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Posted by CFW on October 28, 1999 at 07:55

Ashley's Accident

So what if somewhere along the road Ashley's exceptional good looks helped her to advance in her career. The point is that her hard work and business savy is what keeps her on top in a predominately male field. So she would have been a fool indeed to not use her beauty to her own advantage. Not that she slept with the boss or anything like that but Ashley kept herself up to the point that when she walked into the room everyone took notice.

Ashley exercised her shapely body rigorously. Her hair, nails and makeup always done to perfection. And she dressed in a classy business like fashion, conservative yet sexy. For instance today Ashley's long blond hair was pulled off of her pretty face in a french braid. Her makeup was not over done. Her light blue suit over a plain white blouse was middle of the road, although the tight skirt over hung with a longish blazer was a bit short, stopping above mid thigh.

Even her underwear today was rather simple, plain white high waisted lycra panties and matching bra, shear beige pantyhose. The only thing the least bit racy were the dark blue shoes she wore as they had a four inch heel. But no matter how Ashley dressed she always looked sexy and beautiful, she just couldn't help but to do so.

Being a high powered executive in a large firm wasn't without it's disadvantages. The hours were long, the work load heavy, and the stress level high. Ashley is efficient and so could handle the work, but the stress got to her. Although masking it well in the office Ashley was prompted to explore various coping mechanism. She smoked and drank coffee and alcohal to excess. She had a prescription for her nerves and suffered from migraines.

The only person who knew of Ashley's vunerability was her husband Derrick. Derrick was strong, not just physically but more in his character. He was a rock and not swayed by the pressures of society so Ashley knew that she could count on him whenever she faultered, confident that he would be there for her no matter what.

Ashley's professional facade was froth with peculiar ideosyncrasies. For instance, she hardly ever used the women's washroom at her workplace and then only to pee and only if she absolutely had to. She only ever made a bowel movement at home in her own washroom, sometimes coming home in mid afternoon to do so. On odd occasions when they were out for the evening Derrick would have to bring her home so she could go poop and he never made an issue of it, just excepting it as the way she was.

This particularely long day which culminated in a two hour executive meeting after everyone else had gone home found Ashley needing to use the bathroom rather badly. She drove home with a hand buried deep between her legs, her crotch already a bit wet from the few squirts of urine that had escaped into her panties. She could feel heat and pressure at her urethra as if it were about to explode. And even worse Ashley needed to make a bowel movement. She had to go all day but couldn't get away and now with her pressing need to pee she was desperate to take a shit.

Ashley could feel her sphincter muscle quaking in spasm as she fought to keep it closed against the large fecal mass caked inside of her. She could feel the sweat between her bum cheeks and the pressure of her skirt's waist band against her hard tummy. Ashley had been desperate to go to the bathroom before but never like this. Biginning to think that she wasn't going to make it home but actually have an accident in her panties Ashley stepped on the gas peddle.

With not even a sigh of relief as she pulled in the driveway Ashley jumped out of her car and ran to the front door fumbling with her keys to unlock it. Bouncing while pressing her knees together, her hand still in her crotch, Ashley began to panic dropping her keys. She bent to pick them up and stopped cold. The last remains of her control lost Ashley felt her annus suddenly open and heard a soft crackling noise as a warm poop moved from her bowels and into the seat of her white panties.

At the same time the flood gates opened and pee poured through her panties darkening the front of her light blue skirt and cascaded down between her legs. She began to sob uncontrolably as she stood there frosen in a slightly crouched position while a puddle spred out from her feet on the concrete porch. Heaving with her sobs Ashley's bowels emtied completely until a simmering mass of warm, semi hard
poop filled her underwear and bulged out perceptively in the seat of her tight skirt.

The door opened and Derrick found his wife with tears rolling down her beautiful face while standing in a large puddle of her own pee. He saw the front of her skirt soaked from her accident and could smell what she had done in the seat of her panties. He scooped Ashley up in his arms and carried her up to the bathroom where he promptly undressed her, and clean the caked poop from her bum while he ran a hot bath for her. Ashley had stopped crying and just stood there silently in shock as he worked.

Derrick dropped the load from Ashley's panties into the toilet then ran hot water through them in the laundry tub before washing and rinsing them by hand along with her pantyhose and skirt. He cleaned up the front porch and then went back up to see if Ashley was okay. She didn't want to talk about it so he helped her towel dry and get her nighty on then put her to bed.

