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.

Fictional story request 5: Accident during a test

 

 

 

 

 

I would like to thank u/Firefoxplayer76 for the help, and this is partially based off of a real life accident they witnessed in school.

Shelby had been backed up for the past week. Because of that, she took a laxative, hoping to go sometime at school. She put on a pair of black panties, a white shirt, a red plaid miniskirt, and high top boots.

What she didn’t know was that, first period, there was a math test. One of the rules was nobody is allowed to leave the room for any reason.

During the test, she started to get the strong urge to poop. She decided to alleviate that with a little fart, but instead of that, a semi soft lump of poop slipped out her ass into her panties.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t all she had. As the test went on, she started to get some really bad cramps. As she was nearing the end of her test, the cramps became unbearable. She raised her hand, and as she did, a little bit of diarrhea started to come out.

“Can I go to the bathroom? It’s an emergency!” She said

“Only if you are done with your test” the teacher responded

And as he made his response, Shelby started to have explosive diarrhea. It filled her panties with soft, mushy poop, got on her skirt, and went down her legs into her boots and onto the floor. She blushed, grabbed the unfinished test, and threw it at him, and ran out the door. As she was running, she was leaving a trail of poop on the floor.

As she got into the bathroom, she proceeded to have another wave of explosive diarrhea. She fell to her knees and kept pooping, unable to stop, having given up. Her entire outfit was covered in poop, and she was sitting in a pool of it. Another girl walked in, saw her mess, helped her up, and took her over to the nurses office.

Shelby’s accident became a legend at the school, and she was never allowed to live it down. It became the main thing she was known for, for better or for worse.

If you have any ideas for stories, please DM me, stating the premise, characters, and maybe a few more details. I can write anything, so feel free to use your imagination.

Messy Encounters Ch. 01

 

 

 

 

 

 

You sit there jittery, nervous and wondering if it's all been some elaborate hoax. She had said to meet her here in this park at 7:30, and that she'd be coming back from her netball game and would meet you on this park bench.

Behind you is a playground, kids long since gone home. In front of you a graded gravel path. It was a secluded spot, you had arrived early, but only one other person had walked down the pathway since you got there. You looked at your watch again. 7:33 and you think, there's no way this could be real. What would an 18-year-old, athletic girl want with you? Moreover, how could she possibly be into the same, let's face it, extreme fantasies?

You hear footsteps on the loose gravel off to you right. They are faint, like someone just entered the park. You listen intently as they get louder. Leaning forward and peering around the collection of trees, you make out the silhouette of someone approaching. Feminine, but walking with a labored gait. It must be heavy backpack. You cannot make out what she's wearing yet, she's still too far in the darkness of the park, but each step brings her closer.

Suddenly you're aware of your raging cock pressing against your tight underwear. You're even more jittery as the figure comes into the light. A tall athletic girl, brunette with tiny breasts covered by a simple sports top bunched up just enough to show a flat stomach above her tight black lycra shorts.

She approaches. You're speechless but try not to stare. She sits down next to you. Close, but not too close, and asks "Are you here to meet me?"

You cough slightly and softly say "Yes."

"You're nervous" She said. "I am too. I've never done this before."

"I didn't think anyone else would be interested," You say.

She looks down, blushing. As she does her long brown hair falls from behind her ear covering most of her face. You can still see her eyes. They look somehow both innocent and hungry.

"I have to be home by 10 o'clock. My parents think that I'm going over to a friend's place to study after practice."

"Okay." You say, having regained a little confidence in your voice. "Should we find the toilet block?"

She smiles cheekily, brushing her hair back behind her ear. She looks at you, her lips open slightly, pauses, and says "I know where they are. I sometimes stop here to play with myself on the way home from school."

Then she notices that your cock cannot be hidden behind your pants anymore. It's outline, even in the dim light, gives away you every intention. She looks at it for a while and without breaking her gaze suggests "I'd better show you where it is so we can get right into it then. It looks like you're ready."

She stands up, backpack still strung over her shoulders. You stand as she begins to walk, and you notice how the backpack sits above her pert little arse. Your study it for a moment. In the tight lycra you can see that her thighs leave a nice little gap where they meet her crotch, and her cheeks look like they defy gravity, leaving space between them, inviting you into a warm crevice and down to what you imagine to be a flawless tight arsehole.

You regain your composure, grab your own bag and hurry to catch up. As you catch up, she says "It's just behind these trees."

You look through the trees and see a subtle light of the toilet block. This was perfect. Everything was perfect.

Every step brings you closer to the toilet block and sends shivers down your spine and your cock moves slightly rubbing over a dampening spot of precum in your underpants. You try to think of anything else to take the edge off, but there's no way you could concentrate on anything but at this point. You're almost there, you're about to live out your wildest fetish.

You look over at her, she's breathing shallow breaths, showing signs of nerves as well. Without looking at you she says "My real name is Sarah by the way. I think it would be odd, given what we're about to do, if we don't know each other's real name."

"I'm Andrew," you tell her. "I guess you're right, we're about to get very personal."

You both stand under the yellow light under the awning. On the wall, the blue signs show that there are the normal three toilets. Male, Female and disabled. You look into each other's eyes. She is just under the height of your nose.

She says softly "I want to start before we go in," and with that she takes your hand and slides in gently in the front of her shorts. Your finger dances over her completely smooth slit, feeling dampness which fills the entirety of her warm pussy right up to an inflamed clit. The moment you press on it a little, her eyes roll back a little, she muffles a squeal, and spreads her legs a little further.

"I'm ready to shit myself." Her eyes come back to meet yours, her mouth opens, and she flexes her stomach. Without so much the smallest fart, the sounds of a steady and solid log exiting her arsehole paint a picture in your mind. She finishes with a clench with tightens both her pussy and arse. Her little giggle reminds you that you both want this; you both want to get messy.

She slides her backpack offer her shoulders and turns around. "Does it show?" She asks.

As she pushes her pert butt back at you for your comments, you take your hand, lick her juices off your fingers, and press the poop filled bulge back into her crack.

"It shows a little." You say. "I hope you've still got some more for me though."

She turns back to you. Using one hand to pull the back of her shorts open around the waist, she puts the other inside and retrieves a sample on her pointer. Without taking her eyes from your she slowly puts her shit covered finger into her mouth, closes her lips tight around it and pulls out a clean finger. Her arms lunge around the back of your neck as she pulls you down and into a passionate kiss. Pushing the bitter and softening shit into your mouth and then wrestling it between your two tongues. She pulls away leaving most of it in your mouth. "You can have as much as you want."

A Wild Weekend

 

 

 

 

 

 Truth or Dare, Gone Wrong"

One hot day, two 17 year old girls were down in the basement, playing games. When the parents left on vacation leaving them to have the whole house to themselves, they wanted to play truth or dare. One girl is Tia and the other girl Katie. Both wearing a pair of blue jeans and different color tank tops.

