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"Ummmph... urgh... mmmmph," Anna murmured, red in the face as she pushed against the tightness of her jeans. Bent over near a wall, she drew surprisingly little attention from the rest of the PPC. "Oh man... oh!" she giggled as her jeans finally gave way just enough for her hot mushy shit to fill the backside with a barely audible *crackle*.
Anna stood back up and grinned. "Oooh, I pooped in my underpants!" she squealed to no one in particular as she tossed back her hair.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt but that was one of the most adorable things I've ever seen," came a voice from over her right shoulder. Anna turned around to see a brown-haired boy of about 6 feet, dressed in a collared shirt and chinos– considered a bit too nice for the slutty-casual PPC atmosphere.
"Hi! Is this the first time you've seen a girl poop her pants?" Anna replied.
"No, just the first time I've seen you do it. That poopy underpants line was too cute, although it looks like your jeans are getting pretty messy too."
"Oh, thanks hehe," Anna blushed. "I used to say that when I was a kid and couldn't afford to mess my actual pants... so just underpants! I guess I still say that sometimes to bring back the extra naughty excitement from that time."
"Wait, how old are you? You look a little old to be allowed in here," Anna questioned, tilting her head.
"I'm Matt, by the way, thanks for asking," he answered, pretending to sound annoyed. "I'm 17, so my membership expires in a few months."
Anna's face scrunched again. "Let me guess. You're about to get kicked out for being an adult male, and you're looking for any girl silly enough to date you so you can keep coming in. Maybe you're thinking you can just come up to me, call me cute and five minutes later I'll be riding you and begging you to keep me forever. Sound about right?"
"Wow, that's a lot of words you just tried to put in my mouth there. I'm waiting here because I have a poop date planned in a few minutes, and you looked fun to talk to in the meantime.
"Oh yeah?" Anna put her hands on her hips and tilted them slightly. "Who's your poop date?"
"Not your business at this point! And for the record, I'm moving away for college at the end of the summer, and a friend and I are laying the groundwork for a second club once we get there."
"So like, college PPC?" Anna inquired skeptically.
"Pretty much. We're experimenting with an interview and screening process to help us avoid the age caps that kick people out of PPC right n–"
"–Pooping!" Anna interrupted, squatting slightly and BLORPing loudly in her jeans. "That sounds... hot, actually. If only you could put that on your resume," she added.
"Hey cutie!" Hannah exclaimed as she walked toward the two, barefoot in a black tank top and tight pink booty shorts. "Ready to play?" She ran a hand down Matt's arm and grabbed his hand.
"Oh, you've GOT to be kidding me," Anna rolled her eyes. "Really dude? Hannah? You can't possibly be that desperate."
"Um, excuse me BITCH, but you don't get to talk about me that way OR steal my poop date." Hannah snarled.
"So mature, Hannah. Is that how you get all your guys, by throwing temper tantrums? You need a break, girl."
"Acting like a two-year-old isn't exactly weird here..." Matt chucked.
"Ugh let's get out of here," Hannah dragged Matt off to the nearest couch, where he sat down and quickly removed his pants.
"You're not poopy?" she said while staring at his clean black boxer shorts.
"I have a hell of a thing for messy ladies, but I rarely do it myself," Matt answered. "Damn!" he exclaimed as Hannah settled her firm round butt onto his lap and wiggled until comfortable.
"That's ok. Hope you know what happens next!" Hannah laughed, looking at him over her shoulder. Matt placed a hand on her left hip and the other on her stomach. "Unnnnngh, I'm going poo-pyyyy!" she wailed, leaning back onto his chest.
"Good girl, push it all out in your shorts for me. I love feeling your abs tense up as you poop," he whispered in her ear.
"Poopy-iiiiiing-mmmph!" Hannah shuddered and lifted her bottom ever so slightly off Matt's lap. *PPPPPFFFFFFFTTTTHHHHHBBBBBB*
Creamy orange-brown poop flowed rapidly into her stretchy booty shorts, coating her rear in seconds.