A short while later Derrick came back up and slipped into bed trying not to disturb her. But Ashley was awake and turned into his arms kissing him lustfully. They convulsed in rythemic embrace culminating in the most wonderful sex that they had had in a while. And the next day when Ashley got up she seemed bubbly and happy as if her accident had been some sort of pressure valve that had released.

She didn't speak of her accident as things gradually got back to normal. Ashley remained the dynamic executive who had to rush home occasionally in order to use her own toilet to a bowel movement even when she was out for a social evening with her husband. There were a few close calls during that time but Ashley had not messed her panties again.

At the end of one particularly stressfull week Derrick took Ashley out to an upscale restaurant to help her wind down. And she went all out to look exceptionally beautiful in a skimpy tight black mini dress with beaded patterns on it. She wore dark makeup and lipstick and had her long blond hair curled and hanging loose. Underneath her dress Ashley wore high cut black panties with a lace waist band and matching bra. She had on black stay-up nylon stockings and black spike heeled stilettos. The effect was quite striking.

After a delicious meal they sat in the lounge over drinks enjoying the entertainment when Ashley suddenly announced that she had to go home. Derrick had noticed her squirming, reasoning correctly that she had to go to the bathroom. He didn't realize how much Ashley had drank until she stood and he noticed that ahe was quite tipsy.

Helping her to the car Ashley stopped half way across the parking lot and winced as she bent slightly pressing her knees together while shoving a hand between her legs. At the car door she turned facing Derrick and burying her face into his chest spread her legs slightly apart and began to pee. He heard her moan as a stream of warm piss poured through the gusset of her panties and splashed noisily onto the tarmac between them.

Ashley seemed downcast as Derrick helped her into the car. He asked if she was okay and Ashley whispered yes. As he pulled out onto the highway for the short drive home Ashley put her hand on his shoulder leaning into him and he thought she was going to cry. But then he felt her tense up and heard her grunting quietly and could hear a soft crackling sound from her rear as a long line of poop exited her rectum and snaked into the seat of her pretty black panties. Ashley caught her breath, bearing down again and Derrick could smell her shit.

Ashley quietly grunted away completely filling the seat of her panties with her bowel movement, finnishing up just as they pulled into the driveway of their home. When Derrick carried her upstairs she held on tight, her arms around his neck and kissing him whispered take me to the bedroom. Turning on the lights as he held her craddled in his arms Derrick looked in the mirror and could see the seat of Ashleys panties where her short dress had rode up. There was a huge lumpy ball the size of a gapefruit in them.

He stood her beside the bed and they kissed hungrily, then Ashley fumbled undoing his pants to release his stiffness. She sank on her knees and took him into her mouth sucking him for awhile before pushing him onto the bed and mounting him. Pulling her filled panties aside so that Derrick could enter her it wasn't long before they brought one another to the most amazing climax. And then he cleaned her up, washed out her panties and put her to bed.

Derrick lay in bed thinking about this latest twist in their relationship as Ashley snored away softly beside him in restful sleep. Maybe it was just another thing that she needed to help her cope, Derrick was well aware of the stress on Ashley. They had discussed her packing it in, but she was reluctant to give up the life style that her money helped to give them.

So Derrick had taken a big gamble with his own business and it payed off. Very shortly Ashley would be able to quit her job and their life style wouldn't suffer, if anything it would only improve. In the mean time, if his beautiful wife wanted to come home with a shit in her panties everyday that would be perfectly alright with him.


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Dana Poops Her Panties (Part Two)

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Posted by CFW on December 19, 1999 at 10:53

Dana Poops Her Panties
Part Two
Another Job Well Done

Damn! Dana grumbled looking at her watch as she hastily gathered her papers together. The meeting had lasted longer than anticipated and now she would have to rush to the airport in order to be on time to greet Mr Rankin. His plane was due to land in twenty minutes and it would take her that long just to drive there. This account would be an important aquisition for her firm so Dana didn't want to screw it up by leaving him standing in arrivals.

Mr Rankin was a funny old guy. To look at him you wouldn't guess that he headed a successful multi national. He was old school, a no nonsense, no fuss type, which is why he didn't want the firm's limo to pick him up, like he was under cover or something. Send Dana, the senior partners said almost in unison, a bit of eye candy, and Rankin seemed to have taken to her on his first trip.

Dana had enough savy to realize that she was being used as a lure, but didn't mind if it helped land the account. That's why ahe dressed rather sexy in a new business suite, a sort of stone washed look, brown coloured two piece which complimented her shoulder length curly auburn hair. The suite had a stylish side buttoned jacket and a very short tight skirt, she was eye candy after all.

