Posted by Mayre P on January 21, 2003 at 13:04 [65.129.88.204]
Last Sunday in church I need to poop but I wanted to wait until we got home. I don’t like pooping in the bathrooms, everyone knows what you are up to and, well, at church I like to present my best, not my worst.
Well, the service was over and I had to wait for dad to get finished talking. How I could have filled my panties right there! But,…presenting my best again…
As we were leaving, dad wanted to go out to eat. Ok, I could do that, that way I did not have to make anything. We went to a Chinese restaurant and stuffed ourselves. I got up to go to the bathroom, but dad said, don’t go in there, they are filthy. The place served great food and is always busy, but at these times, the bathrooms do get disgusting. He said, wait til we get home if you can. I said but I really need to go. He said he did too, but just try to wait.
We got up and dad went to pay. I wanted to poop now and dad kept talking to someone he knew. I was almost outside so I wanted to let go. I spread my legs a bit and slightly squattedforward, just a bit, but dad knew what I was doing. He quickly said, Mayre, not here! And quickly paid the bill. He was afraid I would embarrass him. He grabbed my arm and we walked outside. He knew I had to go bad, so it did not look like I was doing this just for fun, so I stopped walking and started the routine again, only this time I was serious. Dad saw me standing there legs slightly spread and knew what I was doing. I just gave up the inner battle and relaxed and enjoyed a good slow poop in my panties. Dad is normally ok with this, I think he actually enjoys it, but hates to be embarrassed by it. I guess pooping in the parking lot was not good for him.
I got a blanket out of the trunk, put it on the seat. I lifted my skirt up so not to mess that up, and sat down in the warm mushy load. It always feels good to squish a clay load like that, just forms tight to your bottom. Dad saw my panties bulging and tried not to look like he saw it. I feel if I can turn his attention from frustration to something else, maybe it will help. He even tried to straighten out the blanket, but I feel he was moving for a better view. We started driving, and he made the comment, I hope you feel better, cause I don’t as he rolled down the windows a bit. I just said to divert the attention from me, then you do it too so you can feel better. He just smiled, and said, nope, we are going to stop at a friends house to pick something up. I knew he was doing that to get back at me. Now I will have to hide this from others, at their house.
Well, we got there and got out of the car. The two dogs ran up to me, so I decided to stay outside. I really had no choice, with this poopy mess. I squatted down to pet the dogs and their one little boy came out to visit. He pet the dogs with me and started asking what’s that smell. I spread my legs to let him see the stained panties. He said with a gasp, Did you poop your pants? I said yea. I figured who would believe a 5 year old anyway. He ran off to his mother standing there talking to my dad. Mommy, Mayre pooped her pants. My dad turned red (Got him back!). I walked to them and said, No, what I told him is that I stepped in dog poo and it smells like I pooped my pants. She told him to listen better and not to embarrass people like that. He ran off all frustrated. Dad’s face was no longer red when he looked at me and smiled.
We got home and I went to clean up but noticed that dad had disappeared. Did he go poop somewhere too? Bathrooms were empty. End of story for now.