This happened this morning. It had been twelve hours since I’d eaten four bowls of chili in the hopes that I would have a bowel movement. I was only wearing a green bra and pink panties under blue toe-length leggings. I was laying on my bed, reading Wikipedia on my smartphone when I suddenly felt pressure on my anus, pressure that I immediately realized was an urge to poop. I put on my heels, got in front of my mirror, put my hands on my thighs, and I relaxed my anus. I began releasing a load of soft, warm, smelly poop into the back of my panties. “Oh, that feels good,” I thought as I pooped in my panties. After five minutes, I stopped pooping. I looked in my mirror and I found a bulge six times the size of a baseball in the back of my panties. I decided to stay in my poop-filled panties.