Grace stood in front of her full-length mirror, admiring her voluptuous figure. She had chosen her outfit for today’s adventure carefully, wanting to feel both sexy and comfortable. She slipped into a white bra that barely contained her ample breasts, pushing them up and showing off her cleavage.
It was close to ten days since Grace had pooped her panties in her department, and Grace’s desperation had grown to a fever pitch. The pressure in her bowels intensified, causing her to squirm and cross her legs in an attempt to hold back her urgent need to poop.
Grace could feel the pressure building in her abdomen as she slipped on her skirt and pulled up her white full-cut panties. The anticipation of what was to come sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. They hugged her round hips and accentuated her curvy bottom.
Next, Grace selected a one-piece, white floral summer dress that perfectly captured her sweetness and femininity. The dress had delicate spaghetti straps, accentuating her exposed shoulders and emphasising her slender neck. It hugged her curves gently before flowing down to the mid-thigh, swishing with each step she took.
As she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of contradiction. The light and innocent appearance of her dress contrasted with the taboo and exciting intentions she held within.
Grace’s long, wavy hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, adding a touch of romance to her overall look. She examined herself from head to toe, ensuring that everything was just right. Her green eyes shimmered with a mix of desire and determination as she prepared herself to venture to the park, ready to experience the thrill that awaited her.
Reflected in the mirror, Grace’s green eyes sparkled with both excitement and a hint of nervousness. She couldn’t deny that her unconventional fetish brought her pleasure like nothing else had before. And today, she was determined to push her boundaries to the limit, embracing the taboo thrill that awaited her.
As she got ready, it seemed that each movement sent a jolt of discomfort through her body, her muscles straining against the mounting pressure. Her bowels were packed to their limit, and the need to relieve herself became almost unbearable. The sensations of urgency mingled with a strange mix of excitement and anxiety, heightening her awareness of every passing second. Grace’s desperation was palpable, her body aching for release, her mind consumed with the single-minded focus of completely emptying the contents of her bowels into her panties.
Her heart raced with anticipation as she adjusted her dress, making sure her voluptuous assets were on full display. She couldn’t help but smirk at the wondered of the reactions she might elicit.
As she stepped out of her apartment and into the bustling streets, Grace walked with purpose and confidence. She walked confidently down the street, the soft swaying of her white floral summer dress adding an air of grace and elegance to each step. The warm sun kissed her exposed shoulders, filling her with an intoxicating sense of freedom.
As she made her way towards the park, she couldn’t help but notice the glances she received from passersby. Some were captivated by her radiance, admiring the way her dress hugged her curves and showcased her feminine beauty. A hint of a blush adorned her cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and delight knowing the attention she was attracting.
The scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass filled the air as Grace neared the park. She found herself fixating on a secluded spot off in the distance, a wooded haven hidden from prying eyes. It would be the perfect setting to fully embrace her desires while enjoying the serenity of nature. The sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the breeze created a soothing symphony, making her feel at ease as she prepared for what lay ahead.
A sense of anticipation washed over Grace as she closed her eyes, imagining the scene that would soon unfold. With each passing moment, her heartbeat quickened in sync with her growing anticipation.
Grace couldn’t help but notice the way her hips swayed with each step, her figure accentuated by the tightness of her skirt. She relished in the slight discomfort the fabric caused against her bloated belly, fueling her desire to release it all. Holding back her urges became more challenging with each passing second.
As she walked, Grace whispered to herself, urging her forward. “I’m so full,” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I can’t wait to fill my panties with a huge load of poop.”
Her hands instinctively gripped her rounded backside, feeling the weight of what awaited her.
“Just a little longer, Grace.” she wondered, her inner struggle becoming more intense.
Grace walked through the peaceful park, her heart pounding with both excitement and desperation. She noticed people around her, enjoying their own carefree activities. The anticipation bubbled within her, mingling with the slight unease of the impending “accident”. With each step, she could feel her body fighting to hold back the immense load that awaited release.
