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Chapter 4
Normally, an experience like this shared between these two would require a long chat over more than a few drinks; but they were nothing if not professional. As such, they paused for only a few moments to take a mental picture of each other and the state of the bathroom. They and it were both sopping wet with piss.
Meaghan looked at Sara. Sara’s blue jeans had changed color from light blue to a winter-themed camouflage with varying degrees of navy blue. The shades of blue changed depending on how much Sara had pissed there and how recently she had done so and/or whether Meaghan’s piss had added to the wetness. Sara did have the benefit of a bathing suit on, so she did not look like she’d just stepped off the stage of a wet tee shirt contest like Meaghan did; but her nipples were pointy and happy with the stimulation from Meaghan’s warm piss and the coldness they now experienced.
Meaghan definitely looked a bit more disheveled than her counterpart. Whereas Sara’s bathing suit was built for water and she looked like a Baywatch actress having just come out of the ocean, Meaghan’s shirt clung to every inch of her torso--the slogan on the shirt deformed by the contours of Meaghan’s large chest and her own pointy nipples. Similarly, Meaghan’s white jeans had not fared well either. They had been stained yellow by the urine and tea.
Regardless, both were gorgeous.
“Fuck,” Sara said.
“Fuck,” Meaghan agreed. Meaghan took a deep breath and nodded to Meaghan, silently instructing her to take the lead on the next phase of this adventure.
Although she felt better without 2 lbs of piss in her bladder, the burrito/coffee/bran cocktail was still taking its toll on Sara and she had to shit awfully bad. Gingerly, she took off the wet jeans and lay them on the floor next to her. Then she got to her knees and lay down on the wet towels, careful not to disturb her aching tummy. Once more, she enjoyed the feeling of her own piss mixed with Meaghan’s rubbing against the front of her body. But now she had to focus. She extended her legs and spread them so that the camera could get a good view of her ass. Meaghan walked to the camera to refocus it on the money spot, then returned to Sara’s side and sat down next to her, also focused on Sara’s ass.
Sara took in a deep breath and relaxed all the muscles in her body, including her anus. She had shit on a toilet for all her life, but shitting while lying down was a new thing for her and it felt totally unnatural. So unnatural that nothing happened.
“You okay,” Meaghan whispered?
“I think so. I’m trying, but nothing’s happening.” Sara responded. Meaghan didn’t have any solutions and shrugged accordingly. Sara prided herself on being able to concentrate and get through anything and this would simply be another test of that mettle. She adjusted her body a bit, refocused on just how badly she had to go, and took another deep breath. Then she gave a couple of minor pushes just to get the shit moving and relaxed once more.
This time, the preparations paid off. Sara could feel the shit making its way slowly and methodically down her intestines. It felt like sex in reverse and was quite nice. The progress continued until the turd was resting up against her anus. She took another deep breath and relaxed a third time, now she felt her anus opening up and the shit beginning to inch its way out. However, in very little time, it ran up against the lining of the bathing suit and no amount of relaxation could break that dam.
But Sara liked this feeling and was happy to pause here. She actually tried to look back and see what was happening, but couldn’t make the move work even as flexible as she was. She made a mental note to watch this part of the video carefully and lay back down again on the piss soaked floor and just enjoyed the moment, with the poop slowly sliding through her intestines and anus and pushing up against the bathing suit.
The spell for Sara was broken when Meaghan whispered, “I can see it” in an encouraging way. For her part, Meaghan was watching in awe. Meaghan had no idea about the feelings in Sara’s body, but she gazed avidly as a small bump had emerged from Sara’s anus and had slowly formed into the protruding log now sticking out inches from her roommate’s ass. Adding to the delerium, the smell of the shit hitting the piss-soaked air combined to make Meaghan feel more than a little high. HIgh enough, in fact, that she wanted to experience this with a third sense and she asked, “can I touch it”?
“I guess” replied Sara. Meaghan reached down and poked the bathing suit with her index finger. It was firm, but gave way a bit. Meaghan also saw Sara shudder from the stimulation of the pressure. She went in for a second shot and this time cupped the log in the palm of her hand, moving it up and down and then to the left and right. This really made Sara shudder. It then became clear to Meaghan that, despite the size of the log, Sara was not done and that she was deliberately pausing to prolong the experience. Meaghan gave the log one last wiggle and then returned to spectator status.