She straightened herself out, tucking in the white round necked collarless top that she wore, buttoning her jacket, and slipped on a loose fitting three quarter length brown trench coat over top. Dana looked rather foxy in the manner of a young professional woman. Her long shapely legs clad in sheer beige pantyhose showed to advantage with her short skirt as her brown suede high heels clicked hurridly down the corrador.

Then she slipped into the women's washroom for a quick check of her makeup, it was perfect. Dana looked beautiful, sexily dressed as she was, right down to the expensive silky white underwear she had purchased just yesterday. The high cut nylon-lycra panties and lacy contoured bra made her feel sexy too. She would have liked to fuss with herself but didn't have time right now. Didn't have time to use the toilet either, though she needed to go quite badly.

Deciding that she would be alright until she got to the airport and checked on the progress of Mr. Rankin's flight Dana hurried to her car. Traffic, unreasonably heavy, delayed her a bit enroute, increasing her anxiety which added greatly to a growing need to for her to go to the bathroom and Dana knew that she had made an error in judgement. She thought that she was going to pee her panties right there in the company car. Drawing air through clenched teeth making a hissing sound Dana clasped a hand up under her short skirt holding herself in an attempt to keep fom wetting the car seat.

Desperately wanting to pee wasn't her only problem. Dana had to shit so bad that she could feel her bum ring dialate with an attack of pressure as the hard stool positioned at her back door tried to make it's way out, even as she fought to keep it in. She had needed to poop all day long, in fact, had almost shit herself in the meeting she had just left. Just bearly able to control herself back then, this spasm was much much worse.

Her hand still in her crotch Dana parked the car on the third level of the massive airport parking structure. As soon as she spread her legs to step out of the car she felt a squirt of hot pee go into her panties, so quickly stood, pressing her knees together in order to stop it. She wanted to let go right there but the garage was too busy. Keeping a hand between her legs, she had no choice, Dana hurried to the walkway accross to arrivals.

There behind the stairwell was an L-shaped dead end corrador leading to a locked janitor's closet. It was shallow, not completely hidden from view, but out of the way enough so that Dana could relieve herself without making a scene. She quickly entered, backing into the farthest corner, spread her legs wide apart to save her shoes and immediately began to pee.

Holding her short skirt out of the way Dana pressed a heavy stream through her panties and pantyhose which splashed noisily on the concrete floor. She pissed herself for nearly a minute, flexing her tummy to speed things up a bit but still it seemed to take forever. Dana could not release her bladder and control her sphinkter at the same time. Her need to pee was just too urgent so relinquishing control she carried on as the large turd that she was carrying began it's slide from inside her rectum into her panties.

Finished urinating Dana wiped the crotch of her panties with a couple of tissues from her purse, dropping them in the large puddle as she left. Her poop was now part way out, touching the seat of her brand new white panties. She could feel it stuck there as she walked into arrivals. Mr. Rankin's plane had landed, passengers already begining to exit into the main terminal.

Standing amoung the crowd behind the arrival gate Dana finished making her bowel movement. Holding her breath while tensing her abdomen she pushed the thick brown six inch log the rest of the way out of her ass and into her panties. She bore down again exiting a second fat turd, and then another and another until she was all done pooping herself.

Dana reached behind and felt the massive bulge back there through her coat. It had felt so good to void herself that she had miseed seeing Mr. Rankin when he first came out. Funny she thought as they drove to the office, she had meet him on two seperate occasions, both times with had a big poop in her panties.

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

MYSELF!!

The End (true story)

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Story:All In The Family

Posted by ewilliams2000 on February 07, 2000 at 17:24

ALL IN THE FAMILY
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"Please Jenny! Let me in! Please! I have to go!!!!"

Jenny Taylor went on brushing her long brown hair, admiring herself in the mirror and ignoring the frantic pleas of her 16-year-old sister Debbie as she pounded on the bathroom door. "I hope you wet your pants...", she said softly. The pretty 18-year-old was still more than a little miffed with Debbie after she caught Jenny smoking and told their mother. Now she was grounded for two weeks and wasn't allowed to leave the house. Nothing to do but go to school. It couldn't get much worse than that.

