0 comments/ 119449 views/ 10 favorites Abigail Ch. 01 By: margaret_jenkins A few days after my "plugging" Lauren asked me if she could invite her long-time school-friend, Abigail to visit for the coming week. Abigail was a charming girl and Lauren's best friend t school. She had often spent the evening while they did their homework together, and occasionally slept over. She was somewhat shy, a quiet bookish girl who wore glasses and had a rather dull complexion. Always she was very courteous and thoughtful when she visited, and I was delighted she would be staying. At the time I'd been helping out at the church bring and buy sale, on my feet and busy for some hours and had almost forgotten about the plug filling my rear exit. It was only when I thought about it I felt the presence, and also the substantial mass accumulating in my bowels. It seemed I was getting used to wearing it, and it certainly gave me an added confidence to know there was no risk of having a messy embarrassing accident in my panties. Not unless it was taken out when Lauren wanted me to have one. The thought then struck me that my own situation might become apparent to Abigail, so I hope to avoid any embarrassing accidents. But Lauren told me how her friend was somewhat prone to have "accidents" since her mom was worried about failure to empty one's bowels regularly and made sure her daughter she took laxatives each day. I could just imagine the embarrassment it must cause to a seventeen year old girl to have to worry about being taken short when with her friends or I class. Lauren begged me to be especially understanding to her friend in case anything of the sort happened, and to offer whatever help she might need or want. I was a little surprised when Abigail's mom, Dorothy, phoned to say she would call round some time that morning. She arrived a little later, conspicuously overdressed for such a mundane task, wearing an expensive silk blouse, jodhpurs, boots and suede waistcoat. Ostensibly she wanted to bring some clothes and other items for Abigail's stay but I soon realised that, as well as showing off, she wanted to "put me in the picture" about her daughter. She wanted to make sure Abigail would not become lazy about her habits, which she quickly made clear meant attention to her personal toilet. I was asked if I minded making sure she kept herself clean, took her laxative each morning and used the bathroom. The emphasis in her voices left me in no doubt she meant the emptying of bowels and wiping herself thoroughly. I had never much liked Mrs. Heathcote-Smythe, and I had to concentrate so as not to allow my distaste to show. I need not have worried, she was so wrapped in her own thoughts to be hardly aware of my reaction anyway. I made a mental note to do my best to see that this self-centred woman got her just desserts. My mind wandered to thoughts of what kind of fancy underwear she had on, and whether she might be induced into soiling her expensive panties. Later that day the two girls arrived from school, riding their bikes along the lane\across the filds. It had been some months since I last saw her friend, and was impressed how well she had matured. Her youthful plumpness was replaced by an attractive femininity and she looked to have a more purposeful spring in her stride. She looked very much the modern young lady, dressed casually in a white cotton shirt and snugly fitting blue jeans. Her demeanour was courteous and respectful as ever. However, it was immediately apparent that something was amiss. I thought I should enquire and asked, "Is anything the matter Abigail? You seem as if something is bothering you." The girl was clearly in some distress and at first looked at Lauren for support. Encouraged, she spoke up "Oh dear, Mrs. Jenkins, I don't know how to say this, I feel so ashamed and it's so embarrassing. On the way over I had a accident, that is I had a bad stomach cramp and ... I mean ..... well, I ..... I messed myself real bad. Please, I need the bathroom now .... I need to go again ..... Oh, help! ...." I had expected Lauren to take her to the bathroom herself and get her cleaned up. Instead she took her friend's hand and put it in mine. "Please Mom would you help Abigail. The team coach just called and said her helper could not make it. I'll have to go back to school to help with training...... Abigail you can go with my Mom, she'll help you and don't worry about anything." Right after Lauren went out I saw Abigail squirm and clutch her stomach. "Oh no, I'm doing it again! HELP!!" We ran to the bathroom but then she stopped, as a series of sounds emerged from her direction. "Ffffssspppplllttttt .....pplllpptthhh, ppllppsshhh! ... then a longer drawn out .....sssppllllpppffffftttttt!!" Abigail turned round, red-faced and in almost in tears, transfixed where she stood. "Oh, no! No, no, NO!! Margaret, I'm so sorry, I've pooped in my panties again. You must be disgusted." She was now sobbing and I realised, better than she might have imagined, how humiliated she must be feeling. My heart went out to the unhappy child and I would have gladly swapped circumstances with her, not caring about my own shame but just to take away hers. I went over and took her hands in mine, then put my arm round her and held her close to me. "Shhhhhhh, don't cry, and don't worry," I whispered softly, "It's OK. I'll help you clean up" She was shaking with shame and humiliation, and I held her close, my face against hers. I felt her tears and tried to think how I could ease her pain of shame and embarrassment. "It doesn't matter, everything's OK. You mustn't feel bad if you mess yourself, we all have little accidents like this from time to time. Did you know sometimes I mess my panties?" Abigail seemed to calm down, comforted by my words. "Lauren said you'd understand, but I was so frightened you'd be mad and I still feel so ashamed. I was really hoping you'd like me being here, and now this has happened and you'll want me to go." "But Abigail, that doesn't bother me at all and I don't think any worse of you. I always like to see you here. I expect it's too late to keep you panties clean now, but I can come to the bathroom and help you clean up, like Lauren said. You don't mind, I hope?" I took Abigail by the hand and led her upstairs to the main bathroom which had been the setting for many of my toilet games with Lauren. "You can stand in the shower unit and take off all your clothes except your panties, and I'll be in to help." I quickly went to my bedroom and stripped off completely, keeping only the device embedded in my rectum and held also by the straps cinched around my waist and between my legs and attached to a small black triangle which covered my labia and part of my shaven mound. I felt much empathy for Abigail, but I had to admit my excitement at the prospect of taking down her soiled panties, seeing her nude, touching her young body and cleaning her up. I felt the bulk of my butt-plug, filling me and restraining the evacuation. I wondered how Abigail would react when she learnt that I wore a big plug in my anus to prevent evacuating. I touched my fingers to the material covering my pussy and felt how it slid over my vulva. I was wet. I slipped over my head the loop of the