Sara had certainly enjoyed the attention and the feeling of the shit simultaneously inside and outside of her body, but the pleasure had peaked and was now veering into discomfort. She took joyous stock of the moment one last time and then gave a push that instantly tripled the size of the bulge. Sara rested the rest of a victorious athlete or viking warrior, gasping with pleasure as the mass had been expelled from her body and now sat resting between her ass and the bathing suit. She lay in this manner with her head in her crossed hands and her eyes closed for over a minute.
Meaghan audibly gasped when she saw the explosion. Not only had the size of the bulge tripled, but so too had the stench. The room was lit. Meaghan went in for several more touches switching her gaze from the bulge to the smile on her roommate’s face as she basked in the glory of her successful mission.
Neither roommate wanted to break this spell, but Meaghan’s stomach had not gotten the memo and let out a loud and prolonged gurgle. Simply put, even though the fact that she was sitting down helped with the pressure, she could not wait much longer. Although Sara would have preferred to wait several more minutes in this state, she had sympathy for Meaghan and was eager to see Meaghan’s half of the show.
Meaghan did not want to move and did not have to move much because she was supposed to poop in a sit up position. So she waited motionless while Sara slowly rose from the floor, first to a girl push up position (hands on the floor, arms outstretched, knees still on the ground and ass in the air with the bulge waiving like a flag) then to her knees in a crawl position. She paused at this point, not sure how to roll over without disturbing the bulge. She decided to carefully let her knees up so that she was on all fours and then roll over in the air so that now she was in a crab position. From that position (only her hands and feet touching the ground and the bulge hovering a few inches from the floor), Sara slowly eased herself down a centimeter a second. She could feel as the bulge contacted the floor and held that position for a second, then continued to descend as the poop smooshed and spread up and down and around her entire crotch region. It felt glorious and Sara could not help but give a quick grind.
Normally, an experience like this shared between these two would require a long chat over more than a few drinks; but they were nothing if not professional. As such, they paused for only a few moments to take a mental picture of each other and the state of the bathroom. They and it were both sopping wet with piss.
Meaghan looked at Sara. Sara’s blue jeans had changed color from light blue to a winter-themed camouflage with varying degrees of navy blue. The shades of blue changed depending on how much Sara had pissed there and how recently she had done so and/or whether Meaghan’s piss had added to the wetness. Sara did have the benefit of a bathing suit on, so she did not look like she’d just stepped off the stage of a wet tee shirt contest like Meaghan did; but her nipples were pointy and happy with the stimulation from Meaghan’s warm piss and the coldness they now experienced.
Meaghan definitely looked a bit more disheveled than her counterpart. Whereas Sara’s bathing suit was built for water and she looked like a Baywatch actress having just come out of the ocean, Meaghan’s shirt clung to every inch of her torso--the slogan on the shirt deformed by the contours of Meaghan’s large chest and her own pointy nipples. Similarly, Meaghan’s white jeans had not fared well either. They had been stained yellow by the urine and tea.
Regardless, both were gorgeous.
“Fuck,” Sara said.
“Fuck,” Meaghan agreed. Meaghan took a deep breath and nodded to Meaghan, silently instructing her to take the lead on the next phase of this adventure.
Although she felt better without 2 lbs of piss in her bladder, the burrito/coffee/bran cocktail was still taking its toll on Sara and she had to shit awfully bad. Gingerly, she took off the wet jeans and lay them on the floor next to her. Then she got to her knees and lay down on the wet towels, careful not to disturb her aching tummy. Once more, she enjoyed the feeling of her own piss mixed with Meaghan’s rubbing against the front of her body. But now she had to focus. She extended her legs and spread them so that the camera could get a good view of her ass. Meaghan walked to the camera to refocus it on the money spot, then returned to Sara’s side and sat down next to her, also focused on Sara’s ass.