"Jennnnnny! Pleeease! Haven't you been in there long enough! I have to go really bad!!!" The tall, blond-haired teen leaned her head against the door, tears welling in her eyes. "Let me in!",
she begged. One hand pressed against the crotch of her shorts, trying to hold back a dam that was about to burst. But an even bigger problem confronted Debbie. As bad as she had to pee, she had to have a bm even worse. The cheeks of her small, compact bottom were beginning to ache from squeezing. "Open the door Jennnny! Hurrrrrryyyy!"

Jenny laughed. "Oh be quiet you little brat!", she shouted through the door. "This is what you get for snitching on me. Wet your pants like a baby. See if I care."

Debbie, her legs closed tightly together, shook the door knob. "I'm going to tell Mom when she gets home unless you open the door!!!", she cried.

"See, you're nothing but a tattletale!", the 18-year-old said with a laugh. "It's only 3 o'clock, and Mom won't be home until 4. Maybe I'll be out by then!"

The first squirt of urine shot of Debbie. "Ohhhhh...", she moaned as she desperately tried to stop the flow. The wet spot on her shorts grew as did the mounting pressure on her anus. "Pleeeease!!!!" Pee began flowing down her legs just as her cute little bottomcheeks began to spread. A long, hard turd was coming out, and there was nothing poor Debbie or anyone else could do about it. Tears flowed as the seat of her shorts pushed out and began to sag.

Everything was silent. "Are you still out there?", Jenny laughed. "Did baby Debbie wet her little pants?"

"JENNIFER ANNE TAYLOR! YOU OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!"

Jenny dropped the brush into the sink. That was Mom! The color drained from her face as she opened the door to see her very irate mother standing next to Debbie, who was sobbing and standing in a puddle of urine. The front of her shorts were soaked. Jenny didn't see the damage in the back. "How dare you!", Sara Taylor yelled just before smacking her oldest daughter across the face.

"I didn't know!!!", Jenny cried while rubbing her cheek.

"Don't tell me that!", Sara admonished. "I heard you! Now go to your room and stay there!!!"

Jenny ran down the hall and into her bedroom. Sara helped the crying Debbie into the bathroom. "It's all right...", she said soothingly. "You just had an accident, that's all. Let's get you cleaned up."

Twenty minutes later Sara ran the water in the bathtub. "Take a nice long bath, Deb. Everything will be fine." She aided her nude 16-year-old into the tub and grabbed the hairbrush from the sink. "I'll be back in a little while with some clean clothes.", she told Debbie.

Sara went straight to Jenny's bedroom. She found the high school senior sitting on the bed. Jenny's eyes widened when she saw the hairbrush in her mother's hand. "W-What are you going to do?", she asked nervously.

"What do you think I'm going to do!", Sara replied. She grabbed Jenny, seated herself on the edge of the bed, and placed the teen across her lap. "I'm going to spank you until you can't sit down!", she said. Up went the back of Jenny's dress, down came her panties, and the hairbrush went to work. Smack after smack landed on the upturned bare bottom, turning the white buttocks a fiery shade of deep red. Howls filled the house as young Jenny Taylor received the spanking of her life.

*****

Sara came home from work the next day to find Jenny sitting at the kitchen table deep at work on her homework. A soft pillow cushioned her still red and sore bottom. "Hi Mom.", she said cheerfully. "How was work?"

Something was wrong. It was Friday and Jenny was doing homework. And she never asked how her day was. "Where's Debbie?"

"She's up in her room, I think.", Jenny answered pleasantly.

Sara climbed the stairs and went to Debbie's room. The 16-year-old's eyes were red from crying. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

Debbie broke down and started to cry. "Jenny told everyone at school that I messed my pants yesterday. Everybody laughed at me."

Sara stormed back to the kitchen. "Is it true? Did you tell everyone at school what happened yesterday?"

Jenny looked down at the table. "I only told a couple of people."

"Well, young lady, I have a little surprise for you. You are going to find out just how your sister felt. You are not to have another bowel movement until you tell me first. If you go and don't tell me, I'll blister that little fanny of yours every day until you do. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am...", the girl whispered. She had a feeling she knew what her mother had in mind.

Saturday morning Jenny woke up and remembered what Sara had told her. She was in no hurry to comply so, despite a rather full feeling in her stomach, she refrained from doing a number two. By that night she needed to relieve her bowels badly but held on. "Did you have a bm today?", her mother asked just before Jenny went to bed. She shook her head. "You better not have..."

By the time church ended on Sunday Jenny was beside herself. She felt like her stomach was weighted down with a ton of poop and found herself squeezing her own still-sore bottomcheeks together. "Mom, I have to go...", she said when the family arrived home a little after noon.

