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It's been awhile. The following takes place 19-20 years ago and revolves around an incident that happened during the modeling career of Naruma's mother, Yulana Miller (maiden name Yulana Shimizu). In case you do not recall, Yulana is biracial; her mother was a Russian Jew, and her father was Japanese. She is also 'plus-sized.'
Here is a link to all the stories in this series so far: http://forevermorethanwords.tumblr.c...-mandy-stories
The following story contains the usual panty pooping shenanigans, but surprisingly little to no 'sexy times.' Sorry, I'll make it up to you lot next time. Also, this story takes place in the UK, so beware--British spelling and slang abound. All characters involved in sexual activity are of legal, consensual age.
Naruma and Mandy Side Story #1: Messy Model
By
Sri Narada Jagganath, Esq.
Yulana Shimizu entered the headquarters of Glamour Models, Incorporated and marched up to the office of her boss, Frederick “Freddie” Worthingham; the man had asked her to come and see him as soon as she got in. She raised a hand to knock on the door, and froze. She seriously hated being in her boss’ presense for longer than a few seconds due to Freddie’s perchant for fondling his models. Yulana sighed heavily and knocked; the door opened at her touch. There was already someone else in the office with Freddie; a petite young girl with long, dark reddish brown hair. She was wearing a honey coloured bra and panty set with dark red heels. The girl was in the process of unhooking her bra, and Freddie was leering at her in anticipation of the moment when her breasts sprang free. Yulana quickly rushed into the room and grabbed the girl by the shoulder; she was Katya, a new model that Yulana had taken under her wing mostly because she reminded her of her kid sister. The poor girl turned to look at Yulana; her large, powder blue eyes were full of unshed tears, and her freckle dotted cheeks were bright red.
"Why don’t you give me and Mr. Worthingham a moment, Katya?" Yulana whispered soothingly.
"O-OK!" As Katya hurriedly left the room, she angrily whispered to Yulana in her native Russian: "Be careful in there, Yulana: Captain Octopus is at it again! I swear, the man is all hands!"
To which Yulana, also a Russian speaker, replied: “Don’t worry: I know how to handle that son of a bitch.” She looked at the man contemptuously. “You’re a real piece of work, Freddie. She’s just a kid!”
"That ‘kid’ is old enough for university," Freddie replied, eyeing Yulana as if she were a four course meal and he was ravenously hungry.
"She’s barely out of diapers, you dirty old man!" Yulana sneered.
"She’s a big girl," Freddie said, stabbing out the cigar he’d been smoking. "She’s up for a nude layout in a high end fashion magazine—if she can’t get her kit off in front of me, she’s not going to be able to do it in front of a photographer and a room full of his assistants and a lighting crew."
Yulana sighed. “Come on, Freddie, do you really think that she’s ready for—?”
"Now, let’s have no more of that." Freddie’s face split open and revealed a grotesque grin that would have been right to home on a jack o’ lantern. "Come on in, love! And do shut the door behind you." Yulana had been lingering near the door; the second she stepped inside, Freddie came from behind his desk and gave each of her breasts a quick squeeze.
"For fuck’s sake, Freddie—cut it out!" Yulana shoved the man away from her with such force that he almost fell over.
"Be nice, love!" Freddie chuckled, standing up and straightening his tie. "I swear, your bangers look bigger everytime I see them! What size have
they got up to?”
"I’m a G Cup," Yulana said with a great deal of pride.
"I see…" Freddie reached into his pocket and handed Yulana a lollipop. "Have one: it’s grape. That’s your favourite, isn’t it?"
"Cheers." The pervert totally gets off on seeing me suck on these things, Yulana thought as she slid the lollipop betwixt her plump pink lips.
"Have you put on weight, Yulana?" Freddie asked as he poked her belly.
"Why do you ask?" Yulana slapped his hand away as it wandered downwards.
"Well, you know that Glamour Models prides itself in hiring models of different ethnicities and body types, but…"
"You think I’m fat?" Yulana frowned.
"Oh, no, sweets!" Freddie said, shaking his head vigourously. "You know we’re headed to Paris for Fashion Week in a couple of days, right? Well, I want you to lose a little weight before then."
"How much?" Yulana eyed the pale little man suspiciously.
"Just half a stone, love. That’s it."
"I don’t know about this, Freddie," Yulana pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him.
"Come on, be a sport!" Freddie said as he caressed Yulana’s bottom. "Just work out a little more and lay off the sweets for a few days…you can do it!"
"I’ll thank you to get your hand off my arse." Yulana hissed.
"Touchy one, aren’t you?" Freddie grinned whilst jerking his hand away from her rear end. "Alright, off with you, then. Just remember: you’ll get far in this industry if you’re friendlier with me!"
"Piss off, Freddie." Yulana muttered while she left his office. She was getting more than a little tired of Freddie’s advances and the way he used the models as his own personal harem. The girls who let him have his way got all of the high paying gigs, while those who resisted got less work. She thought about quitting, but she knew no other agency would hire a model of her size. She wondered if Freddie’s sister Poppy knew what their brother was getting up to. She inherited the company from their late father, but let her older brother run it for her until she finished school. Yulana was mulling over whether she should phone Poppy and let her know what was going on when she ran into another model heading for Freddie’s office.
