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An old story of mine - Jackie's Jazzercize Poop
My first attempt at writing fiction from the fall of 2006.
The character depicted here is purely FICTIONAL and any resemblance to
real people is purely coincidental.
******************************
TITLE: Jackie's Jazzercise Poop *by Vesta the Transvestite* Copyright 2006
Summary: Adult woman discovers the sexual thrill of purposeful clothes
pooping. NOTE: This is a new version of a story I posted on Wetset's
Panty-Pooper's BBS several years ago.
Keywords: F, _solo, scat, panty pooping
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Jackie is a dance instructor who conducts the aerobics class at the
Health America club as well as ballet and theater dance classes at the
local performing arts center. Being both a professional dancer as well
as a part-time fitness chick, Jackie's body is in excellent shape
although she is not quite as buff and sculpted as she was in her younger
years. Still, for a woman pushing 40, Jackie puts many women half her
age to shame, and she knows it. She loves to show off her 5'8", 140
pound muscular frame by wearing skin-tight lycra dresses, lycra dance
and gym clothes, tight jeans, etc.
In spite of Jackie's stunning looks and down-to-earth personality, she
has a history of bad luck with men and hasn't had a shag since she broke
up with her last boyfriend well more than three years ago. Since then,
she has dated a handful of women she met online, but didn't get very far
with any of them.
With her bad batting average with both sexes, Jackie doesn't care at the
moment if she ever gets laid by another person ever again, because she
has become completely auto-erotic, and has come to appreciate her body
as her own sexual object. Often, she will pose in front of her mirror,
sometimes naked, but more often in lingerie with garters or her skin
tight dance clothes, masturbating while admiring the contours of her
body. The ratio between her waist and hips, while not perfect, is well
within the range of being attractive. And her firm, C cup breasts sport
checker-sized nipples that are often-times visible through her clothes,
especially if she is sexually aroused.
Jackie has found herself becoming distracted by a little incident from a
few months ago that she can't get off her mind. So much so that it
disrupts her train of thought while she conducts her dance and exercise
classes. Jackie was driving home from a trip to Santa Fe when she was
caught in a traffic jam half-way up I-25. She sat on the interstate a
bit too long and wound up doing a sizable bowel movement in her
jean-shorts, which she rode with the whole way to her home north of
Trinidad, Colorado. And she never had a teeth-grinding orgasm that
curled her toes before, much less an orgasm while sitting behind the
wheel of her Beamer. "My boyfriends *NEVER* got me off like that,"
Jackie thought to herself.
Figuring that since she can't get the idea of shitting herself out of
her mind, it's time she explores the subject of her masturbation
fantasies from the past few months. "Today is the day I'm going to do
this for real," Jackie mumbled to herself as she got ready for her
afternoon aerobics class. "Since I get sweated up at class and have to
shower and change when I get home, might as well do it in my class
clothes."
"So what do I wear?" Jackie ponders for a moment, thinking about the
stories she read and the advice she received on the web. First she goes
for a pair of red spandex bike trunks with red bikini panties
underneath, along with a matching sports bra and t-shirt, but changes
her mind and decides on her usual style of dance outfit - a leotard worn
over a pair of tights, no panties underneath. She goes to her closet.
"This will wash out," she mumbles under her breath as she pulls out a
favorite of hers; a navy blue spandex leotard with a pair of baby blue
opaque footed nylon dance tights. Her matching navy blue Nikes, waist
alignment belt which is the same color as her tights, and navy blue hair
scrunchie completes the outfit.
Jackie admires her naked body in her bedroom mirror in an
auto-voyeuristic manor while she gets dressed, caressing her nipples in
the process. She pulls on her baby blue tights onto her well toned legs,
then her navy blue leotard up over the tights and on to her six-pack
body, and admires her curves some more. "I've worked hard for this,"
Jackie thinks to her self while she admires her now spandex clad body.
She ties her long brown hair into a pony tail with the hair scrunche. On
go a pair of sweatpants for the drive and her Nike sneakers, her long
coat, and she's out the door.
