By: JustAnotherGasWriter
The Commonwealth was a brutal environment, the sun was relentless and the local fauna wasn’t exactly friendly and accommodating. Whether it was a band of raiders, a pack of Super Mutants, or even just a stray radroach, everything was out to kill you with very few exceptions. The sun was just the start of the environmental hazards as well, there was of course the copious amount of radiation that had destroyed the Earth itself, making many areas of the land downright fully uninhabitable to anyone that didn’t desire instant death from poisoning. Amidst all of the chaos and anarchy however were some glimmers of hope in the Commonwealth; some groups of survivors that desired to keep their civility intact had created cities, diamonds in the rough that offered a reprieve from the harsh reality that was living in a post-nuclear war world. One of these settlements was the aptly named Diamond City, one of the larger and quite well-guarded locations in the Boston area.
On the outskirts of the city, two women made their way back to the outpost. Diamond City local and journalist extraordinaire Piper of Publick Occurrences was returning from a month of in-the-field reporting and research for one of her biggest stories yet, a case study on Feral Ghoul migration patterns. Alongside her was a trusty friend and hired muscle Cait, a former Raider slave that Piper had helped with her chem struggle. The two had been just about inseparable for a while now, though surprisingly weren’t a couple… officially at least, the two hadn’t done anything with each other but the sexual tension between them was palpable. Someday they would actually start something more set in stone, but for now, they just remained very very close friends.
Piper grimaced as they wandered around the wasted streets of the Diamond City area; while doing missions like this she and Cait didn’t have the luxury of their normal diet, but this trip had been especially grueling as rations were thin and their options of what to eat were even thinner. The two had been rather windy but hadn’t been able to get anything else out. Piper certainly hadn’t taken a dump for a good three weeks anyway, her stomach felt like a cauldron of boiling rocks and stones in her bowels. While she didn’t know for sure, the journalist was pretty sure Cait was in the same shitty situation given her body language and the very earthy and pungent sewer smell the Irish lass’ farts had taken on lately. Piper at least felt ready to blow now, though they were so close to home that hopefully she could just get home and poop in the comfort of her own home. The toilet in her office and house wasn’t the most private, but it was of course just the most comforting to do your business in the relative privacy of your own place, it wasn’t like there would be anyone but Cait around, and their Synth maid Currie, neither of whom minded the bathroom situation at Piper’s abode. Not enough to say anything about it at least!
“Almost home…” Piper broke the uncomfortable, labored silence between them, her stomach a bubblin’ rather loud. The journo bit her lower lip as it boiled all around, her asshole burning as she finally let a puff of gas go.
hhhrrrrsssfftttt
The hiss burned both her own and Cait’s nostrils, permeating the air all around both herself and the Irish woman. Piper’s face got as deeply maroon as her jacket, sheepishly fanning her butt.
“Well, there is some foreshadowing, eh?” Cait replied gruffly, pinching her nostrils off after getting crop dusted by her friend. It was pretty clear from the sewerish scent that Piper needed to go… bad! Not that she was any better, Cait could feel a heaviness in her bowels as what was surely a very dense and hard-packed load of shit in her guts was finally wanting to come out after a full week of fermenting in her intestines.
“It doesn’t take a sorcerer to know what is on the horizon… who is going first?” Piper asked Cait, not wanting to be rude and claim the toilet first but clearly wanting to.
“Doesn’t matter, s’long as you don’t blow up the fucking bog before I can get to it,” Cait joked through gritted teeth as they finally found their way all the way home to Diamond City.
“I can’t make any promises in confidence. Maybe it would be better to go over to Nick’s, and let him deal with that,” Piper would joke back, though she was still in obvious pain.
The gates to the massive encampment slowly opened for the two and they walked through gripping their abdomens like they were 9 months pregnant and in labor! Hell, they might as well have been, carrying sizely food babies that were ready to shoot out.
They waddled right through the gate and past the gate to the offices of Publick Occurrences. Piper stepped in front of Cait and pushed the door open, entering the office/home.
“Make way!” She announced her arrival, making her way off to the bathroom. Unfortunately, said bathroom was a lone toilet sitting out in the open right next to the common room, offering no privacy whatsoever. Piper couldn’t be bothered to be shy about it now, however, yanking her pants down quickly and taking a seat on the toilet!
