The Book of Scat

 n the land of Pantipupia there was a winding staircase made of stone that reached up into heaven. It was forbidden for men to ascend the stairway. Yet one day Pantsby Brown did just that. To his surprise he met no resistance from the guarding angels that according to legend patrolled the staircase, and continued above the clouds, at last coming onto a landing. Before him stretched a corridor with a high ceiling and high arched doors down either side. He went through the first door to his right.

"What are you doing in the House of the Gods?" boomed the voice of the giantess seated on a porcelain throne with her white panties round her ankles.

Pantsby Brown prostrated himself. "Forgive me, Divinity. But I come to implore the help of the gods."

There was a sound as of a mighty waterfall as the giantess began to pee. "What do you want?"

"Divinity, the women of our world are unclean, for they fill their panties with refuse. O that the gods would intervene and teach them to be clean!"

"What you say displeases me, that the women are unclean. Therefore I will grant your request. I will teach them to be clean."

"Thank you, Divinity. May I ask your name?"

"I am Scat." She wiped her vagina dry with paper she had pulled from a roll mounted on the wall. "We must go at once. But alas! How am I to take you with me? I have no pockets in which to put you; nor can I carry you in my hand, for I am afraid I might crush you or drop you."

"Divinity, might I suggest that I ride in your panties? For there I might safely nestle in the cleft of your pudendum."

"What you say pleases me. But tell me first — what is your name?"

"I am Pantsby Brown."

"Pantsby Brown, I declare you my prophet. Climb into my panties and we shall go at once to Pantipupia."

The prophet of Scat ran across the tiled floor and flung himself face down in the gusset of her panties. He held on tightly as she pulled them up, only letting go once he was safely between her labia. She turned and suddenly he heard the sound of crashing waters. He did not comprehend that this was merely the flushing of the toilet, for in those days there were no toilets in Pantipupia. And while the crashing waters drowned out all other sounds, Scat passed flatus. Overcome by the stench, the prophet lost consciousness.

As Scat descended the staircase, men began to gather at its base, looking up into heaven and asking one another, "What does this mean? Who is this person? Until now no one has ever gone up or come down this staircase."

Finally she reached the bottom. "I am the great goddess Scat."

And men looked up her miniskirt and marvelled at her clean panties.

"I have come to teach your women to be clean." She dropped her panties. Pantsby Brown, having regained consciousness, stepped out of her panties. "Behold my prophet!" She pulled her panties back up. "He speaks for me. Everything he tells you to do, do. Someone give him a laptop that he may record my words."

A man in the crowd willingly gave up his laptop, and the prophet began typing.

"Hear me, men of Pantipupia! At the moment of creation, we gods built this staircase that we might come down and commune with men. But before long there arose a stench among you that hindered us from coming down. Not knowing what caused it and not wanting the stench to infect heaven, we posted angels to guard the staircase; but the stench soon drove them to retreat into heaven also. But now news has reached heaven that this stench is caused by the uncleanness of your women. For they foul their panties and walk around in their filth; and men, being base, have relations with them in their uncleanness. Listen to me, and I will teach you what is right." And thus she preached throughout the day and throughout that night also.

Shortly after sunrise she ceased talking and let out a long rumbling fart, and the earth shook violently. "Behold, it is time! Watch me, Pantipupians, and learn what you must do."

She dug a hole with her hands, uprooting trees and boulders. Sliding her panties down, she squatted over the hole. A mighty golden torrent issued from her vagina, and a lake began to form in the bottom of the hole. Again the earth shook from an explosive fart, and a perfectly-formed stool slid from her anus, splashing into the lake of pee. And the men of Pantipupia gasped in awe.

"Holy shit!" said the prophet.

"Alas!" cried Scat. "I have nothing with which to wipe my orifices clean!" Standing, she pulled up her panties. "But when you Pantipupians do this, you shall wipe yourselves clean with paper or rags before pulling up your underwear." She filled in the hole. "Behold, I have shown you what you should do. If any woman refuse to do likewise, her husband or boyfriend shall spank her.

"Yet it is not fitting that I should always defecate like this when I visit Pantipupia." She turned to her prophet. "You shall build me a throne like my throne in heaven, which your own eyes have beheld. I shall reveal to you its dimensions and the secrets of its plumbing and give you wisdom in engineering. And the men of Pantipupia shall help you. But come now, let us return to heaven; for I will not make such revelations in front of ordinary men."

She lowered her panties. Because she had not wiped, there was now a skid mark and a wet spot in the gusset. The prophet climbed in, and she took him up into heaven.

Her brother Sado met her at the top of the stairs. "Our father has called a council of the gods. Your presence is required."

And at the council her father, King of the Gods, asked her, "Daughter, where have you been?"

"I have been down in Pantipupia, teaching them to be clean; for I have found out the cause of their uncleanness."

"Is that so?" said the king. "Ever since man was created, no one has been able to find out the cause of his stench. But if what you say is true and you succeed in making them clean and removing their stench, then I will surely give you my crown. For I am old, and I do not have many years left."

"But Father!" said Sado. "I am your eldest. Your crown belongs to me!"

"My crown is mine to give. If Scat can do what no other god has ever done before, then she will have earned the right to wear my crown after me."

The king's words greatly angered Sado, yet he kept his silence. But from that moment he began scheming in his heart to undermine his sister's work in Pantipupia.

And the council went on for what mortals would count as many days; and the prophet grew restive, saying to himself, "Surely she has forgotten all about me! I shall perish down here!" And he stroked her labia that he might gain her attention. But she soon became wet, and then the prophet said, "Alas! Now I shall drown in her juices!" And he wriggled up between her labia till he came to her clitoris; and wrapping his arms round it, he pulled down with all his might.

The goddess groaned and pressed her thighs together, almost crushing him; and he squeezed her clitoris harder, thrashing franticly between her labia. She put a hand up her skirt and with a finger gently nudged him through her panties as a sign that she had remembered him. But the prophet misunderstood and thought that she was displeased with him and meant to crush him like an insect, and so he struggled more vigorously. Then she slid her finger under the elastic of the gusset and tried to dislodge him from her clitoris, yet she could not prevail against the prophet. And it came to pass that she climaxed, and a great moan arose from her lips, and all turned to look at her.

And when her father saw her with her hand up her skirt, he said, "Daughter, what have you done? This is not fitting conduct for one who might become Queen of the Gods."

"Excuse me, Father, for I have something urgent I must attend to." And she went to her private chambers, where she let the prophet out of her panties and chided him saying, "From now on you shall no longer ride in the cleft of my pudendum but in the cleft of my buttocks lest you do this to me again and disgrace me in front of my father and in front of the gods."

And the prophet stayed with Scat, and she demonstrated to him the use of her porcelain throne and showed him the secrets of its inner workings. And by the time they returned to Pantipupia, ten days had passed. And Scat said to those gathered at the foot of the staircase, "I see that you have put into practice all that I have shown you, for your stench is gone. Now you must help my prophet, whom I am leaving here with you, to build me a throne." And with that she returned to heaven.

Work began on the throne immediately. Word spread throughout Pantipupia, and men came from afar to assist in the undertaking. Soon a city sprang up at the foot of the staircase, and men named the city Scatia. The throne they built on a hill overlooking the city; and when all the work was done, the prophet ascended the staircase and told Scat.

They returned the following morning; and Scat consecrated her throne, pulling down her panties and sitting on it. She peed and, after farting many times, pooped. On top of the cistern sat a roll from which she tore several sheets of paper with which she wiped herself clean. Finally she got up and flushed, and all those gathered at the foot of the hill cheered.

"I am well pleased with your work," said Scat. "But your work must continue. My prophet shall appoint three orders of priesthood from among you to maintain my throne. There shall be one order of priests who shall ensure that there is always a fresh toilet roll on the cistern, another who shall ensure that my throne is always brushed clean and disinfected after I use it, and yet another who shall ensure that its plumbing never fails.

"And you shall build smaller thrones for yourselves. Every house shall have at least one throne like mine; and every business shall have at least two: one for women and one for men. And there shall be a sewage system which will carry away all your refuse out to sea." And again she returned to heaven, leaving her prophet behind.

The prophet wasted no time in appointing priests; and he appointed a woman to be High Priestess and said to her, "If anything should happen to me, you shall become Scat's prophet in my stead. For I have had a vision; and behold, dark times are coming to Pantipupia."

Around that time a woman named Panny Soila, her heart filled with wickedness, presumed to ascend the staircase; and the first god she encountered in heaven was Sado. She told him all that his sister had done in Pantipupia. "But many of us," she told him, "are unhappy with the new way of things. For we have always pooped in our panties, and before your sister came we felt no shame in doing so. O that you would intervene and deliver us from her tyranny!"

"Alas! I cannot intervene directly, but I shall bestow upon you the power to perform miraculous signs that men may know you have been sent by the gods. And you yourself shall speak on behalf of the gods, for you are a prophetess. Whatever is in your heart you shall tell the people of Pantipupia, and you shall make them obey you. And if you succeed in restoring Pantipupia to its former state, I shall make you a god like me. All that I ask is that you keep me informed of your progress and of my sister's doings in Pantipupia."

"So be it," she said, and descended the staircase. When she reached the bottom, she farted; and the sound was like a trumpet blast — for this was one of the powers that Sado had bestowed upon her. Hearing the sound, the men of Scatia came out to investigate; and they found Panny Soila at the foot of the staircase.

"Hear me, men of Scatia!" she said. "I have been appointed a prophetess to speak for the gods, for they have heard about the work of Scat and her prophet and are greatly displeased."

"What sign will you show us?" asked the men of Scatia. "Lest you deceive us with your words. For any man may say that he is a prophet."

"Behold!" said the prophetess, hiking up her skirt and bending over. A bulge began to form in the seat of her pale blue cotton panties.

"Sinner!" cried the men of Scatia. "See! She is defying the decrees of Scat. Let us spank her, as Scat commanded." And they took up the cry, "Spank her! Spank her!"

But the bulge soon grew so large that the men of Scatia became silent, watching in awe; and still it continued to grow. And the panties miraculously expanded to accommodate the extraordinarily large stool. And it came to pass that the gusset of her panties reached the ground between her feet and all the space between her legs was occupied with her poop-laden panties. Looking back over her shoulder, she said to the men of Scatia, "Don't just stand there! Come forward and see for yourselves that what I have done is no trick."

And they came forward and sniffed her panties. Some poked the bulge with their fingers and a few even peeled back the gusset or the waistband to look inside. "Now we know," said the men of Scatia, "that the gods have sent you. For no one could perform a sign like this unless the gods had blessed him. Tell us — what message do you have for us?"

Turning to face the crowd but still holding her skirt up, she said, "Thus say the gods: 'We are displeased that you follow the heretical teachings of the apostate Scat and her prophet, whom we did not appoint. For she needlessly lays on you a burden that you need not bear. Your women ought not to be ashamed to do what comes naturally, for thus the gods created them. From now on you shall heed neither Scat nor her prophet but rather heed our prophetess, for she will lift your burden from your backs.'"

