Bad poop accident – desperate girl

August 15, 2014 by frodobaggins  2 Replies

I’ve never really done anything on this website except from watching videos. Now I’ve recorded one myself, and I think I’m ready to tell about how I “got into” this… I have a couple of stories, because I’m quite an idiot when it comes to “go when I have to”.

For some reason, I’ve always been quite good at holding it in, if I had to pee or poop. The only bad thing about this is that at some point, I just NEED a bathroom RIGHT AWAY.
So, about four years ago, I went to this local bar with my friends as well as other young people from my town. There was a concert and we thought we were SO cool with our virgin drinks – the only drinks that were served this day. We was there for about 5 hours and everytime my friends went to the bathroom, I was like “nah, I can wait”. When it was time to go home, I felt a little something in my stomach, but I felt like I could wait. My friends mom picked me, her daughter and two other girls up to drive us home. She dropped the two girls off and we drove a little, when I suddenly felt a cramp in my stomach and I knew I had to go number 1 AND 2. I didn’t want an accident to happen in her car so I asked her to drop me off, because I needed some fresh air (had to walk 1,5 miles home) and she said “okay” and I said goodbye to my friend and started speed-walking home.

At this point, my left hand was… between my legs to hold back the pee and my right hand between my buttcheeks. I started running and I tried to think of a quiet spot where I could pull my pants down and poop, but there wasn’t any places like that. I knew my parents weren’t home, so I wouldn’t mind pooping outside the house, just don’t in the middle of the street. To make it all worse, a very close friend to my family who lives nearby stood there on the street and wanted to talk. I had to stop and I started panicking, cause I felt the poop starting to slip out in my underwear. I asked him if I could go to his bathroom and he said “of course” and i went in. When i rushed into his hallway i couldn’t hold it in anymore and started peeing and pooping, as I ran to the bathroom.

So, that was basically it… I didn’t even pull down my pants, I just stood there, when soft, mushy poop filled up my Victoria’s Secret hipsters. I didn’t think about taking off the dirty underwear, I just cleaned my legs and the floor with some toilet paper and tied my sweater around my waist to make it less obvious that I just messed myself. All I wanted was to go home. I told the man and his wife that my cousin was waiting to pick me up at home, and that I was running late from the bar-concert-thing with my friends.

So, the end, I guess… it felt so incredibly nice when I could finally relax and feel it all coming, but at the same time I felt disgusted with myself, as I walked home with the “bulge of shame” in my pants. I actually felt it coming out of the side of my hipsters, because it was so mushy and soft………

Hope you liked it… Leave a comment if you want to hear more of my accident stories.. btw. I had to throw away my FAVORITE pair of PINK undies 

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What Alan Had Always Longed to See bySeuler©

It was a groan that distracted Alan from his reading and drew his attention to the woman in her late twenties, several seats down from him, who was doubled over, clutching her abdomen. The train had just pulled away from Pollock station, and it was a long way to the next stop. He closed his book without marking his place and put it away in his backpack.

The woman got up. She wore a white t-shirt tucked into tight, dark blue jeans. She had a jacket slung over one arm and a bottle of Gatorade in one hand. Her shoulder-length black hair was done up in a ponytail secured with a bright red band. Slender, she had meagre breasts, hips and buttocks.

Half-crouching, she shuffled down the carriage, past Alan, to the doors, where she stood bobbing up and down with her thighs pressed together, looking longingly through the windows.

The man across from Alan pulled his jacket over his nose. Alan's heartbeat quickened. His cheeks grew hot. He felt dizzy. He pulled out his mobile and began recording.

"Come on, driver!" said the lady beside Alan. "Open the door!"

A lady across the aisle giggled.

The woman unscrewed the cap on her Gatorade and took a sip. She shuffled back the way she had come, disappearing from view on Alan's mobile. He continued to hold the phone up in front of him, however, pretending to press buttons as though he were texting or browsing.

"Oh, come on!" muttered the man with his jacket over his nose as the woman came back into view, singing softly to herself. She stopped in front of the doors, swigged her Gatorade and then shuffled out of view again.

"Oh my God!" said the lady beside Alan. "Foooo!"

People began to get up and move towards the doors. The train slowed. The lady beside Alan started laughing. The woman reappeared. Reaching the doors, she turned and began to head back down the corridor. But as she passed Alan, the lady beside him laughed harder.

"It's not even funny!" the woman called over her shoulder, still shuffling ahead. "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"

"Uh, I don't know."

The train stopped. The woman got off. Alan stopped recording. He spent the rest of the journey with his backpack on his lap.

That night Alan watched the footage on his laptop. He sat at his desk with his jeans and briefs round his ankles. He began rubbing himself.

You just crapped yourself on a train full of people. You tried to hold it in but you couldn't. And now you don't know what to do, so you walk up and down the aisle, spreading your stench over the whole carriage. Why aren't you crying? Why did you do it? Were you drunk? You didn't seem to be. Did you have diarrhoea? Do you have IBS? What will your husband say when you get home? There isn't a stain on your jeans; they're too dark. Why couldn't you be wearing white slacks? I bet you have white panties underneath. With a big brown stain in the crotch and up the seat. I'm using my X-ray vision. Yes, I can see your panties filled with shit like mud, like melted chocolate. You're leaking into them slowly, trying to hold back. People know what you've done; they're laughing at you; you'll never live this down. How will you explain this to your boyfriend? You walk in the door crying and say, "Honey, I had a bad day, I shit myself on the train"; and he hugs you and pats your back and says, "That's all right, accidents happen."

The footage ended.

What happened when you got off the train? I bet you couldn't hold it all the way home. I bet you let the rest of it out as soon as you stepped onto the platform. Or perhaps you got home and lost it just metres away from the toilet. No. You would've gone straight to the public toilets at the station and cleaned yourself up. Dammit, Alan, you should've got off when she did and followed her.

