panties in front of her colleagues in the office, and somehow she had managed to hold in her poo ever since. Except that now, having been through several days of near-accidents, the urge to poop had gone away. For six days now she had not felt any movement in her bowels.
As she got dressed to go to work, she stared critically in the mirror at her abdomen. It was huge, bloated as it was with three weeks’ worth of meals – she looked quite pregnant. She groaned as she stumbled through to the bathroom. She felt so heavy! And not at all well. Right now, if she could poop in her toilet, she would be happy, despite her new-found love of having public accidents in her panties. She sat down on the toilet and strained … but with no success.
Perhaps she should go to the doctor. But that was so embarrassing! And in any case, she knew what was wrong with her – she was constipated. And there were medicines for that. Perhaps she would stop in at the chemist on the way to work.
Now – what to wear? Adam had been greatly enjoying her microskirts – in addition to the one she had worn during her last accident, she had bought a few others. And, in a fit of rashness, she had taken a pair of scissors to her skirt suit – the one she wore to job interviews – and shortened the skirt so that it only just covered her bottom.
Maybe, she thought naughtily, she could wear it today. Adam would certainly appreciate it, even if her colleagues didn’t. Every day that she had worn a tiny skirt, he had gone out of his way to compliment her, and she had caught him looking at her legs many times. He had never told her that her skirt was too short, even though she knew that her supervisor Rita had complained about her.
Rummaging through her underwear drawer, she found a sexy pair of white bikini-style silk panties, with ties at the sides. These would be perfect – it wasn’t as if she was likely to have an accident today, after all. On her top half, she put on a sheer white camisole – with no bra underneath. Through the flimsy material she could clearly see her breasts and every detail of her nipples, but she would look decent enough with her jacket buttoned up.
Putting on the suit, she discovered a problem – the skirt would not zip up. With her bowels packed with so much poo, her waist was now too big to allow her to fasten her skirt. She tugged and tugged, and almost managed to get the button in the buttonhole, but it was just too much of a stretch, and she gave up. Then, trying another tack, she hoisted up her skirt so that the waistband was higher. Pulling hard, she finally managed to get the button done up, and then she yanked the zip, by degrees, upward until it was completely zipped.
The only problem now, of course, was that the lower three inches of her buttocks were now uncovered. Tugging her skirt downwards, and sucking her belly in as much as possible, she managed to get the hem down enough so that it covered her panties. It even covered her buttocks, pretty much. Of course, she now felt like she was being squeezed by an anaconda, and she was not sure whether she dared to sit down, but she loved the effect when she looked at herself in the mirror.
“Good god, Chloe,” said her flatmate Sara, emerging tousle-haired from her bedroom in just a t-shirt and panties. “You’re seriously wearing that to work?”
“Yes I am,” said Chloe. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re insane,” said Sara. “But what the hell, it’s your job – none of my business. Any milk left in the fridge?”
“Plenty,” said Chloe. “I just had toast and tea.”
Sara nodded and trudged through to the kitchen, pulling her panties out from between her buttocks as she went. Chloe picked up her purse and left the flat. Outside on the street, she caught the bus and, at ten minutes to nine, walked into the offices of Benson and Watt’s.
Only Martin was there. He grinned as she came in. “Hi Chloe,” he said.
She smiled at him – he had been pretty supportive of her microskirt-wearing habits recently. Of course, he was also a complete perv and kept trying to sneak looks at her panties … but she didn’t really mind that. She gave him a twirl. “What do you think?”
“Jeez!” he exclaimed. “Your bum’s showing!”
“Oops,” she said, blushing and pulling down hard on the back of her skirt. She turned her back on him. “Better?”
Martin could still see her buttocks, but only just. “Yeah, that’s fine,” he said.
She went to sit down, but as she was lowering herself on to her chair, she felt her waistband straining hard, and feared her button and zipper would burst. Hiking her skirt up a few inches, she was able to sit down more comfortably. This was the solution she had adopted on the bus on the way here.
Two minutes later, Adam walked in. “You ready, Chloe?” he asked.
Chloe’s brow furrowed. “Ready for what?”
