story reposts

[govinda]

hi!
i'm a silent reader since a few years (only came here to read stories, jill off, and leave) but i have a little collection of stories that i saved and i was wondering, if it would be ok to repost them.
some are from the old forum, some from ripples archive or random finds...
i'm always glad when someone posts good stories, even if i have read them before...
govinda

[Adrian6970]

I think your best plan would be to check with the mods. However I weouldn't have thought there'd have been a problem so long you made clear it was reposted material and duly acknowledged the authorship of the stories and where they came from.

[Ponyboy]

Please!

I agree! It is nice to see stories you haven't seen in a long time. I enjoy reading the good ones. Please post what you have. I know I would love to read what you've saved.

[govinda]

TRUE STORY
Posted by Brenda Ingersol on December 03, 1999


MEMORIES OF MY SPECIAL SECRET - STORY ONE
I started using computers several years ago. I had never consciously used one before, other than simple systems like the bank ATM or a pocket calculator. When I was in school we did our math long hand or if you knew how, you could use a slide rule. However with the constant advance of technology I felt threatened every time I saw a PC appearing on someone's desk or in their work space. Paper files became computer files.

My job was becoming computerized. I read a few computer magazines I bought at the market and even purchased a book titled "Windows for Dummies". It helped a little. I finally decided to go back to school and enrolled in a community college. After a year and a half of night classes I finally was no longer intimidated by computers. I decided that someday I would even buy one. But they were expensive. Another year would go by before I could afford one.

I was content to use the computers at work or at the library for research, letter writing, and going "On-line". I had discovered the internet. I read a magazine article that had curious thing to say. It noted that a person could find a webb sight for any subject imaginable. "Really!" I mused. “I'll bet I can think of one that doesn't exist.” Another year would go by before I learned of several webb sights that catered to subjects near and dear to my heart.

Now for my story. I have enjoyed going to the bathroom in my pants for as far back as I can remember. I believe it was around 1975, when I was in the fourth grade that I began this behavior. I remember the beginning, that is when I started. I remember the nervousness, the embarrassment of being caught several times, the scheming to try and get away with it, the sneakiness of cleaning up without being caught and most of all, the feeling of believing I was weird and very much alone in my private secret. I got very good at lying my way out of my "accidents", that is, if I got caught. I got even better at making sure I didn't get caught. My biggest fear was that someone might find out I loved the thrill of messing and wetting my pants. I looked forward to the moment when I could and would let go. I loved the control. I loved the feeling of pressure on my bladder and rectum. I adored the feeling of wet pants and the feeling of a warm bulging crotch. I would try and enjoy them as long as possible. Whether walking, sitting, eating, riding the bus, even sleeping with my secret became very, very important to me. What it means to be caught has pretty much stayed the same over the years. In school it meant being made fun of by other students, or disciplined by teachers and at home being punished by my parents. Now, it's remarks by people I work with, supervisors or friends. Basically it all comes down to smell and stain control.

I remember a week before we were graduated from sixth grade to Junior High School (now called Middle School), our teacher, who was a nun, was instructing our class on what to expect in seventh grade. She told the boys that they need to develop more manly qualities and use their new freedom of a relaxed dress code wisely. The girls were told that we were going to be exposed to a whole new environment; make-up, jewelry, nylons. I remember her telling us that since we were now young ladies we would no longer be required to wear the shorts we wore under our uniform skirts (we wore them to be "modest" during recess and play time) as a required part of our outfits. I used my shorts to help hide my secret. By the way black is a good color to hide things. I remember the sister saying we all had to make changes, then she looked right at me and said some need to make "lots" of changes. I was very embarrassed. I just knew God had told her I was sitting there on what I used to call a "tootsie roll" and she was putting me down.

The year before, I remember making a huge mistake and suffering the wrath of my mom and dad. I used to get home from school around 3:30 PM. I had about 2 hours before mom got home from work. I would always go right into the bathroom, undress in the tub, put all my clothes on the floor except for my underwear. I would shower and rinse out my panties and shorts tossing them onto the pile. After finishing my shower and rinsing out the tub I would dry off and get redressed in my bathrobe and then head for the washer and dryer. The dryer was done by five and I would be back in uniform by the time mom got home. One time I accidentally dropped my rinsed out shorts and panties on the bathroom floor as I headed for the laundry room. My dad came in around 6 PM and the next thing I knew, I was called into the bathroom by both my mom and dad and asked to explain my wet and still stained underwear. I don't remember my answer but I do remember the belt.

I think they figured I needed it based on what had happened maybe six months before. It was my practice to wet my pants everyday several times and mess them whenever I had to, usually waiting until it was time to go home. I remember the good feeling I got being naughty and sneaky. I don't know if that was an early sexual feeling or not. I know I did get a rush from doing it and then again when I was all cleaned up and had gotten away with it. Anyway, on this particular day, I walked out of our school building heading home. I was walking with Wendy, my best friend. I had been holding it since lunch break. It wasn't to bad so I decided to wait until the walk home. As we walked down the stairs I let go and filled up my panties. I went a couple of times. Wendy never knew my secret and that was fun too. It felt like a huge banana was squished in my panties.

Wendy lived about half way to my house. I said good-bye and walked about a block. I had to pee again and so took of my shoes and walked along bare footed. I looked around first to make sure no cars were coming and someone might see me. I was walking along enjoying myself when suddenly a car horn honked. I jumped and turned around. There sat my mom! "Come on and get in!" she ordered. My heart was pounding. Maybe she didn't see I hoped. "What are you doing here?" I asked. She told me she had gotten off work early because she had a headache. "Why are you carrying your shoes?" she asked. I told her my feet hurt. She didn't answer me.

We pulled into the driveway a couple of minutes later. As we entered the front door into the living room I headed down the hall toward the bathroom. "Brenda!" mom called, "Come here a minute." I sheepishly walked over to her. She ordered me to turn around and when I did she lifted up my skirt and felt my bottom. She said "I thought so...." I don't remember what all she called me but I do remember the bloody nose and the belt. I figured I'd get it again when my dad got home. But he never said anything that time. Needless to say that beating didn't change anything. But in the incident with the dropped underwear several months later he jumped on the "bandwagon" too. There were many other encounters and many, many close calls. But none of them ever deterred my fun.

More memories later.

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Part Two
Posted by Brenda Ingersol on December 14, 1999


Hi all. I just got home from a 12 hour graveyard shift and though I would post another chapter of my book. I hope you like it. I must confess I don't mind posting it here. I have held it for years from a regular publisher. I am to embarrissed to submit it, but here seems to be OK. I'll try and do it once only, this time. Bye, Brenda

MEMORIES OF MY SPECIAL SECRET - STORY TWO: EXPERIMENTS
For me to call this chapter "The Experimental Years" is not really true since I am still exploring and experimenting with my favorite sport. Here I am, in my mid-thirties, and still trying to figure out how to mess and wet my pants and get away happy and unnoticed. Since I started wetting and then messing my pants in the fourth grade I have been exploring how to gain more enjoyment from my hobby.

As I related in "Part One" I started out simply wetting my pants while walking home from school. I then would wet my pants when ever we were on the play ground and I could sit in the grass. I remember many times even going into the bathroom, closing the stall door, lifting up my skirt and sitting down and going right through my panties and shorts. I discovered that my black uniform skirt and shorts did not reveal wetness to anyone who may be looking. It made keeping my secret very easy. I remember the good feeling I got knowing that I had been naughty and no one knew it. Usually within an hour or so I would be all dried out and be ready again.

I remember one day after lunch. I felt the pressure of an impending bowel movement. I remember considering what it would be like to go in my shorts. I just knew it would stink and I would be caught. An hour could go by and it wouldn't dry up and go away. It would be a permanent bulge in my shorts that could not be hidden by black. That day we had our last recess around 1:30 in the afternoon. By then I had to go real bad. Looking back now I'm sure I was sick, probably with a mild case of food poisoning or indigestion. I wanted to go home. I slipped past the "gate monitor" and walked out the gate and started for home. When I got to the corner and knew my escape was a success I let go. I remember the warm, soft and naughty sensation. I was sensitive to the feeling of my "moosh" slowly loading and causing my panties to sag into my shorts. I remember feeling my naughtiness oozing forward over my private parts and at the same time part way up my bottom. As I walked I finished with the natural relief that comes from just relaxing am letting go and then began to push anything else out that might be left. That is when I felt a strange and special flash. Once again, looking back on this experience, I do believe I had an early orgasm.

I tried to walk normally because I was sure people driving by might be able to tell I was hiding something special under my skirt. When I got home I walked into my parents bedroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked completely normal. My gray sweater, white blouse, black tie, black skirt, clean legs, white mid-calf socks, and black shoes. I lifted my skirt and noticed that my shorts appeared completely normal. I then turned around and looked over my shoulder at my bottom. What I saw was a disappointment. The massive bulge I had imagined wasn't there. There was a bulge but it was really not that noticeable through my semi-loose fitting shorts. I went out to the dining room and slowly sat down. I felt my mess move farther up my front and also up my back. I remember smelling what smelled like sauerkraut. This part was not acceptable. How to get rid of the smell? I thought. I made up my mind then that messing was now a part of my thing but I had to control it. By the way, when I was questioned the next day about where I went I told the truth. I told the sister that I got sick and just simple wanted to go home. She will never know how good I really felt by the time I showered, but she was very sympathetic. I never did get in trouble for "cutting out".

I then added messing to my fun. I would wait until school was over and mess my pants as I walked home. My pants were usually already wet long before I went out the schools gate. I would hold it until the final bell would ring. Sometimes I would let go in the hall as I walked out the door of the classroom. I sort of got a good feeling knowing that my best friend, Wendy, didn't even know. I never even considered that there might possibly be anyone else in this crowd who could also be sporting a "mud pack" . I was a unique freak. After many, many "accidents" as I walked home from school as well as having been caught (story one) I started to expand my hobby.

I remember going "trick or treating" with Wendy in the sixth grade. I had began to wonder what Wendy would think if she knew my secret? Would she laugh at me, would she tell on me or make fun of me? Or maybe, my weirdest dream, would she try it for herself? I was dressed in my costume of a ballerina, wearing a white body suite, white tutu and white tights with slippers. An hour into our travels, bag in hand, I had the urge to mess and wet. I told Wendy of my plight. I sneakily informed her that I had to go home because of an approaching crisis. Needless to say she was disappointed. She was an angel (costume) and didn't want to end the evening early. I informed her that if she didn't mind I could handle privately and we could continue.

We went into an apartment building’s laundry room. I told Wendy that my costume was way to hard to remove. I told her I was going to wet my pants and she said that was OK with her. She volunteer to guard the door. I told her that I was going to have to mess too. She didn't seem to care. As she stood by the door I stood near her, maybe twenty feet away, over a drain in the floor. I removed my slippers and spread my legs about a foot and a half apart. I relaxed my bladder and the pee flowed. I was surprised that instead of running down my legs like what would happen at school with my shorts on, it mostly ran out of my crotch in a stream leaving a small wet spot. Now for the moment of truth. I remember being both excited and at the same time nervous, no, wrong word, scared. With this very short skirt my secret would be nearly impossible to keep, but that thought somehow even seemed exciting. I tightened up and pushed out a banana sized "tootsie roll". As I was unloading I held my tutu up so as to pretend to be concerned about soiling it. "I'm done!" I informed Wendy. She was totally unconcerned. I was wet and messy and she only cared about hitting more doors. She didn't even want to look.

I remember going into another apartment building an hour or so later. We got to the second floor and found one of the two apartment doors wide open. Sitting in the open door, on the floor, were two middle aged men. I would have guessed they had been drinking and were talking and laughing loudly as we approached. "Trick or treat!" Wendy announced. "Oh hell, an angel and a ballerina!" one of the men muttered. "What do we have here?" the other man asked as he lifted Wendy's gown. She pulled away and he let go of her. He then turned his attention to me. I turned and walked away as he looked up my tutu. "Hey sweety...." he called out as we left. I just know he saw my huge bulge, but why didn't he say anything? I got excited about the whole incident later. I remember asking myself, "What did he think when he saw my bulging panties?" I enjoyed the thought. Later that night after I had wet again, Wendy went home. I was nervous about coming home dirty. I snuck into the garage and sort of cleaned up in there. I wrapped my very muddy panties in paper towels and buried them in the trash can. I never got caught for this one. Experiment: Successful.

Easter Sunday. Mom had laid out my clothes for Mass. It was, for the most part, a new outfit. White dress with lots of lace, ribbons and barrettes for my hair, a new white full slip, a new training bra with matching light pink panties. A garter belt and hose. She also included a mid-thigh pair of petti-pants. (like shorts but made of nylon or silk and covered with lace and frills) I asked her what they were and she told me they were like my school shorts. I put them on. I added a piece of clothing of my own. Under mom's new pink "full cut" nylon panties, I wore a thick pair of cotton briefs. I felt naughty already, but it got better.