Five hours pass and Jackie's classes went real well, except for one
thing. She hasn't pooped in two days and was feeling a bit bloated all
day. While not immediately desperate, she was feeling quite ripe for a
bowel movement by the time her aerobics classes are finished. She leaves
the health club, gets into her car. "I'm not going here since where one
has poop one also has pee, and I don't want pee to soak through my coat
much less into the car seat," Jackie whispers to herself. "Gotta do this
at home...."
By the time she gets home, the bloated feeling has subsided a bit. She
takes off her coat, then pulls her sweatpants off over her sneakers,
leaving her dressed exactly the same way she was for class; her navy
blue spandex leotard, baby blue tights, Nike sneakers, and waist
alignment belt.
She heads to the bathroom, drops her leotard and tights and has a good
pee into the toilet prior to making herself dinner. She eats a favorite
of hers; chicken breast on a bed of raw spinach greens and sliced
tomato. She has always consumed lots of greens because it makes keeping
her figure in check easy, not to forget the fact it keeps her regular as
well.
After dinner, the ripeness in Jackie's rectum returns. A thought crosses
her mind, "Now is the moment of truth!" Realizing that she's about to
burst, she heads off to the bathroom.
On the way to the bathroom, she stops for a moment to admire her body
again in the full-height stand-up mirror in the hallway. Her navy blue
spandex leotard is jazz cut, with leg openings that rise on the sides
almost to the top of her hips, making an almost perfect "V" shape in
front that extends from just below her hips, over her clit, and under
her crotch, with a scoop neckline and short sleeves. Extending from
underneath the leotard are her baby blue lycra tights that encase her
legs the whole way to her toes. Jackie likes leotard outfits like this
because of the way they flatter her legs, hips, and cleavage, which is a
complete turn on for her.
With her Nike sneakers and waist belt still on, Jackie walks into the
bathroom and closes the door behind her. Even though she lives alone,
she still wants the feeling of privacy, especially on this occasion.
Her system is overloaded with hormones, and she is quivering from her
being intensely aroused. Jackie's breathing has become heavy and deep,
and she started to feel a little faint. "Oh my I'm hyperventilating.
I've never done this while having sex....."
Following the advice she received from a few people on the web, she
momentarily pulls down her leotard and tights, sits on the toilet and
completely empties her bladder of every last drop of pee that she can
squeeze out without loosing her BM in the toilet. When finished, she
stands and quickly pulls her tights back up, then her leotard up over
them while her colon calls on her, telling her that it is time.
"I'm a grown woman!" Jackie thinks to herself. "Little children go to
the bathroom in their clothes, not a grown woman, and I'm a grown
woman!" She hesitates for a moment, thinking to herself, "This is
insane...." She walks out of the bathroom for an instant to try and talk
herself out of shitting in her clothes, but she gets hit with an
adrenaline rush which jacks up her arousal even more. So she grabs the
stand-up mirror out of the hallway and returns to the bathroom with it.
By this time Jackie's nipples are as hard as rock-candy; their shape
plainly visible through the leotard's navy blue fabric, while her clit
throbs from under the spot where her tights disappear through and under
her leotard's leg openings.
She admires herself some more in the mirror, thinking "These are the
clothes that earlier today, 40 some odd people saw me in. People watched
my every move in these clothes, now I'm about to do something in them
none of them could imagine..... Oh my Gawd! I don't believe I'm going to
do this! I'm about to shit in my dance clothes, and not by accident
either. I'm a grown woman and I want to do this OH MY GAWD!"
Jackie hesitates one last time, takes her waist belt off but keeps her
Nike sneakers on. She turns around and faces the sink, placing her hands
on the sink and leaning into it while spreading her legs and placing her
feet at a comfortable distance from each other. By this time her rectum
was screaming at her and she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer
even if she wanted to.
So she relaxed and at first... ...nothing. Then a little bit of gas
passed, and she could feel her poop pushing against her anus, but the
tightness of her dance clothes pushed her ass cheeks together,
preventing her solid brown mass from moving on it's own. She starts
grinding her teeth from being so totally aroused; squeezes her ab
muscles, pushing full throttle on her bowels. "Oh my gawd I don't
believe I'm actually doing this!" Jackie stuttered to herself, grinding
her teeth some more as she felt the first bit of poop start to slide out
between her ass cheeks. It made that crackling sound that every panty
pooper knows all to well as it slides out of her anus.
