This happened Sunday afternoon. I was wearing a blue bikini. It had been twenty hours since I’d eaten four bowls of chili for dinner in hopes of pooping. I was sunbathing in my backyard when I felt pressure on my anus, pressure that I immediately realized was an urge to poop. I went to my bedroom, got in front of my mirror, put my hands on my thighs, and I relaxed my anus. I began farting and as I started releasing a load of soft, warm, smelly poop into the back of my swimsuit bottoms. I kept farting as I continued pooping in my swimsuit bottoms. “Oh, that feels good,” I thought while I was dropping my turds. After five minutes, I stopped farting and pooping. I looked in the mirror and found a bulge six times the size of a baseball in the back of my swimsuit bottoms. I decided to stay in my poop-filled swimsuit bottoms.