After the birth of my lovely little boy, and maybe because of the many changes that my body was going through, on some days I found myself quite constipated. Sometimes I couldn’t pass a poop for over a week. Eventually I went to the doctor who prescribed me with a very strong laxative. He did warn me to count the hours after taking it, as I would need to be near a toilet when it kicked in. Yeah yeah! (How I wish I’d listened!).
Life as a new mother is great for the most part. But, and lets be honest here, it can be a little boring. I mean you’re stuck at home with your baby, who requires pretty much 24/7 attention. So, you can imagine I was very happy to get invited by my old work mates out to a dinner and dance at a very nice local restaurant. Hubby was working so couldn’t come, but I really wanted it to be just me and my friends. The morning was spent running errands and then I spent the afternoon getting myself pretty (in between looking after baby). I’d put on quite a few pounds and struggled both to find, and then to get into, a suitable dress. Doorbell rang and the babysitter appeared. Now, for some reason (maybe excitement, me rushing to finish up, or just being a total air-head…I don’t know) I took some vitamin pills and a laxative tablet just before leaving the house. Why did I do that? Force of habit?
So there I was, seated with my best mates, laughing and drinking and chatting….having a great time. It had been so long that we all had a lot to catch up on. They all ordered lots of finger food/snacks and I was struggling to resist. But my friends were having non of this silliness, and told me to forget about my weight and just have a good time. So I started eating. But after only a couple of mouthfuls, I felt the stirrings of trouble. As soon as my brain registered that I needed to poop, I knew I had only seconds to get to the toilet. I remember jumping to my feet and the sound of the chair hitting the floor as it fell backwards. I remember the look of surprise on the faces around me. I think at that moment, for a split second, I considered my options…try and run to the loo and poop myself on the way, stay put here with my friends and poop my pants or run out the front door. But laxative waits for no man/woman. Feeling the uncontrollable tsunami building, I rushed towards the front door. My hand grabbed the door handle and then the simple effort of pushing it open caused my bowels to open.The feeling of hot shit pouring out of me and filling my panties. I somehow managed to get the door open but the first foot step caused more to spurt out and now my panties were full and overflowing down my legs and onto the floor. I almost fell as I tried to run to the car. I felt the hot tears of shame streaming down my face. My day, the day I had so looked forwards to, was ruined. I crouched down beside my car unsure of what to do. I had nothing with me to clean myself. I just cried.
How much time passed I don’t know. But at some point I heard a noise behind me and turned to see one of my friends coming towards me. She was so nice and so very kind. I remembered then that she worked as a nurse. She told me not to worry, as non of the others knew why I jumped up so quickly. But the she had guessed why. From her car she took wipes and cleaned me up pretty good. She then phoned our friends to say that I was sick, and that she was taking me home. Later she called to see if I was alright…and she promised that this would stay a secret!
Feeling kind of hot and horny dressed in my skimpy top and white panties, whilst laying on the sofa, I decided to break out my “emergency helper”…my vibrator! Laying back and turning it on, I pull my white panties to one side as I gently start to massage my pussy, running it back and forth over my pussy lips to make them nice and juicy. Then I gently lean the vibrator forwards and let it gently slip inside. Mmmmmm! The sensation is just incredible. Laying back and closing my eyes, I can feel the pressure of orgasm slowly building. I pull my helper forwards and let it vibrate against my clit and then push it back up inside. And repeat! Then somewhere in the distance, in a part of my body I can’t quite connect with, I start to feel something else pushing. And I realize that if I cum, then I’m going to shit myself! What’s a girl to do?
As the first orgasmic rush comes over me and my body starts to spasm, then a large, smelly and wet and hot shit is pushed out into my panties. But for some reason, it’s very size and hotness makes me more horny and I start to cum again. My legs are up in the air, I’m ramming the vibrator in and out of my dripping wet pussy and the air is full of the smell of shit. And theis time, as I cum, I let out a stream of pee, which fills my panties and overflows onto the floor. My body is convulsing and as the orgasms subside, I drop the vibrator to the floor. My panties are full of piss and poop and cunt juice.
Maybe it’s the combination of the forbidden: masturbation and pooping in your panties that got me so hot. I don’t know. But what I do know is that I now love pantypooping!
Thought that I should really start to think about getting fit….coming to the age where it’s difficult to shift those extra kilos. So I bought myself a set of weights. This morning, after breakfast, I put on some music and started going through my new routine. Now they say that I should increase the weights each time I work-out. Maybe I read it wrong, but these extra Kilos really needed some effort to lift up.
Thing is that after breakfast I normally go for a poo, but this morning I wanted to get those exercises outta the way. Well now, bending down, I griped the dumb-bell handle and pulled upwards. And as I did I felt my stomach pushing against my anus and before I could think, a huge poop had squeezed itself out into my spandex legging. It felt hot, but in truth, not unpleasant Any-how, I had my workout to do, and so thought that as I’d already started, well then, I might as well continue until I finish. Working out with a huge poop in your panties makes for an interesting feeling. By now I was sweating quite a bit and as I moved, the shit started to slowly slide down from my gusset till it was held tight by the back of my leg. In the mirror it looked like an extra huge muscle! And as I continued, I thought that my pooping my panties felt totally natural. Why can’t I poop myself if I want to? And why can’t I pee myself too. So I did that as well! Hot piss running down my legs and the huge poop in my leggings was really exciting. At that point my pussy was itching for attention….but that’s another story in the shower.
