Sometimes less is more

[Brenda]

I’ve been a panty/diaper pooper for nearly 17 years and I’ve always thought I was alone in my fetish. No body knows about my fetish and sometimes I have to purge my diapers, plastic panties and un orthodox maxi pads. I don’t have one set routine, but this describes one of them. I once tried to quit for two years, but found myself unable to stop once I lived alone again.


My favorite place to panty poop is the library. I have found that you can turn a panty pooping adventure into a 3-4 hour event. My day starts out pretty normal if I chose to do it there, but the first order of business is deciding what kind of BM I want to have in my panties. I have a preference for liquid or semi solids. If I chose to have a liquid I will use an enema or magnesium citrate. If I use this method I will do a slight BM purge before I leave the house just to “ease the tension.” If I chose to have semi solid I will usually take a laxative or eat something I know that makes me poop like bran. I also like to do a slight test so to speak with semi solids just to make sure I know what I’m getting. (Sometimes I have to prep hours sooner in doing this.)

I then get dressed for the event. My personal preference for panty pooping is blue jeans that are tight, but sort of loose with satin panties. I don’t like to wear just the panties bare so I will use I will wear a thick and long maxi pad slid further back in the seat. I will wear a modest top that drapes half way over my bottom. I then drive to the library. The drive over is the most never racking part usually because I’m so excited.

I’m a little different in the regards that when I go the library, I like to milk it for all it’s worth. When I enter the library I will make my way to the bathroom and just check in the mirror how every thing looks. I like it when you can sort of see the slight bulge of the maxi in my sort of tight jeans. I then make my way to the periodicals and just casually make my selections. I don’t try for a huge BM all at once, because that’s never been my style at this venue. I usually do a very light touch and go method with the BM as if I was having a heavy period.

I will usually walk around for while with my reading materials just giving a tiny push here and there. When I feel the maxi is getting heavy with absorbed wetness I usually go find a seat, but sometimes I go the bathroom and check myself out in the mirror. Normally I just find a nice place to sit and read, but before I sit I like to discretely pull my jeans up until the wet maxi hits my buttocks.

I have found that gently rocking with the wet maxi on my paraneial area just makes me want to explode. I will often discretely check the seat of my pants for any wetness. Sometimes there’s a little, but nothing too obvious if I got up. Sometimes I will get up and walk around a little more, but not really trying for a BM. I will usually go to the bathroom and check myself out in the mirror.

If I don’t see any wetness I make my way back out to have some more fun. I will wander around some more doing a little and push out just a little more. Sometimes even the best maxis can only do so much and I can feel it just a touch of wetness on my jeans. My hands will discretely race to to confirm. I make my way to the bathroom again and gently begin the clean up for round two. I usually carry an assortment of wipes; zip lock bags and extra protection. If it was just a very light spill over I will just clean up and replace the pad, but sometimes I like to ditch the pad. If I choose to ditch the pad I will clean up my panties pull them up and just let just a very small touch out. It leaves that little bit of doubt with people that I’ve ever pooped myself or maybe I’m just having a heavy period.

[turdwrangler]

: Love what you wrote...thx.

[spandexman]

Thanks for sharing.

Thanks for sharing. Would love to see you poop in your jeans. There used to be a Brenda about ten years ago that pooped in her diapers, is that you?

[Brenda]

I feel that I need to share some more stories.


I was about 27 and had been panty/diaper pooping in jeans for a while when I decided to mix things up a bit. I’m sure anyone who was a teenager in the early 90’s knows what the rage was for clothing; at my campus it was Guess jean overalls. So I set out to find some and while today’s music fails to deliver, eBay did deliver. I found a nice gently used pair and bought them.

I was so excited the day they came that I did not even bother giving them the safety wash before trying them on. They fit my curves so nicely, but my work was not done. I had always wanted to buy some plastic panties and I bought a few pairs off eBay. I remember trying a pair under tight jeans and just loving the build up of moisture inside them.

I still needed to buy some pads for the plastic panties and I decided to go with some Poise. This time it was going to be a little different I was going to step out of my normal zones in which I like to do panty pooping. I put on my black full cut plastic panties with a standard maxi and put on my overalls. I still remember adjusting the straps to decide how tight I wanted the pants to look. I decided to leave them somewhat loose, but sort of tight.

My new zone in which I was going to panty poop was going to be at my work. It was casual clothing day and I packed my bag of needed supplies, which included a Poise pad and some magnesium citrate. The workday was normal and I made no attempts to have a BM, but wow was I sweating up a storm in those plastic panties. There were a few times I thought I could hear the plastic panties rustling, but I did not care.

