The girl and her date were sitting on the raised pavement, speaking about their favorite artists. She sat with jeans tight at the hips, she went commando, no panties, as she did frequently. taking sips at her vanilla protein drink every few seconds.
They had just left chipotle an hour earlier, she ordered the spiciest things she could! They were having a great time too, and they would continue, at least ⌠the girl hoped so.
Extra protein always seemed like a great idea, she wanted to grow her leg muscles, a protein shake seemed like a good idea at the time. She was unknowing on the effects of it though, she had never had a protein shake before, and didnât know the⌠nasty side effects.
âBoy, Carti is assâ she said as she laughed jokingly. The laughter was cut short when a loud gurgle erupted from her stomach. Her hands moved to her stomach as the dull annoying pain of a stomachache hit her suddenly.
She tried to make her pain less obvious by maintaining eye contact, but her shuffles and twitches were sure to garner attention from her date.
Suddenly, her anus threatened to let loose on her, she let a faint hum out as a sharp pain was felt on her asshole, a behemoth was trying to make its way out. She focused every inch of her energy on holding the massive snake in, so much so that she completely forgot to remain in the conversation. She just stared at her dare, maintaining eye contact, faintly shaking. Her face was turning a little red as she strained.
The lack of response with the maintenance of eye contact, along with a completely straight face with a little grin gave her date the completely wrong idea. He stopped speaking and leaned in for a kiss. He closed his eyes and inches closer to her, while the girl was too busy clenching her cheeks with all the energy she could muster.
She snapped back to reality when she finally felt like she was regaining control, but as she perceived her date leaning in for a kiss, she instinctively tried to move away.
In the process of scooting away, she press her hands to the pavement she was seated on to lift herself up. It turns out, her sitting on the hard pavement was what prevented her from shitting on herself, not the might of her anus, as she was slowly lifting her butt up, a gargantuan log of shit began making its way out her asshole, stopping her in her tracks.
Her clenching had sharpened the log of shit to be thin at the end and become thicker as it progressed, the first inch of the log was thin enough to break off in her jeans, but the next inch was as thick as an arm. A fist sized log of shit tented out her jeans, enough for the backside of her jeans waistband to reveal her asscheaks, and give the outside of the massive log nearly ripping her asshole apart. She kept her face as normal as possible, breaking her eye contact as the titanic log made a crackling sound in her jeans. The log stopped midway, keeping her asshole stretched, as she stopped moving herself upwards, and kept herself still.
The sound made the date open his eyes, noticing the breaking of eye contact, but not noticing the jeans tenting outwards below her. âYou okay?â He said to her, to which he got no reply. He noticed she was looking straight in front of them, at seemingly nothing, so he did the same. Thinking of it in a romantic way.
Then she grunted, with a hard ugh sound. Despite her efforts to contain the massive log, her body was impulsively pushing the shit out. The emerging poo smashed harder into her jeans, tenting them out far enough for the resistance of the denim to stop its movement, even lifting her further from the pavement in doing so. The log did not bend or break, it was solid and straight, her belly kept pushing out, but the resistance of the jeans did not let it move, it was stuck and it hurt like hell. She couldnât move a muscle, nor could she stop the pushing.
In an attempt to find another solution, she let go of the pavement and let her body weight push the poo back in, it worked somewhat, the massive shit slid almost all she way back in, but she was still turtle heading, with the now flat tip of the massive poo, her asshole was stretched the same length as it was before, but the advance of the log was stopped by the pavement she was sitting on instead of the resistance of her jeans.
The sliding back hurt like hell, she tried to resist her instinctive jolt of pain but failed, she lifted her ass from the pavement enough for her date to notice and the massive log shot out to the same length, but twice as fast.
She made a really painful sound as she and her shit maintained the position for a few seconds, she couldnât stand the pain any longer. her knees locked as her hands met them, then she pushed with all her might.
She started grunting as she pushed with all her might helping the enormous log of poop fight the resistance of her jeans, with a last painful grunt, she bent herself forward swiftly, breaking the log in half, and making letting it rest below as another log emerged.
the next log was just as wide and asshole stretching, but it was much softer, soft enough to advance out and squish against the denim jeans, but still firm enough to stay up and form a ball in her jeans.
As she was violently shitting in her jeans, a bulge- less of a bulge, and more of an opening formed in her jeans, from the top of the back of her waistband, right to the growing ball of shit in her jeans, giving the outside a perfect view of the chaos ensuing in her pants.
Her date watched with wide eyes as she grunted and shuffled aggressively, shitting herself, still unclear on what was going on. âHey, you good? What the hell?â He said in confusion.
After half a minute of straining and painful grunting, she finally stopped. She was almost blue, she took heavy breaths as her hands left her knees, but she remained bent forward to not shuffle the shit behind in her jeans behind her. The massive ball of shit had grown to the size of a baseball. She could still feel the first log, it was the hardest of them all, and was lodged between her thighs, feeling like an extremely warm rock.
Her ass was still gaping slightly, and the pain in her stomach and asshole was still sharp. Her eyes teared up. Her date had no clue what to do at this point.
âH-hey, should I walk you to the bathroom?â He asked, âdo you want me to?â Unaware that he wasnât making any sense. She just nodded as she looked at the ground in shame.
They slowly walked to the bathroom,she remained bent forward through the whole hundred step journey to the park bathroom.
As they arrived her stomach gurgled again⌠the hard firm wide logs were the spicy chipotle she ate, and the cause of the next wave, was the protein shake. She held her stomach as wet diarrhea splurged out of her asshole.
The sloppy diarrhea made a distinct sound, overlapped with bubble farts and sharts. The wet shit, barely finding a way around the massive wall of shit blocking her asshole, blasted from her anus at high pressure at two points. Half of the sloppy shit went above the firm poo, showering over it, and glazing it like a donut ball, even flying out of her jeans from the opening above, splattering all over her back, and on the floor behind her. Another stream of wet slime like poo went below, towards the first log, blasting into the front of her inner thighs, and her pussy. She felt every bit of it, her senses overwhelmed her.
She began sobbing, squatting down as she shit herself more, the wet shit streamed out of her jeans as she squat, squishing the firm ball against her ass.
Her date at this point was speechless, he had no idea what to do in this situation. A puddle of brown diarrhea started forming under her, her jeans stained with poo and her face with tears.
They stood motionless for what felt like an eternity, âa-are you done?â He asked. He didnât mean to sound rude, thatâs just the first thing he could think of saying. She stood up slowly, her hands extruding outwards from the grossness of the shit she felt in her backside and waddled into the bathroom, not saying a word.
âShould i stay here with you?â He asked, with no response.
And then a few years passed and they got married! :)