"Good." Sara went to her closet and found an old pair of sweat pants that Jenny had long outgrown. She gave them to her and told her to put them on. "Meet us in the bathroom after you've changed."

Jenny came to the bathroom a few minutes later. She had on a tee-shirt and the sweat pants. They fit her snugly and the outline of her cotton briefs underneath were clearly visible. Debbie had a smile on her face as Sara ordered her older sister to stand in the bathtub. She obeyed and hesitantly stepped into the tub. "Now, young lady, let's see if what happened to your sister on Friday is still so funny. Wet yourself."

"Mom please...don't make me."

Sara walked over to Jenny, turned her around, and yanked the back of the sweat pants and panties down. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Jenny screamed when Sara'a palm landed on her still-discolored bottom. "Are you going to do as I say?"

Tearfully, Jenny nodded. She pulled up her pants and faced her mother and sister. She closed her eyes as pee flooded her crotch and streamed down her pants legs.

"That's better.", Sara said. "Now turn around and go in your pants."

Not wanting another spanking, Jenny obediently turned her back. She released her sphincter and immediately a long, solid log pushed out the seat of the tight-fitting sweat pants. A second followed, creating a huge bulge in the seat. "Get it all out.", Sara ordered. Jenny pushed and a final turd escaped.

"Not so funny, is it. Now get yourself cleaned up and go straight to bed. I don't want to see you until supper."

*****

It had been quite a weekend for Sara as she prepared for bed that Sunday evening. She recalled how odd it was watching Jenny fill up her pants and was surprised how it affected her. Her nipples felt hard and she felt a stirring in her loins. She had suppressed it all day but now the girls were fast asleep in bed. She stripped down to her bra and panties, noticing her body was not that of a teenager but still slim and attractive. She put on a pair of pajama pants and walked over to the full length mirror on the door. Turning around, she looked over her shoulder and pushed. Slowly she felt a turd make its way down her rectum and stop at her anus. One more push would be all that it takes. She took a deep breath and relaxed her sphincter. Slowly the turd slid out into the back of her panties while her hand stole down the front...