He pressed replay.

You're looking at the doors thinking Please let me out! when your sphincter finally weakens and you start pooing yourself for the first time since you were toilet trained. You regain a little control over your bowels and manage to hold some of it in but the damage has been done and any moment you could lose control and have diarrhoea running down your legs into your shoes onto the floor. Does anyone else know what I've done? Please, God! Perhaps if I keep moving, keep hopping from foot to foot it'll help me hold it. Clench your buttocks, press your thighs together, not that it'll do much good now, you dirty bitch. How did it all begin? You were just sitting on the train on your way home from work minding your own business when you got the sudden overwhelming urge to poop. The train had only just pulled away from a station, so you missed your chance to get off there and it's a long way to the next stop; you're not sure if you can make it but you have to. You're in so much pain you have to get up. You're not a sexy woman but you're a plain woman, an ordinary woman; this can happen to anyone. You start moving to ease the pain; you wait by the door so that when it opens you can be the first to get off. Please just stop and let me out! Oh, no!

SPURT

This isn't happening

SPURT

I'm a grown woman

SPURT SPURT

I've got kid's I'm trying to potty train and this is the example I set them

SPURT SPURT SPURT SPURTSPURTSPURTSPURTSPURT

My husband's going to beat me when I get home cause I'm such a dirty whore

"Haaaah!" Alan leant back in his chair. He had many panty-pooping videos on his computer, with hot models who couldn't act having staged accidents and crying with embarrassment. But this video was better. It was real. And reality is better than fantasy.

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PEE AND POOP

Poop desperation & pee in jeans story
 

story from Female desperation to pee site - ineed2pee

It's Black Friday today, also known as the busiest shopping day of the year in the USA, which means amazing sales and deals throughout all the malls. I've been looking forward to this day for a long time and so have my college girlfriends, plus we can get all our Christmas shopping done in one shot and still have money left over for some new clothes! The dorm was busy as all the girls were trying to get ready to leave for the mall first thing in the morning. I had made a huge pot of coffee for the three of us carpooling that morning, Sara, Candi & I. I was so sleepy that I had to drink two large cups of coffee and started to get ready. I chose a cute yellow fitted t-shirt, a short sleeved terry hoodie in white and then my favorite pair of tight blue Wrangler jeans that are a "skinny" jeans fit, meaning they tapered at the ankles that are in style now & make me feel really sexy. Candi also wore her skinny jeans in grey and Sara wore white athletic pants. I put on my black boots & tucked the jeans into them. I wanted to use the washroom for one last pee but our other roomate Nina was taking a shower and locked the door. Screw it, I don't want to be late for the sales so Candi, Sara & I grabbed our purses and rushed out the door. I could already feel that my bladder was quite full from the coffee but the mall isn't terribly far, maybe 20 minutes to get there? I called shotgun and sat in the front while Candi drove. I drank some of Candi's bottled water since you're supposed to drink 6-8 glasses of water a day to keep healthy right? On the drive we talked about what we were going to buy our families for Christmas and what we wanted to buy for ourselves too. My jeans were so tight that it was hard to sit upright so I have to sit kind of leaning back, plus my bladder was filling up fast during the drive, I wish Candi would drive faster but she drives like a cautious old granny. Closer to the mall I look over and notice Candi rubbing her stomach and looking worried. "Are you feeling ok?" I ask. "Not really, my stomach hurts and it's making weird grumbling noises" she replied as she kept rubbing & driving. "Oh my god, it feels like I have to poop soon, you know when your lower tummy feels achy?" All of a sudden Candi lets out a huge fart and looks horrified. PeeYew! It quickly stunk up the whole car and I had to roll down my windows; it definately wasn't a normal fart, it smelled very ripe and like bad poop. "HAHA, did you just shit your jeans Candi?" I said. Candi did not look happy at all & her worried look slowly turned to horror, " Shit, I think I really need to poo right now! My stomach really really hurts now." " Ok, we're almost there, just pull into the upper parking lot, there's usually more spaces there." But I was dead wrong, the parking lot was PACKED full of early morning shoppa-holics wanting to get a deal. We coudn't see any available parking spaces nearby, or at all. My bladder was very full at this point and my leather belt was pushing into my bladder making the depseration even worse. i gave my bladder a quick nudge and it was VERY full. I cupped it with my hand and crossed my legs, hoping that my friends weren't noticing my dilemma & concern. We circled the parking lot for about 10 minutes trying to find a spot but we eventually had to go to the far parking lot and found one space open and it was NOT close to the mall, we'd have to walk the distance of both parking lots before getting into the mall doors. As Candi pulled into the space she was starting to sweat and breath heavily in short quick beaths with a very worried look on her face. "Are you going to make it?" " I better make it, I really need to shit, my stomach has never hurt this much before. I bet it's your horrible Sloppy Joes that youcooked last night!" she joked. " NO way! I don't need to shit, but I do kind of have to pee" I admitted while still cupping my poor bladder.

