Posted by DallasBob on November 21, 2006 at 09:45 [70.245.144.8]
Since I am a DL more than I am into pants pooping, I posted this in the AB/DL board, however, since it does involve my first time before I found I liked diapers, I decided it might be appropriate here as well. I remember back when I was about 8 years old, we lived in Chicago. I'm not sure exactly where we were, or the purpose of the trip, other than visiting friends, but I do remember we were on the expressway, when the urge to poop suddenly hit. I knew that I probably should have used the bathroom before we left the house of the friends we were visiting, but I am a little shy about doing it at other peoples house. (and I still am!) Anyways, I told Mom that I really needed to poop, and she asked if I could hold it until we got home, and I stated "no, I really needed to go bad". She said she would try to find a gas station to pull into, but apparently there wasn't one close enough. I told her I really had to go, and I didn't think I could hold it much longer, in fact, I thought a little had already slipped out into my pants. She said "well, honey, if you think you've already dirtied your britches, you might as well go ahead and go, I don't see a gas station coming up anytime within the next couple of miles". I remember starting to cry, I knew if we had stopped, even at a restaraunt, there was no way I would make it in time from the car to the bathroom, and I told her so. "well, if you don't think you can make it, just do it, you'll feel better!". I couldn't believe she was giving me permission to poop my pants, and boy! Did I have to go. Without much hesitation, I lifted up slightly off the back seat, tugged at the seat of my pants to allow a little room, and felt the warm rush of soft poop fill the back of my pants. It spread quickly, I could feel it ease its way up my crack, as well as up to the back of my balls, I was totally a mess! My Mom said "shoo...you really had to go, didn't you?" I said through tears that I was sorry, but she assured me it was ok, I would just have to clean up when we got home, and she was sorry I had to do it in my pants. Thankfully there was an old raincoat in the back of our stationwagon, and she asked me to sit on that so I wouldn't stain the seat. Although she was very loving and forgiving of my accident, I felt totally humiliated!
Later, when we got home, she hugged me, and again assured me that it's alright, everyone has accidents now and then, even grown-ups. I was to learn a little later what she meant by that. She follwed me upstairs, had me stand in the tub while I took off my pants and poopy underwear, and threw the underwear in the toilet to soak a little bit. She then had me stand under the shower, rinsed me off the best she could, and once the presence of poop was all gone, told me to finish. She then rinsed out my underwear and flushed the toilet, took my underwear and pants and put them in the washer and left me to finish my shower. After I showered and dried off, I went to my room and got into some fresh clothes. Since I was pretty embarrassed, I decided it would be a good idea to stay in my room. Later, Mom came upstairs and asked in a very loving tone if I was alright. I told her I was, but she could clearly sense that I was feeling very humble about the situation. She sat on the edge of my bed, and patted the spot next to her for me to come and sit beside her. I did, and she put her loving arm around me, and said "sweetie, it's ok, it's not the end of the world, you have nothing to be ashamed of, we've all had accidents in our pants." This time I decided to ask "have you ever had an accident in your pants?" And she said "Of course I have, everyone has had them, we just don't go around talking about them, but it does happen." I asked her when did she ever have an accident, and she stated she had one as recently as 6 months ago, while at the grocery store. She stated she was pushing the grocery cart, and had dropped her pen she was using to cross the items off her grocery list, squatted down to pick it up, and felt a little release in her panties when she pushed to stand back up. She had also known that she should have taken care of business before she left the house, but didn't feel it was that big of an urge, and thought she could wait until she was finished shopping. Since she had already dirtied her panties, she decided it would be best to leave the cart and go home to clean up, but as she exited the store, she suddenly felt a stronger urge to go, and as she unlocked the car door, the urge became impossible to avoid, and she just stood there and let it out into her pants. I asked her if she felt embarrassed by it, and she said "why should I? No one else around me knew I had done it, I just went home and cleaned off, it's not a big deal". She informed me that it would not be the last time it happened, and if I couldn't make it to the toilet in time, that sometimes I would have to just go in my pants. She did warn me that if I was around other people when this happened, that they probably wouldn't be as understanding, and to try to avoid that situation.
I'm not sure if this incident is directly related to my liking to wear diapers and fill them, but I really think it was the start of my desires. I know that because my Mom made me feel so unashamed with her reassurances that it was ok, a few years later I informed her that although I didn't know why, I liked to poo in my pants, that it was a sexual turn-on.
My Mother has always been an understanding woman when it comes to me. I am an only child, my Dad was killed in a car wreck when I was 3, and thankfully the life insurance was enough to where we could live comfortably, and she did not have to work. I'm sure since she didn't have much of a social life, I became the centerpiece of her world. I could tell my Mom anything, and she was always very understanding and accepting, as well as giving me good direction. When I told her that I liked to poop in my pants, she stated that she already suspected it. I asked her how she knew, and she informed me that since she was the one who did my laundry, it was pretty obvious. She stated that she knew I only did it at home, and as long as I continued to do so, it would be perfectly ok with her, as long as I cleaned myself up. She also warned me that it would be very difficult for me to find a partner that would be accepting of this, and that I should be very discreet in who I shared this with. She seemed exhilarated that I was that open with her, hugged me, and assured me that she was the one person on this earth that I could always trust. She also informed me that there was no need to hide it from her anymore, and if I ever wanted to do it around her, she would be fine with it, because sometimes she does it on purpose too!!! I couldn't believe it! I think she wanted me to feel comfortable around her so she no longer had to hide it from me! In my next post, I will tell you about the first time I did it around her, and how it became something we enjoyed together. And just for assurances, there was never any type of sex involved, just a very nurturing time...
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