“Wh..what do you want?”, she whispered. She just wanted to get out of there. Maybe the awful feeling in her tummy would subside if all this was over quickly. The guy laughed, but he looked nasty. “Give us that”, he said, pointing to her handbag. Trembling, Sara started to take the strap off her shoulder. Impatiently, he leant forward to grab the handbag. Frightened by the sudden movement, she felt a sharp spasm in her lower belly. Knowing what was about to happen, Sara had the presence of mind to squeeze her bumcheeks together. She didn’t care how silly she might look- she really didn’t want to poo her pants. The guy behind her shoved her, trying to get her off-balance, and Sara was forced to change position. Suddenly, she felt a warm, sticky sensation around her bottom, and she knew disaster was about to strike. She was doing it in her pants! She could feel a huge pressure in her bowels, and it hurt too much to keep it all in. She was pooing her pants right in front of these guys! As she gave in, she felt her knickers balloon outwards, and then fall back, hanging between her legs. It was pouring out, a semi-solid gush of poo, filling the seat of her knickers and working its way up front. By this time, the guys had grabbed her bag. Hampered by the mess in her pants, Sara made a half-hearted lunge towards them and gave up. One of them looked at her strangely, sniffed the air, and then they were off.
Sara just stood there forlornly in her pooed pants, not knowing what to do. She was trembling, completely shaken by this turn of events. She was a mass of mixed emotions. Frightened, but relieved that she was essentially unhurt. Angry- she’d just lost all her money- but pathetically glad they hadn’t got her travelcard, which she’d put in her coat pocket.