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Akali had been aching all day. It had started in the morning, after already going more than 24 hours without pooping. Her bowels were full, and they let her know it as she sat down on the toilet (panty free this time) for her morning pee. Over the course of the day, she'd went from simply needing to poop to aching and throbbing with fullness, having to stop moving every several minutes to clench and bear down and make sure her bowels didn't empty themselves then and there.
There were 20 minutes left until she was scheduled to receive her next text, and the poor, abused ninja honestly thought she wasn't going to make it that long. She'd never needed to poop this bad before, not even close, and all she could do was sit down and count the seconds and hope she had the strength and willpower to hold on just a little bit longer.
At least she had clean panties on for the moment. As kinky and fun as it was wearing filthy underwear, it felt good and clean and freeing to actually be wearing something proper. Her panties were bikini cut and lace green, her favourite forest green colour. They clung to her toned ass, riding up between her cheeks just right to show off her perfect curves while still remaining relatively modest and covering almost half of each round cheek. The lacy pattern allowed her skin to peek out in places, but they weren't inappropriately transparent or slutty.
She was wearing a t-shirt as well, one that clung tightly to her thin and lithe frame. It was plain white and the cotton was very thin to begin with, and also stretched rather tightly against her, ending a few inches above the waistband of her underwear. Her small nipples were visible through the insubstantial fabric, the slightest hint of light pink seeming to show through the pale white cloth. It was no good for wearing outside (since, among other things, she couldn't wear a bra with it without looking ridiculous) but it was comfy and perfect for lounging around the house.
The ninja moaned and squirmed in her seat, another wave of pressure coming over her as her over-stuffed ass tried to empty itself once again. Clenching hard, she squeezed her fingers into the fabric of her couch, managing to hold on until the unbearable pressure relented a bit.
Her new phone was beside her, and she kept checking it every few moments, hoping that the text message would come early and allow her some kind of relief. Not that she expected anything good to come of it, but oh god, sitting there and trying to just hold on was agony.
She downloaded a game on the phone to try and pass the time, but she kept losing and getting game overs, unable to focus long enough to accomplish anything. After that she'd pulled up the two videos she had recorded, replaying them both, simply for lack of anything better to do. She was totally dismayed at how dirty and slutty they were, and though she'd been forced into all this, she deeply regretted how easily she'd went along with it all.
Not that she could think of any better options, of course, but still... had she really needed to be such a slut? Couldn't she have pretended to have at least a bit of dignity?
Finally the text came. Akali gulped. She didn't want to read it, but she didn't exactly have the time to sit there and feel sorry for herself either, so she quickly opened it.
"Hello, my little ninja-slut. Today you're going to shit your panties for me."
Akali let out an audible groan of dismay as she read the words. She'd known they were coming, for two whole days she'd known why she was holding onto her bowels and not using the toilet, but to actually see the words out in front of her, unambiguous, still made her feel awful.
"Good choice of panties to take a crap in, by the way. You look sexy in them."
Akali blushed heavily at that. When she'd picked out some fresh underwear that morning, the thought had crossed her mind about what she'd be doing in them. She'd hoped against hope that things might not work out as she had been expecting them to, but truthfully, she had knowingly picked those exact panties to go poop in. She'd known what was going to happen, even imagined what it might look like, before deciding on them.
"Once you've emptied yourself into your panties, you're not going to take them off. You're not going to clean them or empty them or do anything else aside from masturbating in them."
That was going to be impossible. How could she ever get herself off while wearing something as vile and disgusting as shit-in panties? Still, maybe if she just came really quickly, somehow, it would all be over with...
"I know how eager you are to be a filthy slut, but I don't want you cumming too quickly. Edge yourself five times after you shit yourself, and then wait for further instructions."
Oh god. So much for getting it over with quickly. She wasn't familiar with the term 'edging', but a quick internet search cleared things up. Not only was she going to have to masturbate in her poopy panties, but she was going to have to do it a lot, apparently. She whimpered in dismay, mind racing to find a way out of the awful situation.
Akali tried sending a desperate text back. "Please, please don't make me do this! I'll do anything else, I'll pee my panties as much as you want, but this is too gross, please!!!" she begged. The message had failed to send though, just like the last time she'd attempted to communicate. She waited several seconds, hopeful that it had somehow gotten through anyways, until another cramp hit her and she groaned in discomfort, again just barely managing to hold her load in.
She couldn't hold on any more, and didn't have time to wait. The next wave of pressure was probably going to be it, and she did not want to find out what happened if she disobeyed her instructions, even unintentionally.
Slowly and gingerly standing up, Akali walked down to the bathroom in small steps, heart beating rapidly. It was a short walk, but it seemed to take forever, and she turned on the camera to begin recording her video before she'd made it all the way there.
