I Jeans Pooping
Sophomore Year... Toward Christmas Break my sophomore year of high school, I had an experience. It was an hour into the day, and randomly the urge to take a dump hit me hard. My stomach seemed to lurch and gurgle a lot, for no reason at all. I hadn't eaten anything strange, and I had just pooped the day before. But, like most people, I hate public bathrooms, even more so high school bathrooms, so I held it in. By the time sixth period rolled around, it was starting to come out. With over an hour left and a twenty minute bus ride, since I didn't have my car quite yet, I didn't know if I'd make it. My school was a free dress school, so I was wearing some tight blue jeans and a black Muse shirt, the one with MUSE in white with a white bar above and below it that belonged to my boyfriend at the time. It was old, so it didn't really fit him, but fit me well.
Quickly, my mind began to search through alternatives. I'd been farting a lot that day, keeping it subtle be either tensing my buttcheeks and pushing slowly, making a noise right as I did like a fake cough or dropping something, or making an excuse to get up and do something. Each fart was relieving, so I figured if I farted enough, I could hold back my load long enough. My sixth period was Health I, which was quite a freelance class. Students were free to walk around and do what they pleased, so long as by the end of class you had something to show for it. So I got up, and walked outside of the room. The Health room was in it's own hallway right outside of the gym, so it was desolate. I leaned against the wall, spread my legs a little, and waited. A few seconds later, I ripped a huge fart that echoed. It was very long, and bubbly Embarrassed, praying no one had heard, I tensed my butt again. I felt a lot better, but the urge was still there. I went back into the room and sat down, eager for the day to end.
The bus ride was torturous, each bump causing me to lose a little more control. By the time I got off, my stomach felt ready to explode and the poop was sticking out an inch. I sprinted home, only to get home to find the classic movie-stile scenario taking place. I had left my keys at home, and my parents weren't going to be home for another hour. Panicked, I banged on the door, hoping one of my siblings was home. Needless to say, they weren't. My brother hadn't ridden the bus, as he must have gone to a friend's house, and my sisters' cars were gone.
I gave up at this point, knowing it was hopeless, and untensed my butt. Instantly my body pushed out a log, a big long, firm one that slowly filled the seat of my panties. I farted once, a quiet single bubble, before I finally decided to just push. I pushed gently, and another log slowly made it's way into my panties, pushing the other one downward. It wasn't a very smelly dump, but it was a big one. I farted for a few seconds, and it felt so good that I practically moaned with relief before pushing the last, longest log into my panties. This one must have been almost a foot long, as about halfway through I had to push really hard, as my tight jeans didn't want to bulge anymore. The load slowly moved up the front and back of my panties as I pushed, the leg holes containing it with the help of the jeans. After I was done, I stood there for a bit, my booksack on the ground beside me. I put my hand against the seat of my pants, and felt a thick rock of a bulge that covered most of my butt and was pretty thick. It was very relieving, and about ten minutes passed before I realized I needed to clean myself up.
I climbed over the chainlink fence into my back yard, and as I lifted my right leg over, my load smashed against my ass and moved farther up the front and back of my panties, nearly coming out of the top. I brought myself over, further crushing the big dump against my butt. At this point it was spread almost all of both of my buttcheeks, and was far above my privates. I looked around in the backyard for something to clean myself with, and found nothing but my sister's swimsuit top by our pool. Needless to say, I took the bitchy road, and went behind a big sago palm we had in our backyard, in case some decided to crack my party, my sister's swimsuit top in my hand. I wasn't sure where her bottoms were, and figured the dog must have run off with them. I slowly removed my pants, then my light blue panties, onto to find that the load was mostly caked against my butt, not much of it staying in the panties as I pulled them off.
Hesitantly, I looked at my sister's swimsuit top. It was a cool one, dark green with black designs like skulls and flowers all over it. But, sacrifices had to be made for the sake of my secrecy. Slowly. I wiped my buttcrack with the left D-cup. Thank God my sister had big boobs, other wise the tops might not have done so well for cleaning. I filled the cup over with poop, and my butt was nearly clean. I wiped with the other in slow strokes, removing as much as I could. I dumped both off the cups into the sago palm as well as I could, making sure the dump was hidden deep inside the side of it that faced the fence. I repeated this again, and afterwards my butt was as clean as it was going to get. I took my panties completely off, and cleaned them as well as I could with her swimsuit. While they were off, I farted really loudly, so loudly that I heard our neighbor's dog come over to the fence and start sniffing. It wasn't a very smelly fart, but it was long and wet. I walked across my backyard, naked, to the faucet on the side of our house, and turned it on. I used the hose to clean my ass as well as I could, then let it air dry for a few minutes before putting my lower garments back on.
I washed my sister's swimsuit top as well as I could, but the smell of shit still lingered on it. I threw it into our pool after washing it, and watched it float there. The inside showed vague shitstains, but I didn't think she'd notice. Ironically enough, that weekend we decided to swim in the cold(a secret hobby of mine:P), and when I came outside to swim, she was wearing that top, and it hadn't been washed! I laughed to myself, struggling not to let her know that my load was now rubbing against her boobs.