Tia "Truth or dare?"

Katie "Truth."

Tia "You think Brad Pitt is hot?"

Katie "True."

And asks Tia...

Katie "Truth or dare?"

Tia "Dare."

Katie "I dare you to pick your nose and eat snot."

Tia looks at her friend with disgust and does so. At that moment, Katie accidently passes gas.

Tia "Did you just fart?"

Katie "I think I have to shit."

Tia "Right now?"

Katie "It's probably just gas."

Tia "Truth or dare?"

Katie "Dare?"

Tia "If you got to shit, I want you to pull down your pants, start pooping and pull it back in."

Katie "Okay."

Katie unbuttons her jeans and unzips her fly. She bends over and pulls her pants down passed her crack. She lets out a few farts and Tia watches in amazement of the emerging turd. After poking the turd out a little bit, it goes back in and pulls her jeans back on before continuing the game.

Katie "Truth or dare?"

Tia "Truth?"

Katie "You think Tom Cruise in swim trunks looks hot?"

Tia "So true."

Tia asks Katie...

Tia "Truth or dare?"

Katie "I like dares."

Tia "I dare you to shit yourself."

Katie "No way."

Tia "It's a dare."

Katie sighs and butt faces Tia.

Katie "How much?"

Tia "Whenever you finish."

Katie sighs and relaxes her cheeks. As she pushes, her turd meets resistance of her panties. She pushes again and then it begins to slide out slowly. Tia starts noticing a lump forming in her jeans.

Katie "Shit! It won't stop."

Katie says, freaking out.Tia does nothing, but watch her friend freak and her pants fill. Katie starts crying as solid poop starts filling her panties. Once Katie felt the end come out, she sighed of relief.

Katie "I thought it wasn't gonna end."

She says and then laughs.

Katie then tries getting up without squishing anything. Tia helps her with her pants and pulls them down.

Tia "That's a lot!"

Tia says in surprise.

Tia "Let me go upstairs and get you another pair of panties."

Katie "Okay."

Tia comes down and tells her to come upstairs to the bathroom. As Katie walks up the stairs, she could feel the warm crap hugging her cheeks. As she gets to the bathroom, Tia closes the door. Katie takes off her jeans. She stands over the toilet as Tia help her to try removing her soiled panties. When the panties came off, Tia flushes them down the toilet. As Katie takes a shower, Tia sits on the toilet. Katie pokes her head out of the shower.

Katie "Is everything okay?"

Tia "I'll be right back."

Tia says, leaving the bathroom. She goes into her room and closes the door and tries to think of what just happened to her friend and feels bad for making fer friend do it. Because of that, Katie almost ruined her favorite pair of jeans. As soon as Katie leaves the bathroom, Tia rushes in to take a shower. Later that night, both relieved, the both sleep. 

 The next morning, Tia gets sits up in her bed and has to take her morning shit. Being too tired and lazy, she yawns and relaxes her butt cheeks. A turd comes out and sits nestled into her panties and goes back to sleep. Katie, on the other hand, doesn't have to shit, she gets up to take a piss and comes back. When Katie shrugged her shoulders to wake her up, Tia's eyes open.

Tia "What? I was dreaming."

Katie "What was it about?"

Tia "I had to use the bathroom and when I found my way to the toilet and just let it go."

Katie "You probably shit your pants."

Tia sat up and felt the crap in her pants, smash between her cheeks.

Tia "Oh man!"

Then Tia stands up.

Tia "I can't believe I shit the bed."

She says and then goes into the bathroom to flush her panties down the toilet and take a shower to wash herself off. After Tia leaves the shower, Katie rushes in to take her shower. While both of them were getting dressed for breakfast, Katie says something.

Katie "You know what's strange?"

Tia "What?"

Katie "I was thinking that we both do a dare."

Tia "Like what?"

Katie "Let's wait until we both have to shit and then do it in our pants."

Tia "That sounds gross."

Katie "It's a dare."

Katie says with a twist of revoltion. She was gonna pay her back from last night's dare. Right around 2 in the afternoon, while they both watch TV, Tia is starting to feel the urge to shit and looks over to Katie.

Tia "Katie, I have to shit."

Katie "How long can you hold it?"

Tia "I feel like it's about to come out."

Katie "Hold it for as long as you can, okay?"
Tia "Okay."

This seemed painful for Tia. Katie doesn't have to go. She looks over and watches Tia as she tries to squeeze her cheeks together. A minute goes by as she watches Tia struggle and then gives in.

Katie "Are you going to be okay?"

Tia "I feeling like I'm gonna burst."

Katie "Go ahead and shit if you want."

Tia "Not right here, I'm not."

Katie "I had to do it last night."

Tia "I really have to go."

Katie "Then go." Tia rises to her feet and quickly rushes upstairs to the bathroom. She knew she wasn't gonna make it, but she had to try and hold it. Once she reached the toilet, she relaxed.

Tia "I feel better now."

Tia says to herself. Around lunch time, Tia eats a big lunch, so she wouldn't have to be so hungry before dinner. Katie only eats a little.

Katie "Did you make it to the bathroom?"

Tia "Yes I did."

Katie "It's not fair. You made me mess myself and left me feeling humiliated. Besides, I got all week to get my revenge."

Tia "I feel bad about what happened, Katie."

Katie "Sure you do."

That evening, right when Tia was about to cook dinner, Katie enters the room.

Katie "Is dinner ready?"

Tia "Can you make sure the mash potatoes get done? I have to take a crap"

Katie "You can do it right here."

Tia "No way. I find it revolting."

Katie "Shit is shit, I guess."
Katie says as she takes a deep breath and exhales. At that moment, she lets out a fart. Tia crinkles her nose and rushes upstairs to use the bathroom. While expelling her bowels on the toilet she thinks her only friend is turning against her.

Tia "I guess she has every right to."

Tia says to her self. Once she finished, she goes downstairs to see dinner on the table.

Katie "Dinner is ready."

She says as she turns around, giving Tia the full view of her stained jeans. Tia sits across from Katie, disgusted. Her own friend messed herself to make her feel guilty even more. That night, they take a shower and go into the bedroom. Just wearing nothing but pajamas and nothing under neath, Tia looks over at Katie while playing cards.

Tia "Why did you shit yourself?"

Katie "You won't go, so I did."

Tia looks at her friend with disgust.

Tia "Can you take my apology? I feel bad for that dare I made you do."
Katie gets and idea.

Katie: "I want you to stand up and shit your self."
Tia "No way. Besides, I don't have to go."

Just then, Tia lets out a small fart.

Katie "You do too, you liar."

Tia "So what. I'm not gonna do it."

Katie "Just go anyway."

