Fun Morning

[Maria]

Sometimes, if I wake up early, I like to do my grocery shopping first thing in the morning when the stores are not crowded.

I was wearing a blue sweatshirt and black stretch pants over ordinary white nylon full-briefs when I went to the store this morning. As I was doing my shopping, I became aware of a need to poop, as I had left the house so early that I had not yet done my morning business.

It was just about "pushing fabric" as I waited in line. I figured I would use the bathroom on the way out. I didn't really want to go in my pants because I had to go to work soon and didn't have a huge amount of time for clean-up.

But as I left the check out line with bag in hand, I suddenly realized: Silly girl, you are in Albertson's, not Smith's Food King! At Smith's the bathrooms are up front but at Albertson's they are in the back of the store.

What to do? I supposed I could drive home, albeit in somewhat of discomfort and desperation. But I looked all around at the parking lot. Just a few cars, probably belonging to those who worked there. And a Handi-Van that supplies free transport for senior citizens, who also have a habit of shopping early. There were in fact a few seniors walking back to the van with their groceries, but they were quite elderly and I suspect that most of them have had their pants full more often than they would like to admit.

So I just stood there in front of the store and dropped a big fat steaming pile in my white panties. It felt good!

Then I walked across the parking lot with a full load bulging in my pants. I don't know if any of the old folks saw me -- maybe if they were wearing their glasses.

I reached my car. Then comes the exciting moment of sitting down with a full load in your underwear and making it go squish! Got to love that "soft explosion."

I had a fun drive home, but admit that I was a little bit late for work.

[Narada]

Oh, Maria.

Why'd you ever even bother trying to fight the urge? You probably knew that you were gonna poop your pants all along.

[Mr Nice Guy]

Thanks Maria, always a pleasure to read from you !
You truly have the gift to turn an ordinary situation into a thrilling experience !
How strange am I to wish I were standing there close enough so the wind could have pushed your wild perfume into my nostrils - I would have loved to see your face had you realized a man nearby understood what naughty thing you just had been up to...

[Curious]

Always good to read of Maria's adventures. I had a similar accident last year when I completely filled my white briefs when shopping. I first felt the urge while I was waiting in a queue at the Savings Bank and the pressure steadily built up until I thought that I would have to leave before reaching the cashier. However, although I was almost "touching cotton" I managed to hold on and managed to complete what I had to do at the counter. I then set off at a steady pace towards the public loos, walking carefully lest I lost it. To my horror, when I got there they were locked with a notice to say it was "due to vandalism".
However I was not dismayed, because there was a supermarket not far away with a public toilet, so, clenching the cheeks of my arse, I set off towards the supermarket, then, just as I was about to enter I met an old friend of my wife's who is now confined to a mobility scooter because of arthritis. She stopped me and wanted to know the ins and outs of everything in our family and meanwhile I was writhing in discomfort as the pressure grew. By the time I had managed to get away from the old dear I was beginning to do it in my pants and by the time I reached the toilet it was too late. I suddenly exploded in my pants, causing an almighty bulge in my trousers that must have been obvious to any passer-by. I waddled into the toiled and shut the door, then dropped my trousers and stood over the bowl before dropping my pants. I managed to drop most of the load into the toilet bowl, but my pants were badly stained. I cleaned up as best I could and made my way home, but once on the local bus I sat down and felt the mess spread over the seat of my Y fronts. I made straight for the shower on arrival and rinsed out my pants before putting them in the washing machine, but they retained a large stain in the seat as a memo of my misadventure.

[Maria]

Hi, curious, I liked it when you said that the bulge in your trousers must have been visible to any passer by.

Don't know if anyone noticed me on the adventure just described, but there have been some occasions when it was perfectly obvious to anyone in the shopping mall or wherever that I had a big fat pile in my underwear.

I know that "ordinary" observers are disgusted rather than sexually aroused, but evey time it happens that I am seen in public with my pants visibly full, I get so horny I can barely stand it.

[JaneCarole Fan]

Hi, curious, I liked it when you said that the bulge in your trousers must have been visible to any passer by.

Don't know if anyone noticed me on the adventure just described, but there have been some occasions when it was perfectly obvious to anyone in the shopping mall or wherever that I had a big fat pile in my underwear.

I know that "ordinary" observers are disgusted rather than sexually aroused, but evey time it happens that I am seen in public with my pants visibly full, I get so horny I can barely stand it.

If I ever saw you with loaded pants, I'd be so horny I'd have to kill myself to keep from jumping all over you...

[spandexman]

Circus Tent

Hi, curious, I liked it when you said that the bulge in your trousers must have been visible to any passer by.

Don't know if anyone noticed me on the adventure just described, but there have been some occasions when it was perfectly obvious to anyone in the shopping mall or wherever that I had a big fat pile in my underwear.

I know that "ordinary" observers are disgusted rather than sexually aroused, but evey time it happens that I am seen in public with my pants visibly full, I get so horny I can barely stand it.

I would look like a walking circus tent if I saw you with or without a load in your pants.