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Posted by Miss Haruna on January 29, 1999 at 18:27

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My first attempt at fiction--be kind. Sorry about the last post...it didn't include her thoughts.

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SUSAN'S TRIP TO THE POOL
by Miss Haruna

Susan was the kind of girl that always attracted the attention of the male persuasion--long legs, pert breasts, and long silky brown hair. She enjoyed showing off her teenage body, and on this occasion was wearing a barely there bikini at the public pool.

I was a lovely day. The sky was blue and the sun was shining on Susan's silky hair as she waded into the pool. She quickly ducked under the water and began to swim laps. Halfway through her third lap, she began to feel the need to poop, but she decided to ignore it, thinking it would go away. About a lap later, however, she began having horrible cramps. She thought about it and realized that she hadn't pooped for about a week. She decided to keep swimming regardless. After her tenth lap, she was forced to stop because there were so many people in the pool. She swam over to one of the corners and put her arms up on the concrete and stayed there, supported by her arms. She cringed as another wave of cramps began and she had to forceably hold her anus shut. Finally, she thought she had it under control, so she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. SPLASH! A young boy jumped into the pool just in front of Susan and startled her. Just then, another cramp hit, and she could feel her anus opening. she thought, "No, no, I can't poop here in the pool. I can't poop my bikini in the pool!" She tried to close her anus, but it was numb from holding shut so long. She felt the tip of the 2 1/2 inch wide turd stretching her anus to an ungodly size. She still resisted. "I'm not going to poop in the pool!" she told herself, but the chant wasn't working. She could feel the huge turd sliding out of her wide open anus and and the back of her bikini bottom just beginning to tent out. The poop stopped moving because of the resistance. She tried valiantly to pull it back in, but she couldn't, and she was in great pain in her present state. She knew the only thing she could do at this point was to let it out right there in the pool. She gave a small push, but because the poop was so dry and large, it didn't move. She looked around nervously before pushing harder and she felt the poop begin to move again. She gasped as she felt the seat of her bikini tenting outward and the warm turd sliding against her bottom and into her bikini. The poop broke off and the 6 inch turd nestled into her bikini. She reached behind herself to feel the lump created by her poop and was stunned to realize that the legbands of her bikini were stretched out, allowing anyone underwater to see what she had done. Then she came to a realization as she felt her anus begin to open again. There was more. She felt a second turd, no less wide than the last, push past her anus and make its decent into her bikini bottoms...only it didn't. She felt the turd slide against the one that was already there, redirecting it out of her bikini and into the pool water. Her eyes got large as she realized what was happening, but there was nothing she could do about it. "I might as well get this over with, "she thought as she pushed. Hard. The dry dark brown mass slowly inched into the water. Susan was amazed by the size of her turd, which she estimated to be about eight inches and still growing. The water around her turd and her butt began to turn a lightish brown and she felt the turd in her pants begin to get a little mushy. At about 9 inches, the turd finally ended and began to float next to her. Afraid that someone would realize what she had done, she quickly (or as quickly as the load in her bikni would allow her) exited the pool proceeded towards the bathroom. Behind her she heard, "Mommy, mommy, look! Someone did poo poo in the pool!" "What?" Came a female voice. "Oh my God, Timmy get away from there. SOMEONE POOPED IN THE POOL!" She yelled. Susan turned around to see little kids screaming and everyone moving as quickly as the could to get out of the pool. Blushing, she ran towards the bathroom.

Once there, she cleaned herself up, and checked herself in the mirror for any damage: None that she could see. She walked over to the food stand. All that work had made her hungry. As she ordered the pizza, she felt it: Another log pushing against her anus. She looked longingly at the bathroom, but like with the first two, she couldn't do anything to stop it, so she crouched down slightly and pushed. She felt the solid, dry poop push her anus apart and begin to fill her bikini. They tented out to accomodate the humongous load she was dropping. The thick poop coiled as it hit her bikini, and she gasped. This was more poop than the last two movements combined! When she was finally finished, she reached behind and felt the mass that was about as big as two grapefruits. She relaxed and sighed with relief. Big mistake. Pee that she hadn't even known she'd been holding came gushing into her bikini and began to splatter against the white tiles at the food stand. She stood there slightly bent over peeing in her already filled bikini bottoms for over a minute. When she stopped, she decided to forget the pizza and head home. She never went back to that pool again...but it was by no means her last accident.
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Posted by Anados on April 06, 1998 at 02:44:39:
All characters are entirely fictional, blah, blah, blah. This is my first attempt at the genre, so bear with me. Hope you enjoy it.
The ropes dug into her wrists as she desperately pulled on them, bound behind her back and tied somehow to the toilet on which she sat. The rough cloth gag absorbed her cries, and her grunts of exertion came out muffled. Her bare feet were tied back, probably to the same line of rope that bound her hands. She could see herself in the mirror facing the toilet. Dark hair bobbed at the chin, pressed against her head by the red cloth bandanna. She wore a green tee-shirt and her panties, perched atop the toilet.
Her assailant had left her there without a word. He had even moved the mirror so she could see her own struggles. There was something hard pressing into her clit, and whatever it was had wires which ran down to some kind of box on the floor beside her. It seemed to have a light on it, but it was not lit. There was one other wire from whatever it was, still in her panties, tickling her asshole. The panties weren’t tight, so the hard little wire wasn’t painful, but it was still *there*.
So she sat, closing her eyes as the tears ran down her cheeks. It wasn’t bad enough that he had tied her to the toilet, and plugged her into some electric box. That wasn’t the worst thing. No, she had to take a shit, too.
The pressure in her bowels was steadily building, pressing down. She concentrated on keeping her cheeks pressed closely together. Someone would find her. Soon. At least she hoped so. As the minutes ticked by, she felt the pressure mount against her sphincter. It stretched just slightly open, a turd pressing through. She clenched her cheeks tight, but the turd was trapped there, a reminder of what she had to do. It hadn’t escaped, thank god. She took a deep breath, and the turd retracted back into her colon. She sighed through the gag. How embarrassing, to be found tied to a toilet with a full load in your panties.
Then it happened, again. The shit in her bowels started moving again, opening up her sphincter. She strained hard against the force of the movement, but it was not to be denied. Her asshole opened up as she felt the turn poke its way through. It passed, rubbing her asscheeks. She felt the turd poke into her panties, and its movement slowed as it met the resistance from the cotton fabric. Then, it stopped. She could feel the turd still in her ass, pressed against her panties. She imagined it to look like a tent.
The turd retracted a little, sending an electric shiver up her spine. Then the tent-pole broke, and there was no resistance. Her eyes opened wide as she filled her panties. The shit snaked out of her asshole, settling into the crack of her ass and pushing forward toward her pussy. It felt very warm as it snuggled into her crack and the panties pressed it against her cheeks.
With a click, the light on the little box jumped to life, and so did the vibrator against her clit. The sensation was just too much. She jumped against her bonds as the vibrator hummed against her clit, and the warm shit cradled her ass and her pussy. Not knowing what else to do, she gave a push with her bowels, and more shit came out, getting caught in her sphincter, holding it open. The extra volume in her panties pressed the vibrator harder against her clit. She couldn’t help it, or hold it back. The waves of an incredible orgasm shook her from head to foot.
She sagged against her bonds, gulping air past the gag. The heat-sensitive vibrator continued to hum, though, and brought her back to her senses. She wriggled her butt a bit, but couldn’t get the shit in her panties to move at all.
What was that? A door?
She strained to hear, past the hum of the vibrator. Yes, there were definitely footsteps coming. She held her breath. There was a knock on the bathroom door. “Stacey, are you done in there? I have to use the toilet.”
He room-mate, Alexa. Stacey quickly unwound the ropes from her wrists and pulled the gag out of her mouth. “I just got in. It’ll be a few minutes,” she said.
“Well, hurry it up, ‘kay?”
Stacey smiled at her reflection. She stood up, her panties sagging down. She put the toilet -seat down and then sat in her full panties, feeling the shit ooze around her ass and pussy. Alexa’s turn would have to wait.

