Posted by pantiespooper on August 23, 2008 at 01:29 [76.95.39.40]
Today was my day. I knew yesterday that I had one brewing, but was not sure it would happen in bed, last night, or this morning. Well, it began to be too much during breakfast, but I held on anyway.
I made sure I had all the preparations made, which were really simple. First, spare panties in a baggie for the messy ones; then a small bar of soap (hotel size works good) to help eliminate the odor, if necessary.
As I left for work, I wondered, and pondered, if it was gonna be in my panties even before I arrived at work; I had a sensation that my panties were already messy a little, but didn't bother to really check. I'm kinda glad I was sitting while driving - it helped, and if it had happened in the car, it might have been embarassing - they had a guard checking IDs, and someone might have gotten a real surprise when I opened my window.
I drove into the parking garage, found a place to park, and readied myself for getting out of the car - everything was ready. I intended to let my poop out on the way to the bathroom, whicn is on the first floor (I was on the fifth). I began relaxing as I took my first step away from the car, and it didn't take very long to get started. I had perhaps a half inch out of me, holding me open, by the time I reached the stairwell (I knew the elevators would be crowded and that would have been a bit embarassing, although the stairwell could be crowded too; never considered that).
As I began my descent, gravity and the steps I was taking really helped it to move more. It was obviously pretty firm, and was taking its sweet time getting there. I am sure that the resistance of my tight panties was also keeping it pretty slow. I passed another girl climbing the steps, but I don't think there was enough odor to notice at that point, and I managed to stay a bit away from her.
As I was aproaching the last landing steps, I stopped, and put my hand back to survey the results. Oh, my gosh!!! My poop was REALLY firm, and was pushing my panties, and probably my pants, down about five inches, perhaps a little more. There was no doubt in my mind that if someone were to get a look at my back side, they would KNOW something was amiss, and if they got close they would KNOW!
I finished the last steps, and headed for the bathroom. Of course, both stalls were full, and it became quickly obvious they were not just peeing. I could not just stand inside, waiting for them to finish - someone was bound to come in, smell me, see my bulge - I was not ready for that. So I stepped outside to wait. I knew I had to wait until at least one of them came out, and that no other girls went in - it was only a two-holer. I stepped away from the door to a vantage point where I was not TOO conspicuous, and again felt of the bulge in my panties. Had it gotten even longer?? I was not sure, but it definitely had to show!
I waited five minutes, then seven, and eight. I was relishing in the sensations that I had, but became fearful that it might be some time before I could get inside. Fortunately, no one else went in, and when one of the girls stepped out, I let her pass (not too close to me), and made my way into the empty stall. The place already had a pretty strong poop odor, so I didnt really add much to it. The other girl was wiping, so as I made my preparations to sit (put that paper thingy on it), I relaxed and let the rest of my poop into my panties. It was lots softer, and kinda oooozzzed out of me quietly. She was up, and out, washing her hands when I pushed the last of the soft pudding poop in me out into my panties... (sometimes I think, "If she only knew...") then I turned, pulled my pants down (not my panties) and sat (Oh, how I wish these had the same kind of cover I have at home, but these only have a big hole). This pushed the soft mass of my bulge against me, and it spread some, but never quite came out of my panties.
I sat there until she washed up, touched up her face, and left. I was still enjoying the warmth and feel of my poop when another girl came in (don't they know that they should just leave me alone when I am like this?!! Oh, of course they don't). Fortunately, she was not there long; peed some, and left. I then stood, stepped out of my pants, and lowered my panties to view the damage. Oh, my gosh!! (again). I had at LEAST a canteloupe size load in my panties. The first firm part was on the bottom, fully covered with the firm pudding poop, then the soft pudding poop. I tried to put my hand (which is not small) around it, and I could not cover all of the bulge.
I began my cleanup, and used the bar to wash as much and as best I could. I put on the clean panties, dumped the poop, and knew that I had to break that up, because it would have NEVER flushed the way it was. That was hard for me - I wrapped my hand around all that poop, and really didnt want to break it up. There was soooo much poop there that I had to try to remember how long I had waited to produce it. But I had to get to work, so I broke it up reluctantly, completed my cleanup, washed my hands thoroughly, and left the bathroom, to complete the walk to my building and up to my office.
Now (what I think is) the best part:
The sensations that I had while waiting for those girls to come out of the bathroom lingered with me all day long. Everytime I had to stand to walk to another office, or to the printer room, I felt as if it was still there, and still pushing my panties down beyond all reason, and getting softer poop all over the inside of my legs (made the cleanup a little more difficult). Even when I went to my meeting tonight, I felt like that long firm log that pushed my panties so far down was still there, still caressing my bottom.
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