Katie says and Tia gets up from the bed and walks quickly to the bathroom. Katie knows that one day, she'll get Tia back for her humiliating dare. On the toilet, Tia knows that she won't let Katie get to her. When she goes back to the room, Katie gives her a weird look.

Katie "I will have my revenge."

Tia "Let's just go to sleep."
Tia retorts and gets under the covers. What Tia doesn't know is what's in store for her tomorrow. 

 **SPOILER:This chapter has sex in it. Basically toward the end**

In the morning, Katie wakes up and sits in her bed. She has to take a piss and rushes to the bathroom. As she walks over to the toilet, She removes her jammy pants. When she was done, she rose to her feet,pulls up her pants and then goes back to to see Tia sitting up in her bed. Katie appears to have one thing on her mind.

Katie "Are you taking a dump?"

Tia "That's what you would think."

Katie "What a bummer. Anyways, let's go downstairs for breakfast."

Tia "Okay."

Tia and Katie both change into some sweatpants. After cooking and eating breakfast, they both sit in front of the TV to catch their favorite shows. Katie turns her head to face Tia during a commercial.

Katie "Are you okay?"

Tia "Why do you ask?"

Katie "Because I notice you shifting uncomfortably."

Tia "I'm waiting til the shows over before I use the bathroom."

Katie "Can you hold it that long?"

Tia " Don't be such a 3rd grader, Katie."

Tia retorts as soon as there was a knock on the door. Katie opens the front door and there stood her Uncle Nigel. Nigel is tall with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He's in his mid 30's, single and Tia thinks he's hot.

Tia "Who is it?"

Nigel "It's me Nigel. I was asked to come over and watch you guys, but I'm a day late."

Tia is now embarrassed. The man of her dreams is right in front of her. But this won't stop Katie from getting her revenge. She knows about Tia's crush on her hot Uncle and would anything to embarrass her in front of him. When Nigel walks into the kitchen, they both follow behind him.

Katie "So, what do we do since you're here?"

Nigel "I don't know. What do you girls like to do?"

Katie "Nothing much."

Nigel "You both just sit around and watch TV all day?"

Katie "Something like that."

Nigel walks into the living room and sits down on the couch. Tia and Katie are alone in the kitchen.

Katie "Tia, to end this now, I want you to shit yourself in front of and Nigel.

Tia "No way. And why are you bringing him into this?"

Katie "It would have been me and you, but since you waited too long I want you to do it in front of him."

Tia "No way."

Tia says as she folds her arms.

Katie "If you don't, I'll tell him that you made me shit myself."

Tia "Okay, I'll do it."

Katie and Tia walk into the living room and sit down on the same couch. Just when there was total silence, Tia let's out a big fart. Just then, Tia's face turns red as Nigel turns his head to give her a disturbing look. Katie is about to laugh. The entire time Nigel had his eye on her, Tia relaxes as releases her bowels into her pants. Her dump ended with a wet fart and face red of embarrassment.

Nigel "Did you just shit your pants?"

Tia, then hides her face in shame.

He says as he looks back at his niece, whom is trying not to laugh and looks at Tia as she was running up the stairs in humiliation. Then he looks back over to Katie, whom is now laughing.

Nigel "Did that just happen?"

Katie "She'll be fine."

During lunch, Katie goes out with other friends, leaving Nigel and Tia alone in the house. Just as Nigel felt like he had to piss, he heard the shower running. He decides to go in anyway, and warn Tia that she's not alone. As he was taking a piss, Nigel could tell she was not fine. She was crying. He zips up his fly and asks her something.

Nigel "Are you okay?"

Tia startled at the sound of his voice.

Tia "No I'm not, so go away."

Nigel "I know it's none of my business, but why did you shit yourself?"

Tia "It was a dare. I didn't want to do it."

Tia then turns off the shower.

Tia "can you hand me a towel."

Nigel "No problem."

Nigel grabs a towel from a cabinate and hands it to her from behind the curtain.

Nigel "Look, don't be embarrassed. Of course, I was a little disturbed by this, but think of it as a laugh later on in your life."

Tia pushes back the curtain, with a towel wrapped around around her. At that moment, they caught each other's eyes.

Tia "Thanks for your wisdom."

Nigel " It was no problem."

Nigel says with a short smile. Being in the most awkward position, she still feels attracted to him.

Tia "You have beautiful eyes."

Nigel "You're not so bad yourself."

Tia "Kiss me, please."

Nigel rubs the bottom of her lip with his right thumb and slowly moves into a kiss. Once his lips touched hers, he gets an immediate hard-on. She responds by wanting to slide her tongue in his mouth. His hand move toward her buttocks and quickly drags her on top of him onto the floor. He then started to grind his hips beneath her, wanting to fuck her. She lifts her head up and moans as she could feel the hardness in his pants, grinding against her bare clit. As she was kissing down his neck, Nigel was able to unbutton and unzip his jeans to release his hard, nine inch cock. As she stood on her knees, Nigel places both hands on her waist and tries positioning her. Tia rips his buttoned shirt apart at the moment she felt his dick inside her. It also caused her to moan in ecstacy. Even though she was a virgin, he bucked his hips as hard as he could, bringing her to climax.

At the moment moment he came, she squinted her eyes and realized she was still standing in front of him and looking into Nigel's eyes. She couldn't believe she fantasized the whole thing. That's when her friend came home.

Nigel "It seems I would have to leave you and go downstairs."

Tia "Okay."

Tia shrugs her shoulders as Nigel leaves the bathroom. After a humiliating weekend of a with her best friend, could it be possible for her and Nigel to end up together. Who knows.

The end~

**I know the story probably seemed strange and didn't make sense, but I just thought it would be cool to have a sexual ending. Besides, I'm not perfect. Maybe, one day, I'll write a fic based on the relationship of Tia and Nigel**Thanks for reading :)

A Tale Of Two Girlies Pt1 By Accidental Dreamer

 

 

 

 

 

It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Amanda was alone in the house. Everyone else was away- they’d all got things to do, and the house was hers for the weekend. If she’d been someone else, perhaps she might have got bored with no-one around. But Amanda was different. Being alone allowed her to do things she couldn’t easily do when anyone else was there. Smoke the odd joint, maybe. Walk around stark naked, perhaps. So far, so normal. But there was something else. When she was alone, Amanda liked to become Little Amanda. She liked to pretend she was a little girl. She found it relaxing and sexy to do all the things she did when she was younger. Mainly this involved dressing up in childish clothes, playing with her dolls and sucking her thumb. But, Amanda being Amanda, it didn’t stop there. Hidden away in a drawer, she kept things she didn’t want anyone else to find. People would have thought it very strange that a big girl of nineteen would want to wear the sort of underwear that was tucked away in that drawer. And the state of some of it! It was all thoroughly washed, but even a thorough washing hadn’t been able to completely remove the evidence of some of Amanda’s activities. From the faint brown stains on the seat, and- in some cases- the legbands of her underwear, one would have to conclude that Amanda Smith had a lot of very messy accidents in her pants. And one would be right.