Holding the phone up to her face as she walked, she gave a dainty waive and a "hello" to open her newest fetish porno.
"I can't believe I'm about to do this," she said nervously, already blushing, "but I'm going to shit in my panties."
She stepped into the clean white bathroom, turning on the bright lights.
"And I wanna get it on video," she added needlessly, just because it felt like a slutty thing to say. She hadn't been told to be especially naughty today, but it was getting easy to slip into the persona of "Akali the slutty porn star", or at least, it made recording the videos a bit easier.
She walked up to the toilet. The seat was down, but she flipped the lid down too, before slowly kneeling down on the cold tile in front of the toilet.
"I'm gonna do it right here," she said almost breathlessly to the camera. "I'm gonna poop in my panties right here, right by the toilet."
Quickly grabbing a few items off of the counter, snatching basically anything she could reach from her knees, she constructed a makeshift phone prop on the floor a few feet behind her. Placing the phone there, she quickly double-checked, making sure the angle and view were both suitable. Messing herself and filming it with a handheld camera would've been a difficult task, but propped up on the floor as it was, it now provided a steady, delightful view of her green-lace-clad ass.
Still on her knees, the ninja leaned forward, over top of the closed toilet lid, resting some of her weight on her forearms. She arched her back, thrusting her butt at the camera, trying to make her pose look as slutty as possible.
"Oh god, oh fuck," she panted. "The toilet's right here and I'm using my panties instead," she said, before her shift in position caused another cramp. She didn't try to hold back this time, and probably couldn't have even if she'd wanted to.
The lacy fabric that had been buried between her ample cheeks began to poke outwards, forced to move to make room for Akali's emerging shit.
"Oohhhh..." she groaned, low and long, finally getting the relief she'd been wanting all day, even if it was in the worst way possible. She didn't even need to push, it was all coming out of its own accord, poking her panties out further and further like a tent pole.
"Oh god, I'm shitting myself," she moaned, doing just that. "I'm shitting in my panties, and it..." she trailed off, the solid log pushing further out her ass and into her knickers, still poking straight away from her asshole.
Her shit grew bigger, and bigger, stretching her green panties outwards. The waistband began to dig into the soft flesh around her hips, struggling to accommodate her massive, desperate load, but her bowel continued to hastily empty itself, not at all caring whether her pretty underwear could actually hold it all. Soon the force of her poop coming out was equalled by the force of her panties trying to stretch around it, and the movement ceased. She had to actually push then, and she did, forcing another half inch of brown crap out before the lacy fabric of her undies stopped yielding even to the increased pressure.
The legbands stretched away from the skin of her butt, and the waistband dug almost painfully into her waist. The turd was huge, and solid, and still stuck inside her, tenting out 4 inches from her pried-open asshole. It was locked in battle with the forest green lace, and neither seemed to be making any progress. Her legbands were stretched out more than an inch from her skin at the longest point, giving a sort of window into her panties, an uncovered view of the thick and lumpy log of solid shit protruding out of her. Not that an uncovered view was at all necessary, as it was comically obvious from any angle that Akali was pooping in her panties.
Reaching back with her hand, her fingers groped at her new tail-like appendage. She gasped, and stroked it gently, and gasped again. It felt so huge! Her fingers then traced along the legbands, finding them stretched open, and she shifted sideways slightly, giving the camera an unneeded but revealing view right inside of her panties.
"Oh god," she moaned, "look what I did... my poor panties are filling with shit!"
She wasn't done though, not nearly. Her gut still ached with fullness, and she returned to her original position, bent over and kneeling with her back arched.
She reached her hand back up her butt and stroked the long log again, accentuating it for the camera, before putting her hand under it and pressing up. It finally snapped, and her tight undies snapped back into place, hugging the fat turd up between her pale butt cheeks. Her bowels resumed their evacuation, and this time she pushed to help them along. Several seconds later she was back in the same position, solid poop poking out of her and stretching her panties to the maximum.
"So much shit," she panted, "so much..."
This time she didn't need to use her hand to break it. Maybe it was a bit softer, or maybe the angle was just a bit different, but either way the foul shaft gave way and followed its predecessor, getting hugged up against her butt by her sexy, soiled panties. This one was at a slight angle so it didn't just squish between her cheeks, criss-crossing the other chunky turd and making an unsightly, obscene bulge of brown in her underwear.
She began to push a third piece out, but this one only made it a few inches before it got too squishy keep tent poling the lacy fabric, softer shit beginning to squish out of her aching asshole now. The more she pushed out, the softer it seemed to get, and she could feel the hot muck smearing across her skin as it squished its way between the solid logs.