I went to lunch at a place I knew that would give me diarrhea, the good ole Taco Bell. I had two bean burritos with extra hot sauce and a large soda. I returned to work and for rest of the time until my 15-minute break I was on edge if the burritos would stimulate something. My 15 minute break came and it was time to go with plan B, which was a little bit of magnesium citrate to speed up the process. I drank the awful stuff down and made my way to the bathroom to freshen up.

The maxi I had started out with was somewhat soaked with sweat, so I switched over to the bigger Poise pad. I placed it further back in the plastic panty to catch the BM. I sprinkled a little baby powder in the seat of my overalls and on my legs and went back to work. I had about two hours left on my shift. I was not even back more than a half an hour when the urge to have a BM came on strong. I decided to go back to the bathroom and purge some of this excess, but it was too late.

As I got up at my cubicle the pain in my stomach was too severe and I was locked up. I’m starting to sweat and I decide to let a little bit go to provide some relief. I can feel my BM splash off the front of pad and onto the plastic panties and the pain is gone. I’m directly feeling the seat of my overalls for any wetness, but can’t find any. As I start moving around I can feel the weight of the pad. I then muster up the courage to walk over to the bathroom. I checked myself in the mirror and not one drop of wetness has seeped through. I make my way to the bathroom stall and undo the straps over my overalls for a closer inspection. My plastic panties were full all right and I’m thinking this was a stupid idea.

I pull up my overalls and a readjust the straps so they’re pulling up on the pants part a lot tighter. As I make my way out of the bathroom another female co-worker compliments me on my overalls. I say thanks and try to avoid them from catching a look at the back. I now have a problem, because I don’t think I want to sit down at my cubicle. I go back to my cubicle and ever so gently sit down in my BM. I can feel the majority of it slide through against my labia and some sliding up my back.

I keep plugging away, while at the same time checking myself for wetness with my hands. I know that my backside has a slight problem because some of the BM has breached the elastics on the plastic panties in my seat area. It’s time for me to go and I get up and put my coat on. I feel fortunate that it covers my butt. I’m starting to walk to my car now and the sensations of a BM in plastic panties have got me ready to explode.

I’m in such heaven that I decided to go make a quick run to the grocery store, but before I go shopping I need to see what I’m working with in the bathroom mirror. I go to the bathroom and take off my coat and I have two witness outline marks where the plastic panties were. The marks are small and are deep in the seat of my bottom. However, they’re really noticeable to even the most casual observer. I also have a very small mark at the belt line, but it’s not very noticeable. I decide to go shopping with my coat sitting in the cart and have some fun.

I remember stepping out of the car that night only to have my neighbor chat me up for twenty minutes. I was not wearing my coat and I wonder if he noticed. I remember going up the elevator alone and just letting loose. I could feel it escape the plastic panties. I made my way down the hall on my floor and I ran into another neighbor, I remember thinking as we passed each other please don’t look back, but she didn’t.

[Brenda]

Thanks for sharing. Would love to see you poop in your jeans. There used to be a Brenda about ten years ago that pooped in her diapers, is that you?

That's not me

[Brenda]

I know there’s a lot of other people who won’t do this, but sometimes I like to purposely forgo the maxi pad during that time of the month. I remember one time I was at Costco wearing my light blue 501’s. This was a very heavy flow day. I started out that trip wearing a maxi in my satin underwear, but after visiting the restroom I decided to say forget it and I removed it.

I made my way back out to shop and I remember feeling just a touch of wetness. I had been shopping for about an hour and decided to checkout my progress. I found a mirror on display and discreetly checked my backside. I was a little disappointed; there was not much, but maybe the width of a thumb for a stain.

I finished my shopping trip, but figured I would give one more place a shop to see if I could expand on what I have already done. I went to Home Depot just for a casual shop, I was buying anything really I was just going to push my cart around and see if any guys would notice my accident.

I did find one employee who was a lot older than me chatting me up as I looked at the houseplants. I did notice that he kept wanting to walk behind me. I’m sure he just wanted to see my accident, so I would kindly gently move my legs as we talked and he stocked the plants. This was more so for me as the wetness of the panties on my labia makes me want to explode. I did give me a little bit of a show when I bent down slightly in from of him to look at a plant.

I got home and found that my little thumb sized stain was now a small cone. I went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel so I could crawl up on my bed for a good vibe session. I’ve never came so hard before. I washed the jeans later that night and much to my dismay you can still see an outline of the stain. I could care less about the panties, because every time I see the stain I’m taken back to that day.

[spandexman]

Thanks again

Brenda you are an inspiration. Thank you for sharing.

[JaneCarole Fan]

Brenda you are an inspiration. Thank you for sharing.

