Panty Poo In Timbuktu

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Posted by CFW on December 21, 1999 at 07:21

Panty Poo In Timbuktu

George had been with her all afternoon totally unaware that Leslie had a big turd in the seat of her panties. He never would have known either had he not snuck a peek up her short skirt when she climbed the steps to her home, carelessly bending to retrive droped keys, for that instant forgetting that she had shit her panties, and this after having been so careful.

Suddenly remembering, Leslie quickly straightened up while tugging at the back of her skirt, cursing herself for having worn it so short. But when she looked around George was already walking to his car, he waved goodby over the roof before getting and driving away. Leslie breathed a sigh of relief as she went in, having made it home without being found out. It probably wouldn't be the best thing for their budding relationship if he found out that his sixteen year old girlfriend still had an accidents in her panties.

Seeing what Leslie had done, George had quickly turned away saving them both a moment of embarrassment. He had seen it alright, but couldn't believe that Leslie had actually shit herself. She is so incredibly beautiful, he must be mistaken. Turning the first corner from Leslie's house he stopped at the curb, leaning over to where she had sat and sniffed the car seat. There was a definate odour of shit detectable, the seat was also damp and another faint smell told him that Leslie had pissed herself as well.

Leslie ran straight up to her bedroom and closed the door examining herself in the mirror. She had to see if her mess was readily detectable, if anyone could tell that she had crapped herself and again wished that her light summer wrap skirt wasn't so short. The full length mirror angled back slightly gave a bit of an upward view. Leslie's face flushed a little when she saw the knob of the bottom end of her poo saging her pink panties down an inch or so between her legs.

Also, at the upper cresent of her rounded butt cheeks there was a visable lump in the back of her skirt. She undid the ties, removing her skirt to inspect her panties. Her stool was quite large, about eight inches long, and over two inches thick. It was really solid, having remained in one huge piece stuck in the cleft of her ass, laying all the way from the gusset of her high cut pink briefs up toward the waist band.

With it's realitive dryness the dark brown poop didn't stain through the seat of her panties, although in the front there were several irregular patterned yellow-brown rings from the three times she had peed in them. The big log in Leslie's panties looked like an English cucumber formed into an elongated "C" up the crack of her bum. She took off her shoes and the tight dark pink halter top she had on and went into the batroom in her pink panties and bra.

When Leslie pulled down her panties her long shit stayed in them and she was able to just tip it into the toilet, flushing it away in two tries. Inside the seat of her panties were only slightly stained. She washed them out in the sink, then squating in the tub thoroughly cleaned herself before running a bubble bath. Soaking in the tub Leslie thought back through the day remembering her accident and carefull efforts to not be discovered.

When George got home he went directly to his room. Laying on the bed he tried to piece together his day with Leslie, attempting to pinpoint exactly when she had crapped in her panties and found it odd that he was hard. He thought about how pretty she is, short, and though a bit chubby her body is smooth and shapely. Her light brown hair cut to shoulder length, Leslie has big brown eyes and a large bright smile. She is beautiful George thought shoving a hand into his pants.

He thought of how she was dressed. He could see a bit of cleavage, and her bra straps showed in the the tight pink halter top she wore. Her little skirt had a light brown background with big flowers on it that were dark brown, beige and white, with a few shades of maron and pink. She wore brown chunky high heeled sandals with many little straps from her painted toes to over her ankles, and carried a little brown leather purse across her shoulder military style.

George mulled over every incident of the day from when he picked her up and they drove to the world theme park, till he dropped her off and he saw the big shit in the seat of her panties. He remembered her needing to go to the bathroom around eleven but deciding to wait till after they ate because of the lineups. She seemed desperate just before it rained he remembered. The rain came on quick and they were stuck under an awning in the Timbuktu theme area during the down pour that lasted no more than twenty minutes.

Leslie was shivering and he thought she was cold although the day was really warm. He held her and remembered that she seemed jumpy and nervous, very fidgety and shaking periodically. That's when she must have done it George reasoned, because now that he thought about it Leslie didn't need to go to the bathroom any more after that and she kept fussing with the back of her tiny skirt. Wow! She shit her panties right in front of me he thought. Ahhh aaaaaahhh! George came in his hand.

Leslie needed to make a bowel movement the day before but nervousness due to this date with George had her constapated. In the morning she could feel a big hard turd inside of her, right at her bum hole and tried to go, even pulling her bum cheeks apart while leaning forward and straining, but it still wouldn't come out. She could even touch it with her finger, maybe it's just because it was so large that she was having problems going Leslie had figured.

On the drive there and after walking around for a few hours Leslie felt that she could go poop now and also had to pee but the lineups to the toilets were incredibly long so she decided to wait. After eating she knew that she would be able to go for sure, the burger, fries and coke she consumed had did the trick. And now she thought that she was going to go in her panties as they tried to find a washroom where the line wasn't so long.

It was sunny and hot before the rain suddenly came up, sunny and hot after as well. Walking up to Timbucktu Leslie could feel the huge poop already in her opening, ever so slowly
moving toward her panties. She tried but couldn't stop it and and if they didn't find a washroom, like right away, that is where her big turd was going to end up. She had pooped her panties lots of times before, as recently as last week at school, but she sure didn't want George to know that.

When the clouds burst and theywere stuck under an awning Leslie knew that it was too late. Like it or not she was going to shit in her panties, the only question was could she do it infront of George without him knowing. Leslie tried to relax and just let it come out. Her log was large, solid and dry, and seemed to take forever. Her bum ring was stretched to the maximum, and she squirmed around trying to find the most comfortably position but the urge to push was almost overpowering.

Her panties were a spandex-lycra material which is highly stretchable, even so Leslie's poop was eventually halted by their resistance. She snuck a feel and was shocked at it's size, her panties were stretched out tent pole like, inches beyond what her short skirt could cover. She somehow had to work it up into the crack of her ass in order to hide it under her skirt.

Someone hollering at George provided a diversion. Leslie quickly reached with both hands working the solid turd upwards in the seat of her panties as she held her breath, flexed her belly and pushed, all at the same time. She could feel it moving again, snaking out and up into her bum crack inside her panties. It took several secretive pushes while George was busy yelling across to another person trapped in the rain before Leslie's huge shit was completely exited and nestled firmly in the seat of her panties hidden from view up under her short skirt.

She had another problem as well. Straining to empty her bowels caused Leslie to lose several squirts of pee. The front of her panties were saturated and Leslie felt as if the flood gates were about to open. With George's back still to her while he talked to the other guy, Leslie took a chance. She parted her legs a little bit and let go a stream of piss, just enough to take the pressure off, then quickly wiped the crotch of her panties with her hand.

A bit later, finding herself alone between racks of clothes Leslie had the opertunity to fully relieve herself. She spread her legs out wide and pissed through her panties for nearly a minute, leaving quite a large puddle on the floor.
And then later sitting at a picnic table peed on the grass as George stood in line to get them some refreshments. Leslie spent the remainder of the day enjoying her date while trying to be extra careful about sitting and bending in such a short skirt.

Leslie got out of the tub and dressed in clean underwear, a white teeshirt and grey sweat pants, going downstairs to watch television. That's the last accident I'm going to have she resolved, thinking about how on edge she had been all afternoon. But it was a short lived resolution because three days later comming home from school, Leslie crapped her panties on the bus.

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