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Shanyn Shits Herself

Rick didn't like his mother's new boyfriend, so he wasn't exactly thrilled when he found out that both him and his daughter, who was two years older than himself, were coming to stay with them for a short while. That was until he met her anyway. She was an exstremely pretty girl, very well developed for her age, and although a bit fat, had a really sexy body which she liked to show off.

He couldn't believe how short Shanyn wore her skirts, which provided him plenty of opertunities to sneak peeks at her panties as she lounged around very unlady like, bending and stretching infront of Rick, obviously teasing him. Of course he didn't mind, aside from being a bit self conscious of the perminate bulge in the front of his pants, he couldn't get enough of her.

The second day she was there, Rick's mother told him to show Shanyn around and keep her company while she and her boyfriend slipped away for the day. Shanyn suggested they go on a picnic in the park that boardered Rick's yard, so they packed up sandwiches and soft drinks, a radio and blanket. Then off they went, finding a nice spot on the grass by the creek, a little bit away from the main park area, and set up their picnic.

Shanyn, to Rick's delight, had wore brown thin strapped platform sandles and a skimpy little summer dress that had a white background with many colored flowers on it. She had on a white bra, as Rick didn't miss the straps that showed and cleavage displayed when she bent over infront of him. The dress was really short, revealing her golden tanned, smooth skinned chunky thighs which he couldn't keep his eyes off of.

Rick flushed with excitement when Shanyn, kneeling on the blanket, crawled over to straighten out the edges, showing the entire seat of the shiny white panties stretched over her fat bum. But it was a little while later, after they had eaten and were lounging on the blanket talking and listening to the radio, that Rick's heart nearly stopped.

Shanyn was half seated on her side, leaning up on one arm with her thighs together and legs in a bent position. Her short dress had riden way up and she was playing with her long blond curls, talking away while seemingly taking no notice of Rick's inquisitive glances. Then she carelessly spread her thighs, propping one leg up to rest her arm on her knee, fully exposing her panties.

Rick's eyes nearly popped out of his head and he just sat there starring at the dried yellow stain in her crotch. He couldn't believe that Shanyn had peed her panties. She watched him until he finally, blushing hard, look up at her. But Shanyn, making no attempt to cover herself up just smiled and carried on talking. Rick didn't hear a word, all he could think about was the pee stain in Shanyn's panties.

A little while later Shanyn suggested they go for a walk along a nearby path. They packed up and walked a short distance to a wooded area when Shanyn , pointing to a small clearing just off to the right, said let's go over there, I have to go pee. A few steps from the path she stopped and turning to Rick said this is far enough.

Without another word, Shanyn spread her feet thirty inches apart and lifted the front of her dress exposing herself to him. She concentrated for a moment before her panties darkened low in the crotch and dribbles of pee started to fall through. Then she sqeesed out her piss forming a solid stream that flowed through her panties and onto the ground between her sandles. Rick's excitement was obvious as Shanyn finished pissing herself in front of him. That feels better she sighed,finally done.

Looking straight at him she said, I need to do a poo as well. Shanyn turned around, leaning way over, feet apart and hands on her knees so that Rick had a full view of her exposed backside. Grunting as she tightened up to push out her poop, it took Shanyn several tries before he saw anything happen. Then her panties began to tent outwards as she continued straining and he could see a poop stick inside slowly pressing them out on a downward angle before breaking off.

Shanyn kept on pushing and another turd poked out ontop of the first until it was pinched off, lodging inside the seat of her panties with the other one. She pushed out a few more two or three inch poops until the seat of her white panties bulged in a lumpy ball the size of an orange. Shanyn reached back checking the results of her efforts as she stood up tugging at the back of her short dress, attempting to cover it up.

Can you tell she asked Rick who was in shock. N-no he stammered, well maybe when you bend over. Shanyn stepped toward him and turning her back said help fix me up, push it up into my bum crack a little. Rick put a shaky hand under the warm firm load in the seat of Shanyn's panties, gently lifting it up into her while she hiked up her dress and pulled her panties up as high as she could. Then readjusting her dress said, that should be okay.

They spent a couple more hours together before going home where Shanyn went into her bedroom, closing the door. Sneakily listening outside, he could hear her moving on the bed and moaning. Rick was invited a few more times during her stay to come and watch while Shanyn went to the toilet in her panties. There were a couple occasions too, when they were all together, he shared her notty little secret, knowing that she had a poop in her panties. It was the best time he ever had.


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Here is a story that I wrote some time ago, but never completed. Maybe if I have the time I will finish it and post the rest.

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Sara, My Life Story
My name is Sara and I'm eight years old. My mother is always complaining about how I am not potty trained. So one fine afternoon I was in room playing with my doll baby.
" Sara, do you need to go to the bathroom," called my mom from in the living room
" No," I called back to her.
I was telling a lie, I did need to pee. So I went over to chair and sat down. I was deciding whether to pee in my pants. I decided to. I just relaxed and felt the spreading warmth around my crotch. Just as I finished going, my mom walked into my room.
" Didn't I just ask if you needed to go to the bathroom?"
" Yes," I said.
" Well why did you just wet in your pants?"
" I don't know,"
" Take down your pants, I'm going to spank you," she said.
So I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down. Where my panties were wet they were sticking to me.
" Take down your old wet panties too," she said.
I pulled them down and Mom spanked me four times across my butt.
" Now go and change clothes,"
So I went to the bathroom and changed into a cute little dress and put on a pair of fresh panties. I went back to room to play.
Later that evening I was in the living room with Mom watching television.
" Do you need to go to the bathroom now, Sara?" Mom said
" No, I'm going back to my room to play," I said.
" Well just don't use the bathroom in your pants no more," she said.
I went back to my room and was drawing. I then noticed that I needed to poop. So I stood up and strained to go. Then I felt myself beginning to go. I felt the warmth and weight of poop in my panties. I decided to sit in it. I sat back down and felt that warmth spread all around my butt. I pulled my dress up around my chest and looked at my butt in my mirror. The bottom of my panties were getting wet and turning brown where the poop was seeping through them. My mom called to me asking if I needed to go to the bathroom.
" No Mom, I already pooped in my panties," I called back.
She came into my room" How many times have I told you not to use the bathroom in your pants?"
" I don't know," I said.
" Well go get cleaned up," she said wearily.
I guess she is giving up on me, I know better than to poop in my pants, I just like to for some reason. I guess it is the way it feels to do something that is wrong and I like the way it is real warm too. I went and cleaned out my panties and took a shower.

