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I woke up in the tent I was sleeping in and I suddenly had a urgent need to do a serious #2. I get out of the tent as quick as I could and rush to the nearest facility on the campground. I was most of my way there when it exploded. I had just filled my drawers and the diarrhea was going down my legs down into my shoes. I didn’t even have a change of clothes on me to change into. I go into the bathroom and try to clean the poop off myself. There were flies all over. I wasn’t finished with my pooping either. While I was wiping myself with toilet paper, more poop gushed out and much poop missed the toilet. Other people who were coming into the bathroom were gagging and going right back out.
I finally got to the point where I felt I had finished pooping. I did some more wiping up the poop off of me, but there was poop all over my socks, shorts, and underpants. So, I go back to the campsite. One of my relatives approached me saying he knew of my accident and it’s okay. He finds me some clean clothes, I strip of my poopy clothes and put on those clean clothes. I’m sure my family will never forget that dirty day.

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Posted by writer on January 12, 1998 at 10:19
Hello friends and fellow poopers,
I recently discovered your super site and have enjoyed
reading the postings each day since then. I love the free
and open sentiments and would like to join in. I've been
composing a little tale about my place of work. It's
fiction, of course, but there might just be a tiny element
of truth. I hope nobody will be offended if I begin ...
Margaret Jenkins is 39 years old, unmarried and unattached, serious and
respectable in her appearance, her behaviour, her job. She is a senior
executive in a firm of financial consultants, in charge of a department
of 40 staff. She has a habit that she has successfully kept secret, until
just the other day .....
At 4 p.m. last Friday Margaret Jenkins stood up from her desk, stepped out of
her office (as an executive she had a office of her own, with a window facing
out overlooking the park). There was about two hour's routine work needed
to complete the proposal, good going to finish it by the end of the week.
But there was something she had to do now, something urgent. She walked
down through the open-plan office and towards the ladies' restroom. "Yes",she
thought with satisfaction, "the laxative has done its job nicely. I might
not make it. Never mind, I'll have the restroom to myself now in case I have
an accident and have to clean up."
Not wishing to hurry unnecessarily, she stopped briefly at the water fountain
and wished a good weekend to one of the junior staff. Then realising her
need, wasted no more time. She just made it into the cubicle and threw the
bolt when the pressure in her bowels became too much for her to contain.
She got the hem of her skirt and underskirt up to her waist, out of harm's
way, but before she could get her knickers down it came.
"Sssssppppllllll....Ssssppplllluuu ...... Ssssppplllluuurrrrrr
Sssssppplllluuurrrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Four big dollops of soft, damp and very smelly pooh were fired out in
rapid succession from her anus, straight into the expensive, cream-coloured
satin knickers. As if in shock, Margaret sat down hard onto the seat, and
with that another partial load was expelled. The warm, soggy gunge squished
around inside her garment and oozed out from under the elastic and crept along
the top of her thighs towrds her stocking tops.
"Oh no, oh shit!," she said out loud, "my lovely new draws are ruined, and
all because I stopped for a few moments just outside. But what a feeling!
Wow, this is the best yet, it's about to make me come. Oh God, yes my cunt
already hot and wet, it's fantastic. I'll really enjoy this."
For the next few minutes Margaret squirmed and squirmed, mashing the brown
mess more and more, and wanked herself with a fury that she was sure would
beat anything a man could do as regards giving her satisfaction. Two fingers
of one hand were ramming frantically up her dripping cunt, while she was
pining her clit between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand.
"Oh yes, that's it! Fuck me, fuck me like that!!"
It took a while to calm herself, but she was prepared well enough. Carefelly
she removed her ruined panties. Then took out several paper
towels from her bag. She wiped her hands, and between her legs,
paying close attention to her stockings and shoes. Then put the panties in a
small resealable poly-bag, and the rest of the messy stuff into a larger one.
"Not too bad, apart from the stink in here noone would know."
But, when she emerged, she realised that she has not been alone in the
restroom after all. At the same time, the cubicle next to hers opened, and
a young blonde girl emerged. Susan, she'd forgotten the new student from the
college would still be in the office. How much had she heard ..... or smelt?


