Rhea stood at the edge of the park, feeling the seeping warmth in the back of her previously white spandex shorts. She glanced around, taking a shaky breath. This early in the morning, only a couple of food-stand vendors were setting up; their view blocked by the fountain and the distance too great to notice the smell wafting from her pants.
She shuddered. Oh God, it’s coming out at the sides!
It had started rather harmlessly. Selling panties online was an easy way to make a few extra bucks: wear them for three days until they had absorbed enough body odor, then put them into a zip-lock bag and drop them in the mail. Branching out into pooped panties was a natural progression, pushing her sales to six or seven in a normal week.
When Carol contacted her through the online marketplace, offering to pay for a meeting, she had refused at first. But the woman was persistent, upping her offer several times until it was just too good to pass up.
Rhea, you’re so fucking stupid. You should never have agreed to this.
She glanced up to the second floor of the Rosewood Manor retirement home where Carol and a few others were watching from above, filming with their cellphones. That woman sure got her money’s worth.
“Well done,” she heard Carol’s amused voice through the bluetooth headset. “Now sit on the fountain edge and spread it.”
Her first visit at Rosewood Manor, two weeks earlier, had been memorable. After exchanging messages for days, curiosity got the better of her and Rhea finally agreed to a meeting in person. A woman living in a retirement home wouldn’t be dangerous, and being paid fifty bucks for a conversation over coffee would help her buy books for the next semester.
In the late afternoon, after her last lecture, she entered the lobby and strode up to the reception desk. People of all ages milled around the stately building and the nearby park, visiting their loved ones, so at least she didn’t look out of place.
The receptionist didn’t bat an eyelash and sent her up to room 237.
You can still turn around and go home. Forget about those fifty bucks.
Steeling herself, Rhea knocked.
“Come in, please,” came a woman’s voice from inside.
Her heart thumping in her chest, she opened the door. She had sold a pair of soiled panties to this woman, and for the very first time, she would see one of her customers face to face. With goosebumps and feeling very self-conscious, she walked in and turned around the corner.
The table in the living room had already been set with coffee and cake. A surprisingly young-looking blonde woman walked up to meet her. She was in her fifties, wearing a blue long-sleeved bodysuit that looked a bit like a fancy pair of pajamas.
“You must be Rhea. Welcome!”
“Hello.”
“I’m glad you could make it.” Carol pointed at the table. “Please, take a seat. The coffee’s fresh, and I got us some cake. Your money’s in the envelope.”
There was a white envelope next to the plate near the window, so that’s where Rhea sat down. She quickly grabbed the envelope and stuffed it into her pocket without opening it.
“I would have dressed up,” Carol said, running her fingers over her sleeve, “but Linda, our head nurse, insists that I wear this beautiful thing.”
“What is it exactly? I’ve seen a couple of people wearing these here.”
Carol smiled. “It’s a lockable bodysuit. They put it on us troublemakers.”
“Lockable?” Rhea gave her a blank stare. “What do you mean, lockable?”
“Some at Rosewood Manor have an exhibitionist streak,” Carol said, pouring them both coffee. “If it weren’t for the suit, Gracie would run around all day with her tits out.” She pointed at the small cylinder at the inner hem of her pant leg. “This little thing locks the zipper. You need a magnetic key to open it.”
“Huh. For another fifty bucks, I’ll sell you a magnet.”
Carol laughed. “Bad girl! I couldn’t; I’m already on thin ice with Linda. She’ll cut my Internet if I break the rules again.”
“So you have to ask them whenever you need to go to the bathroom?”
“That would be inconvenient, wouldn’t it? No, I wear a diaper.”
Rhea almost spit out her coffee. “Really?”
“Yes. I go whenever I want.”
They had just taken their first bites of cake when a young male nurse entered the room without knocking. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Rhea.
“So sorry, Carol,” he said. “I didn’t know you had company.”
Carol got up. “No worries, I’m sure Rhea can survive five minutes without me.”
“I’ll be back later,” he said, a blush creeping up his neck. “Please excuse me, ladies.”
“Not so fast, Mateo. A deal’s a deal.” She grabbed him by his arm. “Rhea, my dear, please excuse me for a moment. I have something to take care of. Help yourself to another slice of cake.”
With a gentle but relentless pull, she dragged him into what had to be the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind them.
Her mouth still full, Rhea stared at the closed door.
What the fuck?
She heard the snap of fingers and then, a few moments later, slurping sounds that kept going for a while. It would be a perfect moment to flee – she had been paid and they hadn’t agreed on how long she needed to stay. Yet, there was something fascinating about this woman.
Listening to whatever was happening inside the bedroom, Rhea poured herself another cup of coffee and dropped two cubes of sugar. It didn’t take long until the moans gave way to a satisfied male groan.
The bedroom door swung open and Mateo rushed out, breathing heavily. Without looking at Rhea, he slipped out, closing the door behind him. Carol sat back down at the table as if nothing had happened.
Stunned, Rhea asked, “Did you just…?”
“Suck his dick? Yep.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Carol grinned. “It was more like a face fuck. I just love a big, hard cock down my throat. Makes me cream my special panties.”