As I went downstairs to be with a kids group, I had the urge to go. I began to mess in my pants. I wet a little bit too, but not enough to leave behind a puddle. By the time I was done I had completely unloaded and my panties were bulging and I was high. I went into the bathroom to finish my load while I was draining my desperate bladder. I walked into a stall and locked the door. I lifted my dress and slip then sat down. I peed right through my underwear and even messed some more. "This was perfect...!" I thought . I had been sitting on wet and messy pants for several hours and I was happy. My aunt Marion came over to me and whispered to me, "Brenda, quick, go into the bathroom and look at your bottom.." I did. God, what a blow. A fist sized brown stain right in the middle of my bottom. I was busted.

Aunt Marion followed me into the bathroom several minutes later. She locked the door behind her as she entered. "Brenda" she whispered very lovingly. She told me I was a sweet girl. I was so embarrassed. She came into the room and walked over to me. "Brenda, don't be embarrassed. You have nothing to be ashamed of!" she announced. Just then she lifted her dress and slip. She was wearing a long leg girdle over her nylons. She sat down on the toilet, continuing to talk, she reached down and grabbed her crotch. "I'm spreading my split crotch!" she informed me. "What does that mean?" I thought. I then learned what that meant. She had peed through a small gap in her girdle’s crotch. When she dabbed a wad of toilet paper against her crotch she stood up. She turned and that is when I noticed, first panty lines showing through her girdle. She was wearing thick panties under her girdle. Then I noticed the bulge on her bottom. It reminded me of a wash cloth jammed into her seat. "Go with your heart," she advised me. She had me remove my sweater and tied it around my waist so it hung down and covered the stain on my bottom.

To this day I wish I had spent more time with Aunt Marion. Looking back I know that Marion read me. She, in a round about way, patted me on the back. Maybe messing and wetting runs in the family. My mom hated it but her sister was completely into it. I really regret not knowing more about my Aunt Marion. I have always also secretly wished I was close to Marion's daughter, (my cousin) Beverly. How well did she know her mom? Is she in this too? I haven't seen her in over twenty years. Aunt Marion died when I was seventeen, she was killed in a car accident. I had been in her company on severa1 occasions when she would either stand up or just lean forward and would "mess away". God, I wish I could un-ring this bell and go back.

Enough for now. More of my Memories later.


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[govinda]

Chapter 3
Posted by Brenda Ingersol on February 22, 2000


Hi everyone, I got some time off and thought I'd post another chapter. Remember, this was over 20 years ago, wow, time really flies. Enjoy.....

MEMORIES OF MY SPECIAL SECRET - STORY THREE: JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL

We had a beautiful Elementary School graduation. The auditorium was packed with proud parents and relatives. The front two rows were occupied by "penguins", our former teachers. That was mean! I really liked most of them. To tell the truth I had even considered becoming a nun myself. I remember my dad had bought me a gorgeous blue graduation dress and my mom waited until the last minute to present me with my very first pair of pantyhose. Nothing special happened at the ceremony except the excitement of graduating. We were all moving on.

What a transition! From a tightly ruled Catholic school to a public junior high school. Wendy and I began a whole new life style. She was still my best friend and I loved her like a sister. I have always felt bad that I never told her my secret. She always told me everything.

I kept my secret, in fact, maybe I wasn't that good of a friend after all, I guess. Then again, I never confessed my secret in Confession at Church either. I rationalized my conduct with the idea that while I was being naughty, it couldn't possibly be a sin. Babies do it, sick people do it, old people do it and my aunt Marion did it. In fact, I had even sat in the confessional on several occasions with a load in my pants. By the way, no I didn't stink, at least as bad as the old rotting wood and cloth of the confessional.

What we didn't know then was that in a few months, Wendy and her family were going to move to Colorado and I was going to lose my best friend. Oh, we would keep in touch by mail, but within two years the letters dwindled and she faded into my memory. A real sweet and honest friend. After all these years I still miss her. The closest we ever came to talking about my secret was at the beach one summer day. As we sun bathed, out of the clear blue, Wendy said she had to pee.

I was laying next to her and sort of sloppily pointed in the direction of the restrooms. "Hey, we're at the beach" she pointed out. "I thought you would be the first to equate that with peeing in a pool...." she continued. With that she rolled off the blanket and sat in the sand and wet. "Brenda, this is the beach and this is normal..." she observed I told her I understood what she meant. I remember I wanted to join her but got to excited and was afraid I’d make a fool out of self. I walked out in the water to pee. I was hoping she would remember Holloween years before, but she didn't. She was so real!

Junior High School, no dress code, no special rules and classes that had so many students each day that teachers could never be personally involved. Instead of sitting in one classroom all day, we would "rotate" every hour. In the first week I discovered a problem. Physical Education class. We had to go into a locker room and change in front of other girls into shorts and tee-shirts and then spend an hour working out. In my homeroom class I discovered that most girls and boys, for that matter, wanted a late PE class so that the air was warm and dry. Everyone seemed to hate the idea of a first or second period PE class. I had a different opinion. I really wanted it as early as possible. That would free up the rest of the day for other activities that would not be possible before PE class. Of course I got fifth period PE in my first semester. I was not clear to do anything until after class, around 2:00 P.M. To me this was a disaster.

I soon learned ways to beat the system. For the first few months we had Fridays set aside for square dancing with the boys. We didn't have to "strip" into our gym clothes on these days. Also we were all allowed three or four days each month for our "period". We would spend those days sitting in the bleachers. All's we had to do was sign a paper on a clip board at the beginning of class and we were excused.

I remember walking to school in the third or fourth week of Junior High. I suddenly felt a favorite pressure, pancakes do it to me every time. I decided not to wait and unloaded as Wendy and I walked up the school’s front steps. I remember how good it felt and how naughty I felt in each class I went to after that. I also remember wearing a tight orange print skirt and I just knew my bulge was showing. I couldn't wait to sit down and squash it flat, and also sort of hide the smell. I remember going into the bathroom and pulling up my skirt so I could pee on the toilet and then blotting dry with paper towels. Thank god, no stain. When I got to PE I signed the "personal excuse list" and sat in the bleachers. I wasn't alone. There were around five other girls sitting in the bleachers. I did give a thought to the possibility that maybe one of these girls might be wearing a mud "Kotex" like me.

I didn't like the idea of changing in front of other girls. Someone was going to notice I dressed a little differently from other girls. I didn't dare try and slip by a "load". No way! If I couldn't wait then it was "period" time. I actually had my first bloody mess in the eighth grade. I was not into this. I knew it had to happen, but I couldn't control it so it meant nothing to me. I remember the first time I messed my pants while wearing a Kotex. It wasn't really that bad. I remember thinking that if anyone were to look up my skirt right now they would find a real surprise. Kotex in front and mud load in back. Wendy was gone by then; I was alone. I had friends, but none like Wendy.

It seemed like a kind of exciting game. Could I get away with messing my pants? It wasn't the nuns anymore, now it was the other students. I believe I looked like them. I just did things differently than they did. I once heard a girl say after being caught cheating on a test, "I nearly shit my pants and died..." I wanted to engage her in a conversation, but I chickened out.

Back to my concern for public dressing. My underwear was really heavy cotton. I usually wore two pairs. In the locker room I noticed most of the other girls either wore no underpants at all or wore a thong, lace or the tiniest of bikinis. I wasn’t into them. As part of my new school wardrobe my mother bought me several pairs of pantyhose. I still wished I could wear my old uniform shorts under my skirts and dresses but was afraid this might arouse suspicion in the locker room. I did notice that some of the girls wore support panties over their pantyhose to keep them up. The weird thing I learned about pantyhose is that they slide down and you end up with the crotch sagging way down and unless you continually pull them up they could seemingly wind up at your knees. Support panties were sort of like a girdle except they were beneficial in keeping pantyhose tight. They are tight and thick and I thought of some possibilities that I could take advantage of.

I had ten dollars that I had gotten as a birthday gift in late September. After school I went to J.C. Penny's and bought two pairs. One was a long leg, like shorts and the other was like low cut panties. The next day I wore a pair to school over my nylons and they felt good. As I walked home from school I let go with a huge load and even peed. By the time I got home I walked into the bathroom. I pulled up my skirt and the seat of my panties looked nearly normal. I had a rather obvious bulge (to me, that is) but to anyone else it would probably be just a loose fit. My wet stain was already dried.

The first semester was a tough challenge. I even prayed that A7 semester would put me in an early morning class. I hated having P.E. after lunch. Eating stimulates my system. Within an hour of eating I need to evacuate. Breakfast became a scary subject. I would skip breakfast in junior high as a rule. I was even questioned a few times about having had what seemed like more than on period a month. Finally the eighth grade was my answer to prayer. I was assigned P.E. in the first period class. I acted like I hated it so much that I almost got myself changed to sixth period. Really, though, I loved it. I could now eat breakfast and my system would hit me about the time first period was over.

I remember the second or third day of the second semester. We were playing softball. About the middle of the game, all decked out in my maroon and gold shorts and tee-shirt I suddenly had to go. I held on. In twenty minutes or so the bell rang and we all headed for the locker room. I undressed and with a towel wrapped around me went into the shower. I hurried and got back into the locker room while most of the other girls were still in the showers. I dried quickly and dressed. I put on my bra and double cotton panties in a few seconds. I then pulled on my slip. I sat down and pulled on my pantyhose and my new "keeper uppers" that I personally had bought. I finished putting on my skirt, blouse, shoes and sweater. Locked my locker and walked over to the mirror. I brushed my hair, finished my make-up and went outside. The gate was locked. I was the first out.

It was cold and I could see the steam coming out of my mouth. I stood alone. The pressure was great down below. I remember thinking "To hell with this". I turned my back on the gate and faced the locker room door. I was still alone outside. I spread my feet and relaxed. My bottom muscles did their thing. My panties bulged huge. I finished it off myself. I pushed out the last of my "morning mud". I remember thinking "Perfect timing!".

When Wendy moved away I was alone. But once she was gone weird things started happening to me. The first thing I remember was what I called "the feeling". We were at an assembly in the auditorium. I was whispering to a fellow student and a teacher caught me, I was sent to the back of the hall. We were watching a film. As it boringly dragged on I got a great feeling. I had to unload. It was dark and I was in the back row. I placed my arms on the chair and lifted myself up a few inches. I remember messing a huge load. I slid up the back of my skirt and slip so that my underwear was directly on the seat. When I was done emptying my bowels I relaxed and sat back. I then released my bladder and flooded the seat cushion. By the time the film was over I was done, bowels and bladder were completely empty. Thank god for flip up seats. Needless to say I loved my long walk home. Nearly every day my walk home was so rewarding. I loved the feeling of; before, during and after.

I lived three houses from the corner on my street. About ten houses down was a classmate whose dad was a police officer. She and I, along with another girl from our class would walk home from school most days. I reveled in walking home with them and being so naughty and them not knowing. I remember first beginning to enjoy sneaking a feel of my work. I would pretend to be straightening my skirt or dress and pass my hand over my secret. I remember other times walking into the "Girl’s Room" to fix my make-up and sneak a peek at my bottom to see if my most feared bulge or stain showed. In later years I would join most of the other girls who smoked in the bathroom too. I learned that cigarette smoke helped to mask unwanted smells.

Until next time, Bye


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Chapter 4
Posted by Brenda Ingersol on February 26, 2000


Hey everyone, Since I missed by a month of posting part 3 (I was very busy!) I thought I would give you February's now too. This one is for Joe, hurry back!

MEMORIES OF MY SPECIAL SECRET - STORY FOUR: JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL

They now call it middle school, but in the 70's it was still called junior high school, grades seven through nine. I really enjoyed it, everything, that is, except gym class. I got good grades in all my classes, even gym or PE. I just had to work my hobby around gym class. Wendy and I discovered boys in the seventh grade. I remember my first boy friend then. I wasn't allowed to date but we did talk and pass notes. He gave me an Elton John album. I was in love. I seem to remember we even kissed once. Wow! I now had two great passions. After a few months though we lost interest in each other. Oh there would be more boys in the days ahead.

I remember in the eighth grade, after Wendy had moved away, I got stuck in sixth period gym class for the second semester. I really got bummed out. At least that semester I had a good reason to wear pants to school. By the time class was over the bell ringing meant we were done for the day. Nothing left then but the walk home. I had no choice but to wait until last bell before I could mess my pants. On a few occasions I did it in my slacks or Levi's. I always made sure I had a sweater or long sleeve shirt or jacket to tie around my waist so as to hide my load, just like my aunt had taught me years before. It was always better though to have a skirt on. The part I didn't like was that school ended at three o'clock and I had to be home and cleaned up by five. That was when my mom got home and soon after that my dad came in. That meant I only got to enjoy the feeling for a little over an hour. I had to real careful then. My mom had the best sense of smell of anyone I have ever met. My dad on the other hand used his nose only to breath. Don’t get me wrong though, I really loved my dad. My mom and dad were not getting along in those days and hated to think what might happen if I got caught. On more than one occasion I buried a pair of very messy panties in the back yard or "ditched" them in the trash because of time factors. I hated that semester.

