Stuck Zipper

The large chocolate shake she'd eaten just an hour and a half ago was not sitting well with Lacey Sprang. The beautiful eighteen year old pulled her 1998 Saturn into the mall's parking lot and cut the engine, pulling the hand brake into place at the same time. She opened the door and headed at a brisk pace toward the towering mall.
She failed to notice the many lustful glances thrown her way by the guys walking the lot, but their leers were something she'd come to expect. She was short and had a dark Hispanic complexion. Her hair was jet black and her body was thin and curved in all the right places. She was wearing tight bluejeans and a white t-shirt and a pair of white satin panties with pink floral designs printed all over them covered her from underneath. These panties she desperately wanted to keep clean, but the growing ache in her lower bowel was constantly increasing and she felt her chances slipping away.

She strode into the mall keeping the same determined and brisk pace. She'd never been to this mall, and it was rather small with only one story. But, it was packed with stores and shoppers alike. Potted plants adorned the complex all over. A hexagon of benches with the sixth side missing was formed in the center of the expanse, a booth containing a map of the mall stood in the middle of the hex.
She walked to the map and found the "YOU ARE HERE" marker. She scanned the glowing panel for the restrooms, hoping to find them amidst the myriad of symbols and colors staring back at her. Perhaps stopping was her biggest mistake. With her body now relaxed, her brain focused more on the messages sent to it by the bowels. They demanded release and the loud wet gurgling that emitted from the pit of Lacey's stomach could only be described as menacing.

The pressure in her butt grew with the pain in her abdomen and Lacey began to shift weight between her legs. Finally, she found the restrooms on the map. They were located near the food court and she began a hurried walk towards relief.

The walk was pure hell. Her body betrayed her several times, releasing wet, bubbly farts that drew stares as she walked. She remained slightly hunched, and one hand rested on her stomach. Any onlooker could have easily guessed her situation. She finally reached the bathrooms and nearly cried with joy when she found the ladies room empty.

She dashed to the nearest stall and without even locking the door, unbuttoned her jeans and tugged on her zipper. It held fast and her heart sank. The toilet was right in front of her and her muscles, expecting to be loosened, had began to relax and controlling herself was becoming a nearly impossible task. Lacey yanked on the zipper, swearing to herself and trying to keep her tears in check. Her butt cheeks clenched tightly together, but it seemed a useless thing indeed. In desperation she tried pulling the pants down while still zipped, but they hugged to tightly to her hips and wouldn't budge.

That's when she realized that she was going to shit herself. It came as a random thought, but she knew it was true. It was too late, her damn zipper was jammed and there was nothing she could do but let it go in her pants. So, with a resigned sigh and a final pull at her zipper, Lacey relaxed.

A flood of hot mush shot into the seat of her pants, smashing up against her buttocks and running through her leg holes and down the insides of her thighs. This was followed by a quart of liquid diarrhea that came spilling from her anus and ran down her legs like a river. In her state of dumbfoundedness, Lacey's bladder released and a geyser of urine followed her feces to the floor.

That's when her zipper came undone. Laughing and crying at the same time, Lacey did her best to clean herself up. Her pants were ruined and horribly stained and the stares turned to laughter as she strode, humiliated, through the mall and headed home.