Grace's Accidents

Grace was a 45-year-old divorcee who was often bored and desperate for excitement. She had grown up in a small town in the Midwest, with a younger sister. Her parents were strict but loving, and they raised their daughters to be polite, prim, and proper.

This was deeply instilled in Grace. From a young age, she had always been a bit of a perfectionist. She was meticulous about her appearance, always making sure her hair was perfectly styled and her clothes were spotless.

When she met the man who would become her husband, they fell in love quickly, and within a year they were married. For a while, everything seemed perfect. They bought a beautiful house in the suburbs, and Grace threw herself into decorating and maintaining it.

But as the years went by, their relationship began to deteriorate. Her husband worked long hours and frequently went out of town on business, causing them to drift apart. Eventually, they realized that they were no longer in love. They divorced amicably, but Grace was left feeling lost and alone. Thankfully, they didn’t have any children, which made their divorce easier.

After their divorce, Grace threw herself into her work, hoping to distract herself from her loneliness. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.

When she was married, she worked out a few times a week. But Grace had let herself go in recent years, and some would say she became more curvy in all the right places. Her toned and slender figure had given way to more pronounced curves and a fuller, more voluptuous frame. Her hips had widened, giving her a bigger, rounder, heart shaped butt. She had always been busty, and with her weight gain her breasts had grown fuller, with her bra size increasing a few cup sizes from 34D to 34G. She had long toned legs, and thankfully, her tummy was still mostly flat.

With her newfound physique, Grace struggled with body image issues, feeling insecure and self-conscious about her appearance. However, Grace underestimated her beauty. Her face is defined by high cheekbones, full lips, and bright, green expressive eyes that sparkle. She has long, wavy hair that falls in soft waves around her face, making her a beautiful woman to look at.

Since she stopped working out, it also caused her metabolism to greatly slow down, creating long periods between her bowel movements. This made her feel uncomfortable and bloated at times, and often felt constipated. Due to the size of her bowel movements, smaller toilets would not do the trick when it finally came time for her to poop, so she often avoided public bathrooms in fear of blocking them up and causing a scene. It was a source of embarrassment for her, and dared not mention it to anyone, even her doctor.

These days, she has no real hobbies to speak of. She spends her days working at a local insurance company and her nights alone in her apartment with her cat, usually watching Netflix or curling up with romance novels. She tried dating, but nothing seemed to click, which only added to her frustration both sexually and with relationships in general. The men she met either bored her or were too creepy for her liking, or were only interested in one thing. So, she resigned herself to a life of solitude and routine. Things were simple, and uncomplicated, albeit a bit boring.

Even though she no longer lives in a house, Grace still takes great care of her dwelling. Her apartment is spotless, with everything neat and in its place. She spends a good deal of time each day cleaning and organizing. While her attention to detail and organization may seem admirable, it often causes her stress and anxiety.

This anal retentiveness also affects her bathroom habits. She goes days, sometimes even weeks without pooping. Sometimes, this is by choice. If she is at work, or out in public, the thought of using dirty public facilities is abhorrent to her. This was never an issue - until today.

It was a typical weekend day for Grace. She was bored, desperate for something to do, meandering aimlessly through a department store at a local shopping mall. She wore a flowery summer dress, with a white bra and white cotton panties underneath. She had always taken pride in her appearance, and today was no exception. Her makeup was flawless, and her hair was styled in loose waves that framed her face. She took a turn down one of the aisles, and wandered into the lingerie section. As she perused the racks of delicate lace and satin, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. It had been close to a year since she had sex with anyone, and she longed for someone to share intimate moments with again, someone to put on lingerie for and feel desired by.

The thought of being alone and unloved in such a sensual setting was depressing for her. Grace knew she needed to find love again, to find someone who would appreciate her for who she was, idiosyncrasies and all, and cherish her in every way. She continued to wander through the lingerie section, dreaming of the day when she could again share her body with someone special.

Today, she was feeling optimistic. She would find love again. She decided she would indulge her optimism by picking up a few items in advance of whenever that day came. Walking up and down the racks of lace, satin, and silk apparel, she chose a few items: a delicate black lace bralette with matching panties, a deep red satin slip, and a sheer white robe with feather trim.

Grace stepped into a nearby changing room with her selections, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. She slipped off her clothes, revealing her naked, voluptuous physique in the full-length mirrors on three sides of the room.

