I Didn't Make It To The Bathroom On Time
Inevitablity... Yesterday, Kayla(KaylasFartsAreWet on EP) and I went swimming in the pool at our apartment complex. Naturally, I expected there'd be lots of farting and someone's panties were probably going to get filled. Well, we got down to the pool, which was nicer than I expected. It was a standard in-ground pool, with eight feet being its deepest point and three the most shallow. We were alone, so we set our things on a table and stripped to our swimsuits. After swimming for a while, Kayla proposed a farting contest. After a quick glance around, I agreed. We stood in the shallow end facing each other. After a few seconds, she scrunched her face and bent her knees slightly.
There was a very quiet single pop beneath the water, and a small bubble rose to the top of the water a second later behind Kayla. Eager to get far ahead, I spread my legs a little. I turned around, my butt facing Kayla. I bent forward ever so slightly at my hip, and sucked in through my butt hard. Then, I pushed out even harder. I farted; a long wet fart that bubbled for a couple of seconds before allowing the final, biggest bubble to come to the top of the pool. It popped and I sighed with relief, turning back to Kayla and rubbing my stomach. She rubbed her own, and bent forward like I had. She opened her mouth slightly, and I could see her pushing. All at once a big fart came out of her, causing the water behind to bubble massively for a small period of time. She followed up her mass of bubbles with a couple of small ones before sighing and grinning at me. I spread my buttcheeks a little bit, and pushed again.I instantly tensed my butt, alarmed.
"I have to take a shit," I said to Kayla, tensing my butt closed. I could feel a load moving down toward my butthole, ready to leave my body.
"Just do it in the pool," Kayla replied, "Or lose the contest."
I hesitated for a second. I'm not a fan of being challenged, but I had to poop kind of badly now.
"What happens if I lose?" I asked her, standing in the pool water. She pondered for a second.
"If you lose, I get to give you a wedgie while you have a load in your panties." She said back. I wanted to argue, but I guessed the deal was fair enough, "Or you could just poop your swimsuit, we're the only ones here Meagan."
I looked around, and she was right. That didn't mean that no one would show up though. I steeled my nerves, and pushed. I felt some air bubbles move past my load and slip between my buttcheeks. A small one, then a slightly bigger one, then a huge fart. The last one was so loud that I'd bet you could have heard it outside of the pool. I looked back at Kayla.
"Not good enough," she responded.
"Awhh c'mon..." I moaned, holding my butt with my right hand. Kayla turned, and ripped a huge fart made of small bubbles for about four seconds.
"Hey Meagan, look," she said. I looked at her back, and I saw her muscles tense. Slowly, I saw her swimsuit bulge beneath the chlorinated water. She sighed, and I saw her lime green swimsuit bottoms(which were struggling to keep that massive ass of hers contained) relax for a second before another log poked into them. Steadily, the water around her turned a light brown with a hint of yellow. After the second log was done, her swimsuit relaxed once more. By now, the water for about a foot around her was a bit darker brown. She turned back to me, with a taunting smile on her face.
"You know I don't do this stuff in public..." I said nervously, glancing around the pool.
"Then admit it, you lost," Kayla said to me. That was it. I pushed hard, and ripped a big wet fart, followed by a bunch of little ones. I felt so relieved, and by the sixth second of consecutive farting, I knew I'd gained the lead. The farts went to eight seconds, Kayla's jaw slightly ajar by then. My body let my urine go, and the water warmed around me as I farted. I sighed aloud, giving her the same evil grin she'd given me. The water around her had a dirty look to it now, her load contaminating the pool water. My victorious feeling was drained from me within a few seconds though, as a wave of stomach pain cascaded over me. I bent over a little bit, holding my churning stomach. My butthole opened, and I felt a log poke at the seat of my swimsuit. I moaned quietly, tensing hard. Suddenly, Kayla grabbed me in a bear hug. She knew what was going on. She hugged my tight, squeezing my stomach. A little bit more of the log poked out before I shook free of her. As she moved through the water, her brown trail became a little more diluted with each passing minute. Little particles had begun to leak out of the legholes into the water, and a stain bigger than a softball showed in the middle of her swimsuit's butt.