"Oh god, I can't stop crapping myself!" Akali whined, wriggling her butt as an unshapely, lumpy bulge began to form in the ass of her panties. Her poo felt like hot, sticky oatmeal, and it kept coming, her panties now beginning to stretch to accommodate the sheer quantity of her shitty load. The sticky squishing sounds also seemed to be growing louder as more hot poo mushed its way into her undies, and she wondered how well her phone would be able to pick up the sounds. She'd known that holding on for two days had backed her up a bit, but there was so much of the filthy stuff that she couldn't believe it.
Finally, her bowels seemed to be emptied and her ass quit ejecting sticky poop. The ninja groaned, and reached back to feel the extent of her mess, gasping as her fingers traced over the chunky load.
"So much..." she said again, cupping the huge bulge in her hand. There was more than a handful, considerably more, and the weight of it alone made her shudder.
"Look how bad I shit myself... with the toilet right here..." she moaned, to herself as much as the camera. She arched her back even more, sticking her ass out, showing off what she'd done.
After a final long pause she got up, standing straight and rubbing her tender knees. Her panties continued to tightly hug the mess into her butt as she stood up, the shift in position causing sticky logs and stickier mush to smear against her ass cheeks. She let out a feminine whine at the feeling, shuddering in disgust, before crouching down slowly and gingerly to fetch the camera.
"Oh god," she groaned into the camera, "I really just did that, didn't I? I really just shit myself, completely on purpose," she panted, licking her dry pink lips. Doing it while bent over the toilet had felt particularly naughty, and dirty, as though she were going out of her way to poop in her panties rather than in the toilet. The stink of fresh shit wasn't exactly foreign in the bathroom, but she did find it completely unenjoyable, and she crinkled her nose in disgust.
Now for the hard part. She had to masturbate in the panties she'd just taken a shit in, keeping them loaded the whole time. She was feeling so gross and unsexy that she had no idea how she was going to get herself close to even a single orgasm, much less to edge herself five times!
"I shit myself, and it's making me hot," she groaned, licking her lips again. "I don't wanna empty out my panties, or change them, I wanna masturbate in them," she said, running a hand down her smooth stomach, only stopping once it cupped her pussy. All a complete lie, of course, but she had a part to play. Akali the porn star was the filthiest slut around.
Propping up the phone on the bathroom counter to once again free up a hand, she turned away from it, leaning against the far wall, using it to support her weight as she bent over and thrust the seat of her poop-filled panties back at the camera. One arm braced herself against the wall and the other went between her legs, petting at her lace-covered slit. Her sagging knickers blocked her fingers from view, but the increasingly rapid motions were obvious, leaving little doubt that the ninja was rubbing her cunt.
"Mmm... oh yeah..." she moaned, fingers moving faster, taking a small step away from the wall so that she could bend over a bit more. The heavy, sticky load seemed to shift with each movement, and she tried to ignore the feeling as she conjured up some of her favourite fantasies to aid in getting herself off. None of her usual ones seemed to take hold, but the second she thought of the mouthful of messy panties she'd enjoyed earlier, her libido flared to life.
She hated how much the memory turned her on, hated how it made all her previous favourite fantasies seem a bit too dull or vanilla in comparison. She blamed it all on her stupid blackmailer, but deep down, she knew it was her own fault for enjoying the depravity of it all so much.
Still, if it worked, it worked, and she quickly began to feel sticky arousal smearing her fingers as she rubbed her lacy slit, reminiscing about her panty peeing escapades. She reached back with her other hand, gently stroking her butt for a few moments before cupping the huge bulge, giving it the gentlest of gropes. Her crotch was damp now, and rapidly moistening, and she groped her handful of load again, moaning in the process.
Deciding that the bathroom was a bit too sterile and uncomfortable, she pulled both her hands away from her panties, grabbing the camera and walking to the living room. It was limiting, being completely unable to sit down, so she knelt down on her couch, heels digging into her butt, bulging load stretching down between her feet yet not quite reaching the seat. She put the phone down between her legs, masturbating herself with both her hands now, one petting her slit as the other massaged her clit.
Akali tilted her head back, groaning, remembering the kinky thrill of stuffing her filthy panties into her mouth. Gooey arousal was now rapidly soaking through her lace panties, her crotch-rubbing getting slick and slippery even though her fingers were outside of her underwear, rubbing over top of the fabric. She was disappointed with herself at how quickly she had dissolved into a horny mess, despite the fact that she was wearing panties she'd just taken a huge shit in. The awful smell had followed her to the living room, but she wasn't as turned off as she ought to have been.