As I got out of the car the need to pee got worse when I stood up, a LOT WORSE as I had to quickly press my thighs together (just in case). As we were walking towards the mall entrance Candi suddenly stopped in her tracks and placed her hand on her butt "Oh no, please don't let me shit my jeans right here! I've got to keep it in..." "Oh dear, do you have diarrhea or just a regular poop?" I inquired. Candi had her eyes squinted shut and biting her lower lip " I have diarrhea... some almost came out in my panties just now and it feels like my bowels are doing cartwheels in my tummy. I think I have to fart too but I can't tell if it's just a fart or if it's more than that." I knew the feeling well as I've had diarrhea attacks before, always at the worst times like at work or in public, which is horrible since everyone else in the public bathroom can hear your runny poop splashing out of you. " It's ok, just keep holding on Candi! If it makes you feel any better I really have to fucking pee. I almost pissed my tight jeans getting out of the car" I held her right arm as I comforted her, but I had to cross my denim clad legs tightly breathe deeply and slowly to try and calm my bladder. I pulled Candi forward to get her walking again, "you'll make it, the bathrooms aren't too far in the mall..." I really didn't know, but I just said that to make her feel better. Candi straigtened up and walked slow baby steps towards the doors; I felt better since small baby steps was all I could manage as well, I didn't want ot jiggle my bladder too much since it felt like my piss was right on the edge of escaping into my panties. I grabbed my belt and pulled my skintight jeans up tightly around my crotch, hoping that the extra pressure there would stop any pee from leaking out, and also so my belt wasn't pushing into my overfull bladder. We finally reached the doors and Candi was looking very pained but we went inside. Nina trailed along watching us in amusement and yapping about shopping still. The mall map was right inside the doors so we crowded around it to try and find the bathrooms, I had to keep my legs tightly crossed while we looked depserately. "There it is!" Nina pointed at the universal man/woman bathroom signs, "it's right by the food court upstairs." We all groaned since it was all the way down the length of the mall and then up the escalators and my poor bladder was going to burst! We must have looked like quite a site, I've got my skintight 80's jeans pulled up tight which I'm sure gave me a cameltoe and Candi was walking beside me with one hand rubbing her tummy and another hand holding the back of her jeans waitband while hobbling half bent over. We were both taking small light steps as not to jiggle our bladder and bowels too much. Halfway down the mall a spurt of hot piss squirted out before I knew what happened and I gasped while stopping dead in my tracks and pulling my waist band up tight to stop the flow. I could feel the spurt wet my white cotton panties at the crotch. "oh shit, help help, I just pissed a bit. I'm serious, I almost totally peed my jeans just now." I looked around and a few girls walking by noticed me and giggled. "Is there a wet spot on my crotch?" Candi looked down and her mouth formed an "O". "yeah, it's not too bad though, just keep your legs tight together and you can't notice it." I was nervous about continueing to walk further since I didn't want any more piss to come out but I realised we weren't getting to the bathrooms any faster by standing there. Every step I took forward made my bladder jiggle, it took a lot of concentration and clenching my muscles to not let any more pee out. At that point I had one hand cupping my bladder and the other hand was holding my purse in front of me so people wouldn't notice my wet crotch on my light blue skintight jeans. We made it to the escalators and Candi stood in front of me. I noticed her tight jeans were pulled up all the way, kind of going up between her ass cheeks and giving her a very visible panty line. I also noticed that she was clenching and unclenching her ass cheeks very rapidly, I guess she was doing all she could to hold in her liquid diarrhea not to mess her pants. The mall was packed and people were moving quickly passed us. As I stepped off the escalator another spurt of piss came out, I was so unprepared for it that I stumbled on the last step as I reached down to grab my crotc to stop it. This spurt was a lot larger since I was slow to stop it and I could feel the hot liquid soaking through my jeans crotch, making a wet spot a couple of inches around. Candi was in front of me yelling at me to hurry up; she was standing straight up with one hand hovering over her butt. " Fuck, slow down! I almost lost it right here!" as I rushed over to join her. As we were trying our best to get to the toilets Candi confided " I almost shit my jeans on the escalator. My bowels are convulsing and it really hurts. I can feel the liquid poop right at the opening, like right now!!! I can't shit my jeans here, I'll die!" I could feel more piss leaking out into my panties and jeans but I kept walking in tight steps and pulled up jeans seams up tightly as I could. The faint aroma of pent up piss wafted up to my nostrils & I groaned. We stumbled through the doors of the Ladies bathroom & to our shock and horror there was a small line up of about 6 people for 3 stalls. Candi stopped dead again and I heard a small squeeker of a fart escape from her. She immediately pressed her hand to her butt with a pained look on her face, "Oh shit, I think a little bit just came out in my panties, it feels wet between my butt cheeks!!" I could smell a faint trace of what seemed to be nasty diarrhea fart or maybe Candi really did shit herself I little bit, how embaressing! At least I don't have bad diarrhea now, I'd be so upset I'd cry.

