My messing journey - early years
I vividly remember the 1st time I deliberately pooped in my pants. I was about 4, mum was at the sink in the kitchen, I was standing beside her, I needed to poo but rather than ask to be taken to the loo I did it in my pants. Mum immediately knew what I had done, she was not happy! I don’t think I messed mysel again as a child. But I did wet myself fairly regularly, something that, with one exception, I seemed to be able to get away with
The desire then remained latent for many years, re-emerging when I was maybe in my late 20’s.
Part of the run for me is messing myself in public. The next clear memory is when I was on my own for a time putting some tissue in my pants as a liner, walking around the local streets and shitting myself. I would then go straight home to clean up. But the opportunities were very limited
Every time I messed myself I loved the sense of naughtyness as my poo filled my pants.it was also sexually arousing..
Over time I also “learned” to love the feeling of my pants being full, especially sitting. So I began to stay dirty for longer periods. The “downside” was the clean up became much harder. But however much I disliked that it never stopped me wanting to mess myself.
But the opportunities were not frequent.
The big change then came some years later, I had split up with my partner and was living on my own, meaning that I had few restrictions.
The desire then remained latent for many years, re-emerging when I was maybe in my late 20’s.
Part of the run for me is messing myself in public. The next clear memory is when I was on my own for a time putting some tissue in my pants as a liner, walking around the local streets and shitting myself. I would then go straight home to clean up. But the opportunities were very limited
Every time I messed myself I loved the sense of naughtyness as my poo filled my pants.it was also sexually arousing..
Over time I also “learned” to love the feeling of my pants being full, especially sitting. So I began to stay dirty for longer periods. The “downside” was the clean up became much harder. But however much I disliked that it never stopped me wanting to mess myself.
But the opportunities were not frequent.
The big change then came some years later, I had split up with my partner and was living on my own, meaning that I had few restrictions.