"You couldn’t get out of there fast enough, could you?" The olive skinned woman’s brown curls bounced as she laughed. Her name was Maleska, one of the company’s top models.
"I despise that man; he seriously makes my skin crawl!" Yulana scowled. "I don’t understand how you can stand to touch that bastard."
"It’s just sex." Maleska shrugged. "What, don’t you like men?"
"I love men." Yulana replied. "I just try to keep my work life and my sex life separate."
"Why? I find that it’s much more fun when both lives…mingle." As she spoke, she ran a finger down Yulana’s cheek.
"There are exceptions to every rule, of course." Yulana purred suggestively. "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to hit the gym."
"What? Why?" Maleska asked.
"Freddie wants me to lose a little weight before we go to Fashion Week," Yulana replied.
"Oh. Well, there’s an easier way to drop a few pounds than that!" Maleska reached into her handbag and took out a tiny bottle of blue pills and handed them to Yulana.
"What are these?" She asked.
"They’re for weight loss; I forget what they’re called. They melt away fat and keep the body from absorbing more! I take one of them with every meal: I eat like a fucking pig, but I haven’t gained any weight!" Maleska said with a smile.
"Are they safe?" Yulana asked whilst shaking the bottle.
"Of course—I’ve been taking them since I was sixteen! Just give ‘em a try! Well, I’ve gotta go—I’ve got a meeting with Freddie." Maleska winked and went inside Freddie’s office.
Yulana took a peek inside. She watched with bated breath as Freddie grab Maleska by the hips, lift her onto his desk, and spread her legs wide; she wasn’t wearing knickers. His slacks fell to his ankles, and his already erect cock slid inside of her. As she was being fucked, Maleska looked at Yulana and beckoned for her to enter. Yulana simply shook her head and shut the door. In spite of her hatred for Freddie, what she’d seen had turned her on immensely; she went straight to the bathroom and quickly got herself off.
For the next few days, Yulana took one of the pills that Maleska had given her with every meal. She was pleasantly surprised to find that she’d lost several pounds after the second day of the regimen. She also noticed a curious side effect; she was incredibly gassy. "It’s OK, everyone farts," she would tell herself after she broke wind. There were several times that the gaseous eruptions from her ass left incredibly wet stains in her underpants, but she didn’t really think too much of it. However, she was incredibly embarrassed when she was having sex with her boyfriend Adnan and she couldn’t stop passing gas!
"You’re killing me!" Adnan chuckled. "Christ alive, what did you eat?"
"It’s these damnable weight loss pills I’ve been taking," Yulana sighed as she tried, and failed, to hold in more gas. "I am goin’ right off these fucking things after Fashion Week is over!"
"I should hope so!" Adnan said. He was surprised that his fiancée’s smelly gas didn’t put him off fucking her; he was turned on by it for reasons he couldn’t understand.
There was a second side effect of the pills that Yulana learned about fairly early on: they made her shit like a horse! There were several times that she woke up in the middle of the night and raced for the bathroom in order to keep from shitting herself. Once, when she was out at the market, the need to go was so strong that she ran out of the store, squatted behind her car, and took a shit in the parking lot. After a few more close calls, she decided to spend the rest of the week in her apartment so that she could always be near the toilet when nature called.
Finally, Yulana had enough. On the day before she had to fly to Paris for Fashion Week, she took one last pill with breakfast and flushed the rest down the toilet. “Right! Never taking those fucking things again!” The next day, she and Adnan drove to the airport and boarded a plane bound for France. Although she had a few close calls, she was able to make it to Paris without any accidents. However, the moment she and Adnan reached the building where the fashion show was to be held, her stomach went into a full scale riot! She raced for the bathroom and noisily voided her bowels. “Fuckin’ hell!” She sighed.
"Everything OK in there?" A tiny voice with a heavy Russian accent asked from the other side of the bathroom stall.
Yulana flushed the toilet and opened the stall door. Katya was standing in front of her with a look of concern on her round little face. “Yeah, just got the trots from some diet pills I’ve been taking.”
"The little blue ones? Oh, no! You didn’t get them from Maleska, did you?" Katya asked.
"Yeah. Why?"
"She’s played a trick on you! You can’t walk the runway today!" Katya said.
"If I don’t walk, I don’t get paid," Yulana sniffed. She went over to the mirror over the sink and adjusted her hair.
"Yulana, you don’t understand—!"
Before Katya could explain any further, there was a loud knock at the door. “Come on, girls—time to get your faces put on!” Freddie shouted. When Yulana opened the bathroom door, a massive grin broke out on his face. “You look amazing! Dropped a few pounds, have you?”
"Yeah." Yulana scowled. "I’m glad you approve."
"Yes. Well, let’s get going! You’re due to be onstage in less than twenty minutes!" Freddie put his arms around both women’s waists and guided them out of the bathroom; his hands quickly wandered down to their rear ends.