Grace looks at herself up and down in the mirror. She sees her curves and her fuller figure, and can't help but feel a sense of disappointment. Her breasts are larger than they used to be, and her hips are certainly wider. She turns around, looking at her backside in the mirror, and sees the roundness of her butt.

But as she looks closer, she starts to see the beauty in her new curves. Her hips give her a feminine silhouette, and her breasts are full and soft and don’t sag much. Her tummy is still mostly flat, and she has long, toned legs that look strong and healthy.

Grace's eyes moved up to her face, and she saw the bright sparkle in her eyes. She noticed the high cheekbones that gave her face a sculpted look, and the fullness of her lips. She ran her fingers through her long, wavy hair, admiring the softness of the strands.

As she stood there naked, she tried to see herself in a new light. How could anyone else find her attractive, if she didn’t find herself attractive first? Although her body was different than it used to be, she felt a sense of acceptance that she hadn't felt in a long time.

First, she slipped on the delicate black lace bralette and matching panties, feeling the soft lace hug her curves in all the right places. Her breasts spilled over the cups, giving a tantalizing view of her cleavage. She turned around to check out her backside in the mirror and was dismayed by how skimpy the panties were, leaving little to the imagination. Her thoughts were interrupted by a dull pain in her abdomen, as she began to feel the effects of the Indian takeout dinner that she had enjoyed yesterday evening, and admittedly, overindulged in. Once she was done shopping, she would head home to use the bathroom, she thought.

Next, she put on the deep red sheer slip, feeling the smooth fabric glide over her hips and thighs. The slip hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her figure. This one she liked better, as it wasn’t as revealing. She couldn't help but admire herself in the mirror, feeling sexy and confident in her new lingerie. She felt another ache in her bowels, realizing how full she was. She knew what this full feeling meant - she had to poop, and it was going to be big. She had been constipated for just under a week, and this morning had tried to go without success. Apparently, last night’s dinner had gotten things moving at the worst possible moment. Still, she felt like she had time and decided to try on the last item she’d chosen before going to the cashier.

Finally, she put on the satin white robe with feather trim, feeling the soft feathers brush against her skin. The robe was sheer enough to show off her curves and suppleness of her bosom, but opaque enough to leave something to the imagination. She really liked the way this one looked, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it came with full-cut matching satin panties, which she did not see when she pulled it off the rack. She stepped into each of the leg holes, pulling them up over her butt with a snapping sound. She could feel the soft, shiny fabric hug her ample curves in all the right places. She turned around, looking at her butt from all angles in the fitting room. Although they were on the tight side, the panties provided full coverage for her round derriere, making her feel both comfortable and sexy.

As Grace tied the robe around her waist, probably a bit more firmly than she should have, she felt an even sharper pang in her bowels which made her need to go reach peak urgency. It was time to leave, and hopefully get back home before she had an accident. She tried to ignore it, but the sensation grew stronger and stronger until she couldn't ignore it any longer. Sweat began to form on her brow as clenched her butt cheeks together.

Panic set in as she realized there was no way she was going to make it home in time. Her heart began to race as she realized she was trapped, with no way to relieve herself. She bent over to pick up her clothes, as well as the ones that she’d been trying on, and gathered them all into a bunch.

As she stood upright, a final sharp pain washed over her stomach and bowels. She tried to hold it in, but the pressure was too much. Grace's face flushed with embarrassment as she realized what was happening. She let out a small moan as an enormous turd began to emerge from her anus. Grace winced as it came out of her, first an inch, then two, feeling just as wide as it was long. She put her hands on her cheeks and pushed them together in a last ditch attempt to stop what was happening, but it was no use.

She could feel her poop slide out between her cheeks and a few moments later it started to push against the seat of her panties. It moved slowly, but gained speed as her panties began to sag lower and lower. They stretched around a large mass of poop, slithering out of her like a thick, stinky snake.

She buried her face in her hands, she couldn’t bear to watch. She was well past the point of no return as she kept pooping, feeling the warm poop spreading out around her butt, filling up her panties and creating a huge bulge in the seat of her pants. It was about then that the pungent smell of her poop hit her nose.

With her butt to the mirror, she slowly lifted the back of her robe to survey the damage. This revealed a large bulge that had spread throughout her panties. Worst of all, it was in a pair of panties that she hadn’t even bought yet!

She was mortified. She had never had an accident before, and this was no small accident either. The sheer size and density of it made her feel flush with embarrassment.

