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"Will you quit begging me to drive you to the toy store? You're an adult!" Molly was behind the wheel of her old Chrysler La Barron, toting around her best friend , Chelsea.
"Come on, Max. Just this once. This place gets all kind of unique stuff."
"Fine. But then we're going to the mall."
"You won't regret it!" The car pulled to a stop and Chelsea jumped out. Molly trailed behind, her shoulders slumped. Chelsea was a college freshman, about five and a half feet tall with short blond hair. Molly was a year older, three inches shorter, and a brunette. "Oh, look at these!" Chelsea pushed the shop door open and immediately started grabbing old toys.
"Wow, wooden robots. I'm so impressed."
"And what are these things?" Chelsea pushed up her glasses.
"They look like caramels."
"And check these out!"
"Check what out? Another piece of plastic? Can we go now?"
"No, wait! Look at this!" Chelsea pulled up a small, blue, ray gun from the bottom of a barrel marked "10 cents." She pointed it at the wall and squeezed the trigger. "Pew! Pew! This is great!" She laughed.
"Whatever. Buy it and leave."
"Okay." She approached the counter and rang a small, silver bell. A tall man in a black suit and a cowboy hat stepped out from the back room.
"Hey there, little ladies."
"Howdy, Calamity Jane," Molly said.
"Shut up, Molly. Hi mister! I'd like to purchase this ray gun!"
"Are you sure about that, missy?"
"Why? Is it broken? Is it supposed to light up?"
"No reason, just double checkin', I reckon."
"Is he speaking in rhymes on purpose?" Molly was tugging at Chelsea's Pink Floyd t-shirt.
"Molly. No. And yes, here's ten cents. Thanks for the great deal!"
"No, thank you!" His grin was ten miles wide when he waved goodbye to the two girls. Molly got back in her car and Chelsea stayed outside, pointing the ray gun at things and pulling the trigger.
"Chelsea, you are a child."
"Molly, you are boring." She swung the gun over to Molly.
"Will you just get in?"
"Reach for the stars!"
"I'm not going to reach for anything."
"Then prepare... to fry!" Chelsea squeezed the trigger of the gun.
Molly's eyes went wide. She felt a growing pain in her bowels, a weight that soon became unbearable. She covered her butt with her hands and her mouth went agape. She fought as hard as she could, but couldn't control the poop that was leaving her ass. She farted loudly, alerting Chelsea to the situation.
"Ew, Molly, that's gross."
"Oh my god, Chelsea, I'm shitting my pants."
"You don't have to be so sarcastic. Or disgusting."
"No-oohhhh God, Chelsea." BRRRRRRAAAAP, another loud fart. She squeezed her ass harder with her hands but she couldn't close her sphincter. The contents of her bowels emptied into her striped boyshorts. The load started small, but log after log spilled out of her ass. Soon, the contents of her messy panties ballooned out as large as a grapefruit. "Oh shit, oh shit! I'm fucking pooping in my fucking pants. I can't even stop it."
"Oh... gross...!" Chelsea hunched over just a little to see the growing mass of mess pouring out of Molly's ass. Molly held her stomach and bent over, easing the pain in her intestines.
"Fuck! Fuck!" The last log slid out of her body and into her shorts. "How am I going to drive home with shit in my pants?"
"Roll the windows down?"
"This isn't a time to joke! I just full-fledged crapped myself! I've never done something like this before!"
"I'm sure you did it when you were a baby. Now isn't so different. It's just... grosser. Because you're a lot less cuter."
"Chelsea, goddammit!"
"Sorry. It is kind of funny, though. Here, sit on this." She held up a plastic bag.
"Where did you get that?"
"It was on the floor of your car. Do you still want to go shopping for new clothes?"
"You can laugh all you want, but you've got to be in the car with my stinky, shit-covered ass." Molly placed the plastic bag over her seat and sat down. The thick, brown mess spread itself out around her buttcheeks. She rubbed her ass against the leather seat and settled into her own mess. "And I'm not going to roll the windows down. Just to spite you."
"You're stuck in here too, you know."
"You think I've never smelled my own shit before?"
"You act like it sometimes."
"Fuck you." Molly laughed. "What am I going to tell my mom?"
"That you ate some bad chicken, or something?"
"How did this happen, anyway?"
"Well, did you eat some bad chicken... or something?"
"No. I didn't eat anything weird. I'm not sick." Molly rocked back and forth in her own filth. It spread throughout her crotch.
"I just pointed the ray gun at you, pulled the trigger, and..."
"That's it! That stupid toy!"
"A toy did this?"
"Yes! It did!"
"Nuh uh."
"Here, give it to me, I'll show you." Molly lunged at the ray gun in Chelsea's hand, grabbing it from the short-haired blonde and squeezing the trigger.
