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    I went to the grocery store really early this morning. I like to do that because the store isn't as full and the lines are not as long. In fact, just about the only other shoppers were some old folks who must be early risers and came in on the Handi-Van.

    The thing is: I went there so early that I had not yet made my morning load. By the time I was standing in line I was just aching with it, and, as they say, the turd was "pushing fabric." Just for your info, the fabric in question was my big enormous white nylon full-briefs, real "middle-age gal" kind of undies. I was wearing a too-tight pair of black spandex pants (dreadfully slutty visible panty line, I must admit) and a gray sweatshirt too.

    So I thought about how the bathroom was in the back of the store. Of course I could always put my sutff in the car and hurry back inside to use the bathroom, but then I thought, hmmmm.... In front of me was an old lady with shaky hands. In back of me was an even older guy on a respirator, attended by a caregiver who lacked like she was probably quite a tramp in real life. And if the caregiver looked like a tramp, then t he check-out girl was definitely one, since she used to work at a local bar and everyone knows that any guy with a pulse can get in her pants.

    So I thought, I'll bet every one of these people has had their pants full at some point in the last year.

    So I figured I was in good company and just relaxed, dropped the morning mud in my big old undies and felt a tremendous sense of relief.

    No one seemed to notice.

    As I waddled across the parking lot with my bag of groceries, it came to my mind that my boyfriend was at my house, having spent the night. He isn't turned on by this stuff, but he knows that I do it sometimes -- actually, he knows that I do it a lot. So I figured he would just have to live with it.

    I sat down on the driver's seat and felt that familiar soft explosion in my underpants as everything went squish.

    Drove home feeling HOT.

    My boyfriend was a little bit surprised, but only a little. He has seen me do it before.

    So I took a shower, threw the clothes in the wash, and proceeded with my day.

  • #2
    why not me???

    Originally posted by Maria
    I went to the grocery store really early this morning. I like to do that because the store isn't as full and the lines are not as long. In fact, just about the only other shoppers were some old folks who must be early risers and came in on the Handi-Van.

    The thing is: I went there so early that I had not yet made my morning load. By the time I was standing in line I was just aching with it, and, as they say, the turd was "pushing fabric." Just for your info, the fabric in question was my big enormous white nylon full-briefs, real "middle-age gal" kind of undies. I was wearing a too-tight pair of black spandex pants (dreadfully slutty visible panty line, I must admit) and a gray sweatshirt too.

    So I thought about how the bathroom was in the back of the store. Of course I could always put my sutff in the car and hurry back inside to use the bathroom, but then I thought, hmmmm.... In front of me was an old lady with shaky hands. In back of me was an even older guy on a respirator, attended by a caregiver who lacked like she was probably quite a tramp in real life. And if the caregiver looked like a tramp, then t he check-out girl was definitely one, since she used to work at a local bar and everyone knows that any guy with a pulse can get in her pants.

    So I thought, I'll bet every one of these people has had their pants full at some point in the last year.

    So I figured I was in good company and just relaxed, dropped the morning mud in my big old undies and felt a tremendous sense of relief.

    No one seemed to notice.

    As I waddled across the parking lot with my bag of groceries, it came to my mind that my boyfriend was at my house, having spent the night. He isn't turned on by this stuff, but he knows that I do it sometimes -- actually, he knows that I do it a lot. So I figured he would just have to live with it.

    I sat down on the driver's seat and felt that familiar soft explosion in my underpants as everything went squish.

    Drove home feeling HOT.

    My boyfriend was a little bit surprised, but only a little. He has seen me do it before.

    So I took a shower, threw the clothes in the wash, and proceeded with my day.

    I'm frustrated, VERY frustrated... best "things" always happen to people that don't care..... WHYYYYYYY NOT MEEEEEEEEEEEE???????????
    Please, Maria, try to learn a little bit of french and come in belgium!

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    • #3
      The best women live so far away

      God you are such a wonderful find!

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      • #4
        A Nice Experience Yoy Had ! !

        Maria ,

        It's not often I read this Forum about pantie & Diaper pooping ! Though when Your name caught my attention . while looking over all the other Forums on here . I thought that I should read what you had posted on here .