Adam rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me you forgot about the visit to McArdle’s…”
Chloe slapped her forehead. “Oh I’m so stupid!” she said. “Of course!”
“If you want to change your mind, that’s fine,” said Adam, “but I think it would be good experience for you.”
“No! I want to go,” said Chloe firmly. Mainly, she wanted to go so that she could spend some time alone with Adam, but he was right – it would be good experience, too. Of course, if she had remembered about this visit, she would have worn a longer skirt…
She got to her feet and tugged her skirt down as far as she could. “Um,” she began.
Adam stared. “Jesus!” he exclaimed.
“Sorry!” she said. “I forgot we were going to McArdle’s.”
“Well it’s a nice smart suit,” he said. “I think I remember you wearing it at your interview. But whatever happened to the skirt?”
“I shortened it,” she said wretchedly.
Adam chuckled. “Well you know, I don’t suppose the chaps at McArdle’s will mind too much. Come on then.”
Chloe switched off her computer and followed him out. As she left the building, she passed Rita, who stared in disgust at Chloe’s skirt.
“Hi Rita!” said Chloe. “Can’t stop – going to McArdle’s with Adam.”
As she climbed into Adam’s car, she hiked up her skirt again so that she could sit down. This meant that her panties would be showing for the entire drive – unless she put her purse in her lap.
She put her purse on the floor by her feet, and folded her arms. Adam looked down at her panties, and grinned. “Wow, Chloe,” he said, “I really love your look today.”
“Thanks,” she said, blushing. She rejoiced internally.
Half an hour later, they arrived at McArdle’s – a firm that manufactured polyethylene beads. They reported to the front desk, where the receptionist, a buxom blonde lady in her early forties, telephoned the managing director’s secretary. Minutes later, the managing director himself appeared. He was completely bald, and in his fifties. His eyes widened as they took in the sight of Chloe with her bare legs entirely on display, but he looked quickly away and smiled at Adam.
“Adam!” he said. “Nice to see you again.”
“Hello Walter,” said Adam. “I’d like you to meet my newest customer service rep, Chloe Barker.”
“Hello Chloe,” said Walter, smiling broadly. He shook her hand, and then said to Adam, “I had no idea your staff dressed so … little.”
Adam chuckled. “Chloe forgot about today’s visit until I reminded her at nine o’clock this morning,” he said. “Otherwise I’m sure she would have dressed … more.”
“I’m very sorry,” said Chloe, thoroughly embarrassed. “I didn’t intend to lower the tone of your offices.”
“Not at all, not at all!” said Walter, still smiling. “Come – let me introduce you to the staff.”
There followed an intensely humiliating round of introductions to every one of McArdle’s thirty-eight office employees, each of whom was astonished by the sight of Chloe’s microskirt (and panties, frequently, since her skirt kept riding up). Some of them looked disgusted, but most of them were men – and most of those were very pleased to see her indeed.
The long meeting which followed came as a relief to Chloe, who was able to scoot her chair forward so that the wooden table top concealed her panties from the eyes of Walter and two of his subordinates, who were also present.
It was a boring meeting, however, filled with technical talk about product specifications and melt flow indexes and colour grades and whatnot, and Chloe was very glad when Walter finally said, “Well, who’s hungry?”
Walter took them out to lunch – another humiliating experience, as it was a pub where they sat on bar stools, with no way for Chloe to cover herself up. Her skirt was too short to sit on, and in any case she had hiked it up before sitting, so that every time she leaned forward to eat, the people sitting at tables behind her could see her panties. She heard Walter comment on this to Adam, and both men laughed.
“I’m just going to point Percy at the porcelain,” said Adam, sliding off his stool. He disappeared in the direction of the toilets.
“Um, I need to go to the bathroom too,” said Chloe. “Excuse me.”
Walter grinned as he watched her get up off the stool, flashing a considerable expanse of her panties in the process. She pulled her skirt down and hurried to the toilets, where she sat down and peed. She tried to poop as well, but nothing happened, so she wiped, flushed, left the stall, washed her hands, and exited the toilet.
Adam was standing in the doorway to the gents’. “Chloe!” he hissed. “Come here.” He took her by the wrist and pulled her into the men’s toilet.