I moved through the water toward the stairs out, each step causing my load to come out more than more. I got up them, practically shitting myself as I ran toward the girls' individual bathroom by the pool. I grabbed the handle, and yanked on the door, only to find it locked. Dreadfully, I stared at the "Out of Order" sign on the bathroom door that I hadn't bothered to take note of thirty minutes earlier when I'd come to the pool. I heard Kayla get out of the water, and my mind ran to the three flights of stairs of long elevator ride I'd have to endure to get up to my room.
Presumably this thought, although it may have been all of the circumstances, made my body give up. My sphincter disobeyed my demands, and I felt a sharp pain as my buttcheeks spread and began pushing out my poop. The swimsuit began to fill fast, the stretchy material outlining my wet mush of a load perfectly, A cylindrical bulge began to appear right at the butthole of my swimsuit, and it steadily moved over the cheeks and up the crack. I heard it start to drip, part of my load coming out as liquid diarrhea. The back of my black and white OP swimsuit was stained, a puddle building near my privates as the load filled more and more of the tiny swimsuit. It was a very loud, wet load; with lots of wet farts bubbling out amidst the mush.Mortified, I moved behind the corner of the womens' bathroom, shielding myself from the windows of nearby apartments. The legholes began to widen and the swimsuit itself began to sag before my body was done pushing out its load instinctively. I was squatting by the end slightly, although I'm not sure at which point during the whole ordeal my body had taken this position.
I stood up slightly, brown trails of liquid running down my legs. I felt the mushy load in seat of my panties, only to find that it covered the entire back around my buttcrack.
I turned and saw Kayla, only a couple of feet away, approaching me. The water near the steps in the pool swirled with her brown trails she'd left on her way out.
"I think you lost," she said, smiling at me. I held my swimsuit up, glaring at her. I found that odd feeling of wanting to masturbate that I only get rarely from pooping myself poking at me. I ignored it, but it pulled at my stomach as Kayla stared at me. I guess it was the feeling of rebelliousness and dirtiness that did it.
"I guess I did..." I said weakly, looking at the light brown puddle around my feet on the white concrete.
'"Wedgie time," She said back, raising her hands and taking the last necessary steps toward me.
"Wait, wait," I said, holding up my free hand. She stopped, and I continued, "Let me take before and after pictures for the people on Experience Project."
I could see her mulling it over, and after a few seconds, she agreed. We went to the elevator not far from the pool, my towel wrapped around me. I had to keep pulling my swimsuit up, otherwise chunks would fall out every few steps. Whilst in the elevator, the urge to finger myself was still there. I realized how strange we looked, two almost adult girls waiting in an elevator in swimsuits that they had just filled with poop. We got to the third floor, and after making sure the hallway was clear, raced down the hall to my apartment. I got the door open, grabbed my camera from by my couch, and went into the bathroom, Kayla closed the door behind her and waited quietly. After carefully slipping off the swimsuit, I could feel a congealed part of the load stay stuck to my buttcheeks as I lowered them. I laid the full bottoms on the toilet, and took the picture. Then I slowly slid them back on, only leaving one brown streak on the inside of my left leg.I opened the bathroom door, and beckoned Kayla in. Mentally, I was preparing myself for what happened next.
"In the shower," I said, as Kayla got ready to get her victory wedgie.
"Fine," She replied. I could tell she was excited. I stepped into the shower, and faced my butt and stuffed swimsuit bottom toward her.
"Do I get a count-down, or-" Before I finished, I felt her hands grab the waistband of my swimsuit and yank upward in one fluid motion. The stretchy material stretched quickly, my load practically pouring out of the legholes of my swimsuit. I felt my load get smashed into my buttcrack, spreading across the seat of my swimsuit. Pieces of poop splattered loudly into the bottom of the tub, and I felt my swimsuit cut through the last of my load and into my buttcrack as Kayla's hands were almost level with my shoulderblades. I moaned loudly and it turned quickly into a half scream as she yanked me almost off my feet by my messy swimsuit. My eyes wide and buttcrack pulsing with pain, I felt Kayla let go of my swimsuit. I knelt down slightly over the dirtied tub, holding my butt in pain.
"You alright?" I heard Kayla say behind me.
"Yeah... Fair's fair," I remarked, turning and looking up at her. I stood all the way up, looking down at the smile on her face. I remembered that she had pooped herself too. I pulled my swimsuit, now black and brown, out of my buttcrack slowly. Small pieces of poop fell into the tub as I did. Then, moving as quickly as possible, I pushed Kayla. She fell backwards into a sitting position on the tile floor of my bathroom. All at once her load was crushed against her huge booty, and brown liquid spattered around her where she sat and poop oozed from the legholes of her lime green bottoms, now entirely brown on the seat. She glared at me, but I could tell she wasn't that mad. She told me she wasn't helping me clean up though, and went to her own apartment to clean herself up not long after.