“We already blew the walls of the bog down, don’t do it for the whole house,” Cait remarked smugly, sitting down while cuddling her own bloated stomach as she waited her turn on the poor porcelain throne.
Piper winced and kept rubbing her own midsection as she sat on the toilet. She definitely could feel the weight of all the accumulated waste in her bowels, though she couldn’t get it out now! Maybe her body was so used to just holding it in or maybe it was the terrible quality of the rations she had been eating while they were out on their excursion; regardless of the cause, Piper couldn’t poop!
“Something wrong there?” Cait asked, seeing the severely strained face Piper was making as the reporter tried to push with no success, save for a few hissing farts into the toilet bowl.
“Urrrggh, shit… It doesn’t want to fucking come out!” The journo hissed through gritted teeth after trying to push for a few minutes. Her face was deep red in strain from trying to get her load out and the office space smelled like raw, severely fermented sewage from the pre-shit farts constantly hissing out of her. She wasn’t able to get her dump going out though, and finally slumped forward with a gasp and panted, color draining from her face as she relaxed.
“Scoot your arse,” Cait waved Piper off of the toilet, her belt clinking as she took her brown leather pants down and got ready to pop a squat. She sat on the now warm toilet seat after Piper moved from the toilet and started to push.
BBRROORRRPPT
The Irishwoman’s ass blasted off into the bog, Cait’s right eye twitching in concentration as she tried to poop. It felt like she had several boulders in her bowels! It turned out though that having such a collection of waste in you made it very difficult to come out, Cait’s asshole gaping open as she tried to push but could barely manage to get the dense dump to scrape along in her colon.
“Shite,” she groaned, having to give up after a few minutes of pushing like Piper had. “We really should be making sure we go at least once next time we are out for so long… no good being locked up like this,” Cait added, nursing her stomach while wincing. She felt like she had to shit desperately, of course, it just couldn’t make it come out!
“Think we can get some laxatives at the market?” Piper asked, sucking her teeth in as her innards boiled up. She felt ready to pop still, but it just refused to actually get out!
“I have someone we can call first…” Cait winced, blowing a loud fart into the bowl before painstakingly pulling her panties back up!
FFFLLOORRORRRRTTT
“Well, get them over here… stat!” Piper complained desperately, flopping on a nearby couch while coddling her stomach and sticking her hand on her face in discomfort.
Cait nodded and waddled out of the office with a pained grimace. After about twenty tortured minutes of waiting, Cait would return with local synth maid Curie in tow!
“I heard that there were some gastro issues in need of resolution,” Curie announced when she walked in, looking over to the pained reporter!
“This is your plan?!” Piper groaned, directing her ire towards Cait, though she didn’t have much faith that Curie would be able to correct their problem.
“Better than groveling around on the couch and complaining lass,” Cait shot back in annoyance given that she at least had tried to do something to benefit the both of them.
“If I may suggest something madam, there is a stretch you could do to alleviate the bowel build-up,” Curie spoke up, the synth walking to the couch and looking at Piper.
Piper wasn’t enthusiastic about the suggestion but sighed, given it was the best she could really do at the moment to have hopes of relief, the journalist decided to go ahead and humor her.
“What poses are we going to do?” She asked, sitting up on the couch so she could do the suggested yoga poses from the French maid.
“Go ahead and lay back down madam, I will do everything,” Curie smiled, happy to be of assistance.
Piper grumbled and laid back down on the couch, allowing Curie to put hands on her and move her around. The synth moved Piper to be more on her side and repositioned her legs around before reaching down to her stomach and giving it a series of rubs and pushes. Piper winced while this happened as Curie gave her the midsection massage, her hand pushing against her intestines and stomach.
“Is that really necessary?” Piper gasped, the massage was really starting to hurt as Curie’s pushing got harder and harder on her highly pressured digestive system.
“It is going to hurt madam, but this massage has a very high success rate, please just let me keep going,” Curie replied back to Piper, still rubbing on her abdomen.
Piper was about to speak up in response, but she suddenly felt a massive shift in her guts and groaned as a growl sounded off from her bowels to announce to the world she was finally ready to go!
“Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck,” Piper blurted out as she felt it coming, pushing Curie out of the way she shot over to the toilet and took a seat, looking up to the heavens with a pained grimace as she finally began to experience sweet euphoric release!
BBBPPLLLLOOORRRKKKKRRRKKTT
Her asshole erupted with a gaseous grunt before Piper finally started to poop, almost smashing a hole into the wall of the porcelain bowl as dense, thick turds shot out of her now gaping asshole.
