Embarrassing Date Night Dumps

The second date.

Cynthia's fingers ran through Lily's shoulder-length curly hair, lingering on the shape of her ears before travelling down her body. Their lips locked together, pulling toward each other across the front seats of Cynthia's car. The glass was becoming steamy from their combining, swirling body heat. Lily's arms explored Cynthia's body with energetic coiling movements, enveloping her breasts, belly, and back with warm soft touches.

Cynthia's hands were slowing, though. They suddenly trembled and jerked. A sickening sinking feeling ached suddenly in the depths of her ass. She felt heavier. She felt a great, growing doom in her bowels.

Lily pulled her lips away from Cynthia's. Her fingers interlocked with Cynthia's as she pulled open the passenger door. Outside was Lily’s apartment. She leaned into Cynthia's ear.

"Let's go upstairs."

Her eyes curled in happy little crescents; her perfect, soft lips peeled back into her joyous smile.

Cynthia’s heart simultaneously raced with excitement and dropped with fear. Her guts shifted. It felt like a bowling ball was sitting, rotating inside her ass. She hadn't shit in over a week. It was a recurring problem with Cynthia. She wouldn't get the urge for days at a time. And when she finally did drop her pants and empty herself into the toilet, her pipes barely survived. Her face fell with terror at the thought of destroying Lily's toilet, the mental image of her curled in grunting, fat, shitting, half-naked shape on the seat while Lily glared at her, of her vile waste overflowing and spilling onto the floor while Lily screamed at her in disgust and fury.

Lily noticed the sudden fear and anxiety in Cynthia's expression. Cynthia’s face reflected deep horror and hesitation, and Lily thought she knew why.

She sat back down into the passenger seat. “Unless you don’t want to.”

She started fidgeting with her t-shirt and picking her bra back into place. Her disappointment and rejection filled the air like a damp fog.

“No! I want to, it’s just-“ a constipated pang struck Cynthia in her stomach like a knife, making her wince and cutting her off midsentence.

Lily looked at her, with wide, sad, defeated puppy dog eyes.

"I'm sorry I just really need to get home," Cynthia said. She was talking very quickly. Her guts gurgled and squeaked but not loud enough for Lily to hear over the rustling of her clothes. Air pressure was shifting and moving through her, marching downward with growing intensity.

"I’m not really feeling well."

"okay," Lily said. “Maybe some other time.”

Lily’s frustration and hurt were sparking off her body like electricity. Her face tilted down in a pout. Her eyes glared down at her lap.

"Lily..." Cynthia said. Her voice was trembling with emotion but also the desperation of clenching every muscle in a plea to not release the most heinous, explosive fart into the tiny car, suffocating Lily with her stink. She had to clamp her mouth shut, summoning all her strength to calm the raging gas current inside her.

Lily picked her purse off the floor and swung her leg out the car door.

"Have a good night."

"Lily, it's not like that-"

Her voice was cut off by the car door closing shut.

Cynthia's stomach swirled and she let out an explosive PHHRrrbbttTTTBBBFFRRRTT into her seat. The fart was like an earthquake from her ass. Her cheeks jiggled and shook and bounced against the seat. Rippling, putrid air escaped from her like she was a monstrous deflating balloon. She gagged at the rancid smell from her own ass filling the tiny space. Her eyes watered as she sat in her own sewage stench, alone.

***

“COMEON!” Cynthia roared. She squatted in the darkness by the side of the road. She was bent slightly at the knees, lowering her head forward, and sticking her naked pale ass out behind her. She was also pushing furiously. She had pulled over on her way back home, determined to finally take a shit, vengeful at the turd within her ruining her date and maybe her new relationship. But the urge was gone. The taut weight inside here was still there, but it was refusing to move, settling inside her somehow.

“RRRRRrrrgghh…” Cynthia growled. She pushed, only succeeding in forcing out a stream of piss between her legs.

