Posted by french fried on July 11, 2010 at 12:24 [92.132.75.16]
Hello all, I am a lurker on this board from several now and I notice there is less stories than before, my 2 cents ^^.I hope this is not a repost, this story is a great one for me. Enjoy !
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Newlywed Girl
"Hi, I just found this site. I'll just say my name is Newlywed Girl and I am 25 years old. I just had the most embarassing moment of my life during the best week of my life. I got married two weeks ago and we spent our honeymoon at Disney World. Our third night there we in the Magic Kingdom all night until really late and between watching the fireworks and parade and stuff I hadn't gone to the bathroom since lunch and had been holding it in since then. I had a few major urges but it was crowded and I didn't want to lose our place to see the parade and fireworks so I just squeezed my legs together and didn't say anything to my new husband. I'm a little bathroom shy anyway. So I hold it and hold it. Finally we leave the park at like 11 pm and head out to catch the bus back to the hotel, but there are really long lines and it is taking forever and I'm starting to really worry that I can't hold it. I was fidgeting and crossing my legs so my husband asked if I was ok. I told him I really had to go to the bathroom and I had been holding it most of the night because of the parade and stuff. He just laughed a little and said it was ok, we'd be back at the room soon. We finally got on a bus and sat down. By this point I was almost turtleheading it, lol. I crossed my legs, squeezed my butt tight, and had one hand on my crotch pressing my pee hole. I didn't care who saw but it was mostly dark. The ride was a little bumpy and halfway back to the hotel we went over a big bump and a little pee squirted out and I felt a small wet spot on my jeans. I must have gasped or something because my husband asked if I was ok. I whispered in his ear, "No, a little pee just came out. I can't hold it much longer." It was embarrassing but he was great about it, comforting me and encouraging me, etc. My poo was trying to push out again and I was pretty sure I had a nice sized skidmark on my panties by now but I managed to keep it from getting out any farther than touching cotton, lol.
We finally got back to the hotel at the bus stop and still had a good ways to walk to the hotel building and then an elevator to take up to our room on the 3rd floor. At this point I don't know if I can make it but was determined to try. My husband grabbed my hand and we jogged towards the elevators, leaving other people behind who were just walking, me with one hand still pressing against my crotch. Another squirt of pee came out while we ran, this time leaving a little trickle running down the inside of my left thigh. I was just whispering under my breath, "No, no, no, no, no..." over and over again. My husband just kept encouraging me. "It's ok honey, you can make it. You'll be fine." Stuff like that. I wasn't so sure.
We made it to the elevator, pressed the button and waited for one to come while I kept dancing, hand on crotch, half bent over, legs crossed, begging not to have a complete accident. The elevator doors opened, I hobbled inside, husband pushed the 3rd floor button, we waited for the door to close, and finally it started moving up. But before we got to the top I got a huge urge to push in my abdomen from my bowels and this time I couldn't stop it. I gasped and stood still as my butt opened and a giant firm turd quickly rushed out of me and into my panties, tenting them outward and spreading into a giant, hot, sticky lump under my butt. As it came out I had uncrossed my legs and half stood up but was still half squatting as I filled my panties, only then realizing that in the process of losing control of my bowels I had forgotten about the other urge and was now completely soaking my jeans with pee. I just watched the wet stain spread out across my crotch and down both legs and begin to puddle on the floor. My whole body felt hot, my heart was pounding, my skin was tingling and everything seemed to be happening in slow motion even though it maybe only took 30 seconds. The elevator stopped and the door opened before I had even finished peeing. I just stood there and finished and let it all out - no sense in stopping it now. I then realized my husband was trying to take my hand and get me out of the elevator. Luckily there was nobody else out waiting for it. I was kind of in a haze as I waddled out of the elevator and down the hallway with my husband leading me, my panties full of a giant poo and my pee soaked jeans sticking to my legs and kind of chaffing my thighs. I don't even remember getting into the room. We went into the bathroom, he unzipped my jeans and slowly peeled them down and off. I could see myself in the mirror and glanced at the giant ball of poop in my panties. I was a mess. I managed to snap out of the haze and slowly pulled down my panties, careful to keep the lump of poop from falling out, then dumped it into the toilet. Hubby took the panties and jeans and threw them into the garbage and tied off the bag, then turned on the shower, took off his clothes, and we both took a shower and he helped get me clean. He was so amazing about the whole thing. He takes such good care of me. He helped me get over the embarasment and was so caring about the whole thing I jumped him when we got out of the shower, lol."
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