SEVEN YEARS LATER

Here I am fifteen years old and all the other girls my age like boys but I don't. I seem to like girls better. The other girls are always talking about how great a boy's butt looks but I think a girl's butt looks better. I still like to poop in my pants but don't ever talk about it to anyone. Mom must know because my panties are always wet were I have cleaned them out. I met another girl who felt about boys the way I do. We are good friends with each other and her name is Brenda.
One day she said " We have been good friends for a long time, I am going to tell you something about myself I don't want anyone else to know about. I like to poop in my pants, I have for years."
I said " You know, I like to too,"
" Really! Well next time I have to poop I won't hold it until I'm alone to poop in my pants, I 'll just go ahead and poop my pants,"
" That's fine with me, actually I have to go right now but I was holding it until after I went home but I'll just go ahead and do it, "
I stained a little bit and then I felt myself going. The weight in my jeans got heavier.
Brenda said " I think I can go now too, "
She strained then I saw the bottom of her jeans bulge.
" Oh, that feels better. I always sit down in it too,"
I done something I have wanted to do for a long time, I reach out and grabbed her butt, I have always thought she had a good looking butt. I felt the poop squish in my hand around her butt.
Brenda then grabbed my butt too. We started playing with each other's butts. Then I felt around to her stomach then up her belly to her boobs and was squeezing them. Brenda done the same. We were staring into each others eyes. Brenda closed hers then leaned her head forward towards mine. We done what seemed natural to us, we kissed. It started out just touching our lips together but soon her tongue was in my mouth and I loved it! The kiss broke.
Brenda said" Well I had better go home and get cleaned up,"
" Yeah I guess I had better get cleaned up too,"
" I'll see you at school tomorrow, Sara," Brenda said.
" Okay,"
The next day at school we didn't get a chance to talk. So that evening I went to her house.
Brenda said " I didn't realize what we were doing until later,"
I said " I didn't really either, but it felt so good,"
" Yes, I think it was fun too,"
" I thought it was great that we are so close. You know something?"
Brenda said " What's that?"
" I think that I'm in love with you," I said.
" I love you too,"
She leaned forward and we french kissed for a very long time, She would put her tongue in my mouth then I would put my tongue in her mouth. Our kiss broke.
Brenda said " You know your tits are bigger than mine?"
I said " No, I didn't notice that, and besides how do you know?"
" Because you remember we were playing with each other's tits,"
" Oh yeah, that's right, your tits did feel smaller than mine because I used to play with my own, but you have a better ass than I do, it's a little bigger. I wish my ass were bigger,"
" I think you have a great little ass, Sara," she said.
" Let's go to bed together, " I said meaning for it to be a joke.
" Sounds good to me," Brenda said.
So I went along with her figuring that she was joking too. But when we got into her bedroom, she shut the door and took off her tee shirt. She was wearing a black lace bra underneath. Then she came over and started kissing me again. Next she unbuttoned the blouse that I was wearing, I had on a plain cotton bra. My blouse hit the floor and she was fondling my tits. I began to play with her tits too. She then unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, I had on a plain old pair of cotton panties. Brenda stepped away from me and took her own jeans off, she had on a pair black nylon panties. She bent over right in front of me and shit in her panties. So I bent over in front of her and pooped in my panties. She then took off her bra, her tits were round and her nipples were huge and hard. I took off my bra and found that she was right, my tits were bigger but I didn't have as big a nipples as she did. She came over and grabbed my ass and smashed my poop all over my ass. I did the same to her. Then she did something gross, she reach down the back of her panties and grabbed a handful of poop and began to rub it all over her tits. Then came over close to me and kissed me, while we were kissing she rubbed her tits all over mine and then reach down the back of my panties and grabbed a handful of my poop and rubbed it all over my tits. She then kneeled down so that her face was about crotch level and pulled the crotch of my panties over to the side and began to lick my pussy! Oh did that feel wonderful! She must licked my pussy for fifteen minutes, then stood up and looked at me. So I got my knees and pulled her panties over exposing the black hair of her pussy. I started to lick it when the smell hit me, God did her pussy reek! It smelled like rotten fish or something. But I began to lick it anyway then I realized that it sort of tasted good. All the while I was licking her pussy I was rubbing her and my shit all over my tits and chest. The whole room smelled like shit and rotten fish mixed together. I finished licking her out and stood up.
Brenda said " We had better get cleaned up now,"
And then she picked up her clothes and mine and went to the bathroom. She started the shower and got in it and looked at me, so I got in with her. She pulled my panties down off of me and cleaned them out. She lathered a washcloth and began to scrub me. After I was clean she handed the cloth to me, so I pulled her panties down and cleaned them out and I scrubbed her off. Then she grabbed our clothes and began to wash them out so I helped her.
We got out and she said" Pick you out some clothes, you can't go home naked,"
So I picked out a pair of jeans that fit, a pair of her panties, a plain white bra, and a tee shirt.
We said our goodbye's and I Ieft. When I got home I realized what we had actually done. We had made love! Then I realized what I was, a lesbian! Brenda must have had other girlfriend because she knew much more about it than I did. I wonder if my pussy had smelled the same as hers. I put my hand down inside of my panties and rubbed my pussy then pulled my hand out and smelled it. It did smell the same, so then I put my finger in my mouth and it tasted the same too. Then I wished I could get to my own pussy to lick it, that had felt so good. And I loved licking Brenda's pussy.
The next evening Brenda had came over to my house.
" What did you think about last night" Brenda said.
" I thought it was great,"
" You mean you might like to do it again? "
Yes," I said.
" Well then let's get to somewhere we can be alone for a while,"
We went into my bedroom.
I said " We can't poop in our pants in here or else my mom will smell it,"
" Well I had better go to the bathroom, then," Brenda said.
" Yeah, me too," I said
We went to the bathroom together. Brenda sat down on the commode and laid a long log of poop into the water. Then she wiped herself good and stood up then looked at me. I sat down and pooped, then wiped myself and stood up and pulled my panties back up then my jeans. We had each been holding it until we were together to poop in our panties. We went back to the bedroom and I grabbed Brenda and turned her to face me, then I stuck my tongue into her mouth. She kissed back. I felt up her stomach to her tits and began to squeeze them. I pulled my own shirt off . I was wearing a white lace bra underneath. I took it off also. Then I stepped over to Brenda and took her shirt off and then her bra. I kissed her again then I kissed down her neck to her chest, then I kissed each of her huge nipples. Brenda then kissed each of my tits the same way that I had done hers.
I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my panties. I stepped over to Brenda and unfastened her jeans, pulled them down, then I pulled her panties off of her. I then squatted down and began to lick her hairy pussy. I licked her for about fifteen minutes, then stood up. Brenda got down on her knees and began to lick my pussy. Oh, God did that feel so good! Brenda stood and walked over to the bed and laid down on her back with her legs open, and began to rub her middle finger up and down in her pussy. Then she rolled over and got up on her hands and knees. I went over to her and began to lick her pussy again. My nose was right in her ass hole. And did her ass hole stink, but what could you expect right after she had shit. I licked all the way from her stomach to her back all in one motion. I had licked right over her ass hole. Then I took my middle finger and licked it to get it wet and shoved it into her ass hole. Brenda began to moan and move back and forth, pushing my finger deeper into her ass hole and then pulling it out. Then I pulled my finger out of her and bent over for her to do the same thing to me. Brenda first licked my ass hole and got it real wet and then shoved her finger up in me. She would shove it in then pull it back out and it felt great. Then when my ass hole had relaxed and opened up some Brenda shoved her tongue up into my ass and began to wollow it around inside off my ass hole. I loved it! She pulled her tongue from my ass and bent over in front of me and I lick her ass hole and shoved my tongue up into her ass hole. It didn't really taste that good but it felt great inside her warm ass hole. Then I pulled my tongue from her ass and we french kissed for a long time then it was getting sort of late and Brenda had to go home so she could get up in morning for school.
I said, " I had a great evening how about you?"
Brenda said," Yes, it was a cool night, I had fun."
She left to go home and I was tired so I took a shower and went to bed.
At school the next day all I could think about was what Brenda and I had done. In some ways it disgusted me and in others it made me feel like I was loved and in love. I thought that pooping in our pants while making lesbian love was kind of gross but it seems to make my horny just thinking about it.


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Posted by CFW on December 08, 1998 at 08:40

Melissa's Jubilee

It was the last night of their stay in Vegas, Dan had them booked for the seven oclock Jubilee with reservations in the steakhouse before the show. Melissa had been constipated for the past two days which always depressed her, but she awoke this morning with the urge to go and it had been building all day. By the time she was dressing for supper it was starting to become desperate and Melissa was getting excited.