Although she normally only indulged in these practices in the privacy of her bedroom, today, Amanda was going to be Little Amanda with a difference- she was going to go out in public! She’d very occasionally weed or pooed her pants in the street, but getting back into the house and cleaning up undetected was always difficult with people around. Today it was different- nobody was around! Just thinking about it made Amanda want to go to the toilet- all that adrenaline was making her bowels move. However, for the moment she had to be a big girl and control herself.

She busied herself sorting out what she’d need. There was a wood not far from her home, and if she took the back route, she wouldn’t be seen by many people. Once she was in the wood- nobody really went there much- she could be Little Amanda to her heart’s content. It was just the walk to the wood and the return journey back to her house that might be problematic if she really dressed up as a little girl. What would people think if she wore her flowery summer dress, white socks and ribbons in her hair? She loved to wet and mess wearing this sort of thing, but even she had to admit she looked vaguely ridiculous- fine in the bedroom, but maybe not in public. And the dress really did show up the brown stains that happened when she sat down- she couldn’t walk home like that! Reluctantly, she decided she’d have to compromise- but not too much! She chose a short, dark blue denim skirt with a little white top that showed her tummy. The ribbons in her hair were fine; she didn’t look that different to when she was dressed normally. The only odd thing about her outward appearance would be the white kneesocks she absolutely had to wear. She loved the way her wee would trickle down her legs and soak the socks, adding to the overall feeling of having completely wet herself. She wore a cute pair of trainers on her feet. Looking at herself in the mirror, she thought she’d be able to get away with the way she looked; well, the kneesocks would have to come off anyway for the return journey, as they’d be soaking wet, but that was OK.

Now for the underwear…Amanda opened the drawer and rummaged around. All these pants, every pair wonderful for wetting in, some ideal for pooing in- she was going to need a pair that could handle what she could sense was going to be a very big accident. She settled on a pair of pink high-waisted cotton knickers with thick, strong legbands. She knew from experience that they were highly absorbent and became wonderfully heavy and droopy when she peed them, and they held her poo accidents really well, unless she sat down hard. She stood in front of the mirror and pulled them on slowly. When they were round her knees they looked really huge- and she looked very cute. Once she’d pulled them up all the way, she liked how she could see the outline of her vagina showing through the thick cotton. She’d shaved herself smooth, so it looked very obvious. She turned round to look at her bottom. Her undies were ever so slightly baggy, and she liked the way the soft material caressed her skin when she scissored her legs. Lowering her skirt and pulling it tight over her behind, she could see a very obvious VPL- would people be able to tell she was wearing babyish knickers? Who cares!

She was almost ready; just a few things to take care of. Firstly, a spare pair of knickers and a plastic bag. She had no idea how messy she was going to get, but there was the distinct possibility that it would be so bad she couldn’t walk home like that. And if she was going to be such a naughty Little Amanda, she felt she ought to punish herself by changing into the most unflattering pants she could find. And there were plenty of those in her drawer! Mostly greyish-white in colour, all big and a bit baggy, some with the evidence of previous mishaps indelibly stained into the seat. Amanda chose a pair of these, and put them at the bottom of her bag. Along with her spare knickers, she put a toilet roll, in case she needed to change her pants and clean up in the wood, and a small hand-mirror- having an accident is no fun if you can’t see the mess you’ve made! As she was about to close the knicker-drawer, her eye was caught by a pair of navy-blue nylon gym knickers. Amanda liked pretending to be in PE class and wetting these; she also sometimes pooed in them, as they felt wonderfully stretchy and bouncy with all that mess in them, but the downside was that she couldn’t see her accident stains so easily. But maybe today she could have some fun in them- perhaps put them on over her dirty pink pants, to hold it all in better. She could be like those Japanese girls she’d seen on the net, who wore them over their regular knickers for PE! Finally, she chose a book to read, and stuffed it in the bag. At last she was ready. For now, she was plain Amanda Smith, but once she was in those woods, she could be Little Amanda for as long as she liked! She set off on her walk.

She was very aware of her big knickers rubbing against her as she walked, and she was very tempted to just wee herself there and then and enjoy that soggy, slapping feeling between her legs and the cold clinginess on her bottom. However, she kept control of herself and headed for the woods. It really was a lovely day, and she could smell the pine trees from some way off. Soon she’d be there, and she knew of a little clearing where nobody ever went, where she could have the most ghastly accident and do all the things she wanted to do in that state- run around, sit down, climb trees, take off her skirt and wander around in her shitty pink pants and little white top. Mmm!

She decided to enjoy the sunshine and read her book for a while, working up the need to go to the toilet. She was starting to need a wee quite badly, but she’d got all the time in the world, and she liked that feeling of desperation. It was going to take a few minutes to get to that stage, though, so she found a grassy area and sat down to read. She was so engrossed in her book that she didn’t notice the girl until she was practically standing over her. With a start, Amanda looked up to see a girl about her own age on the path, staring at her. She looked as surprised to see Amanda as Amanda was to see her. Actually, Amanda wasn’t so much surprised as annoyed. She was just about ready to wee her pants, and now this bloody girl had turned up. She hoped she’d go away. They stared at each other. Amanda, being a polite, well-brought up girl, thought she’d better say something, so she said, “Hi”, as non-committally as she could. “Hi”, replied the other girl, in a friendly way. “What are you reading?”. Oh for god’s sake, thought Amanda. “Oh, it’s just a trashy novel. I didn’t quite finish it when I was on holiday”. And suddenly Amanda found she was telling this girl where she’d been on holiday, what she’d done there, people she’d met, and so on and so forth. By this time the girl- Jodie, she was called- had sat down on the grass and didn’t seem to be in a hurry to leave. And strangely, Amanda didn’t really mind, although she was by now dying to go to the toilet. As they talked, Amanda surreptitiously rearranged her skirt so that she wasn’t sitting on it. It began to dawn on her that she could do something really daring- she could have an accident in her pants in front of this girl without her noticing! Maybe not a poo accident- she wasn’t quite ready to poo anyway- but it would be fun to slowly soak herself without Jodie being any the wiser.