“Cripes, that was quick!” Cait remarked, smirking as Piper seemed to eat her words about the massage not working in no time at all.
“I told you madam, very high success rate with this technique,” Cait replied, almost seeming smug as her method was vindicated by the rapid results.
“Would you two shut the hell up?!” Piper hissed, sweat rapidly building up on her forehead as she was taking such an uncontrolled power dump. A full month’s worth of waste build-up was no joke, and Curie had broken the dam to get it all out in what felt like one painful push!
The smell was quickly filling the shack up, Piper was too strained to notice and of course, Curie being a synth didn’t register the smell in a purely good vs foul manner, but Cait was noticing it quickly.
“Bloody hell Piper, it really was a month of shite rotting in there, eh?” The Irishwoman groaned, almost throwing up the smell. It was so aggressive! The farts before were a precursor to the real main course and while they were totally rotten, their potency did not do justice to how diabolical Piper’s dump would actually turn out to be!
“Shut up! Shut up!” Piper nearly shouted in response as Cait nearly was sick on the floor from her rotten dump. The occasional fart would slip out of her backside but for the most part, it was pure literal shit she was evacuating out from her backside. It came out decently fast but considering the logs were so fat and dense, it still took some very painful pushing from Piper because her donut was so stretched out. The logs landed in the bowl with heavy thumps each time, the sound only replaced with a disgusting slap after such a pile of feces had built up in the toilet and the turds were just piling up on each other.
“You’re going to clog the toilet madam… and overflow it,” Curie observed, walking over to the toilet in the middle of the room where Piper was unloading. The maid pulled the lever on the tank on Piper’s behalf, whisking the waste away with a swoosh of the water!
“Ah! P-please warn me next time…” Piper grimaced as her hefty load of crap was washed all away with the water blast, the side effect of this happening being that water splashed against her nude ass cheeks while she kept on crapping!
“Sorry madam, I was simply trying to avoid a certain disaster,” Curie would reply, standing next to the toilet tank so she could flush the toilet as needed and allow Piper to take her massive shit without any distraction or interruption.
“We really should be making some changes for next time, bloody fucking hell I don’t think I could handle doing this a second time,” Cait groaned, pinching her nose hard as her eyes watered up. Piper’s shit stink managed to still find its way into Cait’s mouth and sinuses, the Irish gal almost throwing up again as the pungent sewer scent choked out the entire house and office!
“NO SHIT SHERLOCK!” Piper erupted in frustration, closing her eyes and grimacing as a massive fart ripped out of her between turds!
BBBBLRRROOOROOOOOOOORRRT
“Doesn’t sound like no shit, eh?” Cait remarked back smartly, smirking as she lay on the couch and massaged her own built-up and bloated stomach. She was still of course very much backed up herself, but it did bring her a strange sense of relief seeing Piper have such a violent dump. It also probably helped that the smell in the air was enough to gas out an elephant, let alone be a distraction from her own gastro issues for the time being as she fought the urge to be sick and pass out.
“Enough from you,” Piper groaned, not having the energy to really push anymore and instead just trying to fully focus on taking what was easily the biggest crap of her life. Curie was observing closely, ready to give another courtesy flush at a moment’s notice to ensure that the toilet wasn’t preemptively put out of service.
“Whatever… better hurry up, I could have a shite myself soon, and if the head isn’t free then I will have no issue letting it out on your lap instead,” Cait announced the massage technique working on her too as she felt the dense mass in her intestines shift and a sudden urge to take a poop.
“You better not!” Piper groaned, huffing and puffing repeatedly as she worked the massive crap out still. Even after a turd fell out of her, her butthole remained gaped out nice and wide to go ahead and do it again and while it was needed to let it out, her butthole was very much sore from staying nice and wide open like that for so long.
“I am flushing miss,” Curie warned before flushing a second time, Piper wincing as her ass was splashed once more by the toilet water.
“Damn lass, I’ve never seen you venture into double flusher territory,” Cait remarked rather rudely, a wide smirk across her lips as she kept her nose clamped off.
“Well, it will be at least a triple flusher,” Curie would chime in, not picking up on Cait going out of her way to tease a very flustered Piper.
“You did not need to remind me,” Piper groaned out through gritted teeth. She was straining so hard that she felt like she could have a heart attack with how high her blood pressure was, that and her eyes felt like they could pop right clean out of their sockets!