Lights from a passing car briefly illuminated Cynthia’s half-naked poorly hidden body in the brush. The headlights reflected across her pale ass and thighs, her deep asscrack, and the car honked rapidly, mocking her.

“FUCK OFF!” Cynthia yelled, throwing the car two middle fingers as it whooshed past.

She settled back down, palms against her knees and started pushing, straining.

“UUrrggghh…” she grunted. She felt something shifting, moving.

PPPFfrrrrBBBBbbppPbbPPP

A belching fart burst out of her ass. Her tight, constipated asshole winked at the darkness, and her fat cheeks and thighs rippled, but only air could come out.

Cynthia’s phone buzzed, barely audible over her farting ass.

She pulled her phone out of the back pocket of her pants with trembling fingers.

A phone call from Lily.

Cynthia’s twitching thumb moved to pick up the call, but her ass sounded off like a foghorn, farting with such intensity that she felt rancid, warm gusts against the backs of her thighs PPRRRRRTTTTTbbbRRrtttt

She wanted to answer it, but there was no possible way she could hide the sound.

Missed call.

Immediate chat notification.

Cynthia swallowed hard. She opened the app.

Do we have a problem.

…

“Oh no,” Cynthia thought. The purposeful period instead of the question mark. Dry, stress ate at Cynthia’s nerves like acid. The three dots. They were still moving. Three blinking little shapes of anger and misunderstanding.

PPHRRRbbbBBTTtttt

Cynthia’s face was burning. Her thumbs moved as fast as she could to stop the bleeding. “It’s not like that,” she typed. “I really wasn’t feeling well. I’m sick by the side of the road right now.”

PPPPbbFFrrttttttt

A sudden stomach cramp struck her, and her body convulsed and her back arched as if she was kicked right in the ass. The phone flew out of her hands and landed with a splat in the puddle of piss between her legs.

Cynthia huddled over, picking her phone out of her own stinky pee. Her heart was racing, and she realized she had been holding her breath.

“I need to fix this,” she said.

***

The table was laid out. Spaghetti and garlic bread. Not the most complex dish, but it was the only thing Cynthia was confident wouldn’t taste like shit. She stood at the front of her table. The lights were low. Candles glowed in the semidarkness. Her nerves sparked. Her eyes darted back and forth between each of the plates. She had done her makeup. It had taken three tries. She kept fucking up her winged eyeliner. She was wearing a pair of white capris and a blue blouse, casual but still classy without being too formal, she hoped. She picked at the seat of her pants. No panties. Her unwashed laundry, which she shoved into a bag and threw into the water heater closet, had contained most of her good panties and all that remained were baggy underwear that showed ugly panty lines or were so brightly colored they bled through the white taut seat of her ass. Sweat was forming down her asscrack. Maybe she should change them to a different color at least? Were her denim capris clean?

The doorbell rang.

Cynthia went to go answer it with a deep inhale. “Coming!” she said.

Lily was wearing a pleated blue dress decorated in little stars. She was tugging at the heels of her trainers, which were bedazzled with rainbows and flowers. She played with her inky curls with her index finger.

“Hey!” she said, her face lighting up.

Cynthia was paralyzed, lost in her smile for a second with a deep glowing joy in her heart.

“Come on in!” she said. “Your shoes are so cute!”

Lily followed her into the apartment. “Thanks, I’m going to have to replace them, though. I’ve lost like two sizes. Probably going to have to buy all new shoes, which is super exciting, but also like not because of how much it’s going to cost. Oooh that smells so good!”

Lily fluttered around the table. Her long slim fingers prodded at the plates and the candles and the chairs like she was a hovering hummingbird.

“Cynthia! This is so romantic!” Lily looked like she might cry she was so happy.

Cynthia still stood in the door to the kitchen. She bit her lip. So much sweat was forming across her ass that the seat of her pants was becoming transparent. She forced herself to smile, but it was back. The hellish urge inside her. The racing, strength-sapping fullness.