"Tell us what to do, and we will do it!" shouted the crowd.

"Scat has told you that whatever woman does not defecate into a hole and then cover it up shall be spanked. Yet I give you a new command: whatever woman defecates into a hole shall be scourged with whips on her first offence, and on her second offence she shall surely be put to death. And when she dies her soul shall go to the dungeon of Sado, where her soul shall be bound in chains and scourged day and night for ever and ever.

"When a woman needs to defecate, wherever she is, whatever she is doing, she shall defecate in her clothes, as is natural. And men need not fear having relations with women in this state. Look at me now! My panties are filled with poop. Am I not beautiful? Does no man among you want me?"

The Mayor of Scatia stepped forward. Unbuckling his belt, he dropped his trousers and boxer shorts and began rubbing his erect penis against the bulge in her panties. And after he came, he got on his knees and crawled round to her front and administered cunnilingus through her panties. Thus was the Mayor of Scatia turned aside after the prophetess to do her bidding.

And the prophetess continued: "You shall cease working on the thrones that Scat has asked you to build in your houses and in your workplaces and on the sewage system that will carry your refuse out to sea. Moreover we shall tear down Scat's throne.

"Men of Scatia! You asked of me a sign that you might know that I was sent by the gods. Even so I now ask each of you to bear a sign of your devotion to me that all may know that you are my followers. Each of you shall come forward and grab a handful of holy shit from my panties and smear it on himself."

And many men from the crowd came forward and made themselves unclean, but a few fled and told the prophet of Scat what was happening. The prophet in turn told the High Priestess and sent her into hiding. Then he ascended the staircase to tell Scat.

Meanwhile the prophetess led her followers into the city. And although each of her followers had taken a handful of poop from her panties, yet the gusset of her panties still came down to her knees; and the load swung from side to side as she waddled at the head of her followers. Every now and again she stopped, lifted a leg and farted, heralding her passage through the city; and as people came out to see what all the commotion was about, the number of her followers increased.

The sun was setting when they came out on the other side of the city, and they ascended the hill on which Scat's throne was built. There they found the priests of Scat attending her throne; and the crowd rushed forward and laid hands on the priests, bringing them before the prophetess.

"What shall we do with these?" they asked her.

"Slay them!" she said. And so the priests of Scat were slaughtered in front of the prophetess.

Then men brought out ladders and cherry pickers and scaled the sides of Scat's throne; and armed with sledgehammers and picks, they chipped away at it. But soon cranes were brought up from the city, and wrecking balls completed the demolition.

Standing on the ruins of Scat's throne, the prophetess called out, "If there is any woman among you who needs to poop, let her come forward and stand before me." A group of about forty women came forward. "Squat where you are and relieve yourselves in your panties." And once they had done so, she said, "Now peel off your panties and throw them into the ruins of Scat's throne." And they did so. Thus was the site of Scat's throne desecrated. And the prophetess taught them many other perversions besides which are not recorded in this book. Emptying the contents of her own panties onto the ruins, the prophetess then sent the crowd away and ascended the staircase to tell Sado all that she had accomplished.

Meanwhile Scat's heart was filled with rage, and she longed to intervene immediately in the events that were taking place in Pantipupia. "But," she said to her prophet, "we shall go down in the morning; for I need time to consider what I must do, lest in anger I should do something which I later regret." Yet at this time she did not know how quickly the prophetess had acted and that already her throne had been destroyed.

That night Sado sent for his sister, and she visited him in his private chambers with her prophet hiding in her panties.

"Sister," he said, "welcome. I would like to congratulate you on your work in Pantipupia. For you have achieved what no other god ever has. Sit with me and have a glass of wine. And let us seek from now on to be friends."

At this time Scat did not know that her brother was behind all that the prophetess had done. Therefore she accepted his offer, unwittingly taking from him a glass of red wine laced with a potent laxative — for he had already heard of the destruction of her throne in Pantipupia.

When morning came, Scat made her way down the staircase with the prophet nestled in the cleft of her buttocks. As she descended, however, her bowels became increasingly unsettled. "Alas!" she said. "My sphincter weakens, and I am unsure whether I will make it to my throne."

Hearing this, the prophet lent his strength to the goddess, holding her sphincter shut with his own hands. "Do not be anxious, Divinity! For I would die rather than see you disgrace yourself in front of mortals!"

Scat hiked up her miniskirt, revealing white, strawberry-print panties, and began to run down the stairs. Now the men of Scatia had come out into the streets of the city to watch the goddess make her descent; and they said to one another, "Alas! The goddess has heard of our rebellion, and now she rushes down from heaven bringing judgement!"

But when she reached Pantipupia, she ran along the range of hills to the east of the city till she came to the place where her throne had been. And when she saw the pile of ruins, the forty pairs of soiled panties, the massive turd left by the prophetess, and the bodies of her priests, her fatigued anal sphincter finally succumbed to the pressure in her bowels; and the prophet, the strength in his arms having failed, became immersed in her excrement.

And seeing the crotch of her panties sag and turn brown, the inhabitants of the city erupted in raucous laughter, saying, "Look! She is no different from one of our women! What a hypocrite! She told our women not to poop their panties, yet she herself does the same!"

 

Hearing the laughter, Scat stamped her foot angrily. Turning, she waved her hand over the city; and at that moment every woman in Pantipupia pooped her panties.

Still asleep after the events of the previous night, the prophetess was woken by the sudden bowel movement. "Oooh!" she said, and slid her hand down her panties to masturbate.

In the Brown Lands, a remote region far from view of the staircase, Scat's High Priestess had just begun to dig a hole for her morning dump when she suddenly filled her panties. "Scat forgive me!" she said. "What have I done?" And having no husband or boyfriend to spank her, she returned to her cabin and, taking up her flagellum, scourged herself till she could bear no more. Then she emptied the contents of her panties onto the floor. "Just as a dog returns to its own vomit," she said, "so have I returned to my former uncleanness." And she ate her own excrement off the floor. Moments later she vomited; therefore she got down on her knees ate her own excrement a second time.

And the laughter from the city suddenly stopped. Furthermore Scat cursed the women of Pantipupia, saying, "In every woman's life there shall be at least one occasion when she does not make it to her throne and suffers incontinence." And so it is to this day, that every woman at least once in her life will poop her panties.

And a stench arose from Pantipupia that reached even to heaven, for never before had all the women of the land pooped their panties simultaneously. And when the stench reached Sado's nostrils, he took up his whip and, dressed in leather from head to toe, descended the staircase.

Pulling her panties down to her knees, Scat raked her fingers through her own muck, looking for the prophet. And when she found him, she pulled him out and held him gently in her palm. But it was too late. The prophet had drowned. Scat screamed in frustration. With her free hand she tore off her panties and threw them at the city. And the panties covered a quarter of Scatia, and many Scatians were covered in shit and many buildings destroyed.

Digging a hole with her free hand, she laid her prophet to rest, burying him on the hill on which her throne had been built. "I'm so sorry, my faithful servant," she said. "It was an accident." And she wept over him.

But soon she was distracted by a murmur rising from the city. And she looked up and saw her brother coming down the staircase; and she panicked, for one of her hands was covered in shit and there was shit down the inside of her thighs. Moreover she stank. "I cannot let him see me like this," she said. Therefore she wiped her hand clean on the grass of the hill and tore strips from her t-shirt that she might wipe her legs and her privates. But before she could finish, her brother was upon her.

"Sister," he said, "what shameful act have you committed? For I see your ruined panties sprawled across the city, the soiled strips of your t-shirt discarded about your feet, and the brown smears on your thighs. There is no hiding what you have done. You have become a sinner like one of these Pantipupians."

"Brother, you are right," she said, lifting up her skirt and bending over, baring her shit-smeared buttocks. "Spank me as I deserve."

Uncoiling his whip, Sado scourged her; and the men of Scatia looked on, amazed. Meanwhile the prophetess had made her way to the hill where Scat's throne had been; and she tried to get Sado's attention, but he couldn't hear her. Therefore she lifted her leg and farted, and there was a sound as of thunder; for this was one of the gifts Sado had given her.

Staying his whip, Sado turned to the prophetess. "Woman, what do you want?"

"Have I not done well, Divinity?" she said. "For now this heretic is brought low, and Pantipupia has been restored to its former glory."

"Who are you? I don't know you! Go away!"

"I will not go away! I am Panny Soila, your prophetess. You promised to make me a goddess, and I have come now to claim my reward."

"I do not know you, I tell you! Go away and leave me alone!"

Looking between her legs, Scat asked the prophetess, "Was it Sado who sent you?"

"It was."

"Lies!" said Sado. "I do not know her!"

Standing straight and lowering her skirt, Scat asked the prophetess, "And how many other gods do you know?"

"None other, only Sado."

"Foolish woman!" Scat said. "My brother has deceived you. For it is not within his power to deify you. Nor do you speak on behalf of the gods. For Sado has rebelled against the King of the Gods and the Council of the Gods, which have decided that I shall be Queen if I can lift the stench from Pantipupia."

Hearing this, the prophetess fled down the hill towards the city.

"You have deceived me, too," Scat said. "I do not know how I could have been so blind." The goddess ran at her brother and, seizing him by the shoulders, thrust him to the ground. Lifting up her skirt, she sat on his face, smothering his mouth and nostrils. And feeling the urge to defecate again, she released a torrent of liquid stool onto her brother's face. Her brother struggled, yet he could not prevail against her. And so Sado choked to death on his sister's faeces, just as the prophet had.

And the people of Scatia realized the error of their ways. "Alas!" they said. "For we have rebelled against the gods. And we see now that it is indeed a shameful thing for a woman to soil herself, for we have seen how humiliated Scat was and how humiliated our women were when they all soiled themselves against their will just now. And behold, now Scat will destroy us!"

But when she got up, Scat merely said to the inhabitants of Scat, "Let your women go and empty their panties, burying their excrement. And let them wash their panties and wipe themselves clean. For I know now that you were deceived and are not guilty of rebellion."

At this a cheer went up from the city.

"And to show your renewed devotion to me, you shall rebuild my throne and continue to obey all of the instructions which I have already given you."

"This we will do!" shouted the men of the city.

With that the goddess left, going to the Brown Lands to seek out the High Priestess, of whom the prophet had told her before his decease. But when she found her, she said, "High Priestess, what are you doing with your panties over your head?"

The High Priestess prostrated herself. "Goddess, I am in penance. I wear my panties over my head to remind myself of my uncleanness. For this morning, I am ashamed to say, I soiled them. I am no longer worthy to bear the title of High Priestess. Please forgive me."

