Under Pressure

So, last time I told you about my first panty pooping experience. Like I said, I couldn't believe how much of a turn on it was. Since the first time I did it, I did it once in the privacy of my own home one evening. It was a few days after my first time, and though it wasn't a large bowel movement (by my standards, anyway), it was my first time doing it on purpose. While it would be nice to have someone to share the experience with, I haven't come across anyone, female or male, who I would dare tell about this new-found joy. Needless to say, I would be mortified if anyone I knew found out and figured I should just keep this to myself.

It was Monday, and the day started like most others. I showered, put on a matching white satin bra and panty set, molding to my every curve as if they were tailor made for me. I turned on the television as I blow dried my hair and makeup then put on a camisole and white pant suit, which is just tight enough to show off my tight ass and killer legs. I fixed myself a quick breakfast of oatmeal, yogurt and coffee, and made my usual commute to work. I parked in my reserved spot in the parking garage (one of the perks of the job), and grabbed my leather briefcase from the seat beside me. Walking into the lobby I saw the usual friendly faces, like Walt, the security guard who I've caught checking me out on more than one occasion.

I pressed the elevator button, glanced at my watch and stood there waiting when I saw Brad, one of our junior partners, emerge from the parking garage door. Ever since that day that I first pooped my panties in the stairwell, he's been even more forward than before. He never said anything to me about it specifically, but it bothers me a little that he might know something. No one else has ever suspected a thing, and that's the way I'd like to keep it.

"Good morning, Rhonda." he asked. "How're things going lately? Working on anything big?"

I certainly was, in a manner of speaking. It has been a week and a half since my last bowel movement, a new personal record. I was constipated for about five of those days, and since then, I've been determined to not let it go until it's as big as it can possibly be. I thought it would happen last night while I was getting ready for bed. I was wearing my usual sleep attire, a white satin and lace nightie, with built in panties. I'd just finished applying some facial cream when I felt the firm mass of poop pressing against my asshole, ready to emerge. I was becoming so horny at the thought of filling my satin panties with a huge shit right then and there. In a rare display of self-restraint, I did my best to make it retreat. I was determined to have the biggest bowel movement possible when I got home from work, and spend the rest of the evening having some messy fun.

"I'm fine, Brad. Nothing I can't handle, just another land transfer deal. Piece of cake." I was, of course, projecting my usual confidence. I'm good at what I do and I'm not shy about it, but this deal is an important one to the firm. A recently deceased, very wealthy landowner with several holdings has left the titles to a series of beneficiaries that he named in his will, some individual and some corporate. One or two of the properties are tied up in litigation and dispute. Needless to say, this is a lot of paperwork even if it isn't the most challenging case. The firm's partners gave it to me because they know that I'll work through it efficiently and without error.

The elevator opened and we stepped in, continuing to make small talk. Brad casually sipped the cup of coffee he was drinking and fiddled with his smartphone until we got to the 31st floor of the building where our firm's offices were.

I waved to Brianna, one of our new interns who was the daughter of one of the senior partners, David. She hadn't worked in our office for long, but seemed to be fitting in quite well. She always has a smile on her face and does her job well; everything you would want from an intern.

"Good morning, Brianna. How was your weekend?" I asked. She wore large, square-lensed glasses and sat with her legs crossed. Her shapely legs, rivaling my own, were visible under the desk. She had a fit yet curvy physique, and clearly worked out often.

"Oh, not bad. I think a few pieces of mail came for you." She said in her usual bubbly demeanor. Her ass was probably as perfect as her legs, I thought, when she got up to retrieve a few pieces of mail that came for me from my mailbox on the wall.

Her skirt was so short, it just barely covered her butt. Her long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail and cut in bangs across her forehead. And the way she sat back down, slowly and leaning forward, I almost suspected she wanted whoever was watching to glimpse her round breasts behind her silky, loose blouse.

She handed me a few pieces of mail that came for me and I walked down the long hallway to my corner office with a jaw dropping view of The Loop. By the time I got there, my need to evacuate my bowels had increased even more. There was a twinge of doubt that I would be able to make it to this evening, but I was determined.

I opened and closed the door behind me, and bent slightly over to place my briefcase beside my desk. I swear, if I didn't straight up again when I did, I would most definitely have shit myself right then and there. My office is by no means small, but if I shit myself in there, someone who walked in the door would instantly be able to tell (my poop tends to smell a lot). I paced in front of my high-rise window, looking at the intersections below packed with bumper-to-bumper morning traffic. They were so small from up here they looked like toy cars. I realized the pacing was not helping my urgency... I thought, maybe if I sit down it will help.

I exhaled ly as I sat down behind my desk. Thankfully, it seemed to provide some relief. I straightened my suit jacket, turned my screen on, proceeded to try and get some work done, but admittedly I didn't work as efficiently as I normally do because of the massive distraction in my bowels, begging for release.

Fortunately, it subsided somewhat as I began to focus on my work, which I did for the next hour or so. I saw a calendar notification pop up on my screen, reminding me of a meeting I had with the other partners in fifteen minutes. I leaned back in my chair and stretched; my stomach tight against my blouse. I felt it with my hand, it seemed bigger than usual. Was I putting on some pounds there, or was it because of all the poop? I certainly hoped it was the latter. If so, this was going to be one impressive load of shit.

I swiveled my chair back to the opposite side of my desk, my pile of mail from this morning still unopened. There were three envelopes, all sealed. I took my letter opener from my cup of pens and sliced open each envelope with precision. The first two were memos from the senior partners. The junior partners use email for correspondence like this, but the senior partners are still stuck in the past and can barely work their smartphones, so they send a lot of interoffice memos around. Think of all the trees that could be saved.

