Exploration Ch 02 1

Author's note: Sorry this took so long! I wasn't sure what direction to take this in and I got caught up on writing other stuff. This will make more sense if you read chapter one.

Also if scat/poop, peeing/wetting, mild humiliation, or teacher-student roleplay aren't your thing, this story won't be for you. But if they are your thing, hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Two

Lila's POV

After my accident, Adam and I went inside his house and just talked about everything. About what I wanted, about what he was into, about how those things intersected. I got a lot off my chest, but got just as much to think about when I went home that night.

When I get home, I shower, then go straight to bed with my laptop. There are a whole lot of things I need to look up. Thank god I live alone, even if my studio apartment isn't exactly luxurious or bigger than a postage stamp.

Once I'm in bed, I pop on my headphones, turn on my VPN, and open an incognito window. Then, I pause. Adam talked about a lot of his kinks and now I want to see what the appeal is. But where to start?

I go to one of the sites that Adam suggested, a streaming site, and look at the first few videos. The rush of losing control in the car makes me throb between my legs, but what's the deal with doing it in your underwear?Most of the thumbnails look similar, with a woman with her back to the camera in her underwear.

I click on one called 'desperate suppository panty poop' and press play when it loads. The description underneath says, took 3 suppositories and tried to hold.

It starts with a woman on her knees, her back to the camera. She's only in a pair of plain pink cotton panties. She squirms, hunched over and breathing hard, like she's clearly trying to hold it. After a few minutes of squirming, she gasps oh god, oh god before a dark bulge appears in her panties.

She grunts as she pushes a load into her underwear, the primal sound lighting something up inside me the way I felt when I lost it in front of Adam. It transports me right into her shoes, the thought of doing something so taboo and so embarrassing making my breath hitch.

It's coming out uncontrollably now, creating a huge bulge that spreads out the leg of her panties and across her round ass.

My hand sneaks down between my thighs, and my pussy is soaked. I plunge a finger inside myself because I can't help myself. I want to be filled even though I've never been filled by anything but my fingers (or Adam's) before.

I start off on a tear, watching more videos of all the things that Adam is into -- more panty pooping, diaper messing, hentai, monsters and aliens, teacher-student and more. A video of an animated woman being taken by monstrous orc, another of a stepfather fucking his stepdaughter without protection, another of a woman being forced to release an enema into a diaper. They start to blur together into one mass of unfamiliar, but welcome stimulation.

I make myself come over and over again, hardly taking a break in between.

By the end of the night, I know exactly how I want to lose my virginity. When I text Adam, he quickly responds with, u sure? And I say I am.

Go big or go home, I guess. I've waited long enough, so I might as well make a day of it.

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One week later

Adam's basement looks like it always does -- an unfinished concrete floor, a small area with his washer and dryer, and a bunch of old furniture that he inherited along with the house when his uncle died. Except now, there's a big desk set up in the corner then a little chair/desk combination like we used to sit in at school. My heart starts to pound at the sight, and Adam nudges me forward.

"You did as I asked? Drinking a whole bunch and going as soon as you feel the urge?" He asks, resting his big, warm hands on my shoulders. "The laxative tea, too?"

"Yep." Chugging water and letting myself pee the moment I felt like it is supposed to make it easier for me to lose control of my bladder. The tea had my stomach gurgling before I left the house, so I don't know how I'll manage to hold that for very long. It's supposed to be gentle and not too fast acting, though.

"You ready to start, then? Or do you want a few minutes?"

I take a deep breath and nod. "I'm ready. Let me go get changed."

Even though Adam has made me come and seen my bare ass as I pooped, changing in front of him is a different story. He leaves while I change into my ancient high school uniform. My body has filled out quite a bit since then, making the skirt obscenely short and the button-down snug on my breasts.

I guess it's a good effect because when I tell Adam he can come back in, he lets out a surprised sound, his eyes skimming up and down my body. He looks good too, dressed in a button-down and pants like a teacher.

"I would have gotten eighty demerits if I wore this into school," I say with a nervous laugh.

"Not in this school, you won't. Chug this. The whole thing." He hands me another bottle of water. I do as he says, and almost instantly I'm more on edge. "And what's your safe word?"