Certainly not Brenda Ingersol/Mary Lou Lewis, et.al. That Brenda never, NEVER wore pants, as she was obsessed with hiding (or not hiding) her "secret." I still have most of the stories that she posted on the old boards.

That said, WELCOME to our "new" Brenda!! Please post more of your experiences - and if some scumbucket accuses you of not being a woman, ignore them. They have no life, or any sense.

Again, WELCOME!!

[Brenda]

I must share the evolution of my panty/diaper pooping.


I started out pretty normal in the fact that I would just do it at home. For the longest time it was pad, panty, poop, and jeans. I would walk around my place after having a BM and just enjoy the feeling and the seeing of the accident. I had been doing this for a long while, when it just fell out of favor with me. I was not getting the same excitement from it. It was not until I saw another female in public wearing a bulky diaper under jeans that idea came to me to try out diapers.

So I bought some diapers at small drug store that were plastic backed. Does anyone remember when you could commonly find plastic backed high quality adult diapers at the local drug store? It seems like they’ve become impossible to find in the last eight years. I don’t remember the name of the diapers, but they were awesome. I fell back into the same routine of just using them in the privacy of my own home, while I was excited about the extra bulk the excitement did not last.

So a few months go by and I’m at the store wearing my favorite faded black CK jeans and the urge to have a BM hits. I don’t know why, but I decided to let a little out on to my bikini cut satin panties. It was a semi solid and was fantastic. The excitement was rekindled.

I continued my shop that day and got home to find a very small stain on my backside. The thought that someone might have seen it excited me. The next time I went out I decided to wear the diapers and speed up the process with an enema. I remember having a huge BM in these diapers while I was out shopping and surprisingly I had no leakage. For the longest time I stuck with black jeans to sort of camo any leakage if I was doing it in public. It was at this time that I started really paying attention on how jeans fit and looked with the intentions of wearing them with diapers.

I would now start shopping for jeans wearing a diaper. I’m not about destroying a company’s product so there were no BM/wettings while trying on clothes. The diaper was just there to see what the jeans would look like when worn. I once tried on a pair of leather pants with a diaper, but did not buy them. I was not too sure if I was brave enough to spend $800 on pants just for this purpose, but wow my ass looked great diapered in them.

I eventually moved on from the safety of black jeans to regular blue jeans. I guess it was the exhibitionist in me that wanted to get caught. I would still wear my heavy-duty diapers under jeans. I always liked that if someone were really looking they would be able to tell I was wearing a diaper. I started becoming unsatisfied with heavy duty diapers and sometimes I would take a knife to the seat of them just to get a little bit of public leakage.

It was at this time that I started experimenting with other protection products like huge overnight maxis, poise pads, those belted huge pads, other diapers etc.
I must also mention that I rarely do pissings/wetting. I don’t find I like the viscosity of the medium LOL. I still prefer semi solid or liquid BMs or menstrual blood.

I’ve mostly stuck to jeans in my panty/diaper pooping experience. I have tried using slacks for some of my period play experiences, but have found it’s better not to. (It gets too expensive at the dry clean, plus the funny looks at the dry clean.) I also have tried those flavor saver style work out pants. I call them flavor savers I’m not sure what the real name for them is. I prefer to have light BM’s in those in just plain panties.

I still have a few other types of clothing that I would like to try like jeans with no back pockets and jean shorts. I have seen some sexy satin style pants that I would also like to try. I guess if the economy was not so shitty, I could be pooping away.

There has also been a few times where I have purged all my plastic panties, jeans, pads and diapers. Yes, I do buy certain types of jeans for playtime only. I prefer high waist jeans to anything else. I’m not sure why I purge. I think there are times I feel that I’m over the whole thing. It never lasts because I’m usually out buying again with in a month or two.

The longest I’ve stopped was two years because I was living with a roommate who was always home. The most times I’ve done it in a week is about six. I remember doing it three times in one day, but the diaper rash put me out the game for a while on that one.

I kind of wish there was not something so taboo about it, but I guess that’s what keeps it interesting. I will say that is very disappointed how pooping/wetting is lumped together with extreme stuff if you’re looking around the web. I will give this site credit for separating out the message boards accordingly for people’s interests.

[Brenda]

The business trip experience.

I was once on a business trip alone and the urge hit me hard. I needed a fix, but was not prepared for panty/diaper pooping on this trip. I had nothing but slacks and skirts. The urge did not hit until I had some Chinese food for lunch. I could feel my stomach grumbling and I knew it was going to be diarrhea. I went to the bathroom at a Barnes and Noble and relieved myself. The urge to panty/diaper poop was still strongly in my mind.

