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Mindy's Revenge: Chapter 2: Gretchen's Shorts
Chapter 2: Gretchen's Shorts
Mindy got out of bed and looked at the watch device. She carefully pushed a few buttons. The first screen on the display seemed to allow her to select a target. A simple radar and map like screen identified green dots which she assumed represented people. The green dot closest to the center seemed to be her. Other women in the neighborhood must be the other green dots she reckoned.
She picked one at random and went to the next screen. The selection lists were huge. The water pistol device just seemed to have one setting. The new device has pages and pages of options, different levels of desperation, different levels of output, some gassy, some solid.......
It would take a long time to work through how each one worked.
Mindy shook her head. This was crazy. How could any watch actually work like this? Maybe the dream was still a dream. Maybe she'd sleep walked and found some gag watch?
She noticed that the green dot she had selected was moving to her front door if she was reading the map correctly. Sure enough there was a knock on the door.
Mindy walked over and looked through the peephole. It was Gretchen in her jogging clothes. She opened the door.
Gretchen is 28. Her light red hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail. She was wearing a dark tanktop and super tight blue spandex shorts and sneakers. Her iPod was attached to her arm and her earbuds were in.
"Hey, just wanted to make sure you can pick up my mail when I'm in Vegas next week. That's still cool right?"
Mindy crossed her legs. She had not yet peed this morning and confrontations always made her bladder weak.
"Um.... actually I don't know if....."
Gretchen rolled her eyes. "Look I've got a lot of important packages and you know what will happen if they just sit out there....."
Mindy crossed her legs tighter. "Um... okay... I guess I can...."
"Cool!" Gretchen turned to walk to the sidewalk. Despite her upset, Mindy couldn't help but peek at Gretchen's perky backside as her back was turned. Mindy couldn't help but notice the visible panty lines of Gretchen's bikini panties visible under the spandex shorts.
"Okay..."
Gretchen turned back again to face Mindy and Mindy quickly moved her eyes up.
Gretchen smirked. "You know you should be out jogging instead of sitting around all morning in your pyjamas. You won't snag any men with a beer belly."
Gretchen turned and bounced her way to the sidewalk where she began stretching.
Mindy blushed and pulled her pyjama tops to make sure they were covering her front. She looked down at the watch..... "I wonder..." she said to herself...
*****
Gretchen finished stretching and began her jog. Just a few times around the block to get the blood flowing, she thought. Then time to plan the trip to Vegas. Good thing that chubby neighbor can get her mails. What's her name? Molly? Mandy? Whatever.
As she turned the corner she felt a slight twinge in her stomach. Something she ate last night must not have agreed with her. She felt a little gassy. Oh well, not the first time she would fart on a jog. As long as no one is around it should be safe.
She gave one fart that was louder than she was expecting. OOPS. Might need to shorten this jog a bit.
She felt another one brewing and decided it was less painful to let it go as she ran.
She farted. Instantly she stopped running and jammed her legs together to cut the fart short. F**K. That wasn't just a fart. She stood on the sidewalk frozen with shock. She had just dropped a small amount of shit into her shorts. She could feel it smashed between her cheeks. No, no, no! And there was a lot more to come.
She slowly turned and walked back the way she came. Her thighs and butt was clentched as tight as she could make them. She couldn't go very fast or else she would lose the slight control she had.
She passed a nieghbor who waved at her. "Nice day! Are you injured? You're going really slow. Can I help?"
Gretchen forced herself to smile. "No! No problem! I just need to......" she tried to think of something that didn't sound like "I need to take a giant shit and its about to happen in my shorts"..... She ended lamely with "...I just need to go."
The neighbor smirked. "Oh, okay then."
Gretchen continued her slow walk back. She was almost there. There were three steps she needed to walk up to her door. She took the first one by putting one foot on it and slowly easing the second foot up. Sweat was forming on her forehead and dripping into her face. A small fart escaped as she took the second stair. Just a fart, she thought, only a fart. No more damage. And the shit isn't escaping my panties. I can get there.
Disaster struck on the final stair. She put her first leg up and as she was easing her other leg up she momentarily lost concentration.
Another load shot out of her tired buttocks and into her panties. This load was much bigger than the first. She felt it push out her spandex shorts and started filling up her buttcrack which made a slight tickling sensation.
She panicked. This couldn't be happening. She was so close. She panicked and decided to run the next few steps to the front door. She was nearly there. She fumbled with her keys. Just as she was about to put the key in the lock she dropped them.
Frantically and without thinking she quickly squatted to pck up the keys which completely ruined her ability to hold her bowels together.
A massive farting sound echoed out of her and the back of her spandex shorts expanded out as the shit entered them. Her visible panty line was now completely obvious as the shit mostly stayed in the elastic but was now seriously leaking out. She put one hand under her left buttcheck to stop the accident from running down the back of her thigh. She fumbled with the key and then successfully got into the lock and turned it.
With tears in her eyes, she quickly looked around to see if her disaster had been witnessed. She froze. Her nextdoor neighbor (Molly?) was standing in her front door with her jaw dropped and her eyes wide open.
Gretchen swore and burst though her front door and slammed it behind her.
*****
Mindy couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. It was true. All true.
The aliens were real. They had given her the power they had promised.
And Gretchen who had always bullied Mindy into doing her chores for her had just shit her pants RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER!
Mindy smiled at the memory of the back of Gretchen's shorts suddenly bulging out as her perky little butt suddenly had a lot of company in those tight little shorts. She couldn't believe it had really happened. She wondered how long it would take Gretchen to clean up. Maybe she wouldn't be so fast to make Mindy do her chores for her in the future.
Mindy looked down at the alien device. This was going to be a lot of fun.