"Oh Hannah, what did you just do?" Matt teased.
"I'm DIR-TY!" Hannah replied, singing the last two syllables while wiggling her bottom side to side. "I'm DIR-... what the fuck?"
Anna walked straight up to their spot on the couch and crossed her arms as she looked down at Hannah. "Hannah, you've been rude to me one too many times. You're going to get what's coming for you today."
"Oh? Well look at me and my hot messy ass really not caring." Hannah retorted. "Now where were we babe?"
"I know what you want," Anna continued, grabbing Hannah's hand.
"Yes. I want boys, you fucking lezzie troll," Hannah struggled to free her hand.
"Aw, so rude miss poopy pants." Anna undid the front of her jeans with her other hand. "You need to see what's right in front of you."
"Shut up and get out, you h-ohmigod..." Hannah trailed off as Anna moved her underwear to the side to reveal a perfectly circumcised, six inch pink cock.
"Well, fuck..." Matt exclaimed. "Why do only the chicks with dicks get character development? Perfectly good dick right here."
"Shush!" both girls yelled.
Anna pulled Hannah up to her feet before she could get back to struggling. "You hate me, don't you Hannah?"
"Um, duh."
"Why don't you hate me harder then?" said Anna as she pushed Hannah onto the couch and climbed on top of her, instantly smashing Hannah's load onto the back of her thighs. Hannah gasped, caught up in the insane pleasure of poop coating her skin as Anna restrained her hands and kissed her forcefully on the lips.
"Uhhh.... Oooohhh... Fuck... FUCK I FUCKING HATE YOU ANNA!!!" Hannah wailed, gasping for breath as they made out furiously. "Urrgh.... mmph... argh" she growled, smacking the rear of Anna's poopy jeans as hard as she could.
"Oh yeah, baby? Tell me why you hate me." Anna demanded, pressing Hannah's poop-encrusted hips down into the couch cushion.
"Urrghhh.... No I won't...oh.... oh yeah... yeah... noo... noo... please" Hannah whined with tearful lust. Anna reached both hands around Hannah's smeared, stinking bottom and squeezed. "OOOHHHH! Anna! I hate you so much! I hate your cute little smile and stupid eyes and your gorgeous round butt that's secretly better than mine! I hate your grown-up attitude and your sex advice and all the attention you get and... ugh... please just FUCK MEEEEE!"
"I'd cum right this second if my brain could process this..." Matt thought to himself.
"Good girl!" Anna exclaimed, flipping Hannah's lithe body onto her hands and knees. Look what a nasty disaster you made of your sexy outfit! There's poopy smeared all over your back and your thighs and your little booty..." Anna laughed as she peeled off Hannah's shorts, now 5 times their original weight.
Without even letting Hannah remove her legs from the trashed shorts, Anna grasped Hannah's hips and pressed her cute girly dick into Hannah's poop-frosted ass.
"AIEEEEEEE! OHHHH!" Hannah moaned. "Oh I hate you so much you fucking whore. I'll make your stupid girlyboy cock cum all over my sexy little bottom!"
"Please, babe. I'm a model at oohpoopy.com. I can cum whenever I decide to." Anna replied as she spanked Hannah and began to pump her harder.
"UMMM! NO YOU CAN'T! ummmm. oh. ooh. oooh. ooooh. oooooh! oooooh! oooooh!" Hannah's eyes began to roll back in her head as she fought for control over her pleasure. "p-p-POOPING!!!" she cried out, losing control of her bowels as even more orange-brown mess flowed out around Anna's cock.
"I knew you couldn't handle me, silly. Oh, your poopy butt is fucking gorgeous now though. So tight, you naughty girlie!"
"Can't... believe...you... like me..." Hannah moaned.
"Eh, you're ok. Great little body but you should get better at sex!"
"Ugh.... I'm fu... fucking amazing... I hate you Anna... I hate you.... oooooh! oooooh! OOOOOOOOH! OOOH I'M CUMMMMMMIIIIING!!!" Hannah thrashed and bucked her hips against Anna, crying out as she rubbed her pussy desperately.