In fact, she wasn't turned off at all, grunting and groaning as her skilled fingers drew her nearer to orgasm. It was only when she felt herself on the verge of cumming that she pulled her fingers away, grinding and thrusting her hips impotently as her body ached for that last bit of pleasure to drive her over the edge. It never came, she left herself unsatisfied and frustrated, but she was happy to get the first 'edge' over with.
"Oh god, look how wet it gets me," she sighed down at the camera, which was receiving an incredible close-up from just a few inches below her crotch. A damp wet stain was darkening the lace fabric of her crotch, and slowly spreading, growing larger and larger. Pretending to be a filthy ninja-slut was fun, she had to admit. Playing things up for the camera felt so wickedly naughty, and she soon began to toy with her pussy again, clearly enjoying herself despite the circumstances.
"Mmm..." she purred, "this is so much better than getting off in clean panties..." she trailed off, spreading her legs slightly and lowering her now gooey crotch even closer to the camera, only stopping when she felt the bulge of her panties contacting the seat below her, careful not to squish her mess at all. There was some truth to her words this time, despite the act, and her skin flushed pink with arousal as her fingers returned to her clit. She liked wearing dirty panties. Really, really dirty panties. It made her feel like a depraved slut, and she was quickly discovering that that turned her on more than anything else.
Her self-pleasure continued for several more minutes until she was edging again, pulling back at the last moment before orgasm. It was frustrating, almost painful, to feel the swell of hormones, and the anticipation of release, all for it to just... end, but she had a long way to go yet, plenty of teasing and satisfaction denial for her pussy yet to come.
Recovering from the latest unfulfilled crest of pleasure, she grabbed her camera with one hand and stretched the waistband of her panties away from her back with the other, giving a clear view down the back of her panties and of the chunky brown mess they were currently imprisoning.
"Look what I'm getting off to," the brunette said, pointing the camera down inside of her panties and showing off her disgusting mess once again. There was something intoxicating about showing off her filth, revelling in it and relishing it for her audience to see. It made her feel so, so dirty, and she grew dizzy as she imagined the video getting leaked online and every one of her friends and fans seeing it. Seeing her shit in her panties, seeing her enjoying it, seeing her get off to it instead of cleaning it up. Her life would basically be over if that ever happened, but god, what a kinky thrill the thought gave her.
She jiggled the outstretched waistband, gently squishing the load up against her butt and causing it to bounce lewdly. She could still barely believe her panties had managed to contain it all, and she got a thrill from showing off how much there was, and how heavy it was. She gave a sharp tug upwards, this time squishing it not so gently into the creamy skin of her ass, moaning at the filthy feeling.
"Oh yeah..." she panted softly, releasing the waistband and going back to her clit with her fingers. She rubbed in circles, and pinched at it through the slimy lace, desperately horny now and aching to cum. And again she denied herself, just as instructed, pulling her hand away at the last second and hopelessly bucking her hips as she moaned.
The tight cotton of her shirt felt rough against her erect nipples, rubbing slightly with each deep breath she took, and she left her pussy alone to give some attention to her neglected tits. She let out little whimpers of pleasure as her strong fingers expertly groped at the soft, round flesh, alternating from one boob to the other, then back again, each getting the attention it deserved.
Her cunt hadn't been neglected, but that didn't make it any less eager for pleasure. After a few minutes of toying with her chest, her free hand found its way back to her horny slit, inside her panties this time. The extended teasing and denial had left her a mess, her shaved pussy totally creaming the panties she'd crapped in. Sliding her hand down her slick and smooth mound, she cupped her cunt, squeezing the slippery flesh. Her hand was almost instantly coated with gooey cream, front and back, the crotch of her panties almost pooling with girl-goo. She buried a pair of fingers between her smooth lips with a noisy squelch, before pulling her hand all the way out of her undies and examining it. Held up in front of her for both her own gaze and the camera, the glossy coating of feminine arousal seemed to entirely coat her hand.
"Oh yeah..." she groaned throatily, slowly but firmly grabbing a handful of cotton-covered breast with her sticky hand. She squeezed, and groped, and moaned, finally pulling her hand away after quite a few seconds. There was a wet hand print left on her tit, the stain looking surprisingly obvious, and she chewed her lip and moaned as her fingers plunged back into her juicy twat. They emerged again a few seconds later, index and middle finger both coated with her horny slime, and she brought her dirty hand to her clean breast, pinching and tweaking her nipple with the two messy fingers. The cotton turned transparent over her nipple, the light pink almost glowing through the dirtied fabric. She repeated the action a few times, smearing both nipples with her cunny cream, until they were both glistening. Their sticky coating made them feel cold in the air, which sent a delightful shiver down Akali's spine.
She received a text then, startling her into dropping the phone and almost falling on her ass. Picking it up and reading the message, she frowned.
