Grace's Accidents

Part 9: Dirty Date At The Mall

Grace sat naked on the edge of her bed, her heart racing with excitement as she anticipated the day ahead. She had been counting down the days until this moment, her mind constantly wandering to the thrill of exploring her fetish again with Beth. The anticipation had been building, and she could hardly contain her excitement. She knew their rendezvous would be an unforgettable adventure, and the thought of sharing such an experience with Beth only added to it.

She had longed to find anyone, man or woman, who was as interested in her fetish as she was. To find someone who would accept her, and help her explore her kinkier side. Someone who would not only accept her unconventional desires but revel in them, turning her sexual fantasies into reality.

Since their last encounter at the supercenter, Grace had been holding in her poop, her body aching with desperation. The pressure building in her abdomen was almost unbearable, but she knew that the release would be even more intense after holding it in for so long. She could hardly wait to finally unload it all in her panties, right in front of Beth.

Even though her record of holding in her poop was two weeks, she purposefully indulged in some large, fibrous meals over the last week. According to what she'd been reading online, this would have an impact on the size of her bowel movement. Her bowels were full, and she could feel the weight of her feces pressing against her insides, the urge to release them becoming more and more pronounced. Although the urgency wasn't quite as intense as when she had held it in for two weeks, she still felt like it would be a sizeable load.

Grace picked up her phone and began typing a message to Beth. With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she crafted a text that would ignite their shared desires. "Hey, naughty girl. Can't stop thinking about what we're going to do today... I hope you're ready for some fun."

Over the past week, Grace and Beth's phone and text conversations had evolved from friendly banter into a near-constant exploration of their shared desires. Grace found herself opening up to Beth like she never had before, confessing her deepest fantasies and her unrelenting obsession with the thrill of pooping herself in public. She reveled in the way Beth responded, curious, and equally candid about her dirty desires.

As she hit send, Grace couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through her. It didn't take long for Beth to respond, her reply filled with equal parts anticipation and curiosity. "You have NO IDEA how ready I am. What's the plan?"

A smile played on Grace's lips as she typed her reply, her fingers dancing across the screen. "Well, I've been imagining us in a public place, surrounded by people who have no idea what we're up to. And I have a little surprise for you, too."

Beth's response came quickly, her excitement palpable even through text. "You sure know how to make my heart race... What is it?! I'm dying to know."

Grace's fingers tapped on the screen as she revealed her plans, her words dripping with anticipation. "Since that day at the supercenter, I've held in my poop just for you and I'm going to make a spectacular mess. Are you ready for it?"

Beth's reply instantly came, a mix of desire and playful teasing. "OMG that's so hot... I can't wait!"

Beth continued: "And I have a little surprise for you, too."

Suddenly, Grace was greeted with a series of photos that made her pulse quicken and her pussy instantly tingle with desire. They showed Beth, her beautiful face looking back over her shoulder and flushed with arousal, with her panties bulging with an orange-sized load of warm, messy poop. The panties she was wearing looked similar to a pair Grace once had, but she couldn't be certain.

Beth: "I did this a few days ago... and I can't wait until I can do this for you today."

Grace wasted no time in responding to Beth's explicit photos, her thumbs tapping on her phone screen eagerly. Her words were a mixture of excitement, lust, and a deep longing for the beautiful woman on the other side of the conversation.