Dirty Work Ch. 04

One by one the crowd began to thin out, each one casting a disparaging last glance at me. Some of them had pity, some had scorn but all of them had repulsion and as i knelt there covered in their sperm I could hardly blame them.

Only Tom stayed with Sylvia. Even Bobby skulked off after he'd finally had enough of capturing my shame on film.

"What shall we do with her now, the stink is nauseating?" Tom asked nonchalantly.

"I know she is truly a vile vile creature but perhaps we can help her," she responded, discussing me as if I wasn't in the room.

In a way maybe I wasn't, maybe my mind had left my sperm covered body. A body where not one hour ago young men and an old pensioner had defiled in twisted ways whilst a bunch of girls cheered them on.

"How can we help? I mean look at her..."

They went to head upstairs, to my bedroom and to my surprise Sylvia told me to follow. The couple were kissing on their way up the stairs as I slithered behind them.

"I have a great idea for the little piggy.She can watch!"

Sylvia ordered me into the corner of the room. She told me she wanted me to see what normal people looked like when they were fucking. They both laughed and feverishly began to undress each other.

Very soon they were stripped off and I had to admit I was captivated by their raw beauty. Out of all the cocks I'd seen today, Tom's was clearly the finest. I would have done anything for a man like that even if he was only 18.

Sylvia had me stand in the corner, with my hands behind my head. Their sex was passionate and intense and I couldn't help but feel pangs of jealousy when I recalled the dreadful acts that I had been performing just an hour previous. Sylvia and Tom teased me throughout and I could tell they got a kick out of this new humiliation they were inflicting on me in my very own bedroom.

They knew no matter how much I wanted, I could never be as hot as they were instead I was better off aiming for octogenarians if was ever to make love again. Every once in a while Sylvia would cast a look in my direction to see if I was still watching but I couldn't take my eyes off them, I was getting turned on all over again.

She told me to stick my chest out and allowed me to play with my nipples. I couldn't believe I was still turned on and all the while I was amazed as they effortlessly found new positions to entertain themselves. After an incalculable amount of time they beckoned me over to the side of the bed. I wanted to touch my sex so badly or I wanted them to. Instead I stood there naked like a fool in the corner whilst they fucked on my bed and laughed at my desperation.

"Are you enjoying your treat slut?" she asked.

Speechless, I couldn't believe people could make love like that, all I could do was nod. That kind of pleasure I'd never known existed.

"If you're a good girl maybe someday you'll get a nice boyfriend but I think you've seen enough. Now get over here."

"You want to feel pleasure like that?" Sylvia asked me.

"Oh yes please miss," I begged.

"Very well, there is a small price of course but I think you'll like."

"Yes, anything," I said gasping for a chance at such ecstacy.

"Well I'm afraid it may not be possible for the likes of you but for now as practice and to ensure you don't dirty the room with your rampant diarrhoea we need to plug that gaping asshole of yours. We can't have any unexpected accidents overnight, now can we?"

"I guess not miss, but what do you mean plug me up?"

When she produced what I know now to be a buttplug I was astonished. Surely she couldn't mean? Of course she did. I was offered the opportunity to use the bathroom before it was inserted. However, she told me if I went and nothing happened the butt plug would remain in even longer. Having no present need and fearful of the consequences I declined. Instead as ordered I turned around, bent over. Sylvia teased around my butt crack before finally pressing in towards my anus.

"It suits you slut and slipped in easy, I guess that's the positive about getting your ass fucked," said Sylvia mockingly.

Tom laughed and then asked Sylvia if he really had to stick his cock in me.

"Of course not honey, I just want to keep her in here so we can use it as out toilet. Such a long trip out to the bathroom..." they both laughed at this.

I don't know why I was accepting this but by now had lost all self respect and for some reason I thanked her and attempted to get into the bed with them.

"No chance of that I'm afraid, you stink and I can still see the sperm still drying on your face," said Sylvia ordering me to lay on the floor beside bed like a "good puppy".

"Don't you dare remove that plug or you'll be sorry," were the last words I heard before Sylvia turned back to Tom.

She tossed a pillow onto the ground and told me that was my new bed. The pair of them thought this was hilarious, treating me like a dog in my own home, tying my leash to the bedpost at the bottom of the bed. With no choice I curled up on the pillow. I was exhausted and despite the sound of continued humping from the bed next to me and being covered in old drying sperm I finally fell asleep, ending the worst day of my life.