As I sat there, the pressure in my bowels increased even further. At that moment, I was tempted to go and use the toilet, and just get rid of it. Just then, my Outlook calendar chimed with a five-minute meeting notification. Crap. I wouldn't have time to get rid of this monster poop in the bathroom, even if I wanted to. No way I could be late, either. One of the other lawyers whose office is a couple of doors down from mine was late to a meeting once and was publicly shamed by David, accusing him of believing that his time was more valuable than everyone else's.

David called today's meeting to discuss the firm's strategic plan, and if I want to make partner it's very important for me to not only be present at these meetings, but to be well prepared and present well-thought-out ideas. I grabbed my folio and walked hurriedly down the corridor, past the reception desk to the elevator. I mashed the button several times in some misguided effort to make the elevator come quicker.

A minute later, it arrived, and I exited on the 60th floor where our company's majestic boardroom was located. Before I entered the room, I tried to let out a little gas to ease the pressure a bit but the bulbous head of my poop was literally right at my sphincter opening, ready to come out with even the smallest contraction.

I was right on time, and followed the last of the partners in and closed the door behind me. I took my seat at the chair nearest to the door... Just in case. I sat down in one of the antique looking, padded leather chairs which creaked as I sat down in it, clenching my buttocks as I did. I opened my folio and pressed my butt into the seat which I was hoping would again help to offer some resistance.

"Alright everybody, let's get started." said David, who was sitting at the head of the large boardroom table.

"The reason I called this meeting is to discuss the profitability of our firm." He said, taking a sip of hot tea. "Our costs are high, and we need to focus our efforts on building margins of operational and financial safety."

Great, another 'State of Firm Profitability' address. It seems like we have the same meeting every other week. He was about ten minutes into his lecture when I felt a cramp hit me and I bore down even deeper into the seat of my chair, my knuckles white while gripping the armrests. I could feel my asshole begin to open involuntarily, and I realized I was losing the battle. My heart was beating fast and I debated whether I should just excuse myself.

"When faced with declining revenues, I think the best way to grow profits and to defend against predatory competitors is to reduce costs at a faster rate. Maybe lose some people." Brad chimed in, then turned my way. "What do you think, Rhonda?"

I probably looked like a deer in headlights at that moment. I said the first thing that came to my mind. "Well Brad, I believe we need to maintain the firm's capabilities and preserve client satisfaction above all else. We need to retain the talent we have, but perhaps we should implement a hiring freeze for the time being."

"That's a good idea, Rhonda. A hiring freeze, at least for the short term, would help to alleviate some of the financial pressure we're under." David said.

I smiled, giving a single nod, and the conversation continued. If only he knew how much I wanted to alleviate pressures of my own right now. The closest person to me was Brad, but he was about four feet to my left. He would look over my way every so often, but I don't think he suspected anything. The meeting continued for the next several minutes, and I was able to focus on little else than containing the enormous pressure in my bowels.

Although I was quite uncomfortable, whatever pain I was feeling was better than shitting my panties in a room full of my colleagues. The chair was keeping my poop from moving, for the moment anyway. The meeting seemed to be winding down now.

"Even though we're still projecting good things for the time being, forces both under and outside of our control will attempt to erode those profits. We will continue to have discussions over the coming months and monitor the situation closely." David got up from his chair. "Alright, that's it everyone. Thanks for coming."

I started jotting a few notes down in my folio and checked my smartphone, so it would not seem weird if I didn't get up at the same time as everyone else. Once everyone had left the room, I slowly got up from my seat. I clenched my ass cheeks together with all of my might, and standing upright, I put two fingers under my asshole as extra insurance. Thankfully, there was no poop in there... yet.

My bid to emerge from the room without shitting myself was successful but I was feeling even more urgent, thinking "I'm literally bursting and going to poop myself at any moment." As much as I didn't want to, I was just going to go to the bathroom and rid myself of his monster. It was not worth losing my job over.

Thankfully, there was a set of his and hers bathrooms in the lobby by the elevators. I walked towards them at a frenetic pace, my heels clacking on the marble floor as I did. As I was about to push the door open to the ladies' room, David emerged, double checking that he'd zipped up his trousers.

"Ah, Rhonda. Great job in the meeting today, your input was greatly appreciated. And I'm not the only one who thought so." he said with a dry smile.

"Thanks, David. I'm just passionate about our firm and want to see us be able to best our competitors." I said, with a smile and my hand on my rump.

"I was speaking with the other partners at our last executive meeting, and when Bill retires in a few months, there will be an open partner spot." he said as a matter of factly. "Come, take the elevator down with me and we'll discuss further."

So close, yet so far. I couldn't possibly tell the head of the firm that I didn't want to take the elevator with him to talk about a big promotion so I could go and take a huge shit.

"Sounds good, David." I said, pushing the button to summon the elevator. After a few seconds the door opened, and we stepped inside. David pushed the button to the floor where our offices were, and the doors closed.

"So, Bill pulled me aside a couple of weeks back and said he's going to retire soon to spend time traveling with his wife, and I wanted him to stay but he was insistent that he wants to enjoy retirement and see the world... I can't force him to stay, and I'm disappointed he's leaving." he said, and kept droning on and on about Bill wanting to retire.

I half smiled and then grimaced. I wasn't even listening to half of what he was saying, I was just clenching my butt for dear life. All of a sudden, there was a loud thud and then, the unthinkable happened. The elevator suddenly stopped, as did my heart!

"Well, that's just great, I've got a conference call that starts in a few minutes." David said, checking his watch. The elevator was stuck. Honestly, I couldn't even make this up if I tried, I was completely and totally screwed! I whimpered, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"You okay, Rhonda?" David asked.