Jackie had the stand-up mirror oriented so she could see her back by
looking in the mirror above the sink. Her eyes immediately focused on
the seat of her leotard, right above the point where it wraps underneath
and between her legs. She pays close attention to the sensations of her
poop working it's way down between her ass cheeks, and....
Another hormone shot rivets Jackie's body as she feels something pushing
back against her bowel movement. She knows her thick and firm yet
greasy hot shit just connected with the seat of her baby blue tights
underneath her navy blue leotard. Jackie looks back into the mirror and
sees her poop making a "tent" in the seat of her navy blue leotard,
right above the last visible point before it wraps underneath her. She
reaches around with her left hand to feel it's shape; squeezes it and
her fingers all of a sudden feel sticky. She pulls her hand away and
sees a pasty brown spot on the exterior of her leotard's navy blue
spandex fabric right at the point where the poop made first contact.
"Oh gawd damn *THIS IS SEXY!*" Jackie spoke out loud to herself. "If my
students would know what I'm doing.... OH MY GAWD! In my class clothes
at that!" She places her fingers back on the greasy bulging brown spot
and flexes her sphincter muscles some more, pushing some more of her hot
brown mass into the seat of her tights.
She pauses for a moment to catch her breath and realizes that she is
starting to orgasm when she is hit by an involuntary spasm in her gut
that really gets things moving. Knowing that she just lost control,
Jackie focuses her eyes in the mirror again, watching the seat of her
leotard expand straight down the middle while clenching her teeth from
arousal. The solid poop is all out, being replaced by softer, more
malleable, yet still firm poop that follows the contours of the crack
between her cheeks.
"It ain't over yet," Jackie stutters to herself as she's hit with
another involuntary cramp. Another wave of the soft yet firm poop makes
it's way from her rectum, depositing its self in between her cheeks and
pushing what was already there downward and between her legs.
The crotch of Jackie's leotard and tights were already quite moist from
her pussy juice drooling down into the fabric, but Jackie had a bit of a
surprise when she reached down to massage her clit and pussy. A thick
column of her poop had migrated the whole way to her pussy and lodged
it's self against her clitoral hood which made Jackie light up like a
fireworks display. "Oh Fuck! *This is intense!*" she stutters to her self.
She reorients the stand up mirror so she can view herself while on the
toilet. As she does that, a blast of gas passes her cheeks followed by a
small spurt of runny poop, and Jackie knew she had everything expelled.
Jackie sits on the toilet and starts rubbing her clit and pussy through
her navy blue leotard and baby blue tights and the layer of poop that is
residing between her genitals and the inside of her tights. It doesn't
take long at all until Jackie's rubbing works the greasy poop brown
through the two layers of fabric above Jackie's clit and pussy until the
tips of her fingers are covered with a greasy brown film as well.
By this time Jackie is panting with her heart racing, watching herself
in the mirror as she masturbates through her shitty dance outfit. "*Oh
Fuck!*" she screams at the top of her lungs while she climaxes. *"OH
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK this feels good OH SHIT THIS TURNS ME ON!!!*"
shrieking so loudly that if the neighbors would be home, they would call
the cops. She works herself some more, totally enjoying what she is
seeing in the mirror. She clenches her teeth and her toes curl up inside
her sneakers as she hits her final climax. Jackie screams "*FUCK!!!*"
one last time.
About five or so minutes pass and Jackie stands up from the toilet and
admires her backside in the mirror; the bulge and the greasy brown
streak that goes down the center of her leotard's seat. She has come
down from her orgasm and feels seriously relaxed in a way she hasn't
felt for years. She sits back down on the toilet and sleeps for two
hours before cleaning herself and her clothes up in the shower.
Jackie has become her own best girlfriend. She discovered just how good
it feels to poop in one's clothes, and she knows she will be doing this
again and often.......
------------------------------------------------------------------------
COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER:
This story is copyright 2006 by Vesta the Transvestite -
This story may be saved or printed for personal, non-commercial,
entertainment or educational use only, and may be reposted in an
unaltered form to usenet. All other rights reserved, including
reposting to other websites, both commercial and non-commercial,
as well as other electronic distribution. Resale in any
form is prohibited. This copyright notice must be included with any
copies of this story.