“I know I didn’t, just thought I would be courteous and make sure,” Cait smirked, though her own bowels sounded off with a very ominous gargle as her timer shortened rapidly. “As I warned you, better hurry up so I can use the bog or there is going to be a mess made that you will have to deal with,’ Cait gave a second warning, her own asshole puckered up tight as she really needed desperately to take a nice shit finally after a month of delay.
“Just shut up,” Piper hissed out again in flustered embarrassment, not really listening to what Cait had actually said. She was deeply focused on a particularly large chunk of shit that was now hanging out of her rear end. The fat log hung precariously out of her now bright red butthole and despite Piper’s efforts, she couldn’t quite get it out. Luckily, Curie was on standby for her!
“Let me help madam!” The French maid volunteered herself, pressing down onto Piper’s gut in a particular manner. It was definitely painful, Piper’s eyes bulged out the more pressure that was applied down on her belly, but Curie continued to push onto Piper’s intestines until her efforts were rewarded with a victorious SPPLARSH as the turd finally got all of the ways out of Piper and made a splash landing in the toilet bowl!
“OOOOHHHHOWWW, ohhhh… that I think did it,” Piper winced and held her stomach, feeling the rush of relief come over her as the pain subsided. She was still feeling sore from how much had been held and how far her donut had to stretch out to dump out such thick shits at such a fast rate, but at least for now, she was feeling the most normal she had in two or three weeks! The Bostonian wasn’t all the way done and could feel the weight in her insides as more putrid shit waited to be freed, but at least until she had a break she was fine.
“Easy does it now,” Curie cooed, going around and flushing the toilet again for Piper as the author took a moment to get her breath before finally getting off of the punished throne and allowing Cait to have a turn after all that time.
“So nice of you to keep my seat warm,” Cait chortled, though was feeling at her own limit and was grateful that Piper was giving her a chance to go now instead of hogging the toilet while she was taking a moment anyway.
“Don’t get too comfortable, I think I will have a few more loaves to pinch in a second,” Piper was able to finally relax and joke back, sounding exhausted as she flopped over to the couch again to let her body settle.
“This isn’t going to exactly be a comfortable experience,” Cait replied, her bowels bubbling loud as the Irish gal took a seat on the toilet and poised herself leaning forward.
“Do you need my assistance?” Curie asked Cait, going to face the fighter so she could give her that intestine massage.
“I think I can manage this first bit,” Cait huffed, her eyes crossing in strain as she bore down on her lower lip with concentration.
PPPLLOOOOORRSSSTT
An obnoxious elephant trumpet exploded out of Cait’s rear end, the scent of death and rotten whiskey overpowering Piper’s powerful but waning stink. A hiss or two later, Cait finally started to get her month-long dump started out.
SSHHLLRRRKT
She farted one more time at the start, a hissing rush finding a way out around the fat log that crowned out of Cait’s asshole first. After that, it was just a straight waste with no teasing toots. The first log was a foot long and looked like it weighed a ton, blocking the hole of the shitter immediately.
“You’re going to clog it…” Curie observed anxiously when she saw the girth of Cait’s crap, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be able to flush.
“Augh whatever, let me have my shit and I’ll take care of it,” Cait cursed, too invested in getting this over with to stop or even pause. She was going to get it out now and worry about the end results later!
“You better not break my toilet! You’ve already blown the walls down with your movements!” Piper complained from the couch, her voice still sounding drained.
“I’ll get it taken care of if I do, calm your tiddies,” Cait retorted through gritted teeth, white-knuckling the side of the bathroom as she bore down and pushed.
The second log was a near identical twin of the first and piled up perpendicular to its older sibling. With only two turds out, it was clear that Cait was going to have to take an intermission soon whether she liked it or not to avoid overflowing the bowl!
“Aw fuck, “ She groaned when she realized this, her third food baby was already halfway out when she saw.
“I warned you, madam,” Curie said matter-of-factly, though even the literal robot was showing a pretty human expression of shock when she saw what the Irish woman had dished out thus far.
“Whatever, there’s a hatchet in the broom closet over there,” Cait huffed, pointing to the closet for Curie to go retrieve the tool for her. “Got some loggin’ to do I guess,” she managed to make a wisecrack, grinning through her pained expression.