“Adam!” she said, startled. “What…”
But her question was cut off by his mouth pressing against hers. Delighted, she eagerly stuck her tongue into his mouth, and made no objection when he pulled her skirt up around her waist. Sliding his hands into the back of her panties, he squeezed and caressed her buttocks while exploring her mouth with his tongue.
“Oh Adam!” she breathed, as he started kissing her neck. “I’ve waited so long for this. Fuck me, Adam!”
“I don’t have a condom,” he said indistinctly.
“Doesn’t matter!” she gasped. “I’ll get a morning-after pill.”
“It matters to me,” he said.
“Then how do you feel about anal sex?” she asked.
He straightened up, and grinned. “Seriously?” he said. “Sure!”
They locked themselves in a stall, and Chloe pulled down her panties. Bending over the toilet, she winced as Adam pushed his erection against her anus. “At least get yourself lubed in my pussy,” she said.
Adam nodded, and eased his erection slowly into her vagina. After sliding back and forth for a few moments, he pulled out and tried again with her anus. This time, after a few thrusts, he got the head of his penis inside her rectum. “Sorry if this hurts,” he said, pushing himself further in.
“Don’t worry – I’ve had bigger things passing through there!” she said, grimacing nonetheless.
“Yeah – I’ve seen,” he said. “Ugh – I can feel one in there now. Damn.”
“Sorry!” she apologised. “It’s been a while since I last went…”
“Never mind,” he said, and he started pounding into her anus with swift strokes – though not too deep. He had no desire to sink his cock into her poo.
Chloe rubbed her clitoris while he fucked her, and soon her breath was coming in gasps. “Oh God!” she murmured. “That feels wonderful, Adam!”
Adam said nothing as he approached his orgasm. He groaned as he came inside her, spurting his semen up against the huge log of poo blocking her rectum. Then he pulled out and wiped his penis on a few pieces of toilet paper.
Chloe pulled up her panties, and tugged her skirt down to cover them. She smiled at Adam. “Thank you!” she said.
Adam smiled back, though a little uncomfortably. “Um, let’s keep this between ourselves, okay?” he said.
Chloe nodded. “I understand – you’re married,” she said. “I won’t tell a soul. But perhaps we can do this again?”
“Perhaps,” said Adam, relaxing a little. He kissed her quickly on the lips. “Let’s get out of here – Walter will be wondering what happened to us.”
Walter raised an eyebrow when they rejoined him, but he said nothing. Chloe suspected that he probably had a pretty good idea of what they had been doing. He took them back to the plant, where he gave them hard hats, ear-plugs, and plastic safety glasses. “Want to see how we make the stuff we send you?” he asked.
“Definitely,” said Adam.
Walter took off his jacket and tie. “You’ll want to leave your jackets here,” he said. “It’s hot as hell in the plant – you’ll roast.
The colour drained from Chloe’s face as Adam took off his own jacket and tie. “Um,” she said, “I’m not really wearing suitable outerwear under my jacket.”
Walter and Adam both looked intrigued. “Well you can keep your jacket on if you like,” said Walter, “but don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
He led them through a door, down a corridor, then up a flight of stairs, the temperature climbing steadily as they progressed. When he opened the door that led into the plant itself, Chloe was met with a loud noise of machinery and a blast of hot, humid air. After just two minutes of following Walter and Adam around, and trying to hear what Walter was shouting, sweat was beading on her forehead and beginning to trickle down her face.
Five minutes later, with her clothes sticking to her unpleasantly and the heat becoming intolerable, she removed her jacket. At first she tried holding it against her chest in her folded arms, but this was making her arms and torso way too hot, so with a sigh she draped the jacket over one wrist and simply carried it by her side.
It did not take long for Adam and Walter to notice that her sweat-drenched camisole was completely transparent and had moulded itself to her breasts. They both grinned. “Nice top!” shouted Walter over the noise.
“Here, let me carry your jacket!” yelled Adam. He took it off her – for which she was grateful.
It would not have been so humiliating if they had not kept passing plant operators, all of them male, who gaped at Chloe’s breasts and grinned or clapped appreciatively. As the tour went on, and they met the same operators over and over again in different places, Chloe had the feeling that they were actually following her around and deliberately precipitating these encounters.
