Pinkie's Messy Springtime Walk
Pinkie Pie hummed happily as she skipped down the sidewalk of her neighborhood, enjoying the warm springtime sunlight that beamed down through the clear blue skies above. Almost every house she passed had short clean-cut green grass, with the occasional trees or flowers spread throughout. There was a slight breeze too, the cool air feeling great as it caressed exposed skin. Her tummy rumbled as it was still processing a very recent meal, leaving Pinkie feeling quite full and satisfied.
She wore one of her favorite spring/summertime outfits, a casual set of clothes which she often wore to school. A simple white t-shirt, plain white socks, pink sneakers, and a light pink and puffy skirt. If one were to be in the right place at the right time as a gust of wind blew past her, they might even be lucky enough to catch a quick glimpse of the pink cotton panties she had on underneath, a cute kitten design on the back.
The sound of children playing drew Pinkie's attention down from the sky as she spotted a group of 4 young boys playing ball in someone's front lawn. As she passed by, one of the boys noticed her and waved enthusiastically. Pinkie smiled and returned the gesture, recognizing him from one of her babysitting jobs. Eventually, the boy returned his gaze to the game that was being played and Pinkie got back to her walk.
A few minutes later found her walking around one of the many culdesacs spread around the neighborhood, still without a care in the world. That is until she was interrupted by a slight pressure making itself known in her lower gut. She stopped and rubbed her stomach.
"Whew, looks like somebody's gotta go!" She said with a giggle. "And that somebody is me!"
Looking around, there didn't appear to be anyone around except for a dog that was watching her through the backyard fence of one of the houses. She gave it a playful wave, making a mental note to bring along some treats next time she was on one of her walks. But she didn't have time go home and get some right now. She had something she needed to do first.
"Well, I guess I could go and say hi..." She murmured before suddenly realizing just how secluded this particular backyard area appeared to be.
This culdesac was at the edge of the neighborhood, with nothing but trees and wilderness for miles behind it. In fact, the only way anyone might be able to see the backyard of the house was from where she stood right now. It was perfect! Making one last check first, she skipped across the lawn of the house the backyard belonged to, going around the side and walking up to the fence.
The dog met her on the other side, it's tail waggling excitedly in hopes of having someone new to play with. It had brown fur, big floppy ears, and clear blue eyes. Looking at the back of the house, she realized there weren't any windows, just a small door that leads into the house. She contemplated jumping the fence to play with the dog a little, but eventually decided against it. Should someone suddenly come outside, she'd inevitably be seen.
"Im sorry doggy, I can't play today, but I promise to bring you some delicious treats the next time Im around!" She consoled the dog, though it didn't seem to fully understand.
Another grumbling in her stomach reminded Pinkie of the reason she was here. The pressure was heavier now, prodding at her backdoor. Looking around, she spotted a big tree a few feet from the back fence. Going around, the dog followed her from behind the fence as she walked up to the tree.
After quickly inspecting it to make sure that it wasn't infested with insects or something, she leaned up against it. Bending down as her chest pressed up against the bark, she stuck out her butt, unintentionally giving the dog a full view up her skirt. It didn't seem to take much notice though, blissfully unaware of how few others had had the same opportunity it currently did.
Now in position, Pinkie bit her bottom lip in excitement as she prepared for what she had come here for. Her body seemed to recognize the pose, signaling yet another surge of pressure. Eyes scrunching shut, she grunted softly and started pushing as hard as she could. For a moment nothing seemed to be happening until a tiny bump appeared in the seat of her panties, right in the middle of the kitten's face.
The tiny bump grew quickly, pushing the fabric further and further out. A faint crackling accompanied it as the protrusion stretched the pair of panties to their limit. Eventually, the effort became too much for the log to withstand, causing it to bend and fall as more of it slithered out. It bundled up underneath Pinkie's now slightly smeared butt cheeks, resulting in a very obvious bumpy bulge that was still swelling in size.
By now Pinkie's breathing had become labored and heavy as she kept up the pressure on her bowels. Her face was flushed red, but not from embarrassment or her straining, but from relief and even a hint of arousal. The feelings she felt as she filled her panties with a massive load were astonishing, and the fact that she was doing it in public only multiplied the sensations.
Though she wished her log would last for an eternity, it finally came to end as it tapered and snapped off. As the last of it slithering out from her slightly agape anus, it coiled up over the mass that was already weighing down her panties. Taking a moment to collect herself as she remained braced against the tree, her legs spread apart, Pinkie finally opened her eyes.
"W-whew, that was a doozy~" She sighed with a tired chuckle. Glancing back she discovered that the dog had at some point lost interest, now lying down by the fence nearest to her. It had little care that the girl it wanted to play with had just purposefully shit herself right in front of it.
Reaching down, Pinkie used one hand to pull up the back of her skirt, allowing her the slightest glimpse at the bulge in her panties. Not satisfied, she had an idea. Taking a step back, she stood up fully. A shiver rolled down her spine as the mass in her underwear shifted. Bending her knees slightly, she bent her torso, looking down between her legs. There she had a much better view of the massive hanging bulge she'd been hoping to see. The fabric was now stained a light brown color, a dead giveaway for the naughty thing she'd just done.
A gitty excitement found root in her crotch, a spark of arousal tempting her to start touching herself. She very nearly gave in to her desire too but was able to stop herself in time.
"Ah, ah, ah Pinkie. You can't do that yet~" Pinkie playfully scolded herself. "Bad girls who go poopie in their big girl panties don't get to do that until they get home." She said, giggling at her own childish wording.
Standing up straight once again, she reached back and flattened down her skirt. From what she could tell, the bulge thankfully didn't extend far enough to be easily noticed. With a final wave to the dog, Pinkie walked happily back to the road, an ever so slight waddle to her steps.
Even as she made her way back home following her little 'accident', she still found herself enjoying the peaceful neighboorhood scenery, basking in the sunshine and enjoying the cloudless sky. Yet, all the while, a sense of excitement remained within her mind. The knowledge that every house, jogger, and family she would pass on the way home were clueless of the very naughty thing she'd done. Going on with their day, oblivious that the girl they'd just passed had a massive pile of poop resting in her panties.
As she neared home, Pinkie found herself approaching the same group of boys she'd seen before, now appearing to be in a heated argument over the rules of their game. The very same boy who'd waved to her before turned away from the argument as he noticed her approaching. Once again the two exchanged waves, though he found it a bit odd that she was blushing so fiercely.
As she passed by, he started to turn back to his friends, only to pause as he caught a whiff of a stinky smell in the air. Turning back, he was just in time to see Pinkie Pie skipping away over a small hill. Though it was only for a moment, he could have sworn the smell seemed to come directly from her.
'Did she fart or something' He wondered. 'No, of course not. Pretty girls like her would never do something as gross as that.' He eventually decided. With a shrug, he turned back to his friends who seemed to be finally coming to an agreement.
"Okay, you can play on his team..." One of them began. "But only if we get to call you the stinky pants poopers!" He declared triumphantly, descending into a fit of laughter. As one might expect, that did not go over well...