white PVC bib-apron and pulled on a pair of latex gloves. Finally I picked a pair of my white cotton panties for Abigail to put on after, and took a fresh towel and hand cloth. Ready for action I entered the bathroom, where the sight that greeted me confirmed the wisdom of my attire. She was standing in the tub, wearing only her panties, cream, full cut and shiny smooth and with pretty lace edging and embroidered with floral motifs. They were stretchy and large bulge at the bottom gave witness to what Abigail had done. There was a brown patch showing through the material. What's more, some runny brown poop had seeped out and was trickling down her thighs. She was looking down forlornly as if resigned to having ruined her nice panties. I saw now how lovely a figure she had. Not quite adult, her burgeoning femininity was already nicely developed. She was close to my height, about 5'6", slimmer than many girls though her profile was softly rounded and tapering in at her waist, flaring out gently at the hips. Thus her attractiveness presented a contrast to Lauren who was taller and leaner, more assertively so, Abigail compliantly so. She was the answer to my wildest dreams, young, attractive, well-spoken and respectful ..... and now she was naked and soiled and letting me, her best friend's mom clean her up. "Oh dear, you have made rather a mess. But I'm sure we can sort everything out. Let's get these off right now and we'll get you nice and clean in no time. Just stand like that." I knelt down behind and eased her shit-filled panties down, taking care not to mash it against the material, and trying also to avoid getting her buttocks and legs even more smeared. Because of this I couldn't avoid some of the girl's excrement slopping and smearing on my apron, bringing to mind how the nurse, Ulricke had been doing something similar. Now I was in her role, with Abigail in mine. I remembered vividly my embarrassment at seeing the nurse's white apron completely soiled with my excrement and empathised with the young girl in my charge. I saw her eyes on me, otherwise I would have grabbed a handful of her delightful stool. As it was I scooped a little using my latex clad fingers and surreptitiously sniffed the deep aroma, strong but not as penetrating as mine. I supposed Abigail ate a healthy diet mostly of cereals, vegetables and fruit, and did not indulge in red meat and rich cakes the way I did. After I finally got her panties down and off and dumped out most of the shit into the toilet bowl, then rinsed the garment under the tap before dropping it into a bucket of cold water. "It will almost all soak off like that, and then it can go in the wash and should come out good as new. You have very pretty panties and it would be a shame if they were too badly soiled. There's probably still some between your buttocks, Abigail. Would you mind bending forward and holding your cheeks apart so I can wash you off, please don't feel embarrassed about it. "But Margaret, I can do it. I couldn't let you see me in there, where all my dirty shit comes out. I'd be too ashamed." I told her there's nothing to be ashamed about and persuaded her to display her private cleft. She gingerly leant forward and used her hands to separate her beautifully round and smooth cheeks. She prised them apart until her dark rosebud was visible, surrounded by the delicate crinkled skin. As I expected there was quite a lot of brown faecal matter stuck in her cleft and among the little crannies surrounding her anus. I turned the shower on again and directed the jet right into her cleft, right onto her anus. The rim flared out involuntarily and a little more excrement burbled out and washed away. At the same time a stream of pee burst from her. "Oh Margaret, I'm so ashamed. You can see as I'm pissing and shitting and I cannot stop it happening!" "Don't worry about that," I said. "The jet on your ass hole always makes that happen, and it's getting you nice and clean." I ran the shower, letting it warm up before hosing her butt and legs, keeping the jet going to force all the filth down through the drain hole. But as she looked round she that a lot of her shit had splashed onto my apron and legs. "I'm so sorry Margaret, I've got you all dirty. I didn't mean to do that on you. " "No need to be sorry, Abigail. I really don't mind, I wear this plastic apron for all the dirty jobs as it wipes clean so easily. In fact I quite enjoy getting it dirty." I opened a pack of baby-wipes and gently wiped away the last traces of muck, starting at the edge and working in until she was completely clean. The delicate membrane of her anus and the skin around it was reddened and was in danger of becoming inflamed by the irritation. Even so, I thought her ass was extremely beautiful, and her rosebud especially so. I could also see her vulva and the base of her outer labia, which had become quite opened out. I told her, "Abigail, you have grown into an extremely attractive and gracious young woman. I do hope you never feel embarrassed about showing your body. But you seem to have some soreness at and around your anus and I'd suggest that I apply some cream to soothe it and help stop the irritation. It is not only soothing but is mildly antiseptic and will prevent any infection that would otherwise occur. You perhaps have been wiping a bit too much trying to get completely clean. OK? .... Good. Just stay like that." I took the jar of sudocrem, a natural preparation that had stood our family in good stead for many years and transferred a good-sized glob to my fingertips, enough to generously cover her soreness and the surrounding area. I applied the cream to her cleft and spread it over her, using slow circular movements to coat her soreness completely with a white layer. I decided not to rub it fully into her pores for fear of spoiling the effect of her feeling the cool and rather sticky soothing compound on her sensitive and intimate skin. Instead I touched her very lightly with my fingertips, just enough to work the cream into her tiny crannies and wrinkles of her rosebud and surrounds. She was now very quiet and still, except for a slight shuddering each time I touched her anus. I was sure she had become aroused. "Abigail, I noticed that your perineum, that is the sensitive place between your anus and vulva, also looks sore. So I am going to apply it to you down there. I am concerned that the irritation might spread to your vaginal lips, and that would be not only painful but could lead to an infection. Would you like me to apply some cream there as well?" "Well, I do feel rather sore, and I'd like you to do that for me. I enjoyed the feeling of your hands on me body." She squirmed and shuddered as I gently applied the cream to that most sensitive but secret place of hers, and I realised she was probably becoming very turned on. I thought she must be ready to climax and was trying to conceal it. "Abigail, don't be ashamed if you feel aroused. That's completely normal. Do you want to masturbate?" Her face and part of her neck and bust went completely red, She said nothing, but nodded very slightly. She started to stroke her labia with the lightest of caresses and immediately spasmed and bucked. For some minutes she thrust out