Posted by Lionheart on December 10, 2010 at 15:54 [66.225.109.2]
Had a request from a friend on the other board for this. Enjoy!
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Laurie's Dillema
By Lionheart
Second Lieutenant Laurie Woodford gazed out the small window at the slate blue Pacific Ocean six miles below her, mesmerized by the scope of what she saw. From 37,000 feet, the sky appeared such a dark blue to her that she could easily visualize being just a little higher, where the blue would turn to near-black on the fringe of space. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or not, but she found herself smiling, thinking that she just might be able to discern the curve of the Earth.
Laurie had good reason to be quite excited about where she was, and not just from the present scenery. The young Air Force Reserve officer was on her way to Hawaii for a three day trip, along with several other space available passengers, or “space A’s”, as they were called. Although it wasn’t first class on United or Northwest, the cargo compartment of the Boeing KC-135E Stratotanker was adequate, if one was properly prepared. Seated near the right rear of the cargo compartment, next to one of the few windows, she sat transfixed by the beautiful sight of the Pacific passing underneath her at nearly eight miles per minute. In the collapsible tubular steel frame and ripstop nylon “troop seats”, she had a backpack which contained a couple of paperback books, a small CD player and a small assortment of snacks for the four hour trip. She had also had the foresight to bring a pillow to lay her head on when she stretched out on the narrow but barely large enough red nylon bench seat to try to catch a short nap.
Lieutenant Woodford was a military air traffic controller, and as such, was occasionally required to travel on military flights as part of an ongoing recurrent orientation program. Such requirements helped to build a better understanding of the complex and challenging environment that aircrews and controllers both worked in, but seldom got to see each other’s perspectives of. So, this time, she had lucked out and been able to schedule herself on a trip to Hawaii (I’m being PAID to go, she had excitedly told her mother the week before over the phone). Another plus was that Kyle Davis was the navigator on this trip.
She and Captain Davis had been dating for nearly a year now. It brought another smile to her face to remember how they’d met. As a controller, her voice was routinely heard by all the flight crews at the reserve base she worked at, and had she been a fly on the wall of a few cockpit conversations, she would know that her soft, definitely feminine voice on the radio caused most crewmembers to melt when she gave them traffic control instructions. Many of the pilots and navigators and boom operators had joked about arranging a tour of the tower in hopes of meeting her, but none had ever followed through.
Except Kyle Davis. He had actually called up one day and taken the time and effort to pay a visit, which impressed the controllers. And when he and Laurie met during his tour, it was apparent that there was just that small bit of chemistry that would lead to an eventual “something”. They were both single, they had found out. Both were about the same age, in their mid-twenties, and both had talked of liking the same books, movies, and general pastimes. Before he had left, Kyle had suggested a possible date, to which Laurie had agreed to in principle. And after that first date, and others, the chemistry grew stronger until it was taken for granted that they were a couple, with a definitely steady relationship.
Kyle’s crew was travelling to Hickam Air Force Base, in Honolulu to drop off about a dozen civil engineering troops for an exercise, and had he had persuaded her to work herself onto the trip schedule, and her supervisor had agreed. Laurie had never travelled space A before, let alone on a KC-135, so this opportunity to visit Hawaii for two full days, and be paid to do it, spending all the time there with Kyle, had been too good to pass up. And so here she was, on her way to Hawaii for the first time in her life. And since this was technically a “business” trip for her, she had been designated to sit in the extra, or “jump” seat in the cockpit for takeoff and landing. This had given her a whole new perspective on her job, as well as a good excuse to be near Kyle for part of the flight.
Of course, the rest of the crew couldn’t be happier that Laurie was accompanying them. Her controller position allowed her to be on flight order status, which meant that technically, she was a member of the crew as much as Kyle or the pilots or boom operators. At just under 5 feet 9 inches, Laurie could definitely turn heads. Her shiny and slightly wavy hair had a definite hint of red in it, but not overpoweringly so, as it hung nearly to the small of her back. For duty, though, she kept it in a very stylish French braid, as it was now. It would come down once they got to their hotel on Waikiki. Her eyes were a slightly greenish hazel color, which was one of the things Kyle had noticed when they met that had captivated him so much over her. And last but not least, everyone agreed (though no one except Kyle had told her) that she looked incredibly sexy in a snug Air Force Blue uniform. Her rear end was as close to perfect as anyone could describe, and anyone who cast a casual glance at her butt would be rewarded with the sight of subtle but definite panty lines. Laurie always wore full cut bikini briefs, detesting the way thongs crept up between her cheeks. She never understood how that would be comfortable under any conditions. Her breasts were definitely an attention getter as well, especially the way they seemed to swell underneath her dark blue Air Force pullover sweater she had brought along. Knowing that although temperatures for Hawaii were in the high 80’s, it would be marginally comfortable to downright chilly at times at high altitude on the 40 year old jet that Kyle navigated around the sky with his crew.
Things just couldn’t have worked out better, she smiled to herself, adjusting her pillow to lay down for awhile. As she tried to drift into a light nap, she felt a fullness in her lower abdomen, and realized she would need to poop soon after they landed, which was about three hours from now.
