I have always had a fear of flying every since I was a little girl. My dad was in the Air Force and I guess that he really wanted me to like being up there in the clouds. But I got nervous and then sick. And now, 20 years later, the symptoms are worse…and that’s before I even get on the plane. I’ve tried all the cures, acupuncture and pills and wrist bands. But non of them work as I know that it’s all going on in my mind. As they say, if we were meant to fly, then we would have been given wings!
The other week I had to get from SF, where I live to NY, where live my folks. Now they bought me the ticket some months ago, so that I would have plenty of time to prepare myself mentally. But this time wasn’t spent getting calmer….quite the opposite. As the day of travel approached I found myself more and more worked up and unable to sleep. Also I became constipated and wasn’t able to poop for almost 1 week.
Any how, there I was, sitting on the plane as it taxied for take-off. The plane was pretty empty and I had the row of seats to myself. Thank God, because no-one could then see me gripping the seat arm and sweating. I tried to breather deeply and concentrate on the seat head-rest infront of me. I closed my eyes. I could still hear the engines, and hear it increase in volume as we prepared to take off. I could feel the nerves right down into my stomach. And then something else!
The sound of the engines was now a roar and I felt us becoming weightless as we climbed away and upwards into the sky. I looked down at my shaking hands and saw them wet with sweat. I touched my face and it was wet too. My stomach was going through some sort of spasm and then came the cramps. I really needed to get to the toilet. But the undo the seat belt ding-ding had not sounded. I was double-overed by now, gritting my teeth against the pain of the cramps and also trying my hardest to hold in, what really wanted to come out!
And then I could wait no longer. I pushed the “assistance” button overhead. But I saw the stewardess up front signal to me, with a smile, to wait for the seat-belt light to go off. But one weeks of poop waits for no-one. I looked up and down the plane and saw that the toilet behind me, at the back of the plane was closest. I also noted that there were about ten rows of seats to pass. “Just ten” I said to myself. It’ll be fine. You’ll undo your seat belt and quickly make your way to the back. No bother. None of the passengers will notice you. You’ll be there in a flash.Easy peezy!
So…here goes. Undid the seat belt and made my way to the aisle by ducking down behind the seats. But there’s no cover here. So, stand up straight and walk with dignity towards the back of the plane. I could hear a voice behind me, telling me to sit, but it faded out as I was totally focused on the toilet up ahead. The cramps were now so strong. Though I stared straight ahead at the door handle, I could see from the corner of my eye that the passengers were turning to look at me. But I was past caring. Just a few more steps and I would be saved! But on reaching the door, a stewardess stepped out from behind the curtain and told me that I must sit down. I looked at her with pleading eyes and said that I was on the point of being very sick….and remember her saying something about there being a bag for that in the seat pocket. I held onto the door handle and just then, the plane lurched as it hit some turbulence. I lost my grip and sprawled across a couple sitting near. I became aware that my skirt was up and my arse exposed. And then it came. With a rush and a wet farting sound. My panties were suddenly full. I tried to get myself up. The smell was over-powering. I felt the stewardess pulling at me arm to get me back onto my feet and then I looked down and saw shit all over the floor at me feet. The hot tears of shame came. She opened the toilet door for me and I throw myself inside and as i do,catch myself in the mirror. I am a mess. Mascara has run down my face. My hair is a mess. And my skirt and panties are covered in poop. I take them off and then sit down and cry.
How much time past I have no idea. But there came a soft knocking at the door. At first I didn’t want to open it, but the knocking persisted. Opening up a crack, I was met by the kind look of the stewardess. She passed me some towels, soap and a uniform, her spare one which she said I could mail back to her. She said not to worry, and that she was sorry for not seeing me problem earlier. Once cleaned and dressed, she took me to the area away from the public and had me spend the trip there, with the other stewardesses. Though I was at first very embarrassed, everyone there was very chatty. No-one mentioned what had happened…and soon I felt much better. You know, dressed in the uniform, with the other girls, I began to feel right at home. I stayed at the back for the whole of the trip, and on saying thank you and goodbye, realized that my fear of flying was gone.
Of course, explaining to my parents as to why I was dressed in that uniform was another story.
