Pissing and Shitting on Peeping Toms

            2020, the height of COVID.

            Josie nodded along to the ZOOM meeting, smiling, hoping that the sweat creeping along her hairline wasn’t visible to her webcam. She, and all of her other coworkers from the office, had been working from home. While they had let their appearances slowly degrade over the past few months – their little faces in the ZOOM meeting windows slowly using less and less makeup, stubble creeping onto their faces, hair getting messier and messier, and their professional clothes slowly replaced by pajama pants and t-shirts – Josie had kept her appearance absolutely professional. At least, from the waist up. On the top half of her body, she wore her best tan blouse with lace fringe and a tailored blue suitcoat, but below she was only wearing a pair of old granny panties. The seat of her faded, used-to-be-lime-colored panties was drenched in sweat, a wide dark stain of nervousness across the baggy surface of her underwear. Her naked legs fidgeted, her knees twitching, calves flexing, thighs and ass jiggling. Her bladder screamed inside her, calling out to her for release.

            The meeting was coming to a close.

            “All righty then, see you next week!” Josie said, smiling with perfect lipstick. Her left eye twitched. She saw a few of the dozen or so other ZOOM call screens go dark.

            Letting out a deep, tense, burning sigh, she yanked her headphones off her head and stood up as fast as possible, almost knocking down her chair.

            The burning afternoon sun blazed through her window behind her and onto her sweat stained ass. The window of her first-floor home office opened out to her front lawn, and a lazy breeze filled the room through the window, making the open curtains flutter slightly and enveloping her sweaty, tacky skin. Josie stretched as she moved, hands pushing into her lower back, thrusting her chest forward.

            “MMNnPHH!” she grunted, squeezing her eyes shut. The joints in her stiff spine made wet cracking sounds.

            She interlocked her fingers and reached for the ceiling as she walked to the restroom, joints in her elbows shifting and stretching.

            Then she saw something. Movement. Out of the corner of her squinched closed eyes, something moved in her yard, darting behind the big broad oak tree in the middle of her front lawn. She paused, noticing the slender edge of a backpack poke out from behind a tree. A hand suddenly reached out and pulled the backpack out of sight.

            Josie’s face squinched up. Peeping Toms? Her piss emergency was forgotten by the sudden spark of adrenaline, her fight or flight kicking in now that she knew she was being watched.

            She felt annoyed? Bemused? She wasn’t especially shy. She had been to the beach with more revealing bikini’s than the modest baggy briefs that she was wearing now. She completely understood that someone passing by her house might catch a glimpse of her in her underwear. But the arrogance to just stand in the middle of her lawn and stare? To do such a pathetic and piss-poor job at hiding behind her tree? That made her brain itch with anger.

            Josie kept walking as if she hadn’t seen anything. When she was out of sight of the window, she flattened herself against the nearby wall. Creeping along it, she leaned her head ever so slightly to peek around the window frame and into the front lawn.

            Three boys wearing t-shirts from the local community college scurried out from behind the width of her tree, moving toward her window. Their sneakers crunched along the grass. The lead student motioned for the others to hurry up before ducking into one of the bushes right under Josie’s window. The other two boys followed, and then all three of them were hidden in the leaves right outside her windowsill. The bush rustled, the boys inside excited to spy on Josie some more, this time from front row seats.

            Josie’s mouth curled into an angry sneer. She could call the police. She could close the blinds. Suddenly, the urge in her bladder returned, making her spasm and twist, dancing on her feet. While she squirmed, a wicked thought entered her mind.

            She walked slowly to the window, as slowly as she could without hopping up and down and grabbing at her bursting bladder.

            “It’s strange,” she said to no one in particular. “I could have sworn I saw some college boys out here.”

            The leaves rustled.

            “I hope there weren’t. Or I may have to call the police. Trespassing is a serious crime, you know.”

            Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties. Shifting from foot to foot in growing piss panic, she lowered her panties from her hips.

            “I’d hate to see young men, their whole lives ahead of them, get thrown in jail,” she said. The bush shivered, followed by hushing sounds as the boys tried to stay hidden.

            Josie’s sweaty panties clung to her skin as she pulled them down her dancing thighs, down her knees and calves, bare feet stepping out of them. Her round, wide ass, shivered in desperation, squishy dimples decorating the soft surfaces of her asscheeks. She pulled off her coat and tossed it to the ground. The armpits of her blouse were stained with sweat.

            Leaning back and bending over. She shoved her sweaty ass through the open window.

            The three boys stared up in visceral horror. The overwhelming shadow of naked cake blotted out the sun, a total ass-eclipse. Josie inched out across the windowsill, her pussy revealed, a brown and pink shaved flower of wrinkled lips and folds and flaps.

            Josie trembled from the bursting need to piss, but also a strange mix of eagerness and creeping fear. It was the middle of the day, and the street was quiet, but any passing car could see her exposing her naked fat ass

            She centered herself, trying to let her seizing muscles release.

