Has an experience triggered your desire to do it in your underwear? and what was it?

[mkblain]

Hi mkblain.
It's funny how the excitement of filling your pants takes over. The letting go and sitting down give sensations that are hard to describe. Then the guilt trip once you realise what you have done. But I still keep doing it and get great pleasure from it. No guilt trips now either. Refreshing to know others feel the same.

Hi markpants

I tried to stop the massive big log, but it felt incredible, so I stopped and let it push its way into my underwear as I peed. I had been out the back of the toilet block before and knew it was a safe place. It was still a risky thing to do but that only made it more exciting. I knew how good it felt to sit with a load in my underwear, so I sat on the chair, with my pants around my ankles. Most of the load forced its way up the front and that felt incredible, so I leaned forward. I don’t remember what bought me back to reality, but I suddenly realized what I was doing and where I was.

You are right about the feeling of guilt, but for me it was also wondering how I was going to get away with it. That came with a mix of fear and excitement, and was something I had been experimenting with for a while. The difference was the load in my underwear was huge and very spread out. When one of my friends made the first comment, I denied it was me, and that seemed to work for a while. That was until we were getting over a fence, where one of them confirmed to everyone it was me. The soccer shorts I wore at that age didn’t do anything to conceal my underwear as I climbed over. When I looked down the girl, we were with was looking directly up my pants with a look of shock, and eyes like dinner plates.

[markpants]

Hi markpants

I tried to stop the massive big log, but it felt incredible, so I stopped and let it push its way into my underwear as I peed. I had been out the back of the toilet block before and knew it was a safe place. It was still a risky thing to do but that only made it more exciting. I knew how good it felt to sit with a load in my underwear, so I sat on the chair, with my pants around my ankles. Most of the load forced its way up the front and that felt incredible, so I leaned forward. I don’t remember what bought me back to reality, but I suddenly realized what I was doing and where I was.

You are right about the feeling of guilt, but for me it was also wondering how I was going to get away with it. That came with a mix of fear and excitement, and was something I had been experimenting with for a while. The difference was the load in my underwear was huge and very spread out. When one of my friends made the first comment, I denied it was me, and that seemed to work for a while. That was until we were getting over a fence, where one of them confirmed to everyone it was me. The soccer shorts I wore at that age didn’t do anything to conceal my underwear as I climbed over. When I looked down the girl, we were with was looking directly up my pants with a look of shock, and eyes like dinner plates.

Being found out is the exciting risk I like to take but I have no wish to offend anyone. Living by the coast I have chances on windy days to fill my pants and have long walks with only the chance of the bulge being seen. I want to be seen but not, if you see what I mean. Sitting on a bench flattens it off and can cause staining of course but the excitement outweighs the risk. Walking home with that flat mess is very arousing and you can imagine the result. Stains front and back. The final excitement is a spanking for my naughtiness.

[mkblain]

Being found out is the exciting risk I like to take but I have no wish to offend anyone. Living by the coast I have chances on windy days to fill my pants and have long walks with only the chance of the bulge being seen. I want to be seen but not, if you see what I mean. Sitting on a bench flattens it off and can cause staining of course but the excitement outweighs the risk. Walking home with that flat mess is very arousing and you can imagine the result. Stains front and back. The final excitement is a spanking for my naughtiness.

It was the same for me, and still is. I knew there was a good chance of being discovered and part of me wanted to, but the other part didn’t. At 14 that was quite confusing, but exciting and my hormones often took over, especially in my mid to late teens. It didn’t take much to trigger the desire to do it, so I started to get a bit of a reputation for it. As time went on, I learned to control it, but there are still times I just want to experience the excitement.

One of them was during a bus tour of the local tourist attractions, while I was on holidays. It wasn’t something I planned, but not long after the tour started a girl sitting in front of me leaned over the seats in front of me to talk to her friends. It was still early in the morning, but her panties were already very dirty. She made no attempt to hide them, and I am fairly sure it was intentional. As she sat back down, she gave me a mischievous glance, like she was checking my reaction. That triggered my desire to do it so when we got to the next stop I did.

My plan was to enjoy it for a while, then go to the toilet, but not only was the load extremely firm, it didn’t seem to smell. That was confirmed when we got back on the bus and a lady sat beside me. My first reaction was shock, until she commented on the cologne I was wearing. The mix of feelings it gave me felt amazing and she soon made it clear she wasn’t going to leave.

[markpants]

It was the same for me, and still is. I knew there was a good chance of being discovered and part of me wanted to, but the other part didn’t. At 14 that was quite confusing, but exciting and my hormones often took over, especially in my mid to late teens. It didn’t take much to trigger the desire to do it, so I started to get a bit of a reputation for it. As time went on, I learned to control it, but there are still times I just want to experience the excitement.

One of them was during a bus tour of the local tourist attractions, while I was on holidays. It wasn’t something I planned, but not long after the tour started a girl sitting in front of me leaned over the seats in front of me to talk to her friends. It was still early in the morning, but her panties were already very dirty. She made no attempt to hide them, and I am fairly sure it was intentional. As she sat back down, she gave me a mischievous glance, like she was checking my reaction. That triggered my desire to do it so when we got to the next stop I did.