In the front, Kyle was satisfied that all was well with the flight. His constant vigilance over the radar, inertial navigation system and GPS helped the pilots rest assured that they were on course, on time, and that no thunderstorms lay near their course. Ahead and below, they could see contrails of other airliners plodding their way along the busy San Francisco to Honolulu track system. It was a commonly heard joke that should a tanker crew ever become lost over the Pacific, and the Nav got sick, all the pilot had to do was follow the airliner contrails.
“Pilot, this is Nav…I’ll be out of the seat for a few minutes. You guys need anything while I’m up?”
“Roger, Nav. Yeah, a cup of coffee if the Boom still has his hot cup brewing back there.”
“You got it”, Kyle replied over the interphone system through his headset. “How about you, Co?”
“No thanks, Kyle, I’m all set.”
Kyle disconnected his headset cord and rose from his seat behind the pilots and made his way out of the cockpit to the galley station, returning a couple of minutes later with coffee for the pilot and a glass of water for himself. Before strapping in, though, he went back again and glanced toward the rear of the plane at Laurie, now stretched out and motionless in her sleep. As he gazed at her momentarily, he imagined caressing her long shiny hair while she lay stretched out in her black one-piece bathing suit, the sun shining on her curvaceous body. For a moment he wanted to go back and gently wake her and chat for a few minutes, but decided instead to let her sleep if she could. The noise, temperature, vibration, and dry air tended to cause one to get tired just from being in an aircraft on a long trip, and whatever rest she could get was well deserved.
Laurie was having trouble getting to sleep, but it wasn’t from the noise of the aircraft or temperature. Over the past several minutes, she had developed a definite need to poop, which was ever so gradually getting stronger. She attributed it to the steak and baked potatoes she and Kyle had had two nights ago, and to the banana and bran muffins she occasionally had for breakfast, including today before she had shown up for the flight. A runner, she was used to eating a little extra fiber to stay healthy, and considered herself pretty regular as far as bowel movements went. Although she wasn’t used to thinking about it to any length, she did realize briefly that this was going to be a healthy sized load, probably on the firm side. She would definitely look for a restroom after they landed and got to their rooms at the Sheraton Waikiki.
Up near the galley, Kyle was just about through with his break from the cockpit, and decided to relieve himself before getting back into his seat. He stepped into the latrine, as it was known in Air Force and Army lingo. The facilities on the KC-135 were somewhat austere at best. Inside the small cubicle which had a heavy plastic curtain with a Velcro fastener for a door, were two white metal urinal cans strapped to the walls. These had a hinged metal lid with a tab for flipping open or shut, and if all you had to do was pee, it was a simple affair. After landing, the cans were taken off the airplane and emptied. On the wall beside the cans or at the galley was usually a bag of scented wet wipes or similar provisions, and a paper towel dispenser. There was no running water, and any water for drinking was contained in two metal jugs filled prior to flight and strapped down at the galley table.
For females, or any business that involved sitting, it was a slightly different story. There was a commode seat attached to a square fiberglass tank filled with chemically treated water, which could be sealed shut and removed and then be taken to a dumping station after the airplane landed. Usually, crews on normal missions avoided having to use this option like the plague, as it was not a pleasant job for the maintenance crew chiefs to deal with this apparatus. Plus, it wasn’t an ideal arrangement as far as eliminating smells or providing ventilation. Most crews thought it was just more trouble to take a dump than it was worth, and planned accordingly. For urination, women found it adequate if not ideal. And for long flights like this, with space-A passengers which often included families with children, it was an inevitable and accepted fact that it would be used in flight.
Kyle had told Laurie ahead of time what to expect on the flight as far as facilities went, and she had avoided having to make a visit, and hoped to keep it that way. Although she kept up a slow intake of bottled water, the dryness of the cabin air at altitude had prevented her from having much need to pee. But her urge to poop grew steadily, causing her to stir every once in awhile in an attempt to find a position she could nap in and also hold herself as the urge slowly increased.
As Kyle finished peeing in the urinal can, shaking himself off before zipping up his olive drab nomex coveralls, he noticed a wetness slowly seeping along the floor. Alarmed at first, he looked at himself to make sure he hadn’t been off-target with his aim. Satisfied that all was in order as far as his end was concerned, he looked at the stainless steel cylindrical box in the corner next to the commode. The box contained a pair of nickel-cadmium 24-volt batteries to power the aircraft’s essential electronics in the event of a massive electrical problem, and if they were leaking, it was very bad news indeed. But, he was relieved to see that the battery box was tight and secure. It was then that he noticed the real source of the problem. A very slow but steady trickle of bluish green fluid was coming out of the bottom corner of the commode tank. Well, he sighed to himself, this was almost as bad as a battery leak, as far as crew comfort was concerned. He stepped out of the latrine and back to the cockpit to tell the pilot.
Major Bill Kellner turned in his seat as Kyle tapped him on the shoulder.
“Looks like there’s a leak in the crapper!” Kyle shouted above the noise of the engines and the 500 mile per hour wind hitting the outside of the cockpit.
Bill glanced back in the general direction of the latrine, and then back to Kyle. “Did you tell the booms yet?” The boom operators were usually assigned passenger management duties whenever passengers were carried in flight.
“Not yet, but I will in a second. Wanted to let you know first.”
“Okay, let ‘em know, and then let me know what the outcome is.”
Kyle nodded, and then returned once again to the cargo compartment. Besides the dozen military passengers, there was a military couple on leave with three young boys. And Laurie, who was still asleep, it appeared.