"For fuck’s sake, Freddie!" Yulana shoved the little man so hard that he almost fell. She then grabbed Katya by the hand and stalked off. "Stay away from that wanker, Kat." She said.
"Yulana, please, I gotta tell you about those pills!" Katya pleaded.
"Later." Yulana replied as they reached the room where the rest of the models were getting their hair, makeup, and nails done. She sat down in a chair opposite Maleska, who was gave her the biggest, phoniest smile she could muster. What’s her deal? She thought. She shrugged and put the woman out of her mind.
Before long, it was time to report to the stage. Yulana’s heart broke into a wild gallop as she heard the announcer say:
"And now. House Martiniqué presents its Fall wardrobe."
Yulana watched with bated breath as the models ahead of her stepped onto the stage and did their walk. This is what she lived for; she could endure a thousand Freddie’s if it meant that she would be able to do this forever. It was finally her turn; she took a deep breath and stepped onto the runway. Her first outfit was a sheer black dress under which her bare breasts and white panties could clearly be seen. She did her walk, stopped and posed, and then turned to walk offstage. It was at that exact moment that a severe wave of cramps erupted in her belly. At first, she feared that her period was starting early, as it was prone to do from time to time, but the sudden rush of a warm, sticky mush in the seat of her panties told the true tale. Holy fuck, I’m shitting myself! She thought. She tried to hold it in, but it would not be denied. In no time at all, her panties were full of shit. For a moment, she froze, but she quickly composed herself and walked offstage.
"What the fuck was that?" Freddie roared as he stomped up to her backstage. "Do you know how much those knickers cost? Our clients pay us to model their clothes, not take a shit in them!"
"I-I’m sorry, Freddie!" Yulana said, trying as hard as she could not to burst into tears. "I don’t know what happened!"
"She’s still shitting. SHE’S STILL SHITTING!" Freddie pinched his nose and turned to one of his assistants. "Take this silly bitch to the bathroom, get her cleaned up, and get her back here in the next two minutes or you’re fired!"
The assistant grabbed Yulana’s wrist and raced with her to the bathroom; she had the next outfit Yulana was to wear draped over her shoulder. Once they were inside, she stripped Yulana naked and wiped her arse with a wad of wet wipes. “Everything OK, sweetheart?” She asked.
"Yeah." Yulana rubbed her eyes as two tears ran down her cheeks.
"Do you need to make another bowel movement?" The woman asked as she washed out the panties Yulana had soiled in the sink.
"I’m good," Yulana sniffed.
"Hey now, accidents happen!" The woman, whose name was Shareena, said softly before giving Yulana a hug. "Now hurry and put this on before we both lose our jobs!"
Yulana’s next outfit was a bright yellow blazer with a wide brimmed hat and flared (“bell-bottomed”) slacks of the same colour with a cremé coloured blouse and dark red platform heels. She thanked her lucky stars that she was able to do her walk without soiling such a lovely ensemble. She had equal luck for her next three outfits, but when it ran out with her final wardrobe change. It was during the portion of the show when all of the models from her agency did one final walk with the designer of the clothing line, Martiniqué Diaz. She was wearing a translucent powder blue ‘baby doll’ dress with white bra and panties, white knee socks, and black patent leather shoes. Her long, dark hair was done up in two ponytails, and she had a pacifier in her mouth that was attached to multi-coloured beads hanging from her neck.
"Oh no," She muttered as she felt her bum involuntarily opening. She knew she couldn’t hold it, so she just did her final walk and turned to leave the stage. Unfortunately, the other models ahead of her didn’t know of her predicament, so they were slowly filing backstage, walking slow and gracefully as they were taught. Yulana bit her bottom lip as a huge turd emerged from her arsehole and quickly stretched out the seat of her knickers. There were a few snickers and gasps from the models behind her; she immediately flushed with shame. I would poo meself whilst dressed like an adult baby, she thought. She looked to her left as the last few models emerged onto the stage; the first was Katya. The poor thing was in tears: one would’ve thought she was the one who’d soiled herself in front of an audience consisting of the fashion world’s glitterati and the press. The final model was Maleska, who was openly amused by Yulana’s predicament.
Suddenly, Yulana remembered Katya’s earlier warnings, and she saw red. She did this to me! She thought. “You fucking bitch!” She growled, launching herself across the stage and tackling Maleska to the ground. The other models scattered, desperate to get out of the way of the brawling women. The security agents for the event jumped onstage and broke up the fight almost immediately, quickly leading the still struggling women backstage.
"Get your hands off my fiancée!" Adnan roared as he ran onstage and raced after Yulana. Despite his short stature and slight frame, he was quite strong; he grabbed the arm of the security guard holding Yulana and tore it away from her.
"What the fuck is going on?" Freddie shrieked, pushing his was through the group of models surrounding Yulana and Maleska; Adnan and the security guards positioned themselves between the two women.
"This fucking cunt attacked me!"Maleska replied with her hand pressed against her nose, out of which a steady trickle of blood was flowing.
