I know what It feels Like to Poop in My Pants

[adventurer]

My previous post raised the question but my own answer was too long
So I will post it in parts.

Part 1:
Introduction.
This article is for those of you who have found this site and never experienced the fortunate or unfortunate accidental major poop in ones underwear and asked one's self: "What would it feel like if I pooped myself?". It's true we all did it as toddlers but few remembered those days. If you want to know but are reluctant to do it read on!
Most people won't admit if asked "have you ever wondered what it would feel like if you pooped yourself?" If you ask any one they will most likely look at you with a frown and imply you are nuts or will say, "if you really want to know, go do it ... But not here!" In spite of this almost all of us have asked this question at least once. If you don't believe this then think about the last time you were caught in traffic due to an accident and you were squirming due to the need of the porcelain bole or a bush when none were available. If the traffic let up in time you run to the nearest restroom and the question fades into the historical mental file of I hope I don't have to think about this again. On the other hand if the traffic didn't let up there was no reason to ask the question again, because you found out the hard way.
Strange as this may sound There are advantages to knowing he answer to this question. When the rare accident does occur it is likely that it will be when you are in public. After all that is where you are most likely in desperation or too far from a rest room. Having experienced it in a controlled private environment you are more likely to be prepared for the event emotionally and have a plan.
I'm 70 years old and when I was around eight years old I had an accident in my pants. Fear over road any thoughts of remembering the sensations. This was caused by my fear of parental reprisal. My thoughts conjured up the thoughts of being hung by my thumbs or worse! Sure my parents wouldn't do that but the mind of an 8 year old can get quite dramatic and I was quite imaginative. As it turned out dad caught me and the gig was up. Mom sensed trouble brewing and quickly intervened. She took me to the restroom and helped clean up the mess then simply told me to never do it again or she would put me back in diapers. The thought of going to school looking like Baby Huey convinced me to be more careful. The self contrive fear and several years erased most of the memory of that day with the exception of the fact that it happened. If asked, "how did it feel," I would have said I don't know I was too scared.
Several years later I asked the question to myself but my best imagination couldn't provide an adequate answer. Then a classmate did indeed have a major poop accident. I thought to myself, "I'm going to live forever! and this is going to happen to me eventually so what DOES it feel like?" I was too shy I didn't ask my classmate after all I was around 11 at the time and was taught to be more modest about such matters. Then a second classmate suffered the same fate. I then determined to have an answer. After a few experiments in private I have done it on average once a week for the last 58 years. I keep this to myself and only my spouse knows what I do.
Some say, Yuck!, others might say "it's dangerous!", "your weird!", or " Its nasty!". But thinking about myself after 58 years of doing it in private without injury I can say; It's not strange, overly hazardous or any more nasty than throwing out the trash. But it does have its benefits. Over my many years I and my spouse have had a collection of five such true accidents. We both were better prepared to cope with each event. Embarrassment, fear and panic were all but eliminated. As for hazard let's face it we all carry last night's meal around for around 24 hours inside us and parental training and societies mores are the only real reason we quit, when dad or mom said do it in the toilet. I don't mean by any means that we should run around in public offending others but what I do in private is none of anyone else's business.
Fear, panic, and embarrassment can and does paralyzes ones activities and judgment. Standing in the middle of a crowed is no place for full undies under your skirt, dress or slacks and be frozen by fear, panic and embarrassment by "what do I do now?" Knowing the answer to the question; "What does it feel like" helps one to better handle the situation. If a picture paints a thousand words than experience paints a million. A few years after my accident I asked the question, and wanted an answer. So let me tell my story as though it was my first event by describing what all my senses were telling me.