            PSSSHHhhSHSHHHHHH

            She hosed down the bush, relief flooding from her bladder up to the rest of her body instantly. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

            “Ohhhggghh…” Josie moaned.

            What felt like gallons of urine blasted through the leaves, showering the peepers inside. The bush rustled with panic. They clamped their hands over their mouths and then their noses and then their eyes. Acidic pee coated them completely. The bitter, almost chemical stench filled the inside of the bush and the air behind Josie’s naked ass.

            The audible sounds of panic from inside the bush made Josie’s still spraying pussy flare with sadistic pleasure.

            PPSSSSHHHHHSSSS

            “Oh shit,” Josie muttered under her breath, a nervous smile creeping across her face. She didn’t know so much piss was inside her. She didn’t know it would be taking this long. The sun and wind on her pissing bottom sent electric nervousness deep into her gut, reminding her of her naked vulnerableness, making her stomach swim upside down and inside out with shame and excitement and guilt.

            Something shifted inside her guts. Her piss slowed to a trickle, but a new cramping need was moving through her, making itself known, awakened by the swirling blender of emotions in her stomach.

            This was the turning point. She could get off the windowsill now and go to her bathroom. Her guts twisted, needle-like pain sapping the strength from her.

            “Fuck it,” she said.

            The boys looked up. Shielding their eyes. The piss stream slowed to a trickle.

            Was it over?

            But then the asscheeks parted. Like a monstrous fleshy alien spacecraft, the jiggling cheeks opened, revealing her sweaty, greasy puckered asshole. Josie’s asshole and pussy pulsed. She squeezed the muscles in her guts, forcing out the shape lodged within her. The asshole widened, a slow, ominous opening accompanied by the crackling growling of her bowels. A spikey, painful log filled the opening and began to grow, drooping and undulating with her rectum’s rhythmic pushing.

            “MmNNNGG!! MMNNPPHH!!!” hands clamped over their noses and mouths, the paralyzed boys let out muffled screams of horror.

            SSPLLORRTCCH

            It fell out of her like a long, writhing snake, falling through the bush and onto the boys. The turd, still warm from the body heat of her bowels, split apart from the impact, bits of shit flying in all directions.  

            “NNNLLLNNRRNNN!!” the screams became even more shrill, high-pitched, and they made Josie’s brain light up with sparks of pleasure.

            Panting, chest rising and falling, Josie was sweating and flushed and still pushing. Her eyes were shut, but her ass was open, belching and farting, gurgling, spitting out flecks of muddy shit. Hot gassy air suffocated the shat-upon peepers.

            SSPPLRRRTTCCHHH

            Burning ropey turds sprayed out of her contracting ass like toothpaste from a tube, emptying onto the screaming boys beneath her. Creamy discharge leaked out of her wet cunt along with the last dribbles of piss.

            “AAgghhh…” Josie gasped and moaned. The rotten shit burned her insides, scorching her walls, screaming to be free.

            PPHHRRBBTTTBBLLBBRRRBB

            Her ass rumbled with such strength that her cheeks rippled.

            SSPPSSHHHHH

            Diarrhea, greenish and sickly, pale burst out of her, a storm of filth from her sore and aching asshole, raining down on the bush and the sobbing screams of the boys beneath her.

            Josie waved her ass from side to side, butt cheeks swaying, a big grin on her face, determined to coat every inch of them in her shit.

            This was all that the boys could take. They crawled, dragged themselves out of the bush, openly crying and sobbing and gagging. Their bodies were coated, dripping in feces. They squinted through shit covered faces. It looked like they had been swimming in a sewer.

            Stumbling to their feet, the three ran across the lawn and down the street, all three too horrified to look back.

            “That’ll teach you to mind your own business!” Josie called after them.

            The downpour of diarrhea slowed, her internal pipes closing. Josie breathed deep. She felt a euphoric lightness in her guts. She raised her head, sighing. Her hand reached down, burrowing between her thighs, reaching for her dripping pussy, fingers sliding across it, moving across her clit and hood with slow, shameless circular movements.

            Then she saw her computer. The blinking red light of her webcam was still on. Her monitor was still on. She had never left the meeting! Dozens of her horrified coworkers were watching her from their little windows in the ZOOM call. They watched her strip down, watched her torture the students with piss and shit, watched her touch herself. Josie wrenched her hand away from her pussy and out of her thighs. She pulled her ass out of the window with a POP-ing sound and staggered across the floor grabbing for her computer with outstretched hands.

            SSSPPRRrttTTT

            In her panic, her ass betrayed her, chunks of turds sputtered out of her loose asshole and splattering onto the floor, but some staying lodged between her muddy cavernous asscrack. Face burning red, Josie’s hands found her mouse, made the cursor fly across the screen at top speed, and closed the meeting.