Standing, waiting for the cashier, I was in a gas station. Ahead of me were three other people. An old man was currently checking out, taking awhile. The next was an older woman, mid 50s getting something the drink. Finally, directly ahead of me was a woman in her mid thirties. She had massive hips and an enormous ass. Her gray leggings hung a little low, showing of her ass Crack, and part of her pink thong. She was also wearing a tank top that was lime green. Her brown hair was in a messy bun.
Her huge ass wobbled as she stepped forward.
*ppfffrrrtt*
A small fart escaped her massive posterior. Her and I were the only ones to hear it. Though I faked my ignorance as she turned around to look and see if anyone noticed her gas. In moments though, a few of us were practically gagging on the horrific fumes. The older woman scrunched up her nose in disgust.
As this nasty woman continued to look around I could see her massive gut hanging over her leggings, stretching them. It wobbled and swayed as the fat and the remains of her food sloshed around.
*FFFBBLLAAARRRTTT*
This time, everyone heard it. The woman's fart shook her ass and the nearby area. I was in the unlucky position to see that it was wet enough to make a small stain on her pants. She must've looked back and saw me staring at the jiggling fat, because what next was disgusting.
*BBBRRAAAPPPTTT*
I watched as a bulged started to grow in her leggings, the gray turning brown quickly. She was literally shitting herself.
I looked up and a lot of people moved around, avoiding all eye contact with her. She looked back at me and smiled.
"HHHRRNNNGG" while making eye contact, she grunted.
*bbbllaarrtttt*
*ssqqqllcchhh*
The stink was unbelievable.
I was only expecting a small bulge of shit, but it was enormous. The growing mass of scat in her leggings was the size of a small child and still growing. That was when I noticed, pressing out, an impression of a bone in her leggings.
 I looked closer, *a skull?* I thought.
It wasn't an animal's but a humans. As I watched, the stretching fabric opened at the top, letting out steam and giving me a view of its contents. Long blonde hair scattered the poop, along with white chunks of what I presumed was bones.
Once the last bit of shit was pressed out into her soiled leggings, she stood straight again and walked to the counter. Her new loaded pants bouncing around. The putrid scent could kill a bird, but I was too focused on the view, curious.
Finally she looked at me and coughed as she was paying for her items.
"If you keep staring, you're next." She said firmly.
Her eyes glinted with annoyance, but she walked by me. Me, along with other curious customers watched as she went back out to her car. She sat in, her leggings an extra squishy form of padding.
The next week when I was at the same gas station, there was a missing persons photo hanging up. A young blonde with long hair. I could only assume that missing woman was now the soiled leggings of the callipygous woman.