Consolotta & Kedzie

[Narada]

Holy late for Christmas, Batman!

This story was supposed to be posted at or around Christmas, but complications in the real world (don't ask) kept me from finishing it until now. What I've learnt from this is that if I want to post any holiday themed stories, I should have them completed months in advance so I can post them during the season, not two months later. I should probably get started on that Earth Day story now! Story contains all the usual filth you've come to expect from me. All characters are of legal, consensual age, yadda, yadda, yadda. Enjoy.

Consolotta & Kedzie
By
Sri Narada Jagganath, Esq.


"I'm bored."

It was a typical Saturday night for Consolotta Sereda. She was lying on the couch in the living room of her best friend Kedzie Coleman with a massive bowl of nachos resting on her doughy belly. Kedzie was sitting on the floor in front of her, intermittently grabbing a handful of the cheese and beef laden nachos and stuffing them into her mouth. The two girls were engaged in their weekly ritual of watching one of the hardcore gay porn flicks they'd "liberated" from the stash Kedzie's brother Trent kept hidden in the back of his closet (along with his sexuality). Incidentally, that week's pick was from the 'Interracial Facial: Black & White' series.

"Black men have the best asses," Kedzie dreamily whispered as she watched Rushawn West vigorously pound his skinny blonde co-star Eric Evanston.

Consolotta picked up a pillow and hit Kedzie on the head with it; the impact sent the girl's round glasses flying across the room. "Connie, what the fuck?" The redhead playfully slapped Consolotta's rotund belly, the bottom of which was poking out of her T-shirt, and retrieved her glasses.

"Did you hear me? I said I'm bored!" Consolotta grabbed the remote and paused the movie.

"This is what we do every Saturday." Kedzie yawned before putting on her glasses and sitting on the floor again. She was super wet; she'd been surreptitiously rubbing herself through her hot pink sweatpants and was well eager to get back to it. "Come on, restart the movie--it was just getting to the good part!"

"No! It's Christmas next week--we should be out doing something. Hell, even your parents went out, and they're bigger home bodies than we are!" Consolotta said.

Shit--I was soooo close! Kedzie thought. "UGH! Fine, what d'you wanna do? There's a party at Brittany Kramer's. I hear that there's gonna be college boys there--wanna go?"

"Fuck no! I hate that bitch." Consolotta scowled.

"Well, what the fuck do you wanna do?" Kedzie growled; being denied her orgasm had made her super irritable.

Consolotta sat up, crammed a handful of nachos into her mouth, and chewed on them thoughtfully. When they were fully digested, a wicked smile came to her lips.

"Uh-oh." Kedzie knew the look on her friend's face quite well; it usually meant that Consolotta was hatching a scheme that would get them in trouble.

"What?" Consolotta grinned. "I was just gonna suggest that we go caroling!"

"Are you serious?" Kedzie scoffed. "That shit went out of style back in the 1800's!"

"C'mon--it'll be fun!"

"Yeah, right." Kedzie sniffed. "I don't see how going out in twenty degree weather and singing to strangers is going to be fun. Besides, neither of us could carry a tune even if they were stapled to our hands!"

"So? Let's do it anyway! Where's your spirit of adventure, Kedzie?"

"I think I threw it out with my used tampons." Kedzie made a grab for the remote, but Consolotta jerked it out of her reach. She sighed; she knew that once Consolotta had her mind set on something, it was impossible to dissuade her from it. "Fine. Let's go caroling."

"We should fill up before we go!" Consolotta smiled and headed for the kitchen.

"Fill up? Am I crazy, or haven't we been stuffing ourselves with nachos and Coke for over an hour now?" Kedzie called after her friend.

"We haven't had desert yet!" Consolotta sang from the kitchen.

"Take your time." Kedzie whispered. She sat on the couch, restarted the DVD, and shoved her hand down the front of her sweatpants. Her cunny was absolutely drenched, so her fingers slid in without any effort. "Oh...fuck, fuck, fuck!" She hissed through gritted
teeth as she fingered herself. In less than a minute, she brought herself to orgasm.