The character depicted here is purely FICTIONAL and any resemblance to
real people is purely coincidental.
******************************
TITLE: Jackie's Jazzercise Poop *by Vesta the Transvestite* Copyright 2006
Summary: Adult woman discovers the sexual thrill of purposeful clothes
pooping. NOTE: This is a new version of a story I posted on Wetset's
Panty-Pooper's BBS several years ago.
Keywords: F, _solo, scat, panty pooping
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Jackie is a dance instructor who conducts the aerobics class at the
Health America club as well as ballet and theater dance classes at the
local performing arts center. Being both a professional dancer as well
as a part-time fitness chick, Jackie's body is in excellent shape
although she is not quite as buff and sculpted as she was in her younger
years. Still, for a woman pushing 40, Jackie puts many women half her
age to shame, and she knows it. She loves to show off her 5'8", 140
pound muscular frame by wearing skin-tight lycra dresses, lycra dance
and gym clothes, tight jeans, etc.
In spite of Jackie's stunning looks and down-to-earth personality, she
has a history of bad luck with men and hasn't had a shag since she broke
up with her last boyfriend well more than three years ago. Since then,
she has dated a handful of women she met online, but didn't get very far
with any of them.
With her bad batting average with both sexes, Jackie doesn't care at the
moment if she ever gets laid by another person ever again, because she
has become completely auto-erotic, and has come to appreciate her body
as her own sexual object. Often, she will pose in front of her mirror,
sometimes naked, but more often in lingerie with garters or her skin
tight dance clothes, masturbating while admiring the contours of her
body. The ratio between her waist and hips, while not perfect, is well
within the range of being attractive. And her firm, C cup breasts sport
checker-sized nipples that are often-times visible through her clothes,
especially if she is sexually aroused.
Jackie has found herself becoming distracted by a little incident from a
few months ago that she can't get off her mind. So much so that it
disrupts her train of thought while she conducts her dance and exercise
classes. Jackie was driving home from a trip to Santa Fe when she was
caught in a traffic jam half-way up I-25. She sat on the interstate a
bit too long and wound up doing a sizable bowel movement in her
jean-shorts, which she rode with the whole way to her home north of
Trinidad, Colorado. And she never had a teeth-grinding orgasm that
curled her toes before, much less an orgasm while sitting behind the
wheel of her Beamer. "My boyfriends *NEVER* got me off like that,"
Jackie thought to herself.
Figuring that since she can't get the idea of shitting herself out of
her mind, it's time she explores the subject of her masturbation
fantasies from the past few months. "Today is the day I'm going to do
this for real," Jackie mumbled to herself as she got ready for her
afternoon aerobics class. "Since I get sweated up at class and have to
shower and change when I get home, might as well do it in my class
clothes."
"So what do I wear?" Jackie ponders for a moment, thinking about the
stories she read and the advice she received on the web. First she goes
for a pair of red spandex bike trunks with red bikini panties
underneath, along with a matching sports bra and t-shirt, but changes
her mind and decides on her usual style of dance outfit - a leotard worn
over a pair of tights, no panties underneath. She goes to her closet.
"This will wash out," she mumbles under her breath as she pulls out a
favorite of hers; a navy blue spandex leotard with a pair of baby blue
opaque footed nylon dance tights. Her matching navy blue Nikes, waist
alignment belt which is the same color as her tights, and navy blue hair
scrunchie completes the outfit.
Jackie admires her naked body in her bedroom mirror in an
auto-voyeuristic manor while she gets dressed, caressing her nipples in
the process. She pulls on her baby blue tights onto her well toned legs,
then her navy blue leotard up over the tights and on to her six-pack
body, and admires her curves some more. "I've worked hard for this,"
Jackie thinks to her self while she admires her now spandex clad body.
She ties her long brown hair into a pony tail with the hair scrunche. On
go a pair of sweatpants for the drive and her Nike sneakers, her long
coat, and she's out the door.
Five hours pass and Jackie's classes went real well, except for one
thing. She hasn't pooped in two days and was feeling a bit bloated all
day. While not immediately desperate, she was feeling quite ripe for a
bowel movement by the time her aerobics classes are finished. She leaves
the health club, gets into her car. "I'm not going here since where one
has poop one also has pee, and I don't want pee to soak through my coat
much less into the car seat," Jackie whispers to herself. "Gotta do this
at home...."