“But… but he works here! He can’t just–”
“Why not? He’s quite the stud; I drain his balls a couple of times a day, and that’s in addition to fucking me when he changes my diaper.” Carol shot her an amused glance. “Don’t look so shocked. Did you think people stop having sex when they turn forty?”
Rhea sipped on her coffee, her eyes firmly on the tablecloth.
“So, Rhea,” Carol said, leaning forward, “did you have time to think about my proposal?”
Two weeks after that first meeting, Rhea bit her lip and sighed.
It was cold this early in the morning – too cold to be outside in only a crop top and pristine white shorts – but at least the park next to Rosewood Manor was almost empty. Her backpack with a change of clothes stood on a bench near the entrance.
The old people at the retirement home seemed to be early risers. She counted eleven faces watching the spectacle from behind their windows.
I can’t believe she talked me into this.
“Move away from the building,” came Carol’s order through her bluetooth headset. “And don’t stand. If you can, shit while you walk.”
For five hundred bucks, half already paid in advance, the woman was allowed to make requests. Rhea took a deep breath, then started walking.
At this point, it was easy enough following that instruction. A week’s worth of feces in her bowels needed to come out either way, and she almost had an accident on the bus coming here. Just by relaxing her clenched asshole, the soft, creamy contents of her rectum pushed themselves out into her pants.
“Don’t hide behind the fountain.” ordered Carol. “Turn around, let everyone see your shitty pants.”
This was nothing like her almost daily panty pooping. The warm bulge inside her spandex shorts was surprisingly large and creamy, already soaking through the fabric.
Rhea sniffed, taking in the smell. “Oh God, this is the most daring thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
“Bend over and get the rest out,” Carol said. “I doubt that was all.”
It wasn’t. Her face beet red, but her nipples inexplicably stiff, she pushed out more stinking mush into her pants, making the fabric stretch. Mortified, she noticed how her feces found their way out, running down the inside of her legs.
Carol seemed content. “Well done. Now sit on the fountain edge and spread it.”
“That’s going to cause a huge mess.”
“So? There’ll be rain this afternoon. That’ll wash it off.”
Gingerly, Rhea sat down at the edge. The feeling was more than weird. It didn’t take much and the compressed mess worked its way out of her pants anywhere it could.
“Quick!” shouted Carol through the earpiece. “Come back to the house!”
“What is it?”
With a disgusted groan, Rhea got up, glancing at the smeared excrement on the fountain’s white marble. Her head whipped around when she heard steps approaching from the right. The police officer was a woman in her thirties. Officer Swindon, according to her name tag.
“Miss, what are you doing?”
Rhea stared at her. “I… uh… I had an accident.”
Swindon chuckled. “An accident? I watched the whole show from over there, and it looked deliberate to me.” She pulled the handcuffs off her belt. “Turn around. I’m arresting you for disorderly conduct.”
“Wh-what? You’re arresting me?”
“Yes. Now stand still and for God’s sake, keep your hands off your rear. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t get any of that filth on my handcuffs.”
Rhea’s heart sank when the cold metal of the handcuffs closed around her wrists. She glanced over to the Rosewood Manor, but nobody was at the windows anymore.
Swindon grabbed her upper arm. “You’re not getting into my cruiser like this. I’m afraid we’ll have to walk to the station.”
“Walk? But… but that’s across the city center!”
“Should have thought about that before you made such a mess.”
When they reached the southern gate of the park, Carol blocked their way.
“Excuse me, officer. It looks like you arrested my young friend.”
“Yeah?”
Carol smiled. “I think she already learned her lesson. And I’m sure Sergeant Randolph won’t be thrilled if you brought her to the station like this. The stench alone…”
“Look, ma’am,” Swindon wrinkled her nose, “I can’t have her run around like this in the park. That’s fucking disgusting, pardon my French.”
“She won’t. I’ll take her to the Manor, and she can take a shower there.”
Swindon took another look at the mess running down Rhea’s legs. “Fine.” She sighed, unlocking the handcuffs. “I’m letting you go with a warning. Next time, do it in private. Whatever this is.”
“Yes, officer. Thank you.”
Rhea rubbed her wrists, watching Swindon disappear inside the park. With a grin, Carol handed her an envelope – the rest of her hard-earned money.
“Thank you, young lady,” Carol said. “That was beautiful.”
Rhea clutched the envelope. “Right.” She looked around. “Fuck! I almost got myself arrested and paraded around town like this!”
“But you didn’t. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Carol grinned. “Would be a shame to waste all this, though. How about you rub it all over yourself before you take that shower? Trust me, it feels amazing.”
“Are you crazy?” Rhea scoffed. “Forget it.”
Carol laughed. “If you hated it so much, then why are your nipples hard? I noticed that in your videos, too.” She made an inviting gesture toward the house. “How does fifty bucks extra sound?”
“Just fifty?”
“Yep. Because I know you want to do it.” Carol smiled. “Rubbing yourself with it and masturbating until you come. I’ll make a nice little video of you for my own use.”
Rhea felt her knees become weak and her heart beat faster. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
“Okay. But I want a copy of the video for my collection.”