"See! Noth-oh!" BRRRPT, Chelsea lifted her bottom off of the seat a little as a huge fart shook through her entire body. "Oh fuck, Molly, what'd we get ourselves intOH GOD." She let out a few more loud farts before the logs of shit fell into her pink cotton panties. "Fuck! I'm shitting my pants! Oh shit!" A huge fart exploded, sending shit flying into her pants. She was unable to keep herself in the air and fell back into her mess. The shit didn't stop coming. "Goddammit, what's wrong with me! Why-- OH FUCK-- is this-" BRRRRPT!
"Chelsea, I think I like your new toy."
"Fuck you, too!"
"I think I'd like that." Molly started to rub her nipples. She undid her seatbelt and leaned over to Chelsea, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Fuck! It's not stopping!" Chelsea continued to fill her pants with hot poop. Molly stroked the side of Chelsea's cheek and kissed her on the lips. "This is so wrong. Two grown women just shit their pants."
"Are you getting off on this?" Chelsea choked out.
"Aren't you?" Molly's breasts were pressed against Chelsea's. Her nipples were hard. She moved her self onto Chelsea's lap, so they sat face to face with one another.
"Well at least--" BRRPT "-- Let me get out of my--" SHLBT "--Chair!" She pulled on the door handle and the two fell out of the car, tumbling onto the ground. Molly was on top of Chelsea, whose hand was rested on Molly's shit filled pants. Molly slipped a hand under Chelsea's shirt and slowly danced her fingers down her midsection. Chelsea squeezed on the ball of shit that had long since spread itself around her ass. "You're an adult, Molly. You've shit your pants. You're disgusting."
"You piece of shit," Molly whispered into Chelsea's ear. The hot moisture of her breath spilled into her ear canal and sent a chill down her spine. "You also pooped your pants." Molly pressed her lips against Chelsea's just as another fart exploded from Chelsea's backside. "Fuck me right now!"
"Oh god, yes!" Chelsea rolled Molly's shit-caked jeans off of her legs. Her panties had expanded well beyond their threshold but were still, somehow, together. She jammed a hand down the front of Molly's shorts and tickled her vulva.
"Yes! There!" Molly licked the side of Chelsea's neck, moving to her nipples and biting down.
"Oh!" Chelsea gasped, letting out a silent fart. She moved herself down to Molly's pussy and began to lick.
"There! Right there! You naughty bitch!" She grabbed on Chelsea's hair and squeezed, climaxing and shitting herself a little more. She pulled Chelsea's head back and went down on her. Chelsea's short pubic hairs brushed against Molly's face.
"Lick my cunt! Do it! Yes!" As Chelsea came, her hands wrapped tightly around her own body. Molly rolled the both of them over and wrapped her arms around Chelsea, squeezing the load in her pants.
"Don't lose that ray gun," she whispered.
"Come on, Max. Just this once. This place gets all kind of unique stuff."
"Fine. But then we're going to the mall."
"You won't regret it!" The car pulled to a stop and Chelsea jumped out. Molly trailed behind, her shoulders slumped. Chelsea was a college freshman, about five and a half feet tall with short blond hair. Molly was a year older, three inches shorter, and a brunette. "Oh, look at these!" Chelsea pushed the shop door open and immediately started grabbing old toys.
"Wow, wooden robots. I'm so impressed."
"And what are these things?" Chelsea pushed up her glasses.
"They look like caramels."
"And check these out!"
"Check what out? Another piece of plastic? Can we go now?"
"No, wait! Look at this!" Chelsea pulled up a small, blue, ray gun from the bottom of a barrel marked "10 cents." She pointed it at the wall and squeezed the trigger. "Pew! Pew! This is great!" She laughed.
"Whatever. Buy it and leave."
"Okay." She approached the counter and rang a small, silver bell. A tall man in a black suit and a cowboy hat stepped out from the back room.
"Hey there, little ladies."
"Howdy, Calamity Jane," Molly said.
"Shut up, Molly. Hi mister! I'd like to purchase this ray gun!"
"Are you sure about that, missy?"
"Why? Is it broken? Is it supposed to light up?"
"No reason, just double checkin', I reckon."
"Is he speaking in rhymes on purpose?" Molly was tugging at Chelsea's Pink Floyd t-shirt.
"Molly. No. And yes, here's ten cents. Thanks for the great deal!"
"No, thank you!" His grin was ten miles wide when he waved goodbye to the two girls. Molly got back in her car and Chelsea stayed outside, pointing the ray gun at things and pulling the trigger.
"Chelsea, you are a child."
"Molly, you are boring." She swung the gun over to Molly.
"Will you just get in?"
"Reach for the stars!"
"I'm not going to reach for anything."
"Then prepare... to fry!" Chelsea squeezed the trigger of the gun.
Molly's eyes went wide. She felt a growing pain in her bowels, a weight that soon became unbearable. She covered her butt with her hands and her mouth went agape. She fought as hard as she could, but couldn't control the poop that was leaving her ass. She farted loudly, alerting Chelsea to the situation.
"Ew, Molly, that's gross."
"Oh my god, Chelsea, I'm shitting my pants."
"You don't have to be so sarcastic. Or disgusting."