Her skirt swayed gracefully, brushing against her thighs with each movement, while her white full-cut panties clung tightly to her curvaceous hips. The fabric hugged her voluptuous cheeks, accentuating the sensual curve of her bottom. Grace felt a little uncertain that her choice of panties would be up to the task of containing the load that was to come, but it was too late to consider such a trivial detail.
As she continued strolling along the park’s winding paths, she couldn’t help but notice the beauty around her. The vibrant colors of blooming flowers, the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, and the sun warming her exposed skin. But her focus remained solely on the battle raging within her bowels, and her body’s desperate struggle to keep her poop held tightly within her for as long as efficient.
People passed by, completely unaware of the enticing secret she held beneath her innocent exterior. They went about their activities, laughing, chatting, and enjoying the beauty of the surroundings. Little did they know about the intense urgency building within her, the desperate desire to have a bowel movement that continued to grow stronger.
Grace felt the pressure in her abdomen amplify further. Her movements were calculated, subtle, as she held her abdomen. Each passerby unknowingly added to her excitement, their obliviousness fueling her anticipation.
The more people crossed her path, the more her arousal heightened, the need to surrender to her fetish going from being a desire to an urgent craving.
An older couple strolled past her, and a family enjoyed a picnic on a wooden table in a grouping of trees. As Grace observed the park visitors, she couldn’t help but imagine their reactions if they were to find her indulging in her fetish. The wondered sent shivers down her spine, a surge of arousal rippling through her body.
The urgency within Grace intensified. She could feel her body begging for release, the sensation of her bloated bowels becoming overwhelming. Grace’s steps became more measured and deliberate, her clenched buttocks losing the battle against the increasing pressure in her bowels. She gritted her teeth, determined to prolong her desperation, testing the limits of her control. But it was no use. She could feel the release of her poop inching closer, teasing her senses.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Grace arrived at the quiet corner of the park shielded by lush trees and shrubbery. She glanced around to ensure her privacy, her heart pounding like a drum with a mixture of exhilaration and nerves.
Her trembling hands nervously gripped the hem of her dress as she fought against the inevitable. As she released her grip, the internal pressure became unbearable. Her panties, already damp with arousal and sweat, clung to the contours of her crotch and butt cheeks, framing the impending mess that would soon burst forth.
With each step she took, her muscles strained against the weight of her impending release. The fabric of her white full-cut panties clung tighter to her bottom, accentuating every graceful curve and hinting at the surely massive load that awaited release. Surrounded by the tranquil beauty of nature, she knew it was time to surrender. Leaning her back against a sturdy tree, she placed her hands on the sturdy trunk, feeling the roughness of the bark against her fingertips.
The panic surged through her, mixing with her undeniable arousal, but it was too late for second thoughts now. She gasped for breath, her body trembling with the effort of resistance. Bent slightly at the waist, her smooth, shapely legs quivered beneath her skirt.
Grace gasped as nature began to take its course. A thick, marbley turd over two inches wide began to crown, dilating her aching sphincter to its limit, as it slowly began its descent. The first two inches stuck out firmly from her behind, slowing briefly as it met the resistance of her panties. Yet, this was no match for the pressure of her bowels as it continued tenting her panties downward.
Grace’s heart raced as she felt the warm load of her poop filling her panties. The sensation of her feces spreading against her bottom sent shivers of pleasure through her body. Lost in her own little world, her face flushed with excitement, and a mischievous smile played on her lips. Grace couldn’t deny the arousal that surged within her.
The consistency of her poop grew a bit softer, and a surge of warmth filled her panties. The bulge piled higher and higher, her poop flowing freely like soft serve ice cream. Grace moaned in pleasure as the bulge grew bigger, the seat of her panties expanding like a balloon being inflated.
The pleasure was intense, and she moaned again, the sound muffled by wind and the surrounding trees. As the pile grew, her arousal surged. Each passing moment brought her closer to her goal of having the largest efficient bowel movement in her panties, driving her mad with desire. A mixture of pleasure and shame consumed her as she intimately experienced the sensations.
