The Descent Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Six months earlier

    Life just kept getting better and better.

   The new position at work was going well, and the extra money was, of course, very nice. It had allowed Karen to move into her new place, for one thing. And although she was working longer hours now, the extra money had allowed her to get some help around the house. More precisely, it allowed her to hire her neighbor’s teenage daughter, Julie, to stop by a couple of times a week and tidy up Karen’s apartment for her.

    Yes, as Karen saw it, there was only one drawback to her new responsibilities at work—the longer hours meant she now had less time to indulge herself and her… hobbies. It had been almost a month since the last time she’d been able to “play”—but here it was, the weekend, and Karen was determined to indulge herself.

    It had been two days since the last time Karen had a BM, and she’d been filling up on foods high in fiber and roughage. She stopped for a double espresso on the way home, and by the time she entered her apartment, her bowels were already straining and gurgling—a byproduct of the strong coffee-- It wouldn’t be much longer now.

    She rushed into her bedroom and quickly stripped out of her constricting work clothes. She slipped on a pair of plain cotton briefs with strong elastics and plenty of room in the seat, followed by an older pair of gray yoga pants (which made her butt look amazing) and a plain white tank top. Karen’s stomach was grumbling and growling— announcing that  the time was rapidly approaching.  

    With the last of her coffee, she went out onto the balcony overlooking the back of the building and leaned against the railing. It was a perfect evening, mild and warm. Before her, the city lights twinkled like stars. She sipped her coffee, savoring its rich flavor. The fullness inside her bowels was becoming uncomfortable.  Karen stuck out her rump behind her and cut a loud fart which vibrated her whole ass, making her giggle. She stood there for maybe the next 15 minutes, sipping her coffee and casually passing gas whenever the pressure inside her got to be too much.  

    By the time she’d finished her espresso, she knew the time was near. Her bowels were percolating noislil inside her, and the weight inside her was quickly becoming intolerable—she clenched up tightly, trying to delay the moment of release as long as she could. Finally, the load had become unmanageable. She braced herself against the railing and, still watching the pretty skyline twinkling before her, Karen bent her knees and began to make a big dump in her pants.

    Shifting her feet shoulder width apart, she bent her knees, stuck out her rump, and began grunting softly to herself. She didn’t have to push very hard—all she had to do was tighten her abdomen, and her butt-cheeks parted to accommodate the first large installment. Karen’s underwear filled with a warm, semi-soft load, all hot and gooey in the seat of her panties.   

    “Oh no!” she said to herself, lisping like a naughty little girl, “I’m having an accident in my panties!”

     She clenched up, but once the gates had been opened, there was no closing them—another round exploded into her pants, the seat expanding visibly with a series of bubbling farting/squishing noises. Behind her, the seat of her underwear was beginning to bulge and sag heavily under the weight of her large, messy load.

    Karen bent her knees and strained, forcing out a couple of more farts—but she seemed to be finished. She checked over her shoulder, smirking at the sight of her massively bulging rear-end.

    “Goodness!” She whispered to herself. She began to walk around the deck in slow circles, bending her knees and wriggling her bottom, relishing the warm, squishy sensations against her buttocks. Karen couldn’t resist reaching down to rub herself through the front of her pants.

    She toddled inside and went into the bathroom. Turning around, she studied the bulging, saggy seat of her pants in the mirror with a lazy smile. There was no hiding this one—it was immediately obvious that there was something heavy in the back of her pants, and with the smell it wouldn’t be too hard to figure out what it was. Imagine I’d been out, she thought, rubbing herself through her pants. If I’d been out on the street and the need just—overwhelmed me, she thought, both frightened and aroused at the thought of such a degrading, public accident; of having to walk home with a mushy, droopy, stinky load in her pants… it was all Karen could do to keep from cumming right there!

    She put the lid of the toilet down. Turning to face away from it, she took a deep breath, and sat firmly, planting her loaded, poopy pants dead center.  The mess squished, compressed, and mushed under her weight, filling every crack and crevice, moving up towards her waistband and down, out the leg-holes of her panties. Murmuring to herself, she squirmed her bottom around in the mucky mess in her pants, growing more aroused by the second.

    Her phone rang. Rising, Karen waddled into the living room and saw it was her friend Janet from work. Grinning mischievously, she answered it.