"I sent you a present for being such a naughty little thing. Keep playing with yourself and don't put any more clothing on."
It was a bit cryptic, in Akali's opinion. What kind of present? Why would she want to put more clothes on?
She didn't stop masturbating long enough to consider the answers, three fingers now plunging wetly into her snatch.
Akali yelped in shock a moment later as there was a knock on her apartment door. What the hell? Who was there? She never had any visitors, and it was past 9 PM!
Recent text flashing in her mind, she quickly put the pieces together. Her present, whatever it happened to be, was obviously at her door right now. No changing meant no putting on robes, or pants, or anything else. She was meant to answer the door exactly as she was.
Panic quickly set in, her heart rate skyrocketing as adrenaline flooded her system. What could she do? What were her options? She couldn't just answer the door in her shitty lace panties!
Her phone buzzed, and a message popped up.
"Answer it. Now."
Akali let out a low whine, wanting to cry. But she was getting good at following orders, and a second later she was on her feet, waddling awkwardly to the front door. Standing straight and square to the door so as to best keep her ass hidden, she opened it.
A pizza boy was standing there, large box in hand. He looked young, probably a teenager, and his eyes bugged out the second he saw her. They ran down her body, slowly, then back up, a shocked expression on his face.
"Umm... hi..." the ninja warrior said awkwardly, but he didn't reply, instead staring at her tits – straight up gawking at them, too, not just subtly glancing.
She felt the heat of anger beginning to flood out the heat of embarrassment, but she could hardly blame him for staring. She'd answered the door in a slutty t-shirt and sexy panties and nothing else, after all. And the signs of her masturbation were everywhere, nipples still glistening with wetness, thighs shiny with slick arousal. Even the wet hand print on her breast was still obvious, though the stain and soaked in and grown a bit, the shape remained obvious.
"Uhh..." he said dumbly, still staring. "Um... hi there, ma'am," he mumbled, finally looking her in the eyes. "One large pizza, that's twelve ninety nine," he said, seeming to recover a bit as he fell into a well rehearsed routine.
Oh god. Her wallet was in the living room, on the table. How could she get to it without turning around and showing him her crapped-in panties? She had to stay facing him, dead on, or he'd see for sure. The lumpy brown bulge was hardly subtle, and he might even notice it just from the smell alone!
"Right, yeah," Akali agreed, somewhat impressed by his attempt to remain professional. "Uh..." she stalled for a moment, mind racing to form a plan. "Could you drop it off on the counter for me?" she asked him, gingerly taking an awkward step back and beckoning to the kitchenette counter with her hand.
"Umm... sorry Akal... uh... ma'am, but it's our policy to never enter someone's home," he said, only stuttering a little bit.
Damn it. She'd hoped that his gawking and his shock had just been because of her slutty little outfit, but he knew who she was. And he wasn't making things easy on her either.
"Please?" she asked him sweetly. "Just do me a little favour and drop it off over there? I promise I won't mention it to anyone," she she said in the most syrupy voice she could manage.
"Uhh... yeah, okay Aka- okay ma'am," he said with only a little hesitation, walking past her and into the apartment to drop off the pizza. Akali used the opportunity to dash over to the coffee table and snatch her wallet up, turning to face him just in time to keep her big, stinky mess hidden from his view.
"Here," she said, handing him a twenty as he hesitantly approached her. "Keep the change."
"Thanks!" he said, pausing awkwardly for a few seconds. "Uh, hey, I'm a really big fan of yours," he said, blushing, "do you think I could get an autograph?"
"Oh, thank you!" she said happily. She was nearly trembling with nervousness and fear, but he seemed to buy her faked confidence so she carried on, beginning to hope that she might get out of this without embarrassing herself more severely than she already had. "I'm always happy to sign something for a fan!"
"Oh, great!" he said cheerily, pulling out a pen and a piece of paper and handing it to her. The ninja was well-practised at scribbling her signature, having been a long time member of the League with a dedicated fan base, but when she went to hand the pen and paper back to him, he didn't seem to notice. He was looking at something behind her, and her heart began to sink, plummeting down into her stomach. There was a mirror behind her, and as she followed his gaze over her shoulder and looked behind her, she could tell he was staring at her ass. Directly at her ass.
"Oh god," she groaned immediately, blushing scarlet. He continued to stare, gawking even more than he had at her breasts, and she tried to turn away, to hide her ass from the mirror's line of sight. That only made things worse though, since she'd turned to the side and he could now see her bulging mess without the aid of a mirror. She was standing inches in front of him, and her shit-in panties were on display.
"Oh god," she said again, too shocked to do anything.