"You poor woman!" said the goddess. "For you are unaware of the events that have befallen me today. But if you are no longer worthy to be High Priestess, then I am no longer worthy to be a goddess." She turned round and lifted up her skirt, showing the High Priestess her poop-smeared buttocks and thighs.

The High Priestess gasped in horror.

"I forgive you, High Priestess," she said, lowering her skirt, "as I must forgive myself. But you are right. You can no longer be High Priestess. From now on you are my prophetess, for Pantsby Brown is dead. And you must go to Scatia and help rebuild my throne; and when it is completed, you shall ascend the staircase and let me know. You shall also reappoint a new priesthood." Opening the locket round her neck, Scat took out a laptop and handed it to the High Priestess. "This was the prophet's. It contains everything you need to know about how to rebuild my throne. It also contains the book which the prophet was writing. You shall continue it." And the goddess left the High Priestess to make her own way back to Scatia, while she herself returned to the House of the Gods.

Meanwhile there was a riot in Scatia, and the mayor was mauled to death by a mob; for it was he who had turned many Scatians aside after the prophetess and who had ordered cranes to be brought up from the city to hasten the destruction of Scat's throne. And a new mayor was appointed. Moreover a search party was mounted to find Panny Soila. She managed to elude it for a while, but eventually her thunderous farts betrayed her location; and she was cast into prison. And angels also came and bore away Sado's remains up to heaven.

When her throne was finally rebuilt, Scat came down from heaven for the consecration ceremony. She was pleased to see that a shrine had been built over the prophet's resting place and that her former priests had also been interred on the hillside, each grave marked with a headstone in the shape of her throne. "You have done well," she said to her prophetess, who was wearing nothing but a pair of white panties as a symbol of the clean panties that the goddess had brought to all of Pantipupia. "But one thing lacks. I require a human sacrifice to cleanse and purify this site, for it was desecrated."

"Bring out Panny Soila, that self-styled prophetess of the gods!" said Scat's prophetess. "For it was she who defiled this place." And men went to the prison to fetch her.

And when Panny Soila was brought before Scat, the goddess picked her up between her thumb and forefinger; and Panny Soila wet herself in fear. Dropping the woman into the toilet bowl, the goddess pulled down her panties and sat on her throne.

Surfacing, Panny Soila screamed, "Stop! Please do not do this!"

But Scat peed, and the water grew warm around Panny Soila. Scat farted; and the woman, knowing what was about to come, swam to the edge of the bowl, narrowly avoiding the large stool that plonked into the water. Scat wiped herself; and for a moment the woman was trapped under the discarded toilet paper, but eventually she managed to resurface. Standing, Scat pulled up her panties.

"This is not fair!" cried Panny Soila. "I was going to be a goddess!"

Scat flushed the toilet. And Panny Soila's screams were heard no more.

While the toilet was flushing, Scat's prophetess felt the need to expel gas; and since the roar of the flushing toilet drowned out all other sounds, the prophetess relaxed her anal sphincter. But to her horror it was not gas that was expelled from her anus but liquid faeces. She clapped a hand to her mouth. Now the prophetess was facing Scat's throne; therefore her back was to the crowd at the foot of the hill. And since she was clad only in white panties, all those behind her could see what had happened. And a gasp went up from the crowd.

"Prophetess," said Scat, "what is wrong?"

"I have filled my panties with refuse! I swear to you it was a mistake! I tried to fart but instead pooped myself. Please forgive me!"

"Sometimes I forget that you were not present on the day I filled my own panties. For I have not told you of the curse I called down on the women of Pantipupia, that at least once in her life, every woman shall accidentally soil herself. I cursed the women in anger, and — alas! — now I cannot undo it. For a god's curse can never be retracted. Therefore I forgive you. Now let us go up to heaven. And you shall ride in my panties, in the cleft of my pudendum, as did your predecessor."

She lowered her panties, letting her prophetess hop in. And when Scat pulled them up, the prophetess, overwhelmed with gratitude at the forgiveness the goddess had shown, began to lick the goddess' clitoris while massaging the goddess' labia with her hands. And halfway up the staircase, Scat stopped in the grip of a powerful orgasm. And the moan of her bliss was heard both on earth and in heaven. And when the orgasm had passed, Scat continued up the staircase on her way up to heaven to receive a crown from her father.

Trixie's Adventure

 

 

 

 

Trixie, the 19-year-old, 5'5", adorable, assistant-manager, with big baby-blue eyes, high cheekbones, a cute dimpled chin just like her gorgeous aunt, thick long curly platinum-blonde hair, and an incredible 36GG-28-33 hourglass figure that her too small red knit turtleneck sweater, skintight white riding breeches, and shiny brown riding boots hugged like a second skin, was just about to close Lingerie World for the weekend. It had been another busy Saturday, and since her Aunt Roxy, the 43-year-old, 5'9", gorgeous Barbie doll faced, store owner, with high cheekbones, a cute dimpled chin, full pouty red lips, big almond shaped hazel-green eyes, long thick curly fiery-red hair, and a perfectly curvaceous, but extra firm, 38FF-23-38 hourglass figure, that everything she wore emphasized every curve and ounce, was at a fashion show and wouldn't return until Sunday night, had left her alone, she was tired. She was just about to lock the front door when another customer walked in.

"Can I help you, Miss?" Trixie asked.

The 5'8", well tanned, beauty with thick long curly strawberry-blonde hair, full pink lips, dark sunglasses, and a very firm but shapely 42DD-30-34 figure that her tight black knit sweater, skintight red spandex pants, and 4" shiny black highheels showed off a little too well, even the hefty frontal bulge, turned around and pointed a shiny pistol at Trixie's very ample bosom. "Yes, I am here for a withdrawl."

Trixie was so scared that she wet her tight white riding breeches with warm amber piss! "Please don't hurt me!" She pleaded as she let loose a series of thunderous stinkers, it had been three days since her last BM, and she all of a sudden had to use the toilet!

"Do as you are told and I will simply tie you up and of course gag that pretty mouth of your's." The gorgeous robber locked the door.

Trixie meekly allowed the robber to wander around the exotic lingerie shop for a couple of minutes. The robber grabbed a white panty girdle and wide white silk scarf, and tossed them to the frightened busty beauty.

Trixie knew what to do and jammed the spandex support brief deep in her luscious mouth, then wrapped the big white scarf around her full red lips three times before she tied it around the back of her head. The robber tied her hands behind her back with nude pantyhose. Trixie all of a sudden became aware of how the lingerie shop was a great place to purchase bondage supplies! She made a mental note to pass that along to Aunt Roxy when she returned, and found her bound, gagged and quite helpless.

Trixie had so much gas built-up inside her she pushed as hard as she could, to expel some of it, only more than gas came out of her virgin tight bumhole! She felt the smooth, warm, extra thick, odorous, golden-brown, turd slowly oozed from her sore anus, and explored the confines of her tight white knit breeches! She became so excited her extra thick 10" circumcised penis became very erect as her huge hairless balls got as tight as a drum, while the thick warm smelly poop forced the seat to balloon out to the size of three overripe melons! The robber massaged the front of her pee soaked riding breeches until she had a wonderful climax, just as the last of the huge poopload almost caused the seams of her riding breeches to split apart! Trixie was certain there was no possible way she could ever flush down such a huge smelly firm BM down the toilet!

"Well that was quite a large bowel movement Miss Fox." The attractive buxom robber playfully patted the extra large load of poops that had gathered between Trixie's hairless balls and wide upper asscrack, just below the rear waistband of her once crisp white skintight riding breeches!

Trixie mumbled incoherently as she became erect all over again! The robber got on her knees and licked the front of the pee and cum soaked white knit pants, until the ultra buxom crossdresser came again! The robber stood up and Trixie noticed that huge frontal bulge in her tight shiny red spandex pants! The cute young ultra buxom crossdresser became very aroused, as the robber pulled down her spandex pants and pulled out her hard thick uncut 8" cock and began to jerk off! She soon came all over Trixie's poop filled riding breeches, then followed with a long warm pee, that drenched her huge poopload!

Trixie wet her tight white riding breeches again as the robber's warm yellow piss ran down the back of her well toned legs!

The robber then spread out a white silk scarf on the floor and squatted over it! Trixie watched as the robber grunted, farted and pushed out 18" of 3" in diameter, dark brown, very odorous, knobby, crap, that curled up into a huge four overripe grapefruit sized blob on the big white scarf! The robber then stood up and admired the huge dark brown pile of poop. She yanked up her skintight shiny red spandex pants, without even wiping her dirty bum, something that Trixie found very kinky.

The robber folded up the scarf that contained the huge fresh load of smelly dark brown poop, then shoved it in the front of Trixie's skintight white riding breeches! She came as the warm poop filled scarf came in contact with her erect penis! She was so excited she didn't even notice the robber escort her into the tiny bathroom in the back of the store.

The robber tied her pencil thin booted ankles together a pair of nude pantyhose, and shut the door. Trixie sat on the toilet she hadn't used properly in over a year, and sighed with relief, she was alright, a little soiled, humiliated, and trussed up, but otherwise in one healthy piece. She wiggled a little and tested her restraints, escape was almost impossible.

Todd wlked into Lingerie World three days after he graduated from High School. He soon was able to live out his dream life with the help of his gorgeous and very kinky Aunt Roxy. He was soon transformed into Trixie, the pretty young niece, and since no one in Cordville, population 13,069, knew any better, she was just considered a very attractive busty platinum-blonde.The ultra buxom aunt soon had taught her how to walk, talk, act, and behave as a submissive young lady.

Late one afternoon, during a very busy day, Trixie had to use the toilet. She asked for a few minutes to go poops, it had been over three days since her last good sit down. Roxy insisted she continue behind the counter, since the store would close shortly anyway. Well poor Trixie was so bloated she decided to pass some built up gas. It was a big mistake and the beginning of a new way of life.

The gorgeous ultra buxom platinum-blonde blasted a thunderous stinker, as a very soft, hot, chunky, copper-brown, load of pudding splattered in the seat of her tight pink spandex pants, and gathered between her hairless balls and lovely wide upper asscrack! She got very excited as the soft chunks of shit forced the seat of her spandex pants to swell out to the size of three overripe grapefruits, as her gorgeous buxom aunt's long red fingernails reached between her well toned legs and milked her 10" cock to a wonderful orgasm! All the while Trixie continued to checkout the last of the customers that day. A few noses sniffed the foul air, but no one questioned the young ultra buxom crossdresser.

She remained in her poop filled pink spandex pants until it was time to get ready for bed. To her delight her kinky aunt sucked her cock four times that night.

Aunt Roxy then stripped down to her nude pantyhose in the kitchen, grabbed the counter, then blasted out a very firm, 3" in diameter, extra smelly, hot as Hell, smooth, shiny, bronze turd in the stretchy nylon seat! Trixie could not believe a person could push so much smelly crap into a pair of pantyhose! Roxy was so excited she shoved a worn white panty girdle in her luscious mouth as the pantyhose strained to contain the four overripe melon sized smelly crapload! Trixie patted the enormous load with her well manicured hands as her buxom aunt moaned to a few well deserved climaxes!

