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**mike666** · November 27, 2013, 03:58 PM

Yes ! I want to see part 2

**thehigh** · November 27, 2013, 05:08 PM

part two

20 minutes later

After flushing while seated (twice) and a couple of false starts when she rose from the seat, thinking she was done, only to have to plop back down on the toilet for another round of volcanic diarrhea, Christina was sure she was finished. Sweaty, disheveled, her ass feeling like it was on fire, she reached toward the TP dispenser�

�And felt her heart turn cold when her fingers came into contact with bare cardboard. She turned to confirm it, nearly screaming when she was greeted by the mocking site of an empty roll staring back at her.

�No.� she said firmly, refusing to accept this cold reality. She twisted around on the toilet, searching high and low from atop her throne, getting increasingly desperate as it became obvious that there was no spare roll to be found. �No. No. No. No.� she repeated to herself, chanting, trying to change reality through sheer force of will.

�WHERE�S THE FUCKIN� TOILET PAPER?!?!?!� she finally demanded loudly, suddenly not caring that she was perched atop a toilet still filled with her own shit.

Kelly appeared in the doorway, tying to stifle her giggles. She and the shoppers had heard every intimate moment of Christina�s epic bowel movement, and she knew it would be a struggle to talk to her with a straight face. �Is there a problem� OH MY GOD!� she gagged, fanning her face. �Eww! Biohazard!�

Christina blushed, but still managed to thunder pompously from atop the toilet: �Never mind that! Where�s the Goddamn toilet paper?!�

How anyone can manage to sound that entitled while they�re sitting on the pot with their pants around their ankles, I�ll never know, Kelly thought to herself. Pinching her nose shut, she addressed her royal highness: �It appears as though we�ve run out,� she said calmly, delighting in watching Christina fume on the potty.

�I can see that, you idiot!� Christina snapped. �Get me some more, chop chop!�

�Of course, ma�am�and how will you be paying for that?�

Christina nearly rose up, ran across the room, and beat Kelly within an inch of her life, but somehow she maintained her cool. �You know I gave you all my money�� She fumed through clenched teeth.

�Well, I hope you�ve got some Kleenex in that fancy Gucci bag of yours,� Kelly said breezily, turning and walking back onto the floor.

Christina sat on the toilet, panties around her ankles, her asshole coated in hot, gooey poop, the stench of her own mess permeating the air. With a roar of frustration, she kicked the wall and pounded the counter-top with her fist.

Once she�d calmed herself, Christina rooted through her bag, finding one measly, crumpled tissue stuffed way down on the bottom. Daintily, being careful not to irritate her sore and burning asshole, she cleaned herself as best as she could before dropping the thoroughly soiled Kleenex into the bowl and rose, gingerly raising her panties over her ass. She knew the tissue had barely put a dent into the mess caked around her anus, and her bottom lip quivered ever so slightly as she pulled her expensive panties into place, knowing she was sure to wind up with a massive skid mark in their silken seat.

Spitefully, she left without flushing, taking some small comfort in her petty revenge. But the warm feeling she got turned to cold humiliation when she emerged from the back to find that every eye in the store was on her. On the off chance they hadn�t heard her apocalyptic dump she�d just taken, they�d almost certainly heard her little toilet paper tantrum. Fixing her gaze on the floor, she walked out as quickly as she could, trying to ignore the stares and giggles as she passed.

She stepped onto the street and peered around cautiously for her school-girl tormentors. Finding the coast clear, she continued toward Steve�s apartment. It was only a little ways, but Christina knew immediately that she was in for a long and uncomfortable walk. She was still all slimy and gooey with poop between her cheeks. Worse, it was starting to cool and harden, becoming uncomfortable and itchy-- She tried to resist, but soon she was discreetly trying to scratch her ass-crack through her skirt. But the material was too thick for her to be able to scratch effectively, and all she would up doing was wedging her panties between her well-sculpted buns, ensuring an even larger skid mark in the seat of her expensive silk panties.

