Posted by stnapyttop on August 24, 2005 at 19:59 [69.153.246.145]
Enjoy.
A number of years ago, some friends and I had come back to my girl-friends house after a date. It was dusk, and we were locked out of her house as she had forgotten to bring keys with her, so we had to wait around until her family returned to get inside.
My girlfriend had a history of a weak bladder, mostly having accidents when she laughed too hard... but unfortunately, I had never had the pleasure of experiencing one of her accidents. She was blonde, with a perfect curved figure. On this evening, she was wearing tight shorts, and silky tan panties.
As the group of us sat on the porch waiting for her family, she announced to everyone how badly she had to pee. It was obvious from her mood that she was already desperate and that combined with the fact that she had never held it well anyway, set her up for a desperate situation.
At first, she did not seem too upset about her need to go, and even got a little laugh about her predicament. But as each minute passed, her mood changed from lighthearted to rather serious. She went from being silly about her need to go, to just becoming quiet, and sitting with her legs crossed. Needless to say, I was hoping her family would be further delayed. I found myself excited about her change in mood. As she became more and more quiet, I noticed her legs crossing more tightly, and her body beginning to rock front and back to keep concentration.
The more she rocked back and forth, the more her desperation became obvious to everyone. She was usually a fun person, but because she was so serious, nobody knew what to say... no jokes about her predicament, but just encouragement to hold on.
Her mood moved then moved from quiet to agitated. She stood up, and walked around, with methodical bounces to keep control, and began making sharp comments about how badly she needed to go. I was wondering why she didn't just take a trip to the bushes, but I later found out that she was concerned about neighbors getting a look, and that she really needed to go poop as well as pee -- something she did not announce to anyone.
However, her bounces soon became short dances to hold on, and her hand was moving into her crotch intermittently as she began to sweat. By this time, she was no longer to take large steps, but just stayed in a small space on her driveway, and moved little bits at a time. As she became more desperate, she began to get angry about her family's delay in getting home.
She made her way around a corner of her house, and I told the group that I wouild be right back... as I cornered the house, she was continuing her movements with even more anxiety. "God, I am serious... I don't think I can hold it." She began to make a bowl-legged shape with her legs, bending them down, and then back up every ten seconds or so. I though for sure that this was the end, but did not see a wet spot appear. "Can't you just go to the back and hide and go?" I asked. "No! I can't! God... my stomach hurts..." she continued.
"I'm gonna go in my pants... Oh God, I'm gonna go in my pants." She must have said it ten times as she held on.
With each bowl-legged bend, I then began to see a small patch start to grow... "Oh God... it's coming"s she said. "Just make sure nobody is watching..." she pleaded.
I was shaking with excitement as I consoled her, but still could not understand why she did not just pull them down behind some bushes and relieve herself... but each time I suggested it, she just told me "No!"
There was a three inch wet spot inbetween her legs now, and she began to turn and writhe in pain.
Then I knew it... she would not go to the bushes because she was in trouble in front AND in back... "Oh, I have to poop. Oh, I have to go so bad. I'm not going to make it." She told me.
Her hand had made it to the seat of her pants by this time, and I could tell she was doing her best to hold it in. "Oh god, it's going to happen... I am going to do it in my pants. Oh God... it's coming. I can't hold it!"
"It's coming! It's coming! I can't stop it!" It's coming!!!
A small fart,and the bulge grew on her butt. She made the final bowl-legged bend, and let it go... pooping her her pants like nothing I had ever seen. I actually heard crackles as she bent and filled her pants.
After the push, she stood and looked up at me in disbelief. "I just pooped in my pants. What am I going to do?"
Before I could answer, her families' car pulled up.
Her sister noticed first... "Lisa peed in her pants again!"
She stood with her front facing them so the fact that she pooped was not visible. However, when her family came closer, there was no hiding it. "Oh my God, she pooped her pants!"
"Shut up!" she yelled... just open the door. Where were you, anyway!"
I followed her into the house, as she walked to her room with a legs-apart-wadle.
As she closed her bedroom door, I followed her in. She was crying knowing that she had just pooped in her pants in front of her family, friends, and me. As I consoled her, she calmed down a bit. I asked her if she wanted me to help her clean, and to my excitement, she conceded.
Her shorts came down, and I turned her around to reveal a solid bulge of poopy pants.