"Y-yeah, I'll be fine..." I said, trying to put on a brave face. The truth is, I'm claustrophobic and hate elevators even at the best of times. No matter what David did to the buttons, the doors wouldn't open.

I don't know if it was the fear that put me over the edge, but I couldn't hold it for even a second longer. I bit my lip and my eyes watered slightly as I felt my asshole dilate, and the thick column of shit began to crown. The thick, rounded tip of this massive turd was now sandwiched between my butt cheeks. After another few moments, its tip touched the seat of my panties, which were offering some resistance, along with my pants. Its knobby tip felt like it was made of tightly packed together marbles, and felt nearly as hard coming out. My asshole felt like it was stretched to the max, easily a few inches. There was no detectable smell... yet. I prayed that I had some time until the smell would become noticeable.

David was on his cell phone, talking to the security desk. Apparently, elevator malfunctions have happened before, that's what I get for working in an old building. Hopefully David didn't suspect or smell anything. There was now a solid mass of poop in my panties, and it was holding me open. If I were to cough, sneeze, or do anything other than continue clenching, it would be moving out of me quickly and there would be no hiding it whatsoever.

When David looked the other way, I covertly reached under the seat of my pants to feel it. I now had a bulge the size of an orange between my cheeks, and there was absolutely no way that this would go unnoticed. If someone looked at my ass they would know something was there as these pants already left little to the imagination. Worst of all, I still felt very full and knew this was just the beginning. I desperately wanted to continue pooping but knew it would be the end of me if I did, so I held on tight.

I stood as still as I could, clenching for dear life, my back pressed up against the elevator wall. If I couldn't stop pooping, then maybe I could slow it down.

"So, the elevator's just stuck between floors. It shouldn't be long before they get us out, so you can relax." David said.

I did my best to maintain my composure, clenching and squeezing my legs together. Along with the resistance from my tight pants, this thankfully stopped the turd from moving out even more... at least for the moment.

My eyes wandered to a placard to the left of the elevator door, which read: "Should the elevator doors fail to open, do not become alarmed. There is little danger of running out of air or of this elevator dropping uncontrollably. Please use button marked 'alarm' or telephone (if furnished) to summon aid. Elevator companies are on call 24 hours a day for emergency service." Well, thank goodness for that.

I backed up so that I was on the opposite side of the elevator from David, my butt pushed up against the perimeter handrail. Several minutes passed, but my feeling of urgency did not. The feeling of being held open by this massive turd was rather uncomfortable, and I so desperately wanted to alleviate the discomfort. I wouldn't dare while still being trapped in the elevator with the head of the firm.

I looked down at my phone and saw that I had a text from Brianna.

"The crew is working hard to get you unstuck - it should only be another few minutes," read the text. "Just hold on."

I was trying to stave off my panic, and trying to play it cool.

"So, I guess we have a few minutes, we may as well chat while we're waiting." said David, as he put his phone back in the breast pocket of his suit jacket.

"With Bill gone in a little while, I was thinking of promoting you to partner. You've been with us for a while, and are very diligent and good at what you do. You've brought significant business to the firm, and it would be our way of rewarding you on a job well done," he said, and smiled.

If I wasn't trying to keep myself from shitting my pants uncontrollably, I would have been overjoyed with this news. The firm's partners up until this point were all men, and this was the big break I'd been waiting for after years of hard work.

"I thought you'd be more thrilled." said David, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, I am. I'm just claustrophobic and having a hard time--" and my words were cut off by another large thud as the elevator jerked back into motion, and was traveling unencumbered again.

"Well, that was fast. Maybe I won't be late after all." David said, "Rhonda, let's continue this discussion another time, okay? I'll come see you later this afternoon. Maybe we'll have lunch next week. Please book something with my secretary - anywhere you want."

The elevator binged and stopped on the floor where David's office, as well as those of other partners were situated.

"Sounds good, David. Thanks so much." I said, waving as the doors closed as I nervously rode down to my floor alone. As soon as he exited the elevator, the panic I'd suppressed finally hit me as my breathing intensified, and I exhaled deeply, relaxing as the massive turd continued moving into my panties... Six inches, eight inches... my goodness - and it wasn't getting any narrower, either. I felt my butt again, and the bulge underneath it. It was getting to be a size that was impressive, even for me.

I wiped the sweat off my brow as the elevator stopped on my floor, and I prepared to make a beeline down the hall to my office (it was closer than the bathroom, with less risk of being seen). Just then, Brianna stopped me, wanting to make small talk.

"Oh, Rhonda! I'm so glad you're safe! If that was me, I'd have been terrified." she said with a conciliatory tone.

"Thanks. Listen, I really have to get back to my office, I'm late for an important call... we can chat later, okay?" I said with a smile, as my heels clacked on the floors, reverberating through the hallway. As I walked, I could feel the poop putting lots of pressure on my panties, which in turn was starting to push down my pants.

Finally, I made it to my office and hurriedly fished my keys out of my purse and found the one for the office door. My hands trembled as I tried to get the key in the lock. The poop was continuing to move, and knew I would not be able to stop until I had passed this monster turd that was sticking out of my ass.

After what seemed like an eternity, I made it into my office and hurriedly closed the door behind me. My heart was beating like a drum and my head was spinning, but I was finally alone and relief was in sight. I placed my palms flat on the desk, and spread my legs slightly. My panties and pants were providing some resistance, but at last my bowel movement was allowed to continue unhindered.

Sweet, sweet relief. I closed my eyes, biting my lip as my poop continued to move gradually out of my anus, piling up ever higher against my buttocks. This new phase of warm, sticky poop filling the nooks and crannies between my thighs was starting to make me feel rather horny.

