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Repost of Amy M.D's story
I really like her way of story telling, especially her use of the word "squelching".
From http://www.wetset.net/pp-bbs/messages/113690.htm
Posted by Amy M.D. on November 30, 2010 at 18:56 [184.57.142.174]
The question came up as to why I didn't get started until I was 19. So here goes nothing.
It was my freshman year in undergrad and I was still an undecided major. I was torn between engineering and pre-med, so I had many math and science classes going on at the same time. My roommate was an engineering major (can't recall what type of engineering it was as I've lost touch with her unfortunately) and we were both cramming for a physics mid-term and had planned on pulling our first-ever (attempted) all-nighter.
After about the first three hours of cramming, I notice my roommate starting to rock back and forth. Not but 10 minutes later, I heard a semi-silent fart and what sounded to me like squelching. Naturally curious at this point, I turned to see my roommate sitting in her chair still, but the rocking had stoppded.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
I just heard her utter a nervous "yeah" as she got back to her work.
I had just thought it a wet fart until she got up and went to the bathroom. That's when the smell hit me and I realized that she might have pooped her pants. I became even more suspicious when i heard the shower turn on and stay on for the next 20 minutes.
By this point, I myself had to pee pretty badly. As soon as I heard the door open, I got up from my chair and headed for the bathroom. I passed my roommate on the way, who again looked nervous.
I walked into the bathroom and was immediately assaulted by the ransid smell of poo. My suspicions were instantly confirmed when I sat down on the toilet for my piss and saw my roommates panties on the ground. It wasn't this, but the state they were in. They were just laying there on the floor with a load in them. My roommate had completely pooped in her panties.
As soon as I finished and washed my hands, I walked out to make sure she was okay.
Before I could ask she said, "I just shit myself."
"I noticed," I said, "Why didn't you just go to the bathroom 10 feet away from you?"
"I was in the middle of a problem and couldn't hold it anymore, so I just let go and finished the problem, I know what you're thinking, but it wasn't as bad as you'd think."
The conversation continued for another few minutes then we just got back to our studying, the rest of the night was extremely awkward.
I was curious, but never acted on my curiosity until the next semester's midterms. Our exam schedules were different this time, so I was studying one night while she was out with her boyfriend (who i heard later became her husband.)
I was in the middle of something when the urge to poo struck me. At first I didn't think twice about it, and carried on with my studying. Right after I started the next problem, the urge became very strong, and I knew I would need a toilet soon. This is when my curiosity returned as I thought back to the incident with my roommate. Besides, I was in the middle of something that I would have to start over if I left in the middle. I debated for a couple minutes, and finally thought, aww hell, what do I have to lose other than a cheap pair of panties?
At this point, I had to go so badly that I didn't even have to push, I just let go of my grip and felt the turd ease out slowly into my panties and tight jeans. It felt amazing, having the warm poo spread against my bottom as all of the tension in my body relaxed. I savored the feeling for a couple seconds after until I remebered there was a reason this load was in my pants and not a toilet. So I continued with my work, still halfway distracted by the load in my underwear. I spent the entire rest of the night standing around in my pooped panties (I didn't have the guts to sit in it) going to the mirror to admire the bulge in my jeans every time I finished a problem.
I stayed like that until six in the morning when I realized that I had to start getting ready for class. I went to the bathroom and took my jeans and panties off. I put the jeans in the laundry. I thought I would give my roommate a good laugh, so I put my pooped-in panties in the same spot I had seen hers last semester. I took a shower and put on new panties and jeans, and went on my way to class.
Needless to say, I was instantly hooked. I took every opportunity I could to poop in my panties in college. And I'm pretty sure pooping myself was the only thing that kept me sane through medical school (those stories coming up next).
I really appreciate the comments from you guys and I'm glad I found a community with the same interests as me, thanks everyone and I can't wait to tell you about my med-sschool experiences.
From http://www.wetset.net/pp-bbs/messages/113690.htm
Posted by Amy M.D. on November 30, 2010 at 18:56 [184.57.142.174]
The question came up as to why I didn't get started until I was 19. So here goes nothing.
It was my freshman year in undergrad and I was still an undecided major. I was torn between engineering and pre-med, so I had many math and science classes going on at the same time. My roommate was an engineering major (can't recall what type of engineering it was as I've lost touch with her unfortunately) and we were both cramming for a physics mid-term and had planned on pulling our first-ever (attempted) all-nighter.
After about the first three hours of cramming, I notice my roommate starting to rock back and forth. Not but 10 minutes later, I heard a semi-silent fart and what sounded to me like squelching. Naturally curious at this point, I turned to see my roommate sitting in her chair still, but the rocking had stoppded.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
I just heard her utter a nervous "yeah" as she got back to her work.
I had just thought it a wet fart until she got up and went to the bathroom. That's when the smell hit me and I realized that she might have pooped her pants. I became even more suspicious when i heard the shower turn on and stay on for the next 20 minutes.
By this point, I myself had to pee pretty badly. As soon as I heard the door open, I got up from my chair and headed for the bathroom. I passed my roommate on the way, who again looked nervous.
I walked into the bathroom and was immediately assaulted by the ransid smell of poo. My suspicions were instantly confirmed when I sat down on the toilet for my piss and saw my roommates panties on the ground. It wasn't this, but the state they were in. They were just laying there on the floor with a load in them. My roommate had completely pooped in her panties.
As soon as I finished and washed my hands, I walked out to make sure she was okay.
Before I could ask she said, "I just shit myself."
"I noticed," I said, "Why didn't you just go to the bathroom 10 feet away from you?"
"I was in the middle of a problem and couldn't hold it anymore, so I just let go and finished the problem, I know what you're thinking, but it wasn't as bad as you'd think."
The conversation continued for another few minutes then we just got back to our studying, the rest of the night was extremely awkward.
I was curious, but never acted on my curiosity until the next semester's midterms. Our exam schedules were different this time, so I was studying one night while she was out with her boyfriend (who i heard later became her husband.)
I was in the middle of something when the urge to poo struck me. At first I didn't think twice about it, and carried on with my studying. Right after I started the next problem, the urge became very strong, and I knew I would need a toilet soon. This is when my curiosity returned as I thought back to the incident with my roommate. Besides, I was in the middle of something that I would have to start over if I left in the middle. I debated for a couple minutes, and finally thought, aww hell, what do I have to lose other than a cheap pair of panties?
At this point, I had to go so badly that I didn't even have to push, I just let go of my grip and felt the turd ease out slowly into my panties and tight jeans. It felt amazing, having the warm poo spread against my bottom as all of the tension in my body relaxed. I savored the feeling for a couple seconds after until I remebered there was a reason this load was in my pants and not a toilet. So I continued with my work, still halfway distracted by the load in my underwear. I spent the entire rest of the night standing around in my pooped panties (I didn't have the guts to sit in it) going to the mirror to admire the bulge in my jeans every time I finished a problem.
I stayed like that until six in the morning when I realized that I had to start getting ready for class. I went to the bathroom and took my jeans and panties off. I put the jeans in the laundry. I thought I would give my roommate a good laugh, so I put my pooped-in panties in the same spot I had seen hers last semester. I took a shower and put on new panties and jeans, and went on my way to class.
Needless to say, I was instantly hooked. I took every opportunity I could to poop in my panties in college. And I'm pretty sure pooping myself was the only thing that kept me sane through medical school (those stories coming up next).
I really appreciate the comments from you guys and I'm glad I found a community with the same interests as me, thanks everyone and I can't wait to tell you about my med-sschool experiences.
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