Straight Female / 22
Wendy
Another story about me and my friend Emma, walking home from school was when she had a burger at lunch time. As she bit into it she noticed some mould in the bun so she left it.
After school we were walking home when all of a sudden, she stopped, held her belly and squatted onto the ground with her legs pressed together. "Oh No, I need the toilet NOW!" she said. Her eyes were wattering.
As I went over to her, there was a smell of poo in the air, I asked her "did you just do it there" Emma replied "er a bit. my stomach is really aching."
I got her on her feet and we kept walking home. She was almost shuffling with her legs together. I knew that when I got in, I would need to get her to the toilet straight away!
she said she wasn't going to make it and kept saying "omg its coming" and she didn't want to fart as it would come out and she was clutching her bum with her hands.
We got to my house, ran up the stairs and guess what?? my sister was in the toilet!
I told her to hurry up but I think she was taking ages. Emma was almost crying in stress at her sore stomach and urgent urge to poop. Her netball skirt was wedged very high up due to how she was sitting and her blue underpants were showing.
My sister came out of the toilet, magazine in hand but it was too late. Emma had filled her knickers and it was a lot. She ushered me into the bathroom with her and she locked the door. She pushed her skirt up to her waist and shoved her soiled knickers to her shins, on top of her long socks. Her bottom barely touched the pan when pure wattery poo fired out of her bottom. She was breathing very heavily and leaning forward on the toilet. The poo just kept coming out like a tap and she made some strained facial expressions.
A few wattery farts continued along with some more liquedy poo. There was a huge mess in her knickers and she said. "I'll have to chuck those". Emma made one last push and sqeazed out lots more poo. She said "thatll do" and stood up to wipe. I saw the toilet and it was just brown water.
She seemed embarassed and her thighs were red from sweating on the toilet seat. She used up lots of toilet roll and bent over with her bottom over the toilet to wipe. I couldnt believe that that bum could make such a mess.
She pulled up her pants, pulled her skirt down which didnt cover the red marks on her legs and altered her socks.
Once Emma had cleaned up I gave her a pair of my old knickers to wear home and we walked the short distance to her house. As soon as we got there, Emma said, "I need to go again" and she ran upstairs to her bathroom to have some more diarrhoea.
Another story about me and my friend Emma, walking home from school was when she had a burger at lunch time. As she bit into it she noticed some mould in the bun so she left it.
After school we were walking home when all of a sudden, she stopped, held her belly and squatted onto the ground with her legs pressed together. "Oh No, I need the toilet NOW!" she said. Her eyes were wattering.
As I went over to her, there was a smell of poo in the air, I asked her "did you just do it there" Emma replied "er a bit. my stomach is really aching."
I got her on her feet and we kept walking home. She was almost shuffling with her legs together. I knew that when I got in, I would need to get her to the toilet straight away!
she said she wasn't going to make it and kept saying "omg its coming" and she didn't want to fart as it would come out and she was clutching her bum with her hands.
We got to my house, ran up the stairs and guess what?? my sister was in the toilet!
I told her to hurry up but I think she was taking ages. Emma was almost crying in stress at her sore stomach and urgent urge to poop. Her netball skirt was wedged very high up due to how she was sitting and her blue underpants were showing.
My sister came out of the toilet, magazine in hand but it was too late. Emma had filled her knickers and it was a lot. She ushered me into the bathroom with her and she locked the door. She pushed her skirt up to her waist and shoved her soiled knickers to her shins, on top of her long socks. Her bottom barely touched the pan when pure wattery poo fired out of her bottom. She was breathing very heavily and leaning forward on the toilet. The poo just kept coming out like a tap and she made some strained facial expressions.
A few wattery farts continued along with some more liquedy poo. There was a huge mess in her knickers and she said. "I'll have to chuck those". Emma made one last push and sqeazed out lots more poo. She said "thatll do" and stood up to wipe. I saw the toilet and it was just brown water.
She seemed embarassed and her thighs were red from sweating on the toilet seat. She used up lots of toilet roll and bent over with her bottom over the toilet to wipe. I couldnt believe that that bum could make such a mess.
She pulled up her pants, pulled her skirt down which didnt cover the red marks on her legs and altered her socks.
Once Emma had cleaned up I gave her a pair of my old knickers to wear home and we walked the short distance to her house. As soon as we got there, Emma said, "I need to go again" and she ran upstairs to her bathroom to have some more diarrhoea.