her crotch and gyrated her hips, all the time stoking herself down there. I put my hands on her pelvis and buttocks, ostensibly to steady her but enjoying the contact with her compliant young flesh. She must have been on the point of orgasm already and just needed my approval to let go. "Oh fuck! FUCK!!!" she yelled, "Yes, YES, YES!!! .... FUCK!!! Look Margaret, look!!.... I'm cumming, I'M CUMMING!!!" After she calmed down from her climax she seemed somewhat guilty about her display, but I told her she should never feel ashamed about her sexual activities when with friends. "Margaret, did you mean it when you said you like it when someone poops and gets you dirty? Well, Lauren sometimes helps me when I mess myself and she doesn't mind when I get her dirty. I never imagined you would feel that way too. Do you mind if I tell you a little secret." I nodded my assent. "Sometimes Lauren and I play a little game, after school. We call it "accidents". We don't use the restroom and before we leave school we each take a laxative. We try to hold it as long as we can ..... Lauren nearly always wins. Then we clean up. Sometimes Lauren gets real messed with my shit, and I'm sure she likes it too. So I try to get her as dirty as I can. But I have to be careful because my Mom would go mad if she knew. So I keep some spare pairs of panties to change into so Mom doesn't find out. Do you think that is very bad?" I had noticed in the seat of her jeans the blue denim was discoloured and worn as if she'd scrubbed the material many times, and I now understood why. "Not at all, I think it's is perfectly fine for you to enjoy your body functions, and if you want to have fun with a friend, that's fine." I turned and showed her the device buried in my rectum. "You see I'm wearing a buttplug, if not I'd have accidents all the time. Later on Lauren will unplug me. Now that we've got to know each other's interest, Abigail, I expect you will be there to watch as I empty my bowels. Would you like that?" I lifted the hem of my apron and showed her the harness which fastened in front, the black plastic triangle barely covering my vagina. Then I turned and showed her the way the plug was fastened to the straps, impaling and stretching my anus and buried deep in my rectum. I was sure she was looking forward to the spectacle of a grown woman, her friend's mom, emptying the contents of her bowels. I helped Abigail dry off and gave her the panties to put on. Abigail's other clothes were in the bedroom she'd be sharing with Lauren, who was still out. Abigail chose some garments -- a fresh white shirt and clean pair of jeans, even tighter than those she arrived in. "While you are here you can wear my cotton panties, they are about your size and you don't have to worry about what your mom will say if you get them dirty. If you need to change them just let me know." "Wow, thanks Margaret, that's brilliant! You really don't mind?" I said I didn't mind at all. When she was dressed I told her how good she looked. "You have a lovely figure and those jeans show it off so well." For a while I was able to enjoy the relaxed time with Abigail, but I knew Lauren would return soon. I experienced a quiver of anxiety at the prospect of being exhibited ..... Abigail Ch. 02 Lauren returned, rather hot and breathless from riding her bike back from training. It had been raining a lot the last few days and by the state of her T-shirt and leggings I supposed the lanes were wet and muddy. Underneath her training kit would be covered with mud, as she always took the junior group to the swamp-like field on wet days, "to get them used to the conditions. But I knew really she loved getting herself and others dirty. She left her bike in the garage and removed her shoes and clothes in the utility room before entering the house. I knew the procedure she kept, not afraid to get her sports clothes dirty but fearing to mess the house. As she showered and changed, I heated up the chicken casserole I'd prepared earlier and put plenty of fresh vegetables on the pan. Thus we enjoyed a healthy and satisfying meal, washed down with a bottle of Chardonnay I'd kept for just such an occasion. I knew the girls avoided red meat and drank only a little alcohol, yet we were nicely comfortable and relaxed for the evening's activities. The wine made me nicely relaxed and ready for what was in store. As I expected, Lauren made the first move. "Mom, Abi tells me she got herself terribly dirty and was most ashamed that she'd disgraced herself in front of you. So she was so happy at the way you said you didn't mind at all and looked after her so nicely. But since you've seen her mess so badly I think she'll feel less self-conscious about it if she gets to see you dirty yourself as well. You don't mind do you, mom?" I had expected this and agreed, though with mixed emotions. I had indulged in bathroom games many times, and of course at the clinic, but never with another acquaintance of ours. "You know I do not mind soiling myself, degrading myself in front of you in this filthy way. But I am slightly anxious about doing such a thing in front of Abigail, I would not wish to offend by showing myself an enthusiast for filthy bathroom games." But Lauren immediately retorted that she was sure it would not cause any offence, in fact she thought Abigail would like to see me exhibit myself. I was still rather uncomfortable, this would be the first time I "performed" in front of anyone except my daughter or professional medical practitioners. But I realised I would not be able to avoid it. "OK, as Abigail is such a charming young lady and as long as she wont be shocked ...." She looked at her friend who showed absolute eagerness. "Good that's settled. Mom go into your room and put on the things I put out for you, the skimpy white cotton T-shirt that I used to wear. The material is a bit thin and it will be rather tight on you, but I want your nice mom-titties to be displayed, and your nips to show through. Then make yourself up, the way I like, put it on thick it and use lots of hair gel. Then get out a new pair of those nice white cotton panties, the full-cut ones, but don't put them on yet. Then come into the bathroom." The T-shirt was certainly tight as it crushed against my mature mommy breasts and it made my nipples harden so they protruded in a way that was not concealed at all by the material. It was short too, ending a couple of inches above my belly button. The feeling it gave me when I put it on alone made me feel wet and wanton, and the garish girly way I made myself up only added to my sluttish feeling. Putting on the make up made me look, and feel like a cheap slut. I knew Lauren wanted to deeply humiliate me in front of Abigail, I suppose to eliminate any barriers between us. In spite of this extreme imposition, I found myself becoming excited at the prospect. Now I was ready for whatever was going to happen. When I entered what had previously been our private haven of dirty games I saw both of them waiting. Unbeknownst to me Lauren had obtained two nurse's uniforms, each of shiny white PVC and which fitted each of them snugly, if a little short at the hem. They were both also wearing latex surgical gloves, while Abigail was holding a large