[adventurer]

Part 2

The incident:
Having pondered the question, "What would it feel like to poop myself?". The question began to haunt me. It all started after several of my friends having had accidents in their clothes. One was wearing pants the other was wearing a dress. They were several years apart and this spacing in time only increased my curiosity and suspense. I reached the conclusion that doing it in the bathroom where I was taught was no big deal and repetition and boredom dulled my senses of each event of well trained bathroom conventional relief. So the next time I went into the bathroom I was determined to make note of what I felt. I had been working around the house and felt a fullness followed by pressure on my back door. As usual I shuffled off to the restroom, disrobed and sat down. I felt the seat move my cheeks apart. With little coaxing I felt a lumpy semi solid cylinder expand my exit. Then I felt several lumps and bumps followed a smooth sense of acceleration then the door closed. The smell was their but tolerable. I stood and looked and saw that my deposit was lumpy at one end and turned smooth then tapered to a sharp end. The whole thing was just over an inch in diameter and was over a foot long. I than sat back down and cleaned myself then picked up a catalogue I kept in the room and started to look through it. Very quickly I forgot about the odor and after some time I looked over and realized I forgot to turn on the ventelation fan. I my mind snapped back to the odor and realized that though it was still there my mind had gotten use to it and tuned it out. Closing the catalogue I got dressed and exited the room. Now my mind was made up. I'm going to poop myself the next time I was alone I have asked the question one too many times.
A couple of days later I felt the usual fullness and knew I was going to be alone for hours; so now was the time. I went to the bathroom and carefully emptied my bladder. I didn't want to do both in my clothes as I figured out that the mess would be more than I was ready for. It was not easy to do as when I tried to pee it also increased my desire to poop. After many tries I was able to drain my tank without ruining my experiment. I sat for several minutes to insure I was under control then got up and got dressed.
Off to the living room I went and put on my favorite movie in the DVD player. It didn't take long before the more traditional urgency began take over and I was distracted from the movie. I stood up and concentrated on what I was feeling. Or better yet what were all my senses screaming after all I never did this before. I felt my heart start to pound and I could have counted my heart rate by the pounding in my chest. Also I felt a tangling sensation as I was having an adrenalin rush. I started to gently push and felt the lumps start to open my back door. By reflex I stopped and felt it go back in as what I was doing was unusual and years of training quietly whispered in my mind I shouldn't be doing this. I made a mental resistance to and overcame my inhabitations and with little physical effort started to push again after all I had waited until I was nearly desperate. The need to relieve myself was sufficient to win the battle. My heart rate went up more and the adrenalin rush increased as I felt my external door start to open. The lump and all its irregularities shouted through my nervous system and the need to push became unstoppable. I was beyond the point of no return. I was about to have my nagging question answered and there was no turning back.
Inside me was much warmer than my skin and I was surprised when he warm lumpy cylinder touched my cheeks I felt them being pushed aside as it shouted get out of my way I'm coming through. I was presently surprised as it touched cloth as I felt my underwear start to pull from all sides toward what was pressing against it . I hadn't thought about this beforehand and the sensation was real, pleasant and surprising. By reflex I swung my hand back and felt a lumpy blob pushing my hand back. It confirmed what my south end was telling my north end. It started to break apart and every where it touched me I felt warmth my mind was racing to keep up with all I was feeling and the pleasure was beyond my wildest dreams.

I reflected back to the start and asked almost audibly are you nuts! What are you doing? I said with racing thoughts "I don't know but I'm not going to stop I can't even if I wanted to and I don't want to." All this was going on while I felt the lumps transition to a smooth accelerating movement sliding and spreading between my cheeks. I was following it with my hand and I felt the warmth spread around the lumps as it started to spread and surround the more solid little pebbles that came first. Now my mind was getting messages from both my hand and my butt and neither were complaining. In fact my senses were celebrating. I started to notice the odor and quickly shrugged it off as I had experienced it a thousand times and learned to ignore it while reading in the bathroom. But this time what I was feeling told my brain "ignore what your nose was telling you I'm having too much fun down here for you to ruin it!"

[adventurer]

Part 3

My thoughts quickly went back to recording my celebrating senses down south and I realized more was coming, More coming was an understatement! The semi solid bulging mass continued to grow and spread between my hand and my seat. At first the growth was pretty much circular on my butt and covered my fingers. I must stop and explain something to give you a better idea as to what I was beginning to feel. Inhale place a towel over your mouth and gently place your hand over your mouth so you can feel the breath as it comes through the cloth. It is warm and moist not wet but rather soothing. My hand began to feel this same warmth as the clinging smooth warm sliding sensation spread between, across, up and down the contours of me. I was in ecstasy! I then sensed that my back door was closing.

