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
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.