By: JacksUniverseJSU
Hellfire Club, 1997
Earth 616
Emma Frost AKA The White Queen, a telepathic mutant with the ability to turn into solid diamond, was wondering down the hallway, holding her gut tightly across her exposed midriff. She was trying to relieve the pain and pressure that was beginning to build up within her intestines. She desperately needed to use the loo, and unfortunately this came at a bad time while her esteemed colleague, Sebastian Shaw was making his grand speech at the Hellfire party.
Emma herself was a young busty woman in her late twenties/early thirties with cyan blue lips, blue eyes and short blonde hair. She was wearing a bodice, followed by a fur cape, panties, gloves, stockings and high heels, all of which were colored in white.
As she was walking along, Emma let out a few light farts behind her, some of them occurring at random. She blushed and winched upon her constant farting, trying her hardest to suppress the noise by holding the back of her anus with one hand while moving. What made her current situation worse, was that she was farting as other club members were passing her by in the hall, some of which were people she knew all too well. Every time she passed them and accidentally farted, she constantly uttered an apology such as “Excuse me!” or “Pardon me!” in a meek tone of voice. Most of them didn't catch her toots, but those who did just simply cringed at her in disgust upon the action, causing Emma to feel very embarrassed for her unladylike behavior.
She moved as quickly as she could to the toilet, but not too fast, lest she risked soiling herself before she could make it there. Not too far now! Keep it together Emma Girl! She said to herself in thought, seeing the bathroom ahead, farting some more. Her poots were getting bigger and wetter, indicating she was nearing the end of her desperation
Quickly she moved to the door of the women's lavatory. But as she tried to open the door, she realized it was locked. Clearly somebody had beaten Frost to the loo before her. Angrily, she gave a few quick hard knocks on the door with her hand trying to get the attention of the occupant inside.
“Hello?” She said in frustration. “Anybody in there? Open up! I need to go!”
Frost held the back of her anus as she let off another wet fart behind her. She closed her eyes and bit her lips as she desperately tried to hold it in. Panic gripped her upon realizing how close she was now to having an accident. IF she could not get into the bathroom anytime soon, then her chances of a blowout were very likely. The last thing Emma needed was for her to suffer an incident, especially with her reputation in the Hellfire Club on the line. Driven by fear and with her urge to go increasing every second, she began banging harder on the door.
“For God's Sake! Do you know who I am? Open the bloody door already!” She screamed angrily, relentlessly trying to command the occupant to adhere to her situation, but still no one responded. Unfortunately, it was too late, as Emma felt the urge inside her build to the breaking point. “Ugh! Oh no! Ah!” She cried as she bent her knees, stuck her butt out and placed her hands and the left side of her face against the door.
Not long after, she began letting out a few big wet putrid farts behind her, causing her cape to flutter upwards, before it settled down the side of her butt and torso, exposing the back of her white panties. Already, we can see the seat of her knickers were stained with a small, dark brown stain from the constant wet farts she had been producing for the last few minutes. Seconds later, Frost began unloading into them, quickly filling up her short white panties with poop. The crackling sound of wet feces exiting her rectum made Emma blush many shades of red with deep shame and embarrassment. She dared not look behind to see how much she had ruined her underwear, and you could not blame her for why. As her undies were entirely full of excrement, creating a wet stinky bulge almost the size of her own head. The immense size was so heavy, that the weight pulled her panties slightly down off her plump butt, with the small straps still holding it up by a thread on her waist. Unfortunately, her underwear was not enough to hold all of her mess, as some of it spilled out the sides and dropped down on the floor, making a repulsive mess of brown beneath her high heels.
Soon enough, her messing had stopped, bringing relief to poor Emma Frost (for now). She meekly stood upright slightly, hauling herself up against the toilet door. Emma could not bare to look at her shame, but one part of her had to know how bad it was. With one eye, she looked down and could see a bit of her poop-filled panties, much of it was stained to the point where she could no longer see the frosty white cotton anymore. She unwillingly took one hand off the door and touched the back of them and already shock filled her mind upon detecting the size of the bulge.
“OH MY GOD! I POOPED MY PANTS!” She wailed, slowly entering an emotional breakdown. She held the door again with her hands, while also putting her head against it as well as she continued to moan tearfully in shame. For a minute, she acted like this, crying against the door, not daring to look back at her soiled undergarments again. Her face became soaked with tears as they fell off the bottom of her chin and hit the floor. All the while, bits of crap fell out of her ruined panties, hitting the floor and staining it some more.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened, knocking Emma Frost backwards onto her side. And from the other-side of it, came out Lady Deadpool, who began stretching her arms in relief.