As they talked, Amanda began releasing little squirts of pee into her pants. She sat with her legs straight out in front of her, and with her skirt out of the way, the pee soaked right through her knickers and into the grass. And Jodie couldn’t see a thing! She could feel her pee trickling out of her and downwards, into the seat of her pants, tickling her bottom. As the conversation progressed, she became more daring. Instead of a little spurt every ten seconds or so, Amanda started seeing how long she dared relax before stopping the flow. Two seconds….four seconds…then a great big gush which must have lasted eight seconds at least- she’d really wet her pants now! Eventually, after several long gushes, Amanda was sitting on warm, wet grass in a pair of totally soaked knickers, looking for all the world as if nothing was wrong. And Jodie seemed nice- how the hell was she going to get rid of her? Did she really want to get rid of her?

As they talked, Amanda tried to work out how she could get out of her awkward, if self-made, predicament. There she was, dressed like a little girl in her white socks- Jodie hadn’t commented on her appearance- and underneath her skirt, she was hiding a pair of soggy, stained little-girl knickers. She was in danger of completely humiliating herself if Jodie found out what she’d done. She decided the best thing was to move on. With a sigh, she gingerly started to get up. She mustn’t let Jodie see her pants. “Hey, Jodie, I’m sorry, but I’ve really got to be going…” Jodie held out her hand to help her up. Amanda grabbed her hand, and, still trying to keep her legs together, attempted to heave herself up. Bad move. She’d got halfway up, but what with trying to hide her pants, and sweaty palms due to her anxiety that Jodie shouldn’t find out what she’d done, it all went wrong. Amanda lost her grip on Jodie’s hand and went flying backwards. There was no way she could keep her legs closed. She lay sprawled on the grass, skirt around her thighs, displaying the wettest pair of knickers Jodie had ever seen.

At first, Jodie wasn’t sure she was seeing what she thought she was seeing. This girl Amanda certainly dressed unusually, but could she really be wearing a huge pair of pink knickers? And as Amanda lay there, not quite knowing what to do, Jodie noticed how they clung to her. At first it was difficult to tell they were wet, as all she could see was Amanda’s crotch and part of the seat of her pants, and those bits were so thoroughly wet that it gave the impression that that was their normal colour. But she had also glimpsed the front of Amanda’s pants, and they seemed to be a different shade of pink altogether.

“Are…are you OK?”, was all Jodie managed to say. Amanda was still lying there with her legs splayed. She wished the ground would swallow her. She could see Jodie standing there transfixed, and she knew the game was up. Blushing furiously, she raised herself onto her elbows and tried to look Jodie in the eyes, but she couldn’t. How was she going to explain this? Suddenly her pants felt cold and wet and horrible. She wished she’d never thought of this stupid idea of shitting and pissing herself outdoors. And talking of that, she was beginning to need a poo quite badly.

“Oh god, I’ve pissed myself”, was all she could say. Little Amanda wouldn’t have put it quite like that, but she wasn’t Little Amanda any more, she was Amanda Smith, who’d just been discovered wearing little girls’ underwear, soaked in urine. Maybe Jodie would think it had just happened when she fell over. Oh don’t be stupid, of course she wouldn’t. Amanda sat there miserably and waited for Jodie to laugh at her, or comment on her childish knickers, or the way she was dressed in general.

But Jodie didn’t seem inclined to do any of that. In fact, from what Amanda could tell, squinting up at her in the sunlight, she looked rather sympathetic. She was still staring, but she wasn’t laughing. She seemed mesmerised by Amanda’s pants. Once again, she held out her hand to help her up. This time, Amanda got a firm grip and hauled herself up. Little trickles of wee coursed down her legs. The seat of her pants sagged slightly underneath her skirt. “I’m really sorry”, was all she could think of to say. “It’s not your fault”, said Jodie gently. “Come on, let’s see how bad it is. Maybe you need to take them off.” Amanda couldn’t detect any malice in her voice. Surreally, she found herself lifting her skirt and turning her back. Jodie could now see the entire seat of her pants. If she was going to laugh, now would be the time she’d do it. But Jodie didn’t laugh. Instead, Amanda felt a hand on her bottom. Just for a couple of seconds, but it seemed to last for a lot longer. Jodie was checking her wetness! She didn’t mind getting Amanda’s pee on her hand! She felt her knickers being pulled out at the back, and heard them slapping wetly back against her bum. And then Jodie said in an awestruck voice, “My god, Amanda, you have done a lot”. “I know I have”, replied Amanda in a small voice. For a few seconds the two girls just stood there. Finally Amanda pulled her skirt down, covering her undies, and turned to face Jodie. Still blushing, her hair dishevelled, she said, “I’m in a bit of a state. I think I’d better get back home and get changed”. Jodie seemed to snap out of the trance she’d been in, and replied, “OK. But look, if you want, you can come back to my place I’ll help you change and put your stuff in the washing machine”. Amanda was about to reply that she lived nearby, and thanks, but she’d best just go back to her own place, but she stopped herself. It suddenly occurred to her that she was in a real-life wet pants situation, with someone offering comfort and help for what they thought was a genuine accident. Jodie seemed nice, and she didn’t seem to mind that Amanda had peed all over herself. She decided she wouldn’t mention that she lived nearby, and she wouldn’t mention that she had a change of underwear in her bag. Just go with the flow, as it were.

It was a ridiculous situation, though. Here she was, helpless and embarrassed, wearing strange clothes and arranging a pants-changing session with a total stranger. Not an unattractive one, either. She started to look more closely at her new friend. Petite, blonde, nice but quirky face. Faded blue jeans- wonder what kind of knickers she’s wearing- and a white top. Simple but effective. Little Amanda started to get naughty ideas. Ok then, go for it. “Have you got a spare pair I could change into while these are being washed?” she said, as casually as she could, given the circumstances. If this girl was going to help her change and wash her underwear, why shouldn’t she get a glimpse of what it would be like to be in her knickers?

Jodie’s reaction was unexpected. “Umm…n-no…I don’t think…”, she stammered. And then, more casually, “well… sure, but I’m not sure I’ve got any clean ones”. Amanda could tell something was amiss, but she wasn’t sure what. Had she overstepped the mark? “It’s OK, I don’t really need to wear underwear after all this!”. It didn’t really mean anything, but it made it sound as if she was OK either way. They looked at each other, unsure what either of them meant. ‘Well, let’s go", said Jodie. Silently, they trudged through the woods. Amanda could feel her knickers chafing and rubbing against her skin; not unpleasant, but things were getting so confusing that she wasn’t sure whether she was happy or sad. Jodie just walked on. Even in her own distracted state, Amanda could see that Jodie wasn’t happy. Why? Surely it was she who had offered the changing facilities?

