Posted by Pantsfiller on January 02, 2010 at 04:11 [86.130.147.117]
I have very much been influenced by the work of Lucy Peters and over the past couple of months been making plans for a mid-week break away from my family this coming Spring.
First, let me tell you something about myself. I am male and aged the wrong end of 40 but don’t feel it and I’ve been into wetting and filling my pants and wearing Nappies & Plastic Pants for more years than I’d care to remember . My fantasy would be to travel to a land where I could revert to a time in my life, say a 3-4 year old Toddler, just out of Nappies but quite unpredictable and still having many accidents, and just be able to do what comes naturally. Realistically I know this can’t happen but I have found an ideal Holiday Park destination here in the U.K. where I can get away with almost all of my little ‘diversions’. I don’t wish to name the place but this one is set in acres of large forest with excellent facilities and all have lodge type accommodation. I will be adding maybe one or two other accounts but here is one for the panty pooping Forums.
On my first day the weather will hopefully be fine,dry and warm. My choice of underwear for my chosen activity seem unusual but instead of my usual white Jockey Y-Fronts, I really like to wear ladies white Sloggi briefs. These are so comfortable and have a largish gusset for a pair of knickers and good elastics at the legs. Over these goes a pair of Khaki shorts and a Tee shirt. Following a leisurely breakfast I casually wander up to the main Village square where there are shops, Restaurants etc. My normal routine means I visit the toilet just after Breakfast so by now I should really have had my daily BM, this combined with my morning exercise starts to make me feel slightly desperate for a poop. After about a 10 minute walk I reach the square and decide to visit the Boutique Gift Shop. On entering I notice how calm the environment is with gentle Whale Sound Music playing in the background. There are already a few younger women busy browsing the displays and two rather attractive female members of staff standing at the counter who welcome me with a ‘Good Morning’. The excitement of the whole thing I’m about to do is by now making my load almost uncontrollable and I can feel a good fight going on in my pants. After a few more minutes, enough is enough and If I don’t take action soon I would certainly just fill my pants there and then. I turn my back on and position myself a couple of feet from the two members of staff who are busy at their counter but still within a few feet of three other young lady customers. Just at that point in time the whole place goes quiet as the background Whale music suddenly stops and you can literally hear a pin drop. I relax and let the whole load push its way out noisily with a sticky rasping sound istraight into the seat of my Sloggies. The way it fills my pants and moulds its way around my bum cheeks is such a delicious feeling and in my experience I always find that a BM is nearly always accompanied by Urination and on this occasion I am not disappointed as a small torrent of hot wee pours out caressing my balls, soaking the front of my Panties and makes a noticeable damp patch on the front of my shorts. This amount is not quite enough to start coursing down my legs and wetting my socks, maybe later !. It’s not long before a familiar pungent aroma fills the air and and the looks on the faces of my audience as they stare at the state of my pants confirms that I had indeed just filled my pants. I try and cover up this ‘staged’ accident by pretending to look embarrassed and I ask the shop assistants where the nearest toilets are situated. On leaving the shop I walk out with a slightly bow-legged gait, just for added affect. This is not the end of my activity as I decide to take my time walking back to my lodge. Normally with a pair of Jockey Y-Fronts, this load would soon start seeping out under the legs and make a bit of a mess down my legs but the Sloggies are really great and unless very loose, manage to contain a good dump in the pants very well. On my way back I find a bench and decide to gingerly perch on the edge then gently sitting backwards, my load of poo is pushed up the back of my pants instead of escaping at the legs. After a few minutes I get up and the whole pants filling now feels like tepid clay and temporarily sticks to my bottom before settling and re-moulding itself. As I said at the beginning, I just want to enjoy those carefree days as a Toddler and very soon I just let another unreliable and more substantial torrent of hot wee pour out which soaks my knickers and escapes out of the legs of my shorts coursing down my legs and into my socks and shoes. I then walk the remainder of the way back to my lodge in this delicious dirty and wet state before changing.
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