"For fuck's sake--you play with yourself more than my little brother!" Consolotta chuckled as she sat a plastic serving tray on the coffee table.

"So what? It's perfectly natural!" Kedzie replied before sticking out her tongue. She took a moment to catch her breath before she looked at the repast her friend had laid out in front of her. The tray contained two big slices of fruitcake and two glasses full of thick, frothy egg nog topped with whipped cream. "You seriously expect us to eat Aunt Myrtle's fruitcake and go caroling? We'll have to shit like crazy after ten minutes; it's almost 100% prunes! And you know egg nog gives both of us the runs!"

"I know!" Consolotta plopped down on the couch, wolfed down one of the thick slices of fruitcake, and gulped down the glass of egg nog nearest to her. She then sat back, rubbed her stomach, and loudly burped.

Kedzie gave her a withering look. "Pig." She picked up the remaining slice of fruitcake and looked at it questioningly.

"Eat it!" Consolotta ordered.

"What are you up to?" Kedzie asked.

"Eat, bitch!" Consolotta said as she toyed with a strand of her curly black hair.

Kedzie sighed and took a cautious bite of the fruitcake and chewed it slowly. "UGH, I hate this shit!" She muttered. "I can't believe you're making me do this!" It took her well over three minutes, but she finally choked it down.

"Here." Consolotta held the last cup of egg nog up to her friend's lips.

"I'm gonna get you for this, Connie." Kedzie grabbed the cup and took a sip. "Ewww--this shit tastes like jizz!"

"How would you know what that tastes like, virgin?" Consolotta laughed.

"Fuck you! You know I blew Jimmy Hudson after homecoming last year." Kedzie sneered.

"You little slut!" Consolotta teased, poking her friend in the ribs.

"Shut up!" Kedzie scowled. "I've only sucked off one dude! You, on the other hand, have spread your legs for so many guys that I bet you've even lost count of them all!"

"Practice makes perfect." Consolotta smiled. "And I've only been with ten guys, thank you very much. Now, drink your egg nog."

Kedzie held her nose and downed the egg nog, whose only saving grace was the two cups of rum her mother had added to it. "There--happy now?"

"Yup!" Consolotta grabbed her friend's hand and yanked her to her feet. "Let's go get ready!"

[Narada]

Consolotta & Kedzie (conclusion)

As it was a typical Midwestern winter, the girls needed to dress in layers. They stripped down to their bra and panties and put on some thermal underwear and two pairs of socks. Next, they donned sweatpants and sweatshirts borrowed from Kedzie's father, over which they put their regular clothes: a white blouse, plaid skirt (colored red), and black boots for Consolotta, and a black 'hoodie,' blue jeans, and dark brown boots for Kedzie. They then topped all of that with their heavy winter coats; Consolotta's was dark gray, Kedzie's was navy blue.

The second they got ready to leave, Kedzie's stomach started to rumble. "Shit, Aunt Myrtle's fruitcake's already trying to make it's way to the exit!" Before she finished speaking, she released a wet, gassy eruption from her ass--she instantly turned red.

"No need to blush--I've smelt your farts before!" Consolotta laughed.

"Shut up! I'm gonna go take a dump." Kedzie didn't make it very far; Consolotta caught her by the elbow and stopped her in her tracks. "Connie, what're ya doin'? Leggo before I shit myself!"

"Oh, come on; you can hold it!" Consolotta flashed another naughty little grin.

"Oh no--what are you up to? Why'd you stuff me full of Christmas cheer?" Kedzie asked whilst clamping her butt cheeks together and trying to stifle another burst of flatulence.

"We're gonna play a little game," Consolotta smiled. "We're gonna see how long we can hold it while we're caroling. First person to shit themselves loses."

"Oh, my god--where do you come up with this stuff?"Kedzie groaned. "Can I at least pee first?"

"Nope." Consolotta replied.

"What makes you think I would do something like this?" Kedzie said. She quickly clamped down the muscles in her pussy to keep from wetting herself, but wasn't fast enough to keep a small trickle of piss from escaping.

"You're right. You never beat me at anything; you would never be able to hold out as long as I could!" Consolotta knew that challenging Kedzie like that was the best way to get the redhead to do what she wanted; she'd been using that tatic since they were in grade school.

