I was a bad girl yesterday

[Mrs. Yam]

Monday morning I felt a massive poo coming on. So what did I do? Nothing.

I resolved to wait as long as possible before letting go. I got dressed and went to my office. I spent the morning doing some paperwork and making phone calls. All the while the feeling in my butt kept getting stronger.

I left the office to do some shopping at the local warehouse club. This proved to be a challenge, especially when lifting the large bag of dog food from the shelf into the cart. But I held on, knowing that sooner or later I would have to give in.

I made it home successfully, and was able to unload the groceries even though it was starting to be a struggle. I knew if I stayed home I would give in to temptation and let it loose, so I decided to go back into town for a dangerous stroll.

I stopped at a small shopping mall and visited the coffee shop. Fortified by a large cappuccino I began to browse the shops. It didn't take long before the coffee started to make its effects felt, and the pressure in my bowels became more insistent.

I was not sure exactly what I was going to do, but I had to get moving, and quickly. Wouldn't you know that just as I exited one store to make my way back to the coffee shop I ran into an acquaintance. Exchanging pleasantries was not very pleasant. My bowels were starting to churn and I could feel the poop inside me beginning to push against the gate.

Whatever happened, I could not shit myself in front of Gloria. I said I had an appointment (kind of true) and we said our goodbyes. The pressure was insistent, and I knew I only had a matter of moments. I had to get back to the coffee shop bathroom, and quickly.

But my bowels had another idea. Their relief would not wait. I tried to clench my sphincter as I power walked back to the coffee shop. I counted off the blocks to go, three, then two, then...

I couldn't last. The first poo stated sliding into my panties. I hurried to the safety of my car trying to hold it back. But by the time I reached the car I could wait no longer. I stood next to my car door, looking nervously around, pretending to look through my purse, while I pooped myself.

After I finished filling my pants, I felt ridiculous for doing this again. I spread the car blanket on the seat, moving carefully to not disturb the load down below.

Which happened the instant I sat down. By the time I arrived home, the car stank and I was a shitty mess.

[spandexman]

Thanks for the confession

I would happily help clean you up.

[Adrian6970]

Thanks for sharing that. I enjoyed it. But for the Atlantic I'd happily have helped you out too!

[Today]

Retold by a pantie lover.

May I slightly modify this nice story for all the pantie lovers in the community.

I was a bad girl yesterday
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Monday morning I felt a massive poo coming on. So what did I do? Nothing. I so wanted to go to the bathroom in my panties.

I resolved to wait as long as possible before letting go in my panties. I got dressed and went to my office. I had on my white full cut nylon panties that I know would hold anything that happened to come out. I spent the morning doing some paperwork and making phone calls. All the while the feeling in my butt kept getting stronger. By noon I knew there was a brown smudge in those nylon panties.

I left the office to do some shopping at the local warehouse club. This proved to be a challenge, especially when lifting the large bag of dog food from the shelf into the cart. My poo so wanted to push my panties out. But I held on, knowing that sooner or later I would have to give in.

I made it home successfully, and was able to unload the groceries even though it was starting to be a struggle. I knew if I stayed home I would give in to temptation and let it loose in my panties, so I decided to go back into town for a dangerous stroll.

I stopped at a small shopping mall and visited the coffee shop. Fortified by a large cappuccino I began to browse the shops. It didn't take long before the coffee started to make its effects felt, and the pressure in my bowels became more insistent. My panties were starting to get wet. I knew my white nylon panties were already yellow.

I was not sure exactly what I was going to do, but I had to get moving, and quickly. Wouldn't you know that just as I exited one store to make my way back to the coffee shop I ran into an acquaintance. Exchanging pleasantries was not very pleasant. My bowels were starting to churn and I could feel the poop inside me beginning to push against the gate and those panties wanted to be filled.

Whatever happened, I could not poop myself in front of Gloria. I said I had an appointment (kind of true) and we said our goodbyes. (I always had a hunch that Gloria liked to fill her panties too.) The pressure was insistent, and I knew I only had a matter of moments before the poop would push into my white nylon waiting panties. I had to get back to the coffee shop bathroom, and quickly.