�Darling, where have you been?� Steve asked when he answered the door to let her in. Christina fixed him with a wan smile, but Steve was worried�he�d never seen her looking so out of sorts. Her hair was tangled, her face sweaty, her make-up smeared. She looked like she�d been in a war. �Are you OK? Here sit down,� he said, helping her over to the couch.

�Thank you,� she said kindly, sitting slowly on the overstuffed couch. �It�s been a very trying�� she winced as her rump came into contact with the cushion, ��day,� she finished, not quite keeping the grimace from her voice. Her poor, sensitive little anus was still throbbing, but she could sit still for a while anyway.

Her dirty, itchy butt-crack was another story�she twitched and wriggled her backside on the sofa, trying to relive the infernal itch between her cheeks subtly. When that proved unsuccessful, she took to scratching at it with her hand when Steve wasn�t looking�which wasn�t much help either. These panties are going to be destroyed, she thought bitterly.
Finally, she couldn�t stand it anymore. She almost leapt to her feet and started toward the bathroom. �I�m just going to�freshen up a bit!�

�Oh, OK, but listen; don�t use the toilet, it�s broken; the Super is coming by to fix it while we�re gone.�
She scurried inside, cursing her luck. She couldn�t wipe now, where would she put the used TP? She knew this was at least a half-a-roll kind of mess she had going on back there, she couldn�t risk Steve seeing it. And what about the Super? If he said something, Steve would know!

At least she could survey the damage she�d done to her panties. She tugged down her skirt. Her panties had been wedged up her butt-crack good; she almost had to peel them out. She groaned�forget a skid-mark, it looked like she�d shit herself, emptied her panties into the toilet and put them right back on. The stain was visible from the outside, and on the inside was horrifying. Christina knew when she was licked�she was going to have to cancel the date, head home and regroup.
She exited the bathroom. Steve was waiting on the couch for her. �Ready to go?� he asked, flashing his perfect smile.

�Actually, Steve, I hate to do this to you, but I�wait, what�s that?� There was something outside some familiar noise she couldn�t name but still filled her with some nameless dread.

�What?� he asked.

�You don�t hear that?� she said, straining her ear. Yes, there it was� coming from the street. It almost sounded like�

�Singing?� Christina asked no one in particular, going pale when she realized she knew what it was:

When It's comin' out your bum
like a bullet from a gun
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!

�What?� Steve could hear it now, just a bit. �Where��

�SSHH!� She cut him off sharply.

She bolted to the window and threw it open, the sound greeting her before she saw the four girls on the streets below, singing in front of the building like Christmas carolers:

When you're looking at your shoes
And your butt begins to ooze
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!

�Oh God no!� Christina cried, her bowels already stirring to life inside her.

�Christina? What�s wrong�

�They found me! Oh God!� Her guts cramped, her bowels percolating violently.

�It�s just kids��

�I gotta go!� she cried, making her way toward the door before it got even worse.

�What? But what about--�

�Gottagogottaheadachphonecallyoulaterbye!� she shouted over her shoulder and she ran out and slammed the door behind her.

Clenching her ass tightly, she hobbled toward the elevator nearly screaming when she saw the sign taped to the front.

��Out of order�?! I just used it!�

Her belly gurgled. Frantically, she baby stepped to the stairwell and began her long walk down.

Slowly, one step at a time, she made her way down the five flights toward the ground floor. In her paranoia she was sure, somehow, that she could still hear that singing somewhere in the background:

When you're sleepin in your class
And shit leaks out your ass
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!

Wincing, she farted, all wet and bubbly, echoing loudly in the stairwell. She clenched her ass against her cramping guts and stood stock still, straining to get her bowels under control again before she pressed forward. Perspiration ran down her face, and she felt one fat bead gather at the small of her back and hang there for a moment before trickling down her butt crack like the tip of a cool finger, making her shiver.