"Yeah, I'm not falling for it this time." Kedzie sneered.

"Bet I can hold it for an hour." Consolotta said.

Kedzie rolled her eyes. "One hour, and then we come home--got it?"

"Got it! Let's go!" Consolotta grabbed Kedzie's hand and led her into the blustery winter night.

At the first two houses, everything went well; the girls knocked on a door, waited for one of their neighbors to come out, and then sang loud and horribly off-key renditions of their favorite Christmas songs. The first neighbor, Ms. Higgenbottom, listened for a bit before she bemusedly shook her head and went back inside. The second neighbor, Mr. Delvecchio, regared the girls with folded arms and a scowl; finally, he tersely informed them that if they were not off his property in five minutes, he would call the police.

"Didn't I tell you that this would be fun?" Consolotta giggled as they both ran off.

"I still can't believe that I let you talk me into this!" Kedzie was holding her stomach--the nachos, soda, fruitcake, and egg nog were at war in her gut--it was only a matter of time before it all forced its way out of her.

Consolotta noticed her friend gripping her gut and smiled. "Snow's startin' to pick up."

"Uh-huh." Kedzie grunted.

"When my mom was our age, she got caught outside in a heavy snowstorm," Consolotta said. "The snow was all the way up to her knees, and it took her ages to get home. She had to poop real bad, and she couldn't hold it anymore, so she just went on herself. She pooped so much that it went down the legs of her pants and into her boots!"

"Why the fuck would you tell me that story now?" Kedzie was breaking wind every few seconds then; each blast left a wet deposit on the seat of her panties.

"Because I wanted to make you squirm, obviously!" Consolotta chuckled. She, too, was beginning to have difficulty containing her bodily wastes; several trickles of piss ran down her legs with each step, and each time she broke wind, she sprayed the gusset of her panties with flecks of wet poo.

"Look, this has gone on long enough," Kedzie sighed after they'd performed at nearly a dozen houses. "Let's just duck into an alley and go before we mess ourselves."

"Let's hit one last house!" Consolotta smiled.

"Oh my God--you enjoy torturing me, don't you?" Kedzie moaned.

"Yup!" Consolotta sprinted up the front stairs of a baby blue house with a black roof and rang the bell; Kedzie followed her with both hands pressed firmly against her crotch.The door opened: a lanky young man with a mass of curly dark brown hair smiled down at them. He was wearing a white tank top and black sweatpants; the cold air caused his bronze cheeks to turn a shade of reddish brown.

"What's up?" He asked with a grin.

"Hey, you!" Consolotta cooed. "I didn't know this was your house! Kedz, get up here and say hi!"

Kedzie had frozen on the bottom step when she recognized the young man who'd come to the door; he was Levant Owens, one of the most popular boys in their school. She'd had a massive crush on him since they met back in junior high. I am so gonna kill Connie for this, She thought. "H-hey, Levant!" She muttered shyly as she came to stand beside Consolotta.

"Hey, Red!" Levant replied. "What the hell y'all doin' outside on a night like this? It's cold as shit!"

"We're caroling!" Consolotta grinned.

"What?" Levant laughed. "Nobody does that shit anymore!"

"That's exactly what I said!" Kedzie muttered.

"When you two get done singing, why don't you two come inside and get warmed up?" Levant asked.

"Only if you promise not to bite!" Consolotta chuckled.

"Connie!" Kedzie nudged her friend in the ribs.

"I ain't promisin' a damn thing!" Levant replied with a devilish grin that made Kedzie feel tingly all over.

"OK, let's get this show on the road, Kedz; I'm freezing my ass off out here!" Consolotta said.

"Sorry about this," Kedzie muttered apologetically, her freckle dotted cheeks turning hot pink.

"Do your thang." Levant smirked.