Grace looked around frantically, trying to come up with a plan. She knew that she had to get home as soon as possible to clean up, but she also knew that she couldn't leave the bathroom in her current state.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps outside the fitting rooms, and a department store employee knocked on the door.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Is everything okay in there?" she asked.

Grace froze, not knowing what to say. Her anus puckered shut, even though she knew she was not done pooping yet.

The employee noticed the smell and recoiled in disgust. "Oh my god, what is that smell?" she exclaimed.

She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as she realized that the smell had permeated the entire row of fitting rooms.

Grace's face flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't bring herself to answer. She couldn't bear the thought of someone seeing her in this state.

“Ma’am, please open this door right now,” she insisted, as she continued knocking on the door.

Grace knew that she had no choice but to face the employees, even though she was embarrassed beyond belief. She gathered her things and opened the door.

The employee took one look at her backside through her reflection in the mirror and held her nose, recoiling in disgust. She could see Grace’s panties hanging low, the seat completely filled with poop and they were horrified by the sight, especially since they recognized that it was in a garment from their store. Grace was mortified, her hands over her mouth and couldn't bring herself to move. Frozen in place, she was unable to process what was happening.

“I-I’m so sorry,” she stammered. “It was an accident, I had an upset stomach… it came out of nowhere.”

"That may be the case ma'am, but you need to leave the store," the employee said, her voice filled with disgust. "This entire row of fitting rooms stinks to high heaven. There are public restrooms just by the entrance, you know.”

Grace could only nod, her face red with embarrassment. She realized that using the bathroom and blocking up the toilet would have been preferable to the predicament she found herself in. She quickly gathered her things and handed the other lingerie sets she’d been trying on to the employee, feeling more shame than she had ever felt before.

"I'm sorry, but you’ll need to pay for what you’re wearing. They're completely soiled," the clerk said with a look of disgust on her face, as Grace exited the room, and the clerk began to escort her back to the counter, holding her nose the whole way.

If it was possible, Grace's face turned even more red as she realized that she had no choice but to pay for the massively soiled lingerie. She fumbled through her purse, feeling her poop shifting around in her panties as walked to the checkout counter.

She finally found her wallet and handed over her credit card, praying that no one else would notice.

“I’ll need the tag from the garment you're wearing," she said, her voice laced with disgust, as she pulled out a white paper shopping bag with handles.

“Right, sorry, let me see if I can find it,” she said. She fumbled around her robe, praying she would find it there, then felt a wave of shame wash over her as she realized that the tag was indeed attached to her soiled panties, and started back to the fitting room, her head hung low in shame.

But just as she was about to enter the fitting rooms, the clerk called out to her. "Ma'am, wait!" she said, holding the dress she’d been wearing earlier. "You can’t leave like this. Please change back before you go."

Grace had some relief as she took the dress and hurriedly made her way to the fitting room, trying her best to avoid eye contact with the other shoppers.

As Grace waddled her way back to the fitting rooms, she overheard a group of teenagers standing nearby. They were laughing and joking, and she could feel their eyes on her as she walked past.

And then, she heard it. One of the boys said, "Damn, she dumps like a truck!" His friends all erupted in laughter, as if it was the funniest thing they had ever heard.

Grace felt a surge of anger and hurt. How could they be so cruel? Didn't they realize how much they were hurting her?

She turned to face them, her eyes blazing with fury. "What the hell is your problem!?" she spat.

The boys looked taken aback, as if they hadn't expected her to confront them. But then, one of them started to laugh again. "Chill out lady, it was just a joke."

Grace felt her blood boil. "A joke? You think it's funny to make fun of someone for something they couldn’t control?"

She didn’t even wait to hear their reply, as stomped back to the fitting rooms. Once she was inside, she locked the door and made her way to the mirror.

She took off the robe and let it fall from her arms, as she got a full view of the accident she had in her panties. She really had produced a large amount of poop.

“My god, they were right… how could you poop that much, Grace?” she said, in a quiet whisper, ashamed that she had not tried harder to go this morning.

The top of her crack was visible, as the panties sagged under the weight of the sizable load. It looked like she had a large grapefruit in the back of her underwear. There was something aesthetically pleasing to how big and round the bulge was, and to her amazement, she knew she still had more inside her. She needed to get home and use the toilet.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the jeers and laughter of the other shoppers outside. "Did you see the size of her accident!" one of them shouted.