jar of KY jelly. "Mom, you look great! We're going to enjoy this evening so much. First lets see you turn all the way round and show yourself to us. Do some grinds and give your titties a few good squeezes through that slutty little T-shirt, I want to see your nipples almost burst through the material, then lift it up. Display you nice big mom-tits and work them good. I know Abi wants to see how a grown up lady like to play with her boobs." The crude language and bold manner put me into the submissive mode I needed to debase myself and prepared me the humiliation I craved. Abigail looked flushed, as though nervous and excited at the same time. She would never have seen anything so depraved before, and perhaps wasn't sure how she'd react. For the next few minutes I put on the sort of lewd act that I knew Lauren enjoyed and never failed to make me feel sexy and ready for any nasty treatment. I was a bit concerned about Abigail's reaction, would she be find it repulsive that a mature responsible woman, her friend's mom, should behave in such an unladylike manner. She seemed at first to be embarrassed, for me rather than herself. Despite her mixed feelings she stared, transfixed and obviously very much turned on. I was still wearing my plug, kept securely in place by the thong-harness. Juice was leaking from my vagina into the little triangle that just about covered my labia but otherwise left me completely exposed. Before I climaxed Lauren ordered me to stop. "Mom, I want you now to spread your legs and bend part way forward, yes hold the rail ..... Abi, you're wearing latex gloves so would you mind removing mom's butt-plug. Unfasten the straps and then ease it out carefully ...... Mom, you know what to do. As soon as it's out bring your legs closer and keep your buttocks clamped ..... Good, just like that ... Now I'm going to help you on with your panties, you only have to step into them and I'll put them up. Try to keep your load inside while we inspect your plug for consistency of any of your faeces that might be remaining on it." Lauren pulled my panties up tightly encasing my buttocks. At their leisure they then made the most of examining my plug. Lauren commented at length at the glistening brown film and thicker streaks that adhered to the rubber implement. She remarked on its sliminess and feel, even sniffing it and inviting her friend to do the same. Abigail did so rather tentatively, wrinkling her nose in a mixture of disgust and fascination. Lauren inhaled deeply, then closed her eyes as if to savour the sensation. This was always a special treat for her, to enjoy the pungent scent of her mother's fecal waste. Ass if to accentuate the filthiness of my plug, she smeared it on her uniform and on Abigail's. "You can see what nasty filth my mom has inside her. All of that will soon be extruded from her dirty shit-hole, any into her spanking new white panties. It's quite aromatic as you noticed. In a short while you will see just how much of a mess it can make. I can assure you that when my mom shits her panties she really does it big time. Completely ruins them, always. They're good for nothing but the trash after that, the stains can never be erased. Isn't that so mom?" I blushed in shame at the explicit revelations, even though the contents of my bowels were no different from Lauren's or Abigail's. I still could not shake of the mantle of modesty that I had grown up with, and its denial filled me with shame. Lauren's eyes had lit up in delight, but I saw in her friend some apprehension mixed in with the wonder and excitement. I was clenching my buttocks as hard as I could and I thought I would succeed in preventing a very messy and humiliating accident. "I expect you are trying hard to hold your shit inside yourself now. Poor mom, I know it must be uncomfortable for you straining like that but I want Abigail to see you shit your panties. It's going to be terribly degrading for you to do this but you have to let it all out, it is not good for you to hold it inside you. Perhaps you need a little help. Keep it in for a minute longer" Lauren went to the cabinet and took something out from a small packet. I realised at once it was a glycerine suppository, heavy duty intended to relieve severe constipation. "I'm going to pull mom's panties down for just a moment. Abi, take this little object and insert it quickly in through mom's shit hole, push it right in deep. You might have to be firm to make sure it is properly in. Then I'll pull her panties up again and start massaging her lower belly. She's obviously got a problem with emptying her bowels." Then Abigail asked, "How long is since your mom went to the bathroom?." I hang my head in shame, completely red-faced and mumbled it was three days. "Sorry, I think Abi didn't quite hear you. Did you say two days?" I was mortified to be forced to admit I had not emptied my bowels for three days. "Lauren, you mean she kept it inside her for all that time?" "Yes, Abi, Mom's got three days load of putrid shit up inside her bloated rectum. And it's going to be real stinky and make a dreadful mess of her new white panties." It was terribly humiliating to be talked about in the third person and to have my most private body functions described in such a crude manner. But these feelings were swept away by a more immediate, and tangible concern. I felt an intense burning inside my rectum as the melted glycerine made contact with my sensitive inner walls. I was overcome by an uncontrollable need to evacuate, my sphincter opened involuntarily and the huge mass began to force its way out. But its progress was temporarily halted by the resistance of my anal ring. Part-in and part-out, it could go so far but no further and all the time that wicked suppository made me frantic to purge myself. But it was a very big and firm stool, no doubt compressed by the prolonged forced retention. My anal ring was being stretched terribly. "Poor mom, her panties are holding it in. Abi, pull her panties down and let's have a look ..... Oh yes, what a big log, You can see the end poking out, see where it's made a brown smudge in the seat of moms panties. And look how dirty she is around her rosebud. Now, I want you to prod it with your finger, don't be frightened of it, you've got your latex gloves on. Yes, that's it, and now it's starting to emerge again. Quick, pull mom's panties back up ..... Like that ....... Now Abi, see where it making a lump in her panties, look you can even see a damp brown patch forming. We'll just watch as it gets bigger and more visible." I blushed deeply at this humiliating commentary. My own daughter speaking about my inability to expel my waste, remarking on its, and the dirtiness around my anus and the big brown lump in my panties. Inexorably, the massive load emerged and nestled in the seat of my panties. I felt so must better to be rid of it, by totally humiliated by my enforced display. Lauren was becoming breathless and to my horror her hand was under her skirt. Yes, my daughter was openly masturbating in front of us, turned on by the sight of her defecating into her panties. And she wasn't in the least shy about exhibiting herself in front of her friend. "Oh, ohhhhh! ..... Aaaagghhh!! .... AAARGGGHHHH!!!" Her