The girls cleared their throats and started to sing:

Season's Greetings in our souls--

Before they could sing another line, Kedzie suddenly, and loudly, lost control of her bowels. The excitement of being face to face with her crush had made her forget how badly she had to go--she quickly remembered when her shit started noisily flowing into her panties. She looked at Levant, expecting his face to be filled with disgust; she was surprised to see a look of concern on it instead. As he cautiously stepped toward her, Kedzie backed away. "Oh no no no no no no..." She went beet red as she felt a geyser of piss exploded from her pussy and soaked her pants front and back.

"I guess I win!" Consolotta shrugged.

Kedzie's eyes were saucer wide. "Oh god, oh god, OH GOD!" She shrieked before running off.

"KEDZIE!" Levant shouted as he watched the girl vanish into the snowy night.

"I gotta go after her; see you at school, Lee!" Consolotta raced down the stairs and went after her friend. "Kedzie, wait!" She could barely make out the redhead's body through the increasing snowfall. "Slow down!"

"Leave me alone--this is all your fault!" Kedzie was still befouling herself; she swore under her breath and wondered if it would ever stop. She shuddered as she felt warm, sticky poo running down the back of her legs. Just like in Connie's stupid story! She thought.

"Kedz, I'm sorry!" Consolotta chased her friend for a few more blocks before she stopped running and doubled over. "Fuck!" She growled as piss gushed uncontrollably from her pussy. She tried to get her skirt, sweatpants, and thermal underwear down, but it was far too late for that--they were all soaked clean through front and back in an instant. Just as her urine was trickling to a stop, her asshole released a loud and smelly fart. "Nope, nope, nope--ain't gonna happen!" She clenched her butthole as tightly as she could and clapped both her hands over it, but she couldn't stop the rich, muddy shit from flowing out of her and into her already filthy panties. "Oh, to hell with it!" She stopped trying to fight it and let the poop fill up her underwear. There was so much poo coming out of her that her panties started to sag under the weight of the foul smelling stuff; it quickly ran out of them and into her thermals and sweats. She hoped that the snow would obscure the mess she was making, but that hope was quickly dashed when the snow abrubtly came to a stop. Her caramel colored cheeks began to redden when she heard laughter coming from behind her. She looked over her shoulder and immediately wished that she hadn't--she was standing in front of a Starbucks coffee shop's window! All of the patrons inside were gathering around, pointing at the dark brown stain on the seat of her skirt and taking pictures of it with their cameraphones. "FUCK!" She ran off just as the door to the shop opened--she didn't even want to know who was coming out to confront her.

Consolotta caught up with Kedzie a few blocks away from her house. She was walking very slowly; the seat and rear of her jeans was stained a deep shade of brown. She ran up behind her friend and wrapped her arms around her waist. "Hey, bestie!" She whispered.

Kedzie elbowed Consolotta in the gut and pushed her away. "Don't talk to me."

"How the hell was I supposed to know Levant lived there?" Consolotta asked.

"Not. Another. Word."

The two girls walked the rest of the way in silence, ignoring the jeers and taunts of the few people that they passed on the street. When they were less than a block from Kedzie's house, Consolotta cautiously reached out and ran her fingers down the redhead's arm. When she didn't flinch or pull away, Consolotta continued, removing her friend's glove, taking her hand, and holding it for the remainder of their journey.

Once they reached Kedzie's house, the girls stripped down to their bra and panties; they threw out the rest of their soiled clothes. Afterwards, they headed for the bathroom to get cleaned up. "Wow." Consolotta stood on the tips of her toes and looked over her shoulder at her soiled underwear; the powder blue panties had a massive dark chocolate stain on the rear. Her legs were also smeared with rapidly drying streaks of poo.

"I don't think I've ever shat this much in my life!" Kedzie slipped off her silky red panties and squeezed the foul smelling mass of shit into the toilet. "Ewww..this is the grossest day of my life!"

"Even grosser than that time you got your period in gym glass and Craig Meyers sat in it?" Consolotta chuckled as she wiggled her chubby bottom, causing her soiled panties to slide down her shapely legs.

"WAY grosser!" Kedzie dropped her panties in the sink, squirted some shampoo on them, and started washing them out.

"UGH, how can you stand to touch those dirty things?" Consolotta frowned as she wadded up a bunch of paper towels, wrapped her panties in it, and threw them in the wastebasket.

