Posted by Donnie C. on April 19, 2008 at 18:45 [65.146.216.75]
“A Story – Part 1”
Posted by Melanie on February 7, 1998
The Public Session
Today was the day! I was going to pee and poop my pants in public! I had decided to drive thirty miles to a large town to do the deed, as it were. A long way to go? Maybe, but I couldn’t risk bumping into anyone I knew when I may well be wearing wet and shitty pants. I hadn’t pooped for two days, or peed since the previous night, so I was feeling lovely and full.
I began to pick out my clothes. I decided against jeans. A wet stain is just too obvious. I only wanted anyone to realise what I’d done when they got close, so I picked out an old-ish pair of beige leggings and a pair of my special “pooping” knickers. A sweatshirt and a short jacket completed the ensemble. I can remember little about the journey there, because I was high with excitement and, yes, some trepidation. After all, this was to be a truly new experience for me.
The town had a nice footpath along a river, with plenty of people walking about, which was where I parked the car. Strolling along the riverside walk, I could feel my bladder and bowels aching, desperate to empty themselves. I really wanted to do it, but I was still a little bit scared. Then, after about 15 minutes wandering back and forth, I decided, heart thumping, that it was now or never.
I stood leaning on the handrail, looking over the river….. and peed. And peed, and peed, and peed. Oh, the ecstasy! The gorgeous warm wetness of my pee running into my pants, pouring down my legs and into my shoes had me close to orgasm. I looked down at the huge puddle I was making , then I heard what sounded like a couple of teenage girls making comments. “Oh God, look at her just standing there fucking pissing herself!” “She must be fucking drunk, or on drugs, or something. Fucking dirty cow!”
Knowing I had an audience, I decided to go the whole hog, and pushed shit into my pee-soaked pants. It just kept coming and coming, a really huge load that I could feel stretching my leggings. The girls gasped in horror, as a blast of gas and a torrent of softer poop gushed out. “Christ, let’s get out of here!” I heard. I smiled to myself, then walked on, feeling the soft, warm poop squelching around in my pants, and my feet sloshing in my sopping shoes.
It was a real pleasure to watch the disgusted looks on peoples’ faces, and to hear their comments as they passed by. I was so excited that I knew I would have to bring myself off, so I turned and started to make my way back to my car. Then I saw something which made me freeze with horror…
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