Currie did as instructed and went to the janitorial closet across the room from where the toilet was posted up, opening the door and retrieving the sharp-sided tool before closing the door and walking back over.
“I can’t believe your dump needs to get chopped up with a fucking axe just to go down,” Piper said dryly, watching the other two from the comfort of the couch still.
“Uh-uh, it is only about… a quarter of what I got in me I'd say? Have to admit, that is impressive,” Cait pointed out, able to return to her clownish and joking self more that she was being relieved of the painful pressure that had been clogging her guts for the better part of four weeks.
“Impressive maybe, though that wouldn’t be the first adjective I would use to describe your… accomplishment.” Piper said cynically, putting a heavy sarcastic emphasis on the ‘accomplishment’ part.
“Well, that is just the difference between you and me Piper. You are embarrassed by greatness and I embrace it,” Cait claimed, taking the hatchet from Curie. “Thank ya miss,” she told the maid and then turned to the toilet. She chopped the mess down into more manageable chunks, Piper wincing as she heard the disgusting wet and sticky sounds of mucky waste being sliced through.
“You owe me a new axe,” She told her partner as Cait finished, giving Curie a nod to flush after dissecting her dump down.
“Better than owing you a new bog,” Cait pointed out, giving Curie a chance to flush before sitting back down on the toilet to finish the job. “It’s not an axe either, it is a hatchet,” she pointed out, her eye twitching as she tried to regain her previous focus.
“Whatever it is, you owe me one,” Piper griped, flustered at seeing the now shit-tainted tool get set down on the ground at Cait’s feet, presumably for easy access once Cait got the next load dropped off.
“You did almost break the porcelain with your feces madam,” Curie pointed out to Piper as Cait worked on her fourth turd, recalling how Piper had nearly shot a hole through the bottom of the bowl with her first couple of poops.
“You did not need to remind me…” Piper said through gritted teeth but backed down, her face hot and flustered after Curie called her out.
“Might be time to retire ol’ reliable here after this anyway,” Cait suggested, sweat building on her forehead while she pushed.
PPRSKT-PRRKT-SSKKRRKKSHT
Her rear popped loudly and a few shits shot out, nearly cracking the toilet with their mass and speed of exit. The fermenting smell of death and sewage grew tenfold following the big push, Piper wincing when she heard the machine gun shitting and Cait groaning in pain before finally sitting up in relief when it was done.
“Need the hatchet again madam,” Curie observed, looking down into the bowl behind Cait’s back and looking at the pile of scat left behind after the shots.
“Yeah yeah, I figured… give me a sec,” Cait griped, her asshole feeling sore as hell after such a hefty crap came out in the blink of an eye. She took a breather and then got up, her knees weak when she got off of the toilet.
“I may need the toilet again soon,” Piper warned as Cait grabbed the tool off of the ground and got ready to slice and dice a second time. She had ample time to take her breather and while she was feeling leagues better than before, she could still feel an unnatural heaviness to her bowels that was bringing pain to her now that the euphoric high of relief had mostly worn off and the adrenaline had died out.
“Wait your damn turn lassie, you waited a month already, what is another fifteen minutes?” Cait retorted while chopping the mountain of shit up. The fighter was also, of course, feeling miles better and light as a feather compared to before and while she still had some baggage left, she felt like she could probably close the entirety of her dump out with one more good sit down, maybe even in one good push like she just had with the pile she was taking care of currently!
“It's my toilet and my office! I have the final say!” Piper pouted loudly, arguing back with Cait. The rest of the shit stored up in her insides was begging for release louder and louder with each passing second, and Piper would sooner die than shit her pants or on the floor of her own home.
“I can get it all out I think if you just let me focus, just let me try and work it out,” Cait cut in, not taking any intimidation from Piper seriously. Curie flushed and for a third time, Cait took a seat atop the poor tortured toilet.
“You have two minutes before I crap on your lap,” Piper groaned, pissed but unable and frankly unwilling to retaliate against the much stronger and more experienced fighter. She may own the space, but Cait could overpower her using her pinky finger and Piper knew it.
“I will take as long as I damn please,” Cait retorted, still clearly unphased by the weak threats from her boss. She didn’t really have plans to stay parked much longer, bearing down on the belly a third time so that she could finish the job. “A little help…” she requested Curie quietly, feeling the next log crawl out of her ass with little hustle.