"Go ahead of me, you have to go worse than me!" I said. By that time it was only 4 people left, but there was a mother with a young girl and two seniors ahead of us and they usually take a longer time than say, Candi, who's shit would no doubtedly explode & stream loundly into the toilet water the second her ass cheeks touched the toilet seat. At this point I was unashamedly grabbing my waistband both front and back and pulling them up to reveal my piss soaked cameltoe crotch while crossing my legs right over tightly while bending slightly forward, I didn't care anymore, it was just ladies in the bathroom & I'd rather look stupid now and walk out with dry jeans than loose control and half to walk out with soaking wet jeans. The aniticipation of the toilets so close was making my bladder convulse, constrict and relax all at once. I'm sure a lot of it is mental, knowing that very soon I could relax all my muscles and let it all out with a big sigh. The next girl to go into a stall was our age and apparently extremely desperate as well; she was wearing tight white jeans & I could see her panty line through it. She was very fidgetty and kept hopping from one foot to another while keeping one hand in front of her crotch. Finally an old lady hobbled out of a stall slowly, fumbling with her packages & purse. The girl our age in white jeans gasped and dove forward into the stall, slamming the door behind her. I could see her purse & bags fall to the floor under the doorway and within seconds I could hear her pee gushing loudly into the toilet, making quite a splash! She was sighing loudly and almost panting with relief as it hissed out of her; she must've been holding it for a long time too! The noise of her pee hitting the toilet must have relaxed my mind and bladder, all of a sudden my breathing quickened and I felt dizzy, my bladder was squeezing itself and my hot pent up pee started streaming out!! My denim jeans were pulled up so tightly to my crotch that the powerful stream of piss gushed right through my thin panties and straight through the seams & crotch of my jeans instead of running down my legs. I looked down & could see the stream coming out from the crotch and then soaking around the denim quickly. I gasped loudly, my heart beating a mile a minute and closed my eyes in shame as the yellow liquid streamed down my legs, soaking all the way down my skintight jeans and filling my high heel boots, I couldn't stop it, it just kept coming and coming out like a waterfall, my bladder just squeezing it all out." No No No, it's coming out!! I can't stop it!" It felt like I stood there for a full minute soaking my jeans fully & when I opened my eyes I saw three women coming out of the stall simutaneously and looking at me in shock while I stood there in my pissed in jeans and a puddle of urine at my feet. Candi pushed past me as soon as she saw the empty stall, struggling to pull down her skin tight jeans as she stood in front of the toilet with one hand & the other hand was still holding her butt cheeks together. She couldn't even close & lock the bathroom door before she wiggled her denim down far enough to start sitting on the toilet. I swear, the second her ass hit the toilets I could hear her liquid poop streaming out with wet farts and hitting the toilet water below. Candi gasped and clutched her stomach but the look of relief on her face was priceless. She sat there releasing wet diarrhea mixed with loud wet farts "ppplllbbt!! splash, plop plop" for what seemed like eternity. I looked over at the counter mirrors and saw that my nice light blue Wranglers were now dark blue from the hips down, both front and back, they were totally soaking wet & smelly! Candi exclaimed as she was wiping her rear end "fuck! there is some shit on my panties, some of it did come out!" There was a big smear of liquid poo in her nice white cotton panties and she tried her best to use toilet paper to wipe it up, but it just made it smear more & made the stain bigger. Candi pulled her dirty panties on and wiggled her hips to pull up her skin tight skinny jeans again. There was no evidence of her desperation unlike my predicatment. "Oh wow, I almost didn't make it there & shit my pants in front of the whole mall!! It was starting to slide out right before we got to the toilets but I stopped by clenching my cheeks together with all my might!" Candi explained. "At least you don't have to walk the mall with soaking wet jeans!! Hearing all the other girls peeing made me lost control and concentration and I couldn't stop it!" I started sobbing because this is so humilating! Despite my best efforts to keep my jeans dry, I lost and wet myself like a little girl. I could've avoided all this hassle and embaressment by just pulling down my jeans in the parking lot and peeing behind a car!

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Project Poop

When I was a senior in high school, all seniors were to do a senior project. That consisted of choosing a topic and doing volunteer work that has to do with your topic. So I chose The American Red Cross. I was going to be going to a blood drive for my volunteer work. I was a very nervous person and pretty shy. I had to drive 45 minutes to the Red Cross center. Once I got there, the lady brought me to my station and showed me what I would be doing throughout the day. I was told to cross the donors names off the list once they donated and to serve them snacks and drinks after they were finished. She then left me alone and went off to her office. I started to feel like i had to poop when i realized I had no idea where the restrooms were. I was too scared to leave my job and go find a restroom so I just st! arted farting and hoping the pains would go away. Then finally I knew if i farted one more time that shit would pour out instead of a fart. After clenching the cheeks for a while, I couldn’t hold it anymore so I decided to fart and hope for the best. BAM, warm oozing shit slowly comes out of my ass. I was wearing tight jeans and knew it would show through. As soon as that happened, that lady came back in to check on me along with a few other people that she was introducing me to. It smelled like nasty poop in that room. I can tell they smelled it and they most likely knew it was me that stunk. I tried to keep my back against the wall so they didn’t see the poop spot on my butt. As they were talking to me, more shit kept coming out and there was no way to stop it. Of course a donor then wanted a snack so i HAD to go serve him one. They left the room not long after that and I could hear them whispering to each other. Most likely about what they had just witnessed. Not too muc! h longer the lady came back in and said i was able to go and w! as done for the day. I was so happy and as i walked out i saw there was a restroom right down the hall. I went right in there and looked at the damage i did. There was liquid poop in my panties and my jeans. I took off my panties and threw them in the trash can, cleaned up my jeans and hurried to the car. The whole way home I was relieved to be free but also embarrassed knowing I still have to go back there another day to volunteer again.

Originally posted 2011-10-04 01:09:21.

One Night Stool

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

It was the night of a friend’s 21st birthday party, and so naturally my plan was to drink vast amounts and get suitably inebriated. All was going well at the house, and I enjoyed more than one cup of punch; unaware of the punch to my bowels and reputation that I would later receive. As the night progressed and I continued to drink, I started to talk to a girl, and we hit it off. The next thing I remember we’re making out in the hall way: life is good. Life got better when I offered to walk her home and she agreed, I was in, score, back o’ the net, in the bag. It seemed that my banter hadn’t got all up in her grill but had in fact worked for her, offered a lot, and subsequently brought much to the table. I have to be honest at this point in the story and confess that my memory ends here, however! the events that followed were relayed to me the next day. When I entered said female’s premises I did of course, shit myself. Sources say I then proceeded to ring a close friend and have the following converstion:

“Friend, I’ve just pooped myself”
“What do you want me to do about it? Just go and clean yourself up”
“But it’s so runny”

I must point out that when saying the last sentence, I was in fact weeping. Yes I was crying from both ends: face and anus.
That is where my night ended. But not my humiliation. Three days later (while, I might add, my pooey pants were still under my bed) I then sent this text (sober) to the female in question:

“Hello Mrs. X!” I just found out that I musta pooped myself at your house on sat. I had an inkling, but I wasn’t sure. Anyway, I fully apoolagise and I hope I haven’t mentally scarred you forever! Really sorry x”

Yes, I said ‘apoolagised.’ And yes she didn’t actually know I’d shat myself until I sent that apology. Livid.

Originally posted 2011-09-29 02:01:43.