For this occasion she was wearing black silken panties which had a high waist, contoured up the front thigh but with a substancial amount of material in the seat which she knew was going to be needed. She had on a lacy black bra to match and black tights. The shiny black shoes she wore had four inch heels and Melissa took a while standing in her underwear studying herself in the mirror before finishing dresssing.

Exquisite though she may be, some men might find it difficult to live with a self centered woman who constantly fussed over herself. Or perhaps they might think it sad that one so beautiful would allow the thrust of her life to become centered around pooping in her panties. But Dan was more than glad to have a woman such as she and grew hard looking at her looking at herself.

Melissa had one hand pressed tight to her crotch holding back her pee as Dan zipped up the back of her dress. The expensive outfit she had purchased especially for this night was a stunning dress that was very short falling just three inches below her crotch. It was sleeveless with a rounded neck line which showed a bit of her cleavage. The matching jacket, also black with black velvet flowers, lapel and pocket flaps, buttoned once at the waist and hung the same length as the dress.

She had her blond hair in a french braid tied low at the neck with a black velvet band and wore her regular array of jewelry, many gold ear rings, necklaces, braclets and a ring on just about every finger. Finally ready to leave Melissa stowed her purse under her arm and they headed for the elevators, her hand still clamped up under her short skirt. Dan couldn't believe how incredably sexy his beautiful wife looked.

Waiting at the elevators Melissa crossed her knees sqeesing her thighs together as she bobbed up and down, her hand already becoming wet. She stepped inside, the doors hadn't even closed when she turned so that Dan could watch, hiked up her dress and with her legs spread immediately peed a heavy stream through her clean panties and pantyhose. After about a minute or so her flow died down to a dribble leaving a flood on the floor of the elevator. She gave Dan a kleenex from her puse to wipe her crotch and thighs.

The large meal in the steakhouse increased the pressure on Melissa's bowels and her nervous antics were a clear indication that she had become quite desperate to shit. God Dan she she said, hissing through clenched white teeth, I don't think I can hold out until we get in the theater. Melissa's ass was sweating now, her sphincter muscles twitching on the brink and then suddenly they gave up. Ohh Dan, I can't hold it she hissed.

Dan paid the bill and they left the restaurant walking through the casino enroute to the theater. Melissa's bum hole had opened up to the maximum as the massive slug of shit within her bowels began to move toward her panties. She was opened so wide that it actually hurt and she wanted to touch herself. Men's heads turned as this vision of loveliness passed by, if only they knew, what would they think.

Melissa was breathing heavily as they took their seats, the huge brown head of her bowel movement halted in it's progess against her panties. Before dressing she had inserted a finger, her load was hard as a rock, with it's size and being relatively dry was not going to pass easily or quietly. Her cunt was getting moist with anticipation, this was Melissa's absolute favourite way to shit her panties in public.

The show had begun, no longer able to stand it Melissa lifted the back of her dress and moved to the edge of her seat. Canting herself forward with her forarms on her knees she lifted her ass from the seat and with a tone of pure exilleration in her voice said ahhh I'm pooping my panties. Those words where quickly followed by AAAARRRRRGGGGH, as she tightened up her belly and bore down for all she was worth in the darkened theater.

Hardly noticable over the confussion on stage Dan heard her straining HUUNNGGH HUUNNGGH AAARRGGH AAARRGGH to force it out. The hard brown monster two and a half inches in diameter moved out six inches into her panties with that familiar crackling sound before breaking off. Melissa's bossom heaved from the exertion. Her eyes were closed, her head down, her sex juices flowing.

HUUUGGGGHHH! HUUUGGGHHH! ARRRGGGGHH! she strained again, holding her breath in order to pit her diaphram and abdominal muscles against the shit in her bowels. Pfpfpfpfpf, six more inches of hard thick dark brown poop crowded into her panties. She reached back to feel the load giving a sensual aaahhh of approval before catching her breath once more. HUUUMMMMFF, ARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHH! and pfpfpfpfpf a huge slightly less solid mass was pushed into the seat of her panties.

By this time Melissa had her hand under her skirt working her pussy. There was some murmuring in the row behind them.
A good looking woman sitting next to her kept repeating oh my god, oh my god. Melissa looked up at her and smilled taking another deep breath then pushed. NNNUUUUUUGGGGHH!
The load of shit in her panties now stretched them and her tights to the maximum.

But the woman didn't leave, her hand rubbing herself as Melissa was doing. And then eyes closed, mouth wide open, Melissa came, ah aah aaahhh, Dan exploiding into his pants at the same time. The woman beside her, who later approached and huged her and who had a suspicious bulge in the seat of her own skirt, came as well.

Because of it's solidness and the way she was sitting while pooping herself, the first log had pushed up into her panties almost to the waist band. It lodged between the cheeks of her well formed butt and remained there until Dan changed her. The second massive turd moved under the first tenting her panties outward five inches so that when she stood the back of her dress at the hem line was pulled snug across the protrusion. In the bottom of her panties was a big lumpy ball the size of an orange which saged her panties downward and was quite visable below her short dress if veiwed from a slightly lowered angle.

Melissa delicately sat herself back onto the massive load drawing air between her teeth as she felt the hardness of it against her. Contented she watched the rest of the show revelling in the wonderful smell of her own shit and pleased with her accomplishment.

They filed out after the show with the rest of the throng, Dan one step behind where he could taste her odour and watch where the shit in her panties lifted out her skirt as it swayed side to side with her steps. He watched Melissa's hand touching back there checking her prise as she walked out.

Outside the doors Melissa pulled him aside to a relitively quite corner where she could piss. She placed both hands on a railing over looking the casino, bent over spreading her legs and splashed a stream of urine into the carpet between her feet.

They spent the remainder of the evening playing the slots, gambling and drinking at the bar as any normal couple would do. Toward the end of the night Melissa was holding her crotch again before finally releaving herself near the backarack tables. The couple finally returned to their suite in the wee hours of the morning.

Melissa had slept in loaded panties on more occassions than one could count but they had an early flight so she reluctantly conceeded that Dan had to change her now. She threw her hand bag on the bed, removed her jacket, dropping it to the floor and went into the bathroom. With a finger in her mouth and a pouty look on her face she said Melissa did a big poo poo and needs her panties changed. She then sheepishly turned her back to show him her mess.

Dan reached down lifting the mini dress away from her loaded panties. Melissa did a really big poo poo he said pressing his hand into the mound, what a good girl and she hissed her approval. He undid the back of her dress slipping it to the floor so she could step out of it. The black panties she wore under her tights were of a highly stretchable material that followed the bulging contours of the shit load contained within them.

Her panties saged down and outwards at the bottom in a lumpy brown ball. Just above that part of her mess was a protrusion of hard shit pushing them out five inches from her ass hole and an even larger log stuck up into her crack. This was the largest crap Melissa had done in her panties in a long time.

With one hand up to her face, thumb in mouth, the other exploring her genital region, Melissa watched in the mirror as Dan carefully drew her pantyhose over the load in her panties. He pulled them down to her ankles removing them along with her shoes, his face at her backside taking in the smell of stale shit.

Then he took off her panties noting that for the amount of crap they containedthe weight wasn't excessive due to it's realitive dryness. There was dried poop caked to her bum from her hairless crotch right up the crack of her gorgeous ass but it was not a lot.

Dan dropped her loaded panties to the floor and she stepped out of them, looking almost sad as he dumped her poop in the toilet and flushed it away. The brown shit stain in the seat of her black panties was not that bad considering what had been sitting in them for the past five hours. He ran her bath and while she soaked washed her dirty underwear in the sink and hung them to dry.