The relief flooded through her body, her pulse quickening, and her breath coming in sharp gasps. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, losing herself in the moment. The park had become her playground of pleasure for her most forbidden desires, and as the earthy scent of her poop filled the air.
The warmth spread over her buttocks, her panties straining against the considerable load as her tired sphincter squeezed shut. Grace’s eyes widened with a mix of shock and delight.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a public bathroom. Grace couldn’t help but smile mischievously at the sight of it. It beckoned to her, the perfect venue for discreet exploration. The temptation to see the load contained within her soiled panties was impossible to withstand. A thrill coursed through her veins as she pushed open the door and stepped into the empty restroom.
The bathroom was dimly lit, with a row of stalls lined against one wall. The scent of cleaning products mingled with the earthy aroma of her recent escapade, created an intoxicating mix that filled the air. To her disappointment, there were no mirrors in this bathroom. So she chose a stall at the far end, wanting to savor the privacy that the empty restroom offered. Without hesitation, she pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Locked inside a cubicle, she lifted her skirt and slowly peeled down her damp panties, revealing the messy masterpiece that was continued within them. Her heart pounded in her chest as she marveled at the sheer size of her release. The gigantic mound of poop lay there, cradled by the stained fabric of her panties, and was easily her largest yet.
Grace examined every detail, her eyes wide with a mix of astonishment and desire. The warm hues of brown and the shiny texture captivated her, fueling her arousal even further. As she leaned closer, a distinct scent reached her nostrils, sending a shiver of delight down her spine.
As Grace’s eyes fixated on the impressive load within her panties, a sudden noise outside the stall caught her attention. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard the door of the restroom swing open, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching. Panic and excitement intertwined within her, creating a heady mix of emotions.
Before she could react, a voice broke the silence, its tone laced with surprise and disgust. “Whoa, what’s that smell? It’s like something died in here!”
Grace’s mind raced, her body frozen with anticipation. She recognized the voice as belonging to a woman, and the realization sent a thrill through her. The presence of another person, unknowingly stumbling upon her secret, only heightened the intensity of the moment.
Trying to maintain her composure, Grace took a deep breath and replied, her voice trembling slightly, “I… I’m not sure. I only just got in here.”
The woman let out a disapproving grunt, clearly unconvinced. “Well, it’s disgusting. I can’t stand it. I’ll just use another restroom instead.”
The woman left the bathroom. As the sound of the woman’s footsteps faded away, Grace couldn’t help but feel relief. The encounter had added an unexpected element to her adventure, but the possibility of being caught had also sent a thrilling rush through her veins.
Grace focused back on the task at hand. The woman was right about the smell. It was pungent, rich, and full-bodied. She couldn’t withstand the urge to touch her poop. Her fingertips brushed against the warm feces, feeling its sticky residue against her fingertips. A surge of naughtiness coursed through her veins as she scooped up a small bit, bringing it closer to her nose for a closer inspection.
The earthy aroma enveloped her senses, triggering a fiery response within her. The taboo nature of her actions sent waves of excitement through her body, heightening the pleasure she derived from the act of self-exploration. Her arousal surged, aching for release.
Grace carefully hiked her panties back up over hips, feeling the mound of poop meet with her skin once more. With a sigh of satisfaction, she adjusted her skirt, feeling a sense of excitement as she reunited with her mess.
Feeling a surge of boldness, Grace reached into her purse and retrieved a small, discreet vibrator she had brought along. It was a tool of pleasure that she had used many times before, but never in public.
With trembling hands, she switched on the vibrator and allowed it to hum to life. The gentle vibrations sent a thrill through her body, heightening her senses and intensifying her desire. Grace leaned back against the stall wall, closing her eyes, and began to explore her own body.
Tracing the contours of her breasts with her hand, she let out a soft moan, lost in the sensations that pulsed through her. Her other hand slipped beneath her skirt, as she pressed the vibrating toy against the front of her damp panties. The combination of the vibrator against her moist opening and the lingering scent of her previous indulgence pushed her to the brink of ecstasy.
