The Descent Chapter 3 (Patreon)

Also, I've noticed that the formatting on some of my previous posts has gotten a bit screwed up when I copy and paste (indentations and spacing dropped etc.) I'm going to try and go back and fix some of it... sorry if it created any confusion. 

She tried to move past it. She really did just want to put it behind her. Why waste the energy thinking about it? It was really silly—after all, hadn’t she warned Julie that she was sick? Hadn’t Julie ever had an accident before? OK, so it wasn’t, strictly speaking, an accident—but Julie didn’t know that!

    But there was something about that little giggle she gave when she saw the mess. And there was something else, something about her face when she left… a smile that seemed almost teasing.

    Karen fixated and obsessed. She replayed that night over and over—from the point where she messed herself, through her shameful discovery, and ending with her blistering climax in the shower. She struggled to remember the tiniest detail, from the weight of the poopy panties behind her to the delicious squishing sensation when she first sat in it. Most of all, she tried to remember Julie—exactly what she had said and done, and how she looked as she’d said and done it. There had definitely been something in the girl’s smile—teasing, knowing…

    By the middle of the week, Karen had made up her mind.

    Julie would be stopping in on Tuesday to clean her apartment. That morning, Karen got up and showered before putting on a tight, cream-colored suit, then ate a big bowl of All Bran for breakfast. Before she left, she took the strong laxative she’d bought at the store the day before. She drove to work, apprehensive, but so far she didn’t feel any different at all. In fact, she worked the entire morning without even a single cramp or stomach rumble. She was even able to go out at noon and pig out on a heavy Italian lunch. By the time she was back at work, she had almost put it out of her mind…

    It was about 3:00 when she felt the first rumbles in her stomach, a series of noisy gurgles emerging. She felt her tummy beginning to cramp. Karen immediately buzzed her secretary and informed her that she wasn’t feeling well and would be leaving early. Of course no one doubted it—Karen had hardly taken a sick day since she’d been hired by the company.  

    It was a quick drive home, but Karen’s increasing desperation was making it seem longer—she clenched her butt-cheeks tightly as the weight in her bottom increased. Her bowels churned and she started feeling bloated.  She began passing gas noisily at irregular intervals, stinking up the car like an outhouse, even with the windows down.

    She’d tried to time it for maximum desperation-- maximum desperation equaled maximum arousal, and already Karen’s pussy was starting to feel a bit moist. She focused on her struggle against the heavy mass in her colon, straining, pushing against her anus, eager to escape the confines of her body, and not picky about whether it landed in the toilet or not.

    She pulled into her spot. Her urgency had increased to the point that she was afraid to move for a moment, sure she would explode in her pants. Karen waited for the urge to dissipate before she opened the door and slid out of the car. She rushed to the elevator and urgently tapped the button for the eighth floor.

    She rode the elevator up in silence, sweating, her buttocks tensed, her legs crossed, bobbing up and down at the knees.

    Karen practically burst out of the door and hobbled down the hall as quickly as she could. The door was ajar—Julie was there!

    She burst into the apartment, wild eyed. Julie was dusting in the living room. She looked up quizzically. Karen’s heart was pounding, her buns tingling, exhausted form straining against her clenching bowels.  

    “I haven’t been able to use the bathroom all day,” she blurted, waddling into the apartment as quickly as she could with her cheeks tensed, “I’ve gotta go so bad!”

    “Oh,” Julie said, blushing a bit.

    Karen made a show of hurrying toward the bathroom. She was right in front of Julie when she halted in her tracks, unable to control it anymore. She ripped a noisy fart, filling her underwear with a massive, mushy mess.

    “Oh shit!” she cried, bending at the knees and sticking out her butt to involuntarily push out another farty load into her pants.  

    “Oh my God,” Julie exclaimed, looking on with a shocked expression as Karen loaded her pants with a noisy dump. Karen gasped, the hot, mushy mess in the seat of her pants filling every crack and crease like a bucket of hot, wet clay.

    “Are you OK,” Julie asked.

    Karen was heaving for breath, twin sensations of arousal and humiliation battling it out inside her. “I think so,” she finally replied, weakly, unsure if she was about to cry or climax.  

    Julie approached her from the side, taking a good look at the seat of her pants, all budging and stained quite brown. “Do you--” her voice caught… she swalloed hard and tried again. “Do you need help to the bathroom?”

    “Please,” Karen replied hoarsely, allowing Julie to take her by the elbow and lead her gently down the hall. Karen waddled slowly, the mess in her pants squishing and squashing across her entire backside with every move. She was sucking in deep breaths to try and slow down her breathing, hyper-aware of the poopy stench enveloping her. She glanced over at Julie standing next to her, studying the younger woman’s delicate, beautiful features, trying to determine her feelings about the entire affair.

    Her stomach gurgled—Karen realized she wasn’t quite finished yet. Although she could probably make it to the toilet, she was compelled to push it out into her pants with Julie standing so close to her.

    She stopped in her tracks and doubled over. “Oh my God!” she cried before pushing out another big mushy dump, her pants filling to capacity with a messy, bubbly farting sound.

    “Oh my,” she heard Julie exclaim. She reached over and stroked Karen's back back, trying to comfort her. “Are you finished?”

    “I think so,” Karen said feebly. She continued baby-stepping down the hall. Julie, meanwhile, went ahead of her and opened the bathroom door, actually reaching down to pat the seat of Karen’s bulging pants as she scurried passed.  

    “Goodness,” she chided jokingly, “you did load those right up, didn’t you sweetheart?”

