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The Car Poop

It has been a busy busy week and a half, so I apologize for not getting an adventure out. I have taken on some new responsibilities at my job so with that and the holiday season coming, life has been hectic.

Suffice to say, I have not been able to go out on an adventure, BUT I do have a story to share that happened on Friday 😊

I am a commuter, so each day I make the long crawl to work in my faithful companion Hannah Honda, and then I make the same drive back home after work. During these drives, I battle the beasts that are semis, and the brutes that are other drivers. We’re all trying to get somewhere, but it’s like a game of chess: when and where to move is key to winning. The commute takes about 45 minutes on average, so not too bad.

On Friday, thins were very busy. I ignored my urge to poop as I arrived at work that morning and started getting my team organized for meeting and what not.

A lot of boring, dull work stuff occurred which I sure no one cares about, but as morning faded to afternoon, the urge to poop presented itself again. I wanted to try and wait until I got home so I could maybe do something fun for the blog, and by the time I left work, I was mostly sure I could make it home without pooping my pants sooner than I wanted. Hannah Honda needed gas, so I swing through a Chevron, and as the attendant filled her with gas, I released gas of my own out the open window. Some of the farts were very audible to me, but I don’t think the attendant heard.

Jumping on the freeway, I found myself facing a slow moving snake of traffic, lasting according to traffic apps around 55 minutes.

“Ok, not bad, I can do this!” I said to myself.

Famous……Last…..Words

As traffic crawled forward, my poop inched closer and closer towards the exit. Pressure building, I considered moving over and getting off to find a restaurant to drop my load off in, but I really wanted to try and save it.

“No, you can do this.” I reassured myself. “You are going to get home, devise a quick pooping adventure plan, and then start relaxing”

My poop had other plans.

By now I had been sitting with all the traffic for about half an hour, and my urge to poop was at a 9. I could feel a hard turd knocking at my bottom and I had to use all of my strength to keep it in.

“Why are you doing this?” my brain asked. “Because I want to get home and half an awesome story to tell.” I answered

“But can’t you have an awesome adventure in the car? I mean you have plenty of pants at home. This poop feels solid. At worst you will end up with a big ball of poop in your pants, right?” My brain reasoned. To be fair, he had a point.

Traffic was beginning to flow more easily now, and I was actually able to move forward steadily. Slowly, I started pushing but my body seemed to realize I was in work pants and resisted. “Come on,” I urged, but only was rewarded with some muffled seat farts.

Just as I figured I would just try again once I got home, and sedan made a quick move to enter my lane to access an exit causing me to need to slam on my brakes. The force of the slam, well…….

Pop! The poop that had been struggling moments before to remain inside now popped out of me like a jack in the box. A sausage style poop now resides in my underwear and there was more to come. I gave another push and felt more poop entered my underwear with a squelchy sounds. Poop now began to move not down but up the back of my pants as my load went from harder to more creamy. I knew now my underwear were ruined and I had poop smeared up my butt.

I was a mess. After some more pushes, the flow of poop had slowed and I was done. I was left with a massive poop in my pants and a ten minute ride to get home. I am starting to get use to riding in messed pants, so it wasn’t too bad.

Upon arriving home, I peel my pants and underwear down to assess the damage.

As usual, no survivors.

I bagged my ruined underwear, showered, and then put the bag in the garbage. I’m not sure if you could consider this an accident or not, but one thing is for sure: It was fun!

There’s only one thing I wonder: Do any of my ruined clothing has been noticed by the garbage man 😁

That’s the story! My car smelled the day after slightly, but is back to normal now. I am planning a messy adventure at a Thanksgiving Day parade on Thursday and will post the story of that adventure on Friday. Until then…..

Keep wetting and pooping everyone!! 😊😊😊😊😊

[fullduckenemy]

Ass Slap Squirt Modified

The original version of the story was very very nice.   I have re-written the story for all who are panty lovers.  I hope this is ok with the original author.  No harm is ment.

I’m a dirty girl; a dirty girl who likes to live life on the edge. I like to hold in my poop above my panties, it’s just something I’ve always done, I get a lot of pleasure from turtle necking and touching cloth in my panties. I usually hold my shit for days to get max pleasure before letting it go. If I want even more pleasure I let it go in a favorite pair of white Vanity Fair full cut nylon panties with tight leg bands.. If I want even more pleasure I sit in it and play with it in my panties. Since I’ve got older it’s something I do less & less but it still gives me a little cheeky rush & makes me panty horny.

