I Nearly Didn’t Make It

Driving home, the other day, I had that feeling that I needed to poo urgently. Being on a course of pain-killer tablets, which had a side effect of making one constipated, I was fairly confident that the power forcing its way down to my sphincter was a large firm load. There is a time and place for everything and that time and place did not lend itself to pooping my pants, as I was wearing a good pair of trousers that I wanted to keep clean. I was not too worried about the underpants as the load promised to be firm, with little mess and underpants are designed to get a bit stained at times.
While sitting in the car, the mere fact that I was sitting, may have postponed to emergence of the load, but as soon as I got out of the car, at home, I could feel the head of the load starting to open my sphincter and no effort allowed me to stop its relentless journey. As I walked into the house, I could feel that it was well on its way and by putting my hand back there, confirmed that an inch or so was already tenting my underpants out. I made a bee-line for the bathroom with the load extruding further.
I finally reached the toilet and pulled my pants down with the load now poking out a good two inches. As I was safely sitting on the toilet, I let it continue its way out. The firm part of the load was now out and a stream of softer poo followed. I was sorry that the time and place did not allow me to indulge in my fetish of panty-pooping, as the load was huge and took two flushes to get it round the bend.

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  1. I hate when that happens. I look at my huge turd in the toilet and think about how it would have felt if I did it in my pants.

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