I felt my crotch with one hand, and could feel my juices begin to make the front of my pants wet with desire. With the other hand, I surveyed the bulge at my rear and hadn't realized how much I'd pooped.

A large, oblong bulge was pulling the back of my pants taut, like someone had shoved a large cantaloupe down the back of my pants. Shockingly, I knew I wasn't done pooping yet. This was a huge load of shit, and worst of all I was at work, in my office, with no way to escape or hide what I'd done.

All of a sudden, the door began to open. Shit! In my hurry to get into my office, I'd forgotten to lock it behind me.

"Rhonda, I know you said you're busy but I have Mr. Pennington on the li--" Brianna said, holding a file folder in her hand.

Stopping mid-sentence, her jaw went slack, and she dropped the file folder in her hand. My heart leapt into my throat as she looked up and down my rear, undoubtedly noticing the pervasive smell of shit in my office.

"Oh, um... I'll come back later..." she asked, and was about to close the door again.

"Brianna, wait... please... it happened when I was in the elevator, I really had to go and the stress and my claustrophobia got the best of me," I said, thinking fast and praying she believed my tall tale.

"Ummm wow, it really did." she said, removing her glasses as if to study the bulge in better detail. Her gaze was still locked to my rear.

Embarrassed, I turned around quickly to face her, and pulled my blazer down in a futile attempt to cover the bulge. My cheeks were flushed, partly because of my arousal (which was all but gone), but mostly because of my humiliation.

"O-okay, look. I'll tell Mr. Pennington you'll call him back. That way you can go to the bathroom and clean up."

"I'm a complete mess and will assuredly block up the toilet if I get cleaned up here."

"In that case, my new place isn't far from here, we'll get you out of the building and you can shower and clean up there."

"You'd let me do that? What a relief." She seemed sympathetic, and didn't seem to be judging me for what had happened. If only she knew that it wasn't entirely an accident.

"No problem! Just don't make too much of a mess. I spent nearly all day yesterday cleaning."

Brianna went over to the phone and picked up the receiver, and told my land transfer client, Mr. Pennington, that I was unavailable and that I'd call him back tomorrow.

"You can borrow my jacket, at least that will cover your rear." she said, disappearing from my office momentarily, closing the door behind her. She returned moments later with her long coat, and a can of air freshener.

I put on the jacket, tying it up at the front as she sprayed the air freshener liberally throughout the room. It did little to dissipate the odor, only adding a strong, fake floral scent into the mix.

"Okay, my car's on P3. Let's take the elevator and hope not too many people get on."

"Lead the way," I said, as we left my office and I locked the door behind us. As we walked to the elevator, I grimaced as I felt more of my poop once again come knocking. The urgency wasn't bad, but it was enough that I was getting increasingly uncomfortable.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. No one was inside, I guess that's one thing that went right today. We both entered the elevator, and Brianna pressed the button labeled "P3".

The elevator traveled all the way down to the parking floors, and we exited the elevator.

"My car's along the back wall, sorry. It's a bit of a hike." she said, as I followed her closely.

I was trying to walk as normally as possible despite the poop in my panties, and clenching my butt to prevent adding to my problem even more.

We were about halfway there and I stopped in my tracks, and my urgency to go had gone from bad to worse. I was struggling to contain the next phase of my shit, and if I took another step, I knew it would happen.

Brianna turned around, wondering why I'd stopped.

"What's wrong?" she said, and took a few steps back.

"I'm not gonna make it... If I take another step, I'm gonna shit myself again." I said, with a bit of hesitation. Believe me when I say that this was no exaggeration.

"Maybe we should have stopped by the bathroom. Honestly, by the looks of how much was in there, I thought you were done!" she said with a look of surprise on her face.

"It's not like I planned this, y'know... just keep watch while I go between these cars." I said.

"I suppose adding to the mess won't make much difference at this point," she said, stepping aside. "Go between these two SUVs."

Brianna started to make a whole lot of sense, and I went between the two cars and relaxed. It took a second, and an ever so gentle push, and once again my asshole blossomed and a thick turd emerged. This time my poop was a bit softer, so it began to spread out over the bulge that was already in my panties, filling any available nook still free of poop.

It made an audible crackling noise as I felt it pile up close to the waistband of my panties, between my thighs, and forward towards my pussy. I feared that if I pooped any more it would start to exit out the leg holes and would make a complete mess of myself, so I carefully hiked my pants down, exposing the massive bulge at my rear.

It was then that I turned around and saw Brianna staring in fascination at my rear.

"Jesus, you don't have to stare, Brianna!" I said, trying to preserve some modicum of modesty. I was mortified. How was I ever going to continue to work with her?

"How is it possible for one person to poop that much?" she asked.

I hadn't seen the bulge yet, so with some curiosity I turned to catch a glimpse of my panties in the reflection of the black SUV next to us.

The first few inches of my butt cleavage were showing due to how much poop was in my white satin panties, which thankfully, were containing the oblong bulge of poop that was about the size of a bowling ball. I really had produced a massive amount of shit.

"Yeah, well I'm still not done. And I really need to get cleaned up." I said, nonchalantly.

"Not done yet? Well, the damage is already done, I don't really know if any more will make a difference." Brianna suggested logically. She wasn't wrong, and I was rather enjoying the feeling of all this poop in my panties. I was curious to see how big the bulge would get before I was empty.

"There's nowhere else for it to go, Brianna. My pants are providing too much resistance." I said. There may have been some room in my panties yet, but my pants were preventing anything from moving further into them.

"Well, then take them off." she said again, as a matter of factly.

"Brianna, I can't just get naked in the office parking lot. What if someone else came and saw me? Your dad parks right there." I said, pointing to his black Mercedes, which was one row over in the executive parking lot. If I made partner, I'd get to park there too.