"It's ok baby, just let it happen. You're still a bad little girl so cum like one."
"Oh... oh... oh god... oh..." Hannah shivered as she struggled to catch her breath. Anna pulled her poopy cock out of Hannah's rear and helped Hannah stretch out gently on the couch.
"Get some rest Hannah. Oh, and that was fun by the way!" Anna giggled. Hannah remained speechlessly hyperventilating.
Matt stood up to make more room for Hannah. "So, that was incredibly bizarre and sexy. But you still stole my poop date and now she's going to be a useless lump for a while. I don't see how that's fair, even if you did teach her a lesson."
"Yeah, you're right..." Anna replied, a bit chagrined. "I don't like to do these things most of the time. Thank you so much for bearing with this, maybe I can do something nice for you in return?" she winked ever so slightly.
"No thanks Anna, I'm flattered but I don't enjoy the kind of treatment you just gave her," Matt replied gesturing at Hannah's quivering ass cheeks.
"Oh! Don't worry, I'd never try to top a guy!" Anna laughed, batting her eyelashes. "But your poor dick is probably overloaded and dying to cum right now- I'm impressed you didn't lose it while watching all that! Here's what we can do," she continued while tracing a pattern on the left cheek of her yummily poop-caked ass. "Squeeze my booty. Just once, nice and hard."
"Uh, ok?" Matt reached around and prepared to cup her.
"Hurry!"
"Alright... Oh wow- OH YEAH! YEAH! URGH!" Anna flexed her ass cheeks as Matt squeezed, making him feel a firmness so incredible that he began to spurt uncontrollably in his pants.
"Hope that's better!" she smiled, quickly removing his hands from her body. "You're going to want to wash one of those hands before the other!" she added, turning around and walking away as she pulled up her jeans. Matt looked down at his messy hands. His right was coated with dark brown poopy everywhere except for 10 small figures– or numbers!
"Maybe you'll get some character development after all." Anna turned over her shoulder and blew a kiss as she finished pulling up her jeans and exited the main room. Out of the corner of his eye, Matt glimpsed two handprints just before the denim covered her rear again.
Anna stood back up and grinned. "Oooh, I pooped in my underpants!" she squealed to no one in particular as she tossed back her hair.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt but that was one of the most adorable things I've ever seen," came a voice from over her right shoulder. Anna turned around to see a brown-haired boy of about 6 feet, dressed in a collared shirt and chinos– considered a bit too nice for the slutty-casual PPC atmosphere.
"Hi! Is this the first time you've seen a girl poop her pants?" Anna replied.
"No, just the first time I've seen you do it. That poopy underpants line was too cute, although it looks like your jeans are getting pretty messy too."
"Oh, thanks hehe," Anna blushed. "I used to say that when I was a kid and couldn't afford to mess my actual pants... so just underpants! I guess I still say that sometimes to bring back the extra naughty excitement from that time."
"Wait, how old are you? You look a little old to be allowed in here," Anna questioned, tilting her head.
"I'm Matt, by the way, thanks for asking," he answered, pretending to sound annoyed. "I'm 17, so my membership expires in a few months."
Anna's face scrunched again. "Let me guess. You're about to get kicked out for being an adult male, and you're looking for any girl silly enough to date you so you can keep coming in. Maybe you're thinking you can just come up to me, call me cute and five minutes later I'll be riding you and begging you to keep me forever. Sound about right?"
"Wow, that's a lot of words you just tried to put in my mouth there. I'm waiting here because I have a poop date planned in a few minutes, and you looked fun to talk to in the meantime.
"Oh yeah?" Anna put her hands on her hips and tilted them slightly. "Who's your poop date?"
"Not your business at this point! And for the record, I'm moving away for college at the end of the summer, and a friend and I are laying the groundwork for a second club once we get there."
"So like, college PPC?" Anna inquired skeptically.