One day that semester, on a day I was wearing Levi's, I had a dilemma. I had begun to feel the urge to go just after lunch. I decided to wait until after gym class. I had a long sleeve flannel shirt that was going to be my insurance, that is, cover my bottom. I waited all through fifth period history and then all through gym class. It was really pushing down by the time P. E. was over. I wanted to pee while I was in the shower but found that I couldn't without completely letting go. I hurried out and dried off and got dressed. The dismissal bell rang and we all headed home. I tied my shirt around my waist and started home. I chose to walk alone so I could do my thing. Now I had a reverse problem. I couldn't mess without wetting too. I couldn’t just sit in the grass or even squat in the library, for a book on the bottom shelf. In Levi's that would be quite embarrassing, so now what? Hold it and walk fast.

As I walked I planned my moves. I would get home, rush into my bedroom, pull off my Levi's, pull on a skirt and a second pair of panties and then head for the back yard and the comfort of the grass. It was an exciting thought, sitting relaxed in the grass with my notebook and writing while I messed and wet. Then walking over to the picnic table and sitting down squishing my load. We had an old lady that lived next door. She was very nosy and could look into our backyard from her kitchen. No doubt she would be watching out her window. I would fool her by appearing to be doing my homework. Little would she know that really my reason for being in the yard was to wet and mess my pants. This was an extremely exciting plan! Or so I thought.

Reality hits. I turned the corner and soon turned onto my sidewalk. Man oh man did I have to go. I remember cursing myself for not having worn a skirt today, of all days. This situation would be totally unnecessary if it weren't for these damned Levi's. I quickly rushed up the steps and reached into my pocket for the house key and IT WASN’T THERE! I had left it in my gym locker along with my watch. As I dug through my remaining pockets a voice from behind startled me. It was the old neighbor lady. She was holding a box UPS had delivered for my dad. I don't remember what she said because as I was handed the box I completely let go and started filling my pants and my bladder began to drain. I do remember wishing she would just finish talking and would leave. Finally she did, without every indicating she was looking at someone who was having a major bowel movement and dumping what seemed like a gallon of pee into her pants.

I went ahead and finished my business and then formulated a new plan. I went around to the backdoor and it was locked too. The side door on the garage was unlocked so I went in there. I found a whole bunch of old rags and cleaned up the best I could. I found a box with some old clothes and found a pair of shorts. I then put everything in a trash can hiding it under the trash. I hosed down the patio and started raking the yard so when my mom got home I would appear busy. When she arrived I lied and told her that I had locked my key in the house when I went out to get the UPS box. I got away with it again!

This was my life in the seventh and eighth grades. At least as I remember it. Messing my pants every day and loving it. The challenge was getting away with it. I once tried to figure out how many times I messed my pants in those two years and came up with the number of seven hundred times. Those include the times I would just walk into the bathroom, lock the door and remove my night gown. Then standing there in panties and bra would turn my back on the mirror and while watching over my shoulder, would mess my panties, then climb into the shower/tub and wet. By the time I came out of the bathroom, legs shaved, hair shampooed, I was the perfect daughter. I would dry my underwear under my bed. Looking back now, I believe I actually got of watching myself without even knowing it.

I got caught big time though in the ninth grade....

Next time. Bye, Brenda

[govinda]

Chapter 5
Posted by Brenda Ingersol on March 07, 2000


I'll let you have it now. I think I'll put six up next week. Let me know.
MEMORIES OF MY SPECIAL SECRET - STORY FIVE: JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL

Mom and dad had been fighting for the past couple of years and in the summer between the eighth and ninth grades they separated and started the divorce procedure. I had to go with my mom when we moved out. She rented a two bedroom apartment in Lynwood, about two miles away from where our house had been. I was still able to attend the same school. The difference now was the fact that I would either have to take the bus or leave earlier and be dropped off by mom. Meanwhile my dad moved about five miles in the opposite direction. It was not a friendly parting of the ways either. I really would have rather stayed with my dad but at my age the court said I had to stay with mom. It seemed like every evening and every night she had her boy friends coming and going at all hours. Where she came up with some of these guys I'll never know. I know she liked the party life and would meet some of them at local bars she would frequent. It didn't seem to bother her that some of these jerks would even try to be with me, making passes right in front of her. I also know she was sure raking in the money from these guys too. The up side though was that she was gone longer and the down side was I never knew when she would pop in. She was a common whore. She lost her regular job but still the money came in to pay the bills. Life with her wasn't all that great. It was very hard to get away with my hobby when she was around. She had a tremendous sense of smell and a bad temper. I had to be very careful.

Many was the time that summer I would simple pretend to go into the bathroom for a shower or bath, lock the door, step into the tub, lift up my bathrobe and watch myself in the mirror as I would fill my panties and pee. I would then step out and sit on the closed toilet lid for the complete feeling. It was a nice feeling and I would still get a thrill out of it. The thrill I'm talking about is an extreme high. I mean my heart raced and my breathing would speed up. I had to clean up quickly and open the window to air out the bathroom.

I couldn’t wait though for school to start again. The thrill of messing my pants was ten times better when I was out in public, especially at school. I still wondered if I was alone with my secret. Could there be other girls out there who do what I do and love every moment of it? I know my aunt used to mess her pants all the time on purpose. She dressed for occasions too. But she was gone now. I remember thinking once how calm she was while doing it. Once when she was visiting us she got up from her chair and walked over to the television right in front of my mom and dad. She picked up her handbag, stepped over to the side of the TV, so as to not block their view, started to dig around in the bag like she was looking for something. While mom and dad and her kids watched their program I was watching aunt Marion. As soon as she started to dig in the bag she spread her feet and I could see her abdominal muscles tighten. I new what she was doing. I remember thinking diner sure went through her fast. She was done in just a few minutes. I remember wishing I could see through her dress. She replaced her bag and returned to her chair. I couldn't believe I was the only one in the room that had just watched aunt Marion mess her pants.

As she sat down she reached behind herself to straighten her dress. I just knew she had felt her work. She smiled at me because she knew that I knew. I smiled back. I wanted to mess myself just then. I wish aunt Marion was my mom. The ultimate question still would be, "Do you blast when you mess like I do?" My observations of my aunt was that she just did her thing when she had to. For me the difference was that when I started to push, when my dirty log hits my panties, I can’t go back. I am now committed and should just as well finish. From push two on it is orgasms city. Many times I even wet my pants during the act. When I am excited I can’t help it. Like I said earlier, when I am scared, laughing, drinking, or angry my bladder lets go.

Jump ahead, last week at the store. I was next in line for the checker. A nasty, spoiled kid was pushing and shoving in line. She pushed me twice and I grabbed her by the shoulder and told her to stop. Her mom started to yell at me. As she yelled, the cashier told her to remember this was only a place of business. I wanted to cry. Instead my bladder let go. I stood there and felt my pee run down my legs and form a two foot puddle at my feet. I have always enjoyed wetting my pants but without control I love it better.

When class let out at three o’clock I had to walk to the corner and wait for the bus. I can’t remember a single day that I sat at the bus stop with clean panties. Several times I even wet while standing off to the side. Mom would be gone until six or so. I was safe. I was the only girl on the crowded bus who had a pair of very messy pants on. I got off a block from the apartment and would walk home. I would go up the stairs enter the apartment and start to clean up.

I got busted on a regular day. This day was slightly different. I didn’t come straight home. I got home around five and got into the shower. I had just started cleaning up. In other words my mud was still all over the shower stall when the phone wrang. I rapped a shower towel around myself and went to the phone. In the middle of the phone call the front door opened and mom walked in. She went straight to the bathroom. She soon came back out carrying my rinsed but still messy panties. She was very angry. "Get your fuckin ass in there and clean up my bathroom". She didn’t hit me, but she did tell me she wishes her sister Marion was still alive so I could go to live with her. Mom did know about Marion after all. I wish her wish could come true.

While I was cleaning up the bathroom the doorbell rang and some guy came in. I overheard mom tell him that her daughter had an accident and had rendered the bathroom out of service. "She is one sick girl!" she told him. A few days later my dad picked me up at school. I then went to live with him and that was the end of my relationship with my mom.

Dad took me to school every day and gave me money for the bus home every day. Even if he got home before me he never commented about my condition. There were even times when he was laying on the floor watching TV and I had to step over him. I just knew that he could see my panties if he wanted to. My girlfriend, Mary Lou, even thought it was a bit of a turn on. Our friend Juanita did give him a hard on once, I must admit.

Next story. Brenda


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Chapter 6
Posted by Brenda Ingersol on March 12, 2000


Hi friends,
Since so many of you have E-Mailed me and want the next installment, here it is the second part of my ninth grade experience. You'll meet my first real love here. Thank god for those of you men who have written me. I really and truely wish I had met one of you in my younger years. Thanks to you have just recently learned something about myself. More about that later. Now enjoy part six;

MEMORIES OF MY SPECIAL SECRET - STORY SIX: JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL

In the last chapter I mentioned going to live with my dad. The neat part of living with him was his life style. He was a strong and non-judgmental man. He loved to spend his free hours with sports, watching, that is. He would spend hours writing page after pager of number facts about each sport. How many home runs were hit, or how many touch downs were scored. He would drink allot, but wasn't a drunk. When he drank he would talk. He knew sports and he knew history and I eventually came to enjoy spending hours listening to him.

Many times after I was done watching TV for the evening and had finished my chores I would be heading for my bedroom. It may have been ten o'clock at night but he would be laying on his bed reading and listening to the radio at the same time. I would be walking down the hall and he would notice me. "Hey! Brenda." he would call out. I would stop and rest against his door jam. He would begin to recount some record of sports or history to me. Usually he went on for an hour or so. His stories were always interesting and rarely repetitive. I really loved that gentle and laid back man.

He never made any comments about my hobby, if he ever even found out or even cared. There were many times I would stand there in his door as he laid on his bed and talked and talked. I have actually stood there and messed my panties. My ready made excuse would have been; "I had to go and didn't want to be rude so I held it as long as I could." I never had to use it though. He never once questioned me or my friends. I wonder if mom ever told him about my hobby. I'll never know, he died in 1987. More about that later.

He did comment once about a friend on mine named Juanita. She was a Mexican-American girl who weighed a good two hundred pounds and was in my class at school. His comment was so totally confusing that I will never forget it. Now for the rest of my ninth grade story.

In the ninth grade I had P.E. at the start of the day. I took great pride in my appearance and wore only the best outfits. Daddy really spent lots of money on my school clothes. I even went to the beauty parlor, for my hair, every other week. I think dad wanted me to believe I looked good. He never had any comment other than "Wow! You look good, this morning, Sweety!" It was only a saying he used, a term of endearment, but he meant well and that meant love, my daddy!

At school I would look at other girls and wonder, like the commercial; "Does she or doesn't she? Only her hair dresser would know!" I felt so much alone. I had Mrs. Chapman's music class after lunch. I remember the day. It was early in the semester. I had eaten lunch in the cafeteria with a few friends I knew. Whatever we had was good as well as filling. When we were done we each went our separate way. I went to what we called the "field". It was between the music building, cafeteria and science buildings. About half an acre of trees and grass. I already had my books for the next classes and used that as an excuse to "study" in the shade and sitting in the grass. I was wearing a real cute black and white plaid skirt, with a white blouse and black tights. I wore my hair long in those days. I was wearing a short black half slip and a pair of black support panties on the outside of my tights. My panties though were white cotton, both pairs.

I sat down and pretended to arrange my books and skirt. Soon my skirt and slip were clear and I felt the great joy of fulfilling my major joy in life. As I held my book in hand I first let my bladder drain completely, every drop released. I remember the same feeling I have always felt, warm and naughty. It seems like it takes a long time to finish running and then dripping through. I then leaned off to one side and started to push. Within a few minutes I had also emptied my bowels into my panties and returned to the flat sitting position in the grass. I soon got up and strolled over to the music building to await the bell that would call us to class. I could feel the breeze blowing under my skirt and drying my wet and messy panties. It was very cold down there. I felt like such a sexy and naughty girl.

The bell rang and we all went into class. I went right to my seat and sat down. I discovered a long time ago that a "stinky bottom" can be muffled by sitting in a chair. I just wanted to be safe so I sat down. I sat on the right side of the class toward the back of the isle. As the class came to order all students were now seated. Mrs. Chapman began her monologue. Five minutes later some strange happened. Two desks ahead of me and to my left across the isle sat a girl named Mary Lou. She was of my build but had no class. She never wore make-up and it looked like she knew only one hair style, a confused pile on top. She always wore what looked like second hand "hand me downs". Old print dresses that never quite fit. Her shoes were way out of style and she was a nail biter. I noticed she seemed to always wear nylons even though they had major runs in them. To put it mildly she was what we called "slums". Needless to say she was the brunt of many a crude joke. I would join in too. I, though, secretly felt sorry for her. It seemed like she was doing the best she could.

Five minutes into the class Mary Lou got up and made her way to the pencil sharpener located by the classroom door. It hit me as unusual that Mary Lou had chosen just then to sharpen her pencil. I mean, it wasn't like we were taking a test or anything. She spent several minutes grinding away on her pencil. Suddenly Mrs. Chapman turned and looked at Mary Lou with a form of contempt. She interrupted her monologue and announced; "Mary, will you stop that! Please go back to you seat or leave the room!" Leave the room, I thought. For what? To sharpen her pencil? Mary Lou sheepishly returned to her desk. Mrs. Chapman's musical monologue continued.

