Fay stood in the kitchen, musing on how to spend the rest of the day. In ordinary circumstances, a voluptuous redhead drinking a glass of water whilst planning her day would not be an eye-catching proposition -- not even if, as Fay was, the girl was stunningly pretty with large, heavy breasts. However, when the girl in question has quite visibly wet herself whilst wearing her jeans and has a distinct smell of poo coming from the slight bulge in the seat of her already well-filled jeans -- well, that's a different matter.
Fay gulped down the water and took another glass. Now that she'd gathered her senses from her filthy orgasm, a guilty but rational mood had taken her. She'd dripped pee all over Nadia's bed, but that was fine -- there was no serious damage and it would hopefully earn her a harsh punishment and some debased humiliation at Nadia's delectable hands when she got back from wherever she'd gone. More serious was the still warm, soft mass of shit that was in her panties. Serious in that she was disappointed that she'd not, realistically, be able to carry on wearing the same panties that she'd pissed herself in several times over the weekend. However, as she'd already firmly decided that this was not the final time she'd have poo in her panties, she'd best get used to clean up.
In the bathroom, Fay stripped off her vest (the front had dried where she'd wiped her pissy hands on herself, leaving only a very faint smell of urine) and kicked off her pumps (which were still damp and had a stronger smell of girl pee about them) and decided she'd wear them later, then climbed in the shower in her jeans. Turning on the hot water, she relaxed as it cascaded over her face, running in steaming rivulets over her magnificent breasts and down over soiled clothes. Then, quickly, she stripped off, allowing the soft turds to plop to the floor of the shower while she rinsed out her jeans and knickers. She'd not considered that part of the mess, and had to make two quite disgusting trips between the shower and toilet, holding her poo in her hands. Once that was flushed away she finished cleaning herself and towelled off, once again looking like a pink-skinned, innocent beauty.
She put her panties in the washing machine on a quick, cold wash, quite deliberately trying to preserve the stains that she'd accumulated and, with another glass of water, dried her hair and put on some simple make up.
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Fifty minutes later, Fay was about ready, but for her clothes. She stood, naked in her bedroom, considering her options. Turning her back to her mirror, she looked at her full, rounded bottom. She'd been spanked once and caned twice in the last three days, and the marks still hadn't fully faded. She really wanted to be punished, but wasn't sure she'd be able to take another caning. Maybe a stiff spanking, though? Hmmm. She chose a simple, white bra, which was a size smaller than her 32FF boobs and pushed them into a cleavage that no man alive could resist. Over this, she pulled her vest from earlier. Next, she investigated her panties. She'd dried them with her hair-dryer after the wash. As she'd hoped, the cold wash had cleaned them, but not done much to shift the stains from her filthy behaviour, so whilst superficially they looked white, a quick examination revealed the outline of brownish-yellow stains in the crotch and on the back, where her piss had soaked in. She pulled these up her legs, following them with some grey sweat pants, which were loose around her calves but clung to her shapely ass. Some cute little, white socks and her pissy smelling pumps and she looked entirely presentable.
Fay had no real plan in mind as she headed to the street, although she was pondering on going back to the sex shop to see Andy and see if she could get a spanking from him. As she had no better idea, she strolled in that direction, enjoying the early afternoon sunshine. On a whim, she headed into the park, and sat on the same bench, sheltered by an impressive oak, that she'd sat on before her last visit to the adult store. Allowing her eyes to close, she enjoyed the warmth of the sun without worrying about her fair skin getting burned.
After a few minutes, she sensed someone sitting on the bench by her side. Looking up, she saw a dishevelled man, clearly homeless, maybe 45 but it was hard to tell with the dirt and patchy beard. What was clear was that he was gazing at her breasts. Fay opened her eyes fully, and he guiltily looked away, before glancing back with the weary, dejected look of the downtrodden.