"Pretty much. We're experimenting with an interview and screening process to help us avoid the age caps that kick people out of PPC right n–"
"–Pooping!" Anna interrupted, squatting slightly and BLORPing loudly in her jeans. "That sounds... hot, actually. If only you could put that on your resume," she added.
"Hey cutie!" Hannah exclaimed as she walked toward the two, barefoot in a black tank top and tight pink booty shorts. "Ready to play?" She ran a hand down Matt's arm and grabbed his hand.
"Oh, you've GOT to be kidding me," Anna rolled her eyes. "Really dude? Hannah? You can't possibly be that desperate."
"Um, excuse me BITCH, but you don't get to talk about me that way OR steal my poop date." Hannah snarled.
"So mature, Hannah. Is that how you get all your guys, by throwing temper tantrums? You need a break, girl."
"Acting like a two-year-old isn't exactly weird here..." Matt chucked.
"Ugh let's get out of here," Hannah dragged Matt off to the nearest couch, where he sat down and quickly removed his pants.
"You're not poopy?" she said while staring at his clean black boxer shorts.
"I have a hell of a thing for messy ladies, but I rarely do it myself," Matt answered. "Damn!" he exclaimed as Hannah settled her firm round butt onto his lap and wiggled until comfortable.
"That's ok. Hope you know what happens next!" Hannah laughed, looking at him over her shoulder. Matt placed a hand on her left hip and the other on her stomach. "Unnnnngh, I'm going poo-pyyyy!" she wailed, leaning back onto his chest.
"Good girl, push it all out in your shorts for me. I love feeling your abs tense up as you poop," he whispered in her ear.
"Poopy-iiiiiing-mmmph!" Hannah shuddered and lifted her bottom ever so slightly off Matt's lap. *PPPPPFFFFFFFTTTTHHHHHBBBBBB*
Creamy orange-brown poop flowed rapidly into her stretchy booty shorts, coating her rear in seconds.
"Oh Hannah, what did you just do?" Matt teased.
"I'm DIR-TY!" Hannah replied, singing the last two syllables while wiggling her bottom side to side. "I'm DIR-... what the fuck?"
Anna walked straight up to their spot on the couch and crossed her arms as she looked down at Hannah. "Hannah, you've been rude to me one too many times. You're going to get what's coming for you today."
"Oh? Well look at me and my hot messy ass really not caring." Hannah retorted. "Now where were we babe?"
"I know what you want," Anna continued, grabbing Hannah's hand.
"Yes. I want boys, you fucking lezzie troll," Hannah struggled to free her hand.
"Aw, so rude miss poopy pants." Anna undid the front of her jeans with her other hand. "You need to see what's right in front of you."
"Shut up and get out, you h-ohmigod..." Hannah trailed off as Anna moved her underwear to the side to reveal a perfectly circumcised, six inch pink cock.
"Well, fuck..." Matt exclaimed. "Why do only the chicks with dicks get character development? Perfectly good dick right here."
"Shush!" both girls yelled.
Anna pulled Hannah up to her feet before she could get back to struggling. "You hate me, don't you Hannah?"
"Um, duh."
"Why don't you hate me harder then?" said Anna as she pushed Hannah onto the couch and climbed on top of her, instantly smashing Hannah's load onto the back of her thighs. Hannah gasped, caught up in the insane pleasure of poop coating her skin as Anna restrained her hands and kissed her forcefully on the lips.
"Uhhh.... Oooohhh... Fuck... FUCK I FUCKING HATE YOU ANNA!!!" Hannah wailed, gasping for breath as they made out furiously. "Urrgh.... mmph... argh" she growled, smacking the rear of Anna's poopy jeans as hard as she could.
"Oh yeah, baby? Tell me why you hate me." Anna demanded, pressing Hannah's poop-encrusted hips down into the couch cushion.
"Urrghhh.... No I won't...oh.... oh yeah... yeah... noo... noo... please" Hannah whined with tearful lust. Anna reached both hands around Hannah's smeared, stinking bottom and squeezed. "OOOHHHH! Anna! I hate you so much! I hate your cute little smile and stupid eyes and your gorgeous round butt that's secretly better than mine! I hate your grown-up attitude and your sex advice and all the attention you get and... ugh... please just FUCK MEEEEE!"