I once again felt sorry for Mary Lou, but why the hell did she bring this on herself? As I considered the reason suddenly a miracle. While Mrs. Champion bored a sleepy class, I day dreamed in the direction of a recently humiliated Mary Lou. It had been only three or four minutes since she returned to her seat. Mary Lou seemed now back to normal. As she looked at a distant Mrs. Chapman, she was shuffling through her papers and notebooks. She then relaxed and reached over her desk and grasped the front edge with both hands at the same time. With elbows on the desk she leaned forward and raised her bottom up off the seat. Her legs were still down at the front edge of the seat but her bottom was raised and she was leaning forward. She was visually fixed on Mrs. Chapman and didn't seem to care the image of her position. Oh my God. I have used that position before myself, this was my move. When I need to mess my pants at a weird but exciting time. Here I was, sitting on a major load myself, and what the hell was I about to witness? I must admit I was staring.

As she held herself up I watched as her facial expression changed. Her lips tightened and she appeared to be straining. She reddened and then I saw her stomach muscles tighten as she worked. She spent over fifteen minutes doing whatever. Damn it! This girl was copying my best secret move, I'm mean like she was sticking her tongue out at me, I got off! I blasted in my already soiled panties. I looked up and saw her straining and blasted again. Mary was oblivious to everything around her and it looked like she was messing her pants too! She worked at it too! Mid way through the class she relaxed and sat back down and it was like nothing had ever happened. "Did I just dream this or did it really happen?" I was hot and confused.

I have no idea what Mrs. Chapman talked about, all's I cared about was what the hell I had just seen. Mary Lou had just used one of my moves and didn't give a damn if anyone cared. I would have gambled my life of what I had seen. As the bell rang we were all dismissed to our last class. I wanted so bad to sneak up on Mary in the confusion of leaving the room to feel her bottom, but I chickened out. Sixth period was a blur as I waited for the bell. I needed to make a "Bee Line" to Mary's locker which was near mine. I needed to have a conversation with her. I was sure of what I had seen, been there and done that! Sure enough after a few minutes Mary was at her locker. As I looked at her back and bottom she somehow seemed different. She seemed happy. She was alone, no one was with her but she was smiling. As she closed her locker door I walked up to her. Nervously I told her I would love to talk to her. Suddenly she wasn't the "Slum".

"I know you, Brenda!" she whispered. I got scared. You mean she knows I'm standing here right now with a massive load in my panties? I must admit the thought turned me on. But then again, I am sure she has a load in her panties too. She then told me that we share fifth period Music. I confirmed her comment. I waited, nothing. "I noticed today Mrs. Chapman came down on you." I told her. "Yea." she answered "she hates me." she concluded. I asked her why and got no answer. I asked her if I could walk with her and she said it was OK. As we headed for the gate she asked me how I knew where she lived and I told her I have seen her on the walk home.

As we walked we talked. She was so cute. I suggested we stop in at the library for a while since I knew we were only a block or two from her house. She glanced at her watch and said it would be OK. I felt under her power from the first moment. She had seemed like such a quiet laid back "slum" girl. Suddenly, because I was hot, she now pulled all strings. Besides, she wasn't the quiet, laid back, humble, and quiet, "slum" that everyone in school knew her as.

We went into the library. She told me that she like the library. On the second floor she asked me to join her in an isle and I agreed. We were alone. "Brenda, do what you need to do, please!" she whispered and then turned her head. She turned her back on me and stood there. I took a deep breath and looked around. No one was in view. I reached down with my right hand and pressed my hand against Mary's bottom. I was shocked. Damn! I couldn't tell anything. "Fuck" I muttered. Mary Lou giggled. "Let me help." she whispered. With that she looked over her shoulder past me and then straight ahead. With both hand working in harmony she lifted her dress and slip, exposing very dirty and very loaded panties contained within a pair of nylon shorts that I learned later were called "petti pants".

I was surprised, blasted and then felt weak. "Can I check you out?" she asked. I told her I didn't really care and she went to work. She gently turned me around and once my back was toward her I felt my skirt being raised. I felt her hand rubbing my bottom. She had found paydirt and was rubbing away. She reached between my legs and rubbed my front. I let go and wet and she stayed softly rubbing until I was done. She kissed the back of my neck and I quietly apologized. She took control and spun me around. With a blank look on her face she grabbed my arm and thrust my hand under her skirt. I felt her shorts and then total wetness. That was the first time I saw her show emotion. She was peeing into my hand. As she ended her eyes rolled back and she bucked several times. "Damn it, I just got off" She informed me. All's I really remember of that first meeting was the fact that we were both very messy and we both peed into each others hands on the carpeting of the library. She kissed me and the next day I kissed her.

Next time, we'll finish the ninth. Brenda


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[govinda]

New Chapter
Posted by Brenda on March 16, 2000

Hi everyone. I just got back from Stater Brothers. I wet my Depends on the way home. I am very tired. I was already very messy from a long day running around. So now I am getting ready for the shower and bed. Big deal, right! So I am wet too. I decided to sit here for a minute or two and finish up. I have a little more to unload from both ports and I will do that as I give those of you who care Chapter Seven. I don't want to flood you but remember, this book is twenty six chapters and it was done a years ago.

I am currently working, when I have time, on a couple of more chapters. I have a friend that would prefer I don't do this. But this is a girl who knows every webb sight in the world and "lurks" everywhere. She is too cute and would remind you of Sandra Bullock. She has yet to ever post a story. By September she'll have her new job and then maybe then. If she was to right a book it would turn mine into an abridged version. She is hot. By the way I think I am done for now. Goodnight.

Anyway here is Part Seven, enjoy. Brenda

MEMORIES OF MY SPECIAL SECRET - STORY SEVEN: JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL

In my last chapter I introduced you to Mary Lou. Don't get me wrong. I still love the feeling of a penis. In other words I love men, but this was new, but yet, at the same time old. Mary Lou was a special kindred spirit. Looking back I was confused by the simple fact that I was bi even then. Mary may have been trash by everyone else's standards, including mine. But that day when she stole my heart, I fell in love. I now had a sister and fellow traveler. She was a dream come true. Another person who actually enjoyed messing in her panties.

When we got to her house she invited me in. Her dad was a long haul truck driver and was gone for weeks at a time. Her mom was at work and wouldn't be home until around midnight. She has three brothers, all older. As we entered her house one of her brothers was watching TV. He looked at me and suddenly sucked in his stomach and tried to act cool. He was really macho, despite the cartoons he was watching. Mary introduced me to him. His name was Marty and he was 15. He was cute.

Mary asked me to sit on her bed. Her room was allot like mine. She sat down on a hamper . "Does your brother know your thing?" I asked.

"Sure, all my brothers know I mess my pants, so does my mom and dad, but they don't give a damn."

"So your brother thinks I am here because I am your friend. He must know that my panties are full too!"

"So what! It doesn't get him off like it does us. He doesn't give a fuck!"

An hour later he knocked on the door and brought us two cold cokes. “He never does this,” Mary told me. “He wants into your panties.”

“Sorry,” I joked with her. “I have a mudslide in mine.”

“I don't think it would matter.” Mary was so cool. She leaned over and kissed me again. She reached under my skirt and rubbed my crotch while she kissed me. She was standing over me and I don't know why but I raised my hand between her legs. Her Petti-Pants were wet and bulging and warm . I raised my hand and felt her bottom. God I loved the feeling. This was the first time I was able to feel someone else's load. I asked her if she was afraid her mom would catch her. She told me that her mom already knew and didn't care. Her brothers believe that all women mess there pants whenever they need to go. So Marty really only wanted to screw me. He was cute and if I sort of tingled at the idea of having him go under my skirt right now. How would he handle my surprise? Becky tells me that being fucked while being loaded is safe and fun. I wouldn't know. I will, from previous knowledge admit though that a penis does feel good!

Mary and I talked for over an hour. She seemed surprised when I told her that she was my first real friend. "You're kind of, right?" she asked. “You really mean you have never met anyone else into this?" she re-questioned. I was confused. I asked her what she meant and she told me about the group she belonged to. It was like a club. All girls of course. The thing they all have in common is that they all enjoy messing and wetting their pants as often as possible. I was delighted and continued to question. She hushed me and told me to just wait.

She invited me out into the back yard. We walked right passed Marty and he turned away from the TV to scan my bottom. I must admit I liked it. I remember wondering if he really knew?

As we exited the kitchen door Mary picked up a laundry basket. We were on our way out to recover some drying. There in the back of the yard were the clothes lines. Three lines of Mary's wash. Dresses, bra's, slips, nylons, petti-pants, lots of panties, towels and other assorted things. It was easy to see that it was all hers though. I was surprised by her obvious lack of concern for her family being able to see her underwear. I have always, always secretly cleaned up and used a dryer.

As Mary walked down the rows of dry wash she stopped and smiled. "Look here!" she announced. She placed her right hand on her lower abdomen and slightly lifted her dress. Long streams of pee ran down both legs without ever staining the front of her dress. "Have to go?" she asked. I spread my legs slightly and looked into Mary's eyes. She was watching me. I actually had to work at relaxing so my bladder could drain. Although I didn't have to look down, I could feel my pee running down my legs. Mary's eyes were staring down at my legs. This was the best pee I have ever done. As she looked on I tensed up and pushed on my bowels again to round out the experience.

Mary reached out and put her hand on my shoulder. She leaned in and kissed me. This suddenly beautiful girl with a full measure of wet and messy pants on under that now cute dress. How had I gone so long without meeting someone like her for all these years? There was so much to talk about and so much to catch up on. Her "So what!" attitude interested me. Her brothers know! Her mom and dad know! Wow, Mary is so lucky. My mom would have killed me. Points for discussion later.

The next morning I got a ride to school. Still I walked over to Mary's to walk with her. She answered the door in her bathrobe. She invited me in and I noticed the house was empty. She told me that her brothers were already gone and that her mom was asleep in her room. With her bedroom door still open she removed her robe. All she had on was a pair of cotton briefs. As we talked she put on a bra and sat down on the edge of her bed and rolled on a pair of nylons. I made a mental note to bring her a new pair tomorrow. She stood up and pulled a clean dress over her head. Then raised it and pulled a slip up around her waist. She walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. She removed what looked like a folded hanky. She shook it open and it was a pair of petti-pants. She pulled them on and adjusted them. "What are you wearing? she asked. I stood up and lifted my skirt. Today I was in white. I had on a slip, support panty nylons and my usual two pairs of cotton panties under them. Mary smiled and walked over and rubbed my bottom. "I like this". Referring to my support panties. Mental note; bring a pair tomorrow. We already had lots to talk about as we walked to school.

My first question was about the others Mary had mentioned yesterday. My dream, my suspicion, that there must be other girls with messy panties was real. How could I miss it and Mary Lou have found it? We agreed to meet between each class even if just for a few seconds. I told Mary I would wait and fill my panties in front of her. Rarely have I been so desperate that I had to go then and there. Mary told me that she preferred to mess her pants in the middle of a class. Her release orgasm was very important to her. Where I liked the secrecy she liked the public aspect. I know she has done it privately before. But I have rarely done it in a crowd unless I just knew I would fit in.

At lunch I told Mary I was going to bring her a panty girdle tomorrow. She was excited. Apparently her semi-baggy petti-pants was her only attempt at secrecy. She seemed excited that I did not try and hide any wet spot or bulge in my panties. But then again my skirts and dresses stay down so who would care? I did notice a unique mannerism. One day a huge gust of wind hit our whole girls line. As the skirts and dress blew up, all girls immediately grabbed the front of their dress. I observed that I was the only one who grabbed the back. This was a special observation on my part. I used this response for years when watching other girls. Damn it, everyone but me grabs the front. My private area is the bulge in back that I always preferred to keep secret.

By lunch time Mary was already messy. She said she messed panties in second period. I had yet to go. Mary held my hand and asked me to go during music class. We agreed to change seats and I would use my old emergency move as a primary. Lunch ended and we went to class. We were listening to music and Mrs. Chapman was reading at her desk. I pulled myself up and began to push. I looked around and Mary was staring. There were a few others watching me but Mary was the most important. It took twenty minutes but I got a good load moving and finally loaded a golf ball sized bulge into my crotch. I've had bigger, but as a point of reference, I did mess my pants. In the park by the library Mary and I both wet while squatting down in front of each other. We talked until five that day. God, she was so cool.

One of the questions I asked her was "Would you be embarrassed if you got into an accident and was laying on the ground in front of a crowd with a full load in your panties?" It was followed by what would you tell the doctors at the hospital if they hauled you in with a dress full of mess? Mary laughed and told me she knows why I have never met anybody. "You don't understand life yet, Brenda. The only certainties in life are 1) you are born, 2) you shit, 3) you eat, 4) you pay taxes, 5) you shit again and die. Even my friend Mrs. Chapman will mess her pants when she dies," Mary giggled. "The trouble is she won't enjoy it," she remorsed.

This was all new to me. I then got a crash course on accidents and trauma. Mary had a strange but very exciting view of it all. She said she used to do something at home. When her brothers would pick on her or she was being punished by her parents, she would close her eyes and imagine she was dying. She said she would wet and mess her pants and make sure anyone around knew it. She learned that she had full control and attention then. She told me she would explain later. Tomorrow, my delivery was the most important issue. The next morning I gave Mary a gift of a brand new pair of support panties and a couple of pairs of pantyhose. She told me this was the first time she ever messed in a dress without petti-pants and she said it was great and naughty She wore them from then on to school and said she felt naughty.! God, how hot!