From that day on they made a pact not to poop in a toilet ever again.

Trixie woke up. She was still bound with nude pantyhose, and gagged with a balled up white panty girdle and a wide white silk scarf! She felt the huge poopload against her smooth girlish bottom, as she became very unconfortable on the toilet. She tried to stand up, not an easy task for such a top heavy bound and gagged beauty. She finally got to her feet on the third try, and was thankful she went with the riding boots that day instead of the highheels she usually wore with her sexy wardrobe. She turned around and with some effort opened the door, to the extremely pungent smelling tiny bathroom.

She hopped through the storageroom, getting more aroused with every move, as the two huge pooploads smacked her round girlish bottom and squished all around her erect manhood! She had to stop twice to climax, and one more time to pee, all the while ruining her once snow white skintight riding breeches!

She finally entered the store, the cash register was forced open and $387.98 was missing, fortunately she had placed $600.00 in the safe a little after noon, and a lot of lingerie was missing, she had a feeling the robber filled a half dozen bags of bras, panties, panty girdles, tights, pantyhose, spandex pants, and various accessories.

She went to the counter and went for the telephone on the wall, and with her button nose knocked it from the wall, and then used her nose to punch 9-1-1. She could only talk in a muffled incoherent voice, but remained on the phone long enough for the dispatcher to sent a police cruiser to Lingerie World.

Five minutes later the front door burst open! The robber didn't bother to lock the door behind her. Officer Terry Wadd, a very cute, baby faced, well tanned, 21-year-old, 5'7", rookie police officer, with big brown eyes, thick dirty-blonde hair, and a very well toned 155 pound frame his tan uniform shirt, matching skintight riding breeches, and shiny black riding boots hugged so well the outline of his thick circumcised 9" cock was obscenely on display, not very professional for a law enforcement officer, but a great way to get the attention of women and a few goodlooking men, stormed into the lingerie shop with his pistol drawn! He spotted the helpless ultra buxom blonde by the counter, and became very hard inside his skintight jodhpurs! He had glanced in Lingerie World a thousand times lusting after both the buxom redhead and her adorable buxom blue eyed niece, and now had a chance to enjoy the moment.

He looked around the shop, not really expecting the robber to still be in the store, but had to put on the act. He even went upstairs into the apartment, just to 'be safe', and grabbed two worn white panty girdles from the pile of dirty laundry in the hamper and stuffed them in a pocket for later. He then strutted back into the store, where Trixie remained in her restrained and silenced state, with two huge pooploads in her ruined skintight white riding breeches!

Officer Raquel Lopez, the 25-year-old, gorgeous, olive skinned, 5'6", police officer, with big almond shaped brown eyes, high cheekbones, long thick auburn hair, that she had tied in a tight bun, and an overripe 40DD-27-38 hourglass figure, that her tight tan uniform shirt, extra tight tan jodhpurs, and shiny black riding boots looked painted on, strutted into the smelly lingerie shop, where instead of shopping for her specially made underwear had to investigate a crime for a change of pace. She checked helpless Trixie's bondage and gag, then inspected the huge pooploads in her once white riding breeches.

She was satisfied that the pretty ultra buxom platinum-blonde was alright, then went to get a camera, for evidence. Terry made some unprofessional contact with the helpless buxom blue eyed beauty, and managed to get them both very excited! Terry loved the feel and foul odor of the two different colored and smelling pooploads!

"Christ, Terry!" Raquel was stunned at her partner's bad behavior. "She's a person tied up and helpless, not a store manneqin."

"Just making sure she doesn't have any broken bones." He smiled nervously as he massaged Trixie's cock to a climax!

"Yea." Raquel was disgusted with the baby faced creep, yet again. "Get out of the way so I can take some pictures for evidence. Stand still Trixie."

Trixie stood for about a couple dozen pictures before the gorgeous Latin cop freed her. Trixie was exhausted by the time the two cops asked her a thousand questions, and over a hundred about the two loads of stale poop in her ruined skintight white riding breeches.

The gorgeous crossdresser walked into the apartment and removed her make-up, tied her long curly hair into a ponytail, and removed her top and special made bra and breasts set. She massaged her real tiny brownish-pink nipples as she massaged her two stale and very smelly craploads.

All of a sudden a set of strong hands were caressing her poopload. She turned around and was pleased to see Terry standing behind her in just his tight white jockey shorts, his cock hard as a rock. They embraced and kissed passionately.

Terry helped Trixie undress and sucked her big cock while they showered together. Trixie rewarded her new man in her life with a nice blowjob as well, and then drank his fresh piss, right out of his semi-erect cock.

The naked lovers slept like babies that night.

Kerry and Sara Go to the Movies

 

 

 

 

 

Sara leaned forward. "So, are you doing anything after class?" she asked.

"I hadn't thought about it," said Kerry. She sat in the desk in front of Sara.

Sara was a strawberry blonde, five feet and seven inches tall in her socks. Kerry was a brunette, half an inch taller than Sara. Both were built like athletes, yet they were feminine enough to turn heads. Sara played volleyball for the college team. Kerry ran track and specialized in the 100-meter dash.

"Wanna go see a movie?" Sara said, her heart pounding. She'd been trying to get her nerve up to ask that question all semester. Spring was here, and there were only three more weeks of school. It was now or never.

"Sure, that would be great," Kerry said.

The professor walked into the room and started to lecture. Sara opened her book and began taking notes, as did Kerry and most of the other students. Sara could barely concentrate. Kerry had agreed so quickly. Did she think of the movie as a romantic date or a friend date? Sara forced her mind to think about the professor's lecture on asexual reproduction. She didn't dare let herself dream of sharing her deepest secret with Kerry. It was a secret she'd never told anyone outside her family.

Class ended. Outside the building Kerry and Sara paused. Sara's shoulder-length hair glistened reddish gold in the afternoon sun. "You have beautiful hair," Kerry said. She touched her own short, straight, dark hair. "Is it naturally curly?"

Sara's heart began to beat harder again. "It's always been like this," she said. "I tried straightening it once. Didn't take. But I love the color of yours, and the way you cut it. It looks so . . . boyish." She could hardly bring herself to look Kerry in the eyes as she spoke.

"Oh, thank you," said Kerry. "So what movie did you want to see? I probably need to go back to the dorm and change first."

Change? Sara thought. Changing was what you did before a real date. "Yes, let's change before we go. Then we can decide what movie to see."

They both lived in the same dorm, McCormac Hall. The walk took only five minutes. Sara's room was on the third floor, and she knew Kerry's was on the fifth because several times, when Kerry was on the elevator, Sara had ridden all the way to the top, just to spend a few more seconds being close to her.

"Meet you back here in ten minutes?" Kerry asked when they reached the lobby.

"Okay."

In her room, Sara could barely decide what to wear. She didn't want too look too flirty, but being too casual could be a mistake, too. She settled on a pair of fairly short blue jean shorts and a tank top with a button up shirt as a cover-up. Taking off the shirt would show off her cleavage and thighs and butt if the time seemed right. Under the shorts she wore full-cut cotton panties with a simple lace waistband. She stood with her back to the full-length mirror, lifted up the shirt, and bent forward while looking over her shoulder. The white line of the panties just barely peeked out under her shorts. Perfect.

Kerry was waiting in the lobby when Sara stepped off the elevator. She wore a suede jacket over a white T-shirt and tight blue jeans that showed off her perfect butt. Sara felt a tingling in her panties when she saw her.

"Those shorts really look nice on you. They show off your legs," Kerry said.

"Thanks. I love those jeans, too." Sara decided to drop a hint, so she added, "They really make your butt look fine."

"I heard that new movie about aliens is good," Sara said as they walked outside.

"Really? You like that sort of thing?" Kerry asked. "I was thinking it might be fun to see the remake of Romeo and Juliet. It's romantic, you know."

Sara could barely believe her luck. This beautiful girl wanted to see a romantic movie with her. Was she trying to tell her something?

"Should we drive to the theater or walk?" Kerry asked.

"I could use the exercise. Let's walk," Sara said.

The theater was fifteen minutes away. The walk took them through the park, past children's playground equipment and a rock garden and some large, ancient oaks. By the time they got their popcorn and found seats, the previews were almost over. They whispered about the characters when the movie started. Sara pointed out the guy playing the Romeo. "Isn't he cute? He reminds me of my brother's best friend," she said.

"I guess he's cute, but he's not my type," Kerry said.

"Really? Who is your type?"

"Juliet is my type. I hope that doesn't bother you."

Sara felt for Kerry's hand in the dark. She wondered if Kerry would feel how fast her heart was beating. She could barely keep her fingers from trembling.

"Bother me? Why do you think I asked you out?"

She found Kerry's hand and laid hers on it. Kerry squeezed her hand and placed it on Sara's bare thigh. "Just checking," she said. Sara felt her nipples harden at the touch of Kerry's hand on her leg.

Kerry's hand gradually drifted up Sara's thigh as the movie went on. By the time it was over, Sara knew her panties were so wet they must be making a spot on her shorts.

After the movie they walked slowly back toward the dorm. They held hands. Kerry paused in the park, in front of the largest oak, and pulled Sara toward her. "I hope there aren't any bears in the woods," Kerry said. "I'm terrified of bears."

"Me, too," said Sara. "And scorpions."

She kissed Sara's lips and put her hands on Sara's butt. At first their lips brushed together as light as feathers; soon Sara opened her lips and invited Kerry's tongue in her mouth. Kerry put her hands under the shirt and rubbed Sara's butt. "You have the nicest ass I've ever seen," she whispered.

"Not as nice as yours," Sara said. She could hardly believe how quickly things were moving. "Do you know low long I've dreamed of kissing you?"

"As long as I dreamed of doing this?" Kerry said, and put her left hand on Sara's breast. Her right hand moved to the zipper of Sara's shorts and pulled it down.

"Should we go back to the dorm?" Sara asked. She could hear children playing on the swing set in the late summer dusk. No one could see her and Kerry now, but if anyone walked around the rock garden, they might be spotted.

"Okay, let's go."

The walk back to the dorm seemed to take forever. Sara tried to decide if she should share her other secret with Kerry. She didn't want to scare her away. On the other hand, if anyone had told her this morning that by this evening, Kerry would be fondling her breast and thrusting her tongue in her mouth, Sara would not have believed it.

They held hands the whole time, even when they walked through the lobby. Sara caught Amy's eye as she walked past the desk. Amy winked when she saw Kerry and Sara holding hands.

"Whose room are we going to?" Kerry asked.

"My roommate won't be in," said Sara. "She went home for the weekend."

"Mine hardly ever leaves the room," said Kerry. "Let's go to your room."