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First of many "lost" stories from a long gone efro forum

Digging deep in my archive on my hard drive, and found this from Joy Angeles' former forum. The first of two is from this user:

loadlogger



When i was in 8th grade i was over at my friend's house after school and his sister Jackie who was in 11th or 
12th grade came home from high school and went past us into the bathroom downstairs at the end of the long 
hallway and shut the door. She was pretty and tall blonde with nice tits and long legs and she was wearing tight 
jeans and boots and i remember how good her butt looked in that get-up. When she was still in there after 4-5 
minutes i started to get my hopes up thinking she might be taking a shit. My friend was watching tv so i made like 
i was going to the kitchen and then snuck down the hall towards the bathroom and and when i got about 8-10 
feet from the door i smelled it. It was such a rich, nasty yet lovely stink and it was filtering through the crack of
the locked bathroom door. Close to the door the stink was absolutely amazing and so intense it was like the poor 
door was practically bursting at its hinges to keep it contained. I tried to listen but i couldn't hear anything inside, 
I could only smell that smell and between that and thinking about her butt, my 14-year old dick got as hard as it 
could get. I went back to the living room because i didn't want my friend to know i was getting turned on smelling 
his hot sister's shit which i guess he was used to and thought nothing about it. When she flushed and came out
she went into her room, and i went to go to the bathroom but the smell had already wafted all the way down the 
hallway and stunk up the kitchen as well. A huge, stinky, feminine shit smell had been unleashed from Hot Big 
Sister's butt. To this day whenever i see a leggy blonde in tight jeans and boots, remembering that experience 
still turns me on, 15 years later. It was like my EFRO holy grail because i have never really been able to duplicate 
it.

The second is from this user:

MeanMachine



Anyway I have a story about myself to come later, but anyway the other day I went to get my hair cut. And let me 
tell you the other lady who was cutting hair was about 20 and very hot. Well I was getting my hair cut and had 
blonde highlights put in... Well I was sitting there I seen her go into the bathroom through the mirror. Well then 
after about 10 minutes of the other lady cutting my hair I got hard because I realised she was taking a dump. 
Then she put the dye in there and I had to sit for 30 min. Well I turned myself around in that chair so I could see 
the bathroom door instead of through the mirror. Well she never came out while I was sitting there. Though after 
my hair was dyed, she washed it and then blow dried it. As she was putting jell in it, the lady came out. So I 
hurried up and went into the bathroom closing the door behind me. WOW!!! Man, it smelled horrible in there. I 
mean it smelled bad. Well! she must have taken a huge dump because besides the water being a brownish 
color, there was about 3 golf balls floating and a whole bunch of skid marks on the bowl. Well I went to sit and 
shit but there was no tp so I decided to wait. Man was that a mistake anyway I will post that story prob 
tomorrow. Take Care ya all 

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Being a 25 year old black grown woman I can’t understand why a grown woman would shit on herself on purpose and post on the internet, I for the first time in my life accidently shit on myself the other day outside in front of my neighbors a man and a woman, I thought I just had to fart but it came out wet, and I couldn’t hide it because it ran down my leg! and I had on white shorts at the time! so I had to tell them I just shit on myself by accident! and that was the most embarrasing moment of my life, it is still hard for me to face them everyday but I have to go on with my life, I always wonder if they ever told anybody, I’m a regular black woman cute and fine, and I always fart in public but that was the first time that happened now I go be careful farting in public around certain people, I’m just glad I was at my apt and not really out in public, I don’t know how I could of dealt with that! I remember when I was watching Flavor of love and that girl Somethin shit on herself on TV, I know she still have a problem dealing with that shit! now I’m sort of in the same situation, but at least I wasn’t on TV! thank God! But I took a shower and washed my panties out right away because I didn’t wont my boyfriend to find the panties in the dirty clothes or in the trash with shit stains in them, How could I explain that to him, I see shit stains in his draws all the time and I’m always getting on his ass! but I know he’s a man and they have them all the time so I didn’t wont him to find mine, that would of gave him a reason to get on me, although my case was different. I shit on myself, he on the other hand just can’t wipe his ass good! I know how to wipe my ass! I still will never show my picture on the internet! shitting yourself is nasty and I hate that happened but I would never do it on purpose! but shit happens! this is my story!