"Oh my GOD!" Freddie squealed. "Did you…" He put his head in his hands before he continued. "Please tell me that you haven’t pooed in another pair of knickers. Please tell me that you haven’t ruined another £1,000 pair of knickers."
"Maleska—she gave me some kind of laxative or something!" Yulana explained.
"I gave you DIET PILLS!" Maleska sneered. "They melt away the fat in your body and keep you from absorbing more! But all of that fat has got to go somewhere, don’t it? It all comes out in your poo! I always wear a diaper whenever I take one of those pills—oops, did I forget to tell you about that? So sorry!"
"You fucking—!" Yulana would have liked nothing better than wrapping her hands around Maleka’s throat, but Adnan was standing directly in front of her with his hands on her wrists. She smiled inwardly at the sight. She outweighed Adnan by several stone, and was taller than he; she could easily move him if she chose. Her eyes met his, and she immediately relaxed—Adnan always had a calming influence on her.
"Right—this circus has gone on long enough!" Freddie hissed. "You lot—get to the dressing rooms and get changed; we’re done here." As the girls slowly walked off, he turned on Yulana. "And as for you, you’re done. You’re no longer employed with Glamour Models. Get changed and get the fuck out."
"I guess if I was fucking you like Maleska, I’d still have my job!" Yulana spat!
"Maleska didn’t ruin two pairs of expensive knickers! Maleska didn’t start a fight on the runway in front of the worldwide media and the entire fashion community! You’ve made a laughingstock out of us!" Freddie growled. "The reputation of this company has literally gone down the shitter!"
"But Maleska—!"
"Did Maleska hold you down and force you to take those sodding pills? Eh? No?" Freddie screamed. "Now, if you’re not out of here in ten minutes, I’ll have you chucked out on your fat arse!"
"Oi!" Adnan said. "Don’t talk to my fiancé that way!"
"It’s OK, baby. Since I’m no longer in your employ, there’s always something I’ve wanted to do." Before anyone could stop her, Yulana rushed forward and punched Freddie in the nose. "You’ve had that coming for a long time, you dickless fucker!"
Freddie put both his hands to his nose as blood rushed out of it and stained his white suit. “Security, please escort Ms. Shimizu to the dressing room. When she’s changed, do make sure she leaves the building.”
"So, I’m not invited to the after party, then?" Yulana chuckled as she was lead away.
"That’s assault—you’re all witnesses!" Freddie shouted. "I’ll see you in court!"
Backstage, as she got undressed under the gaze of two burly female security guards, Yulana listened as the other models told her that Maleska had given them the pills as well. She’d explained the side effects to the ones she was friendly with, but not to the ones she didn’t like or considered rivals.
"She gave me one of those fucking things the day before I was to do a photo shoot for Vogue," Katya said. "I got the runs so bad that I couldn’t go; Maleska stepped right in and took my place."
"Fucking twat," Yulana spat.
"She was well jealous of you," another model, Annabeth, said. "She thought you were her chief competition for top model. She obviously wanted to get rid of you."
"Well, she’s got her wish. It’s been a blast girls; I’m off." Yulana then hugged Katya and whispered in her ear "Take care of yourself." She and Adnan left through the rear exit of the building to avoid the throng of paparazzi waiting for them out in front. She and Adnan spent the night in a hotel and made plans to fly back to the UK in the morning.
The next day, Yulana’s escapade on the runway was all over the news. The story had also made the front page of several newspapers; each had an close-up image of Yulana’s ample bottom wearing the panties she’d pooped in. Under one was the bold headline ‘MERDE!’ Another paper, this one from the UK, had an additional photo of Yulana fighting Maleska under the title ‘RUMBLE ON THE RUNWAY!’
"Holy hell—I’ll never be able to get work in the industry again!" Yulana sighed as she and Adnan boarded their plane a few hours later.
"No worries, love!" Adnan replied. "Notoriety and fame are pretty much the same thing! Believe me: the moment we get home, offers are going to come pouring in."
Adnan was right: as soon as the couple returned to the UK, Yulana was flooded with offers for interviews and endorsements. Everyone wanted a piece of the woman the media had dubbed “The Messy Model.” The most surprising offer came from Poppy Worthingham herself; she turned up in person at the flat Yulana shared with Adnan and asked her to return to the agency. She was a slight little thing, and she looked far younger than she was.
"Freddie’s gone," the diminutive blonde explained. "I fired him and several of the models have filed sexual harassment charges against him. I sacked that horrid cow Maleska as well! On behalf of Glamour Models and the entire Worthingham family, I apologize for the hostile working conditions that you’ve had to endure these last few months. If you will return to work for me, I am prepared to offer you ample compensation for your pain and suffering as well as a substantial pay raise. What do you say?"
"She accepts!" Adnan said with a smile.
Yulana elbowed her fiancé in the ribs. “What he said.” She grinned.
"You won’t regret this—I’m going to make you an international sensation!" Poppy said.