When I awoke the next morning the first thing I heard were the horny couple screwing once more on my bed. The shaking of the bed caused the leash to tighten around my neck. Instinctively I stood to try and untie the offending restraint but as soon as I did so I interrupted the two lovebirds. They stared at me intently for a second before the cascades of laughter from Sylvia and the cries of disgust from Tom erupted and the couple continued to screw. Finally they finished after another ten or so minutes of me looking on like a spare tire.

"Okay pet, let's get you downstairs for some breakfast, you must be hungry after your big day yesterday," she said untying the leash from the bedpost and wrapping herself in my dressing gown.

I couldn't help but admire her beauty as I hurriedly followed on all fours, my butt still filled made it very uncomfortable to move. At the top of the stairs she paused to allow me past.

"Down you get you little scamp," she said mischievously.

As soon as I darted past her, my butt pointing up at her she let out another squeal of laughter.

"Oh my God, you sick little puppy, I totally forgot we had your butt plugged all night. How funny!"

Of course I didn't see the funny side but instead waddled into the kitchen in front of my tormentor.

"Ok, you can remove that from your butt if you promise not to shit everywhere again," Sylvia said.

Finally, I couldn't believe the relief, the pressure had been so intense all night but when I dipped my hand in to dig it out it was quite a struggle until finally it popped right out. It looked so foul, all covered in faeces and no doubt the remains of Mr. Johnson's sperm were still on it.

"Ooh gross, you better clean that thing," Sylvia ordered and before I could figure out what she meant she ordered me to clean it with my mouth. I had to suck my own butt plug like a lollipop and when she was satisfied it was clean enough, then I could have some breakfast. The taste was horrific but I knew if I recoiled Sylvia would somehow double down on my discomfort.

As I hunched on the ground sucking my butt plug, Sylvia's boyfriend decided to join us for breakfast. He looked at me with contempt, not understanding how any human could fall so low. As they sat there eating fruit and cereal they conversed as if I didn't exist until finally Tom decided he had to leave.

"God, she's really pathetic, I can't stand looking at her tiny titties any more Syl," he said as if I wasn't in the room.

"That's ok babe, I know she's a freak, show him your butt slave," she ordered.

I turned around to show him my butt and I guess my asshole was still extended from having the butt plug in it all night because this did lead him to chuckle. He kissed Sylvia on the lips, calling her a naughty girl and said he had to leave but he'd see her later. He swotted my ass as he passed me by just to give Sylvia a laugh, to which she duly complied.

"Well you've scared away my boyfriend but I guess we really ought to feed you. Why don't you put away your little lollipop. What did you prefer, sperm or poop?" she asked nonchalantly.

Oh god I couldn't handle anymore. I really needed something with nutrients.

"Please miss, I...I...I..."

"Ha just joking. I know a tubby gal like you needs to eat. We have a big day ahead of us and you'll need your strength. How about some fresh fruit to get things started?"

What did she mean? Why couldn't she just leave me alone? But I was hungry and she did seem to be in a better mood now so maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I kept her happy.

"Oh yes please miss," I responded sheepishly and Sylvia prepared a large bowl for me of assorted fruits and tossed it onto the ground. It was quite clear I wasn't to eat off the table so I crawled over and as I was hungry began to devour all the fruit. She then gave me another large bowl of the chocolate oat cereal I had in my press. No spoon was forthcoming so hungry as I was I dipped my head and lapped it up and quickly finished that as well. I had not realised how famished I was but I realised I hadn't eaten properly for almost a day.

"No wonder you're such a fatty," Sylvia added as she poured me another bowl.

I couldn't help myself, like an animal I finished the next bowl. Sylvia told me I'd had enough and now it was time to relieve myself before we went out in public. As I made towards the bathroom Sylvia flatly turned me down.

"Oh no, the bathroom is not for your kind. Puppies like you must go out in the backyard until you're properly toilet trained!" she cackled.

I couldn't. I just couldn't. Being humiliated like this inside my own home was bad enough but I could not face going outside, butt naked with the sole aim of relieving myself. I begged her again for mercy but Sylvia wasn't having it.

"If you want to poop, do it now because you won't get a chance until much later as we're going to the supermarket and then on to the beach. Go on, it's only Mr. Johnson that could see you and he's seen pretty much seen everything already..." she opened the back door and pointed at my back yard ordering me to go the centre of the garden to the business. I could see no reason to comply. After all, I wasn't her slave.