2ND APR 2014 | 5 NOTES

2ND APR 2014 | 16 NOTES

Ever since my divorce three years ago, I’ve never found the time (or money for that matter) for a holiday. The life of a single mum is one of work and then more work. But all that changed a few months back. I belong to various dating sites, but in truth find that most of the men are just interested in sex (nothing new there!) and feel that a single mum is probably a good score, as we don’t see that much action. I prefer masturbation to the hassle of a real cock ie it comes attatched to a man! In fact I really at the point where sex with a partner is just something I don’t think of.
Every day my email dings with new possibilities, all types of men and all types of messages. On the whole I look through them, but am pretty uninterested. But Martin did seem different. OK, I don’t really go by the photo, but he looked just like his description…tall, handsome and with a winning smile. His letter was short but warm. So I wrote back.
And now, three months later, here we are in Paris! Cafes, culture and lots of wonderful sex. I learned alot about myself and more importantly, about my limits. For instance, I’ve never liked being licked out or sucking cock. And I never allowed my husband to cum in my mouth (looking back, probably one of the many reasons we got divorced). But with Martin everything was different. He was so gentle and explained it all so logically. And boy was I glad of that. I couldn’t get enough of his tongue (and now with a finger up my butt at the same time!). And I loved feeling his hot jizz spurting into the back of my throat. He loved to see his cum and I was only to happy to oblige, rolling his cum around my mouth and letting it dribble out onto his hardening cock. Once in a restaurant, I jerked him off into my hand under the long table clothe, and then ate it. And some nights later, in a hot and crowded club, he sat me on his lap, and after fingering me, let his cock slide up my ass hole….I just had to move the smallest amount and then a few minutes later his cock spasmed and he shot a huge load into me.
On our last night, we were laying on the bed, flicking through the TV channels before we got ready to go out to dinner. He turned and kissed me and then asked me if I would do him a favour. He said that he was feeling a bit embarressed, but said that he had come to realize that this was important to him within a relationship. I was now a little more than curious. He gently explained that ever since he was small, he’d had a fetish for watching girls shit themselves. Errr…OK…I admit that I was a little shocked, but tried to hide my reation as I could see that this fetish was obviously very important to Martin. And then he asked if I would consider doing it for him.
Well, that’s not your everyday sort of question. And so I said “Yes”, but I must admit, I really thought that this was step too far. I guess that I was kinda falling in love and wanted to make him happy. Any how, I done so many new and what I before thought of as “dirty” things with Martin, that how was this really in any way different. So I decided to do it well!
I looked though my sexy underware untill I found a lovely whte lacy pair of panties. I went into the bathroom and chnged into these, plus a nice pushup bra and high heels. I did my hair and makeup. And I also did some tummy crunched to make sure that I could produce a big poop.
Opening the bathroom door, I walked across the room as sexily as possible, and within moments had his stiffening cock in my greedy mouth. At the same time I would break off sucking to tell him of the huge shit I was going to do for him. I could feel his excitment rising. Finally I got of the bed and walked back to the bathroom. With the door open, he could have a good view of the glass shower cubicle. I climbed in and then started the shower. I pushed my now wet arse up againgst the glass and moved it round and round. Bending forwards, I relaxed by butt and felt a huge load, a massive poop sliding out into my panties. I squashed it up against the glass and smeared it around. The smell was strong, but the feeling was fantastic. Suddenly the shower door was flung open and there was Martin thrusting his huge cock into my face before letting a massise stream of sperm shoot into my eager mouth. It just kept cumming and cumming. Finally, he just fell to the floor, with a huge smile on his face.
And now we are married! I shit for him all the time and he fills me with cum. I think this one’s a keeper!

25TH JUN 2013 | 43 NOTES

23RD JUN 2013 | 12 NOTES

      Well, let’s start by saying what needs to be said…my wife enjoys shitting herself! Enjoyment might be too lighter word for it, as she absolutely loves shitting her panties. Or stockings, pantyhose, jeans, Spandex fitness wear…you get the picture. When I ask as to why, she says that it is a combination of the forbidden, the shocking, and ultimately, the sheer pleasure of the sensation of pooping herself. She even tried to convince me to try. But push as I might, I just couldn’t do the poop in front of another person (and in truth I really didn’t want to!). In spite of what I have just written, the other day I had a kind of epiphany, and though I will not go as far as to say that I’m into this pantie pooping stuff, let’s just say that it is proving an interesting addition to our sex life.

   My wife and I married young. Back in those days, you didn’t have sex until the ring was placed on her finger, though we did of course fool around a little. Then we moved in together and so started our life as a couple. The funny thing was, that I was the one who was more shy. She was the first (and only) woman I’d ever been with. I remember the first time, I just couldn’t get it up, and yet I’d been jerking off at the very thought of this moment for the last God knows how many months. She was much more secure in herself and wanted to try everything. And boy, was I lucky…she was a natural! Now I had no idea that women like to be licked “down there” and so she set about educating me. At the same time she treated me to long, long blow jobs and loved me to spurt into her open mouth. She liked to have sex in public places where we might be discovered. In a way, you could say that she was the leader, the instigator in our sex life, and though I went along with this quite happily, at times I did feel as if my role as the male lead had been superseded  And I also think that she wanted me to be more in control, be more the ”man”, and dominate her a little.

   One afternoon a few days ago, I arrived home early and was greeted by an awful smell. A smell of shit! I thought that the toilet was blocked and backing up and tried to remember where I had put the number of the plumber. Up the stairs I went and into the toilet to check out the problem. But to my surprise, it was clean and flushed. The smell did seem stronger up here and appeared to be radiating from the bedroom. Pushing the door open, I was met with the sight of my wife lying on the bed, on her side, reading a magazine. She appeared very relaxed and was dressed in her nightie, and on seeing me, she looked up and smiled….one of those slightly naughty “come to bed” smiles. I was on the point of asking about the smell, when, as if to answer my unasked question, she rolled over onto her front, exposing her arse to me. There was a large bulge and some brown staining and then it dawned on me that she was the source, that she had shit her panties. Deliberately. Well, I was shocked. I just stood there, rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do or say. One thing I can tell you for sure, is that I felt NO sexual excitement at all. I must have looked appalled  As I turned to go, she quickly got off the bed and came over and grabbed my wrist, pulling me back into the room. She told me that pooping her panties was her most secret, and yet gave her the most exciting of feelings. Because it was such a no-no, something so dark and forbidden, and yet something so absolutely pleasurable, that she loved doing it. She told me that it was her “drug”. And then she asked if one day I’d like to watch and share.

    The thing is that I love my wife very much. I want her to be happy. And I am mature enough to know that we all have different degrees of enjoyment for different things. But…the thought of watching her shit herself turned my stomach. I couldn’t see how anyone could find pleasure in such a disgusting act, as I know that I certainly couldn’t. So I turned and ran down the stairs and out into the garden. After that unbearable smell, thank God for fresh air!  A few minutes later, and with a clearer head, I popped back inside and made us both a cup of tea. She had now cleaned herself up and we sat together and talked. She wasn’t upset with my reaction upstairs, telling me that it was just natural and normal when faced with something so, how can we say it, new. In the end we agreed that I would try and remain open and that we would introduce panty pooping into our sex life…but slowly. That evening I went on line to find out all I could about this fetish. It proved quite an eye opener for me. But, as I had promised, I was determined to see this through. 