        Since I never have experience this type of fun before . Though I'm still a little unsure of what to think about it all . In my respects . To my pee fetish , pantie wetting fetish . Plus others interests I had . I never knew you were into this type of experience Until just now . I'm glad I had read your account of pooping in your panties
        That you have enjoyed this type of activity for some time now . That I really enjoyed reading about what you had done . You describing how it all felt . Plus how you thought of just doing it for the Heck of it . Because it was so fun to do ! Especially in public . I must say , '' Way To Go Maria ! You did Great ! ! "

        I do appreciate it very much for sharing this on here . Hope to read more of these experiences again .

        Thank You

        Dusty Harold

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        • #5
          I've been into it since I was a kid. My older brother used to try to beg, bribe or persuade his dorky little sister to do weird stuff, because he knew it was easy to talk me into trying crazy things. One day when we were walking home from school and I needed the bathroom he draed me to just go in my pants, so I did. After that, when we were out in the oak groves behind our house and playing, he would try to talk me into it, sometimes with success. After a while I had to admit to myself that it felt good, so it wasn't that hard to talk me into it anymore. I did it from the time I was about 6 till I was about 10, then socialization and peer groups set in like they do at that age, and I stopped. But there was a time, when I was maybe 8, that I was actually doing it as often as once a week. My mother caught me many times and, being the staunch Catholic that she was, thought I was "possessed by demons" or something.

          I didn't do it again until that time I have talked about, after my divorce when I was in my late 30s and started experimenting with all my sexual fantasies. I remembered those childhood days and thought, "Hmmmm.... I wonder if that was a sexual thing but I was just too young to recognize it as such." So I gave it a try.

          Definitely a sexual thing!

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          • #6
            Originally posted by Maria
            I've been into it since I was a kid. My older brother used to try to beg, bribe or persuade his dorky little sister to do weird stuff, because he knew it was easy to talk me into trying crazy things. One day when we were walking home from school and I needed the bathroom he draed me to just go in my pants, so I did. After that, when we were out in the oak groves behind our house and playing, he would try to talk me into it, sometimes with success. After a while I had to admit to myself that it felt good, so it wasn't that hard to talk me into it anymore. I did it from the time I was about 6 till I was about 10, then socialization and peer groups set in like they do at that age, and I stopped. But there was a time, when I was maybe 8, that I was actually doing it as often as once a week. My mother caught me many times and, being the staunch Catholic that she was, thought I was "possessed by demons" or something.

            I didn't do it again until that time I have talked about, after my divorce when I was in my late 30s and started experimenting with all my sexual fantasies. I remembered those childhood days and thought, "Hmmmm.... I wonder if that was a sexual thing but I was just too young to recognize it as such." So I gave it a try.

            Definitely a sexual thing!

            There is a rare jewel somewhere in the world far,..FAR from belgium,... this jewel is called MARIA!!!!

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            • #7
              Maria, under that black spandex no one may have noticed the bulge...but the smell of a messy Latina had to be incredible! Thanks for sharing.

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              • #8
                You evil temptress

                Hi Maria,

                Good to read from you and to hear that you have not lost that slutiness and that your bf has accpeted that kinky side of yours.

                I very love that "mud" metaphore you were using I'm wondering if the people behind you at the checkout did not notice, something tells me I would have lost it if I had

                Sounds like a great way to spend you sunday morning just thinking of this soft explosion give me the chills!

                Have a good weekend

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                • #9
                  Question

                  Originally posted by Maria
                  I went to the grocery store really early this morning. I like to do that because the store isn't as full and the lines are not as long. In fact, just about the only other shoppers were some old folks who must be early risers and came in on the Handi-Van.

                  The thing is: I went there so early that I had not yet made my morning load. By the time I was standing in line I was just aching with it, and, as they say, the turd was "pushing fabric." Just for your info, the fabric in question was my big enormous white nylon full-briefs, real "middle-age gal" kind of undies. I was wearing a too-tight pair of black spandex pants (dreadfully slutty visible panty line, I must admit) and a gray sweatshirt too.