Bye for now, Brenda

[govinda]

Posted by guest on December 17, 2007 at 01:07 [70.176.160.250]

Isabelle loved taking risks when it came to her indulgence. She was sitting at her desk in her philosophy class holding back. She always sat in the back corner, never taking too much of a risk but still putting pressure on the possibility of her getting caught. She had been holding back her bowels for two days now and since Philosophy is her last class of the day she decided to give it a try here.
Not wanting to make it obvious, she held it back until the end of class. She couldn’t remember what the professor was teaching because she had been concentrating on the pressure building up in her bowels. This was going to be perfect. When Isabelle pulls a stunt like this she always plans out her diet and timing to a “T” She always makes the biggest risk possible without blatantly exposing what she is doing, she has to give her self room to get away with it.
She could tell when class started it was going to be a huge, firm, load she’ll be carrying around. All she had to do was make sure she got her seat. Phase one accomplished, sitting in the back corner, closest to the door. There was a cute girl sitting next to her, they’ve been secretly crushing on each other since the first day of school. It sounds unbelievable that two bi-curious girls manage to get the same class and sit next to each other but it happened. Since this cute girl was here, it made pooping her panties all the more exciting.
Isabelle wore a very short skirt over her lacy panties, it was short enough to probably be considered a belt. This was preferred because when the bulge forms it will be much easier to notice as she is walking out. She had a long, slender, gently formed physique, it was agile for the getaway.
Moving her butt to the edge of her seat she turned to the girl next to her, they made eye contact Isabelle gave her a shy smile. Her butt was just over the edge of the seat so she could poop without immediately squishing it. It gave her panties freedom to form around it. Isabelle looks at the clock, she has five minutes, it’s go time for her.
She looks away from her girl crush and starts to push. The poop spreads her sphincter muscles apart and begins sliding out. Her stomach sinks, her heart begins racing. The kind of adrenaline that is put out in this kind of situation is a “high” in and of itself. How embarrassing, how naughty. Pooping your pants on purpose in the middle of class, everyone watching. The thought of this arouses her more and more by the second.
Do they know? Will they know? Thoughts racing through her head.
Don’t think anything of it, just keep going, there’s no turning back now.
Thriving off of the nervous stomach feeling the adrenaline is giving her, she pushes more. The poop makes contact with her panties, its out in the world now at least, she loves how smooth and slow it is sliding out of her anus. She lets out a small gasp of a moan, this brings her to full attention of her classmate. The professor was finishing up his lecture and she was the only one who could hear. Isabelle’s face turns immediately red when this girl looks at her. When she notices this she smiles at Isabelle. Isabelle can’t help but smile. The poop slides more, poking out of her panties, Isabelle still keeping the movement under control can feel the drag on her panties as the poop begins to pull them down from her hips. Such movement and subtle feeling peaks her adrenaline, the realization.
I am pooping my panties in the middle of class, and I like...no LOVE it. Her final conscious thought.
She completely lets go, She pushes the huge load fully out into her panties. The laced panties hold everything together against her butt forming a blissfully warm load. She lets out her last quiet moan and the girl next to her looks over at the completely red Isabelle. Isabelle looks at her and puts her pointer finger up to her lips, gesturing her to keep quiet.
Isabelle’s panties have grown and the warm, sticky, firm feeling is orgasmic. The texture of it just rubbing against her anus could bring her to orgasm. She inconspicuously moves her hand down over her crotch to the underside of her seat to feel her naughty “accident” She pokes at it, very firm, forming perfectly to the pressure.
Almost breaking a sweat now Isabelle realized she could still get away with it. The excitement, however, is not over. Aside from the act itself, engaging other people with poop filled panties is almost as thrilling. She wasn’t going to let herself get away with this one. She pulls out a piece of paper and writes her name and number on it.
Class dismissed. She slides the piece of paper over to the cute girl, makes quick eye contact and pulls her skirt up just enough. She slowly stands with her messy panties facing directly towards the girl, the girl sees everything. The mound shifts as she stands up, teasing her delicate skin, giving her more pleasure. Her knees are weak from the strain but she keeps moving. Isabelle then pulls her skirt down over her bulge and takes another quick look at the girl before walking out.
Isabelle will know tonight whether or not her cute classmate is into this, just think of the adventures to look forward to if she is.

[govinda]

Part 10 The diaper visitor

As expected Sarah woke to the feeling of a bulging wet diaper. It was now about the fifth day in a row that she had wet the bed. She had not wet this frequently since she was about seven. No school today made it a better feeling. Sarah joined her family for breakfast with a wet diaper under her pajamas and she did not care. As soon as Jessica finnished her cereal she pooped every morning. Sarah watched her sit back in her chair and lift her bottom. Her diaper swelled up like it did every morning at this time.

"Jessie go poo poo" as always she was proud of this.

As Katie and dad left for the day mom took Jessica away to be changed. "Mom I need to go poop too. Can you take my diaper off too".

"Dont be silly sweety. You can go poop in those diapers too, no point in wasting it" Mom seemed very eager to indulge her babyish desires.

Sarah needed no further encouragement. She leaned forward and let loose a big mess. Her first diaper poopy. Mom and Jessica noticed. Mom came over and lifted Sarah out of her chair and squeezed her poopy bottom before offering praise. "Feels better hey my poopy pants girl?"

The slippery mess felt great in her diaper as it got squished around. Sarah sat back in it and watched some cartoons with a full diaper until mom came to change her half an hour later".

Today is play day Sarah. Oh no Sarah thought. This is the day when about five of mom's friends all came over with their pre school aged children to play while the mothers all had lunch and complained about all grown up things.

"I want you to come and get changed. They will be here soon. You will be joining us today".

"Oh mom I dont wanna" The thought of all these people seeing her was not appealing.

"It will be fun. I will make you some juice and if you get bored you can go to your room for some sleep".

Sarah got her poopy diaper changed and had a bath. When she was done, mom diapered her again and brought in clean clothes. Only these were not the clothes that she expected. They were not the big girl clothes she was used to. Instead there was these light pink shorts that Sarah had not worn in ages because they seemed too childish and a matching pink shirt. If you were wearing a diaper and did not want it obvious they would be the last clothes you would choose.

Sarah's worst fears were confirmed after she was diapered and put these shorts on. The diaper bulge was incredibly obvious. But even worse is that they were too short. Every time Sarah sat down, bent over or even moved the diaper between her legs was exposed.

"Mom I dont wanna wear these"

"I dont care. If you want to wear diapers and act as a baby I will dress you like one. Besides it makes you look cute".

Within an hour there were 10 or so children in the living room between the ages of two and five. They had all found a new best friend in this big girl wearing diapers. Most of them were either wearing diapers or in various stages of potty training so the sight of a big girl in diapers enthralled them. It also seemed to enthrall her mother's friends. Sarah overheard the conversation.

"...you couldn't beieve it Carol but I think she has done this on purpose. There have been a few accidents in the last week. As you know the girls have all been slow potty trainers. I didnt think anything of it but yesterday after I put her in a diaper I found her with her hands in her pants and it was obvios that she was really enjoying it. If you know what I mean."

"Well how do you go about dealing with this?" One of them said

"Well her father and I will indulge this for a few days. I mean for heavens sake she is 11 years old. After a couple of days I am sure that she will come to her senses. Especially when a few people have seen her. I was a bit surprised when I realised that this seems to almost be like a sexual thing. I dont want to her to be warped by this thing. At this age they are starting to discover that side of themselves. I remember I was about her age when I first discovered what was down below had other uses other than for the potty. I was made to feel uncomfortable about it. I dont want to do the same to my kids".

"I will say though that she does look adorable in that outfit. If you need a babysitter call anytime" They all laughed

Sarah did not really understand what her mother had said. It sounded like she did not really mind the diaper thing. Maybe she was getting away with this after all. Sarah returned to the baby games with her sister and the other babies. This was so much better than being in school. Sarah had not even noticed that she had wet her diaper twice.

Sarah and Jessica were tired after everyone left. Both of them werre also wet. Mom changed them both and put them to bed together for a nap. The ladies were right. Sarah did look adorable in her baby clothes. They both slept sucking their thumbs.



Chapter 10 - The visitor


After school was out that day and Katie was home there was a dreaded visitor. Sarah's school freind Mary who also happened to live next door. Mary had a habit of coming over in the afternoon.

Mary was not all that smart but she was a good friend. She did not notice anything strange as they sat watching TV together.

"So why did you go home yesterday? Teacher said you were not well."

"Well I kind of was sick"

"Did you vomit?"

Mary loved these details "No I thought I would though" Sarah lied.

"Jane said you pooped your pants. Her brother said he saw you had a bulge in your pants and that you were crying in the hall. He said you must have pooped your pants".

Sarah admitted the truth "Well yeah that is true. I just could not make it to the potty. I got stopped on the way and it was too late".

"Thats awful. I know how you feel. Remember I peed my undies a while ago too cause of that same witch that came into class with you? As I was running to the potty she stopped me on the way and it was too late"

Sarah sat dead still she did not want to expose her diaper. That meant not moving.

"Lets go to your room. We can play a bit before I go home for dinner"

Oh no Sarah thought. How can I get away with this. I dont want her to see my diaper. Mary got up first and walked in front of Sarah. The diaper noise was obvios but Mary did not catch it. However the evidence came into view as Mary turned around when Sarah sat on her bed.

"Hey it looks like you are wearing a diaper. Are you?"

"Well yeah I have to for a few days until I get better" Sarah lied. "You promise not to tell anyone?"

"Wow. I thought I was the only one. I promise I wont say anything. I still have to wear a diaper to bed too. I still wet at night. You mind if I look at it?"

Sarah lowered her pants revealing a slightly wet diaper.

"Cool. These look like the ones I use too. " Mary leaned forward and touched it. "You are wet too".

Sarah felt the excitement well up between her legs again. She recovered her pants and put the feeling out of her mind.

"I never knew you wet the bed too. That is cool. Do you have many accidents at day?"

"I still have a few" Mary confessed. Mary then stood in front of Sarah and lowered her track pants. Sarah was surprised to see that she also liked to wear cartoon undies too. Her white undies had a lot of marks on them. Yellow pee stains toward the front and light poop stains at the back.

"Wait on and see this from today". Mary lowered her panties now to reveal fresher poop stains inside them.

"It seems that I must have let a bit go before I got to the potty this afternoon. Mom says I should wear diapers all the time. Sometimes I wear pullups during the day. Especially if we are going for a long ride or somewhere like to the mall. I hate going to the potty there."

Mary pulled her undies and pants back up. Sarah felt guilty but she was very excited by the thought of her friend in diapers. Then Mary suggested something that made Sarah tingle all over.

"Perhaps you can sleep over on the weekend. We can wear diapers together."

"That would be fun. I will ask mom"

"Hey why dont you come over now? I can show you my diapers".

Before she knew it Sarah was standing in Mary's bedroom. She never noticed it before but there was evidence that Mary was a bedwetter too. There was a protector on her bed and bucket in the room that was probably a diaper pail.

Mary opened her closet. In it she saw the same pack of diapers her mom got the day before. They were plain packet marked with the same words "Suitable for older children still needing a full diaper". There was also a pack of the large size pullup training pants.

"I will put a pullup on too". Mary without any shame pulled off her pants and undies and pulled out a training pant and pulled it over her hips.

"Feels better now." Mary pulled her pants back on.

"I am gonna pee pee in mine too" Sarah could hear this and saw her pants expand where the pullup was.

This was just the best, a friend into diapers too. Sarah was already looking forward to the weekend.


Chapter 11 - The sleepover

Mary had already told her mom that Sarah was wearing diapers. Sarah's mom reminded Mary's mom when she took Sarah to the door.

"Jane Sarah has been having a few accidents lately. We have put her back in diapers for a while. I hope that you do not mind. I have put a supply in her bag. Just call me if you need any extra"

"No problem. Mary still wears them herself to bed. Now I will have two diaper girls to look after".

Sarah's mom left and the girls were all alone. Mary did not wait.

"Mommy can you put me in a diaper too? I wanna be just like Sarah." Mary pleaded.

Surprisingl her mom seemed happy to play along. "Sure honey come upstairs girls".

Mary's mom patted Sarah on the bottom "Are you dry there honey?"

"Yeah I just put a fresh diaper on before I came".

Mary was already lying on her bed naked. Sarah could see that she had already peed in her undies that day. There was a big yellow mark in them. Mary's mom rubbed lotion all over her and fastened the diaper betweeen her legs. Mary just put a t-shirt on and a pair of shorts. Like Sarah everytime she moved you could see a glimpse of her diaper.

"Well girls I will leave you to play until dinner is ready. Sarah if you need a change dont be shy about asking. I change Mary all the time." Mary's mom was cool. She left the girls alone to play together.

Later after dinner the girls were playing again. Mary was never shy about anything. "I think I am gonna pee. Do you wanna pee too?"

