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Well, it's been about a billion years since I last posted something around here, so I'm sorry about that. I vaguely remember saying something about trying to post more stuff, and then posting one thing, and then going into hibernation for a year. Well, that's why you shouldn't listen to me I guess. Anyways, I've got like five stories I've been working on writing, all of which I've re-written about five times each. And none of which I'm particularly happy with. This story is complete though, so even if I'm not especially happy with it I decided to go ahead and post it anyways.
This story is a Left 4 Dead fanfic. It is starring Zoey. Obviously I don't own these characters, you know the drill. If you've ever played Left 4 Dead, then great, you'll be able to jump right in. I realize that's not going to include many of you though. That doesn't matter. This is panty pooping porn, and nothing more. There's no important plot details or interesting character depth to miss out on; this just a hot girl shitting in her panties. Google "L4D Zoey" if you wanna see what she looks like. I've done my best to describe what's going on well enough that you should get the idea anyways though... but I've probably failed horribly at doing so. Oh well. Enjoy, or don't, anyways!
Left 4 Dead - Zoey's Discovery
Zoey sighed, chewing on her light pink lip as she tightly gripped her trusty shotgun. Brushing her brown hair out of her eyes, she paused for a moment. It was a fairly warm evening, but the thin white tank top she was wearing was revealing and, well, thin, so she zipped up her pink sweater. She eyed her group, one at a time, trying to decide if she should ask them to stop for a minute so that she could take a quick bathroom break.
Bill, the grizzled old war veteran, probably wouldn't stand for it. Despite his age he was fully on alert, constantly looking out for danger. The danger, in this case, being a horde of flesh-eating zombies. Bill would not like the idea of stopping here for a bathroom break, Zoey knew. They were in the middle of a road, and the only place she could get any privacy would be in one of the dark alleyways, and dark alleyways were always crawling with zombies.
Francis, the tattooed, leather clad biker wouldn't care though. He was the opposite of Bill. He didn't take much seriously, and though he was still good with a gun he wasn't as tough as he looked. He was the type to just say, "sure, whatever," or to make some crude joke.
Louis, the final member of their group, was an unremarkable office worker. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and he was the only one who was close to Zoey in age, so she felt the most comfortable with him. Still, the four of them all got along very well, despite being such a ragtag group. Of course, part of that might have been that they were too busy fighting for their lives to not get along.
Zoey had to go to the bathroom pretty badly, but she decided not to bother asking. It would be unsafe to stop in this area – they were travelling down the road in the middle of a ruined city. Better to find a secure-able apartment. And aside from that, it was kind of embarrassing. Still, the pretty brunette had to crap, and she knew the feeling wasn't going to go away any time soon. It didn't feel like a solid load that she could hold on to for a while, either - the feeling in her bowels told her that it was probably going to be a soft, squishy load of crap. It was the kind that she couldn't just ignore for a few hours until they settled down for the evening, she realized with dismay.
As they continued travelling, each of them keeping an eye out for deadly zombies hidden in shadows or behind cars, Zoey continued to consider the possibility that they might not find an adequate bathroom before she had to go. It would be too embarrassing and leave her too exposed to go right then and there, but it didn't seem likely they were going to be going into any buildings any time soon either so that she could use a real bathroom. The only other outcome she could see would be going in her panties.
The college girl frowned at the idea. She couldn't remember the last time she had pooped in her panties. She must've been a little girl last time it had happened, and the idea of doing it was equal part disgusting and embarrassing. Still, she couldn't see any other outcome, so she began to assess the situation. It was night time, and while there were a few street lamps or car headlights glowing, it was dark enough that it would be pretty hard to see anything. And there were corpses piled against walls and on the side of the street, as well as dead zombies around, so the smell wouldn't be a problem compared to the rotting flesh.
The more she thought about it, the more Zoey realized that her best option was probably to just go in her panties, and to try and hide it until they got to their next rest stop where she could clean herself up. Her jeans were tight enough on her slim form, showing off the round curves of her butt. They weren't so tight that her load would be unable to fit in them though. Either way, she had no other option, so she just had to try and avoid the light and she would be okay.
Zoey gulped, her heart beginning to beat faster and faster. It was becoming more and more uncomfortable by the second to hold on. She couldn't believe she was actually considering taking a crap in her panties! Of course, the zombie infection had destroyed society and forced many changes in her life, but going to the bathroom in her panties still felt very perverse and naughty to the cute co-ed.