Melissa lay face down on the bed while Dan massaged baby oil into her sweet buns. After an hour of really great sex he helped into her pink panties and nightie and they lay in each others arms until they feel asleep. But just before doing so Dan felt that wonderful wet warmth as Melissa peed on him in the bed.


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Date: Tue, 28 Apr 1998 01:10:58 -0700 (PDT) From: Fiona Kay Subject: Story for your collection

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Just looked at your site. Great stories. I enjoy stories better than pictures. Some of your links to the stories don't work, though.
Here's a story for your site, but it's not mine and I don't know if it's copyrighted. Use your own judgement. If you like it, I have part two somewhere, though it's more scatty than I like. I like stories about real accidents and desperation. I have found a certain amount of excitement when desperate to poop and when I feel I'm in danger of messing my pants.
I have posted a few time a long time ago to Alori's site, but haven't had much time for this lately.
Best Wishes,
Fiona
MY FIRST TIME
I may be a little kinky, but I'm not stupid! My name is Rhonda, and what I am is a young female lawyer working for a large firm in Chicago. Actually I'm pretty bright if I do say so myself, and the job I have is a pretty good one. I'm very aggressive too when it comes to my career. I've been here for a couple of years now and plan on making partner within the next year. That's faster than anyone in my office, much less a woman, has done it up until now. Because I've been so heavily involved in my work, I haven't had much time for dating and sex. While I do find myself getting horny now and then, I've managed to suppress my urges by concentrating on work.
Did I mention also that I'm a knockout to look at. (Modest too.) In the little spare time I have, I work out at the health club so my stomach is flat, my waist is narrow and my muscles are firm. I have shoulder length blonde hair (natural), a great set of boobs and long shapely legs. My best feature though is my ass which is round and firm. I love to show it off by wearing skin hugging jeans or short, tight skirts. I figure it can't hurt to flaunt it in front of the senior partners, who are all male and always leering at me when they think I don't notice.
Anyhow, several months ago I had been helping one of the partners I was assigned to who was getting ready to close a major real estate deal. I was doing all the "gofer" work which is standard practice for young lawyers at large firms. My boss and I had stayed very late at the office preparing for an important conference with the bankers and the client who was flying in early the next day. By the time I got home I was dead tired, but at least I knew I didn't have to be back until the meeting at 9:00 the next morning. I took a quick shower, and then went right to bed.
The phone woke me at about 6:00. It was my boss. Quickly he explained that he'd strained his back getting out of bed and now was totally unable to move. It was too late to cancel the meeting, so I was instructed to pick up the client, Mr. Richards, at the airport, bring him downtown and handle the meeting myself.
Although I had only met him once, I remembered Richards well. He was fairly young, very good looking and seemed to be a nice person too. I also knew he was a very wealthy and influential executive and that this was the first matter we were handling for him. It involved a lot of money and he was very nervous about it. I knew that it was important not to screw up, and that if things went well, he would probably send us a lot more business.
I looked at my clock again. Richards' flight was due in a hour, and even with good traffic, I was at least 45 minutes from the airport. I knew I had to really rush. Quickly I took a pee, washed my face, applied some makeup and ran a comb through my hair. I put on a nice lacy bra, white hipster panties and sheer light colored pantyhose. Then I picked out a silk blouse and a cream colored suit with a tight skirt that came down to about six inches above my knees. I slipped on a pair of three inch heels and was ready to go.
I made it to the airport with a few minutes to spare and waited in the car for Richards at the outside entrance as instructed. While waiting, I began to feel a slight pressure in my lower regions, and realized that in all the hurry to get ready, I had forgotten to take a poop. However, at that point I didn't feel any great degree of urgency, and I figured I'd have time once we got to the office.
As soon as Richards came out the door I signaled to him. Recognizing me right away, he came over. After he got into the car, I explained the problem that had come up and why I was there instead of my boss. Fortunately, the change didn't seem to bother him. In fact, he said he'd be glad to have me there beside him. As we headed downtown, we talked a little about his deal and made small talk as well. My skirt had ridden up several more inches as I was driving, and I noticed that every so often, he would glance at my legs. I made no effort to pull it down figuring that a little leg show and some flirting with a handsome client couldn't hurt anything. Although the trip took longer than usual because of some heavy traffic, by the time we arrived he had asked me to call him "Jack" and we were laughing and joking as if we'd known each other for years.
By the time I dropped off the car and we got up to the office, it was a few minutes after nine and the bankers were impatiently waiting. Also the pressure in my rear had increased somewhat, but everyone was in a hurry, and there was no time to stop at the ladies room.
The meeting was pretty intense at times went on for several hours without a break. It ended up taking much longer than I had anticipated. During the course of things the pressure I was feeling in my buttocks steadily increased, but there was just no way to interrupt the proceeding to go relieve myself. Finally though, we hammered out an agreement that was particularly favorable for my client and satisfactory to everyone else. The meeting broke up and I thought I'd finally have a few moments to relax and head for the ladies room.
Just as I was about to excuse myself though, Richards looked at his watch and exclaimed, "My gosh. It's 1:00 already. My flight's due to leave in less than an hour. Do you think I can get a cab that will get me there in time?" I knew chances of that weren't too good at this time of day. I really needed to take a break, but I also knew that it wouldn't be very smart businesswise to leave a good client stranded. With some misgivings, I offered to take him back myself. Looking at his watch again, he agreed, and we quickly got our stuff together and headed down to the parking lot.
The ride to the airport was very uncomfortable. The pressure in my butt was very strong now, and I was beginning to get worried about making it to a bathroom in time. It would be awful to have an accident now. Richards meanwhile was in an extremely good mood and eager to make conversation.
He apologized several times for not taking me to lunch and promised to do so the next time he was in town. I was pretty sure he was coming on to me, but in a nice way, so I wasn't offended. Quite the contrary, I would have been very interested, except that I was finding it extremely difficult to concentrate on our conversation. By now a good portion of my attention was focused on the mass of shit that was clearly trying to force its way out of my ass. In fact there were two occasions where I panicked and was so sure I was about to poop myself, that I completely lost the thread of the conversation. I don't know what Richards must have thought about me at that point.
Fortunately, for Richards we got to the airport with about three minutes to spare for his flight. He said a quick good bye, jumped out of the car, and disappeared through the door. I let out a sigh of relief. I was sure that now I'd have time to move the car to a short term spot and make it inside to the bathroom. However, just as I was about to pull away from the curb, I heard a voice calling my name. I turned my head and saw Mr. Martin, the senior partner in my firm walking quickly toward me, carrying an overnight bag.
"Boy am I glad to see you," he said as he opened the passenger door. "My flight got in from Atlanta about a half hour ago, but there haven't been any cabs. The office just paged me and told me there is an emergency hearing on one of my cases downtown in less than an hour. If I don't make it, the judge won't wait for me. You are heading back toward the office, aren't you?"
Without waiting for an answer he climbed into the passenger seat. My heart sank. I knew it would take at least another 45 minutes to get downtown and I was sure I'd never hold out that long. Still, what was I going to say to the head of my firm? "Sorry Mr. Martin, you'll have to miss your important hearing because one of your smart young attorneys is about to poop in her pants" Not on your life.
As I pulled out of the airport, the pressure in my bowels seemed to increase even further. It was as if my body knew I had no way to relieve myself right then and was tormenting me. I tried thinking about other things, hoping that if I took my mind off it, the urgency would decrease. It didn't work too well though because in the back of my mind I kept hearing myself: "Ohh I have to go. What can I do? I'm bursting. I'm going to poop myself at any moment."
The ride back downtown was pure torture. Not only did my ass feel as if it were going to explode any minute, but once again I had to totally hide my discomfort from my passenger. Fortunately, unlike Jack Richards, the Boss was not much for conversation, and spent most of the time going through papers in preparation for his meeting. As for me, I drove the whole way while clenching my ass cheeks and praying that I'd have the strength to hold on. I was shifting around every few seconds. I also tried to dig my ass into the seat to create some outside pressure, but it was hard to do without being obvious. My butt and thighs were beginning to quiver and were now wet with sweat under my panties and pantyhose. A couple of times Mr. Martin looked over at me, and I had to try and stay still, but all in all, I don't think he really noticed anything.
It seemed to take forever, but we made it downtown just in time for Mr. Martin's hearing. I pulled up in front of the courthouse and dropped him off, realizing I'd still have to park and get back to the office before I could get to a bathroom. The parking lot next door was full. So were the next three I tried. I thought about just leaving the car in front of the building and running in, but I knew my car would be towed within 5 minutes. Finally I found a garage I could pull into about two blocks away. I grabbed the ticket from the hiker, snatched up my briefcase and took off for the office as quickly as I could go.
Actually, I couldn't move very quickly at all. I was afraid I would totally lose control if I walked too fast especially in high heels. My ass still felt as if it was about to explode. Three times the pressure became so intense that I was absolutely certain I was going to lose it. Each time I had to stop for a few seconds, concentrate and squeeze my cheeks together as tightly as I could in order to keep everything in. I was scared to death that I'd lose control, and I was sure that anyone passing by would be able to see. I could just imagine the whispers: "My gosh! Look at that woman. She's pooping herself right here on the street. She's filling her panties with shit." How humiliating that would be.