    Karen stood in the center of the room, peeking back over her shoulder at Julie, who was staring at her massively messy pants. “Look at you,” Julie said softly, approaching her from behind. “You're in quite a state, aren’t you?” She came up close and reached around her to undo Karen’s pants before tugging them down to her knees. “Oh yes,” she said simply when Karen’s bulging, stained underwear, with twin smears down each thigh came into view. “Just look how messy you are!”

    With Julie’s help, Karen stepped carefully into the tub. Slowly, she pealed the messy panties down, revealing her rump, which was caked thicky with a gooey brown mess. “I see we’ve got our work cut out for us here,” Julie said, taking the shower head down and twisting the tap on. She rinsed Karen’s dirty bum clean with warm water, then went to work with liquid soap and a washrag. Karen bit her lip, trying to endure the agonizing embarrassment and blazing arousal as Julie probed her butt-crack and scrubbed her anus with the soapy rag.  

    Eventually, Julie decided that she was finished. Helping Karen from the tub, she rubbed her dry with a towel. Finally, Karen stood in the center of the room, naked and squirming under Julie’s gaze. “Come along,” she said, taking Karen’s hand and leading her out of the room. Karen blushed furiously, the childishness of being led naked down the hall like a toddler making her feel deliciously mortified.

    In the bedroom, Julie took a seat on the bed. “Come stand in front of me, sweetie.” Karen blushingly complied, standing naked in front of this girl who wasn’t even out of her teens yet, shifting from foot to foot. She felt like a naughty little girl standing in front of her stern mother. “Now—this is the second time I’ve seen you in messy pants recently, isn’t it honey?”

    “Yes,” Karen answered quietly, not sure what else to say.

    “That’s right. And I think that’s unacceptable for a girl your age, don’t you?”

    “Well, I’ve been sick…” she said nervously.

    “I know that—but you should still be able to make it to the toilet, shouldn’t you?” Julie asked archly.

    “I guess,” Karen said quietly, almost pouting.

    “I think you need a reminder—something to make you try a little harder to reach the potty next time.”

    Karen gulped nervously. “W-w-what do you mean?” she stammered, a nervous wreck.

    By way of an answer, Julie simply reached out and took her by the hand. “Come along, honey,” she said, pulling her around to her right side.  She pulled Karen forward into her lap, slowed by the older woman’s blushing resistance. “Come on, let’s go,” she said, reaching back with her free hand to deliver a pair of soft smacks to Karen’s backside. 

     Karen yelped and lost her balance, practically tumbling across Julie’s lap. She blushed, knowing exactly how absurd she must look across the younger woman’s lap. She reached back instinctively, trying to protect her plump hiney from spanking, but Julie just took the wrist and pinned it against her back. Karen shot a somewhat frightened look over her shoulder to plead for mercy, but Julie just gave her a foxy grin that froze her vocal cords.  

    Smack! The first spank rang out like a gunshot. Karen gasped, a sharp, stinging prickle rising on her delicate skin. A matching swat was delivered to the other cheek, and Karen felt her bottom ripple and jiggle behind her. Another spank quickly followed, then another and another, and soon Julie had settled into a brisk rhythm. Karen tried to remain stoic, but she was soon yelping and gasping and digging her nails into the carpet beneath her.

    “I don’t enjoy doing this,” Julie said, not entirely convincingly as she rained spanks down on Karen’s jiggling buns, “but you just can’t keep having these accidents.”

    “I’m sorry!” Karen was embarrassed to find that she was already begging. “I couldn’t help it!” she lied, kicking her feet behind her, the stinging heat becoming intolerable.

    “I know that, baby,” Julie said, bringing her palm down sharply on Karen’s bare rump, “But you have to try harder. A girl your age shouldn’t be having poopy accidents like that, honey.”

    Karen squealed and cried, Julie spanking her at a brisk pace, and the pain was quickly becoming intolerable. This wasn’t a fun, sexy spanking—it was a rapid fire punishment, and it was turning her bare bottom bright red!

    “Naughty girl!” Julie scolded, biting her cheek to keep from laughing as she roasted Karen’s rump. “Messing yourself like that—and right in front of me! I could hear you farting and filling up your pants, Karen!”

    “I’m sorry!!’ Karen squealed, finally bursting into tears. “Boo hoo hoo! Please stop!” she wailed, kicking her legs behind her, her butt bright red from Julie’s assault. “Waaa! Whhaaahhaahhaaaa!”

    Finally satisfied with the shade of Karen’s bottom, Julie abruptly ceased her spanking and pushed Karen from her lap, sending her crashing to the floor on her sore rump.

    Karen squealed and flopped over on her tummy, savoring the softness of the carpet on her stomach. She reached back and began frantically rubbing her butt cheeks, trying to alleviate the sting. Julie, meanwhile, just watched her, smirking, enjoying her power and control. “I’m s-s-s-sorry!” Karen choked before bursting into fresh tears.  

    She felt Julie reach down and take her chin, gently tilting her head back until they were looking into each others eyes. Grinning suggestively, she leaned down and kissed Karen gently on the lips.  

    “Do you really want to show me how sorry you are?”She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

    “Uh-huh,” Karen managed through her tears.  

    “OK, if you insist,” said Julie. Wrapping her hands around the back of Karen’s head and pulled her toward her. Karen was hesitant, but didn’t resist as Julie guided her head up her skirt, her pretty, nicely trimmed pussy right in her face.

    “You know what to do,” Julie said. She giggled, then groaned pleasantly when she felt Karen’s tongue lapping at her pussy. Sighing contentedly, she laid back and got comfortable, and ran her fingers through Karen’s hair gently.