Knowing that she could probably only hold on for a few more minutes anyways, Zoey decided to stop fighting it. She slowed down her walking pace for a few seconds until she was trailing a few feet behind her companions.
"Hold up guys," she said, bending over and pretending she needed to tie her shoe. Instead, she began to focus on pooping in her panties. She was currently using a lot of energy and focus to keep from messing herself, so all she really had to do was relax and let go, but this proved difficult. Each time she'd almost relaxed enough to let it out her muscles would clamp back down on instinct. Finally after a few seconds of trying, she felt a small amount of poo force its way out of her and into her underwear before she instinctively tightened up again. She bit her lip, her heart racing. Barely any had made it out, but what had felt really warm and soft. She had been expecting a soft load but the feeling still surprised her.
'Oh god, I'm shitting myself...' she thought to herself, her mind racing.'Oh god, it feels so hot and wet,' her mind continued as she felt a blush form on her cheeks.
"You okay there?" Francis called to her.
'Oh god, does he know?' Zoey panicked briefly before realizing there was no way he could realize she was crapping herself. She was bent over, butt facing away from him, and her face was looking down at her shoe lace, after all.
'Dammit,' she thought to herself as she realized she was supposed to be tying her shoe lace. She had been bent over for quite a few seconds now, and her companions were obviously wondering why she was having so much trouble tying a simple knot.
"Yeah, just a sec, bad knot," she replied hastily as she continued to focus on shitting in her panties. After a few more seconds she finally succeeded as a large amount of her crap quickly escaped into her underwear. It was accompanied by a wet crackling sound, though the sound was faint enough that no one else could've heard it. She struggled to hold back a delighted moan at the immense relief she felt, only barely succeeding in doing so.
For a moment she considered just standing back up and walking back to her group, realizing that she would be fine until they could get to a bathroom now that half of her load was in her panties. After a moment's hesitation though she pushed again, chewing gently on her lip as she did so. She'd started crapping in her panties, so it didn't seem right to not finish the job.
Continuing to pretend to tie her shoe, Zoey pushed more of her soft poo out into her underwear, moaning quietly as she did so. She could feel her panties growing tighter as more and more of her hot load filled them up. Though not giving the idea any serious thought, she was quite glad that she'd chosen to finish crapping in her panties instead of waiting for a bathroom – the feeling of satisfaction at emptying her bowels was immense.
Once she was confident that she had pushed her entire load into her panties, she stood up and smiled.
"Okay, done!" she said happily, and began to walk forward again as her group resumed their travels. They continued to progress forwards, trying to make their way to the air port. Instead of staying alert for any possible dangers though, all Zoey could think about was the warm load of shit in her panties, and the way it felt against the creamy skin of her butt with each step she took. It felt so hot, and so moist, and she could feel it smearing against her skin as she walked forward. The sensation of it was making her breath heavier, and making her mouth dry – all due to disgust, she quickly told herself.
Still in the back of the group by a few feet, she reached back with her hand and slid it over her butt. She couldn't help but let out an audible 'gasp' as her fingers brushed the bulge of poo, though she quickly pretended to clear her throat to cover her slip. Her poo felt so soft, and wet, and warm, but she was especially surprised at the size of the bulge it had made. She wasn't expecting it to be nearly as big as it was due to the softness of her poo. She had thought her jeans would've mashed it tightly against her butt and barely looked any different. As she traced the curve of her butt downward though, where the denim would normally bend into her crack, it instead bulged outwards slightly. She was shocked at the amount, the bulge not even fitting entirely in her hand as she gently cupped it. She would definitely have to be careful to make sure no one saw it.
Finding herself not quite as disgusted as she would've expected, she poked her bulge lightly with a finger. It was indeed very soft, and she was going to have to be careful to only take small steps. Her pink cotton panties were totally expendable, but she didn't want to get her jeans too messy since it would be a lot harder to find a replacement pair that fit her well.
Despite taking care to not disturb her mess at all, though, she nonetheless couldn't keep her hand off of it for more than a few seconds at a time. At first it was happening on its own – the second her mind would get occupied with a thought or idea or memory, her hand would find its way back to her butt, and start tracing around the edges of the bulge, or cupping it gently through her jeans and panties. As soon as she'd realize what she was doing, she'd quickly pull her hand away from her butt and mentally scold herself, but then her mind would inevitably wander and she ended up repeating the process.