I was so uncomfortable that if I hadn't been here on a public street, I would have moaned out loud. Thoughts still kept running through my mind like, "Ohhh, I have to go so bad. What am I going to do. If I don't get relief soon, I'm going to poop myself all over."I thought I might get lucky and find someplace with a restroom on the way, but all I passed were office buildings and nothing but lobbies on the street level.
Finally I made it to my building, ran to the elevator and pressed my floor. It was only a few seconds until the elevator started up, but it seemed like forever. Fortunately no one else got on and as soon as the door shut, I dropped my case to the floor, grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands, and squeezed them together hard. Anything to try to hold it in for just another few seconds. Then the bell rang and the doors opened onto my floor. I knew the ladies room was just to the right, and for the first time since I'd left the airport, I began to think I was going to make it after all. I grabbed my briefcase again and made a mad dash around the corner. And stopped.
I couldn't believe it. There in front of me was the doorway, all covered with yellow tape and a sign saying, "Out of Order. Please Use Restroom on Next Floor."
This time I did moan out loud. "Oh nooo! What am I going to do. I have to poop so bad. Oh, I just can't hold it anymore" At that instant I heard a noise behind me. I turned and saw Brad, one of our junior partners waiting at the elevator a few feet away looking at me. "Oh God." I thought. "I didn't see him before. He must have come out at that moment. Could he have heard me?" The elevator door opened and, somewhat reluctantly it seemed, he got on. He continued to stare at me until the doors closed. "He must have heard, and probably wanted to stay to see what would happen," I thought to myself. For a second I imagined what it would be like to poop myself right in front of a guy I knew. "I wonder what he's thinking now," I thought.
However, I couldn't worry about that any longer because at that moment I again became aware of my bowels churning and my stomach rumbling. Suddenly it felt as if my insides had turned to liquid. My whole lower body was quivering and shaking with exhaustion and I knew I couldn't have more than a few seconds left. Then I felt it. My asshole opened just a little, allowing a small amount of poop to escape into my panties.
"Oh my God!" I thought. "It's happening. I'm actually pooping in my panties." With a supreme effort I clenched my cheeks again. It was a strange sensation as I could now feel the little bit of poop trapped between them
Abandoning my briefcase, I turned and ran for the stairwell, halfway down the hall. Nothing more was coming out yet, but any second I was sure it would. I opened the door and headed down the first flight. I had just reached the landing when it happened. I didn't think the pressure could get any worse, but suddenly it did. Now I could feel my asshole being forced open by the mass within. I knew this was it. I just couldn't hold back any more. There was nothing I could do now but just let it happen. Practically sobbing, I grabbed at the railing in front of me, spread my legs, and bent slightly at the waist and knees, sticking my ass out as far as I could. I could feel my tired muscles start to give out, and at that point I just relaxed and let go.
For a second or two, nothing seemed to happen, and I had a glimmer of hope. Then slowly the mass within my butt began to move. I felt my asshole widen further and then the hot, thick turd was sliding slowly out. I could feel it brushing against the insides of my cheeks and a second later it started to push out the seat of my panties.
"Ohhh God!" I whispered to myself. "I'm doing it. I'm shitting my panties. I can't help it. I'm having a BM right here, into my panties and pantyhose. I'm pooping myself like a baby"
The poop continued to exit slowly, pressing against my panties and then gradually flattening out from the pressure of my pantyhose. It felt very firm and thick. I could feel a ball of shit forming between my legs. Now the odor of fresh poop reached my nostrils, and I breathed it in. My nasty thoughts continued:
"I'm pooping right now--totally messing myself. It's still coming out. I'm shitting a huge load. Oh, I'm doing a smelly poopoo in my nice white, silky panties. Ooohh!"
Suddenly I realized that my accident and my thoughts about it were having a surprising effect on me. I was becoming very sexually aroused. As the poop continued to exit my asshole, I could feel my pussy softening and getting wet. I deeply inhaled the odor again, and heard myself moaning, this time not in despair, but in pleasure. Then, before I knew what I was doing, my hands were at the hem of my skirt and I was wiggling my hips to get it up to my waist and out of the way. Then with one hand I began massaging my pussy though my panties and hose while with the other, I started kneading the still growing lump at my rear. That wasn't good enough though, and in a second, I had one hand down the front and inside my panties. I could feel my clit, swollen and throbbing, and my pussy lips, wet and slippery as my finger slid inside. My hips began to move wildly back and forth, and my breathing became heavy.
Frantically I continued rubbing and fingering myself, while still more poop exited into the bulging seat of my panties. For a moment I thought about what someone would see if they happened to open the stairway door. Here I was, legs apart, skirt up, frantically gyrating, frigging my pussy and loading my underwear with poop at the same time. There was probably enough going on to land me in jail, not to mention cost me my job. But at that moment I didn't care. All I could think about was my expanded anal opening, my pussy and the never-before experienced pleasure I was feeling.
Now I could feel the poop getting softer. Uncontrollably, I tensed my stomach muscles and pushed hard. The remaining soft, hot poop erupted from my asshole with a crackling sound, and the bulge beneath my other hand rapidly enlarged. Now I could feel my asshole beginning to close. Firmly I pushed at the ball of shit forcing it back between my cheeks and against my tender anal opening. I gasped once at that feeling and then gasped again as it was replaced by another far more sensuous one.
"Oh my God," I thought. "I'm gonna come. I've pooped myself. I filled my undies with hot poop, and it felt good. I can feel it between my legs, massaging my asshole. I pooped my panties, and now I'm coming."
My fingers worked frantically on my clit as I felt my whole body begin to tremble. Then, seconds later the first waves came. I shut my eyes tightly, and my breathing became a whole series of gasps. My hips bucked wildly against my hand as my pussy began to spasm.
I thought to myself, "Ohhh, it's happening. Now. I'm coming. My panties are full of soft shit. I pooped myself and I'm coming. Oh, yes. I'm cooommmming. Now. Ah! Ah! Ahhh! Unnggh!!
Then for a few seconds lost all consciousness of where I was. All I heard was a voice in my mind.
"Aarrgghhh!" I'm commming!! AAAAHHHHHH!! AAAAHHHHH!!"
I felt several spurts of pussy juice strike my hand and coat the crotch of my panties as my pussy continued to spasm. My body stiffened, and then for a few seconds all was silent as my orgasm began to subside.
My entire body started trembling again as my mind gradually returned to the here and now. I couldn't remember the last time I'd climaxed so hard. I opened my eyes and realized I was still in the stairwell. My God, did I scream out loud, or was it just in my mind? I wasn't sure. One hand was still down the front of my panties rubbing my clit, while the other continued to massage the huge load in the rear. Again I thought about the position I would be found in should someone open the doors. With that, I immediately withdrew both hands. Very carefully I tugged my skirt back down trying as much as possible to avoid rubbing it against the bulge in the rear. As best I could tell, when I was done there was nothing too unusual about the way my ass looked. Then I slowly made my way down the rest of the stairs. I could feel the load in my panties squishing and shifting around with each step, which did nothing to decrease the sexual excitment I still felt. Still I wondered how I was going to make it back to the office and through the rest of the day.
Finally I got through the stairway door and down the hall to the ladies room without encountering anyone. After entering and locking a stall, I again raised my skirt. Carefully I lowered my pantyhose and looked at the seat. I couldn't believe it. There was just one small brown spot at the inside top the left leg and that was all. My panties apparently had been able to contain the whole mess. Slowly I removed my pantyhose. Once again I felt the squishy seat of my panties with my hand before I peeled them off my ass. They were an absolute mess with a huge amount of shit smeared all around the seat and crotch. I brought them closer to my face and slowly inhaled the strong odor. It no longer seemed as unpleasant to me. After a few seconds I gently laid them down on the floor of the stall.
Now I had to see to myself. There was a lot of shit still smeared across my own ass and up my crotch as well. It took about 15 minutes and a half roll of toilet paper to clean myself up. When I was done, I put my pantyhose back on without any panties and pulled my skirt back down.
Then I had to decide what to do with my shitty panties. I knew I couldn't very well carry them around with me the rest of the day. I figured they were beyond saving, but if I tried to flush them they'd probably plug up the toilet. Finally I decided to simply leave them there on the floor of the stall. I knew that even when they were found, no one could possibly trace them back to me, especially since I worked on another floor. Besides it was kind of fun to speculate on how someone would react to finding a pair of poop filled adult panties.
Checking myself out in the mirror, I decided that, except for a slight flush on my face, I looked pretty normal. I then washed my hands, left the bathroom and walked back upstairs. After retreiving my briefcase, I went back to my office and spent the rest of the day working normally. Of course every time I thought about what had happened, I got a little rush of sexual excitement. That turned out to be pretty often since I was reminded every time I moved around and felt myself no longer wearing panties under my hose.
Just before it was time to leave, I saw Brad. He gave me a sly grin, came over, and whispered, "Well, I hope everything came out all right." Although my stomach was in knots, I just looked at him as if nothing at all had happened. With a wink, he walked away. He's never again said anything else to me, but it bothers me a little that he knows something. No one else has ever suspected a thing.
So that was my first panty pooping experience. I couldn't believe at first how much of a turn on it was, but it's since become one of my favorite sexual practices. Of course, nowadays I do it in the privacy of my own place. While it would be nice to have someone to share the experience with I haven't come across anyone, female or male, who I could confide in yet.
Also I'm not about to do it again where anyone I work with is likely to discover me. While something like that might tend to make it a bit more exciting, as I said at the beginning, I'm not stupid.
R.