“Dave!”
Master sergeant David Weaver turned to Kyle, and leaned closer to hear him. “Yeah, Kyle, whaaasssuuupppp?!”
Kyle chuckled, then took on a more serious tone. “Got to have you take a look at the shitter, man, it looks like it’s leaking. We may have to have the passengers not use it!”
“Oh, crap…” Dave exclaimed as he followed Kyle forward. They both looked as Dave shown his flashlight closely along the edge of the container box.
“Yeah…this is bad news, man! It’s gonna stink in here soon, and look at it…it’s leaking out on the floor. Have to put an out of order sign on it. Son of a bitch!” They both stepped out. “Did you tell Bill?”
“Yeah…why don’t you tell the chiefs, and see what they say? I’ll update Bill.”
Dave nodded, and went to wake up one of the two crew chiefs, who were responsible for servicing and the condition of the plane when it was away from home. Moments later, Dave and the chief returned.
The chief looked at the situation momentarily, and shook his head in irritation. “Shit! Well, you’ll have to make an out of order sign, and tell the passengers they won’t be able to use it. I’ll rig a plastic bag for the women in case any of ‘em have to piss. That’s the best we can do now, and after we get to Hickam, we’ll replace it!”
Dave and Kyle nodded, and then Dave took a black grease pencil from his pocket and tore off the lid from his box lunch and started to make a sign, while Kyle stepped back to the cockpit to bring Bill up to date. It was times like this that Kyle was especially glad to have the convenience of just whipping it out and pointing into the tube versus sitting or squatting over an opening and guessing as far as aim was concerned.
Laurie was unable to sleep, and shifted periodically from the growing discomfort in her lower stomach. She remembered Kyle explaining the restroom facilities on the “E-Model”, and didn’t relish the idea of having to use them. Surely four hours out of her life, she could plan on not having to use those spartan facilities. Her brow furrowed slightly as she bundled the pillow under her head. She hung on the edge of being able to doze off for some time, and then was slightly startled awake by a gentle hand on her shoulder.
It was Kyle. “Hey, babe, how’s it going?”
“Ohhh! You kind of startled me!”
“I’m sorry”, he confessed, visibly smiling at the opportunity to be in the back of the aircraft with her for a few moments before returning to his seat.
“No, no, it’s all right.” She assured him. Then, with an impish grin, she asked, “Are we there yet?”
He chuckled at her sense of humor. “No, a little over two hours still, I’m afraid. The winds are good, and it’ll shave a little time off. How’s it going back here?”
“Well, you woke me at a good time, I suppose…I’ve been needing a bathroom, and it’s kept me from sleeping.” She replied. “Guess I’ll get up now and go.”
Kyle turned serious for a few seconds. “Well, part of the reason I woke you”, he said, “is that the commode is out of order. It’s leaking, I’m afraid.”
“Really? Oh, man…I really need to go, and probably before we land. It must be that huge dinner you took me too the other night.” She smiled.
“Oh, well, if you need to, we have a large plastic sack, with some paper towels that, uhhmm, you and the other woman with the family can use, if you need to.”
“Wellll…” she trailed off, looking off to the side. “It’s not really that type of trip. I really have to poop, to be honest. And it’s getting serious.” Her face flushed slightly as she admitted this to him.
“Hmmm.” Kyle replied. “Well, the commode is unusable. The only thing we’ve got is a plastic sack. Uhhhmmm….can you wait till we land? There’s a restroom at base ops, and that’ll be the very first stop after we land.”
“I hope so,” she replied. “I guess I’ll have to, won’t I?” she grinned.
He grinned back, and squeezed her hand. “Why don’t you come up in about an hour or so, and strap into the jump seat?”
“Sure, I’d love that!” she answered.
He squeezed her hand again, and she smiled back at him. He made his way back up to the cockpit, and took his seat.
Over the next hour and a half, Laurie’s urge got steadily worse, until it was taking a large part of her effort to hold herself. She couldn’t really recall the last time she had had to poop this bad, or even if she had ever pooped in her pants in any memory she could think of. Damn, she thought, this was about the worst she could remember having to go. She didn’t have much gas, it felt like, for which she was thankful, as the last thing she wanted besides this was having to fart and smell up the inside of the plane. Yet another indication that this was going to be a fairly solid, heavy load once it was released, she surmised. Since she couldn’t sleep, she decided to listen to music, and inserted Jean Luc Ponty’s “No Absolute Time” into her CD player. Within a few minutes the captivating sounds of “Savannah” were helping to take her mind off her growing predicament.
“Steel seven one, cleared direct MAGGI, descend and maintain 17,000, altimeter two niner eight three, squawk 4217.” The voice of the Honolulu approach controller rattled off the descent clearance through the headsets of the crew.
“Steel seven one copies direct MAGGI, 17,000, two niner eight three, squawking 4217.” As Bill read back the clearance from Honolulu approach, Kyle had already set the new altimeter setting into his altimeter, and set the radar transponder to the new code. Hawaii was visible on the radar at about 180 miles.
“Pilot, Nav, two niner eight three set, squawking 4217.” Kyle repeated to indicate he had heard and understood the clearance.