“Ah! There's nothing better than taking a nice big shit in a stereotypical hideout!” She said.
“w-What? Lady Deadpool?!” Emma Frost said in shock and confusion.
“Emma! My girl! How are ya! I ain't seen you in-- Holy shit!” Lady Deadpool replied upon seeing Frosts messy panties. “Wow. I honestly didn't think you had a kink for THAT to be honest.”
“It's not a kink you buffoon!” Emma Frost replied defensively, blushing slightly. “I accidentally shat myself!”
“Yeeeeeah.... I can totally see that!” Lady Deadpool replied, jumping over next to Emma's booty and fiddling around with her bulging soiled knickers, jiggling it on purpose and making her blush some more. “Man you must have had some “bad dates” this evening! Haha! Get it? Bad. Dates?”
“Enough, you imp!” Emma spat out angrily with embarrassment, slapping Lady Deadpool across the arm. “Just why the hell didn't you open the damn door for me! Didn't you hear me knocking outside?!”
“Ummmmm...” Lady Deadpool replied, feeling a little hesitant about giving Frost an explanation, since she could see how mad she was right now. “Well uh... I might have been... listening to my headset while I was in there taking a dump...” she finished, pulling up her headphones off her utility belt.
“Ugh!” Frost replied angrily. “Why is it YOU of all people have to obstruct me from going to the loo?”
“Hey don't look at me, the writer put me in there!” She says looking at me directly, breaking the fourth-wall. “Anyway. Sorry about that. Y'know I'm only human after all. Well, Mutant I should say! And don't worry, nobody will know about your little “incident” I promise! Well except of course, anybody whose actually reading this fan-fiction online somewhere in another reality! Toodles!” Lady Deadpool then happily gave a wave, put her headphones over her mask on her ears, turned around and skipped away merrily, leaving a miserable Emma Frost behind to scowl in anger.
“Delusional Bitch! Why did Shaw let her in here in the first place? I'll make her pay for this one day! I swear it.” She said angrily as she held the straps of her panties, holding her bulge up against her butt and moving towards the bathroom entrance. Emma quickly waddled inside before anybody else caught her embarrassing predicament, closing and locking the door behind her after entering. The inside of the bathroom was small, but flash, made with marble on both the floor, walls and the sink. The sides of the mirror were patented with gold, while the toilet in front of her was made purely of silver. Normally, Emma would adore quite a nice looking bathroom, but her current situation and mood prevented her from thinking it at this time. For now, she thought to clean herself up.
First, she meekly took off her gloves and cape, hanging the former over the sink and on a hook where a hand towel hung. She then proceeded to unfasten her stockings and take off her high-heels, leaving them on the floor below her. Finally, she then slowly started to pull off her filthy, poop-filled knickers, gently pulling them off her butt down to her ankles. The smell of her mess was awful, so bad she almost felt like vomiting. For a woman of upper-class status like herself, this was not a usual thing she had to put up with regularly.
“Ugh! So disgusting! How can I poo this much into my own knickers?” Emma irked in reply. “This is so unladylike of me!”
Quickly, she stepped out of them, exposing her soiled booty in view, with bits of poop stuck to her arse crack. Since she was still not finished with relieving herself, she thought to sit on the toilet and push out what waste remained inside, lest she risked another accident like before.
Emma then turned around and sat herself on the toilet, dropping her plumb booty on the seat, folding her legs and holding them with both hands. In no time, she felt a second urge to poop begin to stir inside. Now that she was on the toilet, she didn't hesitate to let it rip. She bit her lip, wincing slightly as she pushed, letting out a long big wet fart that reverberated off the toilet bowel beneath her, followed by a nasty runny log that shot out like a volcano. She happily moaned slightly, feeling great satisfaction upon her release.
It wasn't long after that another poop exited out her rectum, followed by another and another and so on. For several minutes, she continued to poop, relentlessly farting and crapping in the toilet while making a horrendous echo inside the bathroom. Outside, several other members of the Hellfire Club that were passing by caught both the commotion and the repugnant stench of Emma's pooping. They could also hear her moaning and throwing random banter such as “Oh God! Why me?” at the same time. Fortunately for Emma, they had yet to know of her accident, unless the mess she made on the floor gave a clear indication that she had. Regardless, they willingly chose to ignore her with disgust and continue on their way.