I sat down with my coffee and the urge to have a BM kicked in again. I knew I had to answer the call, but not in my slacks. I’m thinking of all the places I can get jeans and diapers. I’m web browsing on my phone like a jackrabbit. I find a CVS and a Salvation Army thrift store near by. I make my way back to the bathroom to put a maxi in my panties. I kept thinking I’ll just have a tiny BM on to the maxi at the thrift store and I will have no bleed through. I’m wearing boring control top panties.

I’m not sure why I wanted to buy used jeans. It just seemed so taboo not being able to wash them first. So I’m in the Salvation Army looking at the jeans and I decide to let a little BM on my maxi. It was an oh know moment. I let just a touch too much out and I could feel it soak through my panties and slacks. I kept telling myself I would not do it in my slacks, yeah right.

My slacks were light brown so I did not have much of a worry. I found some nice light blue jeans in my size and made my way to the front counter. I was starting to sweat because I knew the accident stain was bigger than I usually like. I pay for my jeans and leave.

I went back to my car and started running my hands over my bottom to see how big my accident was. It was about the width and length of two fingers on my panty line and joined up like a v and the bottom. I found a newspaper and placed it on the seat and sat down.

The BM was mostly just water. I did not feel anything squish except the maxi. I’m shaking now with excitement. I drive over to CVS for some diapers. I get out my car and walk into CVS, I don’t head directly to the diapers, instead I go to the bathroom and check myself out in the mirror.

I now have a visual of what the accident looks like and it’s not as bad I expected. I go into the bathroom stall to clean up and change my maxi. I’m not sure why I’m even doing this. I pull down my panties and find a slight BM on the pad and just an overflowing of wetness. I change the pad and make my way out of the stall.

I’m now checking myself in the mirror. With the pad that far back in the tight slacks you can see the outline of the pad. The accident stain is still there, but I don’t care. I make my way out to the floor to shop. I’m innocently looking at the maxi pads first, before moving over to the diapers.

I’m looking at the diapers and decide to drop a nice BM in my panties. It’s huge and not as watery as the first. I’m now gently rocking back and forth, but there a problem some has escaped the panties. I pull my slacks up a little tighter and make a diaper hasty selection.

I can feel the BM bleeding through the center of my panties as I make way to the front. I go up front, which is luckily staffed by a much older woman. She asks if I’m all right. I’m sweating because I’m nervous. I lean forward and tell her I’ve had a bit of an accident. She’s says well these things happen, and if the body was a car you would not buy it.

My strategically placed pad had deflected my BM further down into the panties. I can feel the wetness where it has seeped through in the back and near my vaginal area. I pay and make a quick exit, but for some reason in the parking lot I’m just walking slow and casual like it’s no big deal.

(This story has two parts stay tuned)

[spandexman]

Thanks again

Brenda, you seem to be on a roll.

[spinsugar]

I'm loving these stories, please continue!

[Brenda]

So after making my get away from CVS I went back to my hotel room. It was getting dark so no one saw me. I spent the next hour cleaning up in the shower. There’s nothing like trying to do laundry first in the shower. After I got cleaned up, I went back out to my car to grab my diapers and the jeans I had just bought. I went back up stairs to try them on. The jeans fit amazing considering that the Salvation Army does not let you try anything on.

I got dressed in my new jeans and diapers and went to a dive bar. I called a cab since I planned I drinking a lot that night. I did not have any more BMs so I decided that I would just piss in my diaper all night. I figured since it as going to be closer quarters not point in funking the place up with a BM. I drank heavily and flirted all night. The nice thing about being diapered at a bar is you don’t have to get up and lose your seat.

I remember as it got time to leave I went to check my progress in the mirror. My diaper was sagging heavily and I had a wet imprint around the edges. I called a cab and the driver was just being a total jerk. I started feeling really passive aggressive and it didn’t want to be seen as a bitch when I paid and tipped. It should be noted my employer reimbursed me for any transportation costs. I decided to get even with this jerk. He had that I’m a gangster thug look, which just screamed that he needed some attention.

The alcohol has made my bladder ready to explode and we’re a few minutes away from the hotel. I’m starting to smile and giggle like a schoolgirl, he’s still mean mugging in the rear view. What he does not know is that I’ve unleashed a flood of biblical proportions in my diapers.

The cab fare was about $18 and change and I hand him a $20 and bail out of the cab. I can see as I close the door a huge wet spot on the plastic seat. I’m laughing uncontrollably as I’m walking away. This business trip went down as the most memorable. I wonder how long that asshole cabby spent cleaning that seat or if he even bothered. I’m sure the next fare would have seen the huge wet spot. it was at this time that I confirmed that panty wetting was really not my thing.