“Thanks, Nav.” Bill replied. No matter how much automation and bells and whistles were added to the fifty year old airplane, pilots always appreciated a human being back there that was proficient and alert at keeping up with what was going on.
“Say, Nav…why don’t you go ahead and bring Laurie up here while we start our descent?”
“Roger, Nav’s off headset.” Kyle unstrapped and went back to Laurie.
Laurie had heard the pitch change as the four TFE-33 turbofan engines had been throttled back for the descent to Honolulu, and had known Kyle would come back to get her. She had packed up her items into her backpack, and was unstrapping as he came to her.
“How’s it going?” he asked, gently and discreetly rubbing her shoulder.
“Well, a real bathroom would be a godsend right about now!” she said to him. “Other than that, I’m okay.”
“Want to come up front?” he asked.
“Sure, if it’s time.”
“You bet!” he motioned her forward, and led her to the front. As she started to walk, she was seized by a momentary cramp in her bowels, and stopped for a few seconds. Kyle cast a concerned stare at her.
“Are you okay?” he asked above the noise.
“Yeah, it’s just that…you know, I have to go, and…well, I want to wait for a real bathroom. I don’t want to use that plastic bag for…what I have to do.”
“Yeah”, he agreed, “To be honest, I don’t blame you. Don’t worry, you’ll be all right!”
She smiled in reply, then strapped into the folding jump seat between and slightly behind the pilots. Dave handed her a spare headset so she could listen to the air traffic controllers as they relayed instructions for the descent and approach. Out the windshield, she could see the peak of Mauna Loa on the “Big Island” sticking up above the clouds, and the smaller peaks of Oahu farther to the west, where they were headed.
Over the next thirty minutes or so, the aircrew was given multiple descent calls and heading changes to get the airplane situated for the approach to the reef runway, so called because it was literally built as an artificial reef extending out into Waikiki bay. As they turned in a large right hand turn, Laurie was afforded a spectacular view of Waikiki beach and the sprawling hotels next to the golden sand. Extensive reef patterns were clearly visible through the crystal clear water that seemed to almost glow with a bluish green color that Laurie swore was like no other on Earth. Excited as she was about feeling the hot sand under her bare feet, she was even more anxious to relax her sphincter and release the massive load that she was struggling with. It was taking a lot of will power, but sitting in the seat was helping her to cope. Uncomfortable as she was, she was once again thankful that at least it seemed to be a solid load, as she had had very little gas to deal with. If that had been a problem, she would have declined sitting in the cockpit with the rest of the crew, afraid of the embarrassment of having to pass gas in the confined cockpit in front of Kyle and his crew. Instead, she concentrated on watching how the crew dealt with the myriad of activities associated with an approach and landing to a busy area, and how the air traffic controller inputs influenced their workload. Despite her dire situation, she was able to get some insight from this experience as they neared the runway at Honolulu International/Hickam Air Force Base.
“Steel 71, cleared to land.” came the radio call from the tower controller.
“Cleared to land, Steel 71.” Bill answered, then reiterated this fact to the crew. Laurie was quite impressed with the coordination and backing up of each other that was present in the cockpit. CRM was what Kyle called it, she thought to herself, remembering that it stood for cockpit resource management.
The aircraft touched down smoothly and gracefully on the end of the runway, and immediately the thrust reversers and speedbrakes were deployed to quickly slow the 150,000 pound jet from over a hundred and ten miles per hour down to a safe taxi speed. Napkins, charts, books, and other loose items slid forward against whatever was there to stop them, and after several seconds, the jet had slowed and was pulling onto the taxiway. The crew, except for the pilots, began hurriedly completing their respective checklists in anticipation of shutting down the engines, as they taxied the nearly two miles to the Air Force side of Honolulu International Airport.
Laurie couldn’t wait to get off the plane and find a bathroom. The fullness in her lower gut was almost intolerable, and she felt as if it would be a challenge just to get out of her seat after they stopped. After a few more minutes, they had pulled into their parking spot, and a pair of buses pulled up to the plane, along with a stairs truck. Kyle had finished his checklist, and turned to Laurie. “You still okay?” he asked, squeezing her shoulder gently.
“Oh, jeez, we better get there soon, that’s all I can say!” she chuckled, trying to stay in good spirits about her situation. Despite her desperation, she was also quite excited about finally being in Hawaii. She looked out the windshield at the bustling airport with large jumbo jets from several Pacific airlines taking off and landing, the skyline of the hotels a few miles away, and the sharp, jagged hills covered in lush green foliage. Farther in the distance around the bay, she spotted the unmistakable profile of Diamond Head.
"Oh Kyle, this is just too cool! It’s awesome to be here!” she gushed with excitement.
“Yeah, another hour or so and we’ll be on the beach, catching some waves and sun action, baby!”
“You bet, mister, but first….” She slowly rose from the seat, a strained look on her face. “If I don’t get a bathroom in the next few minutes, I feel like I’ll explode!”
“Yeah, we don’t want that to happen. I’ll carry your stuff. Go on and head down, I’ll be there in a minute!”
“Thanks!” she smiled, planting a kiss on his lips now that they were alone in the cockpit. The rest of the crew were either already on the ground or helping the other passengers carry their luggage to a separate bus.
