Posted by Donnie C. on June 18, 2002 at 16:49
In Reply to: une histoire de caca culotte trouvée sur le net posted by L on June 18, 2002 at 15:29
Translation courtesy of Alta Vista:
"A history of excrement breeches found on the Net" (post title)
"History of Julie"
Contrary to much among you, I do not know passion to carry layers and to let myself go inside since good a long time. I started with me to let go in my clothing but even that, I did not begin it that at 14 years. Front, I was a girl perfectly "clean". Remainder, I am it always... I am now 19 years old.
All started, I said it when I was 14 years old. I was then, and I, am always impassioned writing and of reading. I read all the novels which passed to me between the hands, police officers, love, feelings, science fiction, fantastic, horror, all! I spent the whole hours lying on my bed, above the covers, positioned on the side with reading. When I was not in my bed, I had sat at my office but not to make my duties; to write! Finally in short, I made only these two things. Finally not, I was interested also a little in the fringues. I am not especially extravagant but I like to be equipped.
This day, I was precisely equipped by an overall out of blue jean below which I had a white blouse and panties. I was lying on my bed and I read a sentimental novel of my preferred author. I had been there for 16 hours, when I had returned of the courses, and it was almost 19 hours. I had not made of other than to arrive, to kiss my mother (my father does not live any more with it), to deposit my portfolio, to take the novel and to read. I had not taken four hours and I had not gone either to the toilets.
And I had read for almost three hours this delicious novel. It should be said that I had had course without interruption for 13 hours until 3.30 and that I needed décompresser. And how décompresser, while reading. Perhaps that my mother imagined once more that I made my duties. I came to one significant moment of the book, that where one will know. There remained to me only two chapters. It was necessary absolutely that I finish it. But here is, a desire started to assemble me. My intestines which had not been emptied any more since the day before claimed that I occupy myself a little them.
The dilemma was opposed to me. I did not like to read sitted on the WC. I never liked to make two things at the same time. I wished to retain me in order to finish my book still a little. Then, a such release, I would gain the toilets and would release me. Thus I started soon the final chapter. However my intestines launched me a last ultimatum which I was unaware of. I continued to continue my history. At this point in time a deafening noise of fart as well as a terrible odor invades my room. This time, I had really badly with the belly. More questions of reading, it was necessary that I rise and that I go there. But I had so badly suddenly. I could not any more raise me. And I was to fight more and more against my intestines which pushed in the contrary direction of what I made.
I heard initially a new noise then I felt my panties to inflate. As I was on the side, my excrement did not have any evil to be introduced into my breeches. At the beginning, I was amazed, I did not know how to react. The shame mixed with the incomprehension of a 14 year old girl who finds herself to make "excrement in her breeches". Then, I do not know why, I not put too well about the back. The matter then started to be spread out and I felt it between my legs and in the bottom of my back. It was awkward and good at the same time. Much better than when I masturbated with my cuddly toy.
My mother invited me to eat. Catastrophe, I returned a little my dream. Hard reality: I had made excrement in my breeches, I could only make. Statement or not? How was it going to react?
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