sounds resembled no intelligible language, they just conveyed a raw animal lust. "Now it's time to grab some of that shit, show it to us, we'll see what that filth looks like and how much she had in her. Let's help her out of her panties." Together they carefully pulled my panties down, so as not to spill any. It was tricky because of the size of my stool but after a while they had the garment off and Lauren held it up for her friend to see. The pile was threatening to slop over onto the tiled floor, and it was still steaming. By now the room smelt incredible, but the girls were more fascinated than repulsed by it. "Wow, that's the most I've ever seen. Abi, take a handful and squeeze it, its OK you're still wearing the latex gloves...... mmmmm, doesn't that feel nice. Oh, a bit's gone onto my uniform, but never mind." Lauren wiped it, smearing it onto her uniform. "Now my tunic is decorated with mom's shit I can get started properly." As if to illustrate her point she took some more and daubed it over her previously spotless white outfit, leaving a wide brown band across from over her right breast to the hem of her skirt. Go, I'm dying to see you soil your outfit too." Tentatively at first, Abigail wiped a brown fingertip over her tunic, then another. She giggled and then became pensive. She started to breathe faster, became flushed and excited. Suddenly she put both her hands in grabbed as much as she could and held it in front of us before slapping the whole lot onto her chest and smeared it. I'm sure she squeezed her PVC covered breasts as she liberally daubed it all over her front. "Urrgghhhh! It's so nasty, brown, soft, mucky and sticky. Look, Lauren, see what a mess I've made of myself." She grinned as she proudly showed off her handiwork. "Hey, not bad for a beginner. Looks like mom is cleanest of us three. Let's scoop out as much as we can and let her put them back on." My panties were fit for nothing but the trash but here was I, putting them back on. The girls had scooped off most of the excrement, but there remained a nasty, thick, pasty brown layer almost covering the inside. The foul contents had cooled off and were now damp and clammy, horribly sticky and clingy as I slowly pulled them up. Little pieces of excrement stuck to my legs leaving brown trails, and bits were spilling onto the floor. Naturally the base was the most thickly layered, there was a great wad, and when it again nestled against my crotch the contact with my sensitive vulva felt incredibly disgusting and should have filled me with revulsion. Instead, I felt my juices flowing again and knew that I was incredibly turned on. I even wanted to massage the fecal wad against my crotch. Obviously, I had become a complete filth-slut. Although I'd tried to keep my hands clean, the soiling of my panties was so wide that fingers was also shit-covered. Almost reflexively, I wiped them clean on my white cotton T-shirt so that too quickly became decorated. Abigail stared in wonder, transfixed at my disgusting state, fascinated beyond reason and incredibly aroused. She was almost oblivious to the great lump of excrement in her latex-gloved hands, such was her attention was on me. "Wow, your mom is amazing! I never imagined anything so gross. I feel like doing something .... Something really nasty." With that she slapped the mass of shit onto her uniform and then lasciviously smeared it all over, but paying special attention to where her tunic covered her breasts, and grinding her hips as she did. "I think you need some relief, I'm sure mom would like to help you the way you do to me. Mom, Abi would love to have your tongue on her clitty and in her cunt." "Wow, Lauren, I've gotta have it. Go on, slut, gets you tongue on my clitty and work me good. I'll tell you when I want it up my cunt.." And so it was I got down on my hands and knees, wearing my skimpy T-shirt and the filthy cotton panties I'd just now fill so copiously. As I squirmed to get under and in between Abigail's thighs I felt that disgusting garment sticking and pulling at me. After a few moments I'd got my tongue where the little bitch wanted it and I heard her sigh with the intensity of pleasure that only a woman receiving relief for her sexual need can know. She was as wet as can be, literally gushing her juices onto my thickly made up face. She started to grunt and grind her hips as well and I knew she was close to orgasm. "Fuck me, fuck me with your tongue, stick it up my sopping cunt, now! .... Yes, Yes..... YES!!!! ...... AAARRGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!" She climaxed noisily and extravagantly, I doubted if she could ever have experienced such an intense release at home. I'm sure her mom never allowed to visit any friends who might her achieve such an orgasm. Then her legs bucked and she collapsed over me, gasping and panting as she recovered her breath.. "Wow, Margaret, that was fantastic, You're a tremendous cunt licker, even better than Lauren." Lauren then turned me to the mirror to show me how I looked. I was horrified at the mess I'd made of myself. My mascara and eye shadow was dribbled down my cheeks, all around my mouth my lipstick was smeared and my hair was like a vandalised bird's nest. Even worse, my T-shirt was partly see-through, partly caked in shit, and slightly torn. And my panties were .... ready for the trash. "And just look at us all, wonderfully filthy with your shit. Thank you mom, for making Abi's evening so special. I think now it's time for us to get you clean." Between them they showed me, caressed my body, patted me dry. Ready for bed. Tomorrow would be another day. Abigail stayed with us for a week. Each day she and Lauren would go out on their bikes. Abigail, not surprisingly became more confident about herself, more assertive anyway, but she never ceased to be a perfectly charming guest, helpful and respectful despite the bizarrely perverse episodes in which we partook. She remained concerned about getting her panties dirty, and her mom finding out. So each day I gave her a pair of my own to wear so she could save hers from becoming soiled. "I expect you and Lauren will be playing around and I don't imagine it will always be easy for you to attend properly to your toilet." Knowing she'd soil them profusely, I add the words, "it doesn't matter if they get dirty." Abigail Ch. 02 The following is a story first published on another web site under a slightly different nom de plume. I decided to post it here as well since there have been several mentions of it in posting for other of my stories. I'm trying to make sure that all of my works are posted here. Please note that aside from this foreword I have made no changes in any way. I hope the reader enjoys the story. All characters are 18 or older. * A continuation of Abigail's life. She woke that morning as she had for the past many months: with one hand clenched between her thighs and the other clutching the distended nipple at the tip of one breast. She woke feeling refreshed and alive, eager to face the new day. The sex dream was fading rapidly and then gone as she rose. Striding to her three-sided, full length mirror she stretched like a cat. Arching her back, hands clasped, arms upraised, lifting up onto her