On the ground, Laurie couldn’t stand still, and paced slowly and nervously around while the crew got organized to load things onto the bus. She squeezed her gluteus muscles together as discreetly as possible when she was sure no one was behind her, and continued pacing, her fists occasionally clenching and unclenching. Bill Kellner saw her and stepped over to her.
“Hey, Laurie, you okay?”
“Oh! Well, yeah, actually.” Her face turned slightly pink. I just, ahh, need to get to a restroom, you know, from what happened in flight.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s a real bummer when the toilet’s on the blink. I’m really sorry about it.”
“Well hey, it’s not your fault.”
“Still, it’s a crappy first space A experience, huh?” he remarked, then realized after a few seconds the joke he had accidentally coined. He laughed out loud. “Crappy, oh no, I made a joke!”
“Oh God, yeah!” Laurie started to laugh, too, then stopped instantly, a new look of strain on her face. “Ohgoddon’tmakemelaugh…!” she blurted, eyes growing wide.
“Oh yeah, jeez, sorry about that. Hey, let’s get you in to base ops.” He turned to the rest of the crew. “Let’s get moving, we need to get inside!”
The crew boarded the bus, which turned around and headed slowly across the tarmac for the base operations center. Laurie sat next to Kyle with her palms firmly planted on the seat next to her butt, leaning forward noticeably. Bill’s joke had been funny, but in her laughing, she had felt herself begin to lose control, and was now genuinely terrified that she might not make it. All her sphincter muscles were straining to be placed into the push mode, and every passing minute was adding more and more pressure to her urge to empty herself. It was so close to happening that she could actually feel the first firm section pushing her anus open just a tiny bit. It felt monstrous in size, and was going to be quite firm, from the feel of it. At least she wouldn’t have to wipe much, she mused to herself. Getting from the bus across the sidewalk and into the hallway inside was going to be a major feat, she decided, looking ahead silently.
Kyle patted her shoulder, and she glanced at him momentarily, a look of near despair on her face. “As soon as we pull up, I’ll show you where it’s at inside. It’ll be okay.”
She made no effort to reply, instead using all her strength to try to just sit relatively still without instantly and massively filling her pants with the largest dump she had ever had.
The bus pulled up to a sidewalk that led to the base ops building, where the crew would go in and schedule their weather briefing for the return flight. Kyle would also drop off the “secrets”, classified communications security documents routinely carried on tanker missions away from home base. Bill, the copilot, and the boom operators rose and stepped off the bus, while Kyle lagged slightly behind to escort Laurie, who felt like she was not in any condition to stand up, let alone walk a hundred feet into a building. She slowly stood, and began walking in short steps. Kyle noticed, and his heart went out to her, but he didn’t know what to say. In addition to his sympathy and concern for her plight, he was somewhat aware that his manhood was stiffening slightly at this unique turn of events involving his stunningly attractive girlfriend. He was finding this whole episode to be somewhat arousing, for some odd reason. All he did say was “It’s okay, babe, you’re almost there.”
She smiled weakly and replied, “I’m sorry…this is so embarrassing!”
“Not as much as…” Kyle’s voice trailed off. What happened next took place over a span of perhaps ten seconds, but to Laurie it seemed like an eternity.
As she stepped off of the bus, a sudden, overpowering cramp developed as her load, no longer restrained by the seat she’d been sitting on, and now further aided by gravity, had only her exhausted sphincter to overcome. As she fought to hold on, she felt a pain similar to a charlie horse, only just inside her anus. She was able to hold it momentarily, but at a cost of exponentially increasing discomfort as this particular wave of cramping became severe. She had felt this a few times on the plane as they descended, but in each of those cases, it had gone away after several seconds, allowing her to continue holding herself. This time, the pain wasn’t going away. Laurie stopped suddenly, and doubled over slightly.
“Oh, GOD, it hurts! Oh jeez, it’s cramping, and it hurts!”
“We’re almost there, Laurie, just inside that door a few steps.”
“Kyle, it hurts, and I can’t walk…”
She was practically on tip-toes momentarily as she tried to summon every ounce of strength to hold off the impending release. The price of her last remaining strength, however, was a painful cramp that was now excruciating, and wasn’t subsiding. The only way to make the pain go away was to let go. Of course, being an adult female, her sense of dignity prohibited her from willfully exercising that option, as long as she was able to prevent it. Normally, she would fight it at any cost. But she had never felt such severe rectal cramping as this agony right now, this relentless pain that wouldn’t go away. It was driving her to a squatting position, which she resisted, refusing to lower herself to the concrete. Oh god, she thought in a panic, the pain, make it go away, make it go away!
“Laurie…?” She was only dimly aware of Kyle’s concerned voice behind her. Had he seen her face, he would have seen a look of anguish and pain as she fought the last few seconds of a loosing battle with her bodies’ natural reflexes under her present condition. Her brain was flooded with chemicals that were causing severe distress and discomfort, and it had been denied the opportunity to rectify the situation. At that point, a part of her brain that she had no voluntary control over made the decision to do what it had to do to alleviate the pain and stress it was now under. It sent a command to the appropriate muscles, and small chemical reactions occurred to relax the affected areas.