"I... ummm..." she struggled to find an explanation that might work, but her panicked mind was blanking on her. "I..." she trailed off lamely, reaching down with her hands to try and cover the bulge, far, far too late.
"You... your panties..." he muttered, still apparently trying to wrap his head around the idea of Akali, the great and famous ninja warrior, wearing a pair of shit-in panties.
"My toilet broke!" the brunette almost shouted. It was an absolutely mediocre excuse, but it was the first that had come to mind, so it was all she had to work with. "My toilet quit working, so I... uh... I went poop in my panties instead," she finished lamely, withering as her pathetic excuse collapsed on itself in mere moments.
"Oh," he said, clearly still bewildered.
"I was... I am going to change out of them," Akali continued, flailing for some alibi or justification, though unable to find one. "I just got a bit... side-tracked. After pooping myself."
Akali blushed hotter at her own words. She was making things worse! Why was she making things worse?... how could she not make things worse in this situation?
"Oh," he said again, still trying to process it all. Oh god, her t-shirt had been stained with her juices, and her thighs were a creamy mess. Looking down, she could see them shining in the light, several thick globs of white seeping down the inside of her legs. More of it had squished through the lace of her crotch, too. In short, she had clearly, visibly creamed herself. She looked like she'd been masturbating. She'd told him she had went poop in her panties, and then got side-tracked, and it looked like she had gotten distracted masturbating.
That was exactly the case, of course, but the visual evidence alone was mortifying. Surely he'd be able to put it all together in his head...
"Um, here," she said, changing tactics. She'd already handed him a twenty for the pizza, so she gave him three more twenties, hoping a generous tip might help buy his silence, at least.
"Please don't tell anyone. About the me shitting in my panties thing, I mean," she said, still blushing scarlet. "And about me answering the door in my underwear," she added a moment later.
Thinking for a moment, she handed him another twenty. "Actually, could you just pretend you didn't see me at all? Or any of this?" she asked hopefully, cringing.
"Uh, yeah," he said as he accepted the small handful of bills. "Yeah, sure, I won't tell anyone about... uh... thank you Akali, thank you ma'am, have a good evening," he stumbled over his words, before turning and exiting the apartment.
Akali let out a shaky breath as she closed the door behind him. Had that gone well? Had it gone bad? She didn't really know. She was kind of shaken up that someone had seen the large dump she had taken in her panties. Seen it in real life, face to face, not just on some impersonal video.
He'd seemed like a good kid. He'd tried to remain professional – he'd failed, but he'd put in the effort – so there was a chance that she'd successfully bought his silence.
Besides, no one would believe his story anyways. Akali was a strong, sexy warrior woman, she wouldn't walk around her own apartment in crapped-in panties! Everyone knew that. And who would ever say "my toilet broke, so I had to shit myself"? That was utterly moronic.
The rationalization comforted her, soothing her nerves, but then she heard her phone buzz with a new message, and raw anger flooded over everything else.
That son of a bitch. That absolute bastard! Her blackmailer had set her up, had called a pizza guy right to her door for the express purpose of making her flash her shitty panties at him!
"Enjoy that, you dumb little slut?" the text said, magnifying her impotent anger. No, she most certainly had not!!
"Now edge yourself five more times, because we both know a nasty ninja-slut like you gets all hot and bothered from showing off like that."
Okay, she was hot and bothered, but it was from the previous thirty minutes of masturbation! Not because she'd been forced to show off her loaded undies!
"If you edge 5 more times without cumming, you can take your panties off, and empty them out, and have a nice shower. You can go to bed nice and warm and clean. But if you're too much of a slut for that, if you're too eager to get off to your little encounter and you can't help but make yourself cum, then you'll be punished. You'll take your pretty little ass, and sit it down on your exercise bike, and run for a mile. Then you'll wear your filthy, shit-in panties to bed, and keep them on until at least 8 tomorrow."
Oh god, more edging? But at least she'd get to change before bed tonight. She definitely had the self-control to just not cum in her pooped-in panties, after all, so that would be easy.
Well, she thought it would be easy, but she came dangerously close to cumming on just the first round. She was even hornier and more turned on than before the incident with the pizza guy, and it was surprisingly hard to not just give in, to finally give herself the satisfaction of a much-needed orgasm.
The second time was close too, though maybe not quite as much as the first. Her pretty panties had been totally creamed, and she'd taken to rubbing her clit with the slimy, scratchy lace material, moaning like a whore all the while.
After coming down from that, she'd stuck a single finger in between her tight lips, rubbing at the top of her canal, stimulating her g-spot. The desire to just give in and cum was getting out of hand, the consequences of doing so seeming much less immediate than the aching, burning, throbbing need for relief and satisfaction that she'd been building up in herself. Her inner thighs were slick and sticky for inches below her crotch now, and she'd never been more turned on in her life, but somehow she'd managed to find the willpower to deny herself for the third time in a row, panting and moaning and desperately bucking her hips as she did so.