"I won't do it, please can't I just use the bathroom like a normal person?"

"But you're not a normal person are you. You're a filthy humiliation slut and you have not earned the right to use the toilet indoors. So you better go out there and do your business or there'll be trouble. I don't need to tell you what disgusting things I have of you on tape and what would happen if they got into the wrong hands..."

I limply crawled to the backdoor, not sure if I even needed to go but afraid that I might not be allowed go later. Mr. Johnson didn't appear to be in his backyard and looking the other direction I didn't see any other neighbours either. I stayed near the door but Sylvia ordered me to the middle of the garden. Now fully exposed, there was no point in delaying the inevitable, so I rushed out to the center of the garden.

"Now, do your business and don't come back until you're done as we have a strict time schedule to keep. I must shower and get myself ready for the beach and I'll try and find something appropriate for you to wear."

It was so surreal to be on my haunches in the middle of my garden, stark naked trying to relieve myself. Though my stomach had filled after my breakfast I still didn't feel ready to go but knew I really had to avoid discomfort later. I raised on leg off the ground like I'd seen dogs doing in the past but still nothing came. For at least two minutes, I squeezed and clenched and pushed but nothing would come. I moved around in circles and strained with my entire mite to move my bowels. I cocked my leg again but I couldn't force anything out until finally a small tinkle of urine began leaking from me. I spread my legs even wider to avoid squirting myself. The tinkle changed to more strenuous cascade as the liquid began to pour from me until suddenly I heard a voice from next door.

"Oh my God she's at it again!" the unmistakable voice of Mr Johnson shouted as the pee flowed freely from me.

My wide butt was facing his yard and at the sound of the voice, cringing I clenched hard attempting to stop the flow.

"Don't stop on our account," he hollered back alerting me to the fact he was not alone.

Turning my head back I could see an aghast looking Mrs. Jones who was head of our neighbourhood committee. I had only met her on the odd occasion but she always appeared as a rather prudish waspish housewife and there was no doubt now that there would be no containing her from gossiping my misdeeds throughout the neighbourhood.

"I told you she was a deviant," Mr. Johnson said to her as I'm sure Mrs. Jones could hardly believe the scene unfolding before her. Exactly what he had told her I had no way of knowing but no doubt I would not come out smelling of roses.

I turned to try to explain myself and standing up, my naked front now on display, as if she had been in suspended animation Mrs. Jones yelped in horror and turned to run out of Mr. Johnson's backyard. I called after her but it was no use. I would be the talk of the neighbourhood if I wasn't already. How could I live this one down?

"Please Mrs. Jones, I can explain..." but it was too late she had gone and now I was left alone with just Mr. Johnson leering at me, urine still spraying out of me.

"You really are a crazy bitch, when I woke up this morning I thought I had imagined the whole thing but I could never forget that fat ass of yours and of course your famous flat chest!"

I couldn't take anymore. There was no way I was going to be able to do my business in front of him now, particularly after the shock I had given Mrs. Jones. Defeated, I turned and rushed back to the back door with the sound of Mr. Johnson lewdly whistling at me. I could hear Sylvia drying herself after her shower. I went up to the bathroom but Sylvia was still there.

"I hope you did your business," she said and not knowing what else to do I nodded pretending that I did, not mentioning anything about Mrs. Jones or Mr. Johnson.

"Time for you to get dressed," she said and she tossed a garment at me. I quickly realised it was an old pair of my full body skin colored spanx that she had located in my dresser. It must be over three years old. With my big butt and pot belly I often wore it under a dress but this particular set was quite old but I had moved to a bigger size recently. The bottom part of the garment were like tightly fitting bicylce shorts but the garment extended upwards like a one piece, tugging in my stomach and stretching over my shoulders like a one piece swim suit. Of course I usually had a padded bra on underneath but instead without a bra it would expose my flat chest and cause my nipples to poke through.

When I tried to explain to Sylvia it was too small for me she wouldn't have it and insisted I put it on at once. It was a struggle but I eventually managed to squeeze my bottom into the extremely tight garment. Sylvia had to pull and stretch the garment until she finally got the upper part of the garment on me giving me a most uncomfortable feeling of a wedgie. It never felt as tight as this but I had to admit my butt had gotten bigger in the years since I had worn it under dresses. I asked her what else I would be wearing but she told me that this was it. I pleaded with her that it would be like going out in underwear and everybody would laugh at the obscenely fitting article of clothing. I usually wore something to augment my chest with this but Sylvia was not responsive to such an idea, telling me I had to grow to love my tiny endowments.

