Posted by Juanita on January 13, 2003 at 12:58 [24.205.172.50]
Pardon my intrusion. But I have been reading the posts here for a whole night. I am a Middle School teacher and a girl gave this web sight as a place to visit. She is so sweet and I wish she were my daughter. I know she vents in her underpants and apparently she knows I do too.
When I was small and in the second or third grade, I went to a small school in our village near Mexico City. It was a old six big room apartment. So six classes were installed. There were no bathrooms though. I lived twenty blocks away. Most kids got timed bathroom breaks. I even tried.
My teacher told me I could just squat down in the alley and if I closed my eyes nobody would see me. I actually tried it. But my messy bottom dirtied my panties. My mom was understanding. She was so understanding I could just cry. Mom has been gone (dead) for over twenty years. She grew up like me in old Mexico. I learned so much from her.
One day in the third grade I needed to empty my bowels. My teacher told me to go home, but he would time me. I had to go bad. I told him this and he told me to do it in the alley. I couldn't. I messed my pants as I walked home. Mom was there and was supper supportive. She was super cool. She showed me her underwear. Under her uniform (from the electric company)mhe was wearing a super thick bloomer to her mid thigh. Her stockings seemed super heavy and were held up by garters from a belt. Her panties were super messed and wet. For some reason I learned then that I was supposed to use my underwear as my bathroom. I really didn't disagree with me.
I didn't know mom messed her pants when needed to go. But she dressed me in super thick bloomers. She told me to pee and if I needed too, to mess in them too. I did it all the first day. I wet my diaper just before lunch. I did it as I sat listening to a lecture. After lunch I lifted myself and dumped my bowels into moms set up underwear. It worked. As I walked home that day. My bloomers were super loaded and I was wet. I felt good. I think I even blasted in my panties.
I was given a note from a girl who I know messes her pants in class. God, I've seen hundreds. She was good though. She knew I was sitting on my own load though. We locked eyes. She was just finishing. I wasn't going to bust her. Hell, my diaper was loaded to the max. One more pee and it would show. I needed to hold it and so did she.
I pushed out more mess several times during the day. I held my water, just to be safe.
Finally I filled my diaper with pee. It held it all. I was a young girl and had gotten away with messing and wetting my pants. Believe it or not, my panties became my life. I messed and wet my diapers every day. My plastic pants became my insurance policy. For over twenty years I got away with messing my pants and wetting my pants daily. I didn't retire. I just want to mess my pants as needed.
My first husband told me of a history thing. A woman was convicted of being a spy. She faced a firing squad. Before they fired, she obviously messed and wet her pants. Mine would have already been filled. Hell, I would have peed on his favorite floor. As she died and her bowels and bladder let go, so would mine. Several minutes after the shooting I was relaxed. My panties super loaded and super wet.
I now live in a small town. I still diaper every morning to be safe. By tonight, thank God for plastic trash bags. A super heavy and super loaded diaper goes out in the tras tonight. I'll do another tomorrow. I don't sit on a toilet, I dump into a panty or diaper. My choice is a diaper. It relaxes me. It is always my secret, under my skirt or dress. I always wear a thick elastic panty over my diaper.
As I write this. I am sitting on a huge mud loaded crotch that was dumped a few hours ago. As I lifted and filled my diaper I also blasted. I wish I knew how many other girls in class were sitting on loaded panties. I let my bladder start to dran and soak the front of my diaper. It was so neat. I completely drained into my diaper and none of it showed. I even lifted and pushed a small turd into my soaked diaper.
Mom bought me a bag of dispossable diapers every week. The bag contained twenty two diapers. By the end of the week they were gone. I never sat on a toilet again. All my pee and poop went into my diaper, and I loved it.
I messed and wet my diapers all the way through college and still wear Depends under my girdle today. I will change my Depends when it's ready, but my poop will be with me all day. You fiqure that one out.
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