She'd been masturbating for over an hour by that point, never once cumming, never once free from the feeling of sticky shit on her skin. All she had to do was edge herself twice more, without getting off, and it would all be over. She could shower off and put this whole stupid day behind her.
She got down on the floor, in the ever classic 'face down ass up' position, and started furiously rubbing her slit. Her other hand started spanking her butt cheeks, making the pale flesh jiggle and wobble with each sharp smack. She was careful not to touch her mess, even as she punished herself for making it. She'd abandoned her phone by this point, knowing that her living room was bugged and that her perverted little display was being recorded regardless.
She was glad of that, at least partially. Wrong as it was, it was making her hot to do it on video. Knowing that each lewd action, each vile little game she played with herself was being recorded and immortalized digitally, she was nearly driven mad with horny lust. The crest of her orgasm approached once again as filthy thoughts filled her mind, and she held herself there for quite a few minutes, too desperate and turned on to pull her hand away and come down again. She stopped rubbing herself every time she felt her orgasm about to burst forth, somehow maintaining the self control and discipline to do so despite everything, but she couldn't bring herself to stop masturbating either, rubbing for a second and then stopping for a second and repeating, again and again. Her pussy quivered with need, sliming up even more as she rode the edge in desperate agony, until finally, finally she managed to rip her hand away.
It took the frazzled ninja almost ten minutes to cool off from that one, but the good news was, she only had one more edge to go, and she'd be done! Victory was so close, she wasn't going to let it escape her grasp now!
Akali's fingers found their way back to her clit for probably the billionth time that night, once again beginning to tease the sensitive and excited nub, but this time her other hand went to her ass. She felt up her mess as she touched herself, groping it and squeezing it gently, feeling the mushy poop give way under her fingers. She moaned, loudly, and continued to feel up the lumpy bulge in her butt, giving it another gentle squeeze, and another.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," she panted, pressing the stinky brown load gently into her ass. Her wrist ached with the speed it was going at her clit with, but she didn't stop, couldn't stop. Her orgasm was approaching, fast, and she couldn't stop groping the poopy bulge in her panties, constantly feeling just how gross and real and substantial it was. One more denial, that was all she needed to do. One more and she'd be done.
She kept masturbating.
So close. There were seconds left, a few short seconds, and then she'd be cumming, and she'd have to sit in her shitty panties, and wear them all night long. She couldn't do that, she just couldn't...
'Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts' she told herself, chanting it like a mantra in her head.
She thought of the pizza guy, of how she'd been unable to hide her pooped panties from him. She moaned aloud, rubbing even faster, bringing herself closer and closer to the edge.
She wasn't going to stop. She was going to give in, she was going to cum, and she was going to sit in her shitty panties, wearing them all night long.
She was on the edge now, falling over it, one last instant to pull herself back. One last moment to resist the blind, wanton lust.
She kept masturbating.
Her orgasm was as explosive as it was satisfying. She cried out loudly, yelling and swearing and all but weeping for joy. She bucked wildly, every one of her muscles spasming, her mind short-circuiting and going blank. She'd been aching for release for so long, and now she finally had it, still holding a handful of pooped-in panties as she came.
It took her a long time to recover. Her limbs felt weak and shaky, and she was unsteady on her feet. It felt awful coming down from the extended, horny high she'd been riding. Without all the kinky, depraved lust flooding her veins, the disgusting mess in her panties made her sick. She wanted to vomit in disgust, both from the smell and feel of the filthy mess she'd made and from sheer, sick disappointment with herself. How could she have actually gotten off like that? Had she really fallen so far?
It had been a wet and sticky orgasm, judging from the state of her thighs. Her panties could only soak up so much wet arousal before they were full up, and since she was already totally soaked before cumming, her orgasm had sent hot, sticky juices dripping down the inside of both her thighs.
Akali groaned, hoping this was all a bad dream that she'd wake up from. Could nightmares and wet dreams mix?
The buzz of her cursed phone broke her from her reverie, and she groaned as she bent over to pick it up.
"I honestly thought cumming from all that would be too gross and depraved even for a slut like you. Not only did you do it, but you loved it. I'm impressed at how pathetically depraved you are, deep down inside."
Akali flushed with anger at the words, and shame too. She wanted to argue, but she couldn't. Not just because she had no way to argue back, either, but because it was so true. It felt good cumming in her poopy panties. Real good. She was both shocked and dismayed at the apparently infinite depths of her own depravity, and she was worried about just how low she might actually be willing to go. Worried, and a little excited.