Some weeks ago I got myself a new girlfriend. She was pretty, happy-go-lucky and had an interesting secret. Yep, she liked, no…she loved, pantypooping. Now I think of myself as a normal well adjusted person, but this fetish was totally new for me. I at first I wasn’t sure what to think.
We were making out, petting on the bed, when she asked me to go to the toilet with her. She sat on the loo to make a piss, and then smiling at me, invited me to put my hands between her legs. Yeah, I admit it, it was kind of sexy, feeling her cunt as hot piss streamed out of it. I guess that was her way of “testing” me. Afterwards we talked about it, and I realized that the conversation was making me hard. I guess that was her plan/reward as she immediately dropped to her knees and gave me a fantastic blowjob.
This feeling her peeing with my hands went on for a week or so, and then she wanted to “up her game”. She had talked at length about the pleasure of pooping, the feeling of it coming out, the sweet smell and the feeling of hotness between her butt cheeks. Most of all, she talked of the poop resting in her panties, with her walking around and doing the housework, cooking, cleaning etc whilst having that hot and wet turd weighing down her thin panties. Don’t get me wrong, I really liked her, but was a little unsure as to how she wanted our relationship to go with regard to her fetish. Was she expecting to poop for me? Did she want me to pantypoop for her? Still, I quite liked the idea of her pooping her panties for us and would sometimes encourage her to speak of this whilst fucking.
One day we were in the kitchen, messing around and petting, when she suddenly pulled away from me. Standing up in front of the sink, she spread her legs and then told me to get down on my knees behind her and watch her panties from below. She then leaned forwards, sticking out her lovely arse. Looking up at her clean white panties I could feel her straining, her buttocks clenching and relaxing as she pushed. Pretty soon a small bulge appeared, pushing out and then, very quickly, a huge shit was pushed out, causing the panties to stretch out, and then the weight of it pulled the panties down towards my face. I heard her gasp. A dark brown stain starting to spread across the tightly stretched material. She then turned her head and looked down at me and was about to ask me what I thought, but just smiled instead. She felt my hot cum on the back of her leg as I shot a load in my excitement.
Yesterday afternoon, after I’d dropped the kids off at their grandmothers, I had the rest of the day to myself. Luxury! Changed into a light and Summery dress, clean white cotton panties and on with some make-up. First thing was to grab a quick bite to eat, before heading into town to meet with my friends for an evening of girl talk and drinks. Now I’m normally one to watch my figure (single mum on the prowl!) but with time at a premium, a drive-in burger joint will have to do. On entering the eatery a very handsome man said hello and then I felt his eyes following me to the counter. He came up and stood beside me and started to make small talk. Thing is, I was in a hurry, otherwise I would have been happy a pie stood there feeling like a teenager. But in the end, once my order came, I had to smile and say goodbye. I think he looked a little disappointed.
So there I was, comfortably sitting in my car, enjoying the stereo and eating my burger and fries. It’s true that going to the loo had crossed my mind before ordering as I had felt a slight twinge in my bowl. But time awaits no one! Well, I kinda wished that I had gone, as these twinges were rapidly turning to cramps. I really needed to poop. The entrance of the burger joint was around 50 feet away…no big problem (or so I thought). Out the car, lock the door and off I go. But these cramps were getting stronger and worst, I felt that a huge poop was trying to push out. Go to the front door, and trying my best to keep it in, I saw the sign for the toilet and headed off there as fast as I could (probably doing a funny walk by now!).
Seeing the toilet door made me feel much better, and I guess that I kinda relaxed. But the door was locked and a post-it note attached to it told me that the toilets were all out of order. FUCK! I could feel that the slimy poop was already making its’ way out into my white panties. What could I do? Where could I go? And just to make matters worse, I felt an aching desire to pee. I tried the door handle again, pulling and pushing, but each effort bought me closer to disaster. Before I could think, I felt the hot rush of a huge poop pushing its way out. I felt the weight of it in my panties. I crouched down but then the pee started. Down my legs and into my shoes and across the floor. And as I watched its’ progress towards the end of the short corridor and seating area, I noticed it come to a pair of shoes. Yes, the handsome man. Staring down at me. No expression. Shame, guilt and humiliation washed over me and I wished the ground to open and swallow me up. But there was to be no escape as there was nowhere else to go, either here by the toilet door or out to the public restaurant area.
I remember staring at the floor, wishing myself dead, when his soft voice said that I shouldn’t worry. He came back with a coat, and wrapping it around me, saw me to my car. To my great surprise, he left his number and insisted that I call him, joking that having seen this, there would be no secrets.
And to cut a long story short, yes I found the courage and called him. And we are still dating. Later it turned out that girls pooping panties is one of his fantasies. At first I thought this perverted and sick, but after his explanation and after me losing my shyness, we now have pantie poop as part of our regular sexual life.