As more time passed though, she quit pulling her hand away, and quit scolding herself. She couldn't help but find the load of poop in her panties perversely fascinating – though, of course, it was completely gross and disgusting too. Filthy as it was though, she could feel her load through her jeans when she cupped it. The warmth of it was obvious, and it even felt kind of damp, though she was pretty sure that was just her mind being silly. Still, she found the feeling... interesting.
Tracing around the edge of the bulge with her finger as she absently chewed her bottom lip, Zoey couldn't help but wonder how long it would be until the group found a bathroom. There was no way she could say anything to her fellow survivors about needing to go poo now, so she was worried at the idea of spending the next several hours walking around with her cute panties hugging her gooey load of crap against her butt.
Suddenly the full weight of the situation hit Zoey. She had completely and totally crapped in her panties. They were her favourite pair, light pink cotton, and they were thoroughly loaded with warm, gooey crap. The very same warm, gooey crap that should've been flushed down a toilet right now, but Zoey had pushed it all out into her pretty panties instead. It wasn't even an accident, either. She had consciously decided to bend over and go in her panties, and she had even decided to completely crap herself instead of waiting to finish in a toilet later. If that wasn't bad enough though, she wasn't even trying to get cleaned up! She was walking around with her friends while feeling up the mess with her hand!
Of course, that was stretching the truth a bit, and beyond that she was already quite well aware of what she'd done. The idea had suddenly sparked into her head though, fully formed, and it made her slightly dizzy. She tried to rationalize most of the idea away, but the sudden clarity that her own shit was actually in her panties at that moment was making her feel ill. It was like reality had finally sunk in. She felt revulsion at the idea, her stomach tightening and plummeting downwards as disgust took hold inside of her. She worried she might vomit for a moment, but managed to hold on.
Taking a few deep breaths of the warm night air to steady herself, the pretty brunette followed her group into an alleyway. They had been trying to find a way to the next street over, but various collapsed walls and crashed cars were blocking the most obvious routes, so they had decided to just cut through an apartment building and out the other side. They weren't sure if there actually was an exit onto the other street, but the fire escape lead out to the other side of the blocked alleyway so the group had decided to take that path.
This story is a Left 4 Dead fanfic. It is starring Zoey. Obviously I don't own these characters, you know the drill. If you've ever played Left 4 Dead, then great, you'll be able to jump right in. I realize that's not going to include many of you though. That doesn't matter. This is panty pooping porn, and nothing more. There's no important plot details or interesting character depth to miss out on; this just a hot girl shitting in her panties. Google "L4D Zoey" if you wanna see what she looks like. I've done my best to describe what's going on well enough that you should get the idea anyways though... but I've probably failed horribly at doing so. Oh well. Enjoy, or don't, anyways!
Left 4 Dead - Zoey's Discovery
Zoey sighed, chewing on her light pink lip as she tightly gripped her trusty shotgun. Brushing her brown hair out of her eyes, she paused for a moment. It was a fairly warm evening, but the thin white tank top she was wearing was revealing and, well, thin, so she zipped up her pink sweater. She eyed her group, one at a time, trying to decide if she should ask them to stop for a minute so that she could take a quick bathroom break.
Bill, the grizzled old war veteran, probably wouldn't stand for it. Despite his age he was fully on alert, constantly looking out for danger. The danger, in this case, being a horde of flesh-eating zombies. Bill would not like the idea of stopping here for a bathroom break, Zoey knew. They were in the middle of a road, and the only place she could get any privacy would be in one of the dark alleyways, and dark alleyways were always crawling with zombies.
Francis, the tattooed, leather clad biker wouldn't care though. He was the opposite of Bill. He didn't take much seriously, and though he was still good with a gun he wasn't as tough as he looked. He was the type to just say, "sure, whatever," or to make some crude joke.
Louis, the final member of their group, was an unremarkable office worker. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and he was the only one who was close to Zoey in age, so she felt the most comfortable with him. Still, the four of them all got along very well, despite being such a ragtag group. Of course, part of that might have been that they were too busy fighting for their lives to not get along.