"I'll bet you were thinking about it as you came. I'll bet you were thinking about all that shit squishing between your shapely little ass and the shapely little bike seat as you sat down in it all."
Akali burned with anger again. The words were insulting enough, (even if mostly true), but the sheer indignity of being talked down to, of being talked at, not even being able to defend herself... she hated it. Despised it. She wasn't allowed to argue back against anything, wasn't even allowed the dignity of pretending it was all lies.
That wasn't the worst part, either. The worst part was the sharp twinge of horniness she felt at the words. A tiny heat, but it caught in her veins, slowly spreading around her body.
Sitting down in her poopy panties? Letting her tight butt sink down into a big mushy, stinky brown mess? So gross, and disgusting, and wrong. And yet the heat in her veins grew hotter.
Thinking about that sort of thing shouldn't make a girl horny. Akali knew that. But it did. It turned her on. Just like picturing what the lumpy, bulging seat of her panties must've looked like turned her on. It was the last thing in the world that should've made her horny, but it was doing the trick. And the more she thought about it, the hornier she grew.
She could feel it rising in her, that depraved horniness that she hated so much. Just the hint of the feeling left her feeling slightly sick to her stomach, blushing with shame and withering in self-disgust. But it was so good, too, sating a deep and carnal hunger inside her that she'd never even known was there.
"Now hurry up and claim your reward. Up on the bike, and run a mile, and then wear your panties to bed.
Oh, and masturbate while you sit in your mess. We both know you want to."
Oh god yes. Horniness was flooding her veins now, washing away her more reasonable feelings. Her juicy cunt was eager to sink to an even more shameless low, desperately hungry and desperately horny for more depravity.
Walking over to her exercise bike, Akali considered how she was going to ride it. If only she'd been less of a slut, she'd be emptying her panties right now instead, taking them off and cleaning herself up. But that didn't matter, because she was a slut. She was too much of a slut to stop masturbating, and this was her kinky reward.
Her desperate horniness and lack of self-control had gotten her here. Sitting down in her hours-old mess, squirming in it, smushing it everywhere. She'd earned it. She deserved it.
Hopping up on the bike, she threw one leg over it, and as slowly as she could manage, began to lower her ass down onto the contoured seat. Poo began squishing everywhere almost immediately, cool and sticky, earning a disgusted moan from the ninja. She'd arched her back and lowered onto the seat crotch first, before rocking back gently, causing the vast majority of her load to squish up the back of her panties rather than along the gusset or out the legbands. She kept lowering her weight into it, sitting down in the panties she'd so utterly shit in, stopping once she'd completely rested her weight down on the contoured bike seat.
"Oh yeah..." Akali groaned, low and loud. She was playing the part of 'Akali the porn star' perfectly, but this time without even trying. It was too hard to keep pretending the depraved slut thing was an act.
She was masturbating again before she even knew it. God it was so naughty. Her pussy throbbed with an ache, cummed out, but Akali couldn't stop touching herself as her messy poop squished all over her butt.
She rocked back and forth a few times, just because it was the wrong thing to do, before she began to run on the bike. Her sticky poop load smooshed and smeared everywhere as she wiggled back and forth, seeping into the lace and thoroughly ruining her sexy green panties, mushing all over her ass. A hand stayed at her crotch the whole time, petting and playing and getting her off in the awful mess.
The fit ninja could have ran fast, could have tried to get it all over with as quickly as possible, but she didn't. In fact she began to slow down as she got closer and closer to the one mile mark, going almost embarrassingly slow by the very end, simply because the filthy act made her feel even more depraved and nasty.
Once done, she hopped her disgusting ass off of the bike, examining the damage. Poo was smeared all over it, the black seat now more brown than anything. Clean up was for the next day though, so she ignored the mess for now and made her way to bed. She darted down the hall, pizza forgotten on the counter, the horny ninja eager to masturbate in her own filth. Climbing into bed, she squirmed in place, grinding her ass down into the sheets as she prepared to play with her sore, overworked pussy.
Free from any more orders or encounters for the evening, Akali had to face the facts. She liked having poop in her panties. It felt good to shit herself, and it felt better to wear it around afterwards. She loved being denied usage of the toilet, loved being told to go in her panties instead. It was so disgusting, so extremely and utterly depraved, and it made her pussy cream and quiver and gush like nothing else.
Rolling onto her stomach, she reached down with both her hands. One went to her pussy, ready and eager to start getting herself off yet again, and the second went to her butt, where it began to smush her shitty lace panties around, smearing her mess all over her ass cheeks and massaging it into her silky skin, not stopping even when her nearly instant orgasm squirted through the lacy crotch of her ruined underwear.