"Apple. Banana to slow down."

"Good. Let's start." He rests a hand on my back and guides me to the desk chair.

I sit and he goes up to the front of the "classroom", sitting behind his big desk. He looks at me sternly, folding his hands together and resting them on his desk. I suppress a smile. Adam's chill and he'd never look at anyone like this otherwise.

"Since this is your first time in detention, I'll review the rules with you," he says. "You'll work on the assignment I give you for the entire two hour period. No talking, no going to the bathroom, no leaving your seat unless I say so. Understood?"

"No bathroom breaks?" I ask.

"No. If you didn't go before, you'll just have to hold it." He pulls a notebook and a pen out of the desk and brings it to me. "Here you go."

I open the notebook -- the pages are blank, so I assume I'm supposed to doodle or pretend. I press my legs together, pressure on my bladder making me shift in my seat. Moving doesn't help much, so I cross my legs.

We sit in complete silence, Adam reading a book -- is he actually doing reading for a class? -- and me doodling, the need to pee building and building over the course of twenty minutes. The fullness of my bowels isn't helping me either, though it's less urgent. I start to jiggle my leg and Adam looks up, raising an eyebrow.

"Is there a problem?" he asks. "Stay still."

"I just need to use the bathroom. Can't you make an exception?"

"No. If I make an exception for you, I have to make one for everyone. Now sit still."

Him telling me to sit still made it nearly impossible. My thighs tremble as I press them together, scribbling in the notebook to distract myself. But my muscles are starting to fail, and a squirt of piss shoots into my panties. I gasp and shove my hand between my thighs. That helps for about a minute before the dam breaks and I lose control.

I start peeing, warmth spreading across my pussy and the back of my skirt. The release is almost orgasmic in itself, and I sigh, letting my legs open a little.

"Are you pissing your panties?" Adam asks, standing up. His height and the power of his voice are intimidating as hell when I'm this vulnerable, even though I know he's not going to hurt me.

"Y-yes."

"You couldn't hold it?" He pulls me to my feet and I'm still peeing, so I spread my feet apart so it'll go straight to the floor. "Are you a child? Do you need a diaper?"

"No, I just...I'm sorry." My heart pounds even though I know this is the game. But it feels just real enough for me to get swept up in it.

"Not sorry enough. Come here."

He pulls me to his desk and stands me in front of it, taking off my skirt. My panties are soaked through and totally ruined, so he pushes them off too. Then, he picks me up and puts me on the desk in front of his chair, parting my thighs. My face burns as he sits down, putting his face very, very close to my pussy. I reflexively try to close my legs, but he pushes my knees apart.

"No, let me see." He pushes me so I'm on my back, my legs up in the air. His finger slides between my slick lips. "Did that make you wet? Did pissing yourself in front of your teacher turn you on?"

"I'm sorry," I say again.

Adam doesn't say anything for a few moments. "You know, there's a way for you to avoid me adding time onto your detention for your mistake."

"What can I do?" I ask.

"You can fuck me."

"But you're my teacher," I say softly. "And I'm a virgin."

"And? You don't want to be here for another whole hour do you?" He smooths his hands along my inner thighs, leaving goosebumps on my skin.

"No."

"Then give yourself to me." His voice deepens in a way that makes me want to do anything he wants.

My yes is hardly out of my mouth before his face is between my legs. I gasp, my hands going into his dark hair. His tongue makes long sweeps up and down my pussy, like he's cleaning me from my mess. The idea is so filthy that it turns me on more, my clit throbbing under Adam's attention.

He holds my hips down as I squirm, moaning and gasping so loudly that my voice echoes off the sides of the basement. I start to feel myself coming, and then he slides his fingers inside me and I break. He does the same thing he did in the car, moving his fingers just right to make me squirt again. I pull at his hair so hard that I'm surprised he doesn't tell me to calm down.

I sag, breathing heavily as I come down and he stands up. He undoes his belt and pushes his pants down, revealing his cock. My only reference to size is through porn, and his looks very similar to what a lot of the porn stars were packing. Nerves fill me up.

