Posted by Bella on May 08, 2008 at 12:37 [69.158.98.104]
Hiii!
I've been here for a while now, but this was my first real experience and my first post. It's really turned everything upside down for me...
I'm a pretty normal college girl, not one you'd think would be in to this kind of thing. I like chilling with my friends, and guys tell me I'm pretty. I was also on my high school's basketball team, although I don't play these days.
I go to college nearby but I still live with my parents. They give me lots of privacy so I've been browsing panty poop sites for years. I was never able to work up the courage to do it until recently.
I knew a few days beforehand that Mom was going to the mall and I agreed to go with her. I decided I would stay at the mall after she left and do it then and there.
Looking back it was a bad idea. In my frenzied desire to do it I didn't really think that Saturday afternoon at a mall might not be so good for me. As it turns out I went a bit overboard on the laxatives that day too. I didn't know you weren't supposed to combine them!
Before we left I changed into the outfit I had always planned on pooping in. A fairly old (but still clean) pair of pink nylon panties, my tightest pair of jeans, and a tank-top that showed a lot of cleavage. Maybe I was crazy but I wanted a lot of eyes on me. I guess at that point my hormones had taken over.
As I was changing I could already feel my bowels rumbling. I was kind of worried that I had timed the laxative wrong, but I didn't feel any urgency so I thought I was okay.
I was kind of squirming in the car, but I don't think Mom noticed. When we got there it really hit me how many people there were and I started having second thoughts. What if I saw someone I knew? and things like that.
I also forgot to plan how I was going to get home. When Mom leaves me at the mall I usually take the bus or a cab, but those would both force me to expose myself more publicly than I wanted. My original plan was to do it in some secluded spot and then (somehow) get home with minimal exposure. I had always sucked at planning things...
So I decided I would abort and do it in a toilet at the mall, but I wanted to wait until I was really desperate because I like the feeling.
So Mom drags me around for half an hour trying to find a birthday gift for some distant relative, and all the while my urgency is getting more intense.
At one point we were at Winners (I think) and I farted to try and relieve some pressure. The fart was awfully loud, and I felt a bit of warm mush slip into the seat of my panties. This is when I really started to panic. I guess I had been caught up in enjoying my desperation.
Thankfully it was only a little bit and it didn't smell. I felt like a lot more was coming so I immediately told my Mom I was going to go find a bathroom and would meet back with her later. So she said..."I'll go with you, I need to go too."
ARGH! I so just wanted to be alone at that moment. On the way I farted again and it was louder and a little more mush came out. It didn't smell though and I thanked God for that. I didn't bother checking if it was visible through my pants because I didn't want to know.
So we get to the service desk to ask where the bathrooms are and the stupid girl (who looked 16) says they're for paying customers only.
So there I was, standing with my Mom and some stupid little girl, about to lose control and let loose a torrent of hot, runny, smelly shit into my pants. I started really thinking about that and it wasn't sexy at all now.
So I did the only thing I could. I felt my control slipping away, almost to the point of disaster. I knew I would lose the battle in less than a minute. I wanted to cry or scream or something.
I started shrieking at the girl and my Mom got scared. She said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air."
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said FRESH and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can say this cab is rare, but I thought "Now forget it" - "Yo homes, to Bel Air"
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes smell ya later." I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
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