I wasn't finished yet! How big was it and what did it look like? Taking a dexterous assessment I quickly discovered the warm budge went from my finger tips to my wrist and was slightly larger than the width of my hand. it was semisolid rounded, thicker in the middle with well defined borders. It was just beginning to stain through my tight full coverage thick cotton underwear. I waddled over to a full length mirror and looked and what I saw was an enormous semisolid mass collected and hanging down in my undies. I said "I can't believe I did this." "But then how am I to know unless I did it." Though words are graphic they don't even start to convey the true feelings of what I'm feeling right now.
I said to myself; "If I had this type accident in my car stuck in traffic what would it feel like if I sat down?" There was only one way to find out! I got a couple of towels and spread them out on the sofa. As I did so I looked up and realized my movie was still on and taking notice of what was on the screen I calculated all this took less time than I thought. With a shrug I said Ah! Now to sit down and enjoy the rest of the movie. Strange to say I felt like I forgot how to sit! Obviously I didn't know how after what I had done. I felt excited trepidation as I began to bend my knees leaning forward for balance and with hands below me preceding but as though I was going to get bitten by the couch. In this position my balance was compromised so my right hand searched for the armrest with a thud I found it. Slowly I lowered myself and with significant surprise as the bulge touched the towels the pressure radiated through the poop an reignited the adrenaline rush.

With the cloth of my outer garment gently touching the cloth on the sofa I decided to move slightly from side to side. I did this to determine just how sensitized my normally sleeping neurons had become. The vibration went through the lump and a full blown neurological party started that sent sensations radiating to every other sense I had screaming look what your missing down here! I said to myself stop this just sit down and see that you feel after all You can't stay in this awkward position forever! Slowly I continued down and the clinging, warm, soothing, soft poop increased its pressure on my already heightened neuron transmitters that screamed if just having this here feels good this is exponentially better!
As I continued down I felt the mass start to spread out but primarily up toward my waist band. As more neurons felt the soft sliding wave of fun creep up, the party my Sothern end was having doubled in size. Once I was fully down the party died down and I felt this cushion beneath me that persistently sent messages to my brain that pronounced hay guys there is something down here. What it felt like could only be described as sitting on a soft cushion that no furniture engineer could possibly improve on. There were no pressure points, no roughness, not cold not hot just soft soothing support. In fact my brain was telling me in eradiating message your sitting on something an inch thick. I'm sure this assessment was over exaggerated as it couldn't really be that thick my full weight was on this cushion!
As the constant changing flood of sensory stimulus died down my nose demanded attention. It said hay you stink! I thought for a minute you never really complain that much the many times I went to the restroom and you quickly forget to tell me this when I read so why are you complaining now. I diverted my attention to the movie and knew it was less than half over. During the next dull spot in the phosphorescent show before me I slid slightly forward and back and side to side. If I did this under normal conditions my weight would have pinned my butt firmly in place and all I would have accomplished was stretching exercises of my lower back muscles. But this time what I was sitting in and on reduced the friction and the massage I was getting rejuvenated the sensory party I was having.
My mind went back to the movie and the show distracted me from what I did to the point to which my nose gave up, and though I'm sure I still stank I wouldn't have known it unless you asked me. No movie is so captivating that you completely turn off your awareness of the world around you. I know! I know! some would say you can be completely mesmerized but it isn't true. If you don't believe me put a weak paperclip on your ear lobe and watch a movie. Your mind will switch back and forth from the movie to the annoyance hanging from your ear. Sitting in my state of being was no different in that what my mind switched back and forth from the show and the exotic softness and the exaggerated size of my self made pillow.
As the credits started to clime my screen I stopped to think. Though this feels good all good things must end, What have I done? Now I have to clean up this mess! I hadn't given this any thought before I started and I sat their pondering now what do I do? I can't sit here forever though the thought was intriguing and pleasant I said to myself eventually my better half will be coming home and I don't want my little secret experiment to be family knowledge yet. I got up and switched off the TV and DVD player and as I did so I felt the poop peel off and fall stretching my underwear down. I felt the sliding cloth and the jerk on my waist band. Instinctively and without conscious thought I pulled up on my belt line. I felt the poop come back in contact with my butt and my right hand dropped to press it back in place. All this was automatically done! Long after this experiment was over I thought back about this reflex and asked myself. If this is supposed to be so bad why did I pull up the waist band and press it back in place so automatically. I answered my own question ... Dummy it felt better where it was rather than banging against my thighs as I waddle. Which brought up the next question. Why waddle? It's not going anywhere! What! Did I forget how to walk!