Poppy was as good as her word; after a whirlwind media blitz and modeling gigs across the globe, Yulana became a worldwide superstar. And to think: none of this would have happened if Maleska hadn’t given me those pills! Yulana thought as she walked a runway in the States a few weeks later. I’ll have to send her a thank you letter one of these days…
The End
Naruma and Mandy Side Story #2 coming soon
Here is a link to all the stories in this series so far: http://forevermorethanwords.tumblr.c...-mandy-stories
The following story contains the usual panty pooping shenanigans, but surprisingly little to no 'sexy times.' Sorry, I'll make it up to you lot next time. Also, this story takes place in the UK, so beware--British spelling and slang abound. All characters involved in sexual activity are of legal, consensual age.
Naruma and Mandy Side Story #1: Messy Model
By
Sri Narada Jagganath, Esq.
Yulana Shimizu entered the headquarters of Glamour Models, Incorporated and marched up to the office of her boss, Frederick “Freddie” Worthingham; the man had asked her to come and see him as soon as she got in. She raised a hand to knock on the door, and froze. She seriously hated being in her boss’ presense for longer than a few seconds due to Freddie’s perchant for fondling his models. Yulana sighed heavily and knocked; the door opened at her touch. There was already someone else in the office with Freddie; a petite young girl with long, dark reddish brown hair. She was wearing a honey coloured bra and panty set with dark red heels. The girl was in the process of unhooking her bra, and Freddie was leering at her in anticipation of the moment when her breasts sprang free. Yulana quickly rushed into the room and grabbed the girl by the shoulder; she was Katya, a new model that Yulana had taken under her wing mostly because she reminded her of her kid sister. The poor girl turned to look at Yulana; her large, powder blue eyes were full of unshed tears, and her freckle dotted cheeks were bright red.
"Why don’t you give me and Mr. Worthingham a moment, Katya?" Yulana whispered soothingly.
"O-OK!" As Katya hurriedly left the room, she angrily whispered to Yulana in her native Russian: "Be careful in there, Yulana: Captain Octopus is at it again! I swear, the man is all hands!"
To which Yulana, also a Russian speaker, replied: “Don’t worry: I know how to handle that son of a bitch.” She looked at the man contemptuously. “You’re a real piece of work, Freddie. She’s just a kid!”
"That ‘kid’ is old enough for university," Freddie replied, eyeing Yulana as if she were a four course meal and he was ravenously hungry.
"She’s barely out of diapers, you dirty old man!" Yulana sneered.
"She’s a big girl," Freddie said, stabbing out the cigar he’d been smoking. "She’s up for a nude layout in a high end fashion magazine—if she can’t get her kit off in front of me, she’s not going to be able to do it in front of a photographer and a room full of his assistants and a lighting crew."
Yulana sighed. “Come on, Freddie, do you really think that she’s ready for—?”
"Now, let’s have no more of that." Freddie’s face split open and revealed a grotesque grin that would have been right to home on a jack o’ lantern. "Come on in, love! And do shut the door behind you." Yulana had been lingering near the door; the second she stepped inside, Freddie came from behind his desk and gave each of her breasts a quick squeeze.
"For fuck’s sake, Freddie—cut it out!" Yulana shoved the man away from her with such force that he almost fell over.
"Be nice, love!" Freddie chuckled, standing up and straightening his tie. "I swear, your bangers look bigger everytime I see them! What size have
they got up to?”
"I’m a G Cup," Yulana said with a great deal of pride.
"I see…" Freddie reached into his pocket and handed Yulana a lollipop. "Have one: it’s grape. That’s your favourite, isn’t it?"
"Cheers." The pervert totally gets off on seeing me suck on these things, Yulana thought as she slid the lollipop betwixt her plump pink lips.
"Have you put on weight, Yulana?" Freddie asked as he poked her belly.
"Why do you ask?" Yulana slapped his hand away as it wandered downwards.
"Well, you know that Glamour Models prides itself in hiring models of different ethnicities and body types, but…"
"You think I’m fat?" Yulana frowned.
"Oh, no, sweets!" Freddie said, shaking his head vigourously. "You know we’re headed to Paris for Fashion Week in a couple of days, right? Well, I want you to lose a little weight before then."
"How much?" Yulana eyed the pale little man suspiciously.
"Just half a stone, love. That’s it."
"I don’t know about this, Freddie," Yulana pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him.
"Come on, be a sport!" Freddie said as he caressed Yulana’s bottom. "Just work out a little more and lay off the sweets for a few days…you can do it!"
"I’ll thank you to get your hand off my arse." Yulana hissed.
"Touchy one, aren’t you?" Freddie grinned whilst jerking his hand away from her rear end. "Alright, off with you, then. Just remember: you’ll get far in this industry if you’re friendlier with me!"
"Piss off, Freddie." Yulana muttered while she left his office. She was getting more than a little tired of Freddie’s advances and the way he used the models as his own personal harem. The girls who let him have his way got all of the high paying gigs, while those who resisted got less work. She thought about quitting, but she knew no other agency would hire a model of her size. She wondered if Freddie’s sister Poppy knew what their brother was getting up to. She inherited the company from their late father, but let her older brother run it for her until she finished school. Yulana was mulling over whether she should phone Poppy and let her know what was going on when she ran into another model heading for Freddie’s office.
