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TITLE: Jackie's Jazzercise Poop *by Vesta the Transvestite* Revision 2.2 - Feb/7/2006 © vesta_scattanovaAThotmailDOTcom Summary: Adult woman discovers the sexual thrill of purposeful clothes pooping. NOTE: This is a new version of a story I posted on Wetset's Panty-Pooper's BBS several years ago. Keywords: F, _solo, scat, panty pooping ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Jackie is a dance instructor who conducts the aerobics class at the Health America club as well as ballet and theater dance classes at the local performing arts center. Being both a professional dancer as well as a part-time fitness chick, Jackie's body is in excellent shape although she is not quite as buff and sculpted as she was in her younger years. Still, for a woman pushing 40, Jackie puts many women half her age to shame, and she knows it. She loves to show off her 5'8", 140 pound muscular frame by wearing skin-tight lycra dresses, lycra dance and gym clothes, tight jeans, etc. In spite of Jackie's stunning looks and down-to-earth personality, she has a history of bad luck with men and hasn't had a shag since she broke up with her last boyfriend well more than three years ago. Since then, she has dated a handful of women she met online, but didn't get very far with any of them. With her bad batting average with both sexes, Jackie doesn't care at the moment if she ever gets laid by another person ever again, because she has become completely auto-erotic, and has come to appreciate her body as her own sexual object. Often, she will pose in front of her mirror, sometimes naked, but more often in lingerie with garters or her skin tight dance clothes, masturbating while admiring the contours of her body. The ratio between her waist and hips, while not perfect, is well within the range of being attractive. And her firm, C cup breasts sport checker-sized nipples that are often-times visible through her clothes, especially if she is sexually aroused. Jackie has found herself becoming distracted by a little incident from a few months ago that she can't get off her mind. So much so that it disrupts her train of thought while she conducts her dance and exercise classes. Jackie was driving home from a trip to Santa Fe when she was caught in a traffic jam half-way up I-25. She sat on the interstate a bit too long and wound up doing a sizable bowel movement in her jean-shorts, which she rode with the whole way to her home north of Trinidad, Colorado. And she never had a teeth-grinding orgasm that curled her toes before, much less an orgasm while sitting behind the wheel of her Beamer. "My boyfriends *NEVER* got me off like that," Jackie thought to herself. Figuring that since she can't get the idea of shitting herself out of her mind, it's time she explores the subject of her masturbation fantasies from the past few months. "Today is the day I'm going to do this for real," Jackie mumbled to herself as she got ready for her afternoon aerobics class. "Since I get sweated up at class and have to shower and change when I get home, might as well do it in my class clothes." "So what do I wear?" Jackie ponders for a moment, thinking about the stories she read and the advice she received on the web. First she goes for a pair of red spandex bike trunks with red bikini panties underneath, along with a matching sports bra and t-shirt, but changes her mind and decides on her usual style of dance outfit - a leotard worn over a pair of tights, no panties underneath. She goes to her closet. "This will wash out," she mumbles under her breath as she pulls out a favorite of hers; a navy blue spandex leotard with a pair of baby blue opaque footed nylon dance tights. Her matching navy blue Nikes, waist alignment belt which is the same color as her tights, and navy blue hair scrunchie completes the outfit. Jackie admires her naked body in her bedroom mirror in an auto-voyeuristic manor while she gets dressed, caressing her nipples in the process. She pulls on her baby blue tights onto her well toned legs, then her navy blue leotard up over the tights and on to her six-pack body, and admires her curves some more. "I've worked hard for this," Jackie thinks to her self while she admires her now spandex clad body. She ties her long brown hair into a pony tail with the hair scrunche. On go a pair of sweatpants for the drive and her Nike sneakers, her long coat, and she's out the door. Five hours pass and Jackie's classes went real well, except for one thing. She hasn't pooped in two days and was feeling a bit bloated all day. While not immediately desperate, she was feeling quite ripe for a bowel movement by the time her aerobics classes are finished. She leaves the health club, gets into her car. "I'm not going here since where one has poop one also has pee, and I don't want pee to soak through my coat much less into the car seat," Jackie whispers to herself. "Gotta do this at home...." By the time she gets home, the bloated feeling has subsided a bit. She takes off her coat, then pulls her sweatpants off over her sneakers, leaving her dressed exactly the same way she was for class; her navy blue spandex leotard, baby blue tights, Nike sneakers, and waist alignment belt. She heads to the bathroom, drops her leotard and tights and has a good pee into the toilet prior to making herself dinner. She eats a favorite of hers; chicken breast on a bed of raw spinach greens and sliced tomato. She has always consumed lots of greens because it makes keeping her figure in check easy, not to forget the fact it keeps her regular as well. After dinner, the ripeness in Jackie's rectum returns. A thought crosses her mind, "Now is the moment of truth!" Realizing that she's about to burst, she heads off to the bathroom. On the way to the bathroom, she stops for a moment to admire her body again in the full-height stand-up mirror in the hallway. Her navy blue spandex leotard is jazz cut, with leg openings that rise on the sides almost to the top of her hips, making an almost perfect "V" shape in front that extends from just below her hips, over her clit, and under her crotch, with a scoop neckline and short sleeves. Extending from underneath the leotard are her baby blue lycra tights that encase her legs the whole way to her toes. Jackie likes leotard outfits like this because of the way they flatter her legs, hips, and cleavage, which is a complete turn on for her. With her Nike sneakers and waist belt still on, Jackie walks into the bathroom and closes the door behind her. Even though she lives alone, she still wants the feeling of privacy, especially on this occasion. Her system is overloaded with hormones, and she is quivering from her being intensely aroused. Jackie's breathing has become heavy and deep, and she started to feel a little faint. "Oh my I'm hyperventilating. I've never done this while having sex....." Following the advice she received from a few people on the web, she momentarily