What’s the riskiest/daring place you have pooped your pants?
High school was the first experience for me, and I did it multiple times once I started. The more I did it the more I liked it and the more courageous I got. Doing it during the bus ride to school was the riskiest and towards the end of school I was often the oldest student on the bus, which somehow added to the excitement. When I left school, I went back to doing it when I was sure no one was going to find out, but that only lasted for a while.
One of my friend’s parents had purchased a property so we decided to camp there overnight. Before we left, I could feel a huge log trying to push its way out and I was already turtle heading on the drive there, but that was nothing new to me and something I did a lot. When we arrived, I was surprised to discover the only thing on the property was a shed, no toilets, no showers and a small tank of water.
I knew my underwear were probably already dirty so the thought of doing in them began to play on my mind. If I got discovered I could use the excuse, there was no toilet and that was enough for me. It even seemed like a good reason to do it, like they should have thought of a toilet when they build the shed. Doing it intentionally felt amazing and best of all no one seemed to notice. Exploring the property with a load in my underwear felt great but I also knew from experience what it was doing.
My plan was too sneak away once it was night and clean up, then hide my underwear where no one would find them. That was until I discovered the water tank was empty and there was much more moon light than I expected. I tried to find a place to hide but that wasn’t going to work. My first reaction was a little panic but then excitement knowing I was going to have to keep wearing my underwear.
As we sat around the fire talking, I kept thinking about what I had done and how good it felt and if anyone knew. No one had said anything at all, so I decided to get a little daring by sitting with my legs apart. I was wearing one of my soccer shorts, but I knew the night and the shadows from the fire would conceal what was in my underwear. A quick check with my torch confirmed they would have been able to see.
When we got picked up the next day and in the confines of the car, I was sure I was going to be discovered but the only comment made was how we all smelt like smoke and we all needed a shower. The excitement of doing it without being discovered felt great and I knew I was going to start doing it again.
One of my friend’s parents had purchased a property so we decided to camp there overnight. Before we left, I could feel a huge log trying to push its way out and I was already turtle heading on the drive there, but that was nothing new to me and something I did a lot. When we arrived, I was surprised to discover the only thing on the property was a shed, no toilets, no showers and a small tank of water.
I knew my underwear were probably already dirty so the thought of doing in them began to play on my mind. If I got discovered I could use the excuse, there was no toilet and that was enough for me. It even seemed like a good reason to do it, like they should have thought of a toilet when they build the shed. Doing it intentionally felt amazing and best of all no one seemed to notice. Exploring the property with a load in my underwear felt great but I also knew from experience what it was doing.
My plan was too sneak away once it was night and clean up, then hide my underwear where no one would find them. That was until I discovered the water tank was empty and there was much more moon light than I expected. I tried to find a place to hide but that wasn’t going to work. My first reaction was a little panic but then excitement knowing I was going to have to keep wearing my underwear.
As we sat around the fire talking, I kept thinking about what I had done and how good it felt and if anyone knew. No one had said anything at all, so I decided to get a little daring by sitting with my legs apart. I was wearing one of my soccer shorts, but I knew the night and the shadows from the fire would conceal what was in my underwear. A quick check with my torch confirmed they would have been able to see.
When we got picked up the next day and in the confines of the car, I was sure I was going to be discovered but the only comment made was how we all smelt like smoke and we all needed a shower. The excitement of doing it without being discovered felt great and I knew I was going to start doing it again.
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