I remember one day I was feeling more bowel movements than usual but also not trying to let it go. One evening my friends brought me out to a club. I was reluctant to join because I don’t feel greatly mobile when I’ve not gone to the toilet or gone in my panties for a few days but I went anyway. I was wearing a facsimile schoolgirl outfit as it was a ‘back to school’ night… If only I remember that many sexy people looking no strings attached sex when I was at school. My plaid blue pleated skirt was short, above the knees but below the fanny was twined with a white shirt unbuttoned just enough before looking slutty. My fanny was shod in my favorite white nylon panties; I quite liked the contrast so that if anybody was lucky to get a peek under and they might just definitely see my favorite panties and they that might just be a little yellow in the front.

Anyways so we’re at this club which is filled with people dressed up in sexy school outfits. I forget about my fanny and went out to have fun, this may have been a mistake. Budweiser and Tequila taint my memory, but they were important ingredients in getting me up and dancing on a table. I got quite drunk, started dancing with a few guys which isn’t like me, putting my arm around them, grinding my panties under my skirt up against them; still won’t let anybody kiss me though.

Everything was fine, I was having fun until some guy got a little too confident and slapped my panties. Immediately I felt it upset my bowels and a small ball of poo drop out into my panties. In shock I grabbed my fanny with one hand & pushed the guy away with the other. I wobbled over to a corner to try and figure out what just happened in my panties, The warm sensation of hard poo in my panties tenting the back of my nylon panties was very exciting. I didn’t know what to do, I genuinely felt uncomfortable with a ball of poop in my panties, in my infinite wisdom I decided to leave as soon as possible, I didn’t want to navigate the crowd to the toilets to be noticed, the soft smell of hard poo in my panties lingering around me. I didn’t tell my friends, to be fair I hadn’t seen much of them since I started dancing with guys. I put off as much attention as possible holding my head low, I walked home but enjoying the friend in my panties; it wasn’t far from the club and I didn’t feel comfortable calling a taxi.

The walk home was a constant battle with my fanny to keep the rest of my poo above my panties and continue walking, After I got off the club street strangers thinned out less and less attention to my panty treasure was better. Eventually I got to the park near my house. It was really quiet, I felt a bubble in my gut, alone with nobody around I pushed in my panties a little. The bubble was more than a fart; another large turd pushed out and tented my panties under my short skirt in the back of my fanny. I stopped walking, leaned up against a wall.  I hadn’t gone to the toilet in my panties in a while.   Using my pretty nylon panties for a toilet was something I do less now that I’m very busy.

I looked around making sure nobody could see me. I walked over to a small wall with a hedge on it, leaned up against it with one hand while my other was holding onto my fanny. Still quite drunk I decided to push in my panties a little bit.   a stream of pee complexly saturating the cotton of my nylon panties straight down my leg. My eyes widened gasping for breath, this wasn’t the plan. Horrified I tried to stop more pee from my panties but it kept on gradually flowing down my left leg to my socks and converse. It was delightful.  I laughed an sat on the grass trying to wipe off some my pee.  My poo pancaked in my panties and it felt so funny and so nice and so naughty there inside my panties.

The rest of the journey home was to no avail. However, while their and while nobody was looking I sat on the grass and pushed a little more in my panties. Some of the hard pancake of poo pushed out my tight panty leg bands and some slid down the side of my fanny onto the grass. albeit making a mess in my panties on one of my fanny cheeks and my skirt.

In the moment I was soo horny I was doing something filthy in my panties in public and getting away with it. I started touching myself through my pretty nylon panties letting out a little moan. I felt really kinky shitting in my panties and wanking in the park.  

Out of nowhere I heard voices. I got up in a heartbeat, stumbled because I was still drunk and had jelly legs and concentrated on getting home as soon as possible. I pulled my skirt down to cover as much of my nylon panties as I could but I could never cover up my shit covered white socks or converse. My skirt was sticking to the shit that had squeezed out of my panties after I pooped in the park.

The shit in my panties and the pee down my leg was starting to get very friendly. Unfortunately, the walk was only a short walk to my house.  I got to the garden before sharing a smirk and thinking nobody was around and nobody knew what I just done in my panties. I went to the back of the house and still horny leaned my back against the wall and wanked through my panties, I don’t know why, I just felt cheekier doing it through my panties covered in shit outside breathing heavily and moaning for any living organism close enough to hear.

After that I was exhausted, I took out my keys & stumbled inside into the living room before convincing myself to drag my body to the bathroom to clean up my fanny and my favorite panties. I lay exhausted on the comfortable bath mat telling myself to clean up but that’s all I remember. I woke up early next morning with a hangover, my lower half covered in shit and it on the floor too. Stripped off and sat in the shower washing the cold dry shit from my legs. I felt so dirty and maybe not even in a good way. I just felt that I did it again in my panties and it was one panty pooping event to remember.