"Well yeah" Both girls had a funny and curios look on their faces as they sat on the floor peeing their diapers. Sarah could see that Mary's diaper was wet between her legs. Sarah spread her legs too to reveal her wet diaper.

"Can you see me peed diaper?"

"Cool" Mary was enthralled by her friends wet diaper.

For the last hour Sarah had been growing uncomfortable. She also needed to poop. She did not want to do that in front of her friend. She knew that she would not be able to hold it until the next day. Sarah did a little fart. Mary was amused by this.

"Wow you farted. Did you mess your diaper?"

"No but I do need to poop. Do you wanna go too?"

"I dunno. That is a bit yucky. "

"Come on it will be fun".

"Well OK. But you go first."

Sarah sat forward and lifted her butt off the floor. Mary saw with amazement Sarah grunt as she let a mess go in her diaper. Mary leaned forward and squeezed the outside of her friend's swollen but.

"Wow you did a big one in your diaper!"

"Now its your turn"

Mary was on her hands and knees. She looked like a baby crawling along the floor. She closed her eyes and strained hard. Nothing was happening.

"Sometimes this happens. That I need to go and I just cant push it out. I think that I need to get one of those tablet things to help my poopy"

Sarah was curios. Mary returned from the bathroom with a box marked 'Supository'.

"How do they work?"

"You just put it in your bottom and after a while you go poop."

Mary showed her the slippery tablet. She then lowered her pants and diaper exposing her wet bottom. She then pushed her finger with the tablet on it right inside her bottom, pulled on her diaper and shorts and resumed her position on the floor. "It will take a little while"

Sarah was a loving the felling of sitting on a floor in a poopy diaper. This was so babyish. About 10 minuted later Mary groaned.

"Oh it is coming now".

She sat forward on her hands and knees again. Mary could hear the sound of pee coming out. Mary then exploded a huge poop into her diaper. Sarah's own pee pee was tingling at the sight of Mary's diaper expanding and filling right in front of her. Mary had completely filled the seat of her diaper with poopy. Her bottom had sagged right down under the weight of the poop.

Mary sat back down. "That feels better now. I went big poopy".

The two girls sat back down and continued to play in heavily soiled diapers.

"Mom does not like it when I go poopy Sarah. Can you change me?"

This was an offer to good to refuse even if Sarah did have to wipe Mary's poopy bottom "Yeah OK I dont mind. I change my brother and sister all the time. You could not believe some of the poopys Jessie does in her diapers. Mom is worried she will never train."

"You had better change me soon before mom comes, I dont wanna have her know I went poop. I love the feeling of poopy in my diapers!"

Sarah went over to Mary "You like this?". Sarah massaged her diapered butt. Squeezing the poopy in it. Mary squeeled in delight. She obviously liked it.

Mary took off her shorts and laid on her bed. Thankfully when her diaper area was exposed it did not smell to bad and the poop had managed to stay in one big messy ball. Sarah rolled up the diaper and threw it in the diaper bin. Sarah began to gently wipe her friend's bottom off with baby wipes. This was something that Mary loved. When she was all clean Sarah took a fresh diaper ot of the pack.

"Can I get some lotion too. My bottom feels a bit itchy."

Sarah was only too happy to oblige, she took a generous amount of the lotion in her hands and began to massage it into Mary's diaper area. First all over her bottom and then carefully around Mary's pee pee. Mary was becoming much more developed than Sarah was. She was starting to get just a very small amount of hair and her breasts had swollen of her chest just a tiny amount. Sarah also noticed that Mary was enjoying the attention that Sarah had paid to her pee pee. She was breathing a little weird, just like Sarah had when she had touched her own pee pee. A wave of exitement came over Sarah as well.

"Sarah have you ever like..um" Mary was embarassed "like um touched it down there"

Now Sarah was embarassed too. She had always been the shy one unlike Mary. "Well yeah kind of" she admitted.

"I sometimes touch mine too. It feels really good. You wanna do it later?"

"I dunno. I would be too embarassed to do that in front of you."

"Come on it will be fun".

"We will see. I need to get your mom to change me too"

Sarah finnished diapering Mary. Noticing that her pee pee had swollen a bit as she pulled the diaper between her legs.

Just as Mary pulled on her shorts, her mother came in. Noticing the smell of poopy.

"Well someone has a dirty diaper"

"I went poopy" Sarah said.

And so Mary's mom changed Sarah. Both of the girls then went downstairs to watch a movie together.

It was a silly movie. But the girls found it funny and by the end of end of the film they were both tired and wet.

"Come on lets go to bed. I am tired" Mary grabbed Sarah by the hand and took her upstairs wishing her mom a goodnight on the way past.

"Do you girls need a change" Her mom asked.

"No mommy we are both dry" Mary lied. She had a wicked look on her face.

"I wanna change your diaper Sarah"

"Well OK" The thought of her friend changing her diaper was appealing.

As Sarah lay on the bed Mary removed her wet diaper. Sarah did feel shy about Mary seeing her naked but since they were now best friends it did not matter. Mary took a handful of baby wipes and wiped Sarah's diaper area down. It was now Sarah who was breathing heavily.

"I am gonna put some lotion on you too Sarah. This will feel nice."

As Mary rubbed the lotion on her bottom Sarah lost all her care that she was laying naked on her friend's bed fully exposed. Mary then started to rub the lotion on Sarah's pee pee. Sarah moaned in delight as her friend payed too much attention to her pee which for some reason that Sarah did not understand had become warm and damp as she touched it. This had to stop.

"Please dont Mary you are making me feel weird"

"Oh dont be shy. I will take my diaper off and show you how I like to touch myself if you want?"

This was too weird for Sarah. She was too ashamed of this situation, but before she could do anything, Mary had taken off her shorts and her own wet diaper. She then wiped herself down with baby wipes and sat on her bed in front of Sarah.

"See this is how I like to do it" Mary then started to rub her own pee pee down. Sarah noticed that it seemed to swell up as Mary rubbed it on the outside. This only made her own stomach knot. She had butterflies in her tummy now. Mary was touching it with her hand on the outside of her pee, her middle finger was touching it just on the inside.

"Oh it feels so nice. My legs are tingling". Sarah just sat in front of Mary engrossed in what she was doing. Mary was always a naughty girl. Sarah could not control the feeling that were welling up inside her. She started to touch her own pee pee now. Both girls were sitting there pleasuring themselves. Then Sarah could not help herself, she leaned forward and kissed Mary on the forehead. She has kissed some boys before but never any girls. It alway seemed gross to do that but now she did not care. She then kissed Mary on her mouth. It felt amazing. She then positioned herself right in front of Mary and touched Mary's pee pee. Mary was delighted by this. Her whole body started to shake and then she started to touch her own pee again. This time both girls had their hands on Mary's pee. Mary's whole body exploded, it was like she was just about to burst into tears. But now Sarah knew that this was that great feeling that you get from touching yourself.

"Wow that feels good" Mary was breathless. "Now its your turn."

Mary's hand jolted down between Sarah legs and she began to rub her fingers on the inside of Sarah's pee pee. Sarah had never felt anything this good before. This was better than doing it yourself Sarah felt like she was going to explode. She started to touch her pee pee around the outside as Mary touched it inside. Now it was Sarah's turn to explode with pleasure. She fell back from her position and would have screamed if Mary's mom was not so close. The feeling was just the best that she ever had, her whole body was tingling. Mary came and laid next to Sarah. She put her arm around her and they kissed on the mouth again. Sarah placed her hand over Mary's pee and Mary placed her hand over Sarah's pee.

After a minute Sarah started to feel guilty at what they just did. It just did not seem right to have done that thing with another girl. But Sarah put those thoughts out of her mind as she regained her breath.

Then the girls rediapered each other and fell asleep on Mary's bed almost right away. Sarah now had a best diaper friend.

[govinda]

Posted by JaneCarole Fan on October 20, 2007 at 14:31 [65.146.215.225]

While I'm going through old stories from ALori's Wet Panties (a forerunner of Wetset), I may as well put up a few here.

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“A New Story”
Posted by Jacko on March 13, 1998

Nina licked the last of the sticky Mexican pastry from her fingers with a resounding smack. She undid the fastener on her long blond hair and lay back in the chair. She couldn't remember ever being this full. Leaving home had really taught her the value of a good meal; she had polished off every bit of food brought her, and there had been a lot. Her whole group of friends had spared no expense; to finish off an incredible three-day weekend of skiing they had gone out directly from the slopes to the restaurant. Soon the bus would arrive that would take them and the rest of the college students on the trip back to campus, but now was a time for feasting and relaxation.

As the group waited for the waiter to arrive with the check, Nina slowly withdrew from the conversation. She was feeling distracted. It had started out by simply feeling very hot; she, like everyone else, was still wearing her snow pants (she had a pair of snow pants overalls) and her long underwear and panties underneath. But eventually the feeling of discomfort spread from heat to an overall feeling of heaviness. Nina reached for a glass of water and drank about half of it in huge gulps. She had always been taught that most of the time such random attacks of discomfort came from simply being dehydrated. But as she sat the cup down her stomach gave an amazing gurgle as her inner workings shifted around.

Amidst the Mexican decor, the background Mariachi music, and the loudness of her rambunctious friends, Nina suddenly came to the realization that she had to shit very, very badly. She thought for a moment and realized that she hadn't gone since before she left for the skiing trip. She had a sensitive body; this wasn't the first time that during a period of travel her bowel movements had shut down. It was something about the way she was built; when in unfamiliar surroundings for a matter of days she was often less inclined to shit than in normal circumstances. This weekend had been one of those cases. She had been hanging out and partying so much that she hadn't given it any thought.

This time was a little extreme, though. As the full force of the pressure came upon her, her mouth opened and small moan escaped. No one noticed, there was too much going on, but Nina heard herself and began to get a little afraid. There was a huge mass inside her, huge, she could hardly believe its hugeness, and she had to get to a bathroom very quickly. She didn't say anything to her friends, she just got up and walked out of the private room the restaurant had placed the group in. As she walked her snow pants "wssed" against each other with every step. Standing up was really hard. Every instinct in her body was begging her to crouch and expel the load. She walked a bit hunched over, her right hand tugging at the side hem of her pants, fumbling with the material.

As Nina entered the main room of the restaurant she was hit by a huge cramp. No, that's really not true; it wasn't a cramp. Cramps go away after a little bit. This was the feeling of the load beginning its final movement from Nina's body, whether she liked it or not. It was like she had been electro-shocked into a sudden extreme state. One minute she was sitting, enjoying a meal, and the next minute it was time for her to take a dump, whether she had her clothes on or not. Without a single doubt Nina had never experienced the need to shit like this.

Standing hunched over in the middle of the restaurant, her hand now clamped to the area between her ass and her thigh. Nina had begun to shit herself. Nothing had escaped her body yet, but the poop could only stay where it was or go forward at this point, there was no going back. It was Nina's mission to make it stay where it was until she reached the bathroom, which was over ... THERE! She staggered to the unisex bathroom, which was quaintly small. No! There was a woman waiting on line in front of her!

Nina soon discovered that standing still was even harder than walking. She stood behind the woman, trembling just a little bit, the glimmer of tears in her eyes. The poop was starting to force its way out. My God, there was so much! The tip of the moist but firm log was just touching her panties. She would ask the woman if she could cut ahead. She would ask the woman, and she would save herself from going to the bathroom in her pants. Nina opened her mouth. As soon as she began to speak the door burst open, and a man walked out, fastening his belt. Nina was only able to emit a quiet "Uh" sound as the woman walked in the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

Nina heard the sound of the lock turning, and then squatted down slightly and began to poop her pants. She was clenching her ass muscles as tight as they could possibly go, but she just didn't have enough strength. The whole process happened very slowly. She stood bent, her breaths emerging only in tiny gasps, her hands shaking. Every second more of the huge load moved out, stretching the panties away from her butt at first and then, as the poop settled in her seat, simply filling her underwear. Another woman had come to wait on line; Nina looked at her with wild eyes and moved slowly away. Every now and then, as a particularly large amount escaped, her mouth would utter a lost "Oh!" There was very little sound coming from her rear though; aside from the occasional popping noise, it was happening too slowly.

Nina moved slowly down the hall, pooping as she went. The load was snug, kept secure by the long underwear, even though the tremendous size of the load was now forcing some of the poop out of the leg holes of the bulging panties. As the door opened and the original woman came out of the bathroom the final bit of poop, softer and accompanied by a thick farting noise, settled under Nina's smothered cheeks. The snow pants were too baggy and thick to make it apparent, but Nina had shat herself fully. A thin stream of urine pattered out into her pants, and then stopped. It trickled down her leg and some even soaked the top of her wool sock, but this too was masked by her outerwear.

Suddenly Ezra, one of Nina's good friends, bounded around the corner. He was carrying her jacket. "There you are," he said. "We gotta go right now. We didn't realize what time it was. The bus is gonna leave without us!" He looked at Nina's wide eyes. "Are you okay?"

