Chapter 1
It was eight in the morning, and the weather was radiant. No clouds in the sky, a pleasant twenty-two degrees, perfect for a hike. After five kilometers on beautiful forest trails, they had almost reached the halfway mark; all that remained was a steep climb up to the overlook.
Zara smiled, unable to contain her excitement. “Quit stalling, Ellie.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Ellie grumbled, taking a gulp from her bottle. She used the hem of her T-shirt to wipe her sweaty face. Just another fifty meters to the peak. Dammit. “Do I really have to?”
“Remember back in university? When you had me run across campus with my tits out?” Zara grinned, giving her a slap on the butt. “This is what karma feels like.”
“You love showing your tits.”
“My big, amazing udders?” Zara weighed them in her hands. “Maybe. But that’s not the point. You lost that bet fair and square, and now it’s time to face the music.”
Ellie sighed. “Does it even count? I was drunk. Can I plead insanity?”
“You were just a bit tipsy, counselor. I can play you the video if you want.” Zara grabbed Ellie’s hand. “Come on, just a few more meters.”
Ellie mumbled something under her breath. Her legs were burning – had been for the last twenty minutes. Slowly, she followed Zara to the small clearing at the peak.
Mercifully, the overlook was deserted. They sat down in the grass, taking in the view. Mountains all around, woods to the horizon, the fresh scent of pine needles. Some bird screeched overhead.
“Let me see your backpack,” Zara said. “We agreed you’d stay that way until we’re back at the parking lot. I have to make sure there’s no unauthorized material in there.”
“You know me, Zara. I’m not a cheater.”
“Trust, but verify.” Zara extended her hand. “Show me.”
Ellie rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She dumped the contents of her small backpack into the grass. “Happy now?”
Zara looked through the items. Two plastic bottles of water, apples, a purse, tampons, lip balm, a compass, a map from a different park. She laughed. “You’re taking a vibe on a hike?”
“Oh.” A blush crept up Ellie’s neck. “Didn’t remember I still had it in there. The battery’s probably flat by now.”
Zara flicked the switch, making the vibrator hum. “Nope. Still good.”
“Gimme that.” Ellie quickly stuffed her things back into the backpack. “Let’s do it right now. I wanna be back at the car before it’s crawling with tourists.”
“Go ahead then. It’s just us and the squirrels.”
With a sigh, Ellie pulled down her spandex pants, exposing her bare crotch and the old, ill-advised “SLUT” tattoo on her pubic mound, complete with the accompanying handcuffs and the large, erect dick. She squatted down.
“Hey!” shouted Zara. “What are you doing? Get those pants back up!”
“We said panty pooping. That doesn’t include peeing.”
Zara laughed. “That’s what I get for making bets with a fucking lawyer. Okay then, pee.” She grinned. “Going commando, how naughty. Like old times.”
“I’m not gonna ruin both.”
Ellie’s urine splashed dark against the dry, dusty ground below her. She shook off a few drops, then pulled her pants back up.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Zara said, a broad grin on her face, “the moment we’ve all been waiting for. It’s not strictly panty pooping because you aren’t wearing any, but I’ll allow it.”
Ellie bit her lip, her clothed butt hovering over the wet spot on the ground. The delay was agonizing. She clenched her muscles tentatively, then stopped.
“What is it?” Zara asked. “We said you were gonna save for two days. That was the deal!”
Ellie groaned. “Yes, yes. It was almost two and a half. It’s just… I’ve never done this before. It’s harder than it looks.”
“Yep. That’s your potty training. We’re conditioned to do this only when we sit on the toilet. Take your time, I’ll wait.”
“Gee, thanks.”
Zara took a sip from her water bottle. “Love the tattoo, by the way. I’m surprised you haven’t covered it up by now.”
“Nah, my husband finds it amusing, and it reminds me of more exciting times. All the stupid shit we did. You still have yours?”
“Of course. Sluts for life, sister.”
Ellie took a deep breath. She strained, her asshole opening wide. With a grunt, she pushed, feeling the soft, brown mush work its way out into her spandex pants. The stench was intense.
“Eww. That feels so nasty.”
“Oh shit.” Zara circled her, inspecting the mess. “You can see it through your pants. But keep going; we said everything has to come out.”