"No, no. I meant take your pants off and keep your panties on." What she said made a whole lot of sense.

"Look, go behind my car, do what you need to do, and I'll keep watch until you're done. But give me my jacket back, I don't want to get it dirty." she said, holding out her arm.

I nodded in agreement. What was I doing? This was totally crazy, but SO naughty. And Brianna was indulging my naughtiness, unknowingly. I could feel my cheeks flush with sexual excitement, and my pussy was leaking like a sieve. We approached Brianna's car, a white SUV. I untied the jacket and returned it to her.

"Here's your jacket." I said. I folded it over and handed it to her. She raised it up to her nose and took in a couple of whiffs, probably to make sure it didn't smell before she put it back on. I disappeared behind her car, right in front of the hood. There were a few feet between the car and the wall, and not a soul in sight.

I pulled my pants down to my knees, and as I hiked them down, was relieved to see that there were minimal signs of poop in them. Shockingly, my panties had been able to contain this enormous mess... so far, anyway. It was a good thing I'd worn full cut panties today - bikini panties, or a thong would have been a disaster. I took my hand to feel under and around the bulge, and oh my gosh. This thing was absolutely huge! It was so big that I could not even close my hand around it.

I was presented with a new problem - if I pooped any more into them, they would fall down, or poop would start coming out the sides. I emerged again from behind the car.

"Brianna, I'm not sure how to say this, but my panties are really full. If I go any more, I could make a real mess."

I could almost see the wheels in her brain turning as she thoughtfully tried to help me with my conundrum. Her eyes lit up and she disappeared into her car for a minute, opening up the glove compartment and she pulled out a package of pantyhose.

"Here, if you put these on over your panties, they could keep everything contained." she said, holding out a package of sheer pantyhose. A black pair would have been better, to least minimize the appearance, but they would do.

"Perfect. Brianna, you're a lifesaver." I said, taking the package from her. I ripped open the plastic and removed the pantyhose, and handed the empty package back to her.

I disappeared again behind the car, and kicked off my heels. I began to pull the pantyhose up each leg, hopping about as I did (this is much easier to do while sitting). I was careful to not get any runs in them - force of habit, I guess. Finally, I pulled them up over my bottom and bulging panties, careful to not disturb the load.

I looked over my shoulder again at my butt in the reflection of the car window beside Brianna's. The oblong bulge in my panties was pushing out the seat of the pantyhose quite visibly. Finally satisfied that I could continue, I spread my feet apart and bent my knees slightly. I began to push and felt sweet relief as I deposited even more poop into my already full panties and fresh pair of pantyhose.

Free of the confines of my pants, my poop spread out around the bulge that was already there. Whatever spaces that had not yet been filled with poop now were, and piled up towards the waistband, and forward along the gusset, forming a deep ridge that stopped just shy of my pussy. My poop was now bulging out around the leg-bands of my panties on either side, and completely filled the seat of my pantyhose.

Finally, my asshole closed, and I was in heaven standing there with my panties grotesquely full of poop, fascinating even myself with the sheer amount of poop I was able to produce. I peeked around the side to see if Brianna was still there, and her head was down, texting on her phone. It was an incredible turn on to be standing in my firm's parking lot with the biggest shit I'd ever taken, in my panties, the odor of fresh poop lingering in the air. My pussy was burning with desire and I desperately needed to masturbate.

Brianna tapped her heels on the concrete, and I knew she was growing impatient. I rolled my eyes; my relief would have to wait. I bent over and slipped my heels back on and emerged from between the cars. On the way, I couldn't help but take one more glimpse at my over-filled panties with immense satisfaction which did little to help my horniness.

"All done?" Brianna said, looking up from her phone and depositing it back in her handbag. I nodded embarrassingly. I opened the passenger side door; the car was immaculately clean and still had that new car smell. I felt a little bit bad that I was going to foul it up.

"So... how do you want to do this?" I said, pausing.

"Hmmm, good point. If you sit on the seat, you're going to get poop everywhere and all over my seats. How about I fold the back seats down and you can just stay on your hands and knees?" she said.

"Sure, whatever works for you. I don't want to make a mess of your new car," I said. "It's not a long trip, right?"

"No, about ten minutes away." she said, as she opened the rear driver's side door and lowered the seat down. After she did, I took off my suit jacket so it wouldn't get wrinkled and opened the passenger-side door and crawled in, careful to not disturb the mass within my panties. Brianna came around to the door I'd just entered through. She came and closed the door after me, but not before catching a fresh glimpse (and whiff, I'm sure) of the mess I'd made. Returning to the driver's seat, Brianna started the car and put all the windows down, and put the fan on blast. My face turned beet red, as I quickly realized how pungent the smell had gotten by this point.

Brianna pulled the car out of its parking stall and meandered up the ramps to street level. Something about the way I was sitting there on my hands and knees, with all that poop in my panties made me feel hot and flushed all over again. I waved my butt around, squeezing my thighs together, which caused the poop in the gusset to ooze downward, and spread over my pussy like. The edge of the mound of poop was now cradling my pussy. My need to masturbate was unbearable at this point, but Brianna kept looking back at me in the rearview mirror and if she saw me have an orgasm in her back seat, that would be it for me. I kept perfectly still as I did not want the poop that was covering my pussy to give me an orgasm.

"After you get cleaned up, do you need to get back to the office?" Brianna said, stopping at a red light and adjusting the rear-view mirror for a better look.

"I uh, don't know, Brianna. Honestly, after the kind of day I had, I may just take a cab back to my place."

"Nonsense, Rhonda. I don't mind taking you home. My day's been pretty slow anyway." she said, as she turned another corner.