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Posted by Ed on August 14, 1997 at 18:23:00:
Erin was a 21 year old women who is known not only for her bold and kinky actions,
but also her low tolerance of pain. Especially the internal, lower abdominal
pain "we" all here on the Poop Forum are familiar with.
It was 9am Sunday morning and Erin wakes up with a terrible hang-over due to a little too much
'catnip' the night before. She decides to burn off the demons by doing some
excerise. Erin is an avid aerobics class entheusiast and work-out buff. She
stumbles out of bed still feeling drunk and wasted, slips on her little light gray spandex
work-out shorts, and heads off to the local gym.
She arrives right on time for the 9:30 aerobics class. As the class is getting set up, Erin
feels this familiar "battle" going on inside her stomach and lower intenstines.
"Na, no biggie. I can hold it!", Erin says to herself smiling.
Erin finds a place in the middle of the class. There was about 20-30
other people, mostly women, in the class with the Instructor up front.
The class gets into full swing and Erin starts to feel so much better.
Her head is clear, she's sweating out all the memories from last night,
and just feeling good and invigorated.....except for her damn stomach. More
specifically, her bowels!
Suddenly, the pain in her stomach turns critical. Erin has to take a shit BAD
and time is ticking by the heaviest seconds she's ever felt! While in this
excrutiating pain, Erin has a flashback from some of the events from last night.
She remembers not only drinking rather heavily (which we know is has a strong
laxative side effect in itself,) but also taking a strong laxative before going out.
It's been three days since Erin had shit and nature has come to deliver the goods
with or without her consent.
The next aerobics excerise wasn't gonna help the situation any either. The Instructor
told the class to start doing sqauts. Erin attempts one squat move and almost looses
it all right then and there.
"I can't shit my shorts! Not in public, I'll never be able to show my face here again!!", Erin
says desperately to herself.
While Erin was half in deep, painful thought and also "trying" to participate in the
aerobics class, the worst finally came! The aerobics instructor let out a huge scream
over her microphone in an attempt to "motivate" the class further.
"DEEPER! FASTER! WORK THOSE BUTTS!!!", the Instructor screamed in a piercing voice.
This sudden loud and phantom-like voice scared Erin shitless....to say the least!
Erin's bowels let loose and little load of wet poop leaked into her spandex shorts.
she heard this lady right behind her say, "Oh my god! How gross!" and the lady left the
the class immediately. Nobody else seemed to notice Erin's poop accident..yet!
The little amout of poop that Erin released was a fraction of a fraction of what was
still in her rectum, anxious to come out. Now as I mentioned in the beginning, Erin was a bit
bold and kinky and had troules holding in her bodily functions.
Erin thought to herself, "I've already made it public, so if I'm gonna go...
MIGHT AS WELL GO ALL THE WAY!"
Erin did the squat excerise alright and let loose a HUGE load in her spandex shorts.
The poop just kept coming and coming out. She must have been shitting straight for
at least 30 seconds! Erin felt the weight of a monster load hanging down from
her shorts.
Erin felt an onslaught of mixed emotions; embarrassment, humiliation, excitememt, and RELIEF!
Oh did it feel good! Erin continued to stand there....pushing harder...getting it ALL
out...oh yes in all in her shorts..She was such a bad girl! What a bad girl Erin Was!
"I shit my pants, I shit my fucking pants!" Erin said to herself.
As Erin emerged from her little world, she suddenly realized that, ooops, "I'M STILL IN
CLASS!" Erin curiously looked behind her to see the reactions from the other aerobics
classmates and saw that most of the women behind her had this huge look of amazement
and sympathy as they stared at poor Erin. Some people left with their fingers tighly
pinching their noses. Yes indeed did it stink! Boy did it ever!
The aerobics class was short and was coming to an end. People were leaving the
class, some who witnessed what Erin did, some who didn't. But EVERYONE complained
about the smell! The aerobics Instructor, a very petite and fit lady in her late
20's said out loud, "Did someone shit their pants? Don't they know that we have
bathrooms here?"