And then her bowels began to move. Whether it was because Adam had awoken them with his arse-fucking, or because his sperm had acted as a kind of enema, or because of the heat of this plant, she had no idea, but now her poo was slowly inching towards her anus, and no power on Earth was going to stop it.
Certainly not her anal sphincter, though she clenched as hard as she could. It began to open up despite her efforts, allowing a small quantity of sperm to dribble into her panties, and her thick, knobbly poo barely slowed as it crept onwards.
The poo touched silk, but still Chloe’s anus continued to widen. She still tried to force it back in, though she knew it was hopeless. She clutched Adam’s arm. “I think you dislodged something!” she said as loudly as she dared. “I’m pooping!”
“What?” he replied, puzzled.
Chloe tried again, as her anus reached a painful three inches in diameter. “I’m having an accident!” she cried.
“Sorry, you’ll have to shout – I can’t hear you!” he said.
Walter, however, had read her lips, and was chuckling. “I think she said she’s having an accident!” he boomed to Adam.
“Oh!” said Adam. He glared in annoyance at Chloe. “Damn it Chloe, you couldn’t hold on until we got back?”
“No!” she shouted. Then her knees buckled as her anus passed four inches in diameter. “Oh fuck!” she yelled. “Christ, Adam, this hurts!” She grabbed hold of a railing and clenched her teeth, her eyes watering.
“Is there a toilet near here?” Adam shouted.
“There’s one adjoining the operators’ mess room!” Walter shouted back, “but it’s on the other side of the raw materials room.”
“Oh my fucking God!” screamed Chloe, her anus now so dilated that the skin around it was threatening to split. It felt like she was trying to pass a football.
At last, however, it seemed that she had reached the widest part of the poo. It speeded up as it passed through her anus, over five inches in diameter and sixteen inches in circumference. Tears were pouring down Chloe’s cheeks as she strained hard, desperate to get rid of the behemoth. “URRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!” she yelled through clenched teeth. She sank down on to her hands and knees, and tugged her skirt up over her buttocks to make room. She did not care about being seen – she only wanted to get this gigantic poo out of her so that she could feel better.
“My God!” shouted Walter. “That’s quite a turd!” He was staring at Chloe’s panties, which were tenting outwards and shaping themselves around the five-inch-thick column of poo that was oozing out of her anus at a snail’s pace.
“You just wait!” Adam yelled back. “I’ve seen her do this before – she held it for something like two weeks and then filled her panties on the pavement across the street from our office. It was HUGE, man.”
“On purpose?” asked Walter in astonishment.
“No, I don’t think so. Um, could you tell your chaps to stop watching?”
Walter looked where Adam was pointing, and saw a small crowd of plant operators clustered together, staring with open mouths at the sight of Chloe filling her panties. “Hey! You guys! Back to work!” yelled Walter. One of the men cupped his hand to his ear and looked quizzical. Walter repeated, even more loudly, “GET BACK TO WORK!” But the operator merely shrugged and cupped his ear again. Walter sighed and looked back at Chloe’s bottom.
Chloe paused, panting, and then pushed again, as hard as she could. Her poo was now pushing her panties so far out that her waistband and leg-bands were forming deep U-shapes, the elastic now several inches away from her skin. She reached back to flatten the poo, to make more room, but it soon became obvious that her skimpy little panties were not going to contain the load for long.
“Hey!” shouted Walter. “I’d rather not have her pooping all over my plant floor! My guys will kick up a dreadful fuss if I ask them to clean it up!”
Adam nodded, then looked at the jacket in his hand. He stooped and tucked it between Chloe’s legs, spreading it out beneath her bottom. Chloe did not mind – in fact she lifted her knees and pulled the jacket underneath so that she would not have to kneel on the bare concrete.
With the back of her panties filled to capacity, and more poo still coming out, Chloe was not surprised when the emerging poo found a way past the giant lump in her panties, and started sliding down between her legs to pile up on her jacket. It was now just three inches wide, but there seemed to be plenty of it, as it slowly curled around, looped back and forth across the growing pile, and built itself into a small hill between her knees.