“Yes miss,” Curie nodded and walked back around to face Cait where she was sitting from her position by the toilet tank. She gently moved Cait’s crossed arms up and away from her abdomen, then started to give her a massage to coax the last of the dense dump out once and for all for Cait.
“Fucking cripes, you didn’t say it would hurt like that!” Cait gasped, surprised by the sharp and shooting pain the rubbing sent up her spine as soon as Curie did her thing.
“Didn’t take you to be such a crybaby,” Piper muttered under her breath, her arms crossed against her chest angrily as all she could do was stew in frustration as she was cucked out of using her own toilet when she really needed it.
“Easy there, save I break your precious porcelain throne,” Cait threatened, the aches shooting aggressively through her body still as Curie pushed and rubbed. After crowning out of Cait’s asshole for a few minutes teasingly, the log that was stuck hanging out finally was pushed out thanks to Curie’s massage and a lot of very painful pushing on Cait’s behalf. It was able to come out at a pace faster than a snail too which of course was a plus and once it had come out, the next log was already coming and faster than the previous one. Once the dam was broken, everything else followed suit with ease!
The last of Cait’s crap was especially rotten smelling which was surprising considering that in theory, it would be the freshest of her shit given it was all the way at the back of the line in her bowels. Piper felt like she was about to be sick as Cait’s stink penetrated even the clamp she held on her nose, the writer was green in the face and she began to dry heave after stewing in the stink for a moment! Cait was too relieved to notice initially, though she even felt ready to vomit once the smell registered in her brain. There was not even a hint of rotten waste stink left in the air; the only thing that was remotely comparable to the fog hanging throughout the entire office was if the decaying and irradiated flesh of a mirelurk had been left to ferment in direct sunlight for weeks on end.
“I take it the smell is terrible,” Curie remarked as she saw both women seemingly suffocate on the fumes, blankly looking as they gagged and tried not to vomit all over the place!
“Alright, I’m sorry for that one…” Cait wheezed, pinching her nose and fanning the air quickly with her face a deep and sickly shade of green. With one final loud bang, Cait finally finished her shit. She took some toilet paper from Curie and wiped her tush clean, groaning as her asshole stung badly when being touched, even so gently.
“Just move,” Piper ordered, her eyes bloodshot red from the gassing she had been subjected to on Cait’s behalf.
“Let me just take care of this madam,” Curie offered, Cait moving off of the toilet to reveal some jet-black and fermented scat loaves in the bowl.
The Irishwoman had to step out to get a breath of fresh air and stretch, staying outside to have a cigarette as well while she was out there. She lit the smoke up and took a puff or two, but mostly just spaced out and stared at the ash at the end of her cigarette as it glowed orange now into the dingy dark of the outside alleyway. What the hell just happened?!
Back inside, Piper looked away in disgust as Curie went in with the hatchet to get through the last and most potent part of Cait’s dump. She could hear a squish and some other vile sounds, wanting to plug her ears but deciding it was best to keep her nose plugged instead.
“Toilet is ready madam,” Curie told Piper after she finally finished getting Cait’s waste chopped up and flushed down the pipe, smiling at the journalist. “You’re almost done,” she encouraged her further, seeing how stressed Piper was.
“Alright… thanks Curie,” Piper sighed, still disgusted thoroughly by the situation but in hindsight, very grateful to the synth for her special assistance that really saved her and Cait.
“Happy to be of assistance madam. Do you require a stomach massage?” Curie quipped, just being there to support Piper through the home stretch of the ordeal.
“That would be lovely,” The Bostonian nodded, uncrossing her arms so that Curie could come over and start rubbing her without an obstacle. Piper felt like she could probably poop without the assistance, but she just wanted to get it all out as quickly as possible so they all could be done with it. After this, it would probably be best to go to the Dugout and have a drink while the office had some time to air out!
“Of course madam,” Curie agreed and got back into position one last time to deliver her rub. She put a hand on Piper’s midsection and started to rub her down, Piper groaning in pain as soon as the rub started. She felt similar shooting pain to what Cait felt, though she knew in the end it would do her more good than harm.
SSSPLLLRRRSSKKT
Piper let go, shooting a dense turd out before a surprise came to both herself and Curie; a wave of scat slop started to push out of Piper’s posterior instead! Her shit was a disgusting green color, giving off a pungent scent that further decreased the already poor air quality in the building. At least it was coming out nice and easily, though it did humiliate Piper that her shits were noticeably worse than Cait’s.
