Posted by nerdgirl on June 21, 2009 at 21:48 [71.175.227.193]
"I...don't think that I can do that," she said, very timidly as her face blushed a bright pink. I didn't mean to smile at this, but I couldn't help it. Suddenly, for the first time, I realized that there was something to like about Angela. She was clearly uncomfortable and out of her league...but was she so willing to make a true friend that she'd open herself up to something as bizarre as this?
"Will you consider it?" I asked.
"I could, yes."
"Well, why wouldn't you?"
"For a lot of reasons," Angie said with a tone that said "Isn't it obvious?"
"Angie, here is the way I see it: If you find that there is something that makes you happy and it brings you pleasure, and it doesn't hurt or effect anyone else...why would it be a bad thing? Because society tells you not to shit your pants? Fuck society. If I want to do it, and it makes me happy, I'll do it."
"Yeah, but...what about other people? Obviously you don't get accepted into society with shitty panties on."
I couldn't belive that I was having a philosophical conversation about panty pooping with her right now. I was simultaneously turned on and anxious to get back to my dorm room.
"Well, obviously. Thats why its a fetish. Its something that brings you sexual pleasure. I don't typically masterbate in public. Or have sex in public. Do you?"
"Well...no," she said, hanging her head and lowering her voice slightly. "But, I'm also a virgin."
"This is something I do for myself, by myself. So I can't see how its wrong."
"What about now?"
"What about it?"
"You're in public now, aren't you? With dirty panties on."
"Its a...controlled experiment."
"Oh."
We both kind of stared off into random spots in the sky, as things suddenly seemed kind of awkward.
"Maybe I should go," Angie said. "I promise...I won't tell anyone about this."
"Don't go," I replied. I couldn't believe I was saying this. "I...I would like your help."
"Really?"
"Well...do you really want to help me?"
"I do."
"Okay then. Come on."
We were walking side by side again, and my rear was getting pretty ripe. I smiled, as I thought about it, and spit out a little laugh. From the corner of my eye I could see Angie smiling too as she glanced to my ass every few steps.
"Is it noticeable?"
"Well...It probably wouldn't be. Except that you've got a brown stain on the butt of your pants."
"Shit...seriously?"
"Yeah."
"Oh fuck...I didn't know that. Okay, come on!"
Realizing that I was probably asking to be discovered by someone else at this point made me panic, and I found that I was jogging to my dorm now. It took me a few seconds to realize that I had grabbed Angie by the hand and I was tugging her along behind me. I didn't stop until we reached my building. I led her behind me and asked her to walk close to my back as we entered, in the event that someone was in the lobby who could notice my predicament. There was still the chance that my smell could give me away, but I figured I'd have an easier time explaining that away than the smell plus having brown stained pants.
Thankfully there was nobody in the lobby. I'll admit that there was a feeling of disappointment in the back of my mind, as I really was getting into the thrill of almost being caught. Still, I didn't actually want to face the reality of having my dorm know that I messed my pants. We scrambled up the stairs to the third floor and I flung open my dorm room door, where we both scurried in before I shut the door.
"Oh god, I can't believe we made it," I said, out of breath.
"You're so lucky," Angie said. "And so...naughty."
"Naughty? You think so?"
"Yes," she said shyly.
"Do you like naughty?"
"A lot," she confessed.
"I'm glad I could offer that experience to you then," I said with a smile.
Angie was looking at me again with this look of desire mixed with timidness. She wanted to say something...but she wasn't saying it.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Nothing..."
"No, really, don't be shy. I mean...I'm obviously not too shy right now."
"No, I suppose not," she said with a laugh. "Well, I guess I just want to...like...see them."
"Them?"
"Yeah. Your panties."
"Oh. Like, just my panties?"
"Take off your pants, Becca. I want to see your messy panties."
I smiled widely and nodded. I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and began working them down to my knees before letting them fall to the floor. I knew she couldn't see much yet, just my baby blue panties that were slightly damp in the front. Without waiting for her to ask, I rotated myself, showing her my rear now. I ran my hands over the surprisingly large lump in my panties.
"Oh wow, did I do all that? That was a big load."
I was expecting her to respond, but I didnt hear her say anything. Without facing her, I had no idea what she was doing. Thats when I felt something pressing on my loaded panties. It was her hand.
"It feels so squishy," she said.
"It does, doesn't it?"
"It's really naughty."
"You think so?"
"I do. You know, my little brother used to poop his pants when we were growing up. When I was 12 and he was 8, my mom would often have me look after him at home because she had to work and we couldn't get a babysitter. And...he really resented me filling in as a mom for him. So he'd purposefully poop himself. To make a statement of some kind, I guess. At the very least he wanted to make it so I had to clean him up and be discomforted."
"What did you do?"
"I think I fell into his trap the first few times. I'd catch him in a corner, his face all read and he was squatting. I'd ask him what he was doing, and he'd say 'Nothing' all cocky-like. But you'd smell it. You knew. So I'd try and tell him how it was wrong, not that he'd listen. Then I'd take him to the bathroom and give him a bath to clean him up. But then I decided to handle it differently."
"How is that?" I asked, very curiously.
"Well, I would play my own game. When I knew that he had pooped his pants, I'd purposefully say nothing. I'd just ignore it. And he'd try to bring my attention to it. He'd try and walk circles around me. He'd attempt to get in my face with it. But I wouldn't budge. Finally, being the little boy he was, he'd sheepishly ask me if I'd clean him up. And I'd take that chance to treat him like a baby. I'd ask him 'Oh, did little baby poopy his pants?' And you could tell by the look on his face that he was truly ashamed. Then, I'd take him into his bedroom, lead him to his bed and order him to get over my knee. And I spanked him."
"You...spanked his poopy underwear?"
"Yep. Nothing makes a kid feel worse than having their dirty accident slapped into their ass cheeks."
Angie smiled upon saying this, and I was coming to a realization: She really liked the situation I was in. This was what she has wanted since whenever she had to stop spanking her little brother.
"Angie?" I asked.
"Yes?"
"I...I..." I was having trouble saying it to her, but I wanted to so badly. "I...pooped my panties. And I need you to help me clean myself."
Angie smiled this time.
"Oh did you? Are you a little girl, Becca? Because I thought only little girls had accidents in their pants."
"N-no."
"I think you are. A little girl, making a big stinky mess in her panties. Are you ashamed of yourself, little girl?"
I blushed brightly. I hadn't considered myself ashamed before, but hearing her talk to me like this...I began to feel that way.
"Yes."
"Come over to me, Becca," she ordered as she sat down on my bed. I slowly walked towards her.
"Over my knees. I'm going to show you what happens to little girls who poop their panties."