Marys No Toilet Challenge Pt 03

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The following story contains strong fetish play including bodily wastes such as urine and scat. If these topics do not interest you, please do not read further or rate this story poorly because of its contents. Constructive criticism is always welcome and appreciated, but extreme negativity will not be accepted. Please rate the story and comment if you enjoyed and feel free to reach out to me directly!

All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.

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Day 3:

"Fuck..." the sound was deafening even after Mary covered her ears with her hands. Her head was absolutely killing her, pounding in rhythm with her heartbeat. Her eyes were so dry they were burning and red. Her throat felt like it was made of sandpaper and every swallow stung deeply. And there was that damn noise.

When it didn't go away, Mary finally opened her eyes and tried to find the sound by turning her head. The ringing was disorienting, and the teen struggled in her dazed state to locate its origin. "Uhhh," she groaned as she shifted, stopping cold when she felt something shoved up her ass move with her. "What... happened?" she rubbed her eyes, trying to remember what she had been up to the previous night.

Mary grabbed at the object in her ass, recoiling when her finger pressed into something cold and soft. Looking at her fingers, she studied the thick layer of brown that was coating them. "Oh, right," Mary wiped her hand on the sheet beside her before reaching back between her legs. It took some pulling, but the dildo eventually popped out. "Ouch, fuck," Mary winced as her ass burned, now free from the burden of her toy.

The teen's sense of smell was returning, and she wrinkled her nose as the stench of old shift wafted up from her blankets and body. Through squinting eyes, she looked at her scat-crusted breasts and half-heartedly brushed at the flaking filth. The layer of shit was so thick; however, you could barely tell an attempt was made to remove it.

It was only when the sounds started back up did Mary realize that it had previously been silent. She tried to stand but her knees gave out and sent her sprawling to the floor. The cool vinyl almost put her back to sleep before the ringing started again. "Where... the fuck..." Mary weakly ran her hand under her bed until she felt something and grabbed it.

Bringing with it a few dust bunnies, Mary pulled out what she discovered to be her phone. "Why... was that under there?" she yawned, sparking a bad tinge of pain from her head. After studying the illuminated screen for far too long, Mary realized the source of the sound was her mom calling. It seemed that she had been calling for a while too as the teen already had 4 missed calls.

She really didn't want to, but perhaps it was an emergency, so Mary slid the answer button to the right and put the phone to her ear. "Hello?" she barely croaked. Even to Mary, it was clear that she did not sound normal and she couldn't imagine what her mom was going to think.

"Mary? Is that you?" her mom answered, "Your voice sounds weird, are you ok?"

Mary swallowed, trying desperately to hydrate her throat, "Yeah mom, I'm fine." The pounding headache, burning eyes, urge to puke, and the one hundred other things wrong with Mary were a complete contradiction to this statement, but the teen decided to leave her mom in the dark about her current situation. Besides, she wasn't going to die or anything.

"Did you just wake up? It's almost noon, I thought you were supposed to be at work in an hour. I called earlier to catch you before you left but you didn't pick up."

Mary almost had a heart attack when her mom mentioned being late for work before remembering that she secretly took the week off. "Yeah... right," the teen responded as she tried to process what was happening, "I just... slept through my alarm but I've been up for a few hours. I must have been... getting ready when you called before." The story was weak but better than her mom finding out that she lied about work and instead got drunk and covered in her own feces.

"Ah, I guess that makes sense," her mom replied. She seemed a little suspicious but generally bought it. "Well, to cut to the chase, I was just calling to ask for a favor. I ordered a package online a couple of weeks ago, just some books I've been wanting to read."

Mary made a fist with her free hand as she tried to fight the pain that was screaming in her head. She wanted desperately to crawl under her bed and die, but her mom kept talking. It was a struggle to pay attention to anything that was being said over the phone, but the teen tried to fight the sensory overload and focus on what her mom was saying.

"Is that ok dear?" her mom asked but, unfortunately, Mary focused more on paying attention than actually paying attention and now had no idea what her mom wanted.

