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A recent pants pooping (male)
Hi, I'm a 29 year old guy and had a recent experience that I'd like to share.
I had been planning a pants poop for one particular day as I knew that I'd have the house to myself for the night and the next day, so I ate certain foods, took some anti-diahorrea pills and managed to hold my load for a couple of days prior to the Friday night that I intended to do the deed. So off to work I went, gut full and an 8 hour shift at the pub to get through.
Only my shift lasted longer than I anticipated, and it was proving difficult to hold my load back as it was. Unable to get out of working an extra couple of hours, I had to grit my teeth and carry on regardless. Pungeant farts would hiss into my briefs and work trousers every so often, and at one point I was touching cloth and I had to strain to keep the log from bursting into my pants there and then, behind the bar. It was torture, I didn't think that I would be so desparate but this was proving to be a monster load and I was having a hard time holding it back. Occasionally my co-workers would detect an eggy odour in the air but it ended up being blamed on customers!
Eventually my shift ended and I dashed into the staffroom to grab my coat. Which is when a sharp cramp in my gut stopped me in my tracks. I fumbled with my jacket and as I zipped it up, my load burst out into my pants. I simply couldn't hold it back. A fat log surged out into my trousers, piling up in my briefs and pushing down to my balls. The trousers were slightly snug in the seat so it slightly compressed the load, making it squash as it bulged out. Even as I was in the process of shitting myself, I panicked and waddled out to the back door of the pub in case any of my fellow staff caught me in my predicament, and managed to slip out without being seen. Once outside in the dark (it was after 11pm by this time), I decided to finish what I had started and pushed the rest of my turds out into my pants. Luckily I was wearing a belt as I could feel the weight of the shitload tugging at the waistband of my trousers. The last of the shitload was a bit softer and I could feel it squishing around the harder shit, this time upwards towards my crack. Once finished, I faced the choice of dumping the shit in nearby bushes and trying to clean up in the pub toilets, then hopefully catching the last bus home, or just walking home with my pants full. Annoyed at the thought of wasting a massive shitload like that, I chose the latter option and spent an hour walking home, late at night in the dark no-one noticed the sagging bulge in my black trousers. It felt quite horny to be strolling home like that, pants full of shit and no-one the wiser.
Once I finally arrived home I spent the rest of the night sitting in the load enjoying a nice long wank, then went to bed with my pants still full.
It was quite a thrill losing control like that in my workplace but I wouldn't like to risk getting caught like that again!
I had been planning a pants poop for one particular day as I knew that I'd have the house to myself for the night and the next day, so I ate certain foods, took some anti-diahorrea pills and managed to hold my load for a couple of days prior to the Friday night that I intended to do the deed. So off to work I went, gut full and an 8 hour shift at the pub to get through.
Only my shift lasted longer than I anticipated, and it was proving difficult to hold my load back as it was. Unable to get out of working an extra couple of hours, I had to grit my teeth and carry on regardless. Pungeant farts would hiss into my briefs and work trousers every so often, and at one point I was touching cloth and I had to strain to keep the log from bursting into my pants there and then, behind the bar. It was torture, I didn't think that I would be so desparate but this was proving to be a monster load and I was having a hard time holding it back. Occasionally my co-workers would detect an eggy odour in the air but it ended up being blamed on customers!
Eventually my shift ended and I dashed into the staffroom to grab my coat. Which is when a sharp cramp in my gut stopped me in my tracks. I fumbled with my jacket and as I zipped it up, my load burst out into my pants. I simply couldn't hold it back. A fat log surged out into my trousers, piling up in my briefs and pushing down to my balls. The trousers were slightly snug in the seat so it slightly compressed the load, making it squash as it bulged out. Even as I was in the process of shitting myself, I panicked and waddled out to the back door of the pub in case any of my fellow staff caught me in my predicament, and managed to slip out without being seen. Once outside in the dark (it was after 11pm by this time), I decided to finish what I had started and pushed the rest of my turds out into my pants. Luckily I was wearing a belt as I could feel the weight of the shitload tugging at the waistband of my trousers. The last of the shitload was a bit softer and I could feel it squishing around the harder shit, this time upwards towards my crack. Once finished, I faced the choice of dumping the shit in nearby bushes and trying to clean up in the pub toilets, then hopefully catching the last bus home, or just walking home with my pants full. Annoyed at the thought of wasting a massive shitload like that, I chose the latter option and spent an hour walking home, late at night in the dark no-one noticed the sagging bulge in my black trousers. It felt quite horny to be strolling home like that, pants full of shit and no-one the wiser.
Once I finally arrived home I spent the rest of the night sitting in the load enjoying a nice long wank, then went to bed with my pants still full.
It was quite a thrill losing control like that in my workplace but I wouldn't like to risk getting caught like that again!
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