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Posted by Renee on September 17, 1998 at 21:27

Hello everyone. Although I've been reading this forum for quite sometime this is my first post so let me introduce myself. I'm a 42 year old divorced female and I've been pooping in my panties since I was a teenager. I usually enjoy my fun at home but on occasion I do like to go out in public. Usually when I do it in public I try to be very discreet about it, doing whatever I can to make sure no one knows that I've messed my pants. I've never worn diapers for my fun but I do usually wear plastic pants for protection during my public "accidents." Over the past several months and after reading about others who have staged "noticeable" accidents I started thinking more and more about pooping my pants and getting caught. The more I thought about it the more turned on I got. I really wanted to have an accident for someone to see but I just couldn't make myself do it. I guess my desire to do it finally overcame my fear. It was about the middle of last month (August) when the opportunity arose. I still get excited over my accomplishment and that's why I decided to share it with everyone here.

I had put my plan into action on Monday that week, had a small BM in the afternoon and then went into a "holding it" mode. Did not poop at all on Tuesday. Had the urge Tuesday night but managed to get the feelings to subside. Woke up Wednesday morning excited because I knew this was the day for my fun. I masturbated before getting out of bed fantasizing about what I was planning to do before I would be getting back into bed that night. I was already really turned on by this time. My body cooperated quite well all day. I had a slight urge to go that morning but again was able to get myself controlled. I had a larger than usual lunch at Taco Bell as part of my final preparation, then it was back to work for the afternoon. About 1:30 that afternoon I completed my preparation with two Correctol pills and two large glasses of water. I could hardly keep my mind on my work for the rest of the day, just kept thinking about messing my pants and having people know what I did. I was getting wet at the thought. I just kept hoping that the laxatives wouldn't work on me faster than I had planned. The afternoon seemed to drag on. My stomach started to bubble and gurgle a bit around 4:30 and I was afraid all my plans were going to fall apart. 5PM finally arrived and I was out of my office and on my way home to get ready for my fun. I got home and changed into my "outfit," a Nike "just do it" T-shirt (it seemed appropriate) and a pair of yellow colored jeans over my white Hanes full cut cotton briefs. I was beginning to get a bit nervous at this point. I knew my mess would be very obvious in these pants, thought about changing into blue jeans and then decided to stick with the original plan. Besides, the full intent of my fun was to be noticed. It was a little after 6 now and time to get going. Again I started to get the bubbling gurgling feeling, a few cramps and the pressure of some gas building. I relieved a little of the gas, picked up a few plastic garbage bags and got into my car for my journey. My destination was a smaller town about 25 miles from where I live that was having their county fair and a carnival. All the while I drove I kept thinking about what I was going to do and getting more apprehensive about actually doing it. Although I really wanted to do it, at this point even though I had come this far already, I still wasn't sure I'd really be able to go through with my plans. Suddenly, there I was, at the fairgrounds parking my car. I sat in the car for a few minutes gathering my thoughts, telling myself "Renee, you've got this far, don't back out now. You know you want to do it so do it." I knew this was a perfect place as the chances of me seeing anyone I knew were very slim, that's why I came here to begin with. I looked at the clock in my car, 7:20, took a deep breath and got out of my car to "enjoy" the fair. The first place I headed to was the area where the "porta potties" were set up just to check it out as this was where I was planning my accident. There were five of them and at this time they were all in use with a few people waiting. I thought that was a good sign as in my plan I wanted to have to wait in line to lose control and I figured as the evening wore on they would probably get busier. The bad thing about the porta potties was that they were quite a distance from where I parked. If I had my accident here, I would have a long walk to my car and I started to get a little nervous again about going through with it. I decided I'd go find the beer tent and try to get my courage back up. I spent about 45 minutes at the beer tent, had two beers and a "brat" and enjoyed some nice music while trying to discourage some drunk that I wasn't interested in dancing with him. He was pretty annoying but I finally persuaded him to leave me alone. The place was pretty busy so I had to stand the whole time I was there and the intake of food and the beer started to bring on the feeling I was waiting for. I felt the bubbling and gurgling in my stomach again and the pressure started building in my bowels. With nowhere to sit, I began shifting my weight from one leg to the other, and pinching my cheeks together trying to keep myself controlled. The more I did this the more intense the pressure seemed to get. The laxatives I'd taken earlier were really starting to work and I knew at that point it wasn't going to be long before I was going to have a big BM! I decided it was probably time to be getting out of there so I finished my second beer and left. I started to walk around a bit longer and quickly realized that this was it, I had to poop and I had to poop bad!!!! I felt myself losing confidence in doing this. I really had to go, thought this may be more than I was planning and decided I couldn't go through with it. I thought I'd head back to my car and get messy on the way home. I started walking rather quickly towards where my car was parked as I felt myself getting closer to losing control. I started thinking what a coward I was, how I had come this far and now I was giving up. I really wanted to do it and here I was, my bowels in real need of relief and I was ready to give up my plan. And I don't know why but suddenly I just thought to myself I'm not leaving, I'm going to do it. I turned and headed back the other direction towards the porta potties. By now my stomach was cramping and I was most definitely having a hard time keeping myself under control. I really had gas bad too but I was to the point that I felt for sure if I tried to relieve any of the gas I'd fill my panties right there. When I got to the porta potties it was just as I had hoped for in my plans, all potties in use and about 15 people in line, a few guys but mostly women. I knew the line wouldn't move quickly. A little panic came over me as I was now in a situation that I knew I may have an actual accident whether I wanted to or not. I was either going to have to actually go in the porta potties or in my pants in public because I knew I couldn't make it back to the car before it came out. I started shifting my weight from side to side again trying to hold in my poo. As I stood there "dancing" three teenage girls came up right behind me in line. They must have noticed me fidgeting as one of them asked me if I was okay. I said something like "I'll be okay if this line just hurries up. Something I ate must have disagreed with me." And she said,"yeah this carnival food will do that sometimes." I just stood there squirming and fidgeting and breathing deeply as the urge to