     A couple of nights later we had returned from a friends party. We were both a little worse for wear. Of course, once in the bed, we both started feeling randy. Though I was in my pajamas  and she in a nightshirt and panties, we were soon touching, stroking and fingering. And then a fantastic slow blowjob. When I was good and ready, she turned herself onto her stomach and pushed a pillow under her belly to raise her lovely buttocks up for easier and deeper penetration. She was so wet and creamy that I slid in so easily, the sheer pleasure being almost overwhelming. I started to thrust gently in and out (she loves it when I pull all the way out very, very slowly and then thrust in violently). She reached around and started fondling my balls, and then grabbing the shaft of my cock, she pulled it out of her and offered it up to her ass hole. What an invitation! First time in my life doing anal. I stared as the head of my cock nussled up against her butt hole and then I pushed. Her hole seemed to resist me, and then suddenly it slipped inside. Such unbelievable hotness and tightness and within a few wonderful strokes, I was cumming. It was the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced and I must have cum gallons. In the end, exhausted and happy I withdrew my now flassid cock.

    And as I did so it was followed by a large dark brown shit. I gently fell onto my side on the bed and just watched as the poop got larger and larger until it weighted down her tight panties, making a huge, brown stained bulge. I must admit that it was really very erotic. I didn’t notice (or care) about the sudden smell, all I could do was just lay there and watch, fascinated. She groaned loudly and reaching behind herself, started to work her fingers around her sopping wet cunt. And then I started to feel myself getting hard again….something that hadn’t happened for many, many years! As my wife was keeping herself busy, I crept to the toilet and washed my cock which was now a raging erection. back into the bedroom and I positioned myself in front of her, and opening her eyes, she smiled at me, and then took my cock into her hungry mouth. looking down over her back, over to her buttocks  I could see the dark, wet bulge, moving as she worked her bust fingers. As her breathing quickened, I too felt the most amazing sensation and then a huge wad of sperm shot into her mouth, as she came, moaning and thrashing about. Cum oozed down her chin and then, looking my in the eye, she opened her mouth and then used her tongue to play with my load, before swallowing. I bent forwards and kissed her.

So, if there’s a moral to the story, it’s something about keeping the mind open….for no matter how negative you might feel about a certain sex act, you might just surprise yourself with the reality. I know that I did.

      

20TH JUN 2013 | 71 NOTES

16TH JUN 2013 | 13 NOTES

One month before I graduated high school I lived through the most embarrassing, shameful experience of my life. The day started just like any other. I got up in the morning, took a shower during which I contemplated masturbating but decided not to, got dressed, ate breakfast, and then left for school. I was a little gangling when I was growing up but by my final year I had grown into a very attractive girl. I stood 5’9” tall, weighed only 115lbs, and had developed nice perky breasts that the boys enjoyed quite a bit (I had even let a number of them feel me up during my senior year).

On that fateful and awful day I was wearing a short plaid skirt, a tight long sleeve shirt and a pair of sandals. Underneath my skirt I had on a pair of yellow cotton fullback panties. I like to keep it modest when I wear a short skirt to school in case anything goes terribly wrong. I live only a half mile from the school so I walk everyday with my backpack over my shoulders and my iPod playing.

The school day turned out to be like any other. Classes were mostly boring and all I could think about was what college was going to be like. I had already gotten into USC so I wasn’t concerned with doing particularly well in my classes. I figured that there was no way they were going to kick me out now, especially since my parents could afford to pay the tuition without taking any loans.

I stayed after school that day to hang out with my friends for a while. After an hour we all went our separate ways and I headed back to the school to go to the bathroom. I had needed to poop since lunch but I thought I could hold it until I got home. Now I knew I wouldn’t survive the half mile walk back home without going to the bathroom first. When I reached the door to the school I was dismayed to find it locked. I ran around to the front door and found that it too was locked.

Immediately I panicked. I didn’t think I could make it home without pooping my panties but if I wasted any more time looking for a bathroom and didn’t find one I definitely wouldn’t make it. I decided to go home and use the bathroom there. I briefly debated running but decided against it because it would loosen the muscles down there and I might slip up and let everything out. Instead I chose to walk home with my ass clenched so nothing could squeeze out. It would take twice as long but I thought it was the right decision.

Sadly, it turned out to be the wrong decision. When I was half way home I dropped a book I was carrying that hadn’t fit into my backpack. When I bent over to pick it up I loosened my anus and pooped my pants. Immediately I could feel the heat of my poop and it was distinctly unpleasant. I stood up straight and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. I couldn’t believe I had just lost control of myself like that! Now I was stuck with a poop in my pants and a white hot burning shame running through my body.

I had to walk even slower now so nothing would come out of my panties. I avoided the gazes of people walking by so they wouldn’t notice me but I couldn’t help but think that everyone knew what had happened to me. I felt so embarrassed to have done this; I would simply die if anyone saw. When I heard a voice calling from behind I froze up.

“Hey Jenna, wait for me.” The voice belonged to Ross, the kid who lived next door. We weren’t really friends but sometimes he walked home with me. “Hey Jenna, what’s up?” He said as he settled alongside me.

“Nothing Ross. I’m just going home.”

“Are you okay Jenna, you don’t look right?” He asked with a genuinely concerned tone.

Of course I wasn’t okay but I couldn’t very well tell him what had happened. I just wanted him to go away. I would have been fine if in that moment he had died. It’s certainly what I felt like doing. Instead we just walked the last quarter mile together chatting about nothing in particular. I waved goodbye as I walked up the steps to my house and I swear I heard him laughing. When I turned around he was looking up the street but my face burned hot with shame anyway.

The door to the house was unlocked, which meant my mother was home. I opened the door quietly in the hopes of getting upstairs and changing before she had a chance to corner me.

“Is that you Jenna?” I heard her call out. My heart sank. “Come into the kitchen and talk to me.”

There was no point in resisting my mother. If I had just bolted upstairs and changed quickly she would have been furious. You didn’t ignore her in this household. So I walked into the kitchen and right away she could see that something was wrong. “Jenna baby, what’s wrong? Did something happen at school?”