It was too late anyway. Ellie kept pushing, her face beet red. The fabric expanded to make room; three days of waste unloaded into her stretchy pants, forming a big, warm lump. Despite the embarrassment, the relief was undeniable.
Zara gasped. “My God, that’s a lot. I guess that’s what a fiber-rich diet gets you.”
“I hate you.”
“Smells like karma,” Zara said with a chuckle. “I love you like a sister, but you can be a real haughty bitch sometimes.”
Ellie grimaced, taking a few tentative steps. “Am I really that bad?”
“It got better with age.” Zara grinned. “Anyway! I guess nothing cures haughtiness just like a five-kilometer hike with shit in your pants.” She whipped out her phone. “I promised my husband some pictures for evidence. He didn’t believe you’d go through with it.”
Bending over slightly, Ellie stuck out her tongue. Zara raised her phone, taking pictures from all sides. She squatted down, her face centimeters from Ellie’s bulging pants.
“Now a selfie with your stinky butt…” She tapped her screen, then coughed. “Damn, that’s intense.”
“Send it to my husband. I caught him watching perverted stuff like that on his laptop. Maybe he wants to jack off to my shitty ass and your smug face.”
Zara blew her a kiss. “Wouldn’t be the first guy jacking off to me. Perhaps you should reenact it at home, suck his dick while you unload into your panties. I saw a video online; some guys are into that.”
“Could be. I mean, I already pee on him in the shower.”
“You do?”
“Yes. That’s become our shower ritual lately. I piss on his face, then he eats me out. There’s a reason why he chose me over his ex.” Ellie scoffed. “Hell, that stuck-up bitch doesn’t even take it up the ass.”
“I thought it was your legendary dick sucking skills that sealed the deal.” Zara glanced at her phone. “We should get going; the trail’s gonna get crowded pretty soon. Unless you wanna give everyone a show.”
“Yeah. About that…” Ellie looked at Zara with pleading eyes. “Can’t I just dump it out? It’s bad enough walking all the way with dirty pants.”
“Be honest. If I had lost the bet, would you cut me some slack here? You’d make me walk all the way with that disgusting, stinking bulge in my pants.”
“Probably,” Ellie grumbled, looking down on herself. With a sigh, she brushed over her nipples, which were unmistakably poking through her shirt.
“I knew it!” Zara shook her head, laughing. “This is turning you on!”
Ellie buried her face in her hands. “Fine, you got me. Fuck this. Can I use my vibe, please?”
It was still quiet on the long, winding trail down the mountain. Every once in a while, they passed an elderly couple with hiking poles, breathing heavily as they climbed toward the peak. Most pretended they hadn’t seen what was impossible to miss.
Zara smirked. “That guy definitely smelled something. Looks like he and the wife got things to discuss on the way up.”
“I’m blushing like a goddamn schoolgirl who’s seen her first dick.”
“You’re doing great,” Zara said, chuckling. “You gotta walk with confidence, sister. Like when you’re arguing in court. Pretend you don’t have this huge lump of shit in your pants.”
“Right,” Ellie said, stretching her muscles. “I need a break from this walk of shame. Sucks that I can’t sit down on that bench.”
“Oh, you can. But it wouldn’t be polite, messing it up.”
“I guess I can’t get much filthier than this.” Ellie exhaled and gingerly sat down in the grass. “Oh God, it’s squishing and spreading!”
Zara couldn’t help but laugh. “That look on your face is hilarious.” She snapped a couple of pictures. “Smile! And spread your legs; I want a nice closeup of your crotch. You’re leaking cunt juice, you little slut.”
“I should have charged that vibe. Wanna eat me out?”
“Use your fingers. I’m not going near you.” Zara opened the messenger on her phone. “Oh, I got a message from your husband. Poop emoji and thumbs up – I guess he approves.”
“Why am I not surprised? The guys probably regret that they went golfing.” Ellie turned her head, two fingers already down her pants. “Hey, what are you typing?”
“Just sending the latest photos and asking for instructions.”
It didn’t take long until the phone chimed with the response.
Zara grinned, holding up the phone. “Got a dick pic from your husband. He says don’t clean up. He wants to, and I quote, rub it on your whore tits and fuck your shitty ass.”
“Yeah?” Ellie pulled her fingers out and jumped up. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go!”