As soon as the door was closed, Sara removed her button up shirt and Kerry took off her jacket. Sara lifted Kerry's T-shirt over her head. She wore a lacy white bra. "Let me help you with that," Sara said, even though she could see it hooked in front. Kerry's nipples were pink rose-colored buds surrounded by honey-colored areolas. Sara kissed them slowly, one at a time.

Kerry unbuttoned Sara's shorts and pulled them halfway down her thighs. They moved together toward Sara's bed. Sara lay down and lifted her legs. Kerry pulled the shorts off and dropped them to the floor. She lay down by Sara and said, "I love your panties. There's something so soft and comforting about a full pair of cotton panties."

"I'm glad you like them. I have a large collection, from silk thongs to boy-short panties, but these are my favorites, too. What kind of panties are you wearing?"

"Why don't you help me off with these jeans, and you can see?"

Without another word, Sara unbuttoned and unzipped Kerry's jeans. Incredibly, Kerry was wearing the same panties!

"You are so gorgeous," Sara said, putting her hand on Kerry's moist panties between her legs.

Just then, Sara felt the urge to poop. It was probably the effect of the popcorn and soda at the movies. Still, she hadn't gone for a couple of days, so she thought it would be a firm poop. She took a deep breath and said, "I like these panties for lots of reasons."

"Like what?"

"One reason is that you can wear short shorts and show off your panties. It's fun to tease the boys. And the girls," she added, kissing Kerry's lip and nibbling her tongue softly.

"That's a good reason. Any others?"

Was Kerry's question headed the way she hoped? Sara wondered. "Well, there is one other reason," she said slowly.

"What's that?"

"You might think it's gross."

"Why not try me?"

Sara knew this was her chance. If she didn't tell now, she might never be able to. "Okay. Well, sometimes, when I'm in public and there's no restroom, or the restroom is locked or dirty, or sometimes when I'm in bed and really lazy, I like to, you know, go in my panties."

There. She'd said it. Sara held her breath to see how Kerry would react.

"Go? You mean pee your panties? We all have little accidents," said Kerry.

"I know. But I mean accidentally on purpose. And. . . ."

"Really? I've never peed myself on purpose. Not since I was little, anyway. Is it fun?" She sucked on Sara's left nipple.

"Oh, that feels so good," Sara moaned. "Yes, peeing yourself is one of the greatest feelings in the world. The warm pee floods your panties, and you're all wet, and you can rub your pussy and almost instantly be off to the most delightful orgasm. It's almost as good as. . . ." She hesitated.

"As what? Out with it. If you tell me, I'll tell you a secret."

"Okay, you first."

"Once," Kerry said, "when he was nineteen and I was eighteen, I sucked my brother's cock. He dared me to do it and let his best friend watch. I said I would if his friend would jack off while I did it."

"And did he?"

"Are you kidding? The little pervert had his cock out before I could even pull down my brother's tighty-whities."

"So how was it?"

"It was okay. No big deal. I learned that boys' cum tastes like pee. Salty. Now it's your turn."

"Okay. Well, sometimes, when I'm really horny, and when I need to do number two, I like to just go in my panties. I like to poop the whole load in my panties and feel it squeezing out between my ass cheeks right against the panties. As a matter of fact. . . ."

"Yes?" Sara could hear the excitement in Kerry's voice. It was dark outside now. The only light in the room came from the streetlight outside and the small lamp on the desk.

"As it happens, I need to go right now." Sara was almost whispering. She quivered with excitement at the thought of lying in bed and pooping her panties with this beautiful girl.

"Go? You mean poop?"

"Yes."

Kerry slid her fingers under the waistband of Sara's panties. She put her fingers against Sara's throbbing pussy. She leaned close and whispered in Sara's ear, "I want you to poop for me, you dirty girl. I want you to fill your panties. I want to feel your pretty white panties as you poop." Kerry's tongue parted Sara's lips as she finished speaking.

Sara opened her mouth wide. Her tongue found Kerry's. She explored Kerry's mouth with her tongue as Kerry's fingers explored her pussy. Sara put both of her hands inside Kerry's panties and caressed her luscious ass. Sara parted Kerry's ass and found her anus with her right hand. Sara caressed the rosebud of Kerry's ass and relaxed her own muscles.

Sara felt the turd begin to spread her ass cheeks. Sara could tell it was perfectly firm. She moaned in ecstasy, her mouth full of Kerry's tongue. Kerry massaged Sara's ass, her hands running over Sara's white panties. Sara could feel Kerry pressing the panties against her ass. She tightened her muscles a little to prolong the pleasure as far as possible.

Sara could resist no longer. She felt the poop slide out against the panties. Kerry gasped. Their mouths parted. "You're doing it. Sara, you're pooping. You're doing a poo in your panties!"

Sara felt the turd spreading her ass cheeks and pushing against her panties. Kerry held her hands over Sara's ass and the pressure felt wonderful. Sara pushed and groaned and felt another lump of poo emerge from her anus. As she pooped her panties, she squeezed her finger into Kerry's anus.

"Oh, that feels good," said Kerry. "Push harder."

Sara didn't know if Kerry meant for her to push her finger farther into Kerry's bumhole or to push more poop into her panties, but she did both. Sara felt an amazing third large turd burst into her well-filled panties.

As the last of her poo squeezed out into her panties, Sara felt a powerful orgasm beginning. A thousand angels were singing in her pussy and ass, their voices now reaching a crescendo. Just as Sara's orgasm peeked, Kerry took her hands off Sara's ass and thrust them into her own panties. She rubbed furiously at her pussy.

"I'm coming!" Kerry cried out. "I'm coming, and I need to poo!"

Sara hadn't imagined things could get any better. But just as her orgasm began to subside, she felt a warm, firm turd pushing against her finger where she had been massaging Kerry's asshole. She pulled out her finger and snugged Kerry's panties against her cheeks. "Yes, oh, Kerry, I want to feel you poo your panties. Make a big load in your white panties for me!"

Kerry gasped with pleasure. She began to shudder with her own orgasm. Her breath against Sara's neck was hot. Sara ran her hands over Kerry's panties and felt them began to bulge with poo. Just as hers had been, Kerry's poo was the perfect firmness for filling panties.

Too weak from their mutual orgasm to move, they lay still for several minutes.

Sara thrust her tongue in Kerry's ear and breathed deeply her warm, girly smell. "Are you sure you never pooped your panties before? You're so good at it, I'd have guessed you were an old hand at panty-pooping."

"Until tonight, I was a panty-pooping virgin. I'm glad I lost my panty-poo virginity with you. There are three weeks of school left. Just think how much we can poop in three weeks. We'd better go panty shopping tomorrow."

"I agree," Sara said, and sighed. They drifted off to sleep, still lying in each other's arms, naked except for their white, poop-filled panties.

Told to Use Her Panties - new story

 

New story idea taken from the question on one of the forum boards that asked, “Were you ever told to just go to the bathroom in your pants?”

The Parkers were getting the van ready for a 5 hour drive to attend the wedding of their niece. Mr. Parker told the girls, “Better use the bathroom before we leave. We won’t be stopping until we get to the hotel. We have a tight schedule if we want to clean up and change and then get to the wedding on time.” They had the van packed and ready to go. Mr. Parker had topped off the fuel tank and it could easily go 400 miles on the highway without needing to be refilled.

Ashleigh, 19 years old, was home from college and was going with her family. Her favorite cousin was getting married. Her little sister, Sabrina, was only 6 years old. Sabrina was a late life baby who was unexpected but very welcome.

“Let’s get going. We’ll have very little time when we get to the hotel already. “ They climbed into the car and pulled out. Mrs. P said, “I have packed a nice lunch we can eat on the road. There is plenty of soda and water in the cooler. We won’t need to stop for anything. I hope you went to the bathroom just before we left. Ashleigh just made a noise, mumbled something about not being a baby, and sat back with her headphones on to listen to her music. Sabrina had a video in the van’s player to watch and she also used headphones so the noise was kept to a minimum.

About an hour into the trip Ashleigh started to fidget a bit. She was moving in her seat as though she was uncomfortable. Mrs. P glanced back to see what was the trouble and saw that Ashleigh’s hand was between her legs. Fifteen minutes later Ashleigh’s legs were bouncing up and down and going in and out. Mrs. P knew that Ashleigh needed to go and was even getting a little desperate. Finally Ashleigh said, “Can we stop at the next rest area? I need to pee.”
Mr. P answered, “You should have gone before we left. I know you did not because you were playing that computer game right until we loaded the van. You were told that we do not have time to make any stops.”
Ashleigh cried, “But I really need to go!”
“Well, you will just have to go in your pants. I am not stopping.”

A few minutes after they passed a sign that read, “REST AREA 2 MILES”. Ashleigh piped up, “See, there is a rest area coming up. I won’t take long to just run in and use the rest room. Please stop.” As she said this, Mr. P continued right past the exit without a word. Ashleigh yelled, “I really need to go. What about Sabrina? She’s just a little kid and she must need to pee soon.”

Mrs. P told Ashleigh, “Sabrina is still in night time diapers just as you were until you were seven. I had her use a diaper for this trip. She will be fine. If you need to go, just do it in your pants. You will feel much better and we will have some peace.”

Ashleigh could not believe what she had just heard her mother say. Another fifteen minutes passed with Ashleigh becoming more desperate. She really did not want to do this with her parents and sister right there. Then she felt another urge begin to assert itself. She thought, “Oh No! I hope I can hold this back until we arrive at the hotel.” Both urges became stronger. With her hand under her skirt and between her legs in an attempt to hold her pee, Ashleigh felt a dampness begin to enter her panties before she could clamp down to stop it. The need to poop was also getting stronger and she felt like the poo was starting to poke out. Ashleigh was involuntarily beginning to release some gas and could tell that it would be a smelly poop. She really wished she had listened to her mom and dad and used the bathroom before they left.

“Mom! I need to do more than just pee! Please make dad stop at the next rest area.” Her mother answered, “I already told you, just go to the bathroom in your pants. You can clean up at the hotel. After all, it won’t be the first time for you.”
What do you mean?” , Ashleigh cried.
“I know you have done it more than once since you went to school. In fact, I know you have done it in your pants since you have been home for the summer.”
“What are you talking about?” Ashleigh was starting to realize that she had not hidden her activities as well as she thought.
“I was doing laundry shortly after you came home. I found your dirty panties and even a pair of your white jeans that weren’t so white in the rear. I could not help but notice that most of your panties are well stained. I also found a pair of your shorts that are stained in a way that can only be from being peed in more than once.“
“Have you been snooping n my room? My room is my private area. You have no right to go in there when I’m gone.” She did not even try to deny what her mother had found.
“You need to know that you are still in our house. I will go where I want when I want. I was looking for laundry to do with ours. I was not snooping. If you leave them in the laundry bin I cannot help but see them. Anyways, like we said, just use your pants.”
“It’s going to smell!”
“We will deal with the smell. I am tired of your whining and won’t discuss this any longer. Besides, you are not the only one in this van who has needed to go.” Ashleigh wondered what her mother meant by that last remark. Probably that Sabrina had used her diaper, but how did mom know that?