When you're seeing polka dots
And you start to get the trots
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!

With a shiver, she pressed on again, her stomach gurgling and grumbling audibly. The singing was distant, but she could still hear it�and it was definitely still affecting her.

She hobbled down to the gowned floor as fast as her tightly clenched buttocks would allow. Periodically she would fart loudly, crinkling her nose at the musty, rotten odors that emerged.

Finally, she reached the lobby. Her stomach burbling and bubbling, she waddled toward the back door, not wanting to run into her school age tormentors. She heard them take up the chant once more:

When you're lookin at a map
And your pants fill up with crap
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!

She gasped, her stomach protesting loudly. Christina felt her belly pooching out, her guts filling with noxious gas, bubbling and boiling angrily. She reached down to rub it gently, like it was an angry animal she was trying to sooth.

She tottered down the back alley on her stilettos. Behind her, the singing had gone quiet. Christina grinned through her desperation. Had they given up? She smiled weakly� she was still desperate, still had another load of explosive diarrhea inside her, but as long as it didn�t get any worse, she wouldn�t have any trouble holding it until she got home. Her biggest concern now was the state of her panties, surely almost as messy now as they would have been if she�d had an accident. 80 bucks down the drain, she thought bitterly, reaching the end of the alley. Now it was just a couple of blocks and she�d be on her way�

When your tummy�s feeling funny
and your pants are hot n� runny
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!

Christina screamed, pivoting so quickly she nearly toppled. She was greeted by Cindy, Ashley, Monica and Chloe, each one grinning like a demon. Instantly, her bowels roared to life angrily, pushing out a meaty fart, making her ass vibrate.

When you think you just passed gas
but it�s wet inside your ass
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!

�Oh God, please stop!� she begged. The little brats were right about one thing�a great deal of �moisture� had gathered in her ass-crack, and she was sure it wasn�t all from not being able to wipe earlier�that last fart had been a little more than just gas! She pressed her hands against her rump and stepped in place in a desperate jig. �What do you want from me!?�
But the girls just smirked, continuing their song:

When you do the poo-poo dance
and there's wetness in your pants
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!

Turning, Christina hobbled toward her car as quickly as her clenched buttocks would carry her. The girls trailed after her, easily keeping up. They were in no hurry�it was inevitable now.

When you�re running down the road
and you can�t control your load
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!

Christina felt the pressure build, this time to seemingly impossible levels. She strained, flexing her asshole with all her might, putting all of her strength into one last heroic effort to keep her panties clean�

It was a wasted endeavor�a gross, slimy, tuba-blast fart emerged totally beyond her control, and she felt her anus overwhelmed. She gave a helpless grunt, her final efforts to regain control pitiably inadequate, as she felt a wave of diarrhea explode out of her ass, instantly filling her panties.

�AAhh!� She cried, her relief far outweighing her embarrassment�for the moment, anyway. Behind her, she could hear the girls singing their song again; she tensed herself against their voices:

When you�re acting like a fool
and your pants fill up with stool
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!

A strong, almost painful crampy-bloat grew in her bowels, followed immediately by a loud fart and another hot, muddy geyser from between her cheeks. Christina could only stand stiffly, her mouth a tight �O� of surprise, as she involuntarily took a huge, wet dump into her panties. She wouldn�t have thought she had much left inside her after the last round� but as further installment slithered from her anus with a sizable fart, overflowing her panties and trailing down the backs of both thighs, she knew she�d miscalculated.

The seat of her panties and pantyhose pressed the load tightly against her ass, and it was only then that it was beginning to burn the delicately plump flesh of her buttocks, searing her skin like toxic waste.

Some folks might think it's funny
but it's really brown and runny
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!