Of course, Laurie wasn’t aware of the mechanics of her body or nervous system as she lost control. She could only stand there, helpless and still, legs and feet slightly apart, halfway bent over, as her body involuntarily revolted against the stress it was under. The pain of the cramps grew so tremendous that her sphincter finally and totally relaxed. As it did, a look of total shock came over her to replace the anguished straining, and her massive load began to slide with startling swiftness past her anus. She could feel with the sensitive nerve endings the slick, firm mass as it lovingly caressed her rectum, pushing its way out, totally unrestrained. Then, as her anus was forced fully open, a new set of reflexes took over, causing another set of muscles that had gone unused for hours to suddenly exert their previously restrained force against the large obstruction that had been held for so long. And so it was that Laurie suddenly found herself involuntarily pushing her massive log into her pants harder than she could ever remember pushing in her life. Time stood still as her eyes seemed to suddenly burst open wide, and she felt as if every blood vessel in her face, head, and neck was going to rupture from the force with which she pushed. She had to push it out now…
She was dimly aware of her thoughts during that instant that seemed to stand still…she needed to push…feels better to push…can’t help pushing…good to push…oh God, so good to push it out, yes, no more pain, it feels so good to push…somewhere in a seldom visited closet of her mind, one that she wouldn’t admit existed, she was aware that this feeling of unrestrained, total expulsion, trapped and swelling suddenly and warmly against her most sensitive and erogenous areas, was the most pleasurable physical sensation she had ever experienced.
Behind and slightly to her side, Kyle watched fascinated as her eyes instantly widened and her whole torso suddenly tensed up as if an electric current was passing through her body. Her hands curled into fists that seemed to turn almost white. And then he heard a noise that he’d never heard her make.
“uh…uh…uuhhhhhnnnngggGGGAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH…………….!!!!!!!!!”
He instinctively shifted his gaze to her rear end, now encased very sensually and snugly in her dark blue slacks as she bent noticeably from the force of what was happening. Between the lines of her panties, a slightly pointed distortion appeared, grew slowly at first, and then suddenly swelled grotesquely as Laurie nearly shrieked from the sudden reversal of all her reflexes she had struggled with for so long. During the few seconds that Kyle watched transfixed, the tenting of her pants expanded startlingly both down and out, as the log was forced into her gray rib knit Hanes Her Way panties. When the restraint of her pants finally overcame the firmness of her erupting log, it simply folded over on itself and compressed into a somewhat spherical mass that expanded dramatically outward in her underwear in a roughly circular pattern. To Kyle, it looked like a healthy sized grapefruit had suddenly materialized inside her pants. Glancing upward momentarily from his enraptured state, he noticed that Laurie’s face had suddenly distorted into a twisted expression that was half grimace, or maybe an ecstatic grin. As he looked at her face, he was aware of a muffled, crackling sound similar to paper being wadded up only quite softer. The reality of what he was witnessing came to him when he noticed the distinct smell a few seconds later.
Mercifully, Laurie was not aware that Bill, Dave, and Mike, the copilot, had turned around to see what was happening, their attention drawn by Laurie’s sudden gasp as she lost control. Kyle noticed Bill motion to Mike. After brief instructions from Bill, Mike walked quickly toward where he and Laurie stood. Bill and Dave disappeared into Base Ops.
Laurie unclenched her fists, but otherwise remained motionless. Her face remained a crimson red, no longer from straining but now of an embarrassment that was just as agonizing as the cramping she had just been relieved of. As Mike approached where they stood, tears suddenly began flowing down her cheeks, confirming what he and Bill had guessed a few moments ago. Save for some soft sobbing, she was quiet for several seconds, then spoke.
“Ohhh Goddddd…..I…I…’mso sorry…,” she sobbed, turning to Kyle, then noticing Mike as well. “I couldn’t help it, it hurt so bad, I had to let go…Oh God…”
“Hey, it’s okay, hon, it’s okay…I know, it’s an accident. It’s okay…” Kyle had his hands on her shoulders, attempting to soothe the psychological anguish he knew she must be feeling. Mike stood there, unsure what to say, but a definite look of concern on his face.
“What am I going to do?…Oh God, what am I going to do…” a new round of restrained sniffling and sobs caused her to shudder in his arms as Kyle continued to try to settle her down.
“I’m not sure, but we’ll think of something. Okay? Come on, crew always watches out for each other, and that goes for you. We’ll get you out of this…” mess, he almost said, but thought the better of it at the last nanosecond.
Mike stepped in. “Hey, Laurie!” he smiled, hoping to get her to smile a little in return. “Kyle’s right. We have a saying, what goes TDY, stays TDY. We’ll keep it that way, okay?”
She smiled, but just barely.
“Okay. Bill told me to take Kyle’s secret stuff inside to the safe storage area. Kyle, you just hang tight with Laurie. Now, according to the booms, we have two rental cars, one for us and one for the crew chiefs. As soon as we’re done here, Bill and I will go get them and bring them here. We can wait and ride to the hotel with the chiefs, and you two take the other one and blast out of here. Get into the hotel, and…you know…get yourself…”
Laurie nodded, as did Kyle. “Yeah…it seems like a good plan.” He handed Mike the red bag he was carrying. Mike nodded, and then turned to Laurie.
“Hey, it’s all right, girl. We’ll still be on the beach in a couple of hours. Mai tai’s, mahi mahi for dinner…hang in there!”
“Yeah…” she managed to say. “I’m definitely for that…Jesus, this will be the longest shower I’ve ever taken!” she actually chuckled slightly.
