Anika Has An Accident by Sasha Steele
That Anika had too pee rather badly was quite apparent by the way she fidgeted and absent minded clutched herself as she combed through the shops looking at clothes. Of course her antics hadn't gone unnoticed, especially by her boyfriend Tran who knew that all this would probably lead up to Anika wetting herself. Anika seldom ever used a toilet and certainly not a public toilet especially when holidaying in a place like Mexico. So Tran watched and, with his cock growing hard, wondered when the need to relieve herself would overcome his beautiful girl friend.
Anica had lost a ton of weight for this holiday and though still chubby was showing off her sexy body in tight clothes - skin tight bluejeans, a tight tan color tee shirt, brown high heel sandals. Her long kink-curled blond hair was loose and blew around her shoulders with the slight breeze off the sea as they walked to the next vendor.
Anika's tight jeans fitted her like a glove as they clung to her bulging ass hips and thighs. Her big sexy butt jutted side to side as she walked. There's something mesmerizing about watching a big sexy ass in tight pants set in motion. Her tits and belly bulged in the tight tee shirt. Anika's jeans were half-hipsters, which rode higher in back over her bubble butt and over her hips then dipped a bit in front so that her belly bulged out over her belt and it showed when she raised her arms reaching for clothes on the racks.
Everything bulged, including her blue jean's cock pouch (Tran's favorite bulge), which at the moment Anika had a firm hold of. "Better find someplace for me to pee," she said, meaning somewhere other than a public toilet. Tran scouted around then led the love of his life to a nearly deserted plaza just off the beaten track where Anika sat down on a stone bench. She spread her legs apart, and leaning slightly forward let go off her cock releasing her hold.
A look of concentration came over Anika's beautiful face. The crotch of her bluejeans darkened at the tip of the cock pouch on its underside. Tran marveled at that bulge knowing what lay beyond the material of her jeans and panties. His cock was rock hard pressing the pouch of his own jeans (Tran had white ones on), straight out. He pressed down on it.
The material covering the crescent shape at her crotch saturated. Pee began to dribble through. Anika bore down holding her breath with a hmmmph sound. The dribble turned into a stream that splashed on the concrete beneath her. She tilted her head back, closed her beautiful green eyes, opened her mouth and gave a long sigh of relief.
Anika peed freely for a minute, then bore down again to completely empty her bladder causing her to pass wind. "Ooh," she said, "we better go back soon. I feel a big poop coming on,"
Tran watched closely till the last drop fell. He couldn't help himself though he knew the routine and had a tissue ready.
"Finished," Anika said. A small stream ran away from the puddle between her outspread feet.
Tran bent down with the tissue to soak up the excess from her cock pouch. He patted it gently feeling the solidness of his girlfriend's fat cock beneath. God how he loved Anika's big cock. The size of it and shape of it, so thick and long. Its eleven inches were much longer than his own piddly eight incher.
"Are you wiping me or just playing with my dick? Hurry up I'm hungry."
Anika was always hungry. All she did was eat and sleep, Tran thought. That's how come she keeps getting so fat and has to spend a fortune going to the Fat Farm to be put to sleep for three weeks while her metabolism is speed way up. Dangerous, but it works. Anika had just lost 250 pounds before going on holiday. Too spoiled and lazy to diet and exercise, Tran thought, she'll just get fat again. But that's okay, he liked her when she was real fat anyway. And so long as she keeps him for her fuck boy, who cares?
They went into a crowded and noisy pub/restaurant across the plaza where (surprise, surprise), Anika pigged out then proceeded to get drunk. It was so crazy in there that at one point Anika peed her pants right under the table and nobody even took notice. Meantime the fecal mass packed within her bowels had grown and was pressuring her once more.
"Oh God, I have to shit so bad," Anika whined.
"You wanna leave?"
"In a minute. It's okay. Finish our drinks first."
Anika did have to take a shit real bad. But she didn't fight it. In fact she seemed to have forgotten her desperation and sat there calmly finishing her drink until...
"I can't hold it," Anika said mater of factly.
"Gonna use the lady's room?" He said.
"No fucking way."
"Can you wait till we get back?" Tran asked. He was getting hard again. His cock throbbed in the pouch of his white jeans. She was turning him on big time.
Anika shook her head.
"Too late anyway," she said. "I'm going to have to dump my panties."
In fact she'd already started. Anika was crowning, her anal ring held open around the huge solid log that had slid between her butt cheeks. The tip of her hard turd pressed against the seat of her white panties had stopped there because she was sitting.
"It's already touching my panties," Anika said.
She seemed contemplative for a moment. This wouldn't be the first time that Anika had shit her panties. She had done so before - when she had been caught short, when it was convenient, or when she was just too damn lazy to get up to use the toilet. But then, she had Tran to change her and clean her bum. God, he was such a pussy.
"Let's go," Anika said finally.
She stood and placed a hand against the seat of her pants as if trying to stop her shit from advancing any further than it already had. The urge to push was strong but Anika resisted it, for now.
"I have to finish this," she said.
Tran stood. The hardon pressing the cock pouch of his white jeans forward was obvious.
"We better find a nice quite place where I can take a big dump in my panties" Anika said, and added "real quick."
They left, retraced their steps across the plaza to where Anika had pissed herself; she with a hand pressed into her fat ass and he with his hard cock pressed into the pouch of his jeans. Once there Anika didn't sit but grasped the rail above the concrete bench turning her back to Tran. Walking had abated her urge to push. But once there she had to shit so bad that she didn't care who was watching.
Anika spread her legs. She was bent over with her arms out, hands on the rail, her head lowered. Her fat belly showed. Her kink-curled blond hair hung down. Anika closed her eyes. Held her breath. Grimaced...
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!"
Her bowel movement - the huge fecal mass that was inside of her - moved.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!"
Her bluejeans and white panties, although tight in the crack of her ass, began to stretch.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!"
Tran could see the material starting to tent between her round ass cheeks.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!"
Anika panted for air. "Can you see it?" She breathed. "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn! Put your, nnnnnnnnnnnn, hand, nnnnnn, on, nnnnnn, it, nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!"
Tran placed his hand against his girlfriend's fat ass. He could feel the tip of her hard shit pushing against his palm.
"Nnnnnn. Don't press, nnnnnn, too hard, nnnnnnn," Anika strained. The bulge in the seat of her panties had grown. The tubular mass they contained had curled downward forming a crescent shape that grew into a bulge as Anika moved her bowels softly grunting as she forced more and more shit into the seat of her panties.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn," Anika groaned. And then she was done.
Anika stood and reached around to feel the bulge in the seat of her jeans. "Whew," she said, "it's a big one."
And that wasn't the only 'big one' when it came to bulges in bluejeans. Obviously shitting in her panties had not only turned Tran on, but had turned Anika on as well. She pressed her hand on the growing bulge in her jean's cock pouch.
"Get us a cab," Anika said, "we have to get back to the resort so you can change my poopy panties."
End of part one