Eventually, after nearly ten minutes non-stop. Emma stopped pooping in the toilet. “Ohhhhh...” She breathed with relief, slightly blushing. “That feels better!” Emma then grabbed some toilet paper off the rack, wiping under her anus and vagina of all the excess feces that remained, including from when she shit herself earlier outside. Minutes after, she then got her hindquarters off the toilet and turned around to look into the toilet. Although she soon regretted it upon seeing HOW MUCH she had dumped into the toilet bowel itself. The amount of poop inside it was nearly up to the lid! Thankfully that was all that was left for her to release, much to her dismay. Though this was an issue, as she had unintentionally clogged the toilet with her massive amount of mess. But so long as nobody knew it was her, then taking the blame was the least of her worries. For now, her focus returned to her ruined panties, which continued to lie there on the floor next to her shoes and stockings, reeking of odor and drawing a few flies around the poop that lay on top of the fabric.
She reluctantly picked it up by the straps again, making sure to not put her hands anywhere near the poop upon holding it. Emma then directed it to the toilet bowel, placed her hand underneath the soiled seat of her panties and folded it inside out, making the massive poop drop into the rest of the clogged up pile of feces down below. Afterwards, she took her ruined panties to the sink and began washing them up, cleaning off the last chunks of poop as much as she could. Of course, the stain was still slightly visible, but she would have to put up with it for now. Once her wet panties were nice and clean and poop-free, she then walked over to the hand dryer and carefully placed them underneath. For a minute or two more, she carefully dried them, making sure to remove any and all wet areas she could so she could wear them again like before. Once that was done, she finally put them back on, pulling them up her legs and across her big buns up to her waist again.
With her (almost) clean panties back on again, she put on the rest of her accessories back on her person. She used the mirror to help guide her as she got dressed again. Afterwards, she posed in the mirror, holding her sexy hips and checking herself out. She then turned around and pulled back her cape, with her booty and panties showing in the reflection. For a while, Emma checked it out, trying to clarify if anybody will notice the damage done to her signature pair of underwear. She hoped not, for her reputations sake.
“There are still some visible marks on these.” Emma said to herself worryingly. “But I guess it will have to do for now until the party's over. I just hope and pray nobody will notice until then. Especially Sebastian himself!” Putting her trauma and fear aside, Emma sucked it all in and hoped for the best. “Well. Here goes nothing!” She said nervously, turning around and walking to the bathroom door, unlocking it again and exiting through it.
Just as she got out, she accidentally bumped into the chest of a man. This was none other than King Magnus or otherwise known as Erik Lensherr AKA Magneto, the mutant master of magnetism himself. He was also a guest at the party, having been invited personally by Frost herself from his dominion in Genosha. Emma froze in front of him as he looked down at her, not sure what to say or do with her shame hanging over her. Lucky for her, Magnus chose to speak first.
“Ah. Ms Frost. A pleasure to run into you this evening!” He said formally greeting her with a bow.
“Um... Hello, your majesty! I uh...” She said sheepishly.
“Please, Emma. There is no need for formalities with me.” King Magnus replied.
“Oh right! I uh... well, how is your evening going so far?” she asked, changing the subject, trying to look normal as possible.
“Oh, it's been splendid for the most part. A riveting time as always, thanks to you. But unfortunately, I have little taste for Sebastian Shaw's presence at this gathering. No offense to you of course, my dear.”
“Um... non-taken! Non-taken at all...”
Suddenly, without warning, Emma let off another wet fart, slightly staining the back of her recently clean underwear again. She froze, smiling trying to cover up her shame. But unfortunately, her ploy did not work, as Erik simply raised an eyebrow at her.
“Um... would you... excuse me!” She said, raising a finger. King Magnus watched Emma Frost take her eyes off him and walk away back to the bathroom, seeing her trying to walk normally as if nothing had happened. But like before, this also failed, as he could see and hear Emma farting again, causing her cape to flutter upwards and expose her stained white panties to his view. Magnus continued to cringe in a mixture of concern and disgust for her. Never in all the years had he known Emma Frost, had Erik ever seen her act this way before. Or at least seeing her fart unintentionally in a public gathering. Indeed this had been an extraordinary and unexpected feast for the eyes.
“Oh dear. And here I thought my daughter had it bad...” he said to himself, watching Emma enter the ladies again and close the door behind her. Afterwards, he turned and walked away, pretending he didn't see anything.