“Thanks, Mike!” Kyle shook his copilot’s hand.
“Yeah” Laurie added. “You guys will get cleared for whatever you need whenever I’m on shift!”
Kyle and Mike both laughed, and then Mike turned and ran back into Base Ops.
“Well…why don’t you…uhhh…we’ll need to walk to that parking lot there.” Kyle motioned to the side of the building. I’ll get our bags off the bus, okay?”
“Sure…thanks for taking care of me, babe.” Her red face smiled though diminishing tears.
As Kyle unloaded their suitcases and bags, Laurie walked slowly toward the parking lot, fearful of being noticed. It was all she needed for some general to step out of the building and her have to salute him, and then notice something was amiss and question her. As she tried to take as normal steps as possible, she was intensely aware of the heavy, warm load of muck in her underwear. It had spread halfway up to the waistband of her pants, out to her leg openings (“Thank GOD I don’t wear thongs!” she would laugh later that night, more than a little drunk with the crew at Duke’s café on the beach) and threatened to work its way forward. That would be a problem, she surmised, and began wondering what she could do to cope with it.
She made it to the corner of the parking lot, and stood next to a picnic table under the shade of a palm tree. Her immediate fear of being seen by strangers diminishing now, she considered the damage that had been done. Curiosity building, she glanced around to make sure no one was within eyesight, and then reached tentatively behind her rear end and gently prodded the huge bulge in the back of her blue slacks. It felt noticeably warm, and had the consistency of slightly firm bread dough. As near as she could tell, it wasn’t runny, but instead seemed to be pretty stable. She had a brief picture of the texture of her underwear acting like a tire tread to hold it in place. This perverse picture in her mind caused her to snort a short laugh, which she stifled a moment later as Kyle appeared around the corner with their bags.
“Okay”, he informed her, “Bill and Mike and Dave are on their way to get the cars, and as soon as they get here, we’re out of here!”
“Thank God! Kyle…I’m really sorry. Oh God…I haven’t done this since…well…I can’t even remember back that far. It’s so embarrassing! I’ll never live this down!”
“I told you, it’s a crew secret. Don’t worry. No one else knows, or has to know.”
“Well…you have a cool crew. Thanks for protecting my honor!”
“Don’t mention it.” He smiled, and leaned over to kiss her. She leaned closer to him, savoring the warmth of their clandestine affection which was usually frowned on while in uniform. He put his arms around her momentarily, and as was his habit, his hand caressed the small of her back and he started to gently brush it over the swell of her buttocks when he realized the difference of this situation. He hadn’t meant to, but his hand had brushed over the enormous distortion in her panties, and he pulled it off suddenly, giving them both a start. They both looked at each other, faces red, for several seconds, then laughed for a moment. She realized without having to look directly that the front of his flight suit was tenting outward from a moderate erection. It might embarrass him if she called attention to it under these circumstances. God, this was so weird, she thought. Here she was, a 24 year old woman, on a dream trip with her boyfriend, and then having the worst possible accident she can imagine in front of him and his crew. And Kyle, God bless him, he still can’t keep his hands off me, even with pooped pants.
“Sorry,” he said, “I’ll never break that habit, it looks like.”
“It’s okay, sir” she answered with an impish grin on her face. “This officer is just happy that you find her attractive, even under these conditions!”
“Absolutely right, lieutenant!” he affirmed, kissing her again. He was distinctly aware of the smell of what she’d done, but it didn’t matter to him.
As they continued waiting, Laurie again wondered about the state of her mess. Knowing she would have to eventually sit, she mentioned this to Kyle. “I think I can kind of squeeze enough to keep it from coming forward…to avoid risking an infection.” Before he could reply, she stood straight, and pressed her legs together, and then he saw her tense her gluteus muscles together. This had the effect of forcing the load backwards, which actually resulted in a more prominent downward sag. “Jesus, I’m going to have to sit in it in a few minutes.”
Unable to keep from watching, Kyle was perplexed by his erection that wouldn’t seem to go away. He had seen Laurie in all types of clothes, hundreds of times, and now, standing here with her pants sagging in poop, he was getting a turn on like he never had before. He was beginning to wonder if this was some subconscious fetish he harbored.
Moments later, the rental cars drove up, and Kyle picked up their bags. Bill and the rest of the crew loaded the bags, and discussed directions to the hotel. After a couple of minutes, Mike waved to Laurie. “Hey there, first round’s on me!”
“It’s a deal, Mike!” she nodded. As the rest of the crew drove off, Kyle turned to her, and motioned her toward the passenger side.
“Well…this is it, girl.”
Laurie noticed that Bill had somehow procured a plastic sack and had placed it on the seat. She owed him a drink for that forethought. “Oh man…oh man…oh man…” she chanted softly, positioning herself over the car seat. Her strategy was to lean forward as she sat, and then sort of “roll” her rear end onto the seat, forcing (mashing, she realized) the load rearward. Shivers ran up her as she felt the load contact the seat, and slowly compress into her erogenous zones anew before forging new paths through her most sensitive pleasure spots.
“Oh god…It’s….I’m going to have to throw these pants and underwear away, I’ll bet! Definitely the underwear…Oh, Jeez, it’s smearing all over. Kyle, get me to a shower fast!”
“We’re on our way, babe!” Windows down, they pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the freeway that would take them to Waikiki beach.