[adventurer]

Part 4

I went into the bathroom and removed the top half of what I was wearing and tossed them out the door into the cloths hamper. Then I turned and stopped in front of the mirror with both hands on each side of the sink tapping my index nail on the counter top trying to formulate a plan. I felt the blob fall again with the familiar silent tug at my belt line. I stopped tapping and gently slammed it back in place. This time when I moved it back in place it felt cooler. Then with my left hand I undid my belt line and moved both hands to the elastic of my undergarment and with a tug prevented a third fall of my underwear as my outer garment fell to the floor. The sensation was not at all unpleasant just different. I also felt a cool dampness with my hand that startled me and I quickly turned to inspect what I had done. My under garment was still bulged out somewhat, and an irregular stain was obvious that grew darker around the edges. The harder poop stained less than the softer. My two hands could not have covered it all as it was too long from top to bottom.
I laid my outer garment on the floor and started to lower my waist band. It was strange as the band started down first as the rest clung to me. Then with a jerk the poop fell free and almost pulled the garment from my grasp. I slowly lowered it on top of the garment laying on the floor and stepped out of it. Inside of the underwear was an oval mass of pop that tapered to a point that was pointing up my back when it was on me. At the other end was a fat, flat tapering finger that went between my legs. Down the center was a ridge that had conformed to my contours. I didn't relish the thought of studying the anatomy of poop crushed or floating in the toilet bowl any more than I would hang a picture of a pile of dirty dishes on the wall. However the study of my visual senses adds to the description of the totality of the experience. I picked up the underwear and turned it inside out over the toilet and it folded over itself as it first rolled then fell with a splash into the water.
It didn't take a genius to figure out if I flushed this thing it is going nowhere! So I grabbed a pencil and broke it up. Then as I flushed I watched the last of it as it swirled and disappeared. I thought to myself OK crises one out of the way. Now what about ME! I used quite a lot of toilet paper wiping myself off making sure I flushed several times to make sure I didn't plug things up. Thinking I was clean I went about cleaning my underwear in the toilet. Satisfied I had gotten off most of it; There was still a perfect image of what stained it and it was almost a perfect photograph of what was in it moments before. I thought about tossing the garment but fortunately thought better of it. I tossed it onto the outer garment and stepped into the shower and started to finish cleaning up. I quickly realized as the wash cloth was becoming stained that toilet paper was a poor substitute for good old soap and water.
Usually taking a shower is not memorable. But as I continued I realized my nervous system was still awake and telling me thank you as I felt the slippery soap and texture of the washcloth glide over my body. Drying off was just as memorable. I must pause for a moment and say that this whole experience was not the least sexual but rather a flood of totally new experience. Following the shower I separated the laundry and gathered the underwear as the first set of wash. I set the washer to whites pushed the buttons, Very Hot, Extra soiled, spin speed high, long rinse , and steam clean. Then added soap, bleach and a half cup of baking soda for freshness. When the wash was done I was surprised that the stains were totally gone!, and I couldn't figure out which pair of underwear I had done my experiment in. I set the rest of the cloths and towels at normal wash/extra soiled and added a cup of backing soda to the soap. The outer garments also came out odor and stain free. While doing the wash I opened the windows, and sprayed the couch and all the rooms with deodorant spray. A little Fabreze does wonders.
The rest of my day went back to normal, and I didn't say anything to my spouse about my little experiment. However the very next time my spouse drove out of the house while my innards were begging for relief I was reliving myself in my clothes as I watch the car drive away. I felt the bulge and realized I hated the bathroom unless I had to pee or wash up. I have been doing this ever sense!