"No-oohhhh God, Chelsea." BRRRRRRAAAAP, another loud fart. She squeezed her ass harder with her hands but she couldn't close her sphincter. The contents of her bowels emptied into her striped boyshorts. The load started small, but log after log spilled out of her ass. Soon, the contents of her messy panties ballooned out as large as a grapefruit. "Oh shit, oh shit! I'm fucking pooping in my fucking pants. I can't even stop it."
"Oh... gross...!" Chelsea hunched over just a little to see the growing mass of mess pouring out of Molly's ass. Molly held her stomach and bent over, easing the pain in her intestines.
"Fuck! Fuck!" The last log slid out of her body and into her shorts. "How am I going to drive home with shit in my pants?"
"Roll the windows down?"
"This isn't a time to joke! I just full-fledged crapped myself! I've never done something like this before!"
"I'm sure you did it when you were a baby. Now isn't so different. It's just... grosser. Because you're a lot less cuter."
"Chelsea, goddammit!"
"Sorry. It is kind of funny, though. Here, sit on this." She held up a plastic bag.
"Where did you get that?"
"It was on the floor of your car. Do you still want to go shopping for new clothes?"
"You can laugh all you want, but you've got to be in the car with my stinky, shit-covered ass." Molly placed the plastic bag over her seat and sat down. The thick, brown mess spread itself out around her buttcheeks. She rubbed her ass against the leather seat and settled into her own mess. "And I'm not going to roll the windows down. Just to spite you."
"You're stuck in here too, you know."
"You think I've never smelled my own shit before?"
"You act like it sometimes."
"Fuck you." Molly laughed. "What am I going to tell my mom?"
"That you ate some bad chicken, or something?"
"How did this happen, anyway?"
"Well, did you eat some bad chicken... or something?"
"No. I didn't eat anything weird. I'm not sick." Molly rocked back and forth in her own filth. It spread throughout her crotch.
"I just pointed the ray gun at you, pulled the trigger, and..."
"That's it! That stupid toy!"
"A toy did this?"
"Yes! It did!"
"Nuh uh."
"Here, give it to me, I'll show you." Molly lunged at the ray gun in Chelsea's hand, grabbing it from the short-haired blonde and squeezing the trigger.
"See! Noth-oh!" BRRRPT, Chelsea lifted her bottom off of the seat a little as a huge fart shook through her entire body. "Oh fuck, Molly, what'd we get ourselves intOH GOD." She let out a few more loud farts before the logs of shit fell into her pink cotton panties. "Fuck! I'm shitting my pants! Oh shit!" A huge fart exploded, sending shit flying into her pants. She was unable to keep herself in the air and fell back into her mess. The shit didn't stop coming. "Goddammit, what's wrong with me! Why-- OH FUCK-- is this-" BRRRRPT!
"Chelsea, I think I like your new toy."
"Fuck you, too!"
"I think I'd like that." Molly started to rub her nipples. She undid her seatbelt and leaned over to Chelsea, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Fuck! It's not stopping!" Chelsea continued to fill her pants with hot poop. Molly stroked the side of Chelsea's cheek and kissed her on the lips. "This is so wrong. Two grown women just shit their pants."
"Are you getting off on this?" Chelsea choked out.
"Aren't you?" Molly's breasts were pressed against Chelsea's. Her nipples were hard. She moved her self onto Chelsea's lap, so they sat face to face with one another.
"Well at least--" BRRPT "-- Let me get out of my--" SHLBT "--Chair!" She pulled on the door handle and the two fell out of the car, tumbling onto the ground. Molly was on top of Chelsea, whose hand was rested on Molly's shit filled pants. Molly slipped a hand under Chelsea's shirt and slowly danced her fingers down her midsection. Chelsea squeezed on the ball of shit that had long since spread itself around her ass. "You're an adult, Molly. You've shit your pants. You're disgusting."
"You piece of shit," Molly whispered into Chelsea's ear. The hot moisture of her breath spilled into her ear canal and sent a chill down her spine. "You also pooped your pants." Molly pressed her lips against Chelsea's just as another fart exploded from Chelsea's backside. "Fuck me right now!"
"Oh god, yes!" Chelsea rolled Molly's shit-caked jeans off of her legs. Her panties had expanded well beyond their threshold but were still, somehow, together. She jammed a hand down the front of Molly's shorts and tickled her vulva.
"Yes! There!" Molly licked the side of Chelsea's neck, moving to her nipples and biting down.
"Oh!" Chelsea gasped, letting out a silent fart. She moved herself down to Molly's pussy and began to lick.
"There! Right there! You naughty bitch!" She grabbed on Chelsea's hair and squeezed, climaxing and shitting herself a little more. She pulled Chelsea's head back and went down on her. Chelsea's short pubic hairs brushed against Molly's face.
"Lick my cunt! Do it! Yes!" As Chelsea came, her hands wrapped tightly around her own body. Molly rolled the both of them over and wrapped her arms around Chelsea, squeezing the load in her pants.
"Don't lose that ray gun," she whispered.
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