None of my family ever found out what happened, although I saw our dogs sniffing around the sago palm a good bit for a week or so after. The panties were ruined, probably because I'd jumped the fence in them, but at least I had gotten away with it.
Quickly, my mind began to search through alternatives. I'd been farting a lot that day, keeping it subtle be either tensing my buttcheeks and pushing slowly, making a noise right as I did like a fake cough or dropping something, or making an excuse to get up and do something. Each fart was relieving, so I figured if I farted enough, I could hold back my load long enough. My sixth period was Health I, which was quite a freelance class. Students were free to walk around and do what they pleased, so long as by the end of class you had something to show for it. So I got up, and walked outside of the room. The Health room was in it's own hallway right outside of the gym, so it was desolate. I leaned against the wall, spread my legs a little, and waited. A few seconds later, I ripped a huge fart that echoed. It was very long, and bubbly Embarrassed, praying no one had heard, I tensed my butt again. I felt a lot better, but the urge was still there. I went back into the room and sat down, eager for the day to end.
The bus ride was torturous, each bump causing me to lose a little more control. By the time I got off, my stomach felt ready to explode and the poop was sticking out an inch. I sprinted home, only to get home to find the classic movie-stile scenario taking place. I had left my keys at home, and my parents weren't going to be home for another hour. Panicked, I banged on the door, hoping one of my siblings was home. Needless to say, they weren't. My brother hadn't ridden the bus, as he must have gone to a friend's house, and my sisters' cars were gone.
I gave up at this point, knowing it was hopeless, and untensed my butt. Instantly my body pushed out a log, a big long, firm one that slowly filled the seat of my panties. I farted once, a quiet single bubble, before I finally decided to just push. I pushed gently, and another log slowly made it's way into my panties, pushing the other one downward. It wasn't a very smelly dump, but it was a big one. I farted for a few seconds, and it felt so good that I practically moaned with relief before pushing the last, longest log into my panties. This one must have been almost a foot long, as about halfway through I had to push really hard, as my tight jeans didn't want to bulge anymore. The load slowly moved up the front and back of my panties as I pushed, the leg holes containing it with the help of the jeans. After I was done, I stood there for a bit, my booksack on the ground beside me. I put my hand against the seat of my pants, and felt a thick rock of a bulge that covered most of my butt and was pretty thick. It was very relieving, and about ten minutes passed before I realized I needed to clean myself up.
I climbed over the chainlink fence into my back yard, and as I lifted my right leg over, my load smashed against my ass and moved farther up the front and back of my panties, nearly coming out of the top. I brought myself over, further crushing the big dump against my butt. At this point it was spread almost all of both of my buttcheeks, and was far above my privates. I looked around in the backyard for something to clean myself with, and found nothing but my sister's swimsuit top by our pool. Needless to say, I took the bitchy road, and went behind a big sago palm we had in our backyard, in case some decided to crack my party, my sister's swimsuit top in my hand. I wasn't sure where her bottoms were, and figured the dog must have run off with them. I slowly removed my pants, then my light blue panties, onto to find that the load was mostly caked against my butt, not much of it staying in the panties as I pulled them off.
Hesitantly, I looked at my sister's swimsuit top. It was a cool one, dark green with black designs like skulls and flowers all over it. But, sacrifices had to be made for the sake of my secrecy. Slowly. I wiped my buttcrack with the left D-cup. Thank God my sister had big boobs, other wise the tops might not have done so well for cleaning. I filled the cup over with poop, and my butt was nearly clean. I wiped with the other in slow strokes, removing as much as I could. I dumped both off the cups into the sago palm as well as I could, making sure the dump was hidden deep inside the side of it that faced the fence. I repeated this again, and afterwards my butt was as clean as it was going to get. I took my panties completely off, and cleaned them as well as I could with her swimsuit. While they were off, I farted really loudly, so loudly that I heard our neighbor's dog come over to the fence and start sniffing. It wasn't a very smelly fart, but it was long and wet. I walked across my backyard, naked, to the faucet on the side of our house, and turned it on. I used the hose to clean my ass as well as I could, then let it air dry for a few minutes before putting my lower garments back on.
I washed my sister's swimsuit top as well as I could, but the smell of shit still lingered on it. I threw it into our pool after washing it, and watched it float there. The inside showed vague shitstains, but I didn't think she'd notice. Ironically enough, that weekend we decided to swim in the cold(a secret hobby of mine:P), and when I came outside to swim, she was wearing that top, and it hadn't been washed! I laughed to myself, struggling not to let her know that my load was now rubbing against her boobs.
None of my family ever found out what happened, although I saw our dogs sniffing around the sago palm a good bit for a week or so after. The panties were ruined, probably because I'd jumped the fence in them, but at least I had gotten away with it.
31-35, F
