You've been waiting all week for your old friend Cassie to come visit. You both knew it was inevitable that you'd end up getting each other all hot and bothered, given your long history of perverted antics. From the moment she walked through the door, you couldn't help but let your eyes wander to those tight little shorts she was wearing. You knew they'd look even better bunched up around her thighs... or better yet, inside them.
The two of you had planned a fun weekend of catching up, but all you could think about was getting a good look - and feel - of those shorts. They were white and denim, perfect for showing off every bulge and fold of her supple behind. You knew she was shy about her body, especially when it came to pooping, but that only added to the anticipation.
As you spent time together walking around town and sitting at coffee shops, you couldn't help but find ways to catch glimpses up her skirt or sneak peeks at her exposed cheeks while she used the bathroom. She didn't seem too annoyed by it; in fact, she even playfully slapped your arm whenever she caught you staring too long. But deep down, you knew she was secretly enjoying the attention.
Finally, on the last day of her visit, you decided to take things to the next level. You suggested going out for a drink on a patio to soak up some sun and enjoy the fresh air. Little did she know that this would be your chance to really see her squirm with desperation.
As soon as you arrived at the patio, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. While in there, you quickly rigged up your phone, pointing it at the top of the stall door. You knew she wouldn't stand for any peeks up her skirt while peeing, but there was nothing she could do about this angle.
When you returned to your seat, you found Cassie looking rather flustered. She had been trying to hold in her farts and poops all day, but the nervous energy from being in public with you was too much to bear. You could see the barely contained lust in her eyes every time she glanced down at your phone.
After spending an agonizingly long time at the patio, you decided it was time to head home. As soon as you got inside, Cassie made a beeline for the bathroom. You decided to take this opportunity to push her just a little bit further.
You waited a few moments before following her in, making sure to act casual. When you walked in, though, you froze. There she was, her head down in shame as she desperately tried to contain a massive poop in her shorts. The stiff denim was bulging at the seams, with brown poking through from every fold.
You couldn't resist. You quickly got your phone out and started recording from your POV, catching every squirm, grunt, and moan as she struggled to hold it all in. The tension was palpable, the sound of her stomach gurgling and churning filling the room.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she let it all go. A huge mushy log exploded out of her shorts, coating the insides with hot, gooey shit. The denim flopped open, revealing the mess inside. You could see the relief on her face as she let out a long, low moan of pleasure.
You quickly rushed over to her, unable to contain your excitement. You pulled her shorts down around her ankles, revealing a pair of perfectly poop-filled white cotton panties. She looked up at you, her cheeks flushed with shame and arousal.
You asked her if you could pull them off, and she nodded hesitantly. With shaking hands, you slowly peeled the soiled underwear away from her body. The putrid smell of feces filled the room, mingling with her sweet feminine scent.
You held up the stained underwear for all to see, admiring the brown smears and streaks on the fabric. Slowly, you brought them up to your face, inhaling the musky aroma deeply. It was the most turned-on you'd ever been in your life.
Finally, you whispered in her ear, "Now let's get you cleaned up. We've got some filthy fun to get into."