Mary winced, "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

Her mom let out a long sigh before talking, "You need to pay better attention, Mary. I swear I don't know how you manage at that job of yours. I was just asking if you could pick up the books I ordered from the post office. They came sooner than I was expecting, and I need to get them today. So, could you do that for me? Maybe on your way home from work?"

"Yeah mom, I have to go now though. Goodbye."

"Goodbye Mary, have fun at work, and thank you!" Her mom could barely get out her words before Mary hung up the phone and ended the conversation. She tossed the phone on the ground and covered her face with her hands.

"Shit shit shit shit," the teen kept repeating over and over again. She rested her back against the side of her bed, using it to prevent her weak body from dropping back to the ground, "Oh fuck. I'm so... I'm fucked."

In her disoriented state, Mary agreed to go pick up the package for her mom. The only issue being, of course, Mary was completely coated in shit, wearing filthy panties, and had a strict no leaving the house and no clothes policy as part of her week-long challenge. Washing off was out of the question too as she would rather die than remove the filth she had managed to build up.

The teen grabbed her phone from where she threw it and desperately began searching for an alternative. "Joanne could pick it up for me!" Mary said aloud before rethinking the idea, "she thinks I'm gone on vacation though, if she brought it over, she might see that I'm still here..." the teen frowned as she tried to come up with a different plan, "I could just hide from Joanne. But... I don't know if the post office would even give her the package; she has no proof that it's for her."

Leaning back on her bed, Mary continued to scroll through her phone contacts, "Margret is at school four hours away, Jenny is gone... I don't know who that is..." She continued to scroll until she hit the bottom of her list and still had no options. "I guess... I guess I'm going to the post office," Mary stated aloud, sounding far more confident than she actually was.

It took gripping her bedside table tightly for Mary to stand up, hungover and tired even after a full night's sleep. She carefully walked to the bathroom, bracing herself on the wall every few steps to stay upright. The light in the bathroom burned her eyes when Mary turned it on and took a few minutes for her to see anything at all.

Unfortunately, things weren't looking good as she studied herself in the mirror. Mary's hair was completely stained brown with shit and looked like an animal had made a nest in it. Her face and, for that matter, her entire body was covered in dried shit from her excessive smearing. "Fuck... I can't go out like this..." Mary mused, turning around to look at her back which was also covered in waste.

Opening the medicine cabinet, Mary grabbed a bottle of aspirin and took two of the tablets. "It's fine, make a game of this," the teen tried to psych herself up as she gripped the sink, "This can be fun. But first..." She took a deep breath before turning on the tap, warm water flowing out for the first time in three days. Tentatively, Mary dipped a cloth into the water before rubbing it on her face. It took some deep scrubbing and wetting the cloth a few more times, but eventually, the teen managed to remove most of the scat visible on her face. Her hands also lost some of their shit by proxy, but Mary couldn't do much about that.

Leaning over, she let some cold-water flow between her lips. It was much needed after last night and, between the water and the aspirin, Mary hoped she would soon feel better. Her head was still pounding but her throat seemed to be getting a little better and her eyes had stopped hurting. The teen also noticed she wasn't struggling to stand as much as before, but she was still a little shaky on her feet.

Looking in the mirror again, Mary was saddened that her plans had gone awry. Fortunately, she was stopping at her face and turned off the water; the rest of her body would be covered up one way or another. Turning off the light, the teen walked out of the bathroom and towards her closet, stopping when she spotted the pile of toys on the ground. "This can be fun," Mary repeated, this time smiling as she picked up the second-largest buttplug in her set of three.

Wetting the toy in her mouth, Mary pulled the waistband of her panties open before slipping the plug between her cheeks and planting it deep into her ass. After the anal fucking last night and sleeping with a dildo inserted, the buttplug went in very easily and Mary even considered using the larger one. Although, in the end, she decided against it and moved to get dressed.

Of course, covered in shit Mary didn't want to get any nice clothes dirty. She also had the secondary issue of covering up the smell as best she could. As a result, she grabbed a pair of very old jeans. Not only were they tight, but they lacked rips like most of her other pants which should reduce the smell. Mary slipped them up over her crusty panties and moved onto a top.