Before Nina could respond the mass of her friends, coated and hatted, appeared and swept her away. One of them bumped into her and pressed into the load; he didn't notice the bulge, Nina was wearing clothing that was too thick, but Nina certainly felt it. Could they smell it? There was a lot of material between her and the air, but it was a pretty goddamn big load. She couldn't believe this was happening. "My God," she thought, "I pooped my pants, I really pooped in my snow pants, and nobody knows." Before, Nina had been taking small, slightly waddling steps, but now she was forced into taking normal strides. Part of the load squished between her legs as she walked, and it was also pushed back by her thighs, forcing the poop up into her crack. As the group stepped outside, into (thank God) fresh air, Nina resisted the temptation to keep a hand at her backside.

They reached the bus soon. Aside from her friends few students had gone on the trip, and she was able to get a seat by herself. She placed her huge hiking backpack between herself and the aisle. Then she eyed the seat. She would have to sit down. She would have to park herself in her poopy snow pants and wait for the ride to be over. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. Her hand felt the huge mass under her pants. She wanted to cry.

"Whoa. Smells like someone had too many Mexican beans," came a voice from behind her. Terrified, Nina quickly sat. "Huuhhgh, " she grunted as the poop oozed up the sides of her panties and thighs. Nina could only feel like the section of her body from her abdomen to her thighs was in a container filled with her own poop. She shifted around a little, getting used to the gooshy sensation. It would be a long ride back.

[govinda]

Posted by CFW on April 15, 1999 at 07:48

The Tutu Poo-poo

That's incredulous Amy thought when Beth first told her. Ballerinas don't just blantantly wet themselves like that if they happen to get caught short. Do they? Yet there was Beth squated in the wings with a puddle beneath her on the floor.

The more Amy thought about it the more turned on she had become with her own need to pee. It had been one of those weeks at the Royal Ballet Academy, quite grueling. Friday night, a few of the girls had been out clubing and now it was time to leave in order for Amy to catch the last train.

Amy was rather petite at five foot two and just one hundred five pounds. Her short stature probably accounted for a preferance toward very high heeled shoes, favourites being black lace up platform ankle boots or the four inch black pumps she was wearing tonight with her also favoured tight black mini dress.

With her generous allowance Amy enjoyed indulging herself in expensive sexy underwear like the high cut black panties and matching contour bra she had on. Not to mention the black stay up nylon stockings pulled right up to the moistened crotch of her panties, their fancy sculpted tops barely covered by the short dress.

Yes Amy was beautiful, her lustrious jet black hair, usually pulled back flat against her skull into a braided ponytail which hung nearly to her waist, was parted in the middle hanging freely tonight. Pulling her back emphasized her exquisite annular shaped head with large dark brown eyes, a cute little nose and multi pierced rounded ears.

Every visage of her contenance fit together ideally, although the most sensuous feature was her mouth with a slight overbite on otherwise perfect teeth and full pouty lips. The dark eye makeup and lipsticks she used gave Amy a mysteriously alluring look that was quite compelling.

Likewise, Amy's body was also flawless. Her diminutive stature wasn't due to short stubby legs as she had a rather long inseam for her height. Her breasts although a bit small were perfectly shaped to suite her slenderly built upper body. Her lower body was only slightly disportionate with muscular dancer's legs and globular derriere that stuck out pleasingly.

Amy knew the guys looked at her, especially her sexy buns and thighs which she loved to show off in overly short skirts and tight blue jeans. Her most admired body part could also be cause for dismay. If she allowed herself to gain even a few pounds they went straight to her butt and upper thighs. Though with a strict diet and heavy dance schedual Amy was nothing except solid shapely muscles.

She had left the club without using the washroom and made the last train home. She couldn't get the image of Beth deliberately wetting herself out of her mind. With needing to pee becoming urgent now Amy was suprised to be so sexually aroused. She sat bumping her knees together with a hand pressed between her legs. Mmmmmmmmm it felt soooo good.

Out of the station Amy hurried the few blocks to her flat and rode the lift up, bouncing around with a hand still clamped under her short dress. Instead of going into her apartment she turned left to a seldom used area off the main hallway of the converted factory.

The tiny dress rode up exposing the tops of her stockings and panties as she squated with her legs spread out wide. She gathered her long hair bending forward to watch the golden stream rush through her panties onto the floor between her feet. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! The feeling was incredible.

Amy hurried into her flat kicking off her shoes and droping her dress on the floor as she got into bed. Laying on her stomach she shoved a hand down the front of her wet panties onto her clean shaven cunt. Inserting a finger onto her swollen clitoris she began to masterbate. Amy screamed into her pillow as she came in one of the best orgasms she ever had.

Being rather conceited, Amy's large ego woudn't allow her to admit it. Over the past few months she had not become the top ballerina at the Academy. She had however become top panty wetter. Hardly a performance or a practice went by where she hadn't wet herself. She peed her panties in the pub, on the street, the train and in her bed. Amy hardly used a toilet at all anymore.

It had been another tough week prepairing for a benefit show so the girls went straight to the pub. Amy just threw on a light weight black leather jacket over her dance clothes along with her black lace up platforms. She splurged a bit slipping off her diet for fish and chips and two pints of beer. Not much of a drinker the beer weighed heavy on her bladder, she had to hold herself all the way hurrying to the station.

Amy planned to pee on the ride home not wanting to stop now because she was late and feared missing the last train. But she had a major problem. Her bowels were full, she could feel a hard poop moving down into possition and pushing on her back door. She would have to use the toilet on the train but had to relieve some of the pressure now in order to make it. So she stopped on the street, spread her legs and wet her panties.

The long braid bounced off her back as she ran, just boarding on time. Amy soon discovered that there wasn't a toilet on this train. She knew there was no way she could hold out until she got home and was going to poop in her panties. She went to the rearward door of the nearly empty coach and stood there with her legs slightly apart.

Amy was wearing high waist panties, and over top of her thick white tights wore a grey nylon-spandex body suit which similar to her panties had contoured thigh sculps in front and substancial material in back. The grey crinolin like dance skirt jutting outward didn't completely cover her bottom so that would be a problem although the leather coat fitted snug at the waist overhanging her hips and half her bum held it doen somewhat.

Spoiled brat that she was the last time Amy had pooped her panties was when she was thirteen, deliberately doing so in the car to get her own way. Her bowel habits were such that she only went once or twice a week at most and those were good solid motions which were fairly substancial for someone her size. But when she had to go, she really had to go.

Gripping the hand rail Amy gave up the fight to control her poor quivering sphincter muscle and relaxed. Her pink oriface opened up like a flower around a thick brown log that slowly stretched out the seat of her white panties a few inches before halting in it's journey with the resistance of her clothing.

No one looking her way she bent over slightly at the waist flexing her tummy muscles, caught her breath and gave a push. HHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUMMMMMMMFFF! With a soft crackling sound the solid six inch sausage nudged it's way into the seat of her panties. Amy's breath rate picked up, she was getting excited now, shitting in her panties was even better than pisssing them.

HHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUMMMMMFFFF! Amy gathered her breath and pushed again sending another firm turd into her panties. She could feel them bulging now. God it felt sooo good. A guy at the front of the coach looked her way but she didn't care, she had to touch it. It felt huge! Then she pushed again.

One last long hard push. NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHH! Amy felt pressure against her hand as the seat of her body suit rapidly tented outwards. The guy up front had turned away. She quickly moved a hand into her wet crotch. Oooooohhh, she had to get home right now.

Amy burst into her apartment throwing off her coat and purse as she rushed to the bedroom. Her face buried in the pillow she came in a screaming climax.. She had had sex with both men and women in many different situations but never did she have an orgasm like this one. The earth moved.

She vaguely remembered taking out her braid and removing her boots before crawling under the covers and falling into an exhausted sleep. But waking up fully clothed with a hard load of poop in her panties and a desperate need to pee brought back other vivd memories as she fingered herself while completely saturating the bed.

Monday afternoon Amy shit herself again while lazing about watching television. She had on a white bra and panties,tee shirt and grey track pants. She just pushed a small load into her panties while she lounged on the sofa, wet herself and headed for the bedroom. Again it was wonderful but next time she wanted to do it in public.

That next time turned out to be the following Friday, the day of the charity benefit for which they had been rehearsing. Amy hadn't gone since Monday and her tummy had been bloated since yesterday. During the afternoon she had felt pressure against her anus and knew she would need to make a bowel movement soon.

Wearing nothing underneath them her pink leotards were covered up by spandex panties that were attached to the beaded pink bodice as part of her dance costume under a flairing pink tutu. The show had begun. Amy's rosy sphincter twitched then the orb began to swell as the knob of a large brown turd appeared in the opening.

She hesitated drawing it back in. Could she? Would she dare infront of this crowd of society snobs? Just one of the chorus, Amy did not have a major part in this review. Her descision made she relaxed in order to let it happen.

But as the show progressed, imperative as Amy's need to take a shit was, it refused to come out more than an inch or so on it's own. And now was the Coda, the final set, she was on the end of the chorus line in backup to the duet finally. It was the the pretty ballerina's last chance.

She did a pass de valse into a croise' devant, one foot turned infront of the other, knees bent holding position. She caught her breath and strained. HHHHHHHHHUUUUUUMMMMMFF! Her face blushed slightly with the effort. She heard a barely audible plfplfplf sound as the huge stump of shit moved through her pink oriface and into her leotards. She did a pirouette. Could the audience see the lump under her tutu, she hoped so.

Down on one knee into a held position Amy did a hard all out red faced push. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNRRRRRRGGGGG! Paul positioned next to her looked over as a mousy little fart followed by soft crackling noises announced the arrival of another six inch turd sliding into the pile already in the seat of her leotards. They were bulging noticably now but Amy wasn't yet finished.

A series of chaines across stage to the opposite side and into a point stance. Amy half wondered if Paul knew. It didn't matter, she gathered her breath for another effort. HHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUGGGGNNNN! More tiny farts, poof poof and then plfplfplf another log was forced out. And then another. Two more pushes just to be sure and Amy was all done pooping in her tutu.

Each effort had been accompanied by a squirt of urine into Amy's leotards. Her sex juices were flowing so that by the end of the performance there was a noticable wet spot in the crotch of the pink costume panties under her tutu to go along with the massive pear shaped protrussion in back. Immediately after last curtain Amy found a quite corner and squated to releave her bladder through her ballerina outfit.

Leaving on her pink brasier and shit filled leotards, her hair still in a tight bun on top her head, Amy slipped into a pair of faded blue jeans that were tight enough to show a balooning bulge that had Beth intrigued. She put on a tee shirt, Boots and leather jacket leaving for the pub with some of the cast members.

Paul must have been intrigued as well the way he had suddenly started paying extra attention to her. But he could chat her up all he wanted. As much as Amy might enjoy having sex with Paul she had other plans for this evening that didn't include him. It would be straight home alone and into her bed.

The wine she had drank went right through her. I really have to go now she said squeesing her muscular thighs together. Then Amy got up, threw her dance bag over her shoulder and left for the train station.

[winterzpoop]

These stories are beyond fantastic and thank you very much for sharing, the story about the sleepover was my favorite kind of story and I would love to read more like that in the future.

[spandexman]

Thanks.

CFW was one of the best.

[govinda]

Posted by CFW on December 21, 1999 at 07:21

Panty Poo In Timbuktu

George had been with her all afternoon totally unaware that Leslie had a big turd in the seat of her panties. He never would have known either had he not snuck a peek up her short skirt when she climbed the steps to her home, carelessly bending to retrive droped keys, for that instant forgetting that she had shit her panties, and this after having been so careful.

Suddenly remembering, Leslie quickly straightened up while tugging at the back of her skirt, cursing herself for having worn it so short. But when she looked around George was already walking to his car, he waved goodby over the roof before getting and driving away. Leslie breathed a sigh of relief as she went in, having made it home without being found out. It probably wouldn't be the best thing for their budding relationship if he found out that his sixteen year old girlfriend still had an accidents in her panties.

Seeing what Leslie had done, George had quickly turned away saving them both a moment of embarrassment. He had seen it alright, but couldn't believe that Leslie had actually shit herself. She is so incredibly beautiful, he must be mistaken. Turning the first corner from Leslie's house he stopped at the curb, leaning over to where she had sat and sniffed the car seat. There was a definate odour of shit detectable, the seat was also damp and another faint smell told him that Leslie had pissed herself as well.

Leslie ran straight up to her bedroom and closed the door examining herself in the mirror. She had to see if her mess was readily detectable, if anyone could tell that she had crapped herself and again wished that her light summer wrap skirt wasn't so short. The full length mirror angled back slightly gave a bit of an upward view. Leslie's face flushed a little when she saw the knob of the bottom end of her poo saging her pink panties down an inch or so between her legs.

Also, at the upper cresent of her rounded butt cheeks there was a visable lump in the back of her skirt. She undid the ties, removing her skirt to inspect her panties. Her stool was quite large, about eight inches long, and over two inches thick. It was really solid, having remained in one huge piece stuck in the cleft of her ass, laying all the way from the gusset of her high cut pink briefs up toward the waist band.

With it's realitive dryness the dark brown poop didn't stain through the seat of her panties, although in the front there were several irregular patterned yellow-brown rings from the three times she had peed in them. The big log in Leslie's panties looked like an English cucumber formed into an elongated "C" up the crack of her bum. She took off her shoes and the tight dark pink halter top she had on and went into the batroom in her pink panties and bra.

