By: JustAnotherGasWriter
Evie was in the armory with her good friend Kimberly. It was a slow day, which considering they were in the business of counter terrorism was a good sign. It had been a month and counting since their last assignment, and while this may have made work a seemingly pointless endeavor, Evie knew this meant that there just weren’t any terrorists to stop. It was towards the end of their shift, and the two had gone to the shooting range for target practice most of the day. Now they had to clean their weapons; Kim had her big M249 LMG mostly apart on a table and Evie was cleaning the barrel of her Remington 870 pump action shotgun. After she had gotten the barrel all oiled and cleaned, the mousy british woman checked the magazine tube for the third time to make sure there weren’t any shells loaded into the gun. It wasn’t that she had forgotten if there were anyway, she just enjoyed being thorough. Satisfied, she locked the shotgun up with her other guns and then took her P226 MK25 sidearm from its storage place. Kimberly stopped what she was doing for a moment, watching her soft spoken friend take the pistol apart and start cleaning that as well. Evie didn’t notice, humming a bit as she worked, she was very slow and careful to do everything right.
“We’re out of here in a hour, not another week, what’s the point in starting on another?” Kim spoke up in a slightly teasing way, a rare smile tugging at the lips of the normally serious and straight faced woman.
Evie just smiled back sheepily as she was called out, her cheeks a bit rosy red at the remark. “I-I didn’t realize how low on time we were.” she explained, reassembling the pistol gently before putting it back on its storage rack. As she did this, she felt a little shift in her tummy that made her wince. As part of some field training they had done before the shooting range, they had done a hike and ate MREs for lunch. Evie’s luck had failed her that day, as she had gotten a taco MRE. The meal was a bad draw not just because it was one of the less appetizing meals, but because the after effects were infamous; the main course of the meal being just a sleeve of spiced meat that had to be heated with a water activated pad that came with the meal kit. Kim hadn’t exactly gotten a winning meal either, having drawn the pepperoni pizza MRE it was far less appealing in reality then it sounded; that and it was also quite well known for causing some serious digestive distress. Not that MREs were great in the first place, but there were some that were significantly better than others.
Kimberly heard the rumbling, but didn’t tease her about it. The Aussie knew from past experience how easily embarrassed Evie could get and didn’t want to take it too far. Besides, it wouldn’t be all that long before she was sounding off herself. Hopefully they wouldn’t both have to use the bathroom at the same time, or better yet not have to go until they got home; two out of the three toilets in the ladies room were out of order from a little contest between Valkyrie and Ash, so Evie and Kim having to go at the same time would cause some complications.
While Evie did acknowledge the rumbling by her face turning a little red, she didn’t comment on it. Instead, she briefly rubbed her stomach before making sure everything else was away. As she did this, a bullet fell off the table she was using and on the floor with a little clang. Bending down to get it, her ass now pointed towards Kim’s face more or less, a bassy fart escaped her rectum. It was wet and bubbly, sounding closer to a shart than a fart, though her panties remained clean… for the time being. The smell was atrocious; it was a bit painful to breathe in through the nose from all the spice behind it as well. Evie let out a groan of embarrassment yet relief at the same time, her asshole stinging from the heat and seasoning from the now digested meal. She quickly stood up straight again, looking back to Kimberly her face was now as red as Ash’s hair. The small Brit could feel a bit of liquid slowly drizzle out of her anus and run down her rump between her fat ass cheeks, where it finally got on her panties and made them a bit damp at the crotch of them.
Kimberly meanwhile cringed in surprise, her face scrunching up as her friend nearly shit her pants in her general direction. The Aussie held her breath to avoid smelling it after accidentally getting a few whiffs, but the spiciness of the gas tickled her nose a bit and made her sneeze. Reflexively, she took a deep breath in after as she wound up to sneeze again, which just made her sneeze again and again. She felt her nose, eyes and lungs all burn from Evie’s flatulence, and after a minute of uncontrolled inhaling and sneezing she finally was able to get herself to stop, clamping her nose closed tight with her right hand.
Another minute or so goes by before the gas had dissipated enough to become bearable enough to at least attempt to breathe normally again. Evie had even clamped her nose closed, unable to handle her own brand. Her stomach growled and groaned again in protest as she kept her asshole clenched closed tight, and pressure was again starting to build and mount up in her rectum. To make it all worse, Kimberly’s gut growled back, making the S.A.S.R operative grimace and cringe more. Before she was able to clutch up her own buttocks, a long SBD escaped her. The smell was dense and thick, smelling of rancid meat and shit as she felt her bowels shift inside of her. They look at eachother, the air re-contaminated now by Kimberly they both thought the same thing.
Without saying a word, they both speed walk to the restroom, standing up straight and at attention with their cheeks clasped up. Wet rips escape the operatives every few steps, tainting the hallways with their vile wind. Evie let out a yelp as she sharted about halfway to the restroom, her pants bulging out behind her, though she kept walking. They reached the door at the same time, Kimberly reaching out to open the door up and try and get in first to claim the only open lavatory. Evie however, being smaller, waited for the Aussie to open the door before ducking down and slipping by her friend.
