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Chapter 3: Back-fire
Mindy started to explore the device in more detail. Having just witnessed Gretchen's embarrassing moment mere moments ago she wanted to know what else the device was capable of.
She locked on to a target (herself) so she could get to the next screen.
So many options. She couldn't believe it. Desperation amount. Pressure. Load volume. Level of gas. Level of liquid. Level of solid. The aliens must be like the eskimos who had a million words for snow.
She paged and paged. She came to a word she couldn't remember. "Shart"?
"Where have I heard that word before?"
Curiously she selected it for low volume and low intensity. She had selected herself but she was close enough to the bathroom to make it before any accident. She hit the activation button.
Nothing. She didn't feel anything.
She reselected and moved the volume and intensity up to moderate.
Nothing. Or...... Actually she felt a mild gassy feeling....... Yes... She definately needed to fart. "Shart" must be a typo for "fart", she thought. But didn't she already see a fart setting somewhere else? She went back in and started scrolling again trying to find the fart setting. The layout of the device left a lot to be desired. She couldn't find anything quickly.
She walked slowly into the kitchen as she scrolled. Noticing again the feeling of pressure in her bottom she lifted one leg slightly and intended to fart to make her stomach feel better.
Instead of a simple explusion of gas Mindy suddenly felt a warm, semi-solid, semi-liquid load dump quickly into her white cotton bikini panties.
Mindy gasped. Shart! That's where she'd heard it before. When you mean to fart but shit instead. Oh shit!
Mindy stopped scrolling and put her hands on her buttom. She grabbed the back of her pyjama bottoms and pulled them as far back as possible to shield them from the mess.
"Moderate volume, all right. Moderate volume weighing down my panties."
Feeling some dribbles sneaking down the back of her thighs, Mindy waddled as quickly to the toilet as possible. She carefully pulled her pjyama bottoms down and off and tossed them aside.
She slowly pulled her panties down to her knees trying not to let too much more of the mess escape. She looked at the brown disaster zone in the seat of her former white bikini panties and sighed.
At least she knew what Shart meant now.
TO BE CONTINUED
Mindy started to explore the device in more detail. Having just witnessed Gretchen's embarrassing moment mere moments ago she wanted to know what else the device was capable of.
She locked on to a target (herself) so she could get to the next screen.
So many options. She couldn't believe it. Desperation amount. Pressure. Load volume. Level of gas. Level of liquid. Level of solid. The aliens must be like the eskimos who had a million words for snow.
She paged and paged. She came to a word she couldn't remember. "Shart"?
"Where have I heard that word before?"
Curiously she selected it for low volume and low intensity. She had selected herself but she was close enough to the bathroom to make it before any accident. She hit the activation button.
Nothing. She didn't feel anything.
She reselected and moved the volume and intensity up to moderate.
Nothing. Or...... Actually she felt a mild gassy feeling....... Yes... She definately needed to fart. "Shart" must be a typo for "fart", she thought. But didn't she already see a fart setting somewhere else? She went back in and started scrolling again trying to find the fart setting. The layout of the device left a lot to be desired. She couldn't find anything quickly.
She walked slowly into the kitchen as she scrolled. Noticing again the feeling of pressure in her bottom she lifted one leg slightly and intended to fart to make her stomach feel better.
Instead of a simple explusion of gas Mindy suddenly felt a warm, semi-solid, semi-liquid load dump quickly into her white cotton bikini panties.
Mindy gasped. Shart! That's where she'd heard it before. When you mean to fart but shit instead. Oh shit!
Mindy stopped scrolling and put her hands on her buttom. She grabbed the back of her pyjama bottoms and pulled them as far back as possible to shield them from the mess.
"Moderate volume, all right. Moderate volume weighing down my panties."
Feeling some dribbles sneaking down the back of her thighs, Mindy waddled as quickly to the toilet as possible. She carefully pulled her pjyama bottoms down and off and tossed them aside.
She slowly pulled her panties down to her knees trying not to let too much more of the mess escape. She looked at the brown disaster zone in the seat of her former white bikini panties and sighed.
At least she knew what Shart meant now.
TO BE CONTINUED
Love to see a chapter on an Arthur Saxon sized poopload. Like this story so far. Thanks.
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