"You're a virgin, huh?" Adam asks, moving me around so my butt is on the other edge of the desk.

"Yeah. It's not going to hurt, is it?" The question is genuine, though I play it off. The forceful stepfamily role-play fantasies were another favorite of mine, so I'm willing to let it hurt a little.

"Not too bad." He lines himself up and pushes inside of me.

I suck in a hissing breath, gripping the edge of the table. Adam gives me a glance of concern, slightly out of character, but I nod and he plunges the rest of the way in. The fullness is entirely different than his fingers, so deep and huge. He leans over me, his hands on either side of my shoulders, and starts thrusting.

It feels foreign at first, but then it starts feeling good. He angles my hips in a way that hits the spot he hits with his fingers, making me arch my back.

"Look at you, taking all this cock," Adam says in my ear, his voice strained. "You sure you're a virgin, honey?"

"I'm so sure," I say, wrapping my legs around him. He thrusts harder, making me gasp in discomfort until it melts into pleasure.

"Such a little slut, too, spreading your legs for your teacher just to get an hour off." He punctuates his words with desk-rocking thrusts. He lifts my leg up onto his shoulder, pushing even deeper inside of me. "Pissing yourself, letting me eat your tight little pussy..."

I feel myself starting to crest again, and when he plays with my clit with his thumb, I break. My pussy contracts around him, making him gasp and groan. He comes moments later, his cock twitching, and his body sags above me, his breathing heavy.

He pulls out moments later. I'm on birth control to regulate my periods and we're both clean, so there's no risk there. But feeling his cum drip out of me makes me horny all over again.

"Let's get you cleaned up so you can finish up your detention," he says, opening a drawer.

Between my pissing and the sex, I'd temporarily forgotten the pressure in my bowels. Now it was much, much more urgent. I wasn't sure where I'm going to go, but wherever it will be, it's going to be very soon.

"If I let you fuck me again, can I go to the bathroom?" I ask, sitting up.

"No. One time is the limit, at least in detention," he says, wiping me clean. "How much more could you need to pee?"

My whole body flushes as if we didn't sort all of this out beforehand.

"I have to do the other thing," I admit.

"Then you'll have to wear a diaper." He sighs and opens the drawer of the desk. "Lay back."

I do as he says, pressing my legs together and clenching my butthole. He said it was fine for me to go wherever in this space since it's all old furniture, but the thought of pooping on the desk is mortifying. I glance down into the drawer, which has diapers and several interesting-looking dildos. But Adam comes back up with an adult-sized diaper, leaving those behind.

"Heels on the edge and lift your hips up," he says.

I do as he says, a small fart escaping. The laxative tea I drank suddenly decides to kick in and I'm going to shit the moment he put this diaper on fully.

"Damn, I forgot the powder," he says. "Stay still."

He goes across the room to a big cabinet across the room, glancing straight back at me with my legs spread and a diaper under my ass. I clench my butthole and take several deep breaths, trying to hold it while he takes his sweet time digging through the cabinets for powder.

"Um, I..." I stammer, my stomach starting to cramp up. Oh no.

I try hard to hold back, but my body makes the decision for me, my muscles cramping and my ass opening up. I grab the backs of my knees and pull my legs more open and back so I won't get too dirty. I push out a thick, heavy log, which bunches up around my butt a little bit. It's absolutely enormous and I can tell without even looking down to see it.

"Oh, fuck," I say, breathing hard.

"Oh, fuck is right," he says as he comes back with the powder in hand. His voice has a teasing lilt to it. "You couldn't even wait for me to close this diaper up."

"It was coming and I couldn't stop it." My stomach gurgles.

"You got more in you?" He opens the drawer and comes up with what looks like a puppy pee pad, lube, and a thick, sturdy-looking dildo.

"Yeah." A whole lot. I hadn't pooped in four days in preparation for this.

"Okay. Mind if we end the role-play and do something else?" He asks.

"Sure."

He helps me to my feet while holding onto the diaper so I don't get dirty then disposes of the diaper. He then guides us over to big mirror on the far side of the room, spreading out the pee pad. I sit down on the pad and he sits down behind me, spreading my legs and hooking them on top of his thighs so they're open. His cock is rock hard against my back.