    “Janet, hi, how are you?” she chatted with her friend, wandering around the apartment and enjoying the nice big dump in her pants. Karen made her way into the bedroom. In the corner was a little hard plastic chair; she turned around and planted her rear again with a messy squish. It was quite a challenge to have a conversation with her hot friend while squishing her messy panties and playing with herself not only without climaxing, but also without giving any sign at all that there was anything wrong. Karen managed perfectly—after all, it wasn’t the first time.

    She chatted to Janet for a few minutes, enjoying her naughtiness. Karen knew she’d soon have to clean up, but she was enjoying the situation far too much… Here she was, talking to her attractive friend with a great big dump in her pants… and she had absolutely no idea! She wondered what Janet would say if she found out—would she scold her? Flee in disgust? Or take her by the hand and lead her into the bathroom for…

    A key slid into the lock. Karen’s heart leapt—nobody had a key to her apartment. Except…

    The front door opened and shut. She nudged open the bedroom door and peaked out...

Oh my God, she thought, it’s Julie! Karen had forgotten the girl was going to stop by tonight! What was she doing here so late? She quietly said goodbye to Janet and hung up. She watched Julie come right in and put her stuff on the table.

    “Hello? Karen? Are you here? I couldn’t make it by this afternoon.” Karen’s blood turned cold when she saw Julie sniff the air and scrunch her face. It was obvious someone had done something in there—Blushing, Karen could only hope she thought it was coming from the bathroom.

    She quietly closed the bedroom door. “Julie?” she called out hesitantly. “I’m not feeling well—could you maybe come back tomorrow?”

    The response was somewhat muffled by the door. “Oh. OK, sure thing. I’ll see you then.”

    Karen waited anxiously until she heard the front door open and close. She let out a shaky breath—that was too close! Fantasizing about getting caught was fun, but the reality nearly gave her a heart attack! She wondered what she would have said if the beautiful, younger woman had caught her… I guess just play it off like it was an accident and hope for the best, she told herself.

    Frankly, she didn’t want to find out. Karen waddled out of her bedroom and toward the front door as quickly as she could. She figured she would lock the chain first before she went to the bathroom to clean up. I guess I should have locked the damn chain in the first place, she thought, reaching out toward it…

    The door swung open before she could even touch it, and Karen was mortified as Julie just strolled on in again, breezing right past her. “Forgot my keys!” she said simply, heading over to the table and grabbing them. “So what are you going to do tonight?” she asked obliviously, “just hang out or…”  

    She looked up, catching sight of the stunned Karen from behind for the first time. Her eyes went wide with shock, and Karen braced herself.

    But to her surprise, Julie merely grinned and suppressed a giggle. “Oh—looks like you’ve got your hands full—among other things!”

    Dismayed, Karen’s mouth fell open. She desperately tried and failed to think of something to say. Julie breezed past her on the way out. “I’ll see you tomorrow—hope you feel better!” She giggled and winked at Karen over her shoulder before shutting the door behind her.

    Karen could only stand by gaping for a moment, her heart hammering inside her. Her exposure filled her with conflicting sensations… shame, guilt and humiliation combining into a powerful, white hot arousal.

    Reaching down, she quickly rubbed herself to a climax.

Maybe it’s not as bad as I’m thinking, Karen thought, waddling into the bathroom and standing in front of the big mirror. She knew she had squished the mess in her pants around thoroughly, but maybe it wasn’t that noticeable from behind…

     Hesitantly, she turned, and was mortified by what she saw.

    The load itself had been mostly flattened, but there was still a large, brown stain on the seat, clearly noticeable. Worse, two matching, mucky brown smears trailed halfway down each thigh. She was a spectacular mess… What would Julie think of her now?

    Karen peeled off her pants and threw them in the trash, then removed her heavily soiled panties as daintily as she could, tossing them in after the pants. And then she stood there for a long moment, examining the mess she’d made in the mirror. Both cheeks were smeared thickly, and the mess was caked into her butt-crack. She looked like she’d sat naked in a big bowl of brownie mix.  

    Sighing, she took the baby wipes from under the counter and began cleaning herself off.  

    In the shower, Karen tried to forget Julie and focus on her clean-up, but it was impossible. She just kept hearing that giggle in her head over and over. She thought the humiliation would begin fading, but if anything it was just getting worse; Karen could still see Julie’s cute face, her nose crinkled as she smelled the mess in her panties… the look of surprise and amusement when she first spotted her heavily loaded pants. It was absolutely, without a doubt, the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to her in her life.

    So why was she so aroused?

    The water was hot, just below the level of discomfort. Karen allowed it to wash over her. She worked her hand down her belly and began playing with her pussy.