“Sorry Kim, I-I’m not going to make a full mess of myself!” She declares, making it to the stall from there before Kim has time to react.
“DAMNIT!” Kimberly shouted, groaning after and holding her gut. Evie slammed the stall shut, quickly dropping her pants and sitting down. “J-Just hurry up.” Kim begged, attaining as hard as she physically could to keep her impending dump dammed up until the bathroom was open.
“I’ll do my best~” Evie told her, a sense of ecstasy almost to her voice as she finally was able to let loose. There was a long period of just plopping as her solid waste hit the water below, followed by moans and groans of relief.
Evie’s promise had sounded a bit empty to Kimberly, and as she heard her friend settle in on her seat, she prepared herself for the worst. Still clutching her tummy and standing hunched over, she walked over to the paper towel dispensers, only to find them all empty. “Shit, fuck, shit!” She muttered to herself as she checked. There wasn’t even a trash can to go in that she could clean up later, her only options being to wait for Evie, go in one of the sinks, or go in her pants. The first option was the most appealing, so she hobbled back over to the door of Evie’s stall and got on her knees to try and keep herself blocked up as best as she could. “H-hurry up Evie!” She grumbled again, sounding even more desperate than before as some sweat ran down her face. Farts were still slipping out her backend, but they were getting wetter and wetter by the minute.
“I’m doing my best!” Evie called back, doing a courtesy flush to avoid sending the last functioning toilet out of order. Once the water had flushed away the first part of her shit, she started again, her meaty buttcheeks quaking a bit from the sheer pressure, size, and force at which her scat exited out. Water splashed upwards on to her cheeks, then drizzled slowly down and dripped back off of them and into the toilet.
Kim meanwhile was struggling to say the least. Her asshole pulsed and throbbed under the pressure that had built up behind it, gas escaping around the sides of the logs that were ready to be launched out. Finally, something other than gas came out. With a shiver and a cough, Kimberly sharted her pants, some thick, gooey mud excreting out of her. Her green bottoms took on a brown tint as there was enough pushed out that it bleed through her panties and into the pants. Kimberly blushed deeply as she soiled herself, her pride destroyed… even though she was the only one who knew about what just happened. She didn’t have too much time to think about it however, as the shart sent off a chain reaction of loud rips before she was full on crapping her pants. It was mostly soft logs that squished flat against her panties, and a bulge began to form until it sagged way out behind the rest of her body.
Evie meanwhile was finishing up, having given a second courtesy flush a moment before she finally finished. After sighing one last time, she tore of several squares of toilet paper and wiped herself clean before tossing the paper into the bowl. “I’m done Kim, just a minute.” She announced, getting some more TP she used it to try and clean what had gotten into her pants, though she soon came to the conclusion that they had been damaged beyond just wiping up. Hell, she’d be lucky if she was ever able to just wash it out normally. The Brit decided that it would be best to just remove her panties and stuff them in her pocket so she could throw them away, pulling her pants up after and unlocking the stall door.
Kimberly quickly went into the stall, hoping that Evie wouldn’t see the state of her pants though the brown haired woman saw what had happened through a mirror positioned right in front of the stall and above a sink. Kimberly plopped down on the toilet, dumping the contents of her pants and panties into the bowl before sitting back down to push out the rest of her load. It didn’t take too long, she had already released most of it into her undergarments so it was really just a matter of cleaning her ass up. She took almost half of what was left of the current role of paper, wiping her butt of it took even more after that to get truly clean. After that, she also removed her panties and wrapped those up in the last of the TP before putting it into her pocket. At least they could leave now, and she planned on doing just that after washing her hands.
Evie was just about done washing her hands once Kimberly was back out of the stall, and she looked to her friend. “I-I’m sorry I pushed past you, just got caught up in the moment.” She explained hastily.
What Kimberly really wanted to do was give her an earful, but instead took a deep breath. “It’s alright, I know you didn’t mean anything by it.” She said through her teeth before getting an idea. “Say, can you do me a favor?” The short haired woman asked, trying to hide a grin.
Evie perked up upon being given a chance to redeem herself. “Y-yeah sure, what do you need?” She asked, standing up straight at attention.
Kim reaches into her pocket and pulled the panties back out, though they were concealed by the toilet paper. “Just keep this with you for the next few days… it belongs to IQ and I think she’s on to me, so just keep it hidden until I’m in the clear.” She winked, handing it over.
Poor, naive Evie took the panties and pocketed them without a second thought. “Will do! ...I’ll see you tomorrow Kim.” She smiled as they walk out together to the car lot, luckily not having anyone else notice their brown backsides.
The two then parted ways for the day, getting into their cars and driving off. Kim however had a smile on her face as she drove off. Evie, normally a pretty organized person, couldn’t keep her car clean. It just seemed to be the one thing that she just gave up on not keeping pristine. Kim of course knew this, though there was something else as well. The big thing that kept Evie’s car a mess was she always emptied her pockets out and never recollected her things. Her panties were sure to cause a stink in there for days, maybe even a week or two. “That’ll teach her some manners.” She thought as she finally arrived home.