Jodie suddenly stopped. “I need to have a rest”, she said, slightly breathlessly. “A rest?”, thought Amanda. The walk through the woods had hardly been taxing- and she was the one with the problem. Then she noticed Jodie was standing with her legs crossed. Did she need a wee, or was she just standing like that by chance? “Let’s just sit down over there, then”, she said, pointing to a log a few yards away. Jodie appeared reluctant to walk over to the log. “Anyway, you shouldn’t sit down or else your skirt’ll get wet”, Jodie answered, sounding strangely defensive. But the look in her eyes was frightened, rather than aggressive. But it was obvious that she didn’t want to move anywhere right now. “Do you need to pee?”, asked Amanda. It seemed strange that Jodie should be shy about peeing after what she herself had done. “Just go into the woods a bit- I won’t look!”. Jodie tried to laugh, but just looked flustered. “No, I don’t need to pee- I’m fine!” she said, unconvincingly. Several silent seconds passed, as Jodie struggled with whatever was bothering her. Amanda had a sudden desire to hug Jodie- to tell her that it was OK to go to the toilet, that she’d wet her own pants, why didn’t Jodie do the same- when Jodie did an enormous, bubbling fart. In a moment, Amanda realised what the problem was. She’d been there herself a thousand times, in reality and in fantasy. Jodie needed to do a poo! In fact, from the sound of it, Jodie might already have done it. Part of Amanda wanted Jodie to have an accident, the other half fervently hoped that she wouldn’t. She’d been so kind to her; why would she want this girl to humiliate herself in front of her? “You haven’t done it, have you?”, she said. “Get your jeans down and just do it here. I’ll turn my back”. It took a few seconds before Jodie was able to reply. Holding back had required her full attention. “No, it’s alright. I think I’ll be OK until we get back to my place. Anyway, there’s no toilet paper round here”. Once again Amanda battled with her conscience. She had toilet paper right there in her bag; should she offer it to her or not? Once again, the naughty ideas in her mind won the day. She kept silent.

Jodie appeared to have recovered a little, and they started to walk again. Amanda couldn’t help wondering whether Jodie had followed through in her pants; it had been a very wet fart. She didn’t appear to be walking strangely- just a bit fast- and, when Amanda held back on the pretext of adjusting her damp knickers, she couldn’t see any evidence of a mishap on the seat of Jodie’s jeans. She did have a nice visible panty line, however- she was definitely not wearing a thong, or skimpy knickers. Amanda really wanted to ask her if she’d already done anything in her pants, but she was too shy. As they walked, they chatted, but the nearer they got to the edge of the wood, the more silent and anxious Jodie became. Once more she had to stop and clamp down, only this time she gasped as a spasm overtook her. Amanda didn’t know where to look; Jodie was bright red with embarrassment and the effort of holding it in, and looked a bit foolish, to be honest. However, Amanda was well aware that she had also looked foolish in her wet pants, and Jodie hadn’t mocked her. At one point she gave a loud groan, and Amanda was sure she’d let at least a little bit escape. After a few minutes, Jodie was ready to walk again, and Amanda’s suspicions were confirmed. She was walking awkwardly, legs slightly too far apart. Once or twice she tugged at the seat of her jeans, pulling them away and downwards slightly. ‘Have you had a little accident?“, asked Amanda. “You can tell me if you have- it’s happened to me before”. A long silence, and then Jodie replied shyly, “well, I’ve just done a bit. Only a little bit”. Amanda’s heart missed a beat. Here she was, walking along in damp pants, with a girl who’d got messy knickers on. She really wanted to see Jodie’s knickers. Would she be able to tell from the outside what had happened on the inside? And what would they look like inside? “Look, Jodie. Don’t torture yourself. Just get your jeans and pants down and do the rest here. No-one’s around, and it’s going to be worse if you don’t”. But Jodie just continued walking stiff-legged towards the road. She was obviously determined to reach the safety of her house and go to the toilet properly.

As they came out of the wood and into the bright sunshine, Jodie came to an abrupt halt once more. 'I really don’t think I can make it. Just let me…“, and she clamped down hard once again. Her mouth was shut tight, and she was making little moaning sounds as she fought against the inevitable. Amanda just stood there, half excited, half fearful, as her new friend went through a private hell right in front of her eyes. In the end, it all happened very fast. Suddenly the moaning stopped, she uncrossed her legs, there was a soft "whomp” sound, and Jodie burst into tears. “I’m so sorry”, she sobbed, “I’ve done it in my pants!”. She stood there, legs apart, buckling slightly at the knees, her face buried in her hands. “Oh Jodie”, said Amanda softly, “come here”. And she gave Jodie a big hug. She could smell her accident, and she could feel her own pants rubbing against her, damp and cold. She couldn’t resist warming them up with a trickle of wee, and then another one. She was holding Jodie close, so she couldn’t see the little streams rolling down her legs.

She held Jodie until she’d stopped crying, and stepped back to look at her. She seemed rooted to the spot, not daring to move in case she disturbed the mess in her pants. “Come on, Jodie. The sooner we get to your place, the sooner we can sort both of us out”. She tried, with limited success, to keep the excitement out of her voice. She took Jodie’s hand and began to walk slowly along the road. “How are you feeling?”, she asked. “Horrible. Messy, sticky, yeuchh..” came the answer. Gradually, Jodie began to walk more normally. She’d obviously given up trying to keep the mess away from her bottom, and had resigned herself to a very dirty pair of knickers, not to mention jeans. What was beginning to both worry and excite Amanda was that she too was beginning to feel the need to poo. After all, that was what she’d gone into the woods to do, and she hadn’t had the opportunity to do it. She just didn’t know how all this was going to end.

At last they reached Jodie’s house. As Jodie turned the key in the lock, Amanda noticed a wet, dark stain beginning to appear on her jeans. If she played her cards right, maybe she’d get to see what it looked like underneath the jeans. The first hurdle was getting Jodie upstairs to the bathroom. She took ages to climb the stairs; Amanda followed right behind, her eyes glued to Jodie’s bottom. She could almost see the mess being squashed and moving from side to side- not quite, but she could easily imagine what was happening. She was starting to need the toilet quite badly now, and would have loved to rush ahead into the bathroom, but Jodie’s predicament took precedence now. She was in a far worse state than Amanda….

My Fetish is Back with a Vengeance byNaughtyMisty©

 

 

 

 

 Where do I even begin? For readers who haven't read my previous stories, my name is Misty. I'm your typical ordinary looking girl, dirty blonde hair and plump boobs with a curvier figure. Not fat and not skinny. My sex drive is anything but ordinary, though. The past couple of months I've been exploring a new founded fetish I happened on by accident. Scat.

If you saw me pass by you in a store, at the library, or anywhere you could think of.. you would never think that I was the type of girl into this. I don't look like or act like a person that would ever be into such a dirty and depraved fetish, and no one I don't think would ever be able to guess that I was but here I am!

As I mentioned in my last experience I shared with you, the amount of support I've received has been absolutely overwhelming. It just keeps on continuing, too!

When I first set out to write about how I discovered this fetish, I chose Literotica to be the place I could share my secret with the random people of the internet. It was my way of being able to confess to people how dirty I love to be, without the drama that would come in real life if anyone found out.