[adventurer]

Part 5

Conclusion:
I hope I have given those of you who asked the subject question while squirming in desperation a reasonable answer as to "What it feels like to poop yourself". Words fall woefully short in describing the adventure. But I can say that the act is no different than having dinner than having to do the dirty dishes afterwards. One day I and my spouse were out with no place to find relief and I said I don't think I can make it to a restroom. So I staged a full blown accident. This opened the door to talk about the subject. I was relieved when my spouse was not repulsed or angry. A few days later I decided to tell my whole story and the accidently on purpose accident, and what I had been doing. My spouse said that it wasn't something my spouse wanted to try but was excepting of my own choices in the matter. I remained discrete in most future events but when caught short on the way home all bets were off and I did with spousal approval and windows rolled down what came quite naturally. It was always a thousand times better than the squirming desperate discomfort I was feeling.
I am not an exhibitionist, I don't consider myself a pervert, weird or strange just liberated. This is not a sexual thing I'm not sexually aroused by it. It is just a distinctly different flood of sensations I enjoy! I sympathize with those who have had public accidents as it is humiliating. I know I have had two and I didn't enjoy it in the least. I can however say due to my experiences I was much better able to cope. I do wish my spouse would do it just so I don't feel alone in what I enjoy. This isn't a desire to humiliate, or dominate, I'm not into extreme scat I prefer it to stay where it comes out. I have been doing this for 58 years and if possible I will do it for 58 more!.
The incident I described was truly the first full blown deliberate event. Others were sometimes softer and sometimes harder. Some caused no stain others stained significantly. Sometimes I will abstain for months. One year I made a new year's resolution to ward off the restroom trips except for draining my tank and taking showers. By the end of the year I can say that it was the most memorable year of my life! The few times I was out I held it until I was on my way home. Twice I had to get gas; So I would park downwind of other pumps. I'm a gregarious person and if someone drove up to fill their tank on the opposite side of the pump I would strike up a conversation and tell some jokes while my stomach would imperceptibly shrink and my butt would grow with an enormous bulge. I would make sure I didn't show off the bulge and I would discreetly say goodbye get in my car and go home.
I can say some were harder some were softer than what I described. Some were easy to clean up others were more arduous. Some stain, some don't. I wear dark outer garments and stains don't show. However all said and done one thing I hate is diarrhea. The few times this occurred when I was dressed I won't describe them as accidents they were DEASTERS! The few times I got a rash it was because I ate acidic food. Strong pepper is a definite NO! NO! I have clung to the ceiling on few occasions because of hot peppers. Of the estimated 3016 times I've done this deliberately less than ten had an undesirable outcome due to acid or hot peppers. As for diaper rash I merely stopped for a couple days than back to the races!
If you are reading this as a newbie and haven't tried it, if you have asked the subject question, or you are reading this as a refresher. Don't be timid about it words are a millionth of what experience will tell you. If you try it ... feel free to share your story some of us will feel less alone. Finally share this with others that have asked the question. Observing a friend is a perfect time to share my story.
My state has passed a law in 2008 that allows both sexes to use any public utility. This did make me mad as, I feel, privacy is a right not a privilege. I have struck up many a conversation about this law and was surprised when 60% of the women said I'm not going to use public restroom again. I would ask then what will you do if your too far from home. Most would hint as to the outcome with "I will hold it no matter what till I get home." One said what about my kids I can't insure their safety from pedophiles anymore!" She stopped and thought for a second and said with disgust "I guess I won't toilet trine them until they are ready for school." I was equally disgusted. One woman said with a pause and firm answer well that is what a shower is for isn't it?. I'll just do what I have to and take a shower when I get home." I'm sure most wouldn't really poop themselves but I'm sure some would.
As a final note: I have developed diabetes and the time from I got to Go! to Ahh! darn! has grown very short. So having said that most recent events were done as much as from why not? as I'm not going to make it any way so why try. Can you call them accidents? Ahummm that depends on your point of view. Holding it until inevitability doesn't make sense. The only difference in outcome would be a matter of minutes so why wait until I'm suffering? I see no sense in it!
Feel free to cut and paste this story on other web sites like "Old Posts from the toilet." Ask me anything I will answer as I will monitor for contributions. If you want to hear more I can provide more than volumes to this subject.

