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I have to share this story because it was something I had fantasized about and finally did (a true story), but not quite as fantasical as it should have been.
I don't live very far from work and one evening, leaving work, instead of stopping off at the bathroom (I felt the incredible urge to go), I decided to get in the car and just go home.
On the way through the many lights I have to stop through, "what if I just go in my pants?" While I was driving, I pushed through my bottom and felt there was something building up, but not quite there in my pants. When I hit the major intersection closest to home, I really pushed hard and the hershey squirt in my pants became a full-blown load. I felt embarassed (even though nobody could see me in my own car) and wondered how I could get out of my car when I got home with a pant-load.
Not only that, I wondered how I'd get by my wife and daughter (thankfully daughter was out with boyfriend) when I got home. Wifey, of course opens up the door for me and I rush by saying, "I have to run to the bathroom." Of course, I've done this before, but usually when my teeth were floating.
Dashing into the room, I quickly stripped to my soiled undies and ran into the bathroom. Pulling down my underwear, I realized how huge a load it really was. It felt great pushing it into my pants, but because I sat in it, it spread around and thankfully not out the pantlegs of my undies. I dumped out the load in the toilet and looked at the nasty particulates still clinging to the wide area on my underpants.
I was tempted to throw them away, but turned on the shower and cleaned them off instead. After rinsing the underwear, I jumped in the shower to clean myself off. That's when wifey got a bit intrigued... "Something wrong?" she asked. "No, just had a little accident." I replied.
That's the only thing I could come up with... "had a little accident". Problem is, it was a big load and on purpose. How do you tell your significant other something like that?
The main point of my post is this, something I fantasized about (without all the bells and whistles) actually happened. I slowly (up until one light where I let it all go) pooped my pants on the way home from work. It felt so awesome and nobody in traffic was the wiser. In fact, I used traffic as the motivation... if the person was slow, I took my time pushing, if they made me angry, I pushed a bit harder, it was inexplicable.
The main point of concern was getting out of the car and wondering if the neighbors outside could see a load in my pants. Nobody outside when I got home, however, as I was walking up to my porch, a car started to drive by and made me feel uncomfortable.
That's when I opened up the door and bolted by wifey. I can't really say this was an "accident" as I had saved up two days worth of bowel movements --but the body really does its best to make you want to get rid of it.
However, it was one of the biggest loads I ever had and I had even pooped *more* after I took off my pants. (Sitting down and filling one's pants is not an easy task, but if you remove that resistance, you'd be surprised how much more you can do.) There was at least four pounds in my pants. (I know, because I weighed myself before and after on the bathroom scale.)
Wifey still doesn't know what I did, although showering when I got home piqued her curiosity. The "I didn't feel well" and "hoped shower would help" seemed to skirt me by an interrogation.
I have to say though, I'm not sure if you could call it something one did in public (since I was wrapped in my car), but pooping my pants outside of the normal comfort zone was extremely erotic. As I stopped at the remaining lights, seeing others waiting for the bus or walking along I thought to myself, "they don't know I pooped my pants". I did something so decisively naughty!
- SaggyPants
I don't live very far from work and one evening, leaving work, instead of stopping off at the bathroom (I felt the incredible urge to go), I decided to get in the car and just go home.
On the way through the many lights I have to stop through, "what if I just go in my pants?" While I was driving, I pushed through my bottom and felt there was something building up, but not quite there in my pants. When I hit the major intersection closest to home, I really pushed hard and the hershey squirt in my pants became a full-blown load. I felt embarassed (even though nobody could see me in my own car) and wondered how I could get out of my car when I got home with a pant-load.
Not only that, I wondered how I'd get by my wife and daughter (thankfully daughter was out with boyfriend) when I got home. Wifey, of course opens up the door for me and I rush by saying, "I have to run to the bathroom." Of course, I've done this before, but usually when my teeth were floating.
Dashing into the room, I quickly stripped to my soiled undies and ran into the bathroom. Pulling down my underwear, I realized how huge a load it really was. It felt great pushing it into my pants, but because I sat in it, it spread around and thankfully not out the pantlegs of my undies. I dumped out the load in the toilet and looked at the nasty particulates still clinging to the wide area on my underpants.
I was tempted to throw them away, but turned on the shower and cleaned them off instead. After rinsing the underwear, I jumped in the shower to clean myself off. That's when wifey got a bit intrigued... "Something wrong?" she asked. "No, just had a little accident." I replied.
That's the only thing I could come up with... "had a little accident". Problem is, it was a big load and on purpose. How do you tell your significant other something like that?
The main point of my post is this, something I fantasized about (without all the bells and whistles) actually happened. I slowly (up until one light where I let it all go) pooped my pants on the way home from work. It felt so awesome and nobody in traffic was the wiser. In fact, I used traffic as the motivation... if the person was slow, I took my time pushing, if they made me angry, I pushed a bit harder, it was inexplicable.
The main point of concern was getting out of the car and wondering if the neighbors outside could see a load in my pants. Nobody outside when I got home, however, as I was walking up to my porch, a car started to drive by and made me feel uncomfortable.
That's when I opened up the door and bolted by wifey. I can't really say this was an "accident" as I had saved up two days worth of bowel movements --but the body really does its best to make you want to get rid of it.
However, it was one of the biggest loads I ever had and I had even pooped *more* after I took off my pants. (Sitting down and filling one's pants is not an easy task, but if you remove that resistance, you'd be surprised how much more you can do.) There was at least four pounds in my pants. (I know, because I weighed myself before and after on the bathroom scale.)
Wifey still doesn't know what I did, although showering when I got home piqued her curiosity. The "I didn't feel well" and "hoped shower would help" seemed to skirt me by an interrogation.
I have to say though, I'm not sure if you could call it something one did in public (since I was wrapped in my car), but pooping my pants outside of the normal comfort zone was extremely erotic. As I stopped at the remaining lights, seeing others waiting for the bus or walking along I thought to myself, "they don't know I pooped my pants". I did something so decisively naughty!
- SaggyPants
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