Ashleigh still had her hand in her crotch and felt another stream of warm pee go into her panties. Again she was able to stop it. The urge was getting too strong and the next time she had a spasm was the end. She gasped as her panties began to get wetter. She could not stop the flow spreading through her panties and running to the seat of the van. The seats were covered with vinyl seat covers to protect them from Sabrina’s spills and accidents. The floor mats could easily be removed and cleaned so Mr. and Mrs. P did not worry about the van. Ashleigh felt the pee pool on her seat and soak into the rear of her panties. She was sitting on her skirt and knew it would be soaked. Suddenly Ashleigh felt the poo start to move. She tried to clamp down on her muscles but was unsuccessful. She knew she could not stop it so she lifted her rear a bit to let her poo slide more easily into her panties. Ashleigh indeed had done this in private many times and loved the feelings. This was the first time since she was Sabrina’s age that Ashleigh had pooped or peed her panties while anyone else was around. The fact that her mom and dad were right there and her sister was watching made it seem really weird but kind of sensual. And that her mother had known about this but not said anything until now, and then told her to do it, well that was just too much.

Ashleigh felt the hot mushy poop slide into her panties. She felt the panties tent out at the rear and the poop fill them. When she finally sat back down, the poop spread through her ass crack and up the front. She put her hand further down between her legs, feeling the wet gusset of her panties and then the soft much of the poop. The poop did not smell as bad as she had feared but it was noticeable so she opened the window. Mr. P turned the blower fan up to bring in more fresh air. Ashleigh looked at her sister to be sure she had gone back to watching the video. Her hand was still on her panties and she found her sensitive spot with her finger. Being careful to make no noise, she began to rub her crotch through the soaked and messy panties. Ashleigh looked out the window trying to look like she had resigned herself to her fate but all the while making herself feel really good down there. A couple of times she had to stifle a cry until she finally reached that ecstatic high that made it most difficult to contain herself. As she reached her silent orgasm she felt more pee go into her panties and felt them turn warm again. AS she came down from her high, Ashleigh could not believe what she had just done with her parents in the front seat. She had done this when alone in her own car and even with a friend who also had had a very messy and wet time in the car. She never would have believed that her own mother and father would tell her to use her panties instead of stopping at a restroom.

It was only another hour before they reached the hotel. Mr. P told Ashleigh to stay in the van until they had checked in. Then, with a jacket tied around her, they entered through the side door nearest the rooms. Ashleigh had to go up two floors of stairs because she did not want to go through the lobby to the elevators. She felt the sticky panties cling to her rear. By sitting in the car the poo was flattened against Ashleigh’s rear so the panties did not hang down to be visible below her skirt but the skirt had gotten wet and messy so it would be quite obvious to anyone who happened to look her way. Luckily they did not meet anyone on the way to the rooms. Mr. P had left all the van windows open to air out and returned to the van with towels to clean the seats where both Ashleigh and Mrs. P had wet them, and where Ashleigh had left poop stains.

Ashleigh and Sabrina had a room connected to their parent’s room by a door. Mr. and Mrs. P took Sabrina into their room to get her ready to attend the wedding. Sabrina was also quite messy. She had worn a diaper and had not made any fuss the whole trip. Mrs. P had also peed her panties at some time during the trip but no one else knew. This is what she had alluded to when talking to Ashleigh earlier. After all, if she was telling her daughter to use her panties, she may as well do the same. Only Mr. P was clean and dry.

Ashleigh immediately went into the bathroom and locked the door, They had about a half hour to get ready to go. Before getting undressed, Ashleigh dropped her skirt to the floor. Then she held her rear and pushed a bit. She felt another smaller load start to push out and felt the panties tent out once again as the hot poo filled them for the second time. Standing in the shower, Ashleigh relaxed completely and as her rear was filling with the poo, the crotch of her panties turned darker with fresh pee. The yellow pee, turned brown by all the poop it was mingling with, ran down her legs into the bathtub. She wanted to rub herself to another orgasm but there was no time now. She pealed the panties off of her bum, letting them drop with a plop to the tub. Then she picked them up, leaned out of the shower to empty the poop into the toilet and put the panties back on. She turned on the shower with her messy panties still on. She let the hot water rinse out her panties as she held the waistband out to catch the water. She turned around to do the same with the rear of the panties, enjoying the feeling of the water filling them before running out the bottom. Then she dropped the panties into the bathtub and continued to wash her rear, getting all of the poop off.

Ashleigh reached down to pick up the panties. They were totally stained with brown. Ashleigh needed to get moving because her dad was calling from their room. She filled the tub with water. Used a mini container of shampoo to soap up the panties and left them in the water to soak. Then, all fresh and clean, she joined her family to head to the wedding in plenty of time. She would no longer try to hide her stained undergarments from her mom. After all, she had been told to use her panties. She was looking forward to her new freedom to indulge herself at home.

The Smelly Accident

 

 

 

 

 

"I really have to go, Tom!"

It had been such a beautiful day. Huge crowds, great food, awesome beer. There were 3 stages and different musical acts nearly every hour. It was the biggest food festival in the east coast and Tina and I looked forward to this event all year. Even driving the 3 hrs to get there was a terrific adventure, as our route took us through some gorgeous scenery in the Adirondacks of New York state. This year was as good as it had ever been, with the vendors serving up some fantastic food at nearly every stall. The crowds were fierce, and the event seemed to have doubled in size since last year.

I had just eaten a garlic/chili dog and Tina was in the middle of her own snack when she informed me of her immediate need. We scanned the grounds in search of the nearest rest rooms or port-a-potties.

"There", I said as I pointed across the way. "It looks like a bank of portables over there."

"I need to hurry, Tom, I shouldn't have waited so long. I need to GO."

"Can you make it that far, Tina?"

"I'm going to have to try. I don't have a lot of other options"

She had a point. We dumped our garbage in a bin as we started to fight through the crowds to get to the portables. I could tell she was in desperation mode, just from the way she was walking.

"Geeze, Tina, I thought you went a little while ago." We had both visited the bathrooms during a break in the music an hour or so ago. "That beer must have gone right through you."

We continued to jostle our way through the throngs of folks.

"I DID, Tom. I have to, you know.... Please, let's just hurry, ok?"

Oh man.

By the time we got to the bank of portables, she was unquestionably cramping up. One look at the lines told me that this was not going to be a short wait. I looked at her and saw only desperation.

"Pick a line, Tina."

"I can't WAIT that long," she whispered to me. "I need to go NOW."

"Well, this is your only option, babe. Pick a line. Or maybe you can ask to cut in front of someone else, if you can't wait."

She was in trouble. I watched as she scanned the lines and then turned every which way to search for another option. She bit her lip and then nearly dragged me away from the portables, towards a line of trailers.

"Where are you GOING, Tina? There are no bathrooms over there..."

"I can't wait, Tom. I'm about to poop my pants, I can't wait for a potty. Oh GOD..."

We raced to the back side of the trailers. I knew she was looking for a place to squat and had hoped that it would be deserted behind there, but no luck. People, it seemed, were everywhere. I watched her eyes widen with the realization that she had no way out of her predicament.

"I can't hold it, Tom...oooohhhh, I can't..."

And without further words she resigned herself to her fate. She backed up to the nearest trailer and looked at me as she started to go in her pants. There we were, in plain sight of anyone and everyone, and she was slowly filling her pants with her smelly poop.

"I'm sorry, Tom...I tried to hold it..."

"It's ok, Tina. No one will know. I don't see anyone watching you. It's ok."

I watched her with fascination, and found myself secretly enjoying her embarrassment and her situation. Was I getting hard watching this? I looked around and did see a few people looking at us strangely. Did they know? Could they tell that she was taking a shit right there where she stood? I could smell her waste now. I was sure that she had a big stinky pile in there and it was probably staining through to her pants now.

"It's ok, Tina. No one knows."

"YOU know, Tom...I'm SO embarrassed...I really needed to go and now I've pooped my pants and everyone will know." I'm sorry, Tom..." She stepped towards me and she lay her head in my shoulder.

I'm not sure what came over me at that very instant, but I took her in my arms and held her, I held my wife, her pants full of shit, and I spoke the words that I knew would not comfort her. I don't know why I said what I did.

"You're right Tina. Everyone WILL know. You've gone and pooped your pants. I bet there's a big brown stain there now. It smells, too. Everyone is going to know."

I continued holding her as I felt her tense with the realization that I was right. She would need to walk through those people with her panties and stretch pants full of her shit, and they would know. They would all know.

"Oh my god, lets get out of here, Tom. Walk behind me and lets find the car."

I stood close behind her and we walked through the people and headed towards the exit. Her shit smelled strong and earthy. I glanced down as we walked and saw the bulge of waste as it pushed her stretchy pants out from the crack of her ass. And they were stained, alright. She had shat a big load. We passed people and I could see their occasional looks of revulsion as they realized what they smelled and where that smell came from. As we neared the exit, the crowd got tighter around us and then people would back away from us as they smelled her shit. We walked through the exit and headed for the car. I took a chance and backed off to really look at the mess in her pants. The stain was unmistakable. It was nasty, it was amazing. My wife had just taken a shit right in her pants, in public, no less, and it was turning me on.

"Why are you looking there? I can't believe you!"

"I'm looking at my sexy wife, with her pants full of shit. You pooped your pants, Tina. Right in front of EVERYONE." I smirked as I said it, and she whirled around with accusing eyes and told me to go to hell. But there was a spark of mischief in her eyes as she spoke those words.

"It's a mess, honey. But what's worse is you probably have to pee, too. I mean, all that beer must have gone through you by now!" and I chuckled. "I know that if I'm drinking, and I open the taps once, it sure comes again fast."

"Go fuck yourself! I don't find this funny at all, Tom. And yes...I DO have to pee."

We were close to where the car was parked and no one was nearby, so I said my piece.

"Then why don't you complete the picture, babe. Piss in your poopy pants, too. Piss right now. Right here. Make them wet. You might as well..."

"You would LIKE, that, wouldn't you? You'd get a THRILL from that, you sick bastard!"

"As a matter of fact, I would...But you don't have the guts."

And then she backed away a step, leaned against an SUV, and defiantly said,

"Watch me."

I looked at the crotch of her grey pants and saw the dark stain begin, then start to spread. She bent her knees a bit and the torrent of her yellow rain escaped to run down her thighs. I watched as it dripped from the material to the ground. She turned during her piss and I saw that the seat of her pants were brown and now completely wet with the addition of her latest toilet.

"Do you like that, Tom? Do you like to see me wet myself? Do you like to see my shit filled panties get wet with my piss? You are a sick puppy if you like this. Fuck you."

