Julie18: Very messy pants.

Thewishmaster 2 years ago

Julie18: Very messy pants.

A few weeks ago I had the embarrassment of admitting
to having an “accident” in my pants after having my seven year old son find my
poop stained panties rinsing in the sink. Since then I’ve continued pooping my
pants as usual, one time at work and the rest at home. And no BM’s in the potty
for over three weeks now! I think that may be a new record for me. Last night
in my effort to hold my bowel movement until I had the privacy to go in my
pants, I very nearly had the embarrassment of having my son catch me with a
very messy poop in my panties after I lost control.

After leaving work, I picked up my son at my mom’s
house then went to the grocery store to do my weekly shopping. I had been
feeling “gassy” all afternoon and as I walked through the grocery store I began
feeling the need for a BM. Within about fifteen minutes the urge to go had
increased considerably and as I stood in line at the checkout lane it had reached
the “emergency” point. I probably should have given in to my bodily needs and
went to the restroom but I was determined to hold it. I stood there fidgeting
and fighting to control my bowels and for a moment I thought for certain I was
going to humiliate myself by pooping my pants in such a public place. Somehow I
managed to hold it in and I was relieved to sit down in the car for the drive
home.

Although sitting in the car driving helped me gain
some control over my bowels the urgency for a BM didn’t let up. As we
approached our house my son saw some friends outside playing and asked if he
could join them. I wished I would have let him go right then but instead I told
him he had to help me carry in the groceries before he could go play. After
parking in my driveway my son and I each took a bag of groceries from the car
and as I unlocked the door to my house I was beginning to get that feeling of
desperation again. Even though I was clenching my sphincter muscles as tightly
as I could I felt a small amount of poop ooze past my sphincter. It didn’t seem
to be much but I knew from the feeling of stickiness that I had stinky in my
butt crack. We both set our bags on the kitchen table then fearing that I was
about to completely mess my pants I told my son that he could go play. He was
already hurrying back out the door and said he didn’t mind helping. As I
cautiously walked back out to the car while trying to keep control of my bowels
my son headed back into the house with a second bag of groceries. All that was
left to take inside were two more small bags and a large bottle of laundry
detergent, and all three items were in the very back of my trunk. While bending
over and reaching in the trunk soft poop once again began pushing past my
sphincter and this time I knew I couldn’t stop it. I grabbed the bottle of
detergent then quickly stood up as mushy poop filled the seat of my pink full
cut cotton panties just when my son returned. I handed him the bottle and said
“thanks, I can get the rest now” and fortunately he headed back inside having
know idea that his mom had made stinky in her pants.

I had no sooner handed him the detergent when I
couldn’t hold it any longer and a large amount of very mushy poop quickly
pushed into my panties followed immediately by the bubbly sound of a massive
amount of diarrhea that completely filled my pants and went down my legs. I was
wearing tan capri’s and was horrified when I saw the wet brown stains on the
inside of my thighs. I bent over to get the last two bags from the trunk and
the tightness of my pants caused the mess to spread up my crack and over my
butt cheeks. I then hurried inside the house hoping that none of the neighbors
saw me. After leaving the bags on the table I quickly went upstairs to the
bathroom and looked at my bottom in the mirror. There was a wet brown bulge in
the seat of my capri’s and the wet brown stain went halfway down the back and
inside of my thighs. I stood there for a moment thinking about how close I had
been to having my son see me making that mess in my pants and decided if I was
ever in the same kind of situation I would use the restroom instead of trying
to hold it.

As I stood there looking at my messy bottom I began to
massage my clit through my pants while telling myself what a naughty girl I was
for making such a mess in my pants.

I was still feeling pressure in my abdomen since I had
not fully finished my BM when I was outside. I bent over slightly then grunted
and again heard the bubbly sound of diarrhea as another large amount flowed
into my panties. It turned me on watching the wet brown stain in the seat of my
pants getting larger as the mushy liquid mess entered my underpants and I
moaned out loud “oh god yes, look at all that poopy”. I then began rubbing my
clit faster and felt myself nearing orgasm. Just as I was about to climax I
pushed my other hand into the seat of my pants then rubbed up and down and
round and round smearing stinky all over my butt. Instantaneously I enjoyed a
very strong orgasm followed by two smaller orgasms as I continued smearing my
mess.

After my fun was over I had a very messy clean up to
deal with but I’ve come to accept that as part of the fun. I also have to admit
that I found it very exciting to be standing in my driveway uncontrollably
pooping my pants although I would have rather not had my son there when it
happened. Thank god he didn’t know. But I do find it very stimulating any time
that I poop my pants when I’m not in the comforts of my home. It’s been
exciting doing it in my yard and it’s certainly been exciting doing it at work.
Last night I found myself fantasizing about how it would have been if I had
lost control at the grocery. I know it would have been the most humiliating
experience of my life and yet in a strange way the thought of it excited me.
I’ve been thinking about it for a while now and have decided I’m going to poop
my pants in a public place whenever I get the right opportunity. I don’t know
where yet although I’m thinking possibly in a large store like a Wal-Mart. It
seems crazy to me but I’m really excited thinking about it. I can’t wait to
have the chance.

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