[northerner]

The feel of pooping your pants

Adventurer, just saw your post. Have been a lurker here for many years and have shared my experiences probably from back in the old format. Anyway, your story definitely sparked memories. I'm just a bit past your age so my experience goes back to around maybe '51. I was probably six, living in rural Western PA. Summer day, walked through the woods to my childhood friend's house about a quarter mile away. As near as I can recall I was wearing a typical blue jumper shorts outfit, like bib overalls but shorts, very narrow blue/white pinstripes. Had a TShirt on and sneakers. Typical 6 yr old stuff. I got about 3/4 of the way to his house when I must have felt a strong urge to poop. Being a 6 yr old our control isn't what it needed to be of course. My memory is vague of the actual poop entering my pants (I was raised wearing only briefs for underpants) but I remember feeling the warm and wet load in the seat of my pants. I didn't know what else to do so I slid my arms out of the jumper top and slid my briefs and shorts down to see the healthy load of poop in them. I slid them to the ground and stepped out of them. Standing there with my sneakers and TShirt on, I remember walking home to my mom. We were on the side of a wooded hill so no neighbors to see me. I stopped at the screen door and called to mom and told her I'd pooped my pants in the woods. She must have asked where my pants were and then I have to assume she got some toilet paper and cleaned my butt and cheeks, probably some poop on my legs, too. After a wash up she got some clean briefs and shorts for me and we walked back to find my pooped pants. I remember her picking them up, pitching my briefs in the weeds and walking me back home. I don't remember if I also peed when I pooped my pants but I most likely did. That may have been my entry into bodily function fascination.

[northerner]

"Going to the bathroom in your pants"

I most likely was in first grade that fall if I got the year right. I clearly remember sitting on the classroom floor in a circle while the teacher read us stories. One time, as we were sitting, I had a crush on a girl who I always tried to be near in activities as her seat was on the other side of the room. A few feet away from us, I heard a loud groan and the teacher saying something like, "get up and go to the girl's room". It was instantly too late for her as she tried to get up but still in a squat I could see a strong stream of pee squirting out of her panties (girls always wore dresses then) and a large spreading puddle on the floor. I was to say the least very fascinated by the experience. I don't remember much about 2nd grade but in third grade our desks were in a semi circle and I was in one of the rows farther back. We were having quiet time at our desks and a friend next to me tapped my arm and pointed to a girl in the row in front of us. She had on a short red dress and there was a puddle of pee around her bum on the wooded chair seat and it was dripping onto the floor under the back of her chair. As the teacher was walking quietly around the class looking at what we were working on, I heard her softly tell the girl to just let her know anytime she needed to go to the bathroom, to not be embarrassed to ask. She didn't try to clean anything up at that time. It was time for recess and we all got up to go outside. The girl in the red dress casually got up, brushed her wet dress from her bum and walked with us like nothing happened. More fascination fuel for my fetish. As children, boys are supposed to be fascinated with bodily functions, maybe girls too, to a degree. We're supposed to grow out of it. Some of us obviously didn't!

[northerner]

Fear of pooping your pants

As you've noted, we are trained to use the toilet for functions relief. As I said we lived in a rural area, necessitating a rural school bus ride to and from school. Probably around 10-11ish or so, I remember often having to poop on the bus ride home and it getting rather urgent. One one occasion either Fall or Winter, I'd gotten off the bus and had to walk up a steep path to the house through the woods. I remember on a level part of the path before the really steep part, I had to poop so bad, I stopped and clenched my butt muscles trying to quell the strong urge. No memory of urgent pee but the poop was urgent. I was able to continue walking a few feet further when the path went upward and steep. I had to walk backwards slowly because if I bent over to walk uphill, I'd have surely lost control and pooped my corduroy pants. I remember being very fearful of pooping my pants and the embarrassment when I'd have to tell mom if it happened and the mess. I made it to the house probably telling mom at the door that I had to go bad. Such trauma we inflict on ourselves!