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Posted by Cindy Pu on February 06, 1998 at 06:06:04:
Hi. My name is Cindy. I’m a 23 year old woman living in Southern California. Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve gotten off on pooping and peeing my panties. I do it to relieve stress although the thought of my boyfriend finding out sort of adds stress. But he doesn’t live with me and we have a ‘no drop in’ rule, so its OK.
It all happened the other day when I got home from my job at the makeup counter at the local dept. store. We got real busy the last few hours and I couldn’t get away to the ladies room for my afternoon poo. As I was driving home my pussy started to tingle as I felt the poo pushing to get out so I decided to indulge in my little fetish.
They like us to look professional so I was wearing a business suit with a mini skirt, pantyhose and nice shoes. I was wearing a new pair of panties that day. They were pink satin high-cuts with a floral lace pattern in front where at that moment my hand was secretly stroking the cleft between my legs as I waited for the traffic.
By the time I got home I was getting quite horny plus my bottom was feeling very full. I indulged the warm sexy feeling by allowing the poo to slowly start to come out, then I would pull it back in. This made my pussy all tingly and moist. I could tell the poo was very large since I hadn’t had a chance to go in the morning either and I’d had a big lunch.
As I bustled around the house I realized I had forgotten to get any toilet paper on the way home. Knowing this was something I would definitely need later, I decided to go out and get some. I’d already removed my pantyhose but kept on the rest of my work clothes.
I drove to the mall in very moist panties anticipating the moment when I would release the pressure in my behind. Occasionally a little fart would puff out as I kept flexing my butt and pulling the poo back in.
When I got out of my car in the parking lot, I noticed some cute guys checking out my ass. Boy, if they only knew how disgusting that nice ass they were watching was destined to become. As I walked by them, I gave my poo a little squeeze and to my surprise puffed out another tiny fart. I don’t think they heard it.
As I walked into the grocery store, I was feeling very aroused. My nipples were straining against my bra and were getting harder with every step. I walked down the aisles clenching my thighs together and feeling my pussy juice slide between my legs while my ass and tummy would periodically cramp a little with the big load inside.
I decided on one of the 24 packs of toilet paper and got a few other items while I was there. At the checkout line I noticed one of the cute guys from before was in line after me. I stood there flexing and relaxing my bottom, pulling my poop in and out while trying to ignore him. My pussy was very warm and moist and I wished I could touch myself down there.
Then all of a sudden it happened. Just as it was my turn in line, a little poop escaped into my panties. I almost panicked until I determined no one in line had noticed. As I walked back to my car, I could feel the little poop rolling around in the crotch of my panties. It felt very hard and had hardly any smell at all.
I was tingling from the thrill of pooping in the store and emboldened by the fact that it was so easy so I impulsively decided to pop into the lingerie boutique. I could always use a cute new pair of panties. So with my little poo ball nestled in the crotch of my wet panties, I walked across the parking lot and went inside.
The clerk was busy so I just browsed through the size 6 panties. As I looked I continued to flex my poop in and out of my ass while my vagina buzzed away. After a few minutes, I finally found some really cute bikinis that I suspected might look even cuter in poo brown.
As I paid for them, the clerk tried to make small talk but I was quite distracted by a huge cramp that suddenly hit my side. Before I could do anything, another larger poo escaped my poor little butt hole. This time the smell was quite noticeable and I could feel my panties sagging to contain the load. The salesgirl tried to be polite and act like she didn’t notice anything but I could tell she could smell my poop. I walked quickly out of the store while the poo was smashed in against my ass crack. I prayed none would fall out on to the floor.
My panties did their job and contained everything but before I could get back to my car, I suddenly realized I had to pee really bad. I couldn’t wait until I got home so I’d have to go at the mall. Luckily there was a ladies room nearby so I detoured over to it, all the while hoping no one would notice the odor of the poo in my panties.
When I got in the stall, I once again started feeling horny. I sat down on the toilet and let my pee flow freely though my panties. With my hand I stroked my pussy lips through the warm and wet fabric of my pink satin panties. My lips were full and my little clitty was all hard. The firm poop in my panty seat started getting softer as I peed. By the time I’d finished I could see a clear brown streak on the outside of my panty crotch. In the toilet bowl I could see brown pee, so I knew my panties were brown now too. I wiped the outside of my panties with toilet paper the best I could and scurried back to my car.
Luckily, I happened to have a plastic sheet and a towel handy in the car to protect the seat. I just folded my skirt up above my bottom so that nothing would get on it. As I drove home my pussy was throbbing as I could feel the warm and pee soaked poop squishing in between my thighs. I would keep rubbing my pussy to make sure no poo got inside but that kept making me hornier. My fingers were coated with a yellowish brown pee as I made it into the driveway and scooted inside the house.
Once inside, after putting the toilet paper away and dropping the pee soaked towel and plastic sheet into the bathtub, I went into the living room to inspect my new panties.
The smell of my pink satin panties and their sagging load was keeping me very horny as I stripped off my miniskirt and blouse. I stood in the middle of the living room flexing my butt with even more poo while rubbing my nipples under my bra. All the while I also kept rubbing my pussy and butt. My hand was very brown by now as were my panties. Poop was oozing though the rear and in front where it had settled. The smell mixed with the perfume I’d been wearing to produce a very spicy aroma. I wonder if the Spice Girls started this way?
Sometimes I wasn’t able to pull the poo back in and more would get added to my panties. I looked in a mirror and saw my rear end had a huge shiny poop stain. The poo went all the way down over the whole crotch of my panties. Brown streaks of poop oozed out of the crotch onto the back of my thighs. I was almost in delirium as I played with my pussy and rubbed my nipples. There was so much poop in my panties and even more left in me.
I gave a little push and a grunt and my panties were instantly filled with even more hot poop. The fresh poo stretched the rear end of my satin high-cuts out like a brown balloon. My throbbing pussy was drenched with pussy juice, pee and poo. My panties were beginning to lose their ability to keep all this mess contained and poop began to leak from the crotch. It felt so wonderful as I carefully waddled to the bathroom. With every step a little more poop leaked out of my panties accompanied by a soft squishy sound.
I stripped off my bra and plopped myself into the bathtub. The dry, cool floor of the bathtub mashed against my hot wet, bulging panties. Poop squeezed out between my legs as I furiously masturbated. I rubbed my pussy like a madwoman while also peeing. My panties were both slick and sticky from all my hot brown poop and pee. I pulled my panties up into my pussy as I rubbed poop onto my nipples which were now standing out like little rockets. The lace floral pattern in the front of my once pink panties was now all full of poop. Fancy that: poopy flowers! This made me just come and come!
I lay in the bathtub with poo and pee trickling into the drain for awhile before I came once more and cleaned up. Next time I’ll have to wear those new panties I bought. They are beige (at least for now).