"You couldn’t get out of there fast enough, could you?" The olive skinned woman’s brown curls bounced as she laughed. Her name was Maleska, one of the company’s top models.
"I despise that man; he seriously makes my skin crawl!" Yulana scowled. "I don’t understand how you can stand to touch that bastard."
"It’s just sex." Maleska shrugged. "What, don’t you like men?"
"I love men." Yulana replied. "I just try to keep my work life and my sex life separate."
"Why? I find that it’s much more fun when both lives…mingle." As she spoke, she ran a finger down Yulana’s cheek.
"There are exceptions to every rule, of course." Yulana purred suggestively. "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to hit the gym."
"What? Why?" Maleska asked.
"Freddie wants me to lose a little weight before we go to Fashion Week," Yulana replied.
"Oh. Well, there’s an easier way to drop a few pounds than that!" Maleska reached into her handbag and took out a tiny bottle of blue pills and handed them to Yulana.
"What are these?" She asked.
"They’re for weight loss; I forget what they’re called. They melt away fat and keep the body from absorbing more! I take one of them with every meal: I eat like a fucking pig, but I haven’t gained any weight!" Maleska said with a smile.
"Are they safe?" Yulana asked whilst shaking the bottle.
"Of course—I’ve been taking them since I was sixteen! Just give ‘em a try! Well, I’ve gotta go—I’ve got a meeting with Freddie." Maleska winked and went inside Freddie’s office.
Yulana took a peek inside. She watched with bated breath as Freddie grab Maleska by the hips, lift her onto his desk, and spread her legs wide; she wasn’t wearing knickers. His slacks fell to his ankles, and his already erect cock slid inside of her. As she was being fucked, Maleska looked at Yulana and beckoned for her to enter. Yulana simply shook her head and shut the door. In spite of her hatred for Freddie, what she’d seen had turned her on immensely; she went straight to the bathroom and quickly got herself off.
For the next few days, Yulana took one of the pills that Maleska had given her with every meal. She was pleasantly surprised to find that she’d lost several pounds after the second day of the regimen. She also noticed a curious side effect; she was incredibly gassy. "It’s OK, everyone farts," she would tell herself after she broke wind. There were several times that the gaseous eruptions from her ass left incredibly wet stains in her underpants, but she didn’t really think too much of it. However, she was incredibly embarrassed when she was having sex with her boyfriend Adnan and she couldn’t stop passing gas!
"You’re killing me!" Adnan chuckled. "Christ alive, what did you eat?"
"It’s these damnable weight loss pills I’ve been taking," Yulana sighed as she tried, and failed, to hold in more gas. "I am goin’ right off these fucking things after Fashion Week is over!"
"I should hope so!" Adnan said. He was surprised that his fiancée’s smelly gas didn’t put him off fucking her; he was turned on by it for reasons he couldn’t understand.
There was a second side effect of the pills that Yulana learned about fairly early on: they made her shit like a horse! There were several times that she woke up in the middle of the night and raced for the bathroom in order to keep from shitting herself. Once, when she was out at the market, the need to go was so strong that she ran out of the store, squatted behind her car, and took a shit in the parking lot. After a few more close calls, she decided to spend the rest of the week in her apartment so that she could always be near the toilet when nature called.
Finally, Yulana had enough. On the day before she had to fly to Paris for Fashion Week, she took one last pill with breakfast and flushed the rest down the toilet. “Right! Never taking those fucking things again!” The next day, she and Adnan drove to the airport and boarded a plane bound for France. Although she had a few close calls, she was able to make it to Paris without any accidents. However, the moment she and Adnan reached the building where the fashion show was to be held, her stomach went into a full scale riot! She raced for the bathroom and noisily voided her bowels. “Fuckin’ hell!” She sighed.
"Everything OK in there?" A tiny voice with a heavy Russian accent asked from the other side of the bathroom stall.
Yulana flushed the toilet and opened the stall door. Katya was standing in front of her with a look of concern on her round little face. “Yeah, just got the trots from some diet pills I’ve been taking.”
"The little blue ones? Oh, no! You didn’t get them from Maleska, did you?" Katya asked.
"Yeah. Why?"
"She’s played a trick on you! You can’t walk the runway today!" Katya said.
"If I don’t walk, I don’t get paid," Yulana sniffed. She went over to the mirror over the sink and adjusted her hair.
"Yulana, you don’t understand—!"
Before Katya could explain any further, there was a loud knock at the door. “Come on, girls—time to get your faces put on!” Freddie shouted. When Yulana opened the bathroom door, a massive grin broke out on his face. “You look amazing! Dropped a few pounds, have you?”
"Yeah." Yulana scowled. "I’m glad you approve."
"Yes. Well, let’s get going! You’re due to be onstage in less than twenty minutes!" Freddie put his arms around both women’s waists and guided them out of the bathroom; his hands quickly wandered down to their rear ends.
"For fuck’s sake, Freddie!" Yulana shoved the little man so hard that he almost fell. She then grabbed Katya by the hand and stalked off. "Stay away from that wanker, Kat." She said.