Erin, who ws in the corner feeling both embarrassed and exhilerated at the same time.
She had done something naughty, non-feminine, and incredibly erotic. Nevertheless
she did get a does of reality and said to herself, "looks like I won't be working
out here anymore...Everybody probably thinks I'm a freak!"
Erin was one of two people left in the aerobics room. There was this guy, about 21 years
of age like Erin, who saw Erin's little poop forte from beginning to end. This young
gentleman introduced himself to Erin. Erin was a bit nervous to say anything, not knowing
what to expect. After all, "I';m an attractive, young woman who just shit her fucking
pants like there was no tomorrow!"
The guy said that he saw what happened and said that he found it sooooo erotic....In a
wierd way. Erin gave him a wierd sigh, but she noticed the rater large "roll of quarters"
poking out of this pants, so she knew the "turned on" part was right.
They began to date for a few months after that, talking about that one incident while
playing many new and sexy poop games.
Erin will never forget that one morning when that "accident" happened. Opening her up to
a new and erotic world of sexual pleasure.
Neither will the guy who introduced himself to her...
For the guy was...

MYSELF!!

The End (true story)

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Posted by Sally on March 20, 1999 at 14:16
I have only posted here a couple times before, long ago, but I read this board almost every day. I was inspired by pantiespooper's Messy Monday post earlier, so...
I had a day off from work yesterday, so I indulged myself a little, and thought I would share it with you. When I woke up, first thing in the morning, I had to go BADLY. I had eaten a big salad for dinner Thursday night, and a couple bran muffins earlier in the day Thursday, and no visits to the toilet. So I was pretty full even when I went to bed Thursday night, and somewhere in the back of my mind I must have been thinking I might have a little fun.
Instead of going to the toilet straight away when I awoke, I delayed a little. Had a light breakfast (another bran muffin), a cup of coffee, by now I was getting pretty uncomfortable, and having to strain to hold back. I got up and went back into the bedroom, and had a sudden inspiration. I changed out of my pajamas, and took off the panties I had worn to bad. I pulled on a pretty new pair of flowered hi waist cotton panties, that I have only worn to work, not the thick cotton breifs I usually wear for indulging myself. Then, acting on my inspiration, I pulled on a pair of sheer suntan pantyhose over the panties. Topping it off I put on a pair of very short red nylon shorts that I never wear anymore; they are so sheer that despite being red, my panties with the flowers are visible through them (I could see that in the mirror; and that is why I no longer wear them). A tight tank top finished the ensemble.
I hope I do not disappoint now, but I did not go out dressed like this. I have pooped myself in public only once, and that was too frightening to repeat. I indulge at home. But pretending, ah, pretending...
So I was all dressed up, looking pretty good too, and I had to poop SO BADLY I could barely hold it. Moving around getting dressed had made things better for a little while but as I admired my legs and the floral pattern of my panties in the mirror, I was getting to the point where holding it in was requiring constant effort. I made things a little worse by gulping down a tall glass of ice cold water, then tortured myself by leaving the tap running and sitting on the toilet. I find the posture I attain sitting on the toilet makes an "accident" almost inevitable. So I sat down, and waited. Soon I was squirming, almost moaning, trying to hold it in. The pressure came in waves, and not just my bowels now my bladder was exerting a lot of pressure. The tricling of the tap did not help matters! Still I held back, riding each wave as it came.
Then disappointment. The waves of pressure became less intense. I still had to go, but I guess my body had decided it wasn't going to get a chance to let go, so it quit trying.
I have the solution for that, though. Next wave of pressure, I did not fight. I let it come, let the mass in my bowels start to come, then at the last possible second, clamped down and pulled it back. Now my need was much worse. I played this game for a while, feelign it start to move within me, feeling my buttocks start to spread a little, my anus to relax (I hate using these clinical terms), and pulled it back. Then I let it go a little further, actually comeing out of me a little before pulling it back in. Of course, such an endeavor is never entirely successful; a little more comes out than goes back in. Alos, somewhere along the way my bladder's need had increased to as bad or worse than my other need, and I was incredibly close to having a full fledged accident from both ends at the same time. Although, with all this preparation, I don't think it could be called accidental.