There was a very quiet single pop beneath the water, and a small bubble rose to the top of the water a second later behind Kayla. Eager to get far ahead, I spread my legs a little. I turned around, my butt facing Kayla. I bent forward ever so slightly at my hip, and sucked in through my butt hard. Then, I pushed out even harder. I farted; a long wet fart that bubbled for a couple of seconds before allowing the final, biggest bubble to come to the top of the pool. It popped and I sighed with relief, turning back to Kayla and rubbing my stomach. She rubbed her own, and bent forward like I had. She opened her mouth slightly, and I could see her pushing. All at once a big fart came out of her, causing the water behind to bubble massively for a small period of time. She followed up her mass of bubbles with a couple of small ones before sighing and grinning at me. I spread my buttcheeks a little bit, and pushed again.I instantly tensed my butt, alarmed.
"I have to take a shit," I said to Kayla, tensing my butt closed. I could feel a load moving down toward my butthole, ready to leave my body.
"Just do it in the pool," Kayla replied, "Or lose the contest."
I hesitated for a second. I'm not a fan of being challenged, but I had to poop kind of badly now.
"What happens if I lose?" I asked her, standing in the pool water. She pondered for a second.
"If you lose, I get to give you a wedgie while you have a load in your panties." She said back. I wanted to argue, but I guessed the deal was fair enough, "Or you could just poop your swimsuit, we're the only ones here Meagan."
I looked around, and she was right. That didn't mean that no one would show up though. I steeled my nerves, and pushed. I felt some air bubbles move past my load and slip between my buttcheeks. A small one, then a slightly bigger one, then a huge fart. The last one was so loud that I'd bet you could have heard it outside of the pool. I looked back at Kayla.
"Not good enough," she responded.
"Awhh c'mon..." I moaned, holding my butt with my right hand. Kayla turned, and ripped a huge fart made of small bubbles for about four seconds.
"Hey Meagan, look," she said. I looked at her back, and I saw her muscles tense. Slowly, I saw her swimsuit bulge beneath the chlorinated water. She sighed, and I saw her lime green swimsuit bottoms(which were struggling to keep that massive ass of hers contained) relax for a second before another log poked into them. Steadily, the water around her turned a light brown with a hint of yellow. After the second log was done, her swimsuit relaxed once more. By now, the water for about a foot around her was a bit darker brown. She turned back to me, with a taunting smile on her face.
"You know I don't do this stuff in public..." I said nervously, glancing around the pool.
"Then admit it, you lost," Kayla said to me. That was it. I pushed hard, and ripped a big wet fart, followed by a bunch of little ones. I felt so relieved, and by the sixth second of consecutive farting, I knew I'd gained the lead. The farts went to eight seconds, Kayla's jaw slightly ajar by then. My body let my urine go, and the water warmed around me as I farted. I sighed aloud, giving her the same evil grin she'd given me. The water around her had a dirty look to it now, her load contaminating the pool water. My victorious feeling was drained from me within a few seconds though, as a wave of stomach pain cascaded over me. I bent over a little bit, holding my churning stomach. My butthole opened, and I felt a log poke at the seat of my swimsuit. I moaned quietly, tensing hard. Suddenly, Kayla grabbed me in a bear hug. She knew what was going on. She hugged my tight, squeezing my stomach. A little bit more of the log poked out before I shook free of her. As she moved through the water, her brown trail became a little more diluted with each passing minute. Little particles had begun to leak out of the legholes into the water, and a stain bigger than a softball showed in the middle of her swimsuit's butt.
I moved through the water toward the stairs out, each step causing my load to come out more than more. I got up them, practically shitting myself as I ran toward the girls' individual bathroom by the pool. I grabbed the handle, and yanked on the door, only to find it locked. Dreadfully, I stared at the "Out of Order" sign on the bathroom door that I hadn't bothered to take note of thirty minutes earlier when I'd come to the pool. I heard Kayla get out of the water, and my mind ran to the three flights of stairs of long elevator ride I'd have to endure to get up to my room.