toes , her breasts rose as she stretched. She admired her reflection complacently. The magnificent pink mounds trembled only slightly as she breathed but they quivered heavily as she relaxed to stand flat footed. As they came to rest they settled firmly in place, high on her rib cage. So large, she marveled once again. So magnificently large. Some women were embarrassed by the size of their breasts. Not her. Not anymore. Not since that day in finishing school! She had, she thought, the largest breasts imaginable. They had been the largest in her school by far. Probably, she reflected, the largest in town. She had never met, never seen, any woman as well endowed as she was. She couldn't imagine larger breasts on a frame her size. And she felt nothing but pride and self admiration now. She no longer tried to hide her endowments under layers of clothing. Of course, it was impossible to hide breasts the size of hers. And why make the effort she felt? At five foot nine inches, she was taller than most women although from a distance you would have thought her shorter than that. Most women her height were not nearly so abundantly blessed, she knew. The massively curved mounds sat proudly, high on her rib cage. The outer curves swept beyond the width of her shoulders by several inches. The bottom of her breasts rested just below her navel! And they were so fully fleshed! They swelled out almost immediately below the start of the cleavage that separated the immense mounds. Women who were blessed with anything close to her proportions tended to be less than five feet, two inches. Something to do with puberty and hormones she had read somewhere. She was the lucky exception, she felt. And no woman, tall or short, had the same over-abundant curves, she knew! Swiveling from side to side she watched as the immense, softly rounded mounds swung back and forth. At each extent they slapped softly against her upper arms, together, and then rebounded in the other direction. When she cupped a hand against the outer sides of each breast to stop the swaying the curve of each breast was almost unnoticeable to the touch, they were so large. Pressing inward, pressing hard, using her hands and forearms, elbows pointed straight ahead, she caused her breasts to surged forward, seeming to almost touch the mirror several feet in front of her. As usual her aureoles puffed up a bit from the internal pressure. During periods of arousal they would also become more prominent, more noticeable, more sensitive to the touch. Making fists of both hands she squeezed each aureole and pressed inward and upward. Her breasts crushed together, pushing outward and surging toward her face. She was imitating a pose that she had seen on the internet. She remembered the happy smile of pride that the model had had on her face. Her own face in the mirror was just as pride-filled and she was certain that her breasts were larger than the cover model's. Her chin was just visible above the rounded swells of her breasts, her shoulders completely concealed while her navel was hidden between the lower, inner edges of her melons. Her elbows held akimbo, her breasts filled the complete expanse between. From below her navel to her chin, from outstretched elbow to outstretched elbow she was all breast meat, her clenched fists almost sunken from sight in the warm pink and tan flesh. Her legs clenched tightly together, she felt a shiver of arousal at the picture she presented in the mirror. What a body, she chortled to herself! Looking at herself in the mirror every morning this way had become a part of her awakening ritual. She enjoyed posing, imitating the photos of girls that she had seen on the internet and elsewhere. She knew that she was the envy of other women everywhere she went. And the object of the lust of all the men. And she relished the attention. Smugly she watched as she released the pressure and her magnificent globes jellied back to their normal position, held high and thrusting forward in defiance of gravity. Her nipples slightly aroused from being handled. She cuddled each awesome breast to her self, caressing and kissing one and then the other in self appreciation. Then, reluctantly, she turned and moved to the bath. As she entered the shower she recalled when her breasts had first started to become the massive globes that they were now. It had been long before she entered finishing school. At the time of her first brush with puberty. She had at first been delighted as she grew quickly to sport a firm pair of B-Cuppers. Then she had grown somewhat embarrassed as the continued expansion had turned into an on-going, ever increasing, expanding bust line. Other girls in the convent school had picked on her and made her feel unattractive, a "freak". It had taken a kind and understanding teacher at her finishing school to get her to consider herself attractive and blessed, rather than cursed. While he had never taken advantage of the teacher-student relationship, she had often fantasized of what might have happened if he had done so. With his help she had discovered pride in her appearance and had begun to learn of the power that her incredible pulchritude imbued her with. Power to command the attention of any man. Power to reduce other women to insignificance, unnoticeable to men while she was nearby. Realizing that she was repeatedly sudsing her breasts and no longer just washing Abigail reluctantly rinsed off and turned off the shower. As she toweled off she inspected her vast globes. There were no stretch marks, her breasts were continuing to grow, to expand further outward, further forward! Lifting each in turn she patted them dry, enjoying the towel's rough texture. Rubbing briskly she brought each nipple to prominence. They quickly blossomed into firm pegs, almost an inch wide and slightly longer. While much larger than normal they were almost lost against the bulk of the breasts that supported them. The weight of each breast was considerable and her supporting hand sank almost from sight as she lifted each breast to towel under it. The vast globes quivered as she patted the sides and tops. She enjoyed the feelings of movement. The reassuring massive weight of her breasts as they hung so solidly in front of her made her feel so womanly! She was very proud of how large she had become. And the growth was continuing. Only last week she had received another supply of bras. Larger than the last group, a collection of sport and practical with a mix of what she thought of as entertainment bras. It was from this selection that she picked the lingerie she would use this day. A pair of high cut French bikini panties were pulled snugly into her crotch. A matching pale blue bra was cinched around her waist with the clasps to the front. Unable to see the clasps because of her immense breasts, she worked by feel to close the hook and eyes then shifted the bra around and, leaning over, pulled the straps and cups up and over her breasts, shaking each into it's cup. Then, standing upright again, she pulled and tugged, shifted and caressed to snugly encase each breast in it's lace and spandex container. Even though each cup contained enough fabric to make a complete bra for any other woman; on her the cups just barely