have a BM got very intense. Three or four people had moved into the potties which still left about 10 ahead of me. With five potties though that basically meant I was third in line. I wanted to get there but yet I didn't want to. I was right where I wanted to be. I kept fidgeting and the girl behind me said "it'll only be a few more minutes, try to hold on." At that moment I decided I couldn't hold it any longer and I really didn't want to either. I was ready for my BM and I knew without a doubt I was going to DO IT IN MY PANTS!!! I looked at the girl next to me and said something like "oh my god I don't think I'm going to make it. I have to go so bad it hurtsl" And at that moment I just relaxed and pushed and let it start coming out. And oh my god did it come out. It was a combination of farting and bubbling noises as the first wave of creamy liquidy poo filled my panties. It stopped for a few seconds and then there came another blast of bubbly squirting farting sounds as an even larger mass of soft liquid poo flowed into my already messy panties. I felt my face becoming flushed with embarrassment, closed my eyes, put my hand to my mouth and said to myself loud enough for the girls next to me to hear, "oh shit, I just can't believe this is happening." And with my eyes still closed I gave one final little push and felt all the remaining poop I had in me bubble out completely filling my panties. And I mean they were really full! I could feel the runny mess oozing between my legs and also starting to go down the backs of them in my jeans. I opened my eyes and looked at the girls who were sort of staring at me in disbelief. The one asked me if I was going to be alright? I said, "I'm just so embarrassed. I've never had this happen before." And then I asked if there was a bathroom somewhere near with running water as I would need that to clean up. The girl who had been talking to me all along told me the nearest place was a gas station about two blocks from the fairground. I thanked her, expressed my embarrassment once again, and then very meekly asked her if it showed very much. She said, "oh yeah, it's pretty obvious." She suggested that maybe if I untucked my shirt and let it hang down it might not be as noticeable. I did as she said and started to walk off. And it was at that moment that I realized for the first time that not only did the girls next to me know what happened but that everyone there at the porta potties also was quite aware. As I walked away I heard a little boy say to his mom "that lady poopied her pants" and his mom said "even big people have accidents sometimes." I hurried away from there and walked as quickly as I could through the crowd back towards my car. With every step I could feel the poop oozing farther down the backs of my legs. As I was messing my pants I really didn't have time to think about what I was doing, I was just doing it. But now as I was walking back towards the car I had time to start thinking about everything and the magnitude of what I had done and I started to get excited. I knew I had a massive mess in my pants and I was certain that anyone behind me knew it too and the thought of that really turned me on. I heard a few comments as I walked but I never even turned to look at anyone. By now all I wanted was to get back to my car and masturbate. My poop covered pussy was eager to be rubbed. It was a good ten minute walk through the crowd but at long last I made it. I quickly spread the plastic bags over my seat and sat down. I was so turned on that I orgasmed just from the feel of my mess squishing all over my butt. It was at this moment that I finally realized just how much poop I actually had in my pants as it squeezed up and out the top of my panties. I sat there for a few minutes enjoying the feeling of sliding in my poop, furiously masturbating through my jeans and having two more very intense orgasms. It felt so good sitting there in such a large mess and thinking about all the people who had just seen me in my poop filled pants. I can't remember the last time I was so turned on. I hated to stop rubbing myself but I decided I better start my 40 minute drive home. I knew I would have time to play more once I got there. I could hardly keep my mind on driving as I kept thinking back to what I had just done and how I couldn't wait to get home and play in my poo and masturbate some more. It seemed like it took forever to get home. I carefully removed the garbage bags that I had covering my seat. I couldn't believe what a mess they were, wet liquidy poop that had come through my jeans and globs of the creamy mess that had oozed out of the top of my pants. I went into the house and immediately went to my mirror in the bathroom to visually examine myself for the first time. I was quite a mess, poop stains down the back of my yellow pants to my knees and thick creamy poop along the top of my pants and on the back of my shirt. I knew some of that mess was from sitting in it for the last 40 minutes but even with that I knew I must have put on quite a show. I took my hand and scooped off some of the mess from my back, admired the light brown color and squeezed it around between my fingers. As I played with my poop I knew what I wanted to do, I lifted my fingers to my nose to enjoy the intoxicating aroma and after a few moments I began pushing my tongue into the soft creamy poo. It turned me on so much I wanted more. I wanted to just get as messy as I possibly could and I already had a pretty good start on it. I took off my messy shirt and my bra and then slowly began to peel down my messed pants. Creamy poop began falling out all over the floor so I got into the bathtub to help contain my mess. I sat down with my messy panties still on and began to slide around in my poo. I took my hand and smeared a big glob of the creamy mess between my legs and all over my pussy, rubbing it over and over and getting myself so incredibly turned on again. My clit was throbbing and tingling from the wonderful sensation of smearing poo all over it. I picked up my messy pants which were turned inside out and started rubbing them on my breasts. The feelings were getting to be more than I could stand. I knew I was about to explode with the most intense orgasm I could imagine. I kept rubbing myself and started talking to myself. "Oh Renee, you naughty naughty girl. You made such a big poop in your pants and everyone saw you. You are such a bad girl! Look at the mess in your pants. Look at the mess real close. Smell your poop Renee. Put your nose in it!" As I was saying these things I had moved my pants from my breasts up close to my face. In the crotch of my pants and at the top of the legs there was a lot of the thick creamy poop that had escaped my panties. I pushed my nose right into the thick mess and by that time I was completely out of control. "NOW TASTE YOUR POOP RENEE. BAD GIRLS THAT POOP THEIR PANTIES MUST TASTE THEIR POOP. TASTE YOUR POOP!!!" And at that exact moment I pushed my tongue into my own brown cream and exploded in ecstasy with a wild and intense orgasm that made me quiver and shake uncontrollably for the next few minutes. It was so fantastic. I've never felt or experienced anything like that in all my years of pooping my panties. It was so intense. I felt like I had reached a plateau that I never even dreamed possible. I've known for years how wonderful my orgasms are when I mess myself but this was even better than that. I've been hooked on this fetish for a long long time but this really sealed my fate. I know I could never stop having this kind of fun. It just seems to keep getting better.

Renee

Email: neyrey75@aol.com

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