"I can't believe she’s just walking around like that, it’s so nasty!" another added.

After locating the tag and slipping her dress over her head, she scurried back to the counter, as quickly as she could without disturbing her mess, trying her best to avoid the other shoppers.

The smell of the poop was overwhelming now, and even though her soiled panties were not visible, Grace could feel the eyes of the other shoppers on her. She wanted nothing more than to disappear, to be home and out of the judging gaze of the public. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the clerk found the tag and scanned it before handing it back to Grace.

“That will be $74.78 including sales tax. Cash, or charge card?” asked the employee.

Grace handed the employee her credit card, and after the receipt came out of the printer, she nearly ripped it from her hand and started to make a beeline to the exit.

As she walked through the store, she could feel the poop squishing around in her panties. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but at the same time, her heart was racing… she couldn't help but feel a sense of… excitement? With her head awash with strange thoughts, she walked as quickly as she could to the entrance of the store.

Grace hurried out of the mall, trying to keep her head down and avoid any further attention. She could feel the mess squishing around in her panties with every step she took, and she knew that she needed to get out of there as soon as possible.

As she made her way back to her car, she could feel the stares of passersby on her. Whether that was in her mind, or in reality, she needed to get home - and soon. The last thing she wanted to hear were any more embarrassing comments and jeers at her expense.

When she finally reached her car, she fumbled with her keys, and quickly opened the trunk to grab an old towel that was in there from a recent trip to the beach. Slamming the trunk shut, she went to her driver’s side door, and unlocked it.

As Grace was putting the towel down on her seat, she bent over to ensure that it was properly positioned over all corners of the upholstery. As she did so, she felt the mess in her panties squish and spread out even further.

The need to continue her bowel movement was growing more urgent. She hesitated for a moment, but then a thought crossed her mind. Her panties were already messy, so why not keep going?

She looked around making sure no one was around. The coast was clear, so she pushed, feeling the rest of her poop come out and fill her panties even more. It came out in one long, thick log that coiled around in her panties. It was a softer consistency, and she could hear it crackling as it became one with the large mass of poop already contained within them. She let out a gasp as she felt the sensation.

Feeling curious, Grace lifted up the back of her skirt to see exactly how big it was, sticking out her butt slightly to see its reflection in the driver's side mirror. She gasped under her breath at the sight. The bulge was now more than six inches in diameter, probably bigger than a cantaloupe - but it was not completely round, and had taken on an oblong shape, with the harder, marbley parts sticking out further than the softer parts of it. It was easily the most she’d ever pooped at once in her entire life. The panties, once intended for a romantic setting, were now anything but. They were beyond salvage.

At last, she was empty and had some relief. She inquisitively pressed her fingers into the squishy mess, feeling the warmth and texture of it. She was in surprise at how dense it was, and thought twice about getting in the car and having it smush all over her butt. 

As she heard footsteps of people coming back to her car, she realized she had little choice, and would be risking exposure if anyone saw her. If they saw what she was doing, she would face even further embarrassment.

As Grace sat down in her car seat, she let out a gasp of disgust and shame as she felt the mess in her panties squish and spread out under her like a big pancake. She could feel the warmth and texture of it against her skin, and between her thighs.

As she pulled her car into reverse and exited the mall parking lot, on her way home at last, she felt a sense of disgust and shame at what she had done. But as she started to drive home, a strange sensation began to build up inside her.

Each bump in the road made the poop move and squish even more, making her poop spread out further, until the mess had molded to every crevice of her ass and up the gusset between her thighs.

When Grace arrived home, she quickly rushed inside and headed straight for the bathroom. After sitting in her poop, she could feel it literally covering her butt and groin, and she knew that she needed to clean up before it became any more difficult to manage.

She pulled her dress up over her head, and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and froze.

The white satin panties were a mess, and turning around, she could see that her poop had spread across her buttocks and brown stains had seeped through the fabric in places.

The sensation of the mess in her panties squishing and spreading around every nook and cranny of her nether regions sent a shiver down her spine. She felt a sense of shame and disgust at the sight of herself, and pushed out her butt to survey how bad the damage was. Thinking back to the events of the day, she felt a rush of excitement that she had never experienced before… and twinge of arousal.

Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions as she looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe that she was getting turned on by this, like her body was betraying her for a second time today.