By the time she gets home, the bloated feeling has subsided a bit. She
takes off her coat, then pulls her sweatpants off over her sneakers,
leaving her dressed exactly the same way she was for class; her navy
blue spandex leotard, baby blue tights, Nike sneakers, and waist
alignment belt.
She heads to the bathroom, drops her leotard and tights and has a good
pee into the toilet prior to making herself dinner. She eats a favorite
of hers; chicken breast on a bed of raw spinach greens and sliced
tomato. She has always consumed lots of greens because it makes keeping
her figure in check easy, not to forget the fact it keeps her regular as
well.
After dinner, the ripeness in Jackie's rectum returns. A thought crosses
her mind, "Now is the moment of truth!" Realizing that she's about to
burst, she heads off to the bathroom.
On the way to the bathroom, she stops for a moment to admire her body
again in the full-height stand-up mirror in the hallway. Her navy blue
spandex leotard is jazz cut, with leg openings that rise on the sides
almost to the top of her hips, making an almost perfect "V" shape in
front that extends from just below her hips, over her clit, and under
her crotch, with a scoop neckline and short sleeves. Extending from
underneath the leotard are her baby blue lycra tights that encase her
legs the whole way to her toes. Jackie likes leotard outfits like this
because of the way they flatter her legs, hips, and cleavage, which is a
complete turn on for her.
With her Nike sneakers and waist belt still on, Jackie walks into the
bathroom and closes the door behind her. Even though she lives alone,
she still wants the feeling of privacy, especially on this occasion.
Her system is overloaded with hormones, and she is quivering from her
being intensely aroused. Jackie's breathing has become heavy and deep,
and she started to feel a little faint. "Oh my I'm hyperventilating.
I've never done this while having sex....."
Following the advice she received from a few people on the web, she
momentarily pulls down her leotard and tights, sits on the toilet and
completely empties her bladder of every last drop of pee that she can
squeeze out without loosing her BM in the toilet. When finished, she
stands and quickly pulls her tights back up, then her leotard up over
them while her colon calls on her, telling her that it is time.
"I'm a grown woman!" Jackie thinks to herself. "Little children go to
the bathroom in their clothes, not a grown woman, and I'm a grown
woman!" She hesitates for a moment, thinking to herself, "This is
insane...." She walks out of the bathroom for an instant to try and talk
herself out of shitting in her clothes, but she gets hit with an
adrenaline rush which jacks up her arousal even more. So she grabs the
stand-up mirror out of the hallway and returns to the bathroom with it.
By this time Jackie's nipples are as hard as rock-candy; their shape
plainly visible through the leotard's navy blue fabric, while her clit
throbs from under the spot where her tights disappear through and under
her leotard's leg openings.
She admires herself some more in the mirror, thinking "These are the
clothes that earlier today, 40 some odd people saw me in. People watched
my every move in these clothes, now I'm about to do something in them
none of them could imagine..... Oh my Gawd! I don't believe I'm going to
do this! I'm about to shit in my dance clothes, and not by accident
either. I'm a grown woman and I want to do this OH MY GAWD!"
Jackie hesitates one last time, takes her waist belt off but keeps her
Nike sneakers on. She turns around and faces the sink, placing her hands
on the sink and leaning into it while spreading her legs and placing her
feet at a comfortable distance from each other. By this time her rectum
was screaming at her and she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer
even if she wanted to.
So she relaxed and at first... ...nothing. Then a little bit of gas
passed, and she could feel her poop pushing against her anus, but the
tightness of her dance clothes pushed her ass cheeks together,
preventing her solid brown mass from moving on it's own. She starts
grinding her teeth from being so totally aroused; squeezes her ab
muscles, pushing full throttle on her bowels. "Oh my gawd I don't
believe I'm actually doing this!" Jackie stuttered to herself, grinding
her teeth some more as she felt the first bit of poop start to slide out
between her ass cheeks. It made that crackling sound that every panty
pooper knows all to well as it slides out of her anus.