covered the nipple and left almost the entire upper half of her breasts uncovered. She smiled contentedly at the cleavage she presented. The bras straps were connected to the cups on the far outside presenting an epic sweep of snow white breast tops separated by an extravagantly long cleavage. A short, snug skirt that ended a fashionable distance above her knees was next and then a white sweater top that zipped up the front was stretched over her upper body. She had a doctor's appointment before she headed to her first job interview and she did not want to have too much to struggle with. A short jacket was the last touch - it was a brisk spring day - then she grabbed her attaché case and was out the door - her flats clacking on the stairs as she descended. ************************ The Doctor's Office The doctor's office was a familiar stop for her. Once a month she arrived early in the day and was measured and weighed. On alternate months blood was drawn. She seldom saw the doctor himself. Usually the nurse took down the statistical data and recorded it in the log book. There was no explanation of the continued growth yet, all of the tests returned normal results and yet the phenomenal growth continued. Some times a fraction of an inch increase. Often an inch in a month. Her weight kept increasing, but this was expected. Her thighs, waist and hips remained slender, almost unchanged. Her chest measurement had increased slowly; mostly due to an increase in musculature across the back and pectorals. The examining physicians had been astounded at the way she was able to carry her breasts with no discomfort. And the fact that the hugely swollen breasts remained almost defiant of gravity was also remarkable. Examinations had suggested, but been unable to determine conclusively, that she had developed additional ligature support which allowed her breasts to continue to jut forward so dramatically. She didn't care why it was, she was just pleased that it was. As she entered the doctor's office the receptionist looked up and with a smile told her to enter examining room 3. Dropping her attaché case on the floor beside the chair in the examination room, she hopped up on the examining room table and waited. It was only a few minutes later when a nurse entered. "Abigail deWinter? Hello, I'm Nurse Sweeney. I'll be taking your measurements today." She did not recognize the nurse. "I don't think I know you", she said. "No, I'm new with the doctor. I must say, having read your records I'm quite anxious to do this work up. You have created quite a stir in the profession young lady." "Because of these?" she queried, gesturing to her over filled jacket. "Indeed, yes. You appear to be a statistical anomaly. Now slip off your clothes and I'll do the measurements. Would you like to slip behind that screen?" she asked indicating a small screened area in the corner. "No, I'm not shy", she replied as she doffed her jacket. "I must admit that I was skeptical when I first read your charts. But I see that if anything I had not grasped the extent of your, um, attributes." "Yeah. I'm big aren't I?" "I, I, uh, hope you don't take offense. But, I've never imagined a woman could be so , um, ah, well-endowed." "Nah, I'm pretty used to it. I've been really big for a couple of years now." Now that the subject had come up she noticed that the nurse really was staring at her chest. She didn't usually pay much attention to the reaction of those around her- she was always so much larger than anyone else. She was used to having people gawk at her. "Do they cause you any trouble?" asked the nurse. "Some times I understand that women who are extremely well endowed get backaches. Not to mention the unwanted attention and negative reaction that you may experience from time to time" "No. They are no trouble at all. At first I was a little insecure but now I really like being large chested. And the bigger I get, the more I like it. I'm proud of how I look!" "Well that's a very healthy attitude." said the nurse. "Okay lets get started." The nurse was making no pretense of not looking at her in her skirt and sweater. She unzipped the sweater and with a shake of her shoulders wriggled out of it. "My God!" exclaimed the nurse under her breath, watching in amazement at the outrageous shimmy this created in the exposed bosom. "You, ah, should slip out of that skirt as well", she said. "I want to be sure all the measurements are correct." Abigail leaned over as she pushed her skirt down and off her hips. Bent over like that the nurse was presented with a vista of naked flesh bisected with an immensely deep cleavage that stretched over a foot to the top of the over-filled brassiere cups. "Might as well leave this on till you get my chest measurement", she said motioning to her bra. "Good idea. Now hold still while I... The nurse sank to one knee beside her and rapidly wrapped the tape around one thigh. "Nineteen inches, very muscular. Do you work out?" "No, not really. But I do walk a lot." She always walked as much as possible. She enjoyed knowing that the guys were all watching her as she bounced and jiggled under the sweaters and knit tops that she preferred. "Walking is great exercise", the nurse said as she measured the hips. "Um 34 inches. Waist, ah, 22 inches and very muscular I notice." "The Doctor says I'm developing more muscle to compensate for how large my breasts are becoming. He thinks it's one of the reasons that I hardly sag at all! Really, I hardly need to wear a bra," she confided to the nurse. The nurse quickly ran her tongue over her lips. There was a glint in her eyes. "Um, okay. Now turn around and let me get a good measurement above and below your breasts. This is why I asked you to keep your bra on, dear." Now lets see..." The nurse quickly wrapped the tape across the top of the chest, under the arms, her hands lightly stroking across the girl's cleavage as she did so. She noted the measurement in the log. "Now the lower one. Raise your arms, please. Yes, like that." Her hands brushed the undersides of the bra, lingering momentarily as she straightened out the tape. "Um, let's see now. I make it as thirty-four and a half inches. That's a little larger than the last time. I guess you're gaining weight!" she teased as she gently rested her hands on the girls waist. She was standing very close behind her. "Probl'y muscle" Abigail replied and giggled. "That tickles!" "Ticklish are you?" asked the nurse. Her hands stroked lightly up the long waist. "Well, never mind. Take off your bra now. I need to make the rest of the measurements." Standing in front of the patient, the nurse made no pretence of not watching as the bra was removed. To her obvious surprise there was little sag when the immense harness was taken off. "Amazing", she muttered under her breath as she gathered the tape in her hands. "This is quite a stretch" she muttered as she stepped up to Abigail and attempted to pass the tape from one hand to the other behind the girls back. "Sorry, excuse me", being almost a head shorter than the patient she had to stand very close and she had brushed her hair against one of the gargantuan tits. If she had faced forward her face would have been buried in the cleavage in front of