I have gotten several messages from other women who have found comfort in telling me that they share a similar fetish and that my stories have opened them up to experimenting with themselves. I can't even describe how good this makes me feel inside!

Let's face it, scat is a very taboo fetish. It is the brunt of a lot of jokes, kink shaming, you name it. I've scoured forums on random sites, researched as much as I possibly could of why people develop the fetish, but have still come up short as to why it turns me on so much. So when I read the messages you girls have sent me, saying you feel very excited to have a friend or someone to trust that you can open up to about liking something so dirty, it brings the utmost joy to my life. I hope that us women can start breaking the mold, making this fetish become less taboo and more commonplace and accepted in the future. After all, guys aren't the only ones who have such filthy fantasies!

Why am I telling you all this? Because this is where my next experience picked up. After my last story, "Delving Deeper into My Messy Fetish", where I ended up having a really dirty time in my roommate's panties, I was riddled with an extreme guilt on my conscience that I just couldn't shake for the life of me. This is part of the reason I took a bit longer to post another experience. I decided that I was gonna stop the experimenting, no extreme fetishes or anything anymore. I thought it would be easy, I really did.

Every time I saw my roommate Angela, I just couldn't help but keep seeing what I did that night play out in my head. It turned me on immensely, and I ended up masturbating furiously a few more nights afterwards but eventually the guilt caught up to me. It didn't help matters either that she actually asked me where her panties disappeared to. I just ended up telling her that I had no clue where they went and left it at that. I had to realize that a normal person with a normal mind would never suspect what had really taken place so I didn't get too paranoid about her ever suspecting what really happened.

Then the shame crept in. I felt so fucking bad about ruining those panties. I felt filthy and dirty and a horrible self loathing for the way I had been behaving the past month. I hated myself for being so turned on over it and finally just told myself that that was it. I didn't care how pent up I was going to get, I would never masturbate to anything remotely dirty like that again. I was officially done with being a "sexual deviant". Blame it on my religious upbringing, my own guilt over giving into the urges, I just didn't want anymore of it!

I ended up deleting all my bookmarks, history, everything! Up to this point, I had gotten quite a collection of my favorite websites and videos to watch while playing with myself, and even ended up joining an amateur scat site to try to make some friends in the scat community and to be able to build a collection of my favorite videos. It was all gone within an hour or so, though.

I went on for about two weeks, being awfully tempted and having my horniness build up at times but I constantly resisted and never gave in. I didn't let myself go anywhere near anything remotely sexual on the internet whatsoever. It was a brutal two weeks but I somehow made it through without any masturbation! I convinced myself that I didn't need it anymore and that it was ruining me as a person. I even stopped checking Literotica! I was so fucking serious to stop this addiction. I thought I had won.

I decided to attend church for the first time in a very long time, I'd say a couple of years at least. For privacy reasons, I won't say which one but if you read my first experience I ever wrote on here, you would know I came from an extremely Christian background. I was seeking out serious help because I starting having the most intense urges to start masturbating again.

I craved to watch filthy videos, to see girls being dirty, to play with myself, to be messy again. It penetrated every single thought of my head at this point. I begged my own body to just give in and release the tension that had built up, but I still resisted somehow! All I had to think about was how much Angie trusted me as her roommate, and what I secretly had done in her panties, which would then keep me in check with myself and remind me how shameful I felt. At this point though, it was turning me on again more than anything else.

There I sat in church Sunday morning, listening to the words of the man standing up in front of the congregation, going on about some random passage. I didn't really pay attention, all I could focus on was the pressure behind my groin area. I felt so out of place, I didn't feel I belonged here at all. I felt I was already damned, like I had already damaged my chances of ever being a good girl again. I was wearing an orange pair of panties underneath my black skirt, while my legs were crossed beneath me with one foot tapping up and down impatiently. I just wanted it to be over and I felt so horrible inside that I couldn't even make it through the first part of the service. It was early in the morning, I was tired and more than anything, I was at an all time high of being horny. It was becoming too overwhelming.

I was about to crack. While my legs were crossed, I felt my clit already hard between my thighs with every bounce of my foot I gave. An immediate rush of vivid images of women fingering themselves, while hearing the all familiar pushing noises and seeing their assholes start opening started flooding my mind. I wanted so desperately to slip my hand down underneath my skirt right then and there but I didn't dare, especially in a church.

Instead, I got up and walked out of the sermon. The older man's voice trailed off in the background as I picked my walking pace up considerably, heading out the door and straight for my car in the parking lot. It didn't help matters at all that I needed to pee extremely bad. Before I left to go to church that morning, I had drank a big cup of lemon tea. The added pressure of having to pee combined with the sexual tension was just too much to handle and as soon as I sat down in the driver's seat, I literally said "Fuck it," out loud.

The door shut, and my fingers were immediately down the font of my panties. I was absolutely soaked, and my heart started racing so fucking fast. My middle finger found its way down to my clit, brushing over the bit of pubes I always kept on me. It was already pulsating and I felt ready to have an orgasm the second I made contact with it. I stopped, though.

I looked around me, noticing that there were many people doing daily mundane things. There was a man mowing a lawn across the road from me, another woman backing up a truck to her porch to the right, and a few religious people walking out of the same church I had just come from. As much as I wanted to, I knew I couldn't just whip my tits out and start cumming right where I sat. I didn't have tinted windows in my car, either.

Something happened, though. Just the mere thought of being so naughty in the middle of all these people, the public aspect of it all, had me so fucking turned on that I could've came without touching myself had I tried. I thought to myself, "Oh fucking great, another misfire in my brain, another filthy fetish."

Up to this point, I had never considered doing anything in public. I looked once more around the parking lot I sat in, then looked down at the skin of my thighs, pressed tightly together again. I had to pee so bad and I couldn't really hold it anymore. I was in such a devious mood and I craved nothing more than to be as filthy as I possibly could be and to cum as hard as I could.

I opened my legs again, my heart's rhythm matching the blood pressure I could feel building in my head. What I was about to do was getting me so worked up, I could not even really focus on anything outside anymore. I focused all my energy on my bladder.

I let out the first spurt, an immediate wet spot soaking the front of my panties. It sent chills up my whole body. My fingers were immediately down on my pussy again, this time finding their way inside. I let more pee out in a stronger gush. I watched the yellow liquid shoot all over my hand, and out from my panties across the front of my driver's seat. A puddle formed underneath my ass and thighs, that was rather warm and comforting. I was so close to cumming already, and feeling the warm pee, knowing I was in public, I just gave in and had the first orgasm I had had in two weeks. My body shook profusely, while I tried my absolute hardest to look normal sitting in my car for anyone who might've been looking into my window. Little did people know that I was sitting in a puddle of my own piss, fingers in my pussy, throbbing clit and cumming like fucking crazy. I was just getting started, too.