"I'd cum right this second if my brain could process this..." Matt thought to himself.
"Good girl!" Anna exclaimed, flipping Hannah's lithe body onto her hands and knees. Look what a nasty disaster you made of your sexy outfit! There's poopy smeared all over your back and your thighs and your little booty..." Anna laughed as she peeled off Hannah's shorts, now 5 times their original weight.
Without even letting Hannah remove her legs from the trashed shorts, Anna grasped Hannah's hips and pressed her cute girly dick into Hannah's poop-frosted ass.
"AIEEEEEEE! OHHHH!" Hannah moaned. "Oh I hate you so much you fucking whore. I'll make your stupid girlyboy cock cum all over my sexy little bottom!"
"Please, babe. I'm a model at oohpoopy.com. I can cum whenever I decide to." Anna replied as she spanked Hannah and began to pump her harder.
"UMMM! NO YOU CAN'T! ummmm. oh. ooh. oooh. ooooh. oooooh! oooooh! oooooh!" Hannah's eyes began to roll back in her head as she fought for control over her pleasure. "p-p-POOPING!!!" she cried out, losing control of her bowels as even more orange-brown mess flowed out around Anna's cock.
"I knew you couldn't handle me, silly. Oh, your poopy butt is fucking gorgeous now though. So tight, you naughty girlie!"
"Can't... believe...you... like me..." Hannah moaned.
"Eh, you're ok. Great little body but you should get better at sex!"
"Ugh.... I'm fu... fucking amazing... I hate you Anna... I hate you.... oooooh! oooooh! OOOOOOOOH! OOOH I'M CUMMMMMMIIIIING!!!" Hannah thrashed and bucked her hips against Anna, crying out as she rubbed her pussy desperately.
"It's ok baby, just let it happen. You're still a bad little girl so cum like one."
"Oh... oh... oh god... oh..." Hannah shivered as she struggled to catch her breath. Anna pulled her poopy cock out of Hannah's rear and helped Hannah stretch out gently on the couch.
"Get some rest Hannah. Oh, and that was fun by the way!" Anna giggled. Hannah remained speechlessly hyperventilating.
Matt stood up to make more room for Hannah. "So, that was incredibly bizarre and sexy. But you still stole my poop date and now she's going to be a useless lump for a while. I don't see how that's fair, even if you did teach her a lesson."
"Yeah, you're right..." Anna replied, a bit chagrined. "I don't like to do these things most of the time. Thank you so much for bearing with this, maybe I can do something nice for you in return?" she winked ever so slightly.
"No thanks Anna, I'm flattered but I don't enjoy the kind of treatment you just gave her," Matt replied gesturing at Hannah's quivering ass cheeks.
"Oh! Don't worry, I'd never try to top a guy!" Anna laughed, batting her eyelashes. "But your poor dick is probably overloaded and dying to cum right now- I'm impressed you didn't lose it while watching all that! Here's what we can do," she continued while tracing a pattern on the left cheek of her yummily poop-caked ass. "Squeeze my booty. Just once, nice and hard."
"Uh, ok?" Matt reached around and prepared to cup her.
"Hurry!"
"Alright... Oh wow- OH YEAH! YEAH! URGH!" Anna flexed her ass cheeks as Matt squeezed, making him feel a firmness so incredible that he began to spurt uncontrollably in his pants.
"Hope that's better!" she smiled, quickly removing his hands from her body. "You're going to want to wash one of those hands before the other!" she added, turning around and walking away as she pulled up her jeans. Matt looked down at his messy hands. His right was coated with dark brown poopy everywhere except for 10 small figures– or numbers!
"Maybe you'll get some character development after all." Anna turned over her shoulder and blew a kiss as she finished pulling up her jeans and exited the main room. Out of the corner of his eye, Matt glimpsed two handprints just before the denim covered her rear again.
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