Posted by JaneCarole Fan on May 04, 2008 at 15:25 [65.151.169.8]
an172761 12/29/94
After my first experience pooping myself, I felt a little strange. After all, what kind of grown woman deliberately shits in her pants? I was a little disgusted with myself for having allowed my fantasy to go so far. So I did some reading on the subject, and was quite surprised to learn that people who like that kind of thing aren't all that uncommon. What *is* uncommon is for people to admit it... (especially in public!) A little later in that year, about mid-October, while lying on my bed one evening, I was thinking about how I had pooped my pants that day. Instead of being disgusted, I decided that perhaps I might explore the topic again. My husband was going to be at work until midnight, and I knew nobody else would be around to interrupt, so the thought became more and more tempting. I kept thinking about what it would look like as it was coming out of my hole. I tried getting a makeup mirror and taking a look, but it proved to be a very awkward thing to look at one's own asshole. By straining, I was able to catch a glimpse, but it wasn't comfortable, and I decided that I'd do this some other way at another time. I could feel that I had to poop, and I knew it was going to be a good solid one. I laid on my belly and reached behind me to feel my bum. I put my index finger up to my asshole. I quivered a little at the delicious sensation it gave me. I could feel the muscles in my anus pucker and relax, and when I pushed, I could feel a bulge as my turd came closer to being released. To my own surprise, I realized that my breathing had gotten ragged and I was quite aroused by my anal foreplay. I was enjoying the feel of pushing my load close to the brink and then relaxing without letting it out. I gingerly pushed my finger into my hole, expecting to feel a turd. It wasn't as easy as I had thought, and I pushed even deeper. By the time my finger was in up to the second knuckle and I hadn't felt any poop, I decided that what I needed to do was to push a little. I could feel the mass moving inside my bowels, and finally I felt the soft nudge of my turd against my finger. It was wild. I pushed my finger deeper into my hole, hoping to stick it right into the shit. The turd was quite solid, though, and it just pushed to the side. I withdrew my finger, feeling the tacky stickiness that remained on it. It wasn't as messy as I had thought... A little bolder, now, I decided to see how close I could come to letting it out without actually losing it. I put my finger over the outside of my hole once again, and gave a little push. It wasn't long before I could feel the flesh parting and the turd started to poke its way out. I touched it gingerly at first, enjoying the feel of my full asshole and the forbidden joy of touching my own shit with my fingers. It wasn't long though before I had to give it up... I had to pee, and I just couldn't do it here laying on my bed. I hadn't even thought about preparing for anything like this. I held it for a few minutes, thinking about getting up and doing it in my pants. but it was cold outside, and I figured that if I peed my pants outside like I wanted to, then I probably would catch my death of pneumonia. I opted for the bathroom instead. I sat on the toilet and started to pee. The plan was that I would pee in the toilet, but I was going to save my poop for later. I had to hold it in with my fingers as I peed to keep it from coming out. In the process, I got a pretty big brown smear on them. I wiped my bird and wiped my fingers with toilet paper, then I got ready to go out. I took the car and headed out of town. I was just twitching in anticipation of what I knew was going to happen. I had to watch my driving, because my attention kept wandering. I decided that what I was going to do was poop in my pants while I was driving on one of the old back roads. The thought of it was so outrageous that it turned me on. Nobody would ever know, and I was thrilled at the prospect. I thought it would be kind of neat to just let it happen, so that when I needed to go, I would just go. I drove for miles, noting every twinge my bowels made, hoping each one would be the one that would push the turds I knew were there out into my panties. I smelled my fingers where I had gotten some on them earlier. The scent of my poop was still there. It wasn't like I had imagined it would be. I guess I never really smelled fresh shit like that before, and instead of turning me off, it was making me even more excited. Finally, I could stand it no longer. I was either going to get on with this event, or I was going to have to give it up. I gave a little push to bring the load closer to coming out. It worked. I could finally feel the contractions in my bowels that signalled the beginning of a good dump. I could feel the pressure against my asshole as the turd moved to within millimeters of coming out. I sat there driving on the lonely dirt road, scarcely paying attention to where I was going. The sensations my asshole were giving me had me mesmerized. I stopped pushing, hoping that what I had started would continue on its own. I could feel the waves of pressure pushing my load against my hole, but because I was sitting on it, they seemed to stop just short. I gave another little push, and this time I knew my asshole had become fully dilated and my turd was engorging it... but I refused to shift my weight, hoping that my shit would find its own way out of its confines... I must have driven like that for five miles... knowing that all I had to do was shift my weight and I would fill my panties with goo. They were probably stained brown already, I knew. Maybe you can't dump in your pants with your weight full on your ass, I mused. The wonderful full feeling in my lower bowels had increased, and the pressure continued. I could feel a slight shift, and then a new sensation. I could feel a lump under my asshole... and I knew that I was really starting to poop in my panties. I couldn't help myself. I started to push. I could feel the small lump under my asshole start to get larger. I could feel the turd slowly moving out of my hole, out between the cheeks of my bum and into my panties. Some of it went up my crack and still more started moving down between my legs. I could feel its hardness and every bit of its motion.... my breathing was so ragged and my driving had become so erratic that I had to pull the car over to the side of the road. I leaned over to one side and gave another push. I could feel a massive turd inside me move down to where it would join the rest of my load, and I continued to push until it was all out. The wonderful, warm wet feeling under my bum was indescribable. I had really filled my panties with a load. It was so large, in fact that my panties had been unable to contain it all, and some of it had worked its way under the elastic, out into my blue jeans. I sat in the seat of my car, shifting my weight from side to side, savouring the delicious sensation, wiggling my bottom in every way that I could so that I could feel it all.... I rubbed my clit through the fabric of my jeans. Within seconds, I had an enormous orgasm, the kind that makes my toes curl and my eyes squint. I couldn't believe what a turn-on such a simple act could be. I was a little paranoid driving home, because the thought kept occuring to me that if the police were ever to stop me I would have some rather hard explaining to do... but I got there uneventfully. I went straight upstairs to the bathroom, thinking the way to get cleaned up would be to simply peel these clothes off and get into the shower. I started the water running, and adjusted it to the right temperature. The sound of running water made me want to pee again. It had only run for a few seconds, and already the need to pee was pretty strong. I couldn't just sit down on the toilet and pee, because I knew I was in too much of a mess. Another naughty thought crossed my mind, and I shoved my hand down the front of my pants to feel my pussy. As my fingers started to cup it, I could feel them pushing into the soft brown mass that had crept up around there. My hand was right in it. I wiggled my fingers, delighting in it, and as I stood there, I started to pee in my pants. The wave of warm pee and the soft squish of poop was more than I could stand. I had another orgasm right there on the spot... my pee running down my legs. It took a few minutes for me to regain my senses... I stepped into the shower clothes and all, and started to undress. After I'd cleaned myself up in the shower, I filled the tub and had a long relaxing soak in the steaming hot water. My daydream of pooping my pants had become a reality that was even more exciting than I had expected, and I knew I would sometime do it again.
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