                  So I thought about how the bathroom was in the back of the store. Of course I could always put my sutff in the car and hurry back inside to use the bathroom, but then I thought, hmmmm.... In front of me was an old lady with shaky hands. In back of me was an even older guy on a respirator, attended by a caregiver who lacked like she was probably quite a tramp in real life. And if the caregiver looked like a tramp, then t he check-out girl was definitely one, since she used to work at a local bar and everyone knows that any guy with a pulse can get in her pants.

                  So I thought, I'll bet every one of these people has had their pants full at some point in the last year.

                  So I figured I was in good company and just relaxed, dropped the morning mud in my big old undies and felt a tremendous sense of relief.

                  No one seemed to notice.

                  As I waddled across the parking lot with my bag of groceries, it came to my mind that my boyfriend was at my house, having spent the night. He isn't turned on by this stuff, but he knows that I do it sometimes -- actually, he knows that I do it a lot. So I figured he would just have to live with it.

                  I sat down on the driver's seat and felt that familiar soft explosion in my underpants as everything went squish.

                  Drove home feeling HOT.

                  My boyfriend was a little bit surprised, but only a little. He has seen me do it before.

                  So I took a shower, threw the clothes in the wash, and proceeded with my day.


                  Just curious what is the biggest load you have ever had in your panties?

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                  • #10
                    Yawn

                    stories are a bore, mostly written by men pretending to be girls. where are the amateur videos? Since all these paid videos have been coming out of the woodwork, nobody shares their own or their being muscled out.

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                    • #11
                      Originally posted by zopiumz2000
                      stories are a bore, mostly written by men pretending to be girls. where are the amateur videos? Since all these paid videos have been coming out of the woodwork, nobody shares their own or their being muscled out.
                      Oooh nooo... please ...... where is your proof???

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                      • #12
                        For women, it's the videos that are a bore. There used to be a lot more of us here, but the video guys kind of killed it for us.

                        This may be difficult to believe, but ordinary folks don't go around taking videos of every moment of their lives.

                        CLUE: Women like to RELATE to people. To do that, you have to TALK to people.

                        When are the video guys going to figure this out?

                        And by the way, if you were willing to SHARE instead of just selfishly whining for someone to give you more free eye candy, you might actually have a girlfriend.

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                        • #13
                          Originally posted by zopiumz2000
                          stories are a bore, mostly written by men pretending to be girls. where are the amateur videos? Since all these paid videos have been coming out of the woodwork, nobody shares their own or their being muscled out.
                          Shut the hell up.

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                          • #14
                            Originally posted by Maria
                            For women, it's the videos that are a bore. There used to be a lot more of us here, but the video guys kind of killed it for us.

                            This may be difficult to believe, but ordinary folks don't go around taking videos of every moment of their lives.

                            CLUE: Women like to RELATE to people. To do that, you have to TALK to people.

                            When are the video guys going to figure this out?

                            And by the way, if you were willing to SHARE instead of just selfishly whining for someone to give you more free eye candy, you might actually have a girlfriend.
                            Right on, and thank you!!

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                            • #15
                              Thanks, Jane Carole Fan.

                              Since I deal with that kind of hostility all the time, let me explain a few things. Let us suppose that you open a thread, and that it raves about a "really hot video." Then suppose that you open it, and there is some teenage guy with a shaky cell phone camera taking bad pictures of a 14-year-old boy who is crying because he shit in his pants. Would you be aroused? I doubt it.

                              If you substitute the word "girl" for "boy" in the paragraph above, you will understand why adult heterosexual women are not impressed with your "real hot videos."

                              And as for the rageful dudes who shout, "Prove you're a woman," let me just add this: No woman in her right mind would ever respond to anything like that. Those who frequent the Wetter's Board will remember the young woman who was often photographed in wet pants by her boyfriend, and unfortunately used her real name and location. Some weirdo stalked her to her workplace and confronted her. Now she's gone, never to return. Get the point?

                              Most people come to boards like this because they are lonely. I am fairly certain that many a middle-aged man has been surprised to find himself with a raging hard-on when the middle-aged wife laughed too hard and peed in her pants, and there are probably countless couples who have a lot of fun with this sort of thing, but they never come here. Why not? Because they're not lonely. They have each other. My bf may not be into the scat stuff, but he loves it when I wet my pants for him during foreplay, so I am not lonely. I only come here to share. Please remember that.

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