Presumably this thought, although it may have been all of the circumstances, made my body give up. My sphincter disobeyed my demands, and I felt a sharp pain as my buttcheeks spread and began pushing out my poop. The swimsuit began to fill fast, the stretchy material outlining my wet mush of a load perfectly, A cylindrical bulge began to appear right at the butthole of my swimsuit, and it steadily moved over the cheeks and up the crack. I heard it start to drip, part of my load coming out as liquid diarrhea. The back of my black and white OP swimsuit was stained, a puddle building near my privates as the load filled more and more of the tiny swimsuit. It was a very loud, wet load; with lots of wet farts bubbling out amidst the mush.Mortified, I moved behind the corner of the womens' bathroom, shielding myself from the windows of nearby apartments. The legholes began to widen and the swimsuit itself began to sag before my body was done pushing out its load instinctively. I was squatting by the end slightly, although I'm not sure at which point during the whole ordeal my body had taken this position.
I stood up slightly, brown trails of liquid running down my legs. I felt the mushy load in seat of my panties, only to find that it covered the entire back around my buttcrack.
I turned and saw Kayla, only a couple of feet away, approaching me. The water near the steps in the pool swirled with her brown trails she'd left on her way out.
"I think you lost," she said, smiling at me. I held my swimsuit up, glaring at her. I found that odd feeling of wanting to masturbate that I only get rarely from pooping myself poking at me. I ignored it, but it pulled at my stomach as Kayla stared at me. I guess it was the feeling of rebelliousness and dirtiness that did it.
"I guess I did..." I said weakly, looking at the light brown puddle around my feet on the white concrete.
'"Wedgie time," She said back, raising her hands and taking the last necessary steps toward me.
"Wait, wait," I said, holding up my free hand. She stopped, and I continued, "Let me take before and after pictures for the people on Experience Project."
I could see her mulling it over, and after a few seconds, she agreed. We went to the elevator not far from the pool, my towel wrapped around me. I had to keep pulling my swimsuit up, otherwise chunks would fall out every few steps. Whilst in the elevator, the urge to finger myself was still there. I realized how strange we looked, two almost adult girls waiting in an elevator in swimsuits that they had just filled with poop. We got to the third floor, and after making sure the hallway was clear, raced down the hall to my apartment. I got the door open, grabbed my camera from by my couch, and went into the bathroom, Kayla closed the door behind her and waited quietly. After carefully slipping off the swimsuit, I could feel a congealed part of the load stay stuck to my buttcheeks as I lowered them. I laid the full bottoms on the toilet, and took the picture. Then I slowly slid them back on, only leaving one brown streak on the inside of my left leg.I opened the bathroom door, and beckoned Kayla in. Mentally, I was preparing myself for what happened next.
"In the shower," I said, as Kayla got ready to get her victory wedgie.
"Fine," She replied. I could tell she was excited. I stepped into the shower, and faced my butt and stuffed swimsuit bottom toward her.
"Do I get a count-down, or-" Before I finished, I felt her hands grab the waistband of my swimsuit and yank upward in one fluid motion. The stretchy material stretched quickly, my load practically pouring out of the legholes of my swimsuit. I felt my load get smashed into my buttcrack, spreading across the seat of my swimsuit. Pieces of poop splattered loudly into the bottom of the tub, and I felt my swimsuit cut through the last of my load and into my buttcrack as Kayla's hands were almost level with my shoulderblades. I moaned loudly and it turned quickly into a half scream as she yanked me almost off my feet by my messy swimsuit. My eyes wide and buttcrack pulsing with pain, I felt Kayla let go of my swimsuit. I knelt down slightly over the dirtied tub, holding my butt in pain.
"You alright?" I heard Kayla say behind me.
"Yeah... Fair's fair," I remarked, turning and looking up at her. I stood all the way up, looking down at the smile on her face. I remembered that she had pooped herself too. I pulled my swimsuit, now black and brown, out of my buttcrack slowly. Small pieces of poop fell into the tub as I did. Then, moving as quickly as possible, I pushed Kayla. She fell backwards into a sitting position on the tile floor of my bathroom. All at once her load was crushed against her huge booty, and brown liquid spattered around her where she sat and poop oozed from the legholes of her lime green bottoms, now entirely brown on the seat. She glared at me, but I could tell she wasn't that mad. She told me she wasn't helping me clean up though, and went to her own apartment to clean herself up not long after.
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