�Oh my God!� She screeched, a powerful, sustained cramp forcing out another wave of sticky brown mush. Christina stood stock still, stepping in place helplessly as she felt her buttocks part in order to accommodate another steaming, messy gush. She farted, a noisy, squishy bubbling, like a large pot of thick stew boiling on the stove. �EEEWWW!� she cried, the mess pushing it way out of her panties and oozing down the backs of her thighs like mud.

By now a sizable crowd had gathered to gawk and snicker at Christina�s misfortune, some laughing outright as she dumped a huge poopy mess into her underwear. Vividly aware of the spectacle she was making of herself, she struggled desperately to regain control. But all of her mighty straining and tightening was quite useless, and Christina could only pathetically moan and mew as she emptied her bowels into her underwear with an almost musical series of farts and squishes.

Listening to Christina fill her pants with the mucky mess that was currently trailing all the way down the backs of her thighs and closing in on her kneecaps, the audience took a collective step back. Almost all of them were laughing, and some were taking pictures. Christina�s cramps had subsided; she was now pushing out nothing but farts (which sounded messier than they really were passing through the already nasty muck packed into her panties.)

She stood in the street, feet apart to keep her balance, mushy, smelly mess trailing down the back of her legs, clearly visible below the hem of her skirt, heaving to catch her breath. The stench of her mess enveloped her thoroughly, arid and rotten in her nostrils. It wafted off of her potently, and Christina was humiliated when she realized everyone in her line of sight was holding their nose or fanning their faces.

Through her haze of humiliation, Christina�s flight or fight response kicked in�shoving her way through the crowd, she took off down the street, waddling toward her car as fast as she could in her heavily loaded panties. But she�d only made it a little ways before:

Now you think you�re feeling better
but your butt is getting wetter
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!

There was an instant pressure, a sickly gurgle, and then a sudden relief. Christina heard herself fart loudly, felt another load of hot of sludge gush flatulently from between her butt-cheeks. She gave a liquidly moan, dipping slightly on one leg and sticking out her rump behind her to help ease the passage of more diarrhea into her ruined panties and pantyhose. Through it all she barely slowed down, sharting out little jets of poopy mush with each pump of her legs.

Finally, she�d made it to her car. She ripped the door open, frowning when she realized that her poopy rump would almost certainly ruin her upholstery. Frantically, she looked for something to cover the seat. She spotted a discarded newspaper in the gutter. Snatching it up, she hurriedly spread the out over the seat. Slowly, carefully, she lowered her butt, totally caked in mushy brown poop, toward the seat. �Ooo!� She couldn�t help squealing a bit when her rounded buttocks first made contact, the mess squishing further down her legs and spurting up between her ass-cheeks. �AH!� she gave a little moan as she settled her full weight, feeling the load slowly compress beneath her.

She slipped the key into the ignition and turned, just as Cindy, Ashley, Monica and Chloe suddenly materialized beside her:

When you're shifting into gear
And something starts to smear
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!

�OOhhh!� Christina cried. She didn�t even try to restrain herself, content to make silly faces as she once again involuntarily defecated into her already super messy underwear, the mess exploding flatulently from between her cheeks. She was helpless to do anything but grunt and squeak as the mess flowed out of her rump and filled her pants, literally lifting her dainty bottom on a cushion of poop. Stiffly, trying to minimize the movement of her rear end, Christina shifted into gear and took off down the street. She grimaced, the slight vibration of the car�s engine squishing the load around even further, until she was sure every nook and cranny had been slathered by it. She went up a ways, flipped a u-turn, and came back, past the girls and the laughing, jeering audience. �I�ll come back you know!� she thundered as she passed. �I�ll come back, and we�ll see who looks smart then! I�ll get you! I�ll get you all!�

But the girls just waved as she passed, grinning as they left her with one final line of their song:

When you�re driving down the road
and you�re butt tries to explode
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!
Diarrhea Cha Cha Cha!

Christine screamed and stomped the gas, the car accelerating off into the distance as she uncontrollably filled her panties with poop one final time.

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