"Fuck you, too, Tina. Now pull 'em down. Show me your dirty panties.." I took the two steps and grabbed the seat of her pants and pushed, squishing her sloppy mess back against her ass.

She slapped my hand away without turning and then unbuttoned herself. She grabbed the waistband of her pants and shimmied them down across her thighs and stepped out of them. The pile of wet shit weighed her panties down, sagging them.

"Do you like that, Tom? Do like to see my dirty wet, filled panties?

And she turned to face me.

"I do. Now finish it, Tina."

She smirked at me and then pulled her shit filled, wet panties down, streaking the poop along the inside and back of her legs as she removed them. Once they were down, she stepped out of them, spread her legs and bent towards me. She grabbed the sides of her ass and pulled them apart and proceeded to wipe herself off on the corner of the bumper of the shiny black SUV. Once, twice she wiped. Once done, we walked hand in hand down the row to our car, leaving her pants and panties on the ground for the lucky SUV owner to find. She got in her side and sat on the plastic that covered the seat.

As we pulled out of the parking lot, I told her I loved her, but she was too busy masturbating to hear me.

Next time, it will be my turn.

Daily Dump Stories

 

 

 

 

 Rhonda's Stories


(September 26, 1996)

I just found this place and I think it might be the place for me. I'm a panty pooper and wetter. I love to fill my panties as often as I can. I am sitting here right now at my computer filling the seat of my panties and pants. It really feels hot when I do this. Do any of you out there feel the same way as I do about filling your panties? I have been caught more than once with a load in my panties and it just makes me very excited when that happens. I also wet them just about every day and have also been caught in dripping panties several times. Last week I was at the movie and didn't want to miss the end so I ended up wetting and pooping right in my seat. I sure feel sorry for the next person who sat there. But it was sure fun for me to do it. I have a friend Terry that also loves to wet her pants. She hasn't tried pooping them yet but she keeps saying she will one day soon. I'll let you know when she does. I hope I have inspired others to share some accidents here!

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(October 3, 1996)

I just woke up and I had to poop so I did it in the bed. I wasn't wearing any panties so it just went in my night gown and all over the sheet. It was a firm one though so it really didn't make that big of a mess. It felt very hot and exciting laying there in my mess, though. So I just had to rub myself to an orgasm. When I did that I also peed at the same time and that really made a big mess of my bed and night gown. It's a good thing I have a water proof cover on my bed so the mattress doesn't get wet and messy. I just got out of the shower and put my sheets in the washer. I'm off work today so I will probably have a little more fun later.

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(October 4, 1996)

It was really embarrassing for me at the time but I can talk about it now. This happened over a year ago. It was Saturday and I was just being lazy lying around the house. I was starting to feel the need to poop and I wanted to do it in my panties. I was dressed just in my panties and bra. I had been watching TV and I could really feel the pressure building. I squatted in the living room and started to push and began filling my panties. I was right in the middle when I heard a knock on the door. I couldn't answer it for sure and I couldn't stop pooping either. So I just froze there and continued to fill my panties. The knock came again only this time my next door neighbor stuck her head through and looked right at me. There I was white panties sticking out still going in the seat. She gasped and just stood their with her mouth wide open. I didn't say a word, there was nothing I could say that would explain what I was doing. I was still frozen and in shock when she finally said "Rhonda, I'm sorry I'll see you later." She left and I went on and finished what I was doing and wasn't looking forward to seeing her at all. I figured I better face her though and after I cleaned up I went over to her Apt. I said I'm sorry about what happened this morning I guess I better explain. She said "No, I'm sorry for busting in on you like that. You were in your own house and it's none of my business what you do there. So please I'm so sorry for embarrassing you like that and I'm sure you would like to forget what happened."

I said "I really do" so we didn't mention it again. I still feel funny when I see her even now and she has seen me a few more times since coming home with a load in my pants.

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(October 21, 1996)

I have been pooping my panties for the past six months and there are a few more of us out their that still pee and poop our pants and panties all the time. I just love the naughty feeling of dropping a load in my panty seat and do it at least three times a week I also just love to wet my panties and I wet them and the bed every day. I also like getting caught with a load in my panties or getting caught at the laundry matt when some one sees the stains in my dirty panties. that happen to me this weekend I went to the laundry and my basket fell off the table and all my close went all over the floor there was another women there and she was helping me pick things up and she gave me some very strange looks as she saw all the stains in my panties there were four pair of messy panties in the pile and she saw all of them. She didn't say anything but she sure wanted to I know. I was red as a beet as she was looking at my dirty panties and was creaming the panties I was wearing. Before I got home I wet my pants in my car and rubbed myself off as I was driving. I also felt the need to poop and as soon as I got in the house I just stood there and totally filled my panties and pants then I went in lay on the bed and masturbated through my messy panties. I really needed a shower after that and climbed in the shower with all my clothes still on. This is a normal thing for me and I do it all the time.

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(October 21, 1996)

I have been a panty wetter since I was a teenager but I only started pooping my pants 6 months ago. My first experience was an accident and this is what happened. I had just left work and I should have went poop before I left. I thought I was sure I could make it home though. I was doing just fine until I ran into the traffic jam from hell. The cars were all stopped and no-one was going anywhere. Everyone was out of there cars standing watching the accident. They were landing a chopper on the freeway it was a very big accident. I got out of my car also when I did though I felt a little poop do into the seat of my panties. I quickly got back in my car and remained sitting there. I was trying to keep control but I was really not able to. I finally gave up the fight lifted my butt off the seat and just let myself go in my pants. I didn't like the smell at all but the feeling was really hot and exciting. I felt so naughty sitting there with my panties full of poop I couldn't even wait to get home I started to rub myself off in the car. I could feel the poo spreading up into my crotch and between my legs. I couldn't help myself I also started to wet my already stained pants it was hot and very messy. When I got home I headed for the bathroom and when I saw myself in the mirror I became very excited and peed again. I had to jump in the shower with all my cloths on but it was well worth the mess I made, the satisfaction it gave me. If any of the dump readers haven't tried this I say don't knock it till you try it. It's really wild! I know I am hooked for life and I'll never give this up.

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(October 21, 1996)

I pooped my swimsuit this summer when I was camping. I was at a very nice lake area and stayed in my swimsuit most of the time. I had wet it several times that day and it was not only wet but if you looked closely you could see the stain had a yellow cast to it. My suit was still damp and I had to poop pretty bad so I headed for the rest room. Well it was one of those porta potties and I hate those things. I walked up to it and when I opened the door it was such a mess I just couldn't use it so I headed for the next one. When I got there there was a long line of both men and women waiting to get in.

I thought I would be able to hold out but the line moved really slow. And before I got my turn I started to fill my swimming panties with a large load of poop. Several people saw what I did and there were a few rude remarks about my condition. I just headed back to my tent and changed myself for the first time the whole weekend. I was glad I at least had running water in my camp sight so I could clean up the mess.

I did notice a few guys getting excited by my accident though and one other women even came over and talked to me about what I did and told me the same thing had happened to her before. I ended up meeting some really nice people because of my accident.

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(October 22, 1996)

I can hear a soft crackle sound in my panties as it starts to spread it feels sooooo good as the load moves into my crotch I'm really excited everyone can share this experience with me it's a firm load so it's not leaking through my panties and pantyhose yet! I'm standing as I type this to you and it's still spreading in the seat of my pants. I just started to wet them and made a large puddle on the floor and it is in my shoes and all down my pantyhose. There is still more poop coming out of me. I told you it was a big one. God, I can't believe how much a small person like myself can hold. I am still going and I feel more there.

I just finished and you wouldn't believe how much I did in my panties I looked in the mirror and I have a huge bulge in my pantyhose. In fact, my skirt even sticks out in the back. I am also soaked all the way down my legs. Unbelievable what a naughty girl I am right now pooping on the Internet. This is really a wild turn on. No-one can see me but lots of people know what I just did.

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(October 22, 1996)

I like to get caught sometimes so I stage my accidents when another women will catch me at it. I have pooped in the movies, at the mall, in the beauty salon. I was leaving that time and only one person knew what happened. I also do it sometimes when I'm talking on the phone. The person has no Idea what I'm doing but I get a thrill out of it any way. One of the other things I do is poop my panties and then run for the bathroom and I have been caught in there a few times with a load in my panties. It's funny, most people feel sorry for you and don't say a word or if they do they tell you about a similar thing that happened to them. That has happened a few times where a woman will tell me about a time when she wet or pooped her panties when they see what I have done in mine. In fact that's how I met my friend who poops her panties with me sometimes. Her name is Catty. I see her about three times a month. I will see if she can come over Friday morning and join us.

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(October 23, 1996)

This is a true story it happened about five weeks ago. I was shopping with my friend Cathy. We were in a mall I had already peed my panties slowly walking around. I was wearing a skirt so it didn't show. I was wet all down my legs though Cathy new I had wet my panties and was having a good time at my expense. We were in the middle of the mall and she said lets go to the card shop. So we walked over there wasn't anybody in the store except the girl at the checkout. Cathy headed toward the back of the store and picked up a card to read. I was standing next to her and heard a fart escape, she didn't look up but I was sure what I heard. Then I looked at her face and I knew what was happening I heard a soft crackling sound and I am very familiar with that. I knew she was pooping her pants. She was wearing light blue slacks and I stepped back a little and sure enough there was a lump forming in them. She was leaning a little so it filled the right side of her pants, then she leaned the other way and filled the left side just as much as the right. She stood there kind of frozen and kept pooping her panties. I was really excited by this but I knew she was in trouble. There was no way you could not know she had just pooped her pants, the load was big and some was leaking through. She then turned and leaned against the counter and flattened the bulge in her pants. It pretty much did the job of hiding what she had just done except for a small brown stain on her butt. We walked out of the store and headed for the car and to my utter surprise she got away with out being noticed. When we got home I had to drive with the windows down. The smell was bad. I helped her get cleaned up but not before I put my hand on the seat and squished it a little more.

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(October 25, 1996)

Cathy just pooped her pants. She made a big mess in the seat of them. She said she just couldn't hold it any longer. I am watching it coming out of her right this minute. I am almost in the same boat right now. I can feel mine starting. God I can't stop it. I guess I just waited too long. Mine is very soft and runny this time. I have poop running down my legs and it's mixing with the pee that is already on the floor. All I can say is it's a good thing I have tile on this floor and not carpet or I would be replacing the carpet. I'm really sorry I couldn't hold on for the right time but I couldn't help myself, this really was an accident this time.

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(October 28, 1996)

Cathy and I had a great time Friday night. She decided to say over with me. We stayed in our poopy panties for about 45 minutes and then headed for the shower. We both washed each other. That was fun. I had her come with me to the laundry matt on Saturday and a few people saw our stained panties and my very messy pants. It was very noticeable I had peed and pooped them after the laundry we went to the movies. and both of us wet in our seats before we left. We were wearing dark pants so you couldn't really tell we had done it but we both left our large coke in the seat although it had passed through us.