Sara took in a deep breath and relaxed all the muscles in her body, including her anus. She had shit on a toilet for all her life, but shitting while lying down was a new thing for her and it felt totally unnatural. So unnatural that nothing happened.
“You okay,” Meaghan whispered?
“I think so. I’m trying, but nothing’s happening.” Sara responded. Meaghan didn’t have any solutions and shrugged accordingly. Sara prided herself on being able to concentrate and get through anything and this would simply be another test of that mettle. She adjusted her body a bit, refocused on just how badly she had to go, and took another deep breath. Then she gave a couple of minor pushes just to get the shit moving and relaxed once more.
This time, the preparations paid off. Sara could feel the shit making its way slowly and methodically down her intestines. It felt like sex in reverse and was quite nice. The progress continued until the turd was resting up against her anus. She took another deep breath and relaxed a third time, now she felt her anus opening up and the shit beginning to inch its way out. However, in very little time, it ran up against the lining of the bathing suit and no amount of relaxation could break that dam.
But Sara liked this feeling and was happy to pause here. She actually tried to look back and see what was happening, but couldn’t make the move work even as flexible as she was. She made a mental note to watch this part of the video carefully and lay back down again on the piss soaked floor and just enjoyed the moment, with the poop slowly sliding through her intestines and anus and pushing up against the bathing suit.
The spell for Sara was broken when Meaghan whispered, “I can see it” in an encouraging way. For her part, Meaghan was watching in awe. Meaghan had no idea about the feelings in Sara’s body, but she gazed avidly as a small bump had emerged from Sara’s anus and had slowly formed into the protruding log now sticking out inches from her roommate’s ass. Adding to the delerium, the smell of the shit hitting the piss-soaked air combined to make Meaghan feel more than a little high. HIgh enough, in fact, that she wanted to experience this with a third sense and she asked, “can I touch it”?
“I guess” replied Sara. Meaghan reached down and poked the bathing suit with her index finger. It was firm, but gave way a bit. Meaghan also saw Sara shudder from the stimulation of the pressure. She went in for a second shot and this time cupped the log in the palm of her hand, moving it up and down and then to the left and right. This really made Sara shudder. It then became clear to Meaghan that, despite the size of the log, Sara was not done and that she was deliberately pausing to prolong the experience. Meaghan gave the log one last wiggle and then returned to spectator status.
Sara had certainly enjoyed the attention and the feeling of the shit simultaneously inside and outside of her body, but the pleasure had peaked and was now veering into discomfort. She took joyous stock of the moment one last time and then gave a push that instantly tripled the size of the bulge. Sara rested the rest of a victorious athlete or viking warrior, gasping with pleasure as the mass had been expelled from her body and now sat resting between her ass and the bathing suit. She lay in this manner with her head in her crossed hands and her eyes closed for over a minute.
Meaghan audibly gasped when she saw the explosion. Not only had the size of the bulge tripled, but so too had the stench. The room was lit. Meaghan went in for several more touches switching her gaze from the bulge to the smile on her roommate’s face as she basked in the glory of her successful mission.
Neither roommate wanted to break this spell, but Meaghan’s stomach had not gotten the memo and let out a loud and prolonged gurgle. Simply put, even though the fact that she was sitting down helped with the pressure, she could not wait much longer. Although Sara would have preferred to wait several more minutes in this state, she had sympathy for Meaghan and was eager to see Meaghan’s half of the show.
Meaghan did not want to move and did not have to move much because she was supposed to poop in a sit up position. So she waited motionless while Sara slowly rose from the floor, first to a girl push up position (hands on the floor, arms outstretched, knees still on the ground and ass in the air with the bulge waiving like a flag) then to her knees in a crawl position. She paused at this point, not sure how to roll over without disturbing the bulge. She decided to carefully let her knees up so that she was on all fours and then roll over in the air so that now she was in a crab position. From that position (only her hands and feet touching the ground and the bulge hovering a few inches from the floor), Sara slowly eased herself down a centimeter a second. She could feel as the bulge contacted the floor and held that position for a second, then continued to descend as the poop smooshed and spread up and down and around her entire crotch region. It felt glorious and Sara could not help but give a quick grind.
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