"This bra and panty set cost me $75--I can't just throw 'em away!" Kedzie replied.

"Sure you can--just get your dad to buy you some more!" Consolotta smirked "OMG, we fucking reek!" She grimaced as she sprayed a can of air freshener around the bathroom.

"I know, right?" Kedzie wrinkled up her nose at the stench they were giving off. "Bath time!" She turned on the faucet in the tub and filled it with water just a notch below scalding. She gave a squeak of surprise as Consolotta squeezed her right butt cheek. "Hey!" She snickered and playfully slapped the back of her friend's hand She then slipped into the tub and held out her hand. Consolotta took it and joined her in the steaming water.

"So, do you forgive me?" Consolotta asked.

"Sure." Kedzie replied. "You didn't do it on purpose. Like you said, you didn't know Levant lived there. I'm never gonna live this down. He's never gonna talk to me again! I wanted to have that boys' babies!"

"It's nice to know that your highest ambition in life is getting knocked up by a Black dude," Consolotta chuckled.

"He's not just some Black dude--he's my soul mate!" Kedzie sighed. "Or at least he was..."

"Hey, I thought I was your soul mate!" Consolotta pouted.

"Shut up!" Kedzie stuck out her tongue. "I'm in distress and you're making jokes! You're my best friend--comfort me!"

"Come here!" Consolotta wrapped her arms around Kedzie and held her against her massive bust.

"I said comfort me, not smother me!" Kedzie giggled.

After holding each other for a time, the girls got on with the business of bathing. When they were as clean as possible, soaked in the slowly cooling water for a few minutes. Just as they were about to get out, there was a sharp rap on the bathroom door. "Come in!" They sang out in unison.

"Hi, girls!" Mrs. Coleman chirped as she poked her head into the bathroom. Seeing the two girls in the bathtub together didn't faze her in the least; they always did everything together, and she'd long expected them to become more than friends.

"Hi, Mom!" Kedzie smiled. "I didn't know you were back from church!"

"What up, Mrs. C?" Consolotta said.

"Connie, you're over here so much that you're practically part of the family--you needn't to be so formal with me." Mrs. Coleman replied.

"OK--Mom!" Consolotta grinned.

"Anything we can help you with, Mom?" Kedzie asked in a tone that suggested that she wanted her mother to be elsewhere.

"There's a call for you, smart-ass." Mrs. Coleman replied as she held out the phone.

"Who is it?" Kedzie asked.

"Levant Owens."

"W-What?!?" Kedzie gasped. "H-how'd he get our number?"

"His mother goes to our church." Mrs. Coleman shrugged. "He must've gotten it from her."

"Gimmie, gimmie!!!" Kedzie jumped out of the tub, snatched the phone from her mom, and ran out of the bathroom.

"Kedzie, for heaven's sake, put some clothes on before you catch your death!" Mrs. Coleman tutted and followed her daughter.

A few minutes later, Kedzie returned to the bathroom and jumped back into the bathtub, shouting " WOO!" as she did so.

"I take it that the call went well?" Consolotta smirked.

"Yeah!" Kedzie grinned. "He was worried about me; he thought I was sick. And guess what--he invited me to a Christmas party at his place next week! You're totes invited, too."

"See? Now aren't you glad we went caroling?" Consolotta smiled.

"Yup. I so totally owe you. This is the first time one of your little schemes has had a positive result!" Kedzie replied, snuggling up to her friend.

"Just wait until you see what I have planned for New Years!" Consolotta muttered as she wrapped an arm around Kedzie.

"What?" Kedzie asked.

"Nothin'. " Consolotta chuckled.

The End(?)

[Drying]

A bit out of season, but a good story.
I wonder what Consolotta has planned for new years.

[Narada]

Thanks. Like I said in the intro, this was meant to be posted during the holidays, but real life stuff kept getting in the way. Consolotta's plan may or may not involve her and Kedzie mooning a TV camera at the stroke of Midnight on New Year's Eve...

[progpoop]

Narada, my man, you consistently deliver excellent material. This board would be shit without you. Pun intended.

[Narada]

Thanks, dude.

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New stories on the way soon.