But my bowels had another idea. Their relief would not wait. I tried to clench my sphincter as I power walked back to the coffee shop. I counted off the blocks to go, three, then two, then...

I couldn't last. The first poo stated sliding into my panties. I hurried to the safety of my car trying to hold it back. But by the time I reached the car I could wait no longer. I stood next to my car door, looking nervously around, pretending to look through my purse, while I went to the bathroom in my panties. My pee was making a puddle on the ground as it fell inside my skirt. Luckily I chose the skirt rather than slacks that morning. The warmth felt rather good.

After I finished filling my panties, I felt ridiculous for doing this again. I spread the car blanket on the seat, moving carefully to not disturb the treasure in my panties.

Which happened the instant I sat down. By the time I arrived home, the car stank and I was a poopy mess. I could not help but make it into a ball in my panties as soon as I stood up. I kept that pantie ball all evening and all night. It felt so enjoyable.

[JaneCarole Fan]

Welcome back!

Mrs. Yam is a poster from the very earliest days of Wetset (15 years now)! Great to hear from her once again.

[bwetfan]

I can't read this thread without hearing Fiona Apple's introductory hit inside my head.

[Curious]

I can relate strongly to Mrs Yam's predicament, for a very similar thing happened to me a couple of years back.
I was on my way to a funeral and travelled by train. This involved two changes and, since I had only had time for a quickly snatched breakfast, I managed to grab a bar of chocolate at the first interchange, where I had some forty minutes to wait for my connection. An hour later, as I crossed from one platform to the next at the second interchange I began to feel a pressure in my bowels. The third train was a local affair and the toilets were not very clean so I thought I could wait the twenty minutes of so before reaching my stop. We duly arrived and I set off for the station toilets at a quick pace. I had a new pair of white briefs on and was concerned lest I mess them. Before I even reached the toilet though I could feel myself beginning to leak into the seat of my new pants, even though I clenched myself as hard as I could.
The station toilets were spotlessly clean and I hurled myself into a vacant cubicle, tearing down my trousers and pants before I completely messed myself. I heaved a great sight of relief as my bowels exploded into the bowl but then, to my horror I found there was no paper in the otherwise clinically clean cubicle. I had to shake out my underpants as best I could and then pull them up. After so doing I walked to the funeral and had to sit through the service in very messy pants. By the time I came to ride home they had dried out, but my new briefs had a huge circular stain in the seat which defied several washes. I have often wondered since whether many people at a formal gathering have messed their underwear beneath their formal outer clothes.

[pantiespooper]

Been there, done that...

Mrs. Yam, I can sympathize with your situation. Once, pretty much the same thing happened to me, although I was not standing by my car - I was within one of those big home improvement stores, looking in vain for the bathroom (it was not in the usual place). By the time I found it and got inside, I had poop going down the legs of my jeans.

But I most comment about one thing ---- "I felt ridiculous..." --- you should NEVER feel ridiculous for waiting until it is too late to get to a potty. Our poop belongs in our panties, does it not? So, when it gets there, there is no reason to feel ridiculous at all. So, I would instead add, don't feel that way. Feel joyous that you have let happen (yes, somewhat out of control) what most would not even consider. I do!

[JaneCarole Fan]

Mrs. Yam, I can sympathize with your situation. Once, pretty much the same thing happened to me, although I was not standing by my car - I was within one of those big home improvement stores, looking in vain for the bathroom (it was not in the usual place). By the time I found it and got inside, I had poop going down the legs of my jeans.

But I most comment about one thing ---- "I felt ridiculous..." --- you should NEVER feel ridiculous for waiting until it is too late to get to a potty. Our poop belongs in our panties, does it not? So, when it gets there, there is no reason to feel ridiculous at all. So, I would instead add, don't feel that way. Feel joyous that you have let happen (yes, somewhat out of control) what most would not even consider. I do!

PP, you DO remember Mrs. Yam, right? She was a regular in the VERY early days of Wetset.

[pantiespooper]

Of course

PP, you DO remember Mrs. Yam, right? She was a regular in the VERY early days of Wetset.

Of course I do...