Zoey had to go to the bathroom pretty badly, but she decided not to bother asking. It would be unsafe to stop in this area – they were travelling down the road in the middle of a ruined city. Better to find a secure-able apartment. And aside from that, it was kind of embarrassing. Still, the pretty brunette had to crap, and she knew the feeling wasn't going to go away any time soon. It didn't feel like a solid load that she could hold on to for a while, either - the feeling in her bowels told her that it was probably going to be a soft, squishy load of crap. It was the kind that she couldn't just ignore for a few hours until they settled down for the evening, she realized with dismay.
As they continued travelling, each of them keeping an eye out for deadly zombies hidden in shadows or behind cars, Zoey continued to consider the possibility that they might not find an adequate bathroom before she had to go. It would be too embarrassing and leave her too exposed to go right then and there, but it didn't seem likely they were going to be going into any buildings any time soon either so that she could use a real bathroom. The only other outcome she could see would be going in her panties.
The college girl frowned at the idea. She couldn't remember the last time she had pooped in her panties. She must've been a little girl last time it had happened, and the idea of doing it was equal part disgusting and embarrassing. Still, she couldn't see any other outcome, so she began to assess the situation. It was night time, and while there were a few street lamps or car headlights glowing, it was dark enough that it would be pretty hard to see anything. And there were corpses piled against walls and on the side of the street, as well as dead zombies around, so the smell wouldn't be a problem compared to the rotting flesh.
The more she thought about it, the more Zoey realized that her best option was probably to just go in her panties, and to try and hide it until they got to their next rest stop where she could clean herself up. Her jeans were tight enough on her slim form, showing off the round curves of her butt. They weren't so tight that her load would be unable to fit in them though. Either way, she had no other option, so she just had to try and avoid the light and she would be okay.
Zoey gulped, her heart beginning to beat faster and faster. It was becoming more and more uncomfortable by the second to hold on. She couldn't believe she was actually considering taking a crap in her panties! Of course, the zombie infection had destroyed society and forced many changes in her life, but going to the bathroom in her panties still felt very perverse and naughty to the cute co-ed.
Knowing that she could probably only hold on for a few more minutes anyways, Zoey decided to stop fighting it. She slowed down her walking pace for a few seconds until she was trailing a few feet behind her companions.
"Hold up guys," she said, bending over and pretending she needed to tie her shoe. Instead, she began to focus on pooping in her panties. She was currently using a lot of energy and focus to keep from messing herself, so all she really had to do was relax and let go, but this proved difficult. Each time she'd almost relaxed enough to let it out her muscles would clamp back down on instinct. Finally after a few seconds of trying, she felt a small amount of poo force its way out of her and into her underwear before she instinctively tightened up again. She bit her lip, her heart racing. Barely any had made it out, but what had felt really warm and soft. She had been expecting a soft load but the feeling still surprised her.
'Oh god, I'm shitting myself...' she thought to herself, her mind racing.'Oh god, it feels so hot and wet,' her mind continued as she felt a blush form on her cheeks.
"You okay there?" Francis called to her.
'Oh god, does he know?' Zoey panicked briefly before realizing there was no way he could realize she was crapping herself. She was bent over, butt facing away from him, and her face was looking down at her shoe lace, after all.
'Dammit,' she thought to herself as she realized she was supposed to be tying her shoe lace. She had been bent over for quite a few seconds now, and her companions were obviously wondering why she was having so much trouble tying a simple knot.
"Yeah, just a sec, bad knot," she replied hastily as she continued to focus on shitting in her panties. After a few more seconds she finally succeeded as a large amount of her crap quickly escaped into her underwear. It was accompanied by a wet crackling sound, though the sound was faint enough that no one else could've heard it. She struggled to hold back a delighted moan at the immense relief she felt, only barely succeeding in doing so.
For a moment she considered just standing back up and walking back to her group, realizing that she would be fine until they could get to a bathroom now that half of her load was in her panties. After a moment's hesitation though she pushed again, chewing gently on her lip as she did so. She'd started crapping in her panties, so it didn't seem right to not finish the job.
Continuing to pretend to tie her shoe, Zoey pushed more of her soft poo out into her underwear, moaning quietly as she did so. She could feel her panties growing tighter as more and more of her hot load filled them up. Though not giving the idea any serious thought, she was quite glad that she'd chosen to finish crapping in her panties instead of waiting for a bathroom – the feeling of satisfaction at emptying her bowels was immense.
Once she was confident that she had pushed her entire load into her panties, she stood up and smiled.