When Leslie pulled down her panties her long shit stayed in them and she was able to just tip it into the toilet, flushing it away in two tries. Inside the seat of her panties were only slightly stained. She washed them out in the sink, then squating in the tub thoroughly cleaned herself before running a bubble bath. Soaking in the tub Leslie thought back through the day remembering her accident and carefull efforts to not be discovered.

When George got home he went directly to his room. Laying on the bed he tried to piece together his day with Leslie, attempting to pinpoint exactly when she had crapped in her panties and found it odd that he was hard. He thought about how pretty she is, short, and though a bit chubby her body is smooth and shapely. Her light brown hair cut to shoulder length, Leslie has big brown eyes and a large bright smile. She is beautiful George thought shoving a hand into his pants.

He thought of how she was dressed. He could see a bit of cleavage, and her bra straps showed in the the tight pink halter top she wore. Her little skirt had a light brown background with big flowers on it that were dark brown, beige and white, with a few shades of maron and pink. She wore brown chunky high heeled sandals with many little straps from her painted toes to over her ankles, and carried a little brown leather purse across her shoulder military style.

George mulled over every incident of the day from when he picked her up and they drove to the world theme park, till he dropped her off and he saw the big shit in the seat of her panties. He remembered her needing to go to the bathroom around eleven but deciding to wait till after they ate because of the lineups. She seemed desperate just before it rained he remembered. The rain came on quick and they were stuck under an awning in the Timbuktu theme area during the down pour that lasted no more than twenty minutes.

Leslie was shivering and he thought she was cold although the day was really warm. He held her and remembered that she seemed jumpy and nervous, very fidgety and shaking periodically. That's when she must have done it George reasoned, because now that he thought about it Leslie didn't need to go to the bathroom any more after that and she kept fussing with the back of her tiny skirt. Wow! She shit her panties right in front of me he thought. Ahhh aaaaaahhh! George came in his hand.

Leslie needed to make a bowel movement the day before but nervousness due to this date with George had her constapated. In the morning she could feel a big hard turd inside of her, right at her bum hole and tried to go, even pulling her bum cheeks apart while leaning forward and straining, but it still wouldn't come out. She could even touch it with her finger, maybe it's just because it was so large that she was having problems going Leslie had figured.

On the drive there and after walking around for a few hours Leslie felt that she could go poop now and also had to pee but the lineups to the toilets were incredibly long so she decided to wait. After eating she knew that she would be able to go for sure, the burger, fries and coke she consumed had did the trick. And now she thought that she was going to go in her panties as they tried to find a washroom where the line wasn't so long.

It was sunny and hot before the rain suddenly came up, sunny and hot after as well. Walking up to Timbucktu Leslie could feel the huge poop already in her opening, ever so slowly
moving toward her panties. She tried but couldn't stop it and and if they didn't find a washroom, like right away, that is where her big turd was going to end up. She had pooped her panties lots of times before, as recently as last week at school, but she sure didn't want George to know that.

When the clouds burst and theywere stuck under an awning Leslie knew that it was too late. Like it or not she was going to shit in her panties, the only question was could she do it infront of George without him knowing. Leslie tried to relax and just let it come out. Her log was large, solid and dry, and seemed to take forever. Her bum ring was stretched to the maximum, and she squirmed around trying to find the most comfortably position but the urge to push was almost overpowering.

Her panties were a spandex-lycra material which is highly stretchable, even so Leslie's poop was eventually halted by their resistance. She snuck a feel and was shocked at it's size, her panties were stretched out tent pole like, inches beyond what her short skirt could cover. She somehow had to work it up into the crack of her ass in order to hide it under her skirt.

Someone hollering at George provided a diversion. Leslie quickly reached with both hands working the solid turd upwards in the seat of her panties as she held her breath, flexed her belly and pushed, all at the same time. She could feel it moving again, snaking out and up into her bum crack inside her panties. It took several secretive pushes while George was busy yelling across to another person trapped in the rain before Leslie's huge shit was completely exited and nestled firmly in the seat of her panties hidden from view up under her short skirt.

She had another problem as well. Straining to empty her bowels caused Leslie to lose several squirts of pee. The front of her panties were saturated and Leslie felt as if the flood gates were about to open. With George's back still to her while he talked to the other guy, Leslie took a chance. She parted her legs a little bit and let go a stream of piss, just enough to take the pressure off, then quickly wiped the crotch of her panties with her hand.

A bit later, finding herself alone between racks of clothes Leslie had the opertunity to fully relieve herself. She spread her legs out wide and pissed through her panties for nearly a minute, leaving quite a large puddle on the floor.
And then later sitting at a picnic table peed on the grass as George stood in line to get them some refreshments. Leslie spent the remainder of the day enjoying her date while trying to be extra careful about sitting and bending in such a short skirt.

Leslie got out of the tub and dressed in clean underwear, a white teeshirt and grey sweat pants, going downstairs to watch television. That's the last accident I'm going to have she resolved, thinking about how on edge she had been all afternoon. But it was a short lived resolution because three days later comming home from school, Leslie crapped her panties on the bus.

[govinda]

Posted by CFW on December 08, 1998 at 08:40

Melissa's Jubilee

It was the last night of their stay in Vegas, Dan had them booked for the seven oclock Jubilee with reservations in the steakhouse before the show. Melissa had been constipated for the past two days which always depressed her, but she awoke this morning with the urge to go and it had been building all day. By the time she was dressing for supper it was starting to become desperate and Melissa was getting excited.

For this occasion she was wearing black silken panties which had a high waist, contoured up the front thigh but with a substancial amount of material in the seat which she knew was going to be needed. She had on a lacy black bra to match and black tights. The shiny black shoes she wore had four inch heels and Melissa took a while standing in her underwear studying herself in the mirror before finishing dresssing.

Exquisite though she may be, some men might find it difficult to live with a self centered woman who constantly fussed over herself. Or perhaps they might think it sad that one so beautiful would allow the thrust of her life to become centered around pooping in her panties. But Dan was more than glad to have a woman such as she and grew hard looking at her looking at herself.

Melissa had one hand pressed tight to her crotch holding back her pee as Dan zipped up the back of her dress. The expensive outfit she had purchased especially for this night was a stunning dress that was very short falling just three inches below her crotch. It was sleeveless with a rounded neck line which showed a bit of her cleavage. The matching jacket, also black with black velvet flowers, lapel and pocket flaps, buttoned once at the waist and hung the same length as the dress.

She had her blond hair in a french braid tied low at the neck with a black velvet band and wore her regular array of jewelry, many gold ear rings, necklaces, braclets and a ring on just about every finger. Finally ready to leave Melissa stowed her purse under her arm and they headed for the elevators, her hand still clamped up under her short skirt. Dan couldn't believe how incredably sexy his beautiful wife looked.

Waiting at the elevators Melissa crossed her knees sqeesing her thighs together as she bobbed up and down, her hand already becoming wet. She stepped inside, the doors hadn't even closed when she turned so that Dan could watch, hiked up her dress and with her legs spread immediately peed a heavy stream through her clean panties and pantyhose. After about a minute or so her flow died down to a dribble leaving a flood on the floor of the elevator. She gave Dan a kleenex from her puse to wipe her crotch and thighs.

The large meal in the steakhouse increased the pressure on Melissa's bowels and her nervous antics were a clear indication that she had become quite desperate to shit. God Dan she she said, hissing through clenched white teeth, I don't think I can hold out until we get in the theater. Melissa's ass was sweating now, her sphincter muscles twitching on the brink and then suddenly they gave up. Ohh Dan, I can't hold it she hissed.

Dan paid the bill and they left the restaurant walking through the casino enroute to the theater. Melissa's bum hole had opened up to the maximum as the massive slug of shit within her bowels began to move toward her panties. She was opened so wide that it actually hurt and she wanted to touch herself. Men's heads turned as this vision of loveliness passed by, if only they knew, what would they think.

Melissa was breathing heavily as they took their seats, the huge brown head of her bowel movement halted in it's progess against her panties. Before dressing she had inserted a finger, her load was hard as a rock, with it's size and being relatively dry was not going to pass easily or quietly. Her cunt was getting moist with anticipation, this was Melissa's absolute favourite way to shit her panties in public.

The show had begun, no longer able to stand it Melissa lifted the back of her dress and moved to the edge of her seat. Canting herself forward with her forarms on her knees she lifted her ass from the seat and with a tone of pure exilleration in her voice said ahhh I'm pooping my panties. Those words where quickly followed by AAAARRRRRGGGGH, as she tightened up her belly and bore down for all she was worth in the darkened theater.

Hardly noticable over the confussion on stage Dan heard her straining HUUNNGGH HUUNNGGH AAARRGGH AAARRGGH to force it out. The hard brown monster two and a half inches in diameter moved out six inches into her panties with that familiar crackling sound before breaking off. Melissa's bossom heaved from the exertion. Her eyes were closed, her head down, her sex juices flowing.

HUUUGGGGHHH! HUUUGGGHHH! ARRRGGGGHH! she strained again, holding her breath in order to pit her diaphram and abdominal muscles against the shit in her bowels. Pfpfpfpfpf, six more inches of hard thick dark brown poop crowded into her panties. She reached back to feel the load giving a sensual aaahhh of approval before catching her breath once more. HUUUMMMMFF, ARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHH! and pfpfpfpfpf a huge slightly less solid mass was pushed into the seat of her panties.

By this time Melissa had her hand under her skirt working her pussy. There was some murmuring in the row behind them.
A good looking woman sitting next to her kept repeating oh my god, oh my god. Melissa looked up at her and smilled taking another deep breath then pushed. NNNUUUUUUGGGGHH!
The load of shit in her panties now stretched them and her tights to the maximum.

But the woman didn't leave, her hand rubbing herself as Melissa was doing. And then eyes closed, mouth wide open, Melissa came, ah aah aaahhh, Dan exploiding into his pants at the same time. The woman beside her, who later approached and huged her and who had a suspicious bulge in the seat of her own skirt, came as well.

Because of it's solidness and the way she was sitting while pooping herself, the first log had pushed up into her panties almost to the waist band. It lodged between the cheeks of her well formed butt and remained there until Dan changed her. The second massive turd moved under the first tenting her panties outward five inches so that when she stood the back of her dress at the hem line was pulled snug across the protrusion. In the bottom of her panties was a big lumpy ball the size of an orange which saged her panties downward and was quite visable below her short dress if veiwed from a slightly lowered angle.

Melissa delicately sat herself back onto the massive load drawing air between her teeth as she felt the hardness of it against her. Contented she watched the rest of the show revelling in the wonderful smell of her own shit and pleased with her accomplishment.

They filed out after the show with the rest of the throng, Dan one step behind where he could taste her odour and watch where the shit in her panties lifted out her skirt as it swayed side to side with her steps. He watched Melissa's hand touching back there checking her prise as she walked out.

Outside the doors Melissa pulled him aside to a relitively quite corner where she could piss. She placed both hands on a railing over looking the casino, bent over spreading her legs and splashed a stream of urine into the carpet between her feet.

They spent the remainder of the evening playing the slots, gambling and drinking at the bar as any normal couple would do. Toward the end of the night Melissa was holding her crotch again before finally releaving herself near the backarack tables. The couple finally returned to their suite in the wee hours of the morning.

Melissa had slept in loaded panties on more occassions than one could count but they had an early flight so she reluctantly conceeded that Dan had to change her now. She threw her hand bag on the bed, removed her jacket, dropping it to the floor and went into the bathroom. With a finger in her mouth and a pouty look on her face she said Melissa did a big poo poo and needs her panties changed. She then sheepishly turned her back to show him her mess.

Dan reached down lifting the mini dress away from her loaded panties. Melissa did a really big poo poo he said pressing his hand into the mound, what a good girl and she hissed her approval. He undid the back of her dress slipping it to the floor so she could step out of it. The black panties she wore under her tights were of a highly stretchable material that followed the bulging contours of the shit load contained within them.

Her panties saged down and outwards at the bottom in a lumpy brown ball. Just above that part of her mess was a protrusion of hard shit pushing them out five inches from her ass hole and an even larger log stuck up into her crack. This was the largest crap Melissa had done in her panties in a long time.

With one hand up to her face, thumb in mouth, the other exploring her genital region, Melissa watched in the mirror as Dan carefully drew her pantyhose over the load in her panties. He pulled them down to her ankles removing them along with her shoes, his face at her backside taking in the smell of stale shit.

Then he took off her panties noting that for the amount of crap they containedthe weight wasn't excessive due to it's realitive dryness. There was dried poop caked to her bum from her hairless crotch right up the crack of her gorgeous ass but it was not a lot.

Dan dropped her loaded panties to the floor and she stepped out of them, looking almost sad as he dumped her poop in the toilet and flushed it away. The brown shit stain in the seat of her black panties was not that bad considering what had been sitting in them for the past five hours. He ran her bath and while she soaked washed her dirty underwear in the sink and hung them to dry.

Melissa lay face down on the bed while Dan massaged baby oil into her sweet buns. After an hour of really great sex he helped into her pink panties and nightie and they lay in each others arms until they feel asleep. But just before doing so Dan felt that wonderful wet warmth as Melissa peed on him in the bed.