For a brief second, she looked at bras but immediately questioned that decision and decided to skip the uncomfortable garment. Instead, Mary grabbed a black tank top she hopped would hide the stains and pulled on an oversized hoodie. It was obvious that her completed outfit did little to hide her strong stench, but it was the best Mary had and she certainly wasn't covering up her natural aroma with perfume.

One thing that was on the teen's side was the cooler weather. While still too warm for heavy-duty winter clothes, few would bat an eye when they saw Mary wearing her full winter gear. The benefit of this was that she could wear a hat to cover her shitty hair, gloves for her hands, and big boots to cover her feat. She walked downstairs, enjoying the feeling of the buttplug with each step, and grabbed everything out of the closet.

Her hat and gloves seemed to do the job covering up the obvious shit and her big coat would, hopefully, minimize the smell escaping. Finally, Mary went to put on boots when she realized that she didn't grab any socks while upstairs. However, the thought of getting her bare feet hot and sweaty in her boots was too arousing to ignore so she settled to go without socks. Besides, no one would see her feat anyway. Although, she wasn't thrilled about having to clean the inside of her boots later to remove any stains. Her getup was complete and, grabbing her car keys on the way out, Mary mentally prepared for her journey.

No one was outside as she left the house and locked the door, and only one car had driven past by the time she made it inside her car. Mary eased carefully onto the seat, mindful of the silicon plug shoved deep in her ass. It pressed against her sphincter as she sat and felt great, eliciting a few grinds from the teen. She took a second to gather her thoughts before putting the keys in the ignition and starting the car.

In the state she was in, Mary knew that she shouldn't be driving but she was in a bind. The aspirin and water were helping though, and the teen hopped she would be better by the time she got to the post office. Fortunately, she wasn't drunk anymore, just hungover. Unfortunately, that didn't change the fact that her stomach was churning and driving was only going to make that feeling worse.

The drive was slow as a result of this, Mary being careful to take every turn wide to reduce the sloshing in her stomach. The teen wanted to drive even slower, but it was busy on the roads, and going under the speed limit was sure to piss off the numerous cars stuck behind her. The post office was just downtown, normally a five-minute ride that Mary managed to stretch over ten. Opening her window did seem to help as the teen enjoyed fresh air for the first time in three days. It also cooled her off slightly which, considering the excessive winter gear she was wearing in the mild conditions, was much appreciated.

Pulling into the parking lot of the post office, Mary could still feel sweat soaking her skin. She was also positive she stunk but couldn't notice much smell herself. Getting out of the car proved this as a middle-aged woman pulled quite the face walking past the teen. Trying to ignore this bad sign, Mary locked her car before taking a deep breath and walking into the post office.

Upon entering, the teen's heart sank as she realized the small room was packed with people and the line for package pickup was almost out the door. Mary shuffled behind the last person in line; a girl only a few years older than herself. The plug in Mary's ass and her hungover state resulted in some questionable thoughts as the teen was almost immediately checking out the girl in front of her.

Distracted by the ass of the other teen, Mary didn't notice that the line had moved until she heard some muttering from behind her. She snapped back to reality and shuffled forward, eyes still on the tight jeans of the raven-haired beauty standing only a foot in front of her. 'Surely she can smell me,' Mary thought to herself. Her pussy oozed as she imagined the teen spinning around and ripping off her hat, exposing the clumps of shit in Mary's hair to the whole room.

As she stood in the unventilated space, Mary knew that her stench was slowly building and more people were noticing. The people behind her were giggling and saying that someone must have shit themselves. Mary tensed, making fists with her hands and praying they didn't realize it was her. Even the employees behind the counter were making faces as Mary moved closer to the front of the line. People were also staring at her as they walked past on their way out of the building with mail in hand.

All the while, Mary could only focus on how aroused she was. The teen would have never classified herself as an exhibitionist before, but maybe she was after all. Of course, the constant feeling of needing to shit caused by the buttplug shoved in her ass didn't help matters much and neither did Mary squeezing her anal muscles to make the feeling worse. Not that it mattered; the teen couldn't stop herself even if she wanted to.