"That's nice of you, Brianna. I appreciate how understanding you've been, I won't forget it."

It wasn't long before we pulled up in Brianna's driveway. Her new house was a small tan bungalow with an open gable roof, most certainly a step up from the apartment she used to live in. Thankfully for me, it wasn't far from where we worked.

She got out of the car, and opened up the door for me.

"Come, I'll go unlock the door so you can get in quickly before someone sees you." she said, and went up the walk to her front door.

I maneuvered awkwardly out of the car, once again being careful to not disturb the contents of what was in my panties and pantyhose. My heels clacked on the concrete as I waddled up to the front door and closed it behind me. I was greeted with the scent of lemon zest, which was in stark contrast to the overpowering smell of shit in Brianna's car. The house was immaculately clean, and on the left was a dining room with a large table and chairs, and on the right was a modern living room with a large sectional couch and various art on the walls.

"The bathroom's just through the living room, down the hallway," Brianna said, putting her keys in a bowl by the door. "I'll come check on you and see if you need anything."

"Thanks, Brianna." I said, and set my purse on the floor by the entrance as I went down the hallway into Brianna's bathroom.

I pushed the door to the bathroom closed, and finally had the chance to reflect on the events of the day. I pooped my panties at work, during a meeting, in the elevator with my boss, then got caught by my assistant. To say that I'd simply pooped in them would be an understatement; I'd had filled them so completely that they couldn't even contain all the mess, needing the help of a pair of pantyhose to contain it all. But it was so naughty! To say that I was regretful of what I did would only be about half true.

To make matters worse, I was at my assistant's house, in her bathroom with my panties still completely filled to the bursting point with poop. My hair was disheveled, my white camisole was so soaked-through with sweat that it was transparent, with every detail of my breasts visible. I pulled it over my head, and dropped it to the floor. I unhooked my bra, my breasts spilling out from their constraints, jiggling as they settled into place. I ran my hands over my supple cleavage, my nipples hardening in the process.

At last, I was alone and my release was imminent. I stuck my fingers down the front of my panties and began massaging my slick pussy and clit which had already made the front of my satin panties semi-translucent. I pulled my pantyhose more tightly against my butt, causing my poop to spread a few inches in every direction. My clit was swollen and throbbing, and my pussy lips were wet and slippery as my finger slid effortlessly inside. My hips began to buck back and forth against the mass of shit in my panties as my breathing intensified.

"How could you fill your panties with so much shit? You're such a nasty girl." I whispered to myself, as I pulled the back of my waistband further upward, causing the shit to spread out even further.

I began to gyrate my hips, which caused the poop near the front of panties to slide back and forth over my pussy, caressing it like a passionate lover. I humped the huge load of poop, and swiped my fingers rapidly across my clit and bit my lip. After no time at all, I inhaled sharply then let out a moan that was louder than I would have liked. I shuddered in a body-consuming orgasm which sent my body into convulsions as my hand was coated with my juices.

As the pleasure subsided, I turned my back to the mirror to survey the damage, staring in disbelief at the mound of shit. This was, by far, the most poop I'd ever produced. There was a massive ridge of poop in the gusset, several inches deep by my estimation, packed tightly all the way up to the waistband. While the front was not as packed as the back, there was a sizable bulge that extended up my groin. If I wasn't in my assistant's house this would have been exciting, but now, I didn't even know how or where to start cleaning up.

I was relishing the feeling, it seemed like my fun had come to an end. I began to peel the messy pantyhose down my legs slowly. I could feel my sticky poop part with my thighs and some came off onto the hose. I pulled them down to my feet and stepped out of them carefully. Looking at the damage, they were clearly beyond salvage. Sorry, Brianna.

Next came my panties, which I grabbed by the waistband on either side and began pulling them down carefully so as to not disturb the mound of shit in the seat. If it fell onto the floor, it would be a disaster and would no longer be in Brianna's good graces.

My panties were down to my knees when I heard the sound of my phone ringing. Shit! I'd left my purse by the front door. I was sure it was David calling as he said he might come by my office later today. Could I catch a break at any point today?

I wasn't about to the leave the bathroom naked with poop caked all over my ass, and since Brianna had already seen my accident, I figured the best thing to do would be to pull the panties back up, which I did hastily, sending poop squelching further in every direction as the mound of poop inside my panties made contact with my skin once more, accompanied by a pleasant squishing sensation.

I opened the door and scurried back down the hallway, and made it to my purse just as the call was about to go to voicemail. I cleared my throat as I answered the call.

"Hi David, how are you?" I said.

"Hi Rhonda, I'm at your office and no one's here. Did you leave early for the day?" he asked inquisitively.

"Uh, yes sir. I wasn't feeling well so I had to leave. Hope that's ok." I said.

"Oh yes, no problem at all. I had a few minutes between meetings and thought we'd continue our discussion from the elevator this morning. Let's catch up tomorrow." he said.

"Sounds good." I answered back hastily.

"Hope you feel better. Bye for now." he said, and the phone clicked.

I heard footsteps behind me as Brianna emerged from the living room and her jaw fell agape as she stared me up and down.

My face went beet red as I realized I was standing there naked, except for my massively filled panties. My apology couldn't come out of my mouth fast enough.

"I'm so sorry, Brianna. I heard my phone ring and knew your dad would be trying to reach me so I had to answer. I'm so embarrassed, I can't even imagine what you must think of me."

I began to take a few steps back towards the bathroom when I felt Brianna suddenly grab my hand.

"Wait... maybe... you don't have to clean up just yet?" she said shyly, looking down at the ground with a half-smile.

Our eyes locked as my heart began to race. Without any warning, I felt Brianna's hands wrap themselves around my waist, and she pulled me close.