I was beginning to wonder at the condition of my panties. I had not felt anythign touching them yet, so I quickly pulled down my shorts, hose and panties far enought to check the seat of my underwear. Still clean; there is a look to the inside of a pair of white cotton panties with flowers printed on them that I always feel is enhanced by some brown (tee-hee). I could tell between my bottom cheeks was not clean, though, from my in-out exercises. I replaced my clothing to its proper position, and pulled my shorts up firmly. Both ends still aching with need, I walked around my apartment a little, putting some extra sway in my walk, pretending I was out in the park with all eyes on my legs and body, my legs and my tight tank top and sheer shorts with the flowered panties visible through them, and this incredible itching between my bottom cheeks, I needed to scratch badly, it itched so much, but it would be a rude thing to do, plus if I did who knows what my panties might look like. I played that game for a while, then tried sitting on a hard wooden chair. Butt cheeks firmly clenched together first, then gradually relaxed, moving back and forth gently, the itch jsut out of reach from the motion of me sliding in the chair, cheeks relaxed a little more, finally I was grinding my bottom as hard as I coudl into the hard wooden seat of the chair, not caring if I soiled my panties or not, it felt so good.
My bladder was truly aching now, it had long since passed my need for a poop, and I could feel my panties were a little wet, although it could have been sweat or "something else" :) making them that way. I began relaxing my poop a little more, and went back into the bathroom. A look in the mirror revealed a dark spot in the floral pattern of my panties as seen through my sheer shorts. I pulled down the shorts; yed, a definite brown skidmark about two inches long in the back of my panties. Now my mind was reeling, "Oh no, I have stained my panties with poop, and everyone can see, oh, I must find a bathroom right now before..." I pulled my shorts back up and looke din the mirror expectantly, and let the whole thing happen. There was nothign hard bout this poop despite being in me for a couple days. With a "frrpptt" sound, the shape of my bottom shanged significantly. then it changed again. Now was where my pantyhose were critical, in hlding the whole mess against my bottom, keeping anything from falling through the leg holes of my panties.
I pooped until the elastic of my shorts, pantyhose and panties was making it difficult to force more into my panties, then stepped into the bathtub and relaxed. My poop had been soft enough to mush down between my legs, and when my baldder exploded into the mess in my panties, it could not just go down my legs. Instead it mixed with the rest of the mess, and I got this lovely hot feeling as the liquid actually filled my panties up; feeling it rise between my bottom cheeks, warming my buns as it got higher and higher, of course it was also running down my legs, streaking my nice pantyhose with brown, puddling in the tub at my feet, running into the drain with a sort of thick trickling sound. As I wet my panties, I pushed from the other end, and was handsomely rewarded. By now my panties were so full, even with the tight elastic waistband of pantyhose helping, they felt in danger of falling down. My shorts ballooned away from my body as a combined mess of poop and pee filled my panties. In the end I felt as if I was standing with a ballloon of hot mush held at my waist. With every movement I made, sloppy goo fell out from under my shorts; I later found it was stuff slipping out the legbands of my panties being strained by the coarser weave of my pantyhose, well, those are unpleasant details...
I considered sitting in it for a moment, but decided I would just force more stuff out of my panties if I did, and make cleanup a little more difficult (believe it or not, I find the stains in my panties come out better if I do not sit in it: I had a little stripe up the back from grinding my bottom on the chair earlier that was deep set in the fabric of my panties but they otherwise came out pretty nice).
Now I turned on the shower, and finished my self off. In more ways than one! I always bring myself off after having had one of my "shameful accidents", in the shower, hot wqater pounding me, running down my legs, filling pu my panties (much the same as peeing in them), making the ballooon of mess full.
Cleanup was, errr, not a lot of fun. But not bad enough to keep me from doing it again tomorrow...
And these pantyhose and shorts are none the worse for the wear. And I have a beautiful pair of Victoria's Secret beige satin bikini panties just like the ones I had a real accident in not too long ago. Hmmmm

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