TO BE CONTINUED
Mindy got out of bed and looked at the watch device. She carefully pushed a few buttons. The first screen on the display seemed to allow her to select a target. A simple radar and map like screen identified green dots which she assumed represented people. The green dot closest to the center seemed to be her. Other women in the neighborhood must be the other green dots she reckoned.
She picked one at random and went to the next screen. The selection lists were huge. The water pistol device just seemed to have one setting. The new device has pages and pages of options, different levels of desperation, different levels of output, some gassy, some solid.......
It would take a long time to work through how each one worked.
Mindy shook her head. This was crazy. How could any watch actually work like this? Maybe the dream was still a dream. Maybe she'd sleep walked and found some gag watch?
She noticed that the green dot she had selected was moving to her front door if she was reading the map correctly. Sure enough there was a knock on the door.
Mindy walked over and looked through the peephole. It was Gretchen in her jogging clothes. She opened the door.
Gretchen is 28. Her light red hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail. She was wearing a dark tanktop and super tight blue spandex shorts and sneakers. Her iPod was attached to her arm and her earbuds were in.
"Hey, just wanted to make sure you can pick up my mail when I'm in Vegas next week. That's still cool right?"
Mindy crossed her legs. She had not yet peed this morning and confrontations always made her bladder weak.
"Um.... actually I don't know if....."
Gretchen rolled her eyes. "Look I've got a lot of important packages and you know what will happen if they just sit out there....."
Mindy crossed her legs tighter. "Um... okay... I guess I can...."
"Cool!" Gretchen turned to walk to the sidewalk. Despite her upset, Mindy couldn't help but peek at Gretchen's perky backside as her back was turned. Mindy couldn't help but notice the visible panty lines of Gretchen's bikini panties visible under the spandex shorts.
"Okay..."
Gretchen turned back again to face Mindy and Mindy quickly moved her eyes up.
Gretchen smirked. "You know you should be out jogging instead of sitting around all morning in your pyjamas. You won't snag any men with a beer belly."
Gretchen turned and bounced her way to the sidewalk where she began stretching.
Mindy blushed and pulled her pyjama tops to make sure they were covering her front. She looked down at the watch..... "I wonder..." she said to herself...
*****
Gretchen finished stretching and began her jog. Just a few times around the block to get the blood flowing, she thought. Then time to plan the trip to Vegas. Good thing that chubby neighbor can get her mails. What's her name? Molly? Mandy? Whatever.
As she turned the corner she felt a slight twinge in her stomach. Something she ate last night must not have agreed with her. She felt a little gassy. Oh well, not the first time she would fart on a jog. As long as no one is around it should be safe.
She gave one fart that was louder than she was expecting. OOPS. Might need to shorten this jog a bit.
She felt another one brewing and decided it was less painful to let it go as she ran.
She farted. Instantly she stopped running and jammed her legs together to cut the fart short. F**K. That wasn't just a fart. She stood on the sidewalk frozen with shock. She had just dropped a small amount of shit into her shorts. She could feel it smashed between her cheeks. No, no, no! And there was a lot more to come.
She slowly turned and walked back the way she came. Her thighs and butt was clentched as tight as she could make them. She couldn't go very fast or else she would lose the slight control she had.
She passed a nieghbor who waved at her. "Nice day! Are you injured? You're going really slow. Can I help?"
Gretchen forced herself to smile. "No! No problem! I just need to......" she tried to think of something that didn't sound like "I need to take a giant shit and its about to happen in my shorts"..... She ended lamely with "...I just need to go."
The neighbor smirked. "Oh, okay then."
Gretchen continued her slow walk back. She was almost there. There were three steps she needed to walk up to her door. She took the first one by putting one foot on it and slowly easing the second foot up. Sweat was forming on her forehead and dripping into her face. A small fart escaped as she took the second stair. Just a fart, she thought, only a fart. No more damage. And the shit isn't escaping my panties. I can get there.
Disaster struck on the final stair. She put her first leg up and as she was easing her other leg up she momentarily lost concentration.
Another load shot out of her tired buttocks and into her panties. This load was much bigger than the first. She felt it push out her spandex shorts and started filling up her buttcrack which made a slight tickling sensation.
She panicked. This couldn't be happening. She was so close. She panicked and decided to run the next few steps to the front door. She was nearly there. She fumbled with her keys. Just as she was about to put the key in the lock she dropped them.
Frantically and without thinking she quickly squatted to pck up the keys which completely ruined her ability to hold her bowels together.
A massive farting sound echoed out of her and the back of her spandex shorts expanded out as the shit entered them. Her visible panty line was now completely obvious as the shit mostly stayed in the elastic but was now seriously leaking out. She put one hand under her left buttcheck to stop the accident from running down the back of her thigh. She fumbled with the key and then successfully got into the lock and turned it.
With tears in her eyes, she quickly looked around to see if her disaster had been witnessed. She froze. Her nextdoor neighbor (Molly?) was standing in her front door with her jaw dropped and her eyes wide open.
Gretchen swore and burst though her front door and slammed it behind her.
*****
Mindy couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. It was true. All true.
The aliens were real. They had given her the power they had promised.
And Gretchen who had always bullied Mindy into doing her chores for her had just shit her pants RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER!
Mindy smiled at the memory of the back of Gretchen's shorts suddenly bulging out as her perky little butt suddenly had a lot of company in those tight little shorts. She couldn't believe it had really happened. She wondered how long it would take Gretchen to clean up. Maybe she wouldn't be so fast to make Mindy do her chores for her in the future.
Mindy looked down at the alien device. This was going to be a lot of fun.
TO BE CONTINUED
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