"Rhonda, I..." she said, and looked away only to look back at me with more intensity a few seconds later.

"I don't know, Brianna," I said, wavering. "You're the boss' daughter, not to mention I've probably got about ten years on you."

"Don't worry about any of that, Rhonda... it will be our dirty little secret." Brianna said sultrily. My resistance melted as our lips locked in a passionate kiss. I couldn't help but kiss her back as I pulled her close. She brought one hand up to my left breast, and began fondling it. Her other hand went eagerly to the side of my right ass cheek which she squeezed, being careful to not disturb the mound of shit in my panties too much. My panties were so full, I was sure she must have gotten some poop on her hand.

"You're such a naughty girl... so dirty." she said seductively, breaking our kiss.

My arousal level was off the charts. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, my pussy became flushed and wet as Brianna continued. Her vigorous exploration of my body told me that she wanted this badly. I did too. I dropped my hand to squeeze her ass, which felt firm and supple through her skirt and panties.

Brianna reached behind her back and unzipped her skirt, it hung loose around her hips and with a slight push it fell to the floor. Underneath, she had on a pair of full-cut, red spandex panties with a matching bow on the front. She hastily removed her blouse, revealing a matching bra with a small red bow between the cups that hugged her ample bosom.

"Do you like them?" she said.

"Y-yes," I said, "a lot."

"There's something else I have a feeling you'll like..." she said with a sly grin, as she backed up a few steps and turned her back to me, giving me a nice view of her panty-clad, apple-shaped butt.

She spread her legs, and pushed out her butt which showcased its ideal shape even more. My breathing stopped. The rest of the room disappeared, and my eyes were wide, transfixed on her ass.

Brianna grunted softly, as I watched a log of poop begin to tent out the seat of her panties. Within seconds, they'd pushed down the seat by several inches. She looked back at me over her shoulder with a smile of satisfaction as she pushed again. The bulge in her panties grew, widening and descending as it formed a pleasing, round mass.

"Oh, that feels good... I've had to go all morning. I was going to go to the bathroom after I stopped by your office this morning. But after I saw you fill your panties like you did, I became curious... you seemed to really enjoy it."

"Brianna, it was an accident." I said, quickly trying to save face.

"About as much of an accident as what I'm doing right now." she said, clearly not buying it. Before I could continue to plead my innocence, she grunted softly again.

"Hang on, just a bit more..." she said, with her hands on her knees. The bulge nearly doubled from its previous size, accompanied by an audible crackling sound and a soft, pleasurable moan. The back of her panties were stretched taut as the room was filled with her pungent scent, and mine.

"Oh my! There was more than I thought!" Brianna said with a pleased giggle, giving the bulge a gentle pat.

My heart was pounding like a drum. It was hard for me to conceal the look of shock and excitement from my face.

"Feels really warm... kinda sticky," she observed, "smelly too."

"I kinda... like the way this feels. Rhonda, do you want to feel it?" she said, as she modeled her poop-filled panties for me.

I was in complete disbelief. We were both standing there in her living room, with our panties completely loaded with shit. I'd only ever done this by myself, and never thought I'd ever find someone to share the experience with, but now I had.

"More than anything." I said with a sheepish smile on my face, surprisingly even myself with my own forwardness. Before I knew it, I was right behind her with my hand on her ass, caressing the bulge.

I gripped her load in the palm of my left hand and felt the firm, marbly excrement through her panties. It felt warm and pliable, even through the fabric of her panties. I pushed it gently against her ass as it spread out, as I heard her moan from the sensation. I deeply inhaled the mix of our odors.

With my breasts pushing up against her back through her clothes, I slipped my right hand down the front of her panties and pushed my finger up inside her feeling her hot, wet, neatly shaved pussy.

"Rhonda, I've wanted you since I started... I'm so glad... this is finally happening." she whimpered in between moans, as I continued massaging her slick folds.

She removed my hand from the front of her briefs and pulled me rather aggressively towards the bedroom. On the way, her hips swayed seductively as the bulge in her panties hung low, bouncing as she walked. She opened the door to her nicely decorated bedroom, with a queen sized, four-post bed with a plushy duvet and many pillows atop the mattress. She plopped down on it, laying on her side as I saw the lust surging in her eyes.

"Come, join me." she said sultrily, patting the bed beside her. I crawled on all fours to the bed until my face was just inches from hers. I felt her hot breath on my face as my hand reached behind her to unfasten her bra, which I adeptly did with my right hand. It fell limply from her shoulders and she pulled it off, revealing her creamy white breasts in all their glory. Her nipples were hard and erect. Her breasts were smaller than mine, but not by a lot. I placed my hand on her right breast, cupping her soft, supple flesh as I felt it rise and fall with her excited breathing, then took one of her nipples and began rolling it between my thumb and index finger, triggering another pleasurable moan.

Without any warning, she cocked her head forward, pressing her lips against mine as we began to kiss passionately. Our tongues danced around each other, with my ass held high in the air. With each wiggle of my hips I could feel the load in panties squish against my ass and around my lady parts, as I felt her hands slip down the front of my briefs and she stuck her middle and index fingers into my tight sex. I was already edging close to orgasm, and as her fingers slid inside me. My eyes squeezed shut, and my breathing became a series of gasps. I came almost immediately came as I felt my juices coat her fingers.

My head was spinning, and I was eager to return the favor. I reached behind her and began fondling her tight ass. I felt the generous load of poop through her panties as I grasped it in my palm, and began pressing it down against her ass. It felt doughy and thick, and felt it spread under my splayed fingers as she moaned in delight.

"Mmmmm, that feels nice..." she whispered sultrily against my ear, as I heard her make a subtle grunting noise as I felt a new turd emerge from underneath the mass of poop already in her panties. It was semi-solid, and crackled as it added to her load enough that it felt heavier under my hand.