Jackie had the stand-up mirror oriented so she could see her back by
looking in the mirror above the sink. Her eyes immediately focused on
the seat of her leotard, right above the point where it wraps underneath
and between her legs. She pays close attention to the sensations of her
poop working it's way down between her ass cheeks, and....
Another hormone shot rivets Jackie's body as she feels something pushing
back against her bowel movement. She knows her thick and firm yet
greasy hot shit just connected with the seat of her baby blue tights
underneath her navy blue leotard. Jackie looks back into the mirror and
sees her poop making a "tent" in the seat of her navy blue leotard,
right above the last visible point before it wraps underneath her. She
reaches around with her left hand to feel it's shape; squeezes it and
her fingers all of a sudden feel sticky. She pulls her hand away and
sees a pasty brown spot on the exterior of her leotard's navy blue
spandex fabric right at the point where the poop made first contact.
"Oh gawd damn *THIS IS SEXY!*" Jackie spoke out loud to herself. "If my
students would know what I'm doing.... OH MY GAWD! In my class clothes
at that!" She places her fingers back on the greasy bulging brown spot
and flexes her sphincter muscles some more, pushing some more of her hot
brown mass into the seat of her tights.
She pauses for a moment to catch her breath and realizes that she is
starting to orgasm when she is hit by an involuntary spasm in her gut
that really gets things moving. Knowing that she just lost control,
Jackie focuses her eyes in the mirror again, watching the seat of her
leotard expand straight down the middle while clenching her teeth from
arousal. The solid poop is all out, being replaced by softer, more
malleable, yet still firm poop that follows the contours of the crack
between her cheeks.
"It ain't over yet," Jackie stutters to herself as she's hit with
another involuntary cramp. Another wave of the soft yet firm poop makes
it's way from her rectum, depositing its self in between her cheeks and
pushing what was already there downward and between her legs.
The crotch of Jackie's leotard and tights were already quite moist from
her pussy juice drooling down into the fabric, but Jackie had a bit of a
surprise when she reached down to massage her clit and pussy. A thick
column of her poop had migrated the whole way to her pussy and lodged
it's self against her clitoral hood which made Jackie light up like a
fireworks display. "Oh Fuck! *This is intense!*" she stutters to her self.
She reorients the stand up mirror so she can view herself while on the
toilet. As she does that, a blast of gas passes her cheeks followed by a
small spurt of runny poop, and Jackie knew she had everything expelled.
Jackie sits on the toilet and starts rubbing her clit and pussy through
her navy blue leotard and baby blue tights and the layer of poop that is
residing between her genitals and the inside of her tights. It doesn't
take long at all until Jackie's rubbing works the greasy poop brown
through the two layers of fabric above Jackie's clit and pussy until the
tips of her fingers are covered with a greasy brown film as well.
By this time Jackie is panting with her heart racing, watching herself
in the mirror as she masturbates through her shitty dance outfit. "*Oh
Fuck!*" she screams at the top of her lungs while she climaxes. *"OH
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK this feels good OH SHIT THIS TURNS ME ON!!!*"
shrieking so loudly that if the neighbors would be home, they would call
the cops. She works herself some more, totally enjoying what she is
seeing in the mirror. She clenches her teeth and her toes curl up inside
her sneakers as she hits her final climax. Jackie screams "*FUCK!!!*"
one last time.
About five or so minutes pass and Jackie stands up from the toilet and
admires her backside in the mirror; the bulge and the greasy brown
streak that goes down the center of her leotard's seat. She has come
down from her orgasm and feels seriously relaxed in a way she hasn't
felt for years. She sits back down on the toilet and sleeps for two
hours before cleaning herself and her clothes up in the shower.
Jackie has become her own best girlfriend. She discovered just how good
it feels to poop in one's clothes, and she knows she will be doing this
again and often.......
------------------------------------------------------------------------
COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER:
This story is copyright 2006 by Vesta the Transvestite -
This story may be saved or printed for personal, non-commercial,
entertainment or educational use only, and may be reposted in an
unaltered form to usenet. All other rights reserved, including
reposting to other websites, both commercial and non-commercial,
as well as other electronic distribution. Resale in any
form is prohibited. This copyright notice must be included with any
copies of this story.
Still have that one in my files.
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