her. Carefully, slowly, she brought her hands together, not allowing the tape to tighten so much that it pulled the breasts together. With an amazed look on her face she said, "Eighty THREE inches! Eighty three and a quarter inches! I've never heard of such a thing! And they don't have any sag to speak of. Young lady, you are a miracle! These have to be the biggest, firmest, breasts in the world!" Abigail was watching the nurse's amazed reaction with amusement and pride. Then she started to giggle. "And what is it that you find so funny, my dear?" asked the nurse. "Well you said eighty-three inches, right?" "And a quarter of an inch. Yes. Is that funny?" "Well, I was just remembering a couple of years ago. I lied and told someone that I measured eighty-three inches then. I don't know why. It seemed important to me to tell him I was really big. I only measured about sixty-five or seventy inches back then. I thought eighty-three inches sounded much bigger. He seemed impressed. And now I do measure eighty-three inches. And a quarter." "Indeed you do." Replied the nurse. "Now lean over. Let me get the measurement." "My, even when you lean right over like that your breasts don't really dangle down like most. They still seem to be really round! Truly, you a blessed young woman! But it does add about ten inches to the measurement. So I guess you could tell someone that you measure ninety-five inches if you wanted to." They both giggled at the thought. Straightening up Abigail said, "Well, now you can do the other measurements, Nurse." There was a confused look on the nurse's face. "Other measurements? What other measurements?" "The ones on the back of the sheet," replied Abigail. "Back of the sheet..." the nurse muttered as she flipped the sheet over. "Um, Depth, Span, Circumfrance..." she read off the page. "well, I don't understand these." She looked up at Abigail. "What are they? You've been through this before, not me. What am I supposed to do?" "Well, you start with that measuring 'T' there." She indicated two pieces of wood joined at right angles with a knurled knob. Both lengths were marked in fractions of an inch. "See, you put one end here, on my sternum, and the other piece you move out until it's just touching the tip of my nipples. And you mark down the distance shown here." She pointed to the junction of the two rods. What does it say?" "Thirteen and one half inches." "Then you mark down the distance from the center point out to each nipple." The nurse jotted down the left and then the right number. Adding them up as indicated on the form she entered nineteen inches in the total column. "And then there is the measurement that I always ask the nurse to check. It's unofficial, but I think its fun. Watch this", she commanded. Using both hands she simultaneously massaged and milked her nipples until they were quivering at attention. "What does that measure now? For depth? It usually adds at least an inch, sometimes more." "Yeah, y...y...yes, it does!" "Now, loosen that knob and watch this - make sure you don't drop the rods!" she warned. Taking a deep breath she drew her shoulders back and mashed her tits together as hard as she could with her forearms. With a little zzzzzip the cross piece was pushed outward so fast that the nurse gave a little yelp as she stepped back. "I warned you not to drop it!" Abigail said with a smile. "Now pick it up and tell me what my cleavage measures when I squash them together like this." With a chagrined look on her face the nurse did as she was asked. "Um, wow! Almost exactly twenty four inches! As my brother used to say, 'What a set of knockers'. Oh, excuse me, that was unprofessional of me. Still, you must be used to a certain amount of attention carrying such a large pair of breasts." "Sure, I don't mind. I know how lucky I am to be so well endowed!" "You certainly are! In all my years I've never heard of anyone even remotely as top heavy as you are. Not even any of the silicone enhanced entertainers on the dance circuit. Gosh, I'm a D-Cup myself, I've never thought I was flat chested. Until today!" She laughed. "And you have such a good attitude! You seem at ease with your body image. Many less well endowed women are trying to minimize their bust size." Abigail Ch. 02 "No, I used to worry about it. Now I revel in the attention. Sometimes I think I have a bit of an exhibitionist streak in me. I like wearing tight sweaters, tank tops and the like! You should see how the boy's eyes light up when I shimmy and shake while I walk down the sidewalk! See?" She subtly shook her shoulders, causing a massive tremor to erupt as her breasts bounced and quivered. "I like the way they feel as they shake. When I wear a low cut top and my favorite bra the tops of my breasts look like two bowls of gelatin, quivering, bouncing, drawing the eyes of all the boys!" "And some of the girls too, I bet!" interjected the now aroused nurse. Abigail was now cradling her left breast in her right hand while milking and squeezing it's nipple with the other hand. She had reached under her right breast to do so and as a result that incredible ovoid was jiggling and bouncing around, the nipple waving in arcs and curves. The nurse's eyes followed the movement of that nipple hungrily. Moaning with desire she clasped the breast with both hands and began to suck it furiously. "Mmmmmm. I love that! Suck 'em!" Abigail entwined her fingers in the nurse's short hair and held her tightly to her breast. The nurse continued to suck, increasing the pressure. Licking at the nipple she caused the nipple to reach epic proportions. Nibbling and sucking, her warm, wet mouth barely encompassed the rosy pink aureole. Switching to the now unoccupied tit the frantic nurse suckled even harder. Her constant attention to the tit that her face was jammed against did not distract her completely from the other huge mound. Her hand jiggled, caressed, and stroked it. Her nimble fingers plucked and twisted the erect nipple. Releasing both tits for a moment she leaned back gazing at the incredible mounds of flesh that jiggled and swayed in front of her. "I can't get over it! Your tits are SO big, and SO firm. They just don't sag the way I would expect them to! There were other measurements weren't there? Let me get the tape." "I'm glad you like them," Abigail said as the nurse returned with the cloth tape measure. "I'm proud of them now, not like I was when I was younger. I like to see people get turned on by my huge titties." "I can imagine!" declared the Nurse as she wrapped the tape around the right and then the left boob. "Almost exactly the same! Thirty-five inches! Why each one of these is larger than your hip measurement! That's incredible! Each of your aureole are just over four inches across at the widest point" Giggling Abigail shook her shoulders back and forth. "I know! Have you ever seen bigger titties?" "No," moaned the Nurse as she jammed her face between the rocking melons. "They are SO huge, SO firm, SO outrageous. Your nipples are so stiff! I could suck and play with them all day! " "Well, I have an appointment later this afternoon. Why don't you just suck on them and play with my pussy until I collapse from orgasmic exhaustion?" giggled the outrageously busty young woman.