I tried my best to deny that anything was wrong by telling her that school was great, I was looking forward to graduating, etc so she would leave me alone. She didn’t buy any of it and soon enough she had worn me down. I broke down crying as I told her that I had pooped my pants while walking home from school. I told her of the painful and powerful shame that I felt and that I was sure everyone who saw me on my way home knew what had happened, including Ross.

My mother gave me a hug and told me that everything would be all right, just as mothers do. I changed into a new pair of panties and threw the old ones out and eventually I found myself getting over the shame of the day. Still, for the rest of the school year I was sure that Ross was laughing at me every time he saw me.

12TH JUN 2013 | 35 NOTES

11TH JUN 2013 | 17 NOTES

    Since having my baby (whose now a bouncy 7 months old) I decided to get myself back into shape. Though my husband has never commented on my extra kilos, well, I’m not the same girl he dated, and more than anything I’d like to get back into my old clothes. So off to the gym.

    I’m assigned a “trainer” who’ll show me how all the equipment works and also encourage me to reach my goals. And just like in one of those tacky women’s novels, he’s an absolute dish! When we are first introduced I feel myself blushing like a shy little girl. He has a lovely smile to go with that perfect body, and I can’t help but notice the outline of his cock through his spandex shorts. After we chat for a few minutes, I needed to excuse myself to go to the toilet as I felt the need for a poop. But once locked in the toilet cubicle, all I could think about was his cock, and so I sat down and fingered myself till I came. Wiped my pussy off, flushed the loo and off to work out. But maybe it would of been better to poop rather than masturbate….

     First we started on the mat doing some warm-up exercises, stretching and pulling. Bending forwards to touch my toes and I could feel a slight twinge in my stomach. But I’m enjoying this class so I let it pass. At one point, I’m learning to use the wall bars and he (the fucking fuck GOD!!) comes over and steadies me by gripping me around the waist. Jesus, I almost creamed my tights there and then. It’s been years since any man apart from my husband has laid a hand on me, and to feel his strong and manly arms supporting me is almost too much. I looked down and to my embarrassment saw that my nipples have hardened and are very noticeable jutting out from my tight sports shirt. I go to turn away, but we somehow muddle and my tit brushed against his hand. But he’s so professional and pretends not to notice, but gave me a reassuring smile.

    Now we have moved on to the weights. He’s showing me how to bench press and how to use the different weights for their relevant muscle groups. As he lifts up I can’t help but notice his shorts were pulling up and pulled tighter…and his cock appeared huge. I tried to look away, but in my mind a fantasy is already playing out, involving me on my knees slowly sucking his dick until I get a mouthful of creamy sperm. I focused to find that he is staring at me with a kinda naughty smile playing on his lips. I followed his gaze and see that his fixing on my camel toe, and realized that I probably have a wet patch there. But ever the gentleman, he says that I’m looking flushed and that maybe I should sit down and have a short rest. He signals for me to follow him into the office upstairs.

     Once there, he asked me to make myself comfortable on the sofa and turned to get me a glass of water. I felt a sudden pang of discomfort from my stomach, but before I had time to think on it, he’s returned holding out the glass for me. He sat down besides me and started telling me how I should go easy with exercising at the beginning. There were some fitness magazines on the table beside me and as he reached across me to take one, he accidentally knocked the glass of water in my hand and it splashed the front of my tee shirt. Looking down, I could see my tits clearly, with the nipples erect, and then my eyes are drawn to his cock, by now he’d got a massive erection. Flustered, he tried to dab my soaking shirt with his hankie, and as he does so, I push my tits out. My nipples, hard as nails, brushed against his palm, and at the same time I reached down and started stroking his cock.

     Within seconds he’s lifted up my top and started sucking my tits, and for my part I dropped my head and took his swollen cock into my wet mouth. After some moments, he then pushed me back so that I was lying on the sofa, and started rubbing my cunt through my panties, whilst I jerked his member with my outstretched hand. He seemed pretty good at this (I’m not so foolish as to believe that I’m the first girl to be on this sofa with him) and soon had found my clit and was gently squeezing and rubbing it. I could already feel that delicious feeling building inside. Looking across I could see the head of his cock was really huge and red. I decided to try and bring him off at the same time and so started rubbing him faster. He moaned (as did I!) and then he pushed my panties to one side and slid a couple of fingers into my wet and creamy cunt, whilst his thumb expertly worked on my clitoris. I lay on my side and started sucking him, running my tongue over the head and up and down the shaft. And then slowly taking it into my mouth. His cock started to twitch. I knew he was close. And so was I. Now his fingers were replace by his lovely tongue, working it’s way around my cunt lips and then inside, slurping on my creamy juices. And suddenly the orgasm came…strong and gushing. And at that very moment he decided to push a finger up my ass. Not a good idea!

    My muscles tightened and I tried to close my legs. With my other hand I reached down and gently pulled his finger from my ass and I remember thinking that there’s now no going back. A huge poop squeezed out and filled my panties. The shear weight of it was tugging on the waist of my panties. An acrid smell filled my nostrils and I felt the hotness of a fresh poop on my buttocks.Suddenly his cock throbbed strongly and a stream of hot jizz spurted into my mouth…and kept on cumming. Sperm spilled from my full mouth covering my jerking hand and his tight balls. He was gasping, his chest heaving and then he very gently kissed my sopping wet cunt. looking down his body from between my open legs, I could see the expression on his face as he stared at the bulge in my panties….a look of happiness and contentment!

      After we had cleaned up he told me that was the most exciting sex he had ever had. It was something “forbidden” that made it so hot. He also said that he loved finding panty pooping videos on the internet, but had never dared to ask a girl to actually poop for him. He then said that maybe we could come to some sort of arrangement whereby we could swap a weekly pantypooping session (no sex involved!) with my gym membership. Sounds good to me!

8TH JUN 2013 | 125 NOTES