Posted by Repost Debbie on June 16, 2002 at 06:26
Again, I am not "Debbie", I tried to put quotation marks on her name in the name section but they did not show up. Again, a story about her, posted a week or so after the first. Wonderful story! Thanks her for writing it!
Debbie on June 12, 2002 at 16:08
Ever since the accident I had at my daughter's a few weeks ago I have been masturbating as I fantasized about messing my pants again. I had decided I was going to do it over the past weekend so about the middle of last week when I masturbated I would stop short of having an orgasm as I wanted to build up the intensity for the fun I was hoping to have on Saturday. As part of my plans I ate at Taco Bell for lunch on Friday and went out with a friend after work to have dinner at my favorite Mexican restaurant. I know on the day after I eat Mexican food my urgency for a BM as well as the amount of poo I make increases considerably and I was wanting to have both urgency and quantity for my mess.
I felt like a child waiting for a big event when I went to bed Friday night as I had trouble getting to sleep anticipating the excitement of the next morning. I even woke up a few times throughout the night. Each time the gas and cramps that I was having let me know with certainty I would be having a big BM in the morning.
When I woke up on Saturday I went to the bathroom as usual for my morning wee. Normally I would have put on my robe over my nightgown but that morning I put on a t-shirt, a pair of panties that I didn't mind getting ruined, and also an old pair of bike style shorts. After my accident I figured it would be smart to wear something that would help hold the poo in the panties so it wouldn't fall on the floor so easily. I was certain it wouldn't be long before I needed a BM so before heading to my kitchen for some breakfast I did something that probably will sound silly but I did it. I locked myself out of both of my bathrooms! I have the little metal poker thing that you can use to unlock the doors when they get locked by mistake but I knew it was in a drawer with a lot of other stuff and would take some time to find. My hope was to be desperate to the point that I wouldn't be able to find the poker and get the door open in time to avoid having an "accident in my pants".
After going outside to get my morning newspaper I went to the kitchen for a bagel, some fruit, and coffee. I read the paper as I ate and by the time I had finished eating I was starting to get the urge for my morning BM. I continued reading the paper and drinking coffee and the urge for a poo continued to get stronger. After about five minutes I was reaching the point where I knew I was going to need the toilet very soon. I could feel wetness between my legs as my excitement increased and I began to rub myself as I sat very still, clenching my muscles and trying to control my bowels. I was only able to sit there a few more minutes before the urge had gotten so strong that I knew if I didn't get to the toilet right away I was going to have poo in my pants. I went to the drawer where I keep the metal poker thing that unlocks the doors and began desperately hunting through the many items for it. I was clenching my muscles as tight as I could and breathing hard as I looked through the drawer. It was such a strange feeling, all along I knew deep inside myself that I wanted to mess my pants and yet my natural instincts that have been in me for my entire life were still telling me that I really should hold on and go use the toilet. Nature finally won the battle and I realized I couldn't hold it any longer. I stopped shuffling through the items in the drawer and said to myself "oh my god I'm gonna poo my pants again".
I began to rub myself through my shorts and relaxed my bowels. There were some muffled farts and a crackling sound as the warm soft poo began to spread on my bottom, quickly filling my panties. The feeling was wonderful and I had one of the strongest orgasms I've ever experienced as I stood there pooping in my pants. It was so incredible, my legs felt weak and I was somewhat lightheaded. I stood there for several seconds holding onto the countertop and thinking how about how good my orgasm was. Then I guess reality started to set in and I had this strange feeling of guilt. My kitchen smelled from my poo and my panties felt like they had twice as much poo in them as they did when I had my accident a few weeks ago. As I started to look again for the poker thing I started thinking to myself how sick I must be, that I had essentially pooped my pants on purpose and got sexually aroused by it. I began to think it was a nice experience but I would never do it again. I then found the poker for the locks and headed to the bathroom.
It took a few minutes to get the bathroom door open and when I got in I looked at my bottom in the mirror. I was surprised to see how large the bulge was in my shorts from my poo and there was a slight brown stain showing through the dark pink material. I ran my hand across the bulge and then pushed slightly on it causing the soft poo to spread out even more. Even though I was feeling guilty for what I had done I couldn't help but enjoy how the mess felt in my pants. I had the feeling in my tummy that I could still poop more so I thought since I may never do this again and my pants were already messed, I may as well fill them with as much poop as I could. I began the pushing motion in my bowels, passed some gas, and then very soft, almost runny poo came out with a bubbly sound. I was surprised at how much more I went and began to get excited again by the feeling of the warm mess in my pants. I pushed again on the bulge causing the poo to spread out farther. It felt so good that I decided it would be fun to sit down and really spread out the mess. I placed an old towel on my toilet seat then began to slowly lower my bottom. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt, squishy poo spreading over my cheeks, up my crack, and now in between my legs too. I was getting incredibly excited as I began to rock my bottom back and forth, spreading the poo even farther up my backside and between my legs. Within a few seconds I could feel the warm gooey mess oozing up my frontside, past my excited clitoris. It felt so good and I was thinking about how the poo was now everywhere in my pants. The feeling was so wonderful that I had another very strong orgasm, this time without even touching myself. As I looked down between my legs I could see a stain that had developed about 2 inches up the front of my shorts. I sat there for a few minutes enjoying the pleasure of having my pants so full of poo then started having the guilt feelings again so I decided I should clean up.
As I cleaned up I started feeling disgusted with myself. I peeled off my shorts and panties. My panties were completely messed so again I decided not to bother cleaning them and threw them out. There was quite a bit of poo squished into my shorts too but I did wash them out. Once I was finished cleaning up I thought it had been fun but that was it, I wasn't going to do it again. I put it out of my mind and got on with my day.
By Sunday night when I went to bed I started thinking about the fun I had on the previous morning and started getting excited again. I told myself I couldn't keep pooping my pants, that it was perverted but I couldn't get it out of my head. I ended up masturbating while I thought about the mess I had made on Saturday. When I got home from work on Monday I had a strong urge for a BM. I went into the bathroom and pulled my panties down to sit on the toilet then pulled them back up. I walked over in front of the mirror in my bathroom, lifted my dress then watched my bottom as I pushed poo out into my white silky panties. It really excited me watching my panties bulge out with the brown tint from my poo clearly showing through the material. I couldn't resist masturbating and as I did I thought about how much I enjoy the feeling of poo in my panties. When I reached orgasm I said to myself in a loud voice "my god, I can't believe how much I love to poo my pants". As I cleaned up from my fun I again had feelings of guilt but I'm starting to realize that is something I just need to get over. I really enjoy going poo in my pants, why I don't know, but I know I do! And I know without a doubt I will do it again. I've had the best orgasms imaginable every time I've done it and some pretty good ones when I fantasize about it too. I hope to have lots of stories to post in the future.
Debbie
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