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(October 30, 1996)

I wet the bed in my sleep last night. I am a bed wetter. Sometimes I must admit though when it happens I don't use the bathroom before going to bed and when I don't I wake up in a very wet bed. That's what happened this morning. I knew I didn't need to go to work today. I woke up this morning, felt the need to poop, and pooped the bed. Since I didn't need to work today I thought I would just play at home. I had already peed through the night and since I needed to change the sheets anyway I just lay there and made a big mess in the bed and rubbed myself the whole time. I rolled on my side still soaking wet and just started to push. In about 30 seconds I felt my poop sliding out and pushing out the seat of my panties. When I was finished I peed again and had a good size load on my right cheek. I then rolled back on my back and just let it spread across my butt. I like to open and close my legs just to get more of a wet and messy feeling and that makes a pretty big mess of my panties bed and me! While I am still doing this I put my hand on my self and rub through the wet and soiled panties until I have a orgasm. Sometimes I have more then one. That was the case this morning. I had a least three before I got out of bed and headed for the shower. My night gown was stained with pee and poo and my panties were a total mess. I had poop all over my ass and between my legs. I am careful not to get any in my pussy though because that can cause problems. I do end up with poop all over myself though and I mean my hands and legs. I'm really glad we're all wash and wear people. After my shower I am a sweet and sexy female and if anyone saw me they would have no Idea what I did this morning. It really makes me feel naughty and nasty doing this though. I know I'll never stop.

I'm going to the laundry today I'll let you know if anyone sees the stains on my panties or sheets. I'm sure they will because I don't try to hide them. I have had some very embarrassing experience's doing this But I also met some people into wetting and messing over the years. I don't go to a local laundry so if it turns out bad I never see that person again anyway.

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(October 31, 1996)

I am still sitting here soaked and will be heading for the shower soon I like it when I do it but it tends to get cold too fast. I sometimes pee some and save some just to warm it up a little. I didn't do that this time I just soaked myself all the way and there is none left so when it gets cold I'll take off my jeans and climb into the shower. My urine doesn't have a strong smell to it I guess because I drink a lot of water. It is really mild.

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(November 4, 1996)

I went to the laundry with my friend Cathy on Saturday and it turned out to be very interesting. We both went in with our baskets of dirty laundry and Cathy set hers down right next to another lady. She was in her 20's and good looking. Cathy started pulling out her clothes to separate the whites from the colors. And as she was making two separate piles this lady was watching her. She had already pulled out three pair of pee stained panties and Cathy was great she would hold them up for a second and look at the stains and sigh a little. I was on the other table but got to see every thing that happened and it was making me excited! Next she pulled out a pair of panties that had a large poop stain in the seat and also a wet stain in the crotch.

This lady wasn't saying any thing but she didn't take her eye's off of the show Cathy was putting on for her. Then she pulled out a pair of light pants that had a big wet stain on the crotch and seat and she held them up and looked at both sides. I was really enjoying the spectacle she was making of herself and kept wondering what the woman was thinking. I was sure when she saw mine she would probably ask if she were on candid camera or something. I was just to embarrassed to pull out my stained things at the same time so I went and got a coke and just watched as Catty finally loaded her clothes in the machines. She sat down on a chair and asked me what I was waiting for. I didn't know what to say so I just said I wanted to finish my coke first. She was having fun with me by then seeing I was embarrassed and said you shouldn't drink all that coke you'll probably wet your pants again. I turned about three shades of red and was at a loss for words. So now this lady probably figured all those wet things were mine and they weren't I had my own basket full of wet panties sheets and skirts not to mention my messy stained panties and the sheets with the poop stains on them. I thought I was going to die.

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(November 8, 1996)

I am sitting here typing this with a load in my panties I was out for a while this morning I had to take my car to get fixed I took it to the shop and while I was waiting there I had a very strong urge to poop I was trying to hold off till I got home but that just didn't happen. I was standing in the waiting area when all at once I loaded my panties I was wearing jeans so as it came out it slid into my crotch and there was a stain on my butt. I kept to one side of the waiting area and continued to load the seat of my pants. I also wet them a little it just happens when I poop I always pee too.

I was just like a big baby as I stood there with my pants full of poop and pee the mechanic came in and said my car would be ready in about ten min. I had to walk up to the counter and pay for the repairs and I know he could tell what I had just done The smell was really strong and the load felt like it was sticking out. I didn't look I just knew it was.

When I went to get in my car he handed me a plastic cover for my seat and said I think you need this honey. I turned red as a beet and put the plastic on my seat and climbed in I was really embarrassed and excited at the same time. I had a orgasm in my car on the way home and I haven't changed my pants yet so there is still a big load in the seat of my pants although it was flattened out from me sitting on it.

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(November 10, 1996)

I had the runs yesterday and pooped my panties four times. Didn't need to take E-lax. I must have had something that didn't agree with me. I first pooped the bed in the morning then as I was laying there masturbating in it I peed and before I was finished I pooped a second time. I really made a mess of my sheets. I got up took a shower and changed my sheets. I had coffee and went to the laundry to wash my sheets and other cloths. I had just got everything in the washers when I felt I was going to mess again. I did, I messed my pants right in the laundry matt in front of three other women. I couldn't stay like that so I went home, changed, and came back. I brought my dirty pants and panties which I had wet also and threw them in another washer. By the time I got back my washing was ready for the dryer and two of the women were still there and didn't say anything but gave me a few funny looks that's for sure.

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(November 11, 1996)

I have been reading all the posts with great interest and I'm very happy to see so many of us come out of the closet and admit we love to fill our panties. I know for sure I can't go a week without dropping a load in my panties or in my bed. I pooped them five times over the weekend. I had the runs and most of them were really accidents although I like to have accidents in my pants. I probably could have avoided three of them but I didn't. I also pooped the bed last night again I really love doing that and I will wet at the same time I poop. I did a pretty good poop last night and played in my poopy bed for over an hour before I changed the sheets. I like to poop then open and close my legs and spread the mess between my legs I also masturbate when I am pooping and I end up with poop on my hands. I did last night. I had poop all over my night gown and I was also soaked down my legs and up my back. My pink nightly was stained with pee and poop and really looks messy.

I don't care though I can get the stains out and do it all the time. Another thing I like to do is poop when I'm wearing pantyhose. That always turns me on as the poo slides down my legs and they get wet to my feet.

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(November 20, 1996)

I thought I would share a wetting and pooing I saw yesterday. I stopped at wall mart on the way home from work yesterday. You can tell it's getting close to the holidays. The place was a zoo, but I needed to pick up a few things so I braved the animals. I was in the drug dept. when I saw this very attractive women about 30 looking at the adult diapers. This caught my eye and I quickly looked to see if she was wearing one. I was sure she wasn't because she had on tight white pants and you could see her panty lines. I figured the diapers must have been for someone other than her. I was just about to continue my shopping when I noticed her hopping from one foot to another. So I decided to stick around for another min. or so and see what happened. As I was watching she looked around to see if anyone was looking she couldn't see me and there were no other people around right then. She stooped down and with her back towards me I saw a stream of pee running out from her crotch and the seat of her white pants became transparent from her pee soaking them. She made a large puddle on the floor and I was really enjoying the show she was putting on for me. I started to wet my pants a little as I was watching although mine didn't show. I was wearing very dark pants. I looked over at her and for some reason she was still squatting and I soon found out why the seat of her pants started to grow and you could see the poop filling them. She just kept pushing and when she was finished she had a large load in her white panties. They were stained both brown and yellow from her wetting and messing them. The next thing I saw was a security guard and the store mgr. walking toward me. They went right up to the lady and escorted her to a office behind customer service. I waited around for a while to see what would happen when I saw the woman being escorted out of the store by the manager. He walked her to her car a I heard him say she was not allowed in their store again. I was parked right next to her car and when the mgr. left. I looked over and saw her rubbing herself in the car. I found a new friend but how could I approach her? I walked around to the side of my car next to hers and made sure she saw me. When I knew she was looking I squatted down and peed my pants all the way and then filled them with a big load of poo. I put my hand on my pants and started to rub the mess I made and looked right at her as I was doing so. She smiled, opened her door and said it's a good thing you waited till you were in the parking lot to do that or you might have been thrown out of the store like I was. In fact, they were going to call the police on me for having a accident in their store. She said she had been caught on camera peeing and pooping her pants. She said that was a first for her to be caught on camera. She invited me to sit in her car and I went. We were both really smelly and we didn't stay there long. I asked her if she wanted to come to my house to get changed. She declined but we did exchange phone numbers. That was a wild experience for me. She also told me she knew I was watching her when she did it in the store and she has done that before. But had never been caught on camera in her life and was very embarrassed by that. Hope you like this it really happened just like I wrote and I can't wait to hear from some other panty poopers today.

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(November 22, 1996)

Hi all Cathy was over to my apt. last night and I told her about the woman I met at Wall Mart. She said she had a great idea for us, and then related her first panty pooping experience to me. Cathy said this happened when she was 15 and in high school. Cathy and four of her friends were having a sleep over at her house. Her parents were out for the night so they had the house to them selves till about midnight. She said they were all talking and having a good time and like girls do most of the talking was about other girls at school. One of the girls mentioned this girl at school named Sherry who had on several occasions wet her pants at school. They were all joking about it.

When Sue said I wonder what it would be like to wet your pants, they all started daring each other to try it. Well Sue stood up and did it, she actually wet her pants right in front of the rest. That was just the start.

The next thing that happened was Joyce while sitting on the floor peed her pants. By this time all the girls were getting into this so Sue stood up put her hands on her hips and started to push. She was having a little trouble getting started. She didn't give up though and with all the girls in the room cheering her on pushed again this time really hard. Well that was a mistake she said she did manage to wet her pants to the cheers of her friends but at the same time because she pushed so hard she also pooped them. She said she wanted to die right there as all her friends realized what she had done. She also said that once her poop started coming there was no stopping it. Her friends were shocked at first but something happened after the shock was over that she said led to her first bi experience.

What happened next Cathy said as I was on the edge of my seat was Sue said that looks like fun and stood up and filled her pants with a large load of poo. Cathy said that that took the attention off of her and made her feel a little better about what happened. After that one of the other girls filled her pants and then there were three of them with poopy wet pants. One of the girls didn't poop but did wet her pants. Cathy said it was quite a sight -- five girls in wet pants and four of them had pooped. She said they played follow the leader and did some things that caused the poop to spread in their pants. Then they decided they better start cleaning up before their parents returned. So they got in the shower in pairs and peeled off there dirty things right in the shower with one girl helping the other wash. Cathy said her and Sue took a shower together and while they were in there they both masturbated each other and had a good time. That was her first of many experiences with Sue.