My plan was to enjoy it for a while, then go to the toilet, but not only was the load extremely firm, it didn’t seem to smell. That was confirmed when we got back on the bus and a lady sat beside me. My first reaction was shock, until she commented on the cologne I was wearing. The mix of feelings it gave me felt amazing and she soon made it clear she wasn’t going to leave.

We seem to be akin in our naughty pleasure!

[northerner]

Rereading this older post, and looking at the OP's original title, I guess it goes way back to early 50s. I may have related this experience on another post, not sure. I grew up in rural Western PA. My new neighbor slightly older friend lived about a quarter mile from me through the woods. My dad had made a small pathway through the woods to the clearing where his house was. That Summer I was probably 6 maybe or 5. I remember wearing a popular jumper for boys, light blue maybe pinstriped with suspender like straps over my shoulders, shorts bottoms of course. I likely had on a Tshirt and pull on tennies no socks. I had permission to go visit my friend so I started walking through the woods. Almost there I must have realized I really had to poop very badly. I don't remember much detail but I do remember not being able to hold it as much as I tried to keep it in. I remember feeling the sensation of realizing I had pooped my pants rather seriously. I don't think I peed in them. I was still in the woods so I got the straps off my shoulders and let the shorts down with my briefs. I grew up wearing briefs, still wear them. Thankfully not boxers as the poop would have been falling down my legs! I could see a nice load was in my briefs and it looked rather soft and wet so I stepped out of my jumper and briefs and walked back home. No doubt I had a messy butt and also residual poop on my thighs. I got to the front screen door and called to my mom. When she came to the door and saw me with only my TShirt and tennies I told her I had pooped my pants in the woods and left them there. She got me cleaned up and in fresh shorts and briefs. She walked with me and made me show her where the pants were. I saw her pick up the jumper and throw my poop filled briefs into the weeds. No doubt they're long disintegrated and biodegraded! I think maybe it was later that Summer or the next Summer I peed my pants trying to walk home to my grandmother's apartment from a local small theater. I don't remember pooping my pants on purpose until years later as a teen driver. I'd get home after school as a latchkey kid. I've related the story I think above what I did in our basement. Probably when I was about ten and riding the rural school bus home I remember being in a total panic as I had to walk up a steep path to our house after getting off the bus. One specific time I remember walking up that steep path fighting a REALLY strong urge to poop. Strong enough I was in a panic that I wouldn't make it up the hill. I think I might have walked backwards up the steepest part because if I had walked leaning forward climbing the hill I surely wouldn't have been able to keep it from coming out in my pants. I was in a total panic for some reason. I guess because of a projected fear and embarrassment of having to tell my mom I'd pooped my pants coming up the hill. I didn't but barely made it to the toilet. It was maybe that next Spring on that same bus trip home after school that a friend sitting towards the front of the bus but the seat behind me told me he really had to go to the bathroom bad and it was #2. As we talked I encouraged him to hold it and when I told him as my stop neared, that it was only another mile up the road to his house, he said it was already in his pants. I was fascinated by that time. I had to get off at my stop leaving my friend slowly pooping his pants on the bus. He was really afraid of what his mom would say when he got home. I asked him the next morning how it went and he wouldn't talk about it! Must not have been a good outcome. Strangely, it was maybe 5 or 6 years later when I got into my after school raging hormones poop play. Strange how our fetishes grow and mature!

[northerner]

markpants and mkblain, yes, the sensations are awesome. As I think I've related my sometime late night fun, sitting at this computer in my favorite ratty cut off jeans and briefs. A long time poster here, pantiespooper, I think last year told me of her fun habit of "teasing" or pushing her poop against her anus seeing how hard she can push and not let it out. Teasing causes really nice sensations because of all of the nerves in our anal tissues. I started doing that and it's awesome. I push just hard enough to feel it begin to open me up and push against my briefs. I do that for quite a while pushing just a little further each time knowing I'm making nice skid marks on my briefs. As I push a bit more out and relax, it goes back up in and that sensation is marvelous. I do that for quite a while and then begin to push more out into my pants. After maybe a small tangerine sized ball is there I get up and go into the bathroom and stand there pushing some more with my hand over the small growing bulge in my seat of my pants. I might try and push the rest out standing which is difficult as it's often rather firm. Or I might squat leaning back on the edge of the tub with my hands holding me up as I push the rest into my pants. By that time the sensations are more awesome from all of the endorphins released by the poop coming out into my pants. I'll stand up and feel the nice bulge in my pants and then let my cutoffs down first and then over the toilet slowly dump the deed into the toilet and wipe myself clean. Those sensations are totally awesome, I agree. Glad all of you are contributing your fascinating stories here, too.

[frezzo44095]

All I can say is that my morning diaper is wet and veerrry messy, just a huge loaded diaper that is so warm and squishy sitting here. No better way to start the day.