As she gazed at her butt in the mirror, she couldn’t help but think it looked rather sexy, and could feel the arousal building between her thighs. She knew that she shouldn't be feeling this way, but she couldn't help it. The sensation of the mess was too intense, too pleasurable to ignore.

She reached down and began to rub herself, feeling the warmth and wetness of her own arousal through her panties, then plunged her fingers down the front of her briefs and began masturbating for all she was worth. She was shocked at how wet she was, but she didn’t care, and got completely lost in the moment.

Her nipples were so hard they could cut glass. She began massaging her left breast, while her right feverishly rubbed her swollen clit. She could feel her orgasm quickly building, even though she’d barely started. It wasn’t long before her stomach clenched, and she took a sharp intake of breath as she convulsed. She cried out as she rolled her clit between her fingers and slid them up and down her moist, hot slit, her orgasm washing over her. After a few moments, she stood upright, panting as she pulled her fingers from her briefs. She had poop that was coated with her juices on her fingers, which she wiped on the side of the panties.

She stood there frozen for a moment, after experiencing the most consuming orgasm she’d had in some time. Even the neglected vibrator that sat unused in her dresser drawer didn’t give her an orgasm of this magnitude. But as she caught her breath, she realized what she had just done and felt a wave of shame wash over her.

As she peeled off the messy panties, she was hit with the full force and sight of the mess that she had made. The poop that did not come off in her panties was caked all over her butt, like a large, stinky pancake.

She couldn't help but be surprised at the size of it. It was big, even by her standards. Even if she had made it home in time, it would have surely clogged up the toilet. Getting her panties clean would be a fool’s errand, so she removed them and tossed them in the metal trash can with a thud.

Next, was the matter of all the softer poop that caked all over her butt. She tried to wipe the mess away with toilet paper, but it only seemed to smear it around. She cleaned up as best she could, peeling off the biggest chunks and dropping them into the toilet, each with a plop. She knew that she needed to get in the shower and give herself a thorough cleaning.

As she stepped into the shower, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. The warm water washed over her body, and she began to wash away the mess from her ass and between her legs.

She used copious amounts of soap and a washcloth, scrubbing herself clean, trying to get rid of every last trace of the mess. As she stood under the warm water, she couldn't help but replay the events of the day in her mind. The sensation of the mess between her legs, the way it had spread across her skin, the way it had made her feel… It was all so overwhelming.

She had never experienced anything like it before, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to again. But at the same time, the thought of it was thrilling.

The water cascaded over her body, washing away the evidence of all that had happened. But it couldn't wash away the shame and guilt that lingered within her. Grace tried to push the thoughts out of her mind and focus on the task at hand. She scrubbed and rinsed until she was finally clean.

As she stepped out of the shower, she felt a sense of relief, and thought she could move on with her evening normally.

Yet as she did, her mind was consumed with thoughts of what had happened earlier. After having a dinner of some leftover pizza, she tried to distract herself by watching her favorite show on Netflix, but she found herself shutting it off after only a few minutes.

She then picked up a romance novel, hoping to lose herself in the story and maybe even a spicy chapter or two, but she was too distracted to keep reading. Her mind kept drifting back to her accident, the events leading up to it, and how it made her feel after.

She turned off the light and lay in bed, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. On one hand, she felt a sense of shame and disgust at what she had done. But on the other hand, she couldn't deny the thrill and excitement that it had brought her. The relief she felt after that huge poop piled into her panties, then the sensation of the mess squishing and spreading around her butt was making her heart race all over again. She felt conflicted about her desires, knowing that they were not considered acceptable by most people.

Grace was well aware that what she did was not considered normal or acceptable behavior for an adult. She knew that society expected her to not engage in such behavior, and that messing her panties was behavior that was generally reserved for little girls who were still learning how to use the toilet. The idea that she got enjoyment out of something so childish or taboo made her feel guilty and ashamed. Yet, she couldn't help feeling like she was doing something wrong, something that was not meant for adults. Women her age should not be messing themselves, nor feel good about doing it.

She lay there in the darkness, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. She had always been taught to follow the rules and behave in a certain way. But now, she found herself drawn to something that was the complete opposite of that. It was a confusing and unsettling feeling.

It was a battle between her rational mind and her baser desires, yet the thrill of indulging in something so taboo and so dirty was exciting. She drifted off to sleep, with her last thought being that maybe, just maybe, she would have to try it again.