"Yulana, please, I gotta tell you about those pills!" Katya pleaded.
"Later." Yulana replied as they reached the room where the rest of the models were getting their hair, makeup, and nails done. She sat down in a chair opposite Maleska, who was gave her the biggest, phoniest smile she could muster. What’s her deal? She thought. She shrugged and put the woman out of her mind.
Before long, it was time to report to the stage. Yulana’s heart broke into a wild gallop as she heard the announcer say:
"And now. House Martiniqué presents its Fall wardrobe."
Yulana watched with bated breath as the models ahead of her stepped onto the stage and did their walk. This is what she lived for; she could endure a thousand Freddie’s if it meant that she would be able to do this forever. It was finally her turn; she took a deep breath and stepped onto the runway. Her first outfit was a sheer black dress under which her bare breasts and white panties could clearly be seen. She did her walk, stopped and posed, and then turned to walk offstage. It was at that exact moment that a severe wave of cramps erupted in her belly. At first, she feared that her period was starting early, as it was prone to do from time to time, but the sudden rush of a warm, sticky mush in the seat of her panties told the true tale. Holy fuck, I’m shitting myself! She thought. She tried to hold it in, but it would not be denied. In no time at all, her panties were full of shit. For a moment, she froze, but she quickly composed herself and walked offstage.
"What the fuck was that?" Freddie roared as he stomped up to her backstage. "Do you know how much those knickers cost? Our clients pay us to model their clothes, not take a shit in them!"
"I-I’m sorry, Freddie!" Yulana said, trying as hard as she could not to burst into tears. "I don’t know what happened!"
"She’s still shitting. SHE’S STILL SHITTING!" Freddie pinched his nose and turned to one of his assistants. "Take this silly bitch to the bathroom, get her cleaned up, and get her back here in the next two minutes or you’re fired!"
The assistant grabbed Yulana’s wrist and raced with her to the bathroom; she had the next outfit Yulana was to wear draped over her shoulder. Once they were inside, she stripped Yulana naked and wiped her arse with a wad of wet wipes. “Everything OK, sweetheart?” She asked.
"Yeah." Yulana rubbed her eyes as two tears ran down her cheeks.
"Do you need to make another bowel movement?" The woman asked as she washed out the panties Yulana had soiled in the sink.
"I’m good," Yulana sniffed.
"Hey now, accidents happen!" The woman, whose name was Shareena, said softly before giving Yulana a hug. "Now hurry and put this on before we both lose our jobs!"
Yulana’s next outfit was a bright yellow blazer with a wide brimmed hat and flared (“bell-bottomed”) slacks of the same colour with a cremé coloured blouse and dark red platform heels. She thanked her lucky stars that she was able to do her walk without soiling such a lovely ensemble. She had equal luck for her next three outfits, but when it ran out with her final wardrobe change. It was during the portion of the show when all of the models from her agency did one final walk with the designer of the clothing line, Martiniqué Diaz. She was wearing a translucent powder blue ‘baby doll’ dress with white bra and panties, white knee socks, and black patent leather shoes. Her long, dark hair was done up in two ponytails, and she had a pacifier in her mouth that was attached to multi-coloured beads hanging from her neck.
"Oh no," She muttered as she felt her bum involuntarily opening. She knew she couldn’t hold it, so she just did her final walk and turned to leave the stage. Unfortunately, the other models ahead of her didn’t know of her predicament, so they were slowly filing backstage, walking slow and gracefully as they were taught. Yulana bit her bottom lip as a huge turd emerged from her arsehole and quickly stretched out the seat of her knickers. There were a few snickers and gasps from the models behind her; she immediately flushed with shame. I would poo meself whilst dressed like an adult baby, she thought. She looked to her left as the last few models emerged onto the stage; the first was Katya. The poor thing was in tears: one would’ve thought she was the one who’d soiled herself in front of an audience consisting of the fashion world’s glitterati and the press. The final model was Maleska, who was openly amused by Yulana’s predicament.
Suddenly, Yulana remembered Katya’s earlier warnings, and she saw red. She did this to me! She thought. “You fucking bitch!” She growled, launching herself across the stage and tackling Maleska to the ground. The other models scattered, desperate to get out of the way of the brawling women. The security agents for the event jumped onstage and broke up the fight almost immediately, quickly leading the still struggling women backstage.
"Get your hands off my fiancée!" Adnan roared as he ran onstage and raced after Yulana. Despite his short stature and slight frame, he was quite strong; he grabbed the arm of the security guard holding Yulana and tore it away from her.
"What the fuck is going on?" Freddie shrieked, pushing his was through the group of models surrounding Yulana and Maleska; Adnan and the security guards positioned themselves between the two women.
"This fucking cunt attacked me!"Maleska replied with her hand pressed against her nose, out of which a steady trickle of blood was flowing.
"Oh my GOD!" Freddie squealed. "Did you…" He put his head in his hands before he continued. "Please tell me that you haven’t pooed in another pair of knickers. Please tell me that you haven’t ruined another £1,000 pair of knickers."