"I was going to get you a swimsuit but with your overgrown pubes I didn't anything a one piece would be suitable and your lack of tits really would be impossible for a bikini. Besides this way we can minimise that hideously disproportionate butt of yours. Unfortunately it won't do much for your chest area," she said as she reached over and tweaked my nipples through the fabric.

Instantaneously my nipples enlarged and hardened, almost poking through my tight skin coloured spanx. The spanx felt so taut on my pussy as well and as I looked down you could make out my bushy pubic hair through the thin fabric, doubtless my butt crack was easy to discern at the back as well and more worryingly what Sylvia referred to as my camel toe.

In any case, for some reason I had to accompany her to the mall so Sylvia could get some supplies for the beach and I would have to go in this embarrassing outfit. At this stage I was more or less her plaything anyway and after last night's fiasco I completely lost the self worth to refuse her. I wasn't a beach person at the best of times, my skin was deathly pale but nonetheless I put on the sandals that Sylvia threw in front of me and followed her out to the car.

As soon as we got in the car Sylvia ordered me to open the window as the smell from yesterday was still in the air which also brought the memory of me defecating in front of an entire class right back. It still seemed so surreal. I wanted to tell Sylvia to pull over and let me out but I just couldn't. She turned to me and told me we were running late and she was glad I'd done my business in the garden. Of course I knew I hadn't and part of me now wished I had despite the spectacle I was providing my two neighbours. Because between the poop Sylvia had made me eat, the sperm and the big breakfast, I was getting the feeling that I really should have gone and may need to go soon but I knew Sylvia was in no mood for a bathroom stop.

When we got to the store I asked Sylvia if I could go the restroom and catch up with her but she told me we had no time and just hold on until we got to the beach. Before yesterday I had no reason to doubt myself but as we ambled around the store I got more anxious. Almost everyone we passed gave my odd attire a second glance, some smirking while others turned away in disgust. For the first time Sylvia told me she thought I looked cute but for someone who claimed to be in a hurry Sylvia was taking an inordinate amount of time on each odd item she was selecting. I could feel the pressure inside me building. Again I asked Sylvia could I go to the bathroom and again she refused and told me when we were through shopping she'd bring me. It felt so odd asking for permission. Before long I was hopping from one foot to the other. My stomach was getting cramps by the time Sylvia had picked out the suntan lotion which was the final item. I felt so relieved surely I could make it now.

There was a pretty substantial queue in the store but little by little we got to within one customer before the check out. I was desperate to hold on now but was sure I could make it. Unfortunately for me the last customer was an elderly lady who was taking an age to get her items checked out and chatting mindlessly with the cashier. I pleaded with Sylvia to let me run to find a restroom as I felt desperately close. The skin tight spanx was about the only thing keeping the unthinkable from happening. As bad as this sounds I had to get some relief. I lifted one leg so I could release some of the air that was longing to escape. With great discharge a gushing silent fart whished out of my spanx which temporarily lifted the siege in my stomach. Perhaps I could get out of here with my dignity intact after all. Two seconds later Sylvia reacted horror-struck.

"Oh gross, you just farted. That's so disgusting!" Sylvia shouted at me so loud everybody in the queue could hear.

Everyone in the queue recoiled. I went red, I was so embarrassed yet the worst was yet to come. The whole store now turned towards me reviled at what I had done. The smell really was horrific. I couldn't help myself now, I tried to barge my way to the exit but a vicious cramp waved through my insides almost paralysing me. I squatted down to relieve the cramp but when I did I let out another fart only this one was loud and bellicose and reverberated throughout the store. One of the checkout boys yelled out in amazement as nobody could quite believe what they were witnessing. Then followed another even louder fart I and I feared I could no longer control my sphincter. My whole body was burning with humiliation and I felt so powerless. I begged Sylvia for help but she stood back from me with a slight look of satisfaction in her eyes. Surely I couldn't do it again but the pressure inside me was building to fever pitch. I fought it as hard as I could but it was to no avail. Despite the tightness of my spanx the shit began to violently erupt from my asshole. Instead of the poop dropping downwards with gravity and out the bottom of the spanx because they were so tight the poop travelled squeezing underneath the whole garment until it finally began to spill out the bottom of the suit and out the top like a tube of toothpaste being emptied on both sides.