“This is incredible!” exclaimed Walter. “I wish I had my video camera!”
“Maybe you can borrow his,” said Adam, gesturing towards the group of operators.
Walter looked – sure enough, there was young Robbie Bryce, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he filmed the action.
Chloe kept pushing, though she was getting quite tired. Her anus hurt like hell, but it nevertheless felt awfully good to be pooping, finally. This part was quite pleasant, actually – smooth rather than lumpy, and only about two-and-a-half inches in diameter. But then she hit a thicker part, and grimaced as her anus expanded to nearly four inches again.
“Christ!” exclaimed Walter. “Would you look at that! How is she doing that?”
“Like I said, she waits a long time between visits to the bathroom!” replied Adam loudly.
The four-inch section of poo was extending from Chloe’s anus horizontally, though skewed sideways from having to push past Chloe’s panties, but it slowly began to dip downwards, and as it passed a foot in length its tip came to rest on the side of the hill of poo below. It broke off, and then another, slightly narrower turd began to come out of Chloe’s anus.
Chloe reached back and replaced her panties, which had been pushed slightly to one side, so that they were central across her buttocks once more. The new poo, therefore, did not escape as its predecessors had, and it pushed downwards along the gusset of her panties. As it reached Chloe’s vaginal opening, she reached between her legs and pressed against it from outside her panties, preventing it from going any further forward. It therefore went the only way it could – into her moist vagina.
Chloe helped it along, guiding it inside her as she started rubbing her clitoris with one finger. Right now she did not care if she lost her job – right now all she cared about was how good this felt – and for a few minutes now she had been longing to feel her shit thrusting into her cunt.
“My God!” shouted Walter. “What’s she doing? Is she … is she doing what I think she’s doing?”
Adam crouched down and looked closely. The poo, arching between Chloe’s anus and vagina, was pushing the gusset of her panties away from her skin, so that he could clearly see what was going on inside. He shook his head and stood up again. “She’s letting it go into her vagina!” he shouted.
Walter bent down to see for himself. When he straightened up, he was scratching his bald head. “Well if this isn’t the most surreal experience I’ve ever had!” he shouted.
Chloe’s cunt was now full, so she allowed her poo to continue on into the front of her panties, where she kneaded it into a huge, squishy lump. Soon, however, there was no more room either in the front of her panties or in the back, and again her poo started spilling out, this time from the side of her gusset.
“Is it ever going to stop?” wondered Walter loudly in fascination.
“Well it has to, doesn’t it?” Adam shouted in response. “Laws of physics!”
“Yeah!” shouted Walter, nodding.
Chloe could not hear what they were saying to each other, but she could imagine, and she was terrified that she would stand up to find them both livid with anger. She would be sacked now, for sure … but just for this moment, she was in her own private little world, having a blast with pooping more than she had ever pooped before, masturbating herself to what would surely be a delicious orgasm.
And still she pooped, though now it was a little softer, and only a couple of inches in diameter. It looped crazily all over the mountain between her legs, until the top of the mountain was nudging against her pussy. She started grinding her panties against it, and then she shuddered in a powerful orgasm which made her moan loudly in ecstasy, though Adam and Walter did not hear her.
“Hey Adam!” shouted Walter. “Did you know, or guess, that she was going to do this today? Is this why you brought her?”
“No!” Adam shouted back. “I had no idea! I mean – I knew it was a possibility, of course, given her past history, but it’s been three weeks since her last accident!”
“You know, I’m not sure she’s been at all in that time!”
“You may be right!”
Chloe was exhausted. She was nearly finished – she could feel it – but she had no more energy for pushing. Fortunately peristalsis seemed to be working again, and so the last couple of feet of her poo slid slowly out of her anus with little or no help from her. She rocked forwards, her bulging panties detaching stickily from the mountain of poo in which they had been embedded, then she shakily got to her feet and turned to face Adam and Walter. Her head was bowed – she did not want to meet either man in the eye.
“I suppose we’d better get back!” shouted Adam.
She nodded, still not looking up.
“Thanks for the show!” shouted Walter. “I’ve never seen anything like it!”
Surprised, Chloe looked up, and saw that both men were grinning. They pointed off to their left, and she turned to see the crowd of operators watching her. They all waved at her.