“I wanted everything to be just right,” she said. Her face twitched. A prodding thing was pushing against her asshole from the inside, demanding to be let out.

“You have a seat,” Cynthia said. “I’m going to the bathroom real quick.”

***

The bathroom door slammed shut and Cynthia immediately began convulsing in the privacy.

PPHhrrbbbb

Her ass rippled, gas flooding down through her large intestine. Her knees knocked together and she squirmed. Stomach cramps crackled through her belly as the tsunami of shit began to move and swell inside.

Cynthia looked down at her toilet. She remembered last time. She gave the toilet a cautious, preliminary flush.

The toilet lever CLUNKED, and the water did not move. Her commode had abandoned her in her time of absolute need.

Her head spun around on her shoulders. She bounced up and down on pretzel legs with her hands clamped over her farting hole.

The sink?

The trashcan?

The window?

The window!

Cynthia pulled open the window. It was not especially large, at least compared to her bottom, but it would have to do. Outside Cyntha’s apartment, two big white fleshy moons squashed through the small window, began to squeeze out into the dark apartment complex and the chilly night air. With a grunt, Cyntha pushed with her hips and shoved her entire ass and pussy through the window. The frame and windowsill bit into her cheeks and thighs, but that didn’t matter.

In her strange position, leaning into the window ass-first on her tiptoes, the urge started to vanish, shift around and hide inside her no doubt to reappear at another more embarrassing moment. Her eyes glared with determination.

“NOT TODAY!” she vowed. And then she started to push.

Every muscle in her guts pushed and flexed, determined to evacuate completely. The sharp prodding tail of the monster turd jabbed through her asshole with a sharp pang. A stream of pee sprayed out of her from her exertion, painting the brick wall under her pussy. She took a shallow inhale, pulling it back in, and then pushed again. Her asshole widened. The turd began to exit, growing wider, gaining momentum as its falling weight pulled itself out of her bowels.

“urghhkk…” Cynthia grunted, involuntarily, the noises escaping from her. She squinted and winced and focused her mind and soul.

SSLLrrOOPppopPPHRRtt

The turd slipped out of her with great slimy farting sound. As it fell, it seemed to twist in the air like a falling snake. Nine inches of wiggling shit falling out of her stretched, farting asshole before splatting onto the grass under her shuddering butt.

“ouuhhh….” Cyntha let out a husky, breathy moan as the slimy girth of it ran across the walls of her, stretching her with its shape.

A knock on the door.

Cynthia clamped both hands over her mouth with such force that her face stung.

“Are you okay in there?” outside, Lily leaned against the door. She casually munched on a breadstick.

“Yeah, everything’s fine!” It’s all fi-iAiieene!” Cynthia’s voice cracked on the last syllable. Her eyes bugged out. Behind her, her ass began sputtering, belching, exploding out gassy, hot farts while fibrous, semisolid logs fell out of her and joined the long turd in the grass.

PPHrrrrRrbbbRRbrrPPhhrrbb

The rumbling shook Cynthia in the window. She gripped the windowsill with clawed hands. Her eyes watered. She felt a euphoric release as her guts grew lighter, tingling with joy, being able to relax for the first time in almost two weeks, but her possessed farting shitting asshole was exhausting, burning, draining the strength from her butt. Sweat dripped off her skin, cooling immediately in the night air, chilling the outside of ass while unending furnace of shit and gas burned her inside.

She tried to clench, to stem the poopy tide, but her ass ignored her, jiggling and shitting wildly into the growing pile of hot feces on the grass.

“WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” a high-pitched voice said.

Cynthia’s heart almost leapt out of her chest. She twisted, trying to see around her ass filling the window. It was Ms. Mcgreggor, her neighbor. The ancient little old lady always wearing a muumuu with the dachshund that never stopped barking under her arm. The dachshund was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she was pointing a long cane at Cynthia’s shitting naked butt.