I felt the beast come back into me. I felt the familiar craving to be filthy, the aching to be depraved and to cum as hard and as many times as I could. That first orgasm awoke it in me. The whole previous two weeks was out the fucking window, I was back and I knew this time it was here to stay. I was never going to let myself go through that agony ever again. My chest was heaving up and down, barely able to catch my breath after cumming. I could feel my nipples inside my bra, actually starting to hurt from being so hard. I wanted so much to reach up and start feeling my tits but I couldn't because another guy was walking his dog in front of my car, on the sidewalk. When he noticed me looking his way, he actually lifted his hand and waved to me!

I busted out laughing. I just couldn't help myself. This fucking guy had no idea I had just cum that hard and that I had just pissed directly through my panties into my own driver's seat! So you know what I did? I waved back, making sure to use the hand that was just previously on my pussy. Up close, you could clearly see the stringy cum on my fingers and how glistening wet they were from the mixture of pee and juices but I could've cared less. It only made me more naughty feeling knowing that fact.

I grabbed my phone out of my purse and quickly loaded up the browser. I knew what I wanted to see. Funnily enough, I went straight to Literotica and loaded up my messages. There was the familiar entourage of 2-3 messages from some random guys. While I appreciate the messages, I already made it clear in previous stories I wasn't really interested in talking with guys online. I was always more into hearing from fellow females because I felt like I could relate more.

I went straight to a message I had saved from several weeks previously. It was from a particular woman, and if she is reading this she will know who she is. She admitted to me that she has been toying with the idea of trying some dirty play for the past year and has almost come close to trying it but has always stopped herself. So what did I do? I encouraged her to go for it! Not only did she act on it the next day, but she gave me the juicy details as well.

While I will never give away any info about her, I can say this was the absolute pinnacle of my Literotica career to hear that I helped this woman discover something new about herself. She quite literally gave me permission to mention her in my next experience I was gonna share on here, so what better time to do it?

When I first read how she went about trying scat play for her first time, I masturbated - the same exact reason I was about to reread it while sitting in my car. Nothing had ever turned me on so much, especially just through words alone. So I thank her immensely, and here is your mention you asked for!

It felt so fucking good to be back on Literotica. I went to my inbox and scrolled straight to the woman's message. While doing so, I gave myself a playful push with my asshole. I definitely had to go to the bathroom, I had completely skipped it this morning because I woke up too late. I felt the familiar rush of depravity wash over me. I could't fucking wait to feel the messiness, I needed it so bad.

I read on into my favorite parts of this woman's experience, how she started out laying in her bed just like me in my first experience. She told me she was mimicking every action I did, and that she didn't need porn at all unlike I had originally. The only difference is that she said after she started shitting into her panties, she immediately reached into them and felt her shit. Now there was something I had not really gotten into yet! My first experience, I had initially gotten a bit on my fingers but nothing substantial. That was about to change.

The piss had pretty much soaked into the seat and the bottom flap of my skirt and panties were now a damp wet, getting colder every minute. I held up my phone, my eyes actively scanning all the parts of the woman's story that made my blood rush down straight into my groin. I pushed again, this time harder with my ass. I actually had to go pretty damn bad.

My ass was starting to open up, and my fingers were aching to go straight back to my pussy. I felt my ass cheeks start spreading apart a bit, but slowly. I gave in to the urge, and my fingers shot straight down to my clit. I started rubbing circles around it, feeling my pussy juices and some more pee leak out down to the pile that was now forming a bulge beneath me. I wasn't gonna be able to hold off on cumming much longer, it had been two weeks too long.

As I felt the pressure inside my tight panties building underneath me, my pussy started throbbing more and more violently. Something about the mess beneath me filling up the small space between my panties, ass and driver's seat was just too overwhelming to handle. It was so fucking dirty and taboo and it felt so good to be doing it in this public setting, that I didn't want to hold off any longer. I'm sorry, this wasn't gonna be a time I was gonna edge myself, it had just been way too long for me and I was ready to explode.

I gave into the rush building inside my whole body. My legs started trembling first as I felt the wave extend out from the pressure behind my pussy, from my ass, and I pushed as hard as I possibly could. More shit came out of my ass, and I could smell it strongly inside my car now. The shit started going up into the crevice of my ass cheeks, and onto the very front of my pussy. I gripped my hand tightly onto my lady parts, pulling my panties to the side with the other, spilling some right out onto my seat in front of me. My body continued riding the storm, I let out a moan and the last thing I pictured before finally succumbing fully to the orgasm was my friend on Literotica, dipping her fingers into her own shit as she came.

Skipping a beat or two, my heart couldn't take much more and I was shaking incredibly. On their own accord, my unoccupied fingers hastily went down into the side bottom of my panties, directly into the warm mushy shit that was all underneath my ass. You really did it, Misty you dirty girl. I couldn't fucking believe it but as soon as my fingers made contact with the mess, my pussy started twitching even harder and I came so ferociously that I let a bit more shit out into my panties. The pressure was immense. Nothing beat the feeling of pushing as hard as I could when cumming like that.

My eyes were closed for the entire duration of that final orgasm and I couldn't help but throw my head back into my seat, feeling my filled up panties ride even further underneath my ass and pussy. I was such a fucking mess and I knew it.

After I came to my senses, I looked down to see the lovely site that awaited me. There was my orange panties, completely lumpy and with shit spilling out on either side of the seat. I pulled them to the side and found my pussy lips completely caked with dark brown mush and some even inside me a bit, but I didn't care at all. The fingers of my left hand were pretty damn messy, and all but my pinkie had shit up to the middle joints of each. It was almost shocking how messy I let myself become, but it felt so good at the same time that I was back into my fetish with a new found love of being in public!

I couldn't help but think about Angela on the way home. I nonchalantly started up the car, backed up and started out on the main road. No one even suspected a thing from this innocent blonde girl, driving along in her car harmlessly. No one knew I was sitting in the messiest pile of shit, piss and pussy juices , a warm mix with some of it all over my fingers. I fucking loved that fact and I would be lying if I told you that I went home and didn't masturbate again, this time in the shower. Thankfully, my roommate wasn't home tonight.

While I still felt bad about what I did to Angie's panties a few weeks previously, I decided that life is too short to feel like the pure hell I went through the past two weeks of ignoring my true desires. I didn't care at all anymore, and if it came to it I just accepted the fact I would probably do it again given the chance. I just want everyone to know that I am back, hornier and dirtier than ever and I am never going to ignore my feelings again! I look forward to hearing from all of you!

Love, Misty

Told to Use Her Panties - new story

 

Posted by WetBubba on January 11, 2011 at 07:36 [99.114.98.179]

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.