“You’re such a naughty, filthy girl, Grace,” she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of excitement and self-assurance. “You have the biggest poop in your panties, and someone even commented on how stinky it is.”
Grace’s breath quickened as she teased herself, her body responding eagerly to the self-inflicted pleasure. Lost in the moment, she allowed herself to surrender to the waves of desire that coursed through her. The thrill of being in a public space, the scents that lingered in the bathroom, and the knowledge that she was pushing her own boundaries fueled her arousal further.
Her mind wandered to the woman who entered the bathroom, and found herself fantasizing about the woman catching her in the act of. Although she did not see what she looked like, she imagined what she looked like based on the sound of her voice. She imagined her to be an attractive, younger woman with glasses, and long, flowing chestnut hair which cascaded down her shoulders. The woman’s slender yet curvy figure was clad in a stylish and understated outfit, highlighting her natural beauty without overpowering it.
The young woman cautiously pushed open the door to the bathroom, her steps faltering as she took in the unexpected sight before her. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw Grace, her skirt hiked up and her soiled panties on full display. Her voice quivered with a mix of surprise and intrigue. “Oh my… What on earth?!”
Grace turned her head, her face flushing with embarrassment as she locked eyes with the woman. “I… I can explain,” she stammered, her voice filled with a mix of shame and excitement. “I had a bit of an accident.”
The woman’s disbelief was palpable as she took a hesitant step closer, as she tilted her glasses down to the tip of her nose, her gaze locked on Grace’s massively soiled panties. “I’ve never seen anything like it… That’s no small accident.” she said, her voice a mixture of shock and curiosity. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of deep brown, sparkled with curiosity as they took in the size of Grace’s bulge.
Grace nodded in agreement, but couldn’t help but feel a surge of arousal at the woman’s words. The combination of disbelief and excitement in her voice only fueled her fetish further. “Would you like to touch it?” Grace asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The woman hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked with Grace’s. A flicker of desire danced in her gaze before she nodded, unable to withstand the temptation. Slowly, she reached out, her fingers grazing the soiled fabric.
As she fantasized, Grace’s moans grew louder. Each touch, each vibration, brought her closer to the edge of release. Grace took her hand from her breast and reached back to touch her loaded panties, and fingertips traced along the edges of the mess, as she cupped it and held it firmly yet carefully against her bottom, not wanting to disturb its shape.
Imagining it was the touch of the young woman, Grace’s heart pounded in her chest, as she was pushed to the brink. A moan that was louder than she would have liked escaped her lips as her orgasm shot through her, her body trembling with ecstasy. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her mind consumed by a whirlwind of pleasure. Every nerve in her body seemed to light up, each sensation heightened and amplified by the intensity of the act she’d just committed layered with her fantasies.
After several seconds, she caught her breath and collected herself. After wiping the poop onto some toilet paper, washing her hands, and making herself presentable once more, she left the bathroom.
With newfound exhilaration coursing through her veins, she hurried back to her apartment, her hips swaying with each purposeful step. The once-desperate need to hold it in had transformed into an insatiable hunger for more. Grace couldn’t help but indulge in the messy euphoria that awaited her behind closed doors.
Grace’s heart raced as she walked through the park. The sensation of the dirty, taboo act sent shivers of arousal down her spine. She could feel the weight of her heavy load pressing against her butt, and with each step, she could feel the poop squishing against her skin. The feeling was intoxicating. Occasionally, she needed to grip the waistband of her panties to keep them from slipping down under the sheer weight of her load.
As she made her way back to her apartment, Grace’s mind was filled with pure excitement. The wondered of playing with herself some more while still wearing her soiled panties made her pulse quicken.
Grace wasted no time, locking the door behind her. The scent of her poop once again filled the room, doing little to dispel her arousal. She slowly undressed, savoring the feeling of her poopy panties clinging to her skin. With each movement, she could feel the mess squishing and spreading, making her feel even dirtier.