“ms. mcgreggor!” Cynthia said in a harsh whisper.

PHhllBBbbb

An especially liquid batch of shit gurgled out of her hole and splashed onto the ground like sewage ass rain.

“FILTHY PERVERT! YOU THINK THE WORLD IS YOUR TOILET!?”

“ms. mcgreggor! sshh! my toilet’s not working and-“

WHACKKKKK

Cynthia face was taut in wincing pain. She arched her back and tried to pull her body away from the pain’s source, but she found that she was stuck fast in the window frame. Outside, a bright red band decorated the length of her ass.

Arthritic hand curled in fury, Ms. McGreggor raised the cane over her head before bringing it down in another brutal strike.

WHACCKK

“MMnnnRR!!” Cynthia covered her mouth, muffling the howl of pain. A terrified stream of pee spurted out of her, followed by tight wormy turds squeezing out of her clenching, stinging butt.

WHAACCCK

WWHACCKKKK

CRACCKKKK

Ms. McGreggor swung with wild fury, decorating Cynthia’s ass with red tiger stripes across its surface. Her cheeks rippled with each impact and turds of varying sizing and lengths and solidity fell out of her like vile pinata candy. Cynthia’s face was growing red. Her eyes watered. She was trying desperately not to cry in her embarrassment and pain and shame.

And then the whipping stopped.

Cynthia cautiously removed her hands from her mouth. She didn’t dare turn her head. Her ass also finally seemed to have run out of feces.

There were muffled sounds, a conversation, and argument. One voice very familiar.

Cynthia’s whole body crumpled. Tears ran down her face. She tugged her fat stuck, muddy butt in the windowsill, the shit dripping down her crack still uncomfortably way, but it was stuck fast. Her lips trembled.

“Are you okay?” Lily asked the naked butt sticking out the window.

“N-nnooo…” Cynthia sobbed. She could feel Lily’s eyes on her. On the horse-sized pile of shit under her naked ass.

“Did the toilet break?” Lily asked. Her face was concerned, but she couldn’t help herself from crouching down, completely flushed, looking up at Cynthia’s ass and at the pink, slick, flared lips of her pussy, a gorgeous flower. The rancid, rotten stink from the stink pile was overwhelming, radiating out from under Cynthia’s ass, but Lily didn’t seem particular bothered. In fact, her nose was twitching with a strange fascination. Her hands fidgeted, stretching the front of her skirt down and then letting it bounce back into place, over and over.

“y-yeah…” Cynthia sniffled. “And I think I’m stuck…:”

Lily looked at the giant ass in front of her, nearly twice as wide as her whole body. “I think.., I can push you back in? Is that okay?”

“mmm-hmm…” Cynthia whimpered, nodding her head. She tensed up, waiting for Lily’s hands on her buttcheeks.

Lily was frozen. She was transfixed. Her trembling hands pressed down, one on each of Lily’s asscheeks, slowly, disappearing, enveloped by the softness. Cynthia winced, her skin still burning from the whipping.

Lily leaned into the ass, pushing, spreading her legs and keeping her feet far away to avoid stepping in all the shit. She grunted. Cynthia’s ass was wedged in deep and tight. On the other side, Cynthia tried to pull herself out, reaching forward with both hands, but with nothing to grab onto, they just waved in the air.

Bbllrrrrbbb

Cynthia swallowed hard. There was one last shifting, one last weight passing through her. An impossible wideness peeling her apart, beelining to her butt, which Lily’s hands were still pushing against with her full weight.

“l-Lily- St-AAhhHH!”

It began to exit out of her with a deep crackling. A dry fat log stretching her more than three inches with its width. Lily stared down at it, at the developing brown tail between her hands, emerging from Cynthia’s stinky, poop-smeared crack. She felt every vibration of it moving through her hands on Cynthia’s cheeks, every convulsion of Cynthia’s body, every gasp of pain and despair.