“Here – why don’t you grab your jacket, and I’ll take you somewhere to clean up!” shouted Walter.
“No – I wouldn’t want to mess up your facilities!” Chloe bawled back. “Adam, can we just go?”
“Sure!” he replied.
“I’ll show you the way out, then!” shouted Walter.
Chloe stooped, and carefully gathered up all the corners of her jacket. Lifting it carefully with the sides all gathered together, she managed to keep the entire mountain of poo inside, so that none spilled on the concrete floor. Walking with the messy package held out in front of her, she looked quite a sight, what with her sodden top being totally transparent and her skirt bunched around her waist and her panties, front and back, filled to bursting point with poo. Walking made her moan with pleasure, too, and after only a few steps she was shivering in a fresh orgasm. She loved the feel of the poo on her clitoris, sliding around and caressing her like a tender lover. And the poo in her cunt felt magical, too, rubbing up against her g-spot and sliding in and out like a thick, squishy cock.
By the time she and Adam reached the car park, she was moaning with her fourth orgasm.
“You really do get off on this, don’t you?” asked Adam.
“Yes, but it wasn’t deliberate!” said Chloe urgently. “I think the anal sex must have got things moving, because I’ve been constipated for nearly a week!”
“Yeah, well,” said Adam. “Put your jacket in the boot, and … um…” He tried to think of a plan that would not mess his car up.
“I’ll kneel on my hands and knees in the back seat,” said Chloe. “Like we did the first time.”
“All right,” he said, unconvinced. Her panties looked as if they might leak at any moment.
Halfway back to town, something occurred to Chloe. “Sara’s never going to let me in like this,” she said.
“I’ll take you back to my place,” said Adam.
Chloe smiled to herself. “Okay,” she said, envisaging an afternoon’s hot sex once she had cleaned herself up.
Ten minutes later, Adam pulled into his driveway. He looked around furtively before letting Chloe out, then he led her quickly indoors once she had retrieved her jacket.
Chloe’s jaw dropped as an attractive woman in her mid-thirties appeared from another room. She was wearing a knee-length leather skirt and a striped pink blouse. Her blonde hair was done up in a bun.
Adam seemed unconcerned. “Hello darling,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind – I brought Chloe home to get cleaned up.”
“Ah,” said the woman, sniffing the air. “So this is Chloe? Hello dear – I’ve heard such a lot of interesting things about you.” She smirked slightly, and offered her hand.
“Um, my hand’s messy,” said Chloe, feeling very embarrassed and not knowing what to think. “Sorry. It’s very nice to finally meet you, Mrs Webb.”
“Please call me Valerie,” said the woman. “It’s nice to meet you, too.” She stared at Chloe’s breasts for a moment, then at the front of Chloe’s poo-filled panties, then she raised her eyes to Chloe’s face, and smiled. “So – this sounds like a good story…”
“Perhaps you could show Chloe to the bathroom?” suggested Adam, interrupting. “Before she drips on to the carpet?”
“Yes, of course,” said Valerie. “Up the stairs, dear, then take a right – it’ll be right in front of you.”
As Chloe gingerly waddled up the stairs, carrying her jacket, Valerie and Adam both watched her. “She’s delightful!” murmured Valerie. “And all that poo – incredible!”
“I thought you’d like her,” said Adam.
“I do, I do,” said Valerie, licking her lips.
“There’s more shit in that jacket of hers – you won’t believe your eyes.”
Valerie’s eyes were shining. “Have you had her yet?” she asked.
“Um, today, actually,” said Adam, a little embarrassed. “She was … she was just so hot! Of course, that was before she started pooping…”
“Do you think she’ll be up for a threesome?” asked Valerie.
“I think she’s pretty straight,” said Adam. “But you can try if you like. Anyway, you’d better hurry if you don’t want her flushing her shit away.”
“Mmm,” said Valerie, nodding. “Mustn’t waste any of that precious poo.” She hurried up the stairs after Chloe.
Adam shook his head, chuckled to himself, then he looked at his watch. Nearly three o’clock, and lots of work still to be done. He re-opened the front door, and left the house.
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