Train Accident
TRAIN ACCIDENT
I'm a 19 year old woman who has just recently discovered the joys of pooping in my panties. I had just finished my freshman year of college and was coming home on the train.
My boyfriend was meeting me at the train station and I was anxious to meet him since I had remained faithful to him throughout the semester at college.
No sooner had I gotten on the train when I felt a bowel movement coming on. I tried to put it off at first, but the pressure to drop the load slowly began to grow. I headed off to find a lavatory on the train, but I found all of them much too disgusting to use.
In one of them, someone had pooped all over the toilet seat. In another one, there wasn't any toilet paper and the door didn't lock. In the third one, the toilet was clogged and the lavatory flooded. The last remaining one was locked shut and marked "out of order" so I can only imagine how bad this one was.
I returned to my seat determined to hold it in even though that was becoming increasingly difficult. It was a long train ride and I was quite uncomfortable but the available toilets being what they were, I just tried to put it out of my mind. Trying to put it out of my mind, however, was next to impossible when with about an hour left in my trip, I found myself sitting there in a big load of soft, smelly, sticky poop.
At first, I could not believe I had done something like this. I felt so terribly ashamed of myself. Teenage girls move their bowels in the toilet, I had been taught, and only babies do that in their pants. I vividly recalled the last time I had so disgraced myself, which was on my 8th grade class trip. Another situation when I found the public restrooms much too disgusting to use.
I also vividly remembered the teasing I got for it. The forced clean-up (in a gas station bathroom). The punishment from school (writing, "I must learn not to have bowel movements in my panties," 500 times). And getting grounded for an entire month at home.
Sitting there in my mess, all I hoped for was the train ride to be over and that no one would find out about this. Later I felt the urge to pee but after realizing there is no use of holding it I let it go as well.
Now my underwear and pants were wet and there was a clear wet spot in my pants but luckily no one noticed it. All I wanted in the world was just to take a shower and flush the evidence down the drain.
The longer I sat there, trying to conceal my disgrace from the other passengers and plotting my clean-up at home, the more I started thinking about something else. I began to realized that the thought of what I did and the fear of being embarrassed and/or punished for it was far worse than the smell of the accident and the feeling of having the poop load in my panties. The latter being far less unpleasant than I could have ever imagined.
Believe it or not, as I drew near my destination, I had almost put the discomfort of the panty-load out of my mind. Something I would never have been able to do if I had still been holding my bowel movement back. Finally, the train ride was over and my boyfriend met me at the station.
We went back to his car (parked conveniently in a dark, secluded part of the parking lot) and started doing exactly what you'd expect two teenagers to do. Believe it or not, I had completely forgotten about the accident and when my boyfriend unexpectedly reached inside my panties, boy did he get a surprise. He was too shocked to say anything and I was just about in tears from my embarrassment.
I mumbled something about having had an accident on the train and offered that he could take me to a gas station or somewhere else that I could clean up. Actually, the mess didn't bother me that much, but I just assumed it bothered him and I wanted to deal with it quickly.
Apparently, it didn't bother him that much (or at all), either. Believe me, I really love making love, but there is just something indescribably special about being made love to in messy, loaded panties.
From that moment on, I was a confirmed panty-pooper, even though that was my one and only such experience. By the time my boyfriend and I were finished in the car, it was way past my curfew.
Before reaching home I peed myself again into my already wet and messy panties. My mother was waiting up for me when I got home and my accident was impossible to hide.
First she noticed the wet spot in my pants and then the smell. And the bulge was more than convincing for her. Anyway I was caught. Actually, it was an even worse mess now after several hours of rolling around in the car.
Not only was I in trouble for staying out too late, but for having the accident as well. After allowing me to shower, my mom made me rinse out my messy panties in the toilet. It was really disgusting sticking my hands in the toilet and they was stained so badly that it took me forever to scrub them clean.
As I write this, I have 8 days remaining on a month long grounding for the twin offenses. I have not been out of the house since that night with my boyfriend. Everyday of my grounding, I have to clean both bathrooms in the house and twice I had to do so with a toothbrush (punishment for complaining about my punishment).
I have been given lots of extra chores to do and during the first week of my punishment. She actually made me sit on the toilet for an hour straight everyday as if I were some three year old in the process of being toilet trained.
In spite of this (and the treat of even worse punishment for future accidents), I will not be deterred from messing in my panties once again. And again and again and again!! The pleasure will always be greater than the punishment.
Written By: Tessy
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