“rrrgghhhh…” Cynthia grunted. The prodding spiky shape of it was rearranging her guts from her ass to her belly. It hurt so deep, its stabbing cramps aching through her. Her poor widened asshole strained and ached as it moved slowly through her. Dribbling off-white discharge leaked out of her pussy, pushed out of her by her straining and by the sheer girth of the turd moving through her insides. The discharge dangled like snot from her piss coated lips.

Lily stared cross-eyed at the turd. Her brain was tingling with arousal. Her breath was heightened, sharp. Her hand desperately wanted to go to her crotch, but both hands were planted on Cynthia’s buttcheeks by her awkward spread-legged lean.

The rocky mass fell out and hit the rest of Cynthia’s turds with a splat that sent little droplets across Lily’s poor shoes.

“aahhggnn…” Cynthia wailed, gasped, shuddered, finally fully empty. “I- I’m ssorryy..” she said. “I’m sorry I’m so fat and stupid and I sh-shit all over your ssshoes…” she cried.

“No! No, it’s okay!” Lily said. She patted the top of Cynthia’s butt like it was the top of her head. “Please don’t cry!”

Cynthia sniffled. She wiped her eyes. She felt the air up her tickling her sore asshole.

“…does it look bad?” she asked.

Lily cautiously crouched down around the steaming shit pile. She could see right up Cynthia’s ass. The anal ring was red and wide and gaping. Shit dripped down from her asscrack while her pussy was covered in piss and dangling discharge.

Lily leaned in and kissed Cynthia’s left buttcheek.

“You’re beautiful,” she said.

***

Lily helped her fill the tub and then and the exhausted Cynthia lowered her ass into the water, soothing and cleaning all of her holes. Cynthia sat next to her on the edge of the tub, rubbing her hand down her back, leaning against her arm, making comforting cooing noises.

She helped Cynthia take off her clothes and pull on her pajamas. Cynthia’s arms and legs limp, her eyes still red and bleary. She could feel the love in Lily’s gentle touches, and let it wash over her and warm her to her very soul.

Lily tucked Cynthia into bed, bundling her up under the blankets. She sat on the edge as Cynthia finally sighed, content, relaxed, a deep, weight literally discarded. Her hand ran through Cyntha’s hair.

“Can I stay?” Lily asked.

Cynthia looked up at her. She was blushing. Arousal awakened in her, dampness between her legs, but she was so very exhausted and sore. “Lily, I’m very tired…” she said, drowsily.

“Just to keep you company,” Lily said with a smile. Her hand ran down Cynthia’s side, massaging her through the comfy blankets.

“o-Okay...”

Lily’s dress unzipped in the darkness and fell to the ground. Her slim form crawled under the covers. She curled herself around Cynthia’s body, her thighs and crotch and belly around Cynthia’s impressive ass, the bigger spoon despite being much smaller. Her arm curled around Cynthia’s belly, hugging her as she pulled herself in. Cynthia sensed with her entire body Lily’s her warmth, her smell in the darkness, her bra, her nipples, her belly, her loose panties, and the subtle, unfamiliar shape inside them against her body.

Cynthia’s stomach gurgled. She swallowed, panic forming, but she was so very tired, and her ass could offer no resistance.

PPHHrrrbbbT

She farted directly into Lily. Swamping her with her stench under the covers. She held her breath. A rush of self-loathing started filling her veins.

But Lily hummed. Moaning happily in the stink. She tightened her hug around Cynthia’s belly, nuzzling her back with her nose. She pressed her crotch up against Cynthia’s warm, farty butt, her thighs against Cynthia’s. The small rising shape between Lily’s legs nestled gently between Cynthia’s pajama-pant clad buttcheeks, not prodding, or humping, but gently cuddling into her asscrack.

Cynthia sighed, contented. This felt right. She didn’t have to think about it; she felt it through the energy glowing in every inch of her body. They cuddled against each other under their covers in warm, smelly love and drifted off into sleep.