[fullduckenemy]

I’m going to poop soon…

My gas is overbearing, and I am farting constantly. My stomach is swirling and I haven’t gone in days. I’m going to poop myself soon.. .

[fullduckenemy]

For panty lovers I expanded your story a little.   I hope you don’t mind.

Pants pooping in town

Hey everyone. Today, I finally built up the courage to do my first public panty poop. For the past few days I ate a combination of various high-fiber foods to prepare. With the feeling of an immense load ready to go in my panties, I put my pink rubber boots on and set off. I decided to go to a park a mile or two from downtown to go to the bathroom in my favorite pretty soft full cut white panties in public. I was so anxious. My first public “panty accident” was about to occur!

I walked around the park for a few minutes while the pressure above my panties in my bowels rose. Then I saw three or four younger girls walking along ahead of me. They were all probably 18 or 19, by my guess. ( I bet they at least like to wet their panties.)  I got to about 20 feet in front of them when I lost control in my panties.

I slowed down as I involuntarily let out a massive load of poop into my panties. There was a lot of crackling from those panties as it came out tenting the back of my nylon panties, and I could feel it pressing against my panties. Under my short skirt It felt somewhere between mushy and solid in my panties. The entire poop probably took about 5 seconds to coil up in my panties, but it felt like 5 hours. As soon as it was finished going to the toilet in my panties, I reached one hand down to feel the panty bulge under my skirt. Colossal.

The chatter of the girls behind me stopped. I turned around, and they were staring at my skirt, clearly sort of shocked at what I had done in my panties. As I looked at them, I felt the bulge in my panties again, and it felt slightly damp. I quickly glanced down at it, and my legs were quite stained. I must have wet my panties too.

One of the girls said, “Oh my god, she’s completely shit her panties!” While I was standing there looking, another one of them took out their phone and took a picture! Then I got walking again with that wonderful bulge in my panties going back and forth.

5 minutes later, the unexpected happened. I involuntarily released another large load of gassy, mushy poop in my panties. I turned around to look at what’d been done this time, and the girls were back again! Or maybe they just followed me. (I bet their panties were wet by then.) They all broke out in laughter again.

However, another unexpected event occurred. A wet spot began to form in the jeans of one of the girls, who quickly stopped laughing, but it was too late, she was already peeing her panties. Her face went redder than Mars. Without any more hesitation, I turned and headed the opposite direction, back home. When I got home with the load in my panties sagging those panties badly, I took a look in the mirror at my panties under my skirt. Quite serious poop stains in my panties. I didn’t get a picture because I forgot to, but other than that, it was a very successful first public panty pooping!

Pants pooping in town

Hey everyone. Today, I finally built up the courage to do my first public pants poop. For the past few days I ate a combination of various high-fiber foods to prepare. With the feeling of an immense load ready to go, I put my pink rubber boots on and set off. I decided to go to a park a mile or two from downtown. I was so anxious. My first public “accident” was about to occur! I walked around the park for a few minutes while the pressure in my bowels rose. Then I saw three or four younger girls walking along ahead of me. They were all probably 18 or 19, by my guess. I got to about 20 feet in front of them when I lost control. I slowed down as I involuntarily let out a massive load of poop into my pants. There was a lot of crackling as it came out, and I could feel it pressing against my jeans. It felt somewhere between mushy and solid. The entire poop probably took about 5 seconds, but it felt like 5 hours. As soon as it was done, I reached one hand down to feel the bulge. Colossal. The chatter of the girls behind me stopped. I turned around, and they were staring at me, clearly sort of shocked. As I looked at them, I felt the bulge again, and it felt slightly damp. I quickly glanced down at it, and my jeans were quite stained. One of the girls said, “Oh my god, she’s completely shit her pants!” While I was standing there looking, another one of them took out their phone and took a picture! Then I got walking again. 5 minutes later, the unexpected happened. I involuntarily released another large load of gassy, mushy poop. I turned around to look at what’d been done this time, and the girls were back again! Or maybe they just followed me. They all broke out in laughter again. However, another unexpected event occurred. A wet spot began to form in the jeans of one of the girls, who quickly stopped laughing, but it was too late, she was already peeing her pants. Her face went redder than Mars. Without any more hesitation, I turned and headed the opposite direction, back home. When I got home, I took a look in the mirror at my jeans. Quite serious poop stains in the butt. I didn’t get a picture because I forgot to, but other than that, it was a very successful first public pants poop!