Posted by nerdgirl on June 20, 2009 at 22:04 [71.175.227.193]
So when I started college last fall (which just ended for the summer...finally), I was pretty excited to be living away from home for the first time. Not just out of my parent's house, mind you, but away from the whole area where I grew up. I just badly wanted to start over again, all by myself. You could say that I'm a little bit introverted. Socially, that is. I have always enjoyed talking to strangers on the internet (like now, for example). Probably because of the anonymous nature of things.
Anyways, I've had a pants pooping fetish for quite a few years now. It developed sometime in my mid-teens, after having an accident or two and finding that I wasn't really bothered by it. Ok, I admit...I've got a rather strong obsession with video games, and sometimes I just kept procrastinating and procrastinating until...well, you know.
So not long into my college experience, I meet this girl Angie. We have two classes together, so I guess just seeing each other more frequently than we saw other students gave us something to talk about. I really didn't care for her that much. She was one of those goody-two-shoes girls who study real hard and always have a cheerful smile on her face. But she really liked me. Maybe, I bet, because I was one of the few people who would tolerate listening to her for more than three seconds.
So in November, there is this party off campus. Now, I'm not social AT ALL, but this guy I met who worked at the campus radio station (and whom I had a little crush on) insisted that I go there too and meet up with him. Ok, sure. I get to the party, and I find him...but he's making out with some blonde haired girl. I shoot him a look and he gives me this awkward "oh shit...did you just see that?" smile. I was done with him, and I was going to just leave, but I decided that as long as I was here, maybe I would partake in some of the alcohol. Yes, I was an alochol virgin, living my sheltered life all those years. I was surprised by how much I liked my first beer. So I had another. And then another after that.
I wasn't drunk (there'd be other parties where I'd learn the meaning of drunk), but I was tipsy. Buzzed, maybe? I wasn't completly in my right mind, regardless. But I was aware enough to decide that I might as well leave the party before I wake up in bed with some drooling moron or get caught up in a bust by the police.
So, I'm walking back to campus now and in my mind there is this little voice that says "Do you know what would be cool? If you messed your panties right now and walked home in them." I had never done anything like that before, and I would normally be completly petrified of doing that in public, but my brain was exceptionally talented at rationalizing anything once I had a few beers in me.
"There are barely any people walking around. It's 11 at night. You're just going to walk right to your room and clean up."
And so I push as I walk, and before long I can feel it working itself out. I actually stop and walk into a darker area near the sidewalk and quickly squat, making it easier. It doesn't take long until my panties are loaded with a thick sticky mess. My baggy shorts give the panties some room, thankfully, as I can't imagine where the poo would've gone if I had tighter pants on. I'm pretty turned on now, and I'm walking with a load in my pants.
Just as I step on campus though, I hear a familiar sounding voice calling out my name. "Oh shit," I say. It was Angie. Turns out, Angie was taking a late night walk.
We make some small talk and I'm getting a little nervous, because I know that I can smell my messy panties. And if I can smell them, I know that she can. Occasionally, as she talks about her math test or her recent trip to the museum, I see her wrinkling her nose, as if she's trying to figure out what it is she is smelling.
"Campus smells weird tonight, doesn't it?" she asks me.
"Uh..a little, yeah. What does it smell like to you?" I reply.
"Like...I don't know. Dog poo or something. Its kind of gross. I didn't smell it before, but now I can't seem to get away from it." She was pretty baffled.
I was doing my best not to blush or get excited.
Suddenly, something clicked in her head. She looked at me again, and then slowly glanced to my backside before looking back at me. I'm not sure if there was a visible sign I had messed myself or not, but she seemed to be certain no matter what.
"Did you...?" she started
"Yes..."
Then, she did something completly unexpected and threw her arms around me and hugged me very tightly.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize! Here I am talking about my school work and you're probably freaking out because you had an accident! Oh god, I'm so sorry."
"No really, Angie," I tried to explain, "Its okay."
With a look of complete compassion, she then asked me "Do you need help?"
"Help?" I asked.
"Yeah...I mean...I know its embarassing for you. But I'm your friend, and I want to help you, if I can."
I debated on what to say for a moment. But then I just found myself blurting out: "I did it on purpose."
She looked shocked.
"On...purpose?"
"Yeah."
"You...had an accident in your pants...on purpose?"
"Yeah."
"I...have never heard of such a thing before. Why did you do it on purpose?"
I realized that there was little point in holding back now.
"Because I like to."
We had been walking this entire time, but after I said that, I found that I was walking alone. I glanced behind me, to see Angie just staring ahead with her mouth opened. I figured that was probably the end of our "friendship."
But about two minutes later, I heard some rapid footsteps behind me, followed by the breathing of someone who doesn't run very much. It was Angie.
"I'm sorry, Becca," she said. "I didn't know what to say back there."
"It's okay," I said.
"Look...I still mean it, though. If you need any help...I'll help you."
Now it was my turn to stop and stare at her.
"How is it that you want to help me?"
"I could, like, help clean you."
"You would want to help clean my shitty ass?"
"I...well...yes. I would."
I thought about it for a moment, but I didnt know what to say. Not in my wildest dreams did I imagine this happening.
"Okay," I found myself saying. "On one condition."
"Yes?"
"You have to poop your pants too. Tonight."