"Maleska—she gave me some kind of laxative or something!" Yulana explained.
"I gave you DIET PILLS!" Maleska sneered. "They melt away the fat in your body and keep you from absorbing more! But all of that fat has got to go somewhere, don’t it? It all comes out in your poo! I always wear a diaper whenever I take one of those pills—oops, did I forget to tell you about that? So sorry!"
"You fucking—!" Yulana would have liked nothing better than wrapping her hands around Maleka’s throat, but Adnan was standing directly in front of her with his hands on her wrists. She smiled inwardly at the sight. She outweighed Adnan by several stone, and was taller than he; she could easily move him if she chose. Her eyes met his, and she immediately relaxed—Adnan always had a calming influence on her.
"Right—this circus has gone on long enough!" Freddie hissed. "You lot—get to the dressing rooms and get changed; we’re done here." As the girls slowly walked off, he turned on Yulana. "And as for you, you’re done. You’re no longer employed with Glamour Models. Get changed and get the fuck out."
"I guess if I was fucking you like Maleska, I’d still have my job!" Yulana spat!
"Maleska didn’t ruin two pairs of expensive knickers! Maleska didn’t start a fight on the runway in front of the worldwide media and the entire fashion community! You’ve made a laughingstock out of us!" Freddie growled. "The reputation of this company has literally gone down the shitter!"
"But Maleska—!"
"Did Maleska hold you down and force you to take those sodding pills? Eh? No?" Freddie screamed. "Now, if you’re not out of here in ten minutes, I’ll have you chucked out on your fat arse!"
"Oi!" Adnan said. "Don’t talk to my fiancé that way!"
"It’s OK, baby. Since I’m no longer in your employ, there’s always something I’ve wanted to do." Before anyone could stop her, Yulana rushed forward and punched Freddie in the nose. "You’ve had that coming for a long time, you dickless fucker!"
Freddie put both his hands to his nose as blood rushed out of it and stained his white suit. “Security, please escort Ms. Shimizu to the dressing room. When she’s changed, do make sure she leaves the building.”
"So, I’m not invited to the after party, then?" Yulana chuckled as she was lead away.
"That’s assault—you’re all witnesses!" Freddie shouted. "I’ll see you in court!"
Backstage, as she got undressed under the gaze of two burly female security guards, Yulana listened as the other models told her that Maleska had given them the pills as well. She’d explained the side effects to the ones she was friendly with, but not to the ones she didn’t like or considered rivals.
"She gave me one of those fucking things the day before I was to do a photo shoot for Vogue," Katya said. "I got the runs so bad that I couldn’t go; Maleska stepped right in and took my place."
"Fucking twat," Yulana spat.
"She was well jealous of you," another model, Annabeth, said. "She thought you were her chief competition for top model. She obviously wanted to get rid of you."
"Well, she’s got her wish. It’s been a blast girls; I’m off." Yulana then hugged Katya and whispered in her ear "Take care of yourself." She and Adnan left through the rear exit of the building to avoid the throng of paparazzi waiting for them out in front. She and Adnan spent the night in a hotel and made plans to fly back to the UK in the morning.
The next day, Yulana’s escapade on the runway was all over the news. The story had also made the front page of several newspapers; each had an close-up image of Yulana’s ample bottom wearing the panties she’d pooped in. Under one was the bold headline ‘MERDE!’ Another paper, this one from the UK, had an additional photo of Yulana fighting Maleska under the title ‘RUMBLE ON THE RUNWAY!’
"Holy hell—I’ll never be able to get work in the industry again!" Yulana sighed as she and Adnan boarded their plane a few hours later.
"No worries, love!" Adnan replied. "Notoriety and fame are pretty much the same thing! Believe me: the moment we get home, offers are going to come pouring in."
Adnan was right: as soon as the couple returned to the UK, Yulana was flooded with offers for interviews and endorsements. Everyone wanted a piece of the woman the media had dubbed “The Messy Model.” The most surprising offer came from Poppy Worthingham herself; she turned up in person at the flat Yulana shared with Adnan and asked her to return to the agency. She was a slight little thing, and she looked far younger than she was.
"Freddie’s gone," the diminutive blonde explained. "I fired him and several of the models have filed sexual harassment charges against him. I sacked that horrid cow Maleska as well! On behalf of Glamour Models and the entire Worthingham family, I apologize for the hostile working conditions that you’ve had to endure these last few months. If you will return to work for me, I am prepared to offer you ample compensation for your pain and suffering as well as a substantial pay raise. What do you say?"
"She accepts!" Adnan said with a smile.
Yulana elbowed her fiancé in the ribs. “What he said.” She grinned.
"You won’t regret this—I’m going to make you an international sensation!" Poppy said.
Poppy was as good as her word; after a whirlwind media blitz and modeling gigs across the globe, Yulana became a worldwide superstar. And to think: none of this would have happened if Maleska hadn’t given me those pills! Yulana thought as she walked a runway in the States a few weeks later. I’ll have to send her a thank you letter one of these days…
The End
Naruma and Mandy Side Story #2 coming soon
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