We have two computers in our house. I have a portable and my husband, who more or less works for home, has a PC in the home “office”. The other morning I needed to check some E-mails but then realized that I’d left my portable at my work. My husband was out and so I thought I would use his, though I must say that I had never used it before as I don’t want to accidently mess up any work he has on there. When I sat down and started looking through the icons trying to find the web browser I noticed that he had left some internet pages “reduced” down on the toolbar. Thinking one of these might be something to do with web mail I clicked. And I got a huge surprise!
It opened up to a web site that dealt with shitting, well, shitting in your pants. I think that’s what it was about. At first I thought that there must of been some mistake and that I’d accidently opened this site. But I then noticed that he had Notebook open and was in the middle of writing to this web sites forum. He wrote about the joys of pooping himself, and how on that very morning he had gone to the loo and pooped in his pajamas He also wrote he wished that one day, he could share his fetish with his wife….errr…that’s me! He spoke of his often imagining me making a huge pantypoop for him, whether during sex, or just secretly whilst I’m doing the housework. The strange thing is, that when I first saw the site, I thought “how disgusting”, but after reading my husbands writings, I realize that he really does love me very much and would just like to share his enjoyment with me.
Well, I just sat there, slightly stunned! I’d accidently discovered a side of my partner I never dreamt existed And I gradually realized that it was important to him. And the more I thought about it, the more comfortable I became with the idea…after all, it’s just a poop! So, in order to “test” myself, I decided to try and make a poop in my panties, to see how it feels or even if I can do it at all.
After finding a pair of old panties I went to the bathroom (for some unexplained reason I locked the door…even though I was alone in the house!). I took off all my clothes except the panties and stood in front of the full length mirror. I have a nice body with large but firm tits, a flat stomach and a nicely rounded arse. I bent over and examined the panties from behind. Now I hadn’t been for a poop that morning as I was planning on doing my E-mails first. I could feel that there was something ready to come out. So I pushed. But nothing happened. And so I pushed again, I mean I really strained, but still nothing moved. I caught myself in the mirror and saw that my face was red for the effort. A feeling of embarrassment and mild frustration came over me. I sat down on the toilet to think. On sitting, I felt my bowels moving. And then it struck me. I was trying too hard. There was a “hang-up” in the back of my brain telling me that this was “wrong” or “dirty”, and so it was stopping my body, but because sitting on the loo was “right”, by body had no problem there. So I just needed to relax.
I thought about how happy my husband would be to see me there trying to poop. Maybe he could be spying on me through a crack in the door. I imagined him watching whilst jerking his dick. I stood up and bent forwards. I would love suck him as he looked over my body into the mirror and watched with expectation. Suddenly I felt the poop coming. Sliding out in one smooth but swift motion and making my white panties bulge outwards. It was hot and wet and the smell was over-powering. I imagined his hard cock jerking and then shooting a huge load of sperm down my eager throat I stood up and turned to look at myself in the mirror. The poop had made a dark brown stain in the gusset. I moved my buttocks with my hands and could feel the poop smearing itself over my ass cheeks. And I also realized that I was hot!
Now I knew that I could do it. I felt really good about myself. Tomorrow there’s going to be one very happy man in this house!
Today I put on a couple of pairs of panties, and then over these a pair of pantyhose. The reason: I wanted to poop at the Mall. It’s quite early, around 10.30 am and so there are not so many people around. Well, I wonder from shop to shop. In H&M I take some clothes to the changing room, close the door behind me and start looking at my bottom in the mirror. But, you know, pooping my panties in the privacy of the changing room suddenly seemed pretty lame. After all, anyone can hide away and poop. So I went back out into the store and wondered around some more. I could feel that a huge poop was ready to come out. Standing between some clothes racks, I relaxed and pushed a little. The log just slipped out, smoothly and with a little fart at the end! I could feel the weight of it filling my panties, but no smell was escaping. So I walked around a little more. It was pretty hot knowing I was doing something forbidden. Near the front door I even bent over to “inspect” some shoes more closely in front of the store security guard, and as I did so, I could feel the shit squeezing out the sides of my panties and into the pantyhose. He must of seen it. By now I was very horny …but still wanted to “dare” myself to show off. So I walked out of the shop, swinging my ass as much as possible and made my way to the loo. Once in a cubicle, I pulled down everything and fingered my hot cunt till I came. Cleaned myself up of poop and left the soiled items there. And then I went shopping!
When you wish upon a star