“Easy does it, you are going fast!” Curie observed, hearing the constant plopping from the toilet as Piper got going. The maid stopped her massage and went back to her flushing position, peering down into the loo. A pile of green, gooey feces had built up in the bowl. “I am flushing,” She warned Piper before pulling on the loo handle.
“Go ‘head,” Piper nodded with a grumble, though she still winced in surprise as Curie flushed with her still sitting atop the toilet, causing the cold water to slosh around and even splash her nude butt!
“Christ it smells like we have a stash of fucking ghoul flesh rotting away in here!” Cait cried out when she reentered the office, plugging her nose with both hands.
“Shove it,” Piper growled, leaning far forward and hugging her own midsection now that Curie wasn’t rubbing her intestines anymore.
“Just making an observation,” Cait responded defensively, walking over to stand next to Curie before taking a peek down into the toilet. “Split pea soup to finish it off I see,” She remarked, watching Piper’s asshole bob in and purse out before more of the gunk shot out at high speed!
“I said shove it!” Piper responded in annoyance, her face getting scarlet as her partner went behind and watched her let the last of her crap out.
“Please do not continue madam, she is stressed enough already,” Curie requested of Cait, tugging on her arm pleadingly. Cait rolled her eyes and kept her nose blocked, but abided by the request and stopped teasing Piper.
“Alright, just push it out. Sooner you finish up, the sooner we can have a drink,” Cait attempted to give her own words of encouragement, taking one hand of her nose to place it on her hip. “I’m buying the first round,” She further offered.
“I’m working on it…” Piper hissed out, shifting side to side on her seat. She clamped her eyes shut and grimaced hard, giving one last push!
SSSPLLRROOORROOOSSSHHHTTTT
In one final brown-green wave, Piper successfully pushed out the last of the built-up feces. They painted the back of the bowl in a disgusting mess and floated atop the water in a filthy layer, but they were both finally fully emptied out. They had even done so without breaking the toilet!
“Thar she blows,” Cait snickered, watching the shit firehose out of Piper’s asshole. Piper was too relieved to say anything. A euphoric smile tugged at her lips and her eyes remained closed for a moment, but in relief instead of strain. After a month, they both had finally gotten it all out without any long-lasting incident or injury.
“Flushing,” Curie warned one last time, activating the loo one last time after Piper broke off a few squares of paper from the roll and gave her taint a thorough wipe down. The shit-skidded paper circled the bowl with the disgusting scat slop, finally disappearing down the pipes.
“Well, that’s it,” Piper nodded, getting up slowly from her seat. Her knees nearly gave out as she bore weight on them, wobbling before she finally gained her balance. Her brain fog cleared and the issue of the biohazard-level stink entered her brain again, warning lights going off in her head. “I think I will take you up on that drink,” She choked, plugging her nose like Cait before they all shuffled outside together.
The fresh air was sobering to Cait and Piper, Curie of course was unaffected either way but happy to see that the two were back to their old selves it seemed now that they were out of the danger zone with their full payloads also delivered.
“Curie, I was hesitant at first but you proved me wrong and totally saved my ass… maybe a little too literally. Thank you for your help today… just never bring this up with anyone, ever,” Piper turned to the synthetic woman, smiling meekly and shaking the maid’s hand with gratitude.
“Always happy to be of service madam, of course, this incident will be kept confidential,” Curie returned the smile, accepting Piper’s handshake graciously before looking at Cait.
“I’m sure you’ll need to save our arses again sometime… knowing our diets and work habits,” Cait grinned, also giving Curie a handshake as a sign of her gratitude.
“Hopefully you learn your lesson so that it doesn't need to happen, madam,” Curie replied with a small laugh, shaking Cait’s hand as well.
“Doubt that will happen, Cait is denser than the shit she dropped out,” Piper rolled her eyes, making a joke at Cait’s expense.
“And you’re as soft as that baby food crap you had at the end, was that a shit, or were you pissing out your arse?” Cait shot back without missing a beat, punching Piper’s shoulder playfully when the journalist blushed at the returned insult. “Alright, we’ll see you later Curie. I already promised her at least a pint at the Dugout and the office could use a few hours to degas,”
“Au revoir ladies,” Curie dismissed herself, walking in the opposite direction as the two wasteland adventurers made their way to the center of the grand city to finally for the first time in a month enjoy a nice evening.