Humping in Pooed Undies

It’s so nice to be back… I felt I had to celebrate by sharing a story from my past.

Does anyone else here enjoy pillow humping after they poo themselves? It was something I was really getting back into on video chat.

If I had to put a number to this, I’d say that up to about the age of 25, humping was my sole method of playing with myself. For a long time, I wouldn’t even have a pillow. I’d just lie face-down, cup my hands on my privates and just pump. I’d usually have undies or PJs on, which would take the full load of my excitement. It was pretty damn effective, especially if I’d had a poo accident in public during one of my late-night walks. I wouldn’t have a pillow with me, but all I needed was my undies full of poo and somewhere secluded to lie down.

I remember one experience very fondly. Very early in my adult years, I used to gorge on sugar-free gum to give myself huge diarrhoea. I would go for walks around my home town late at night. There were a lot of secluded, low traffic areas with dank public toilet blocks all around the town. Even now, 20 years later, I can recall at least 10 public toilets in that town where I could be 99% guaranteed not to be disturbed by anybody.

This one experience in particular, I’d had a particularly huge diarrhoea accident in some knickers made of very thin fabric. I was wearing some dark grey polyester surf shorts that were like a sieve. Anything would soak straight through them. Underneath the shorts, I had a pair of pretty loose fitting women’s undies (the kind that aren’t much more than a thin sheet of cotton print and a bit of elastic). I’d actually pinched them from a friend’s house a couple of days earlier. A few times, I fantasised about his mum shitting herself. One day, I got brave and decided that I wanted to poo in a pair of his mum’s undies… so I took a pair. They weren’t a fancy pair, just a well-worn pair of K-Mart brand knickers, worth all of about 50 cents…

Anyhow, there I was, walking towards a secluded public toilet near a suburban football oval in the middle of the night. There’s no-one in sight and I had just exploded a massive amount of lumpy, milkshake-like diarrhoea in my shorts. My friend’s mum wouldn’t want her knickers back now. The back is literally full, all the way up to the waistband. Each step I take allows some of the runnier poo to escape through the leg bands. A few yards from the toilet block, another explosion. A ton of diarrhoea starts running down both legs. I waddle inside…

Inside, there’s a bare concrete floor with a drain, 2 cubicles with semi-clean steel toilets, and a steel wash basin with one tap… cold. There’s not a urinal in sight. There never is. I always used the women’s bathroom… for one simple reason: I’m not allowed to. It’s an extra level of naughty, on top of the fact that I’ve pooed my pants. I still make sure no-one is in the facility (or the area), just in case.

I check out what I can in the “mirror”. It’s just a sheet of polished metal on the wall, but I can see a massive, wet, greenish-brown bulge hanging off my bum. Every time I cup my poo bulge, my hand gets coated in a film of diarrhoea that has soaked through the fabric. Any time I move or cause the poo bulge to move, more diarrhoea runs down my legs. On top of it all, I am now sporting the biggest stiffy I’ve ever had. I take off my shirt and shoes, stuffing them into my backpack. It was time to hump the floor…

I got down on the floor as carefully as I could. It’s pretty hard to lie down on your tummy when you’ve got what feels like 100 gallons of diarrhoea in your shorts. I first laid my legs down, and immediately felt a stream of diarrhoea flow under my balls and start filling the front of my undies. As I lowered my tummy and face down, I felt a different loss of containment. At least a litre of my accident flooded out of the top waistband, coating my lower back in diarrhoea. Once I’d realised what had happened, I became more excited than I’d ever been. I wedged my hands in underneath me, cupping them on my balls and my tingling stiffy. The diarrhoea had soaked through already. I could feel the diarrhoea coating my hands. I could tell this was going to be a good one…

I started slowly humping away. I could not believe how good it felt. My genitals were squishing around in a sea of poo. It was warm and very slippery. I could feel all of the small, solid lumps dispersed throughout the milkshake-like liquid rubbing against my privates. A started humping harder, and very soon I was going as hard as I could go. Well… humping super hard with an ocean of diarrhoea in my shorts had some consequences. With every thrust, I could feel my enormous bulging shorts bounce around. I could actually hear the diarrhoea sloshing around as my bum bounced up and down. Soon, I had a catastrophic breach of containment. Each time I thrust my hips upward off the floor, a flood of diarrhoea would burst out of my waistband. Then, each time I pounded back down, a flood would gush out from between my legs. I just kept humping as hard as I could, until eventually I realised that my undies didn’t feel very full. I’d humped so hard, most of it had spilled out. My shorts were completely soaked with diarrhoea, I could feel it. I looked down, and saw that was laying in a pool of runny poo. My knees, thighs, tummy and even parts of my chest were covered in diarrhoea. I decided I had to finish. I humped for another few minutes until I creamed in my poo-soaked shorts.

Then came the clean-up. Luckily I had my trusty public poo cleaning backpack. Although I’d never made a mess anything like this before, I always made sure to clean the facility thoroughly after I was done. These public toilets always had a hose outlet under the basin for the council cleaner to use to “clean” the facility (although they never did a decent job). I doused the floor with an entire bottle of my favourite super-strength cleaner. It’s mainly SDS and bleach, but with sodium hydroxide for that extra cleaning power. I put my pooey shorts in the basin and filled it with soapy water, leaving it to soak whilst I dealt with the floor. I took the drain cover off, and turned the hose outlet on full. Lovely, bleachy suds covered the entire floor. As I waited patiently for about half an hour, the scent of poo was gradually replaced by the scent of “Lemon Fresh”. My accident washing away and down the drain.

By the way, I am actually naked this entire cleaning process. My shirt and shoes are in my backpack, and my shorts are soaking in the basin. I used a sponge and towel from my backpack to clean myself up, whilst I was waiting for the super-strength cleaner to work its magic on the floor. Eventually, the pool of water on the floor was crystal clear. I let the water run for a few more minutes to give the floor a good rinse. I decided to give my shorts another few minutes. In the meantime, I gave both toilets a good clean. I hadn’t even gone near them. I just thought it would be nice for people who may use this facility the next day to have a sparkly clean loo. After extricating my shorts from the basin, I gave the basin a thorough clean. I was actually quite proud of myself. I was probably leaving the facility 10 times cleaner than I found it.

I got dressed again. My shorts, although cleaned, were soaking wet. But this was the middle of summer, so wet shorts with no undies was actually pretty comfy. The ruined undies were consigned, unwashed, to a tomb of about 6 layers of plastic bags, soon to be deposited in an appropriate waste receptacle.

As I emerged from the toilet block, my penis suddenly reminded me of recent events. With no underwear, my lightweight shorts were easily tented outward, as another bulging stiffy warranted my attention. I wandered out onto the soccer field and just enjoyed having a wonderful stiffy under the stars. I took my spare towel out of my backpack and stuffed it down the back of my shorts (so I could pretend I’d done another poo in my shorts). I laid down in the middle of the field, cupped my hands on my privates, and had a wonderful, star-lit hump on the grass.

So now, every time I poo myself I want to have a lovely hump. It brings back so many fond memories. I was really getting into doing it on video chat too. I enjoyed people watching me hump my pillow in pooed undies….

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  1. I ike the second part of sticking the towel in your pants to resemble a load, I did stuff like that too. It’s so much fun to poop and hump.

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