Seeing myself spread open, a little evidence of my second accident between my cheeks, makes me wetter than I thought it would. And add in Adam's broad-shouldered body behind me...I'm about to like whatever we're going to do.

"I just want to see how you handle this since you liked my cock so much," he says, holding up the dildo. "And maybe I can see you actually pooping since you were sneaky last time."

"Sneaky meaning it just came out?" I snort, though the dildo's size is making me nervous. "That's awful big."

It's blue and thicker than his cock.

"I know. But seeing you stretch around it and try to take it is hot to me." He picks up the lube. "And we have this. We don't have to -- I can use my fingers."

"No, I want to try it." I lean against him more, putting my butthole a little higher in the air. "So if I have to go, I can just go?"

"Yep, that's the idea." He squirts some lube on his fingers and slips them inside me, pumping them in and out for a few moments. I whimper when he pulls them out and he gives me a lopsided smile. "Hold on a second."

He presses the tip of the dildo into me, then a little further. I squirm at the stretch and pressure, and he eases off. Then he tries again, working it into me inch by inch. It's on the verge of way too big, my pussy aching but pleasurably. I let my head fall back against Adam's shoulder, moaning softly as he moves the toy in and out of me. It's all pleasure now, my body lighting up.

The pressure in my bowels starts to build again when he starts rubbing my clit, but both of my holes keep clenching, preventing anything from coming out. I watch Adam's eyes in our reflection -- his focus is on my pussy, of course, but I want to give him want he wants. I consciously push out, my butthole opening a little. It's difficult since all I want to do is clench around the toy in my pussy, but I really need to finish going.

"Oh god," I gasp as my body takes over and a small but firm shit exits my body.

Seeing it come out of myself is surreal and erotic, especially when I feel Adam absently grinding his cock against my back.

"Fuck yes, Lila," he says, moving the toy faster. "Such a good girl."

I push a little more, and the sensation makes my orgasm start to crest. Adam rubs my clit to send me over the edge, and I come harder than I ever have in my life. I squirt around the toy so hard that the mirror gets wet, and my entire body shakes.

I come back down, my chest heaving, a small pile of shit that I just let out while my best friend watched sitting between my legs. A contentment I've never felt before comes over me. I'm fully satisfied for the first time, I think.

"You good?" Adam asks, kissing me on the cheek.

"Yeah." My voice is hoarse.

"Let's get you cleaned up, then."

He helps me to my feet and insists on cleaning up the mess I made. Then, he guides me up to the main part of the house and helps me shower, carefully washing me. I let him do it. I'm strangely exhausted and he can tell. After, he wraps me up in a blanket and carries me over to his bed. I've seen it countless times, but I've never even sat on it, especially not with him. The sheets smell like him, warm and masculine.

"This is nice," I say, closing my eyes as he tucks me against his body.

"You need the aftercare. That was pretty intense, especially since it was your first time." He pauses. "You liked everything?"

"I loved it It was everything I wanted.." I open one eye. "Isn't that obvious?"

"Hey, I always like to ask. Sometimes I don't pick up on everything." His deep voice rumbles through my body.

"Thank you," I whisper. "For going along with this craziness."

"No problem. And trust me, this was everything I wanted too."

Adam's been my best friend for ages, but we've broken down a whole new wall between us. I feel like I can ask him absolutely anything and talk to him about even the darkest parts of myself. I want more of this, even though I'm confused about my feelings. I've had a little crush on him for a while, but isn't that natural when your best friend happens to be a hot guy?

I shake those thoughts off. I'm 100% sure that I want to keep doing this, and that's what matters right now.

"Can we keep doing this? Trying new things?" I ask. "There's a lot more I want to try."

"Hell yeah. Just tell me what you want and I'll help make it happen."

I start to drift off to sleep. What could possibly top this? I'm not sure, but I'm looking forward to finding out.

Author's note 2: thanks for reading! I'm not sure where to go from here re: their exploration, so let me know if you have any ideas or things you'd like to see. I may or may not take them, depending on whether they vibe with my personal kinks.