I mashed my lips against hers, and she responded by kissing me back even harder, as I shoved my tongue down her throat, and slipped my other hand down the front of her panties and I massaged her throbbing pussy. She broke our kiss as she tossed her head back in pure sexual bliss, moaning loudly.

I gently moved my hand in a clockwise pattern around her sopping wet sex, and increased the speed of my movements which made her moan louder. Brianna screamed and moaned louder every time my fingers penetrated her. I pulled my hand away from her ass to focus on her neglected nipples, they were hard and pebbly. She sat fully on the bed which would have flattened the load in her panties completely, as I licked and sucked her nipples like they were desserts.

"I'm close," she whispered. "Turn around, okay?"

Eager to see what she had in store, I remained on all fours on the bed, turning my ass to her. Moments later, she was holding my hips from behind as I felt her groin against my ass. To this point, the bulge was mostly intact, but that was no longer to be as she pressed into me and my load, as I felt it envelop the entire seat of my panties. The feeling was wonderful. She began to grind her pelvis against my ass, humping it and the huge load in my panties, its gooey warmth spreading over my entire ass. It had been mashed up considerably and was like a thick pancake. My arousal was building again as I bucked my hips rhythmically against her groin, as she grinded her clit into my overfilled panties. I realized there was still some poop left in my rectum, so I pushed again. This poop was the softest, and I squeezed every last bit out of my asshole as I reached back and began fingering my own clit.

I cocked my head back and looked at Brianna's face which was flush with arousal, her eyes squeezed shut as she humped my behind. Between my fresh deposit and what was in there already, my shit was forced up my butt crack past the waist band while some pushed out the leg openings.

Neither of us seemed to care, and were completely lost in the moment. She reached high up on my back, feeling her nails digging into my skin as her pelvis sped up, grinding even harder into my poopy ass. I'd never had such dirty, uninhibited sex before, but I was loving every moment of it. Brianna moaned, then inhaled deeply.

"Rhondaaaaaaaaaa!" she cried, as she grabbed her breast with her hand, squeezing it forcefully as her flesh spilled out from between her fingers, her chest heaving in and out, her body convulsing as she had a body-consuming orgasm. I felt her other hand holding the side of my chest tightly. Seeing her so enraptured with pleasure drove me over the edge.

"Cumming!" I announced, fiercely fingering myself as I felt my juices coat my fingers as I moaned loudly with another intense orgasm.

We both collapsed onto the soft bed moments later, each still catching our breath as we came down from the high of what we'd just experienced. I shimmied up the bed atop the plushy pillows, and she joined me, as we stared deeply into each other's eyes.

"That was unbelievably hot," she said. "I've never done anything like that before." She said, echoing my thoughts as well.

"Me neither... truth is, I've kept this dirty little secret of mine for a while. I thought it was something I'd never be able to share with anyone." I said, as I pinned a stray lock of sweaty hair off her forehead behind her ear.

"I'm so glad I did, with you." I said softly, as I planted another kiss on her lips. We cuddled for a little while longer, then began the formidable task of getting cleaned up.

It was hard to tell whose poop was whose, but it had gotten all over her cottony white sheets, which we promptly balled up and put into the washing machine with a healthy serving of detergent.

Next was getting us clean, which was going to be a bit more difficult. Although some poop had escaped my panties onto the bed, there was still an obscene amount still contained within them. What had once been a clean white pair of satin panties were now more brown than white, and to my disappointment they were probably beyond saving. Once in the bathroom, I hiked them down and put them into a garbage bag that Briana had supplied me with. I showered off, using generous helpings of shower gel to return my skin to its original color and to get rid of the odor.

Briana showered after I did, and emerged from the shower with a towel wrapped around her head, and her midriff. She was incredibly sexy, and I could hardly believe that what just happened was reality. It was my wildest sexual fantasy come true, and I wanted more... but she was also the boss's daughter, and it could be career ending for me if David ever found out about what we did today. Not to mention, the embarrassment.

We said our goodbyes not long after, and with a small peck on the cheek, I took a taxi back to my place. On the way home, I decided that no matter how good that felt, that I would not do any of that again. No more pooping myself at work, no more trysts with Briana. It was all way, way, too risky.

The rest of the week was rather uneventful. I passed by Briana's desk every so often. We'd exchange a smile, and a wink here and there, but for the most part we kept pretty poker-faced and tight-lipped about what happened between us. I began to wonder if she was embarrassed about what happened, or regretted it.

On Friday, I was getting packed up for the day, wondering what my plans for the weekend would be, as I heard a knock on my office door. My heart skipped a beat as I saw Briana standing there with her arm resting on the doorway. She looked particularly sexy today, with her hair teased up, with a tight sweater and pencil skirt that did little to hide her curves.

"Hey, uh, Rhonda... I was wondering, y'know, if you're free and maybe want to grab a drink with me after work?" she said, looking down at the floor.

In that moment, you could cut the sexual tension between us with knife.

"I thought you'd never ask." I said, with a smile.

Look, willpower has never been my strength. She looked so hot standing there, and she clearly wanted this as much as I did. We would just have to be careful.

She let out a sigh of relief, followed by a smile.

"Thank goodness! I have to shit so badly," she said, then leaned in and whispered, "I haven't been since Monday."

"Mmmm... me neither. Maybe we should skip the drink then. My place?" I said, feeling a tingle in my loins, as a smile crossed her face.

My dirty little secret became our dirty little secret, and remained just that. We usually spent one night a week together exploring our fetish, and each other. I'd finally found someone to indulge in my dirtiest fantasies with - and we couldn't get enough.