As they drove along the highway, she began to marvel at the sights and scenery of the crowded, bustling island. It was better than any postcard she’d seen, to be here right in the middle of it all, knowing she would spend three days here with Kyle. They made small talk and discussed their plan for sightseeing, and leisure activities.
Kyle turned to look at her. “How are you doing? Are you okay?”
“Well, as best as I can be under these conditions. It’s not every day that I poop my pants in front of four cute guys, you know.”
He was glad and thankful for her strong sense of humor, and loved her all the more for it. As far as he was concerned, she was a definite keeper.
“Umm…well, truth be known, I thought that…”
“What…?”
“It’s hard for me to say, but I…”
“Yes?” she asked, prompting him.
“Well, I thought you looked kind of…cute…that’s the word. Standing there as you…you know…when it happened.”
She was quiet for a minute, and then grinned ever so slightly. “You mean…when I pooped my pants, it…turned you on?”
His face was beet red now. “Well…in a way…yeah…I mean, it’s just…somehow, it…was arousing, in a strange way.”
“Kyle…” she reached over and gently stroked his shoulder, and then put her hand on his thigh.
Embarrassed, he remained silent until they reached the drive-up lobby of the hotel. She continued to gently stroke him.
“Tell you what”, he said. “I’ll check us in, and get keys, and you can wait here. I’ll take the bags in with me except for a couple little things, and then come back down. We’ll walk in, and I’ll stay close behind till you get up to your room. Then, you’re home free!”
Even though they had to reserve separate rooms, thanks to the Air Force’s political correctness, no one was going to object to the fact that they would sleep together each night. Those who knew the couple knew they had a serious thing, and some even suggested it was only a matter of time before they tied the knot.
Laurie smiled and nodded. “Sounds like a plan, mister!” She watched him head into the spacious lobby, stopping to politely inform the valet that he would prefer to not have the car moved yet. Kyle certainly had it all figured out, she mused. Her thoughts drifted to the few minutes before, when he had gotten embarrassed about his arousal from her accident. Although she had never thought something like this could be a turn on for someone, neither was it unquestionable. It simply had never crossed her mind. The whole concept was somehow interesting. And she had to admit that when it actually was past the point of no return, she had felt a certain…pleasure…that was really the only word for it, she realized. And despite terrific embarrassment, she wasn’t hurt, and with Kyle helping her, God love him, things were going to be okay. It wasn’t so terrible. As her thoughts meandered through her mind, she focused again on the actual moment she had felt the pleasure…when she lost control…and had actually pushed for all she was worth, and how it had instantly turned her agony into…pleasure. Again, no other word could really describe it.
As the minutes wore on, she began to dwell more and more on what she had done. Christ, what does it mean, to get turned on by shitting in my own pants? She asked herself. And Kyle! Something happened to him when she did it, too. A coincidence? How odd to enjoy something like that, she laughed to herself, but here she sat, playing that incident over and over in her mind…and getting turned on. She realized her nipples were erect under her light blue uniform top, and blushed slightly, even though no one was bothering to look at her as she waited in the car, window down and air conditioner running to help get rid of the smell. She sat still for a minute, and then started to squirm very slightly.
Shivers of nervousness ran up her spine, and her arms broke out in goose bumps as she sat in the car, no longer thinking like a military officer but instead like a naughty girl that has just discoved a secret forbidden pleasure. She squirmed a little more forcefully, and was almost shocked by the sensuousness of the warm muck that ground and oozed against her cheeks and thighs. She couldn’t deny any longer that she was definitely aroused. As she saw Kyle approaching, she had an idea.
Kyle opened the door and hopped in, and drove to the secured parking lot. Laurie was quiet.
“You okay, babe?” he asked her again.
“Sure, I’m fine” she smiled, looking genuinely happy for the first time since they had landed.
“We’re on the 12th floor, overlooking the beach.”
“Cool!” she exclaimed.
They parked, and she stepped gingerly out of the car, still coming to terms with her load. It had become quite flattened and spread out more, but her dark blue slacks had so far concealed any evidence of stains seeping through. She doubted any had, as it still felt somewhat dry and solidly contained in her Hanes. As she walked, she thought about the feeling against her rear, attempting to derive excitement at the alien, unfamiliar stimulation it provided. And she also was pretty sure Kyle was casting glances at her ass as well, the sly devil. Unseen by him, she smiled at the thought.
Kyle directed her to the elevator, and she pushed the button. She was pleased to see it was an express elevator, at least until the tenth floor.
The doors opened, and they stepped inside. As Kyle pressed the button for their floor, Laurie turned to him, and hugged him, and then placed her sensuous lips against his ear.
“Kyle,” she whispered, pleased to notice an almost immediate response from his manhood, “I understand, I think…and it’s okay!”
The elevator started upward.
She took his left hand and placed it against her right rear cheek, pressing it into herself ever so gently, then pressing just slightly harder. He didn’t pull away, but instead held her to himself tight, fondling and french kissing his love in this forbidden clandestine moment. His manhood was at full attention in a symbolic salute, and she slowly and rhythmically began grinding her dampening pubis into him.
The elevator stopped at their floor, and hand in hand, like new lovers, they stepped off of it, and into her room, to explore a newly discovered, exciting realm of sensual pleasures.
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