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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