"Okay, done!" she said happily, and began to walk forward again as her group resumed their travels. They continued to progress forwards, trying to make their way to the air port. Instead of staying alert for any possible dangers though, all Zoey could think about was the warm load of shit in her panties, and the way it felt against the creamy skin of her butt with each step she took. It felt so hot, and so moist, and she could feel it smearing against her skin as she walked forward. The sensation of it was making her breath heavier, and making her mouth dry – all due to disgust, she quickly told herself.
Still in the back of the group by a few feet, she reached back with her hand and slid it over her butt. She couldn't help but let out an audible 'gasp' as her fingers brushed the bulge of poo, though she quickly pretended to clear her throat to cover her slip. Her poo felt so soft, and wet, and warm, but she was especially surprised at the size of the bulge it had made. She wasn't expecting it to be nearly as big as it was due to the softness of her poo. She had thought her jeans would've mashed it tightly against her butt and barely looked any different. As she traced the curve of her butt downward though, where the denim would normally bend into her crack, it instead bulged outwards slightly. She was shocked at the amount, the bulge not even fitting entirely in her hand as she gently cupped it. She would definitely have to be careful to make sure no one saw it.
Finding herself not quite as disgusted as she would've expected, she poked her bulge lightly with a finger. It was indeed very soft, and she was going to have to be careful to only take small steps. Her pink cotton panties were totally expendable, but she didn't want to get her jeans too messy since it would be a lot harder to find a replacement pair that fit her well.
Despite taking care to not disturb her mess at all, though, she nonetheless couldn't keep her hand off of it for more than a few seconds at a time. At first it was happening on its own – the second her mind would get occupied with a thought or idea or memory, her hand would find its way back to her butt, and start tracing around the edges of the bulge, or cupping it gently through her jeans and panties. As soon as she'd realize what she was doing, she'd quickly pull her hand away from her butt and mentally scold herself, but then her mind would inevitably wander and she ended up repeating the process.
As more time passed though, she quit pulling her hand away, and quit scolding herself. She couldn't help but find the load of poop in her panties perversely fascinating – though, of course, it was completely gross and disgusting too. Filthy as it was though, she could feel her load through her jeans when she cupped it. The warmth of it was obvious, and it even felt kind of damp, though she was pretty sure that was just her mind being silly. Still, she found the feeling... interesting.
Tracing around the edge of the bulge with her finger as she absently chewed her bottom lip, Zoey couldn't help but wonder how long it would be until the group found a bathroom. There was no way she could say anything to her fellow survivors about needing to go poo now, so she was worried at the idea of spending the next several hours walking around with her cute panties hugging her gooey load of crap against her butt.
Suddenly the full weight of the situation hit Zoey. She had completely and totally crapped in her panties. They were her favourite pair, light pink cotton, and they were thoroughly loaded with warm, gooey crap. The very same warm, gooey crap that should've been flushed down a toilet right now, but Zoey had pushed it all out into her pretty panties instead. It wasn't even an accident, either. She had consciously decided to bend over and go in her panties, and she had even decided to completely crap herself instead of waiting to finish in a toilet later. If that wasn't bad enough though, she wasn't even trying to get cleaned up! She was walking around with her friends while feeling up the mess with her hand!
Of course, that was stretching the truth a bit, and beyond that she was already quite well aware of what she'd done. The idea had suddenly sparked into her head though, fully formed, and it made her slightly dizzy. She tried to rationalize most of the idea away, but the sudden clarity that her own shit was actually in her panties at that moment was making her feel ill. It was like reality had finally sunk in. She felt revulsion at the idea, her stomach tightening and plummeting downwards as disgust took hold inside of her. She worried she might vomit for a moment, but managed to hold on.
Taking a few deep breaths of the warm night air to steady herself, the pretty brunette followed her group into an alleyway. They had been trying to find a way to the next street over, but various collapsed walls and crashed cars were blocking the most obvious routes, so they had decided to just cut through an apartment building and out the other side. They weren't sure if there actually was an exit onto the other street, but the fire escape lead out to the other side of the blocked alleyway so the group had decided to take that path.
I hope we can see more of your stories in future!!! And I seriously want to see a sequel to Another Boring Saturday Night as well.
) and even managed to be sexy without getting too messy (a girl getting off on it is fine and all, but I do like them not getting too freaky with the stuff, lol).
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