[northerner]

A friend pooped his pants on the bus ride home

Probably the same time frame, around 10 or so age, on a Fall or Spring ride home after school, sitting probably near the front on the bus's right side seats, I was in a seat in front of a friend, same age as I was. A couple of miles before my stop, my friend said he had to go the the bathroom bad. I must have asked him "#1 or #2" and he said #2. I'm trying to remember our conversation. I probably tried to encourage him that his stop was less than a mile from mine which was first. We continued talking he said he was afraid of what his mom would say and I asked how he was doing and he commented that "it's in my pants already". I could tell he was sitting slightly to one side and leaning towards me so his poop must have been easing its way into his pants as he sat helplessly. My stop came up and I had to leave my friend sitting there slowly pooping his pants. He'd have had to get off the bus with that load in his pants and walk maybe a hundred yards up the road to his house. The next day I didn't see him until we got off the bus at school and I asked him what his mom said and he got embarrassed even though we were off to ourselves and said he didn't want to talk about it!

[northerner]

First Poop on Purpose

Adventurer, as I said, memories were rekindled. Fast forward a few years to probably my Junior year, I was driving and had a cheap car. Probably into fantasy dreaming about bodily functions. And adding in the teen raging hormones. I'd get home as a latchkey kid after school and I'd really have to poop on my way home. We had an unfinished basement with the usual utilities down there, washer and dryer, etc. Cement floor. I'd go down to the basement in my briefs really having to poop. There was an old wooden chair with no back. I'd sit on it over the floor drain in my briefs. Of course with an erection bulging. I'd fantasize about being in class unable to leave to the restroom. I'd let my pee go and then slightly lean to one side and push my bm into my briefs. Nice firm bm but malleable like soft clay and mushed around my butt cheeks and crack. Felt enormously sensual. After enjoying the pooping and peeing, I'd stand up and walk over to the toilet and dump the poop into it. I'd use the laundry sink and rags to wash the poop off my butt and go upstairs and get dressed. That only went on for a few weeks or maybe a month then abruptly stopped. Not sure why, I just lost interest.

Fast forward many years to maybe 10 years ago, no real fetish activity that I remember. Then the internet and a celebrity news item from somewhere that told of the singer Fergie pissing her pants on stage. I found the stories about her and the pictures and the fetish rekindled and has been going ever since.

I have to mention that in recent years, I realized the pleasure pooping brings. Especially one that takes a bit of a grunt and as it slides out given the amount of nerve pathways around the anus and rectum the pleasure feel-goods, maybe the endorphins are produced and it can be quite pleasurable, "system" wide. Just wanted to mention that. Such is my path over the years. My wife is aware of at least my wetting fetish. Unfortunately she has for years had stress incontinence of course from childbirth years back. Just leaks, not a full bladder emptying. Before some health issues caused her to back away from driving she had told me she often would get hit with a bm urgency and wasn't sure she'd make it home. I reassured her that it would be better to go in her pants than hurt herself meaning causing hemorrhoids, etc. I told her, clothes will wash and so will car seats and to not worry. So far, no accidents on her part but there's always the possibility with all of our traffic jams around our nation.

[northerner]

Experiment Success

Adventurer, thanks to your inspiration, I conducted an experiment this evening. I hadn't pooped my pants on purpose since high school. I told my wife I was going to get my shower and went into the master bath. I had on my casual denim shorts with my usual briefs under them. I placed a paper towel in the seat of my briefs, pulled them up and checked the towel position, pulled up and zipped my shorts. I squatted in front of the toilet with my hands behind me for support. I began to push and feel my BM begin to push towards my anus. I pushed steadily more and felt my BM begin to push against my briefs. Continued pushing it out, it was nice and firm. Pushing more it began to fill out around my bum and the towel in my briefs. I put my hand on the increasing bulge as I was pushing slowly, it felt marvelous. I had to slightly raise up as it wouldn't fully push into my pants. I stood slightly as I pushed the remaining BM into my bulging pants. I felt and enjoyed the bulge in the seat of my pants. I slid my shorts to the floor and then my briefs down a bit to see a nice ball of poop in the towel. I rolled the poop into the towel and rolled it into the toilet. I sprayed the mostly dry towel with disinfectant and rinsed it in hot water, rung it out and threw it into the waste basket. I checked my shorts, no odor in the seat at all! My briefs only had some pee stain from pushing and only a couple small skid marks of poop. Successful experiment. One of many I assume. Thanks for the encouragement.