pulls down her leotard and tights, sits on the toilet and completely empties her bladder of every last drop of pee that she can squeeze out without loosing her BM in the toilet. When finished, she stands and quickly pulls her tights back up, then her leotard up over them while her colon calls on her, telling her that it is time. "I'm a grown woman!" Jackie thinks to herself. "Little children go to the bathroom in their clothes, not a grown woman, and I'm a grown woman!" She hesitates for a moment, thinking to herself, "This is insane...." She walks out of the bathroom for an instant to try and talk herself out of shitting in her clothes, but she gets hit with an adrenaline rush which jacks up her arousal even more. So she grabs the stand-up mirror out of the hallway and returns to the bathroom with it. By this time Jackie's nipples are as hard as rock-candy; their shape plainly visible through the leotard's navy blue fabric, while her clit throbs from under the spot where her tights disappear through and under her leotard's leg openings. She admires herself some more in the mirror, thinking "These are the clothes that earlier today, 40 some odd people saw me in. People watched my every move in these clothes, now I'm about to do something in them none of them could imagine..... Oh my Gawd! I don't believe I'm going to do this! I'm about to shit in my dance clothes, and not by accident either. I'm a grown woman and I want to do this OH MY GAWD!" Jackie hesitates one last time, takes her waist belt off but keeps her Nike sneakers on. She turns around and faces the sink, placing her hands on the sink and leaning into it while spreading her legs and placing her feet at a comfortable distance from each other. By this time her rectum was screaming at her and she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer even if she wanted to. So she relaxed and at first... ...nothing. Then a little bit of gas passed, and she could feel her poop pushing against her anus, but the tightness of her dance clothes pushed her ass cheeks together, preventing her solid brown mass from moving on it's own. She starts grinding her teeth from being so totally aroused; squeezes her ab muscles, pushing full throttle on her bowels. "Oh my gawd I don't believe I'm actually doing this!" Jackie stuttered to herself, grinding her teeth some more as she felt the first bit of poop start to slide out between her ass cheeks. It made that crackling sound that every panty pooper knows all to well as it slides out of her anus. Jackie had the stand-up mirror oriented so she could see her back by looking in the mirror above the sink. Her eyes immediately focused on the seat of her leotard, right above the point where it wraps underneath and between her legs. She pays close attention to the sensations of her poop working it's way down between her ass cheeks, and.... Another hormone shot rivets Jackie's body as she feels something pushing back against her bowel movement. She knows her thick and firm yet greasy hot shit just connected with the seat of her baby blue tights underneath her navy blue leotard. Jackie looks back into the mirror and sees her poop making a "tent" in the seat of her navy blue leotard, right above the last visible point before it wraps underneath her. She reaches around with her left hand to feel it's shape; squeezes it and her fingers all of a sudden feel sticky. She pulls her hand away and sees a pasty brown spot on the exterior of her leotard's navy blue spandex fabric right at the point where the poop made first contact. "Oh gawd damn *THIS IS SEXY!*" Jackie spoke out loud to herself. "If my students would know what I'm doing.... OH MY GAWD! In my class clothes at that!" She places her fingers back on the greasy bulging brown spot and flexes her sphincter muscles some more, pushing some more of her hot brown mass into the seat of her tights. She pauses for a moment to catch her breath and realizes that she is starting to orgasm when she is hit by an involuntary spasm in her gut that really gets things moving. Knowing that she just lost control, Jackie focuses her eyes in the mirror again, watching the seat of her leotard expand straight down the middle while clenching her teeth from arousal. The solid poop is all out, being replaced by softer, more malleable, yet still firm poop that follows the contours of the crack between her cheeks. "It ain't over yet," Jackie stutters to herself as she's hit with another involuntary cramp. Another wave of the soft yet firm poop makes it's way from her rectum, depositing its self in between her cheeks and pushing what was already there downward and between her legs. The crotch of Jackie's leotard and tights were already quite moist from her pussy juice drooling down into the fabric, but Jackie had a bit of a surprise when she reached down to massage her clit and pussy. A thick column of her poop had migrated the whole way to her pussy and lodged it's self against her clitoral hood which made Jackie light up like a fireworks display. "Oh Fuck! *This is intense!*" she stutters to her self. She reorients the stand up mirror so she can view herself while on the toilet. As she does that, a blast of gas passes her cheeks followed by a small spurt of runny poop, and Jackie knew she had everything expelled. Jackie sits on the toilet and starts rubbing her clit and pussy through her navy blue leotard and baby blue tights and the layer of poop that is residing between her genitals and the inside of her tights. It doesn't take long at all until Jackie's rubbing works the greasy poop brown through the two layers of fabric above Jackie's clit and pussy until the tips of her fingers are covered with a greasy brown film as well. By this time Jackie is panting with her heart racing, watching herself in the mirror as she masturbates through her shitty dance outfit. "*Oh Fuck!*" she screams at the top of her lungs while she climaxes. *"OH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK this feels good OH SHIT THIS TURNS ME ON!!!*" shrieking so loudly that if the neighbors would be home, they would call the cops. She works herself some more, totally enjoying what she is seeing in the mirror. She clenches her teeth and her toes curl up inside her sneakers as she hits her final climax. Jackie screams "*FUCK!!!*" one last time. About five or so minutes pass and Jackie stands up from the toilet and admires her backside in the mirror; the bulge and the greasy brown streak that goes down the center of her leotard's seat. She has come down from her orgasm and feels seriously relaxed in a way she hasn't felt for years. She sits back down on the toilet and sleeps for two hours before cleaning herself and her clothes up in the shower. Jackie has become her own best girlfriend. She discovered just how good it feels to poop in one's clothes, and she knows she will be doing this again and often....... Did you like this story? 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