The black-haired teen got her package from the counter and, plugging her nose, walked out of the shop, leaving Mary at the front of the line. "I'm here to pick up a package for Dawn Mitchells," she said quietly.

"Proof that this package is for you?" the female attendant replied, her voice expressing her strong disinterest in her job.

Mary pulled her wallet out of her coat pocket, fumbling to get her driver's license with her gloves on from the front slot and putting it on the counter, "It's for my mother, she told me to pick it up."

Picking up the card, the lady behind the counter looked it over, "Mary Mitchells, good enough." She set the card back on the counter and walked to the back room, returning a minute later with a small box. "Here you go," she handed it to Mary, "And, for future reference, we have a toilet. Maybe try using it." The lady scrunched her nose, looking Mary up and down before motioning for the next person in line to move up.

"It's not like... I didn't..." Mary stuttered before accepting defeat and grabbing the package, turning to leave the post office. Walking strange from the plug combined with her smell, Mary was sure people watched her as she left. She repeatedly pressed the button on her key fob to unlock her car, speed walking until she was finally in range and heard her car pop open.

Shoving the package on the passenger's seat, Mary hopped into the car and slammed the door. Her heart was pounding, but the teen couldn't help but laugh at herself. Never in a million years would she have thought she could do that, but it seemed Mary surprised even herself. Her arousal was undeniable as she sat in the car, taking a few moments to rub her hot mound through her jeans and enjoy the sensation of the plug against the plush seat.

With the post office experience behind her, Mary realized she needed more. She couldn't resist the humiliation of going somewhere else, buttplug in her ass and skin covered in shit. So, the teen turned the key in the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot. As her stomach rumbled, Mary remembered that she had skipped breakfast and settled on her next location.

The coffee shop was only minutes away and now even Mary noticed how strongly she smelled. While in the post office, she was too distracted to notice how hot the room was, especially in all her winter gear. Now, the sweat dripping down her face, neck, and back reminded Mary what a disgusting mess she was. Her body odor was almost more powerful than the smell of shit, musky sweat hotboxing her car.

A side effect of her winter hat and the sweat it was creating was that Mary's face now had streaks of brown dripping down her face. The shit tangled in her hair was liquefying from the heat and combining with the moisture to create little droplets of absolute filth. Mary loved it, but she knew she couldn't go inside another building without being caught.

As a result of this, Mary settled on the drive-thru, regretting her choice when she rounded the bend and found it lined up to the street. She had no other choice and pulled in behind the last car in line. First the post office and now the drive-thru; today was not her day it seemed. Fortunately, unlike the post office, Mary could stay in relative privacy as she waited her turn.

It seemed the line was going slowly though, and after five minutes Mary had only moved up a few cars. "This is cutting into my playtime," Mary grumbled to herself, watching more cars pull in behind her, "But... maybe it doesn't have to." The teen was unsure but the thought of being even more naughty in public was too much to resist and pushed her to go all the way.

"Fuck," Mary whispered before she inched forward on her seat so that her ass was just stinking over the edge. Taking a deep breath, she pushed and felt the buttplug slowly slid out of her rectum. It met resistance against her panties, keeping it stuck in Mary's ass before the teen gave one final push. The plug popped out and was forced to the right of her panties, bending to fit in the tight garment.

With her hole clear, Mary's shit began creeping out slowly, the teen controlling its flow as to not overwhelm her panties. The soft scat quickly filled the back of her underwear and began smushing against her ass cheeks, working its way forward between her legs. The lump was larger than Mary expected and continued to grow in her pants as her ass pushed out more hot shit. There was now a visible mass forming on the bottom of her jeans and the subtlest brown shade could be seen through the stretched denim.

The smell in the car got significantly worse as more of Mary's waste escaped. The teen could no longer control the flow and her shit was now being forced against her pussy lips. The sensation was warm and almost comforting but, most of all, it was extremely arousing. She could tell that her panties were at capacity but there was still a steady stream of soft scat flowing from her relaxed hole.