AlwaysStinky

Googling 'sheep pants', 'sheep underwear', 'sheep brand pants' just comes up with pants with sheep designs.

Seeing as this is a beauty make up show I wouldn't be supprised if it's just a wackey knickers design. It does look like it has a scrunchy waistband which is weird for normal pants(underwear for my american friends) and below the waistband looks strangely bulky. It's not sitting tightly against the skin, looking slightly baggy, that's kinda weird for normal pants. Doesn't look super comfortable unless it had the potential to hold extra mass if you get what I mean. I also see a little tag at the front of them, which again is weird. I can't get a higher res version of the tag though. It might be a sheep? Maybe someone can recognise the specific brand and item from the tag and design? I literally have no idea to start...

Sam told himself that he was excited for his first day on the job. He'd worked hard at college and was now finally ready to enter the professional world. But the truth is that he was incredibly anxious. As a child and into his teenage years he'd always been an anxious person, but unlike all previous times this anxiety would prove particularly disastrous for his underwear. He'd never had any toilet troubles after potty training and was not a particularly "late bloomer" in this regards either. This would prove to only further Sams embarrassment and confusion from the impending little oopsie he's about to make. "Hello, you must be the new starter! If you sit down over there I'll be right with you to start your introduction." Sam dutifully sat down in the designated area. He began to think of what he was expecting of the day and began to worry if he'd forgotten anything. As his mind wandered, a pressure began to build that he was yet unaware of. Usually Sam had no problems with such preschool things and if he could see himself now, knowing now what would occur only shortly later as a result, he would surely cringe with extreme embarrassment. But notice his growing toilet need he did not, the anxiety of his first day simply overloaded all other sensations in his brain. After around 20 minutes the secretary came back to collect Sam and lead him to his next destination. In which time his lower pressure had grow a fair bit but still not enough for poor Sam to notice yet. He was still preoccupied worrying about the fact he hadn't brought anything to write with. Sam was brought to a small office with a projector and screen where he found himself sat in front of it. The act of sitting of course jostled around his ever growing need but still this did not awaken his awareness of it. If this continued for much longer Sam was going to find himself having an accident without ever even knowing he needed to go! Regrettably for us dear reader, this was not to be the case. Sam would shortly discover his desperation; he is an adult after all. And discover it he did as he slowly relaxed and watched the introduction video he also slowly (too slowly as it would turn out) became aware of his need to empty himself. Sam first noticed that he was somewhat uncomfortable and quickly realised the cause. At first he wasn't aware of its severity and decided to ignore it. He thought to hold it as he didn't want to interrupt the video and was slightly embarrassed that he didn't think to go earlier when he had the chance. It would only dawn on him later, when it was already too late, how desperate he actually was. His lower extremities were really aching and he was still yet to come fully aware of it. As the video came to a close Sam had finally come to understand the dire nature of the situation he found himself in. He was desperate and wiggled slightly in seat. Sam didn't want the other new starters to know of his childish emergency, he thought they'd judge him for letting it get so bad without acting. That is the actions of a small child after all. If he couldn't even manage his own biological needs effectively how could he work effectively? He didn't even have any medical conditions to excuse it! The video finally came to a close as Sam was really starting to struggle keeping himself closed. "We'll take a short break and introduce you to the break room while we're at it" Finally, Sam thought, now I'll get a chance to go to the toilet. Of course we know he'll never get that far, other than to clean up, but right now Sam was relieved. Soon he'd relieve on himself too. As he walked out the room and was about to ask where the toilets were the secretary started making small talk to him. Being flustered Sam didn't interject and instead sealed his fate. The talk only lasted a minutes but it was still already all over. As Sam was talked at by the secretary his desperation quickly spiked. The shuffled walk he was making proved to be too much for his tired rear end. He froze for a second as he felt himself turtling into his underwear. Fighting for control he managed to re-close his small and unwanted movement but not before it had left a muddy smear around his cheeks. Sam blushing wildly from this, finally realizing the absolute dire situation he was in, deeply embarrassed about the small accident he had just had. This small incident however would be completely overshadowed by what inevitable comes next. The secretary noticed Sam suddenly falling short and turned to face him, she saw his red cheeks with an alarmed look and was about to ask if everything was alright before Sam very abruptly interrupted "Sorry, I need to go" and sped off to the toilets. It of course was all too late for Sam as his quickened pace finally proved too much. Not had he gotten three paces past the woman before his bottom opened up. A mass entered the back of his underwear pushing it out quickly then filled all available space. It was hard at first, being compacted for so long, meaning at first his accident tent poled his pants out in a fairly obvious way. Then the softer mess followed, moving down and around and following the contours of his bottom. It moved swiftly and with force filling to his ball sack then up his crack as it pushed for more space. When the load reached the back of his waistband it began to fill outwards further expanding the back of his pants, creeping around his ball sack, oozing through his leg cuffs dropping directly into his pants and eventually pushing out the top of his waistband. The poop was a very large load after some time of collection within Sam, his anxiety about his first day distracting him from basic needs. It tented out the back of his pants that was quite noticeable but might have gone unnoticed if no one was nearby or watching him from behind. The secretary was of course both of these things. She had a very clear front row seat to see his very large preschool potty accident. She saw the hard head spike out his pants, then the soft mass fill out around it further expanding his bottom quite significantly and the tell tale crackling and popping sound that accompanied. She wouldn't have had any doubt in her mind that Sam had just had a little (or should I say big) oopsie in his pants even if she wasn't experienced catching pants poopers. But she was also a mother of potty training children so had seen and heard this exact event before. She had no doubt in her mind Sam had just pooped his pants. I big one too she thought with her eye brow rising. Sam was in a haze by this point, having an almost out of body experience as he absolutely filled his pants to the brim. Had he been more in tune with his body particularly his waist, he would have been horrified by the length of the constant bowel movement. In all it might have lasted around ten seconds, quickly filling space then slowly creeping to fill every available millimetre of space until it had nowhere else to go but leak out his waistband and leg. Sam however barely noticed as he had what turned out to be one of the biggest movements of his life, directly into his underwear. Even if he had decided to wear protection today (which he never would have thought of as though he hadn’t had an accident at all since he was 3) it still wouldn’t have been able to contain his mess. Anyway Sam’s brain barely even registered the sensation of the warm mass filling around his bum as it went into a panic mode after accepting the inevitable. Sam continued to make a beeline straight to the toilet doors that had come into view as soon as he had started his disastrous dart to them. So unfortunately Sam had not only neglected to attend his bottom he had also neglected his bladder. In Sam’s dazed state his bladder also decided to take advantage of the moment. This time it wasn’t as urgent and his bladder wasn’t nearly as full, but without protection a wetting doesn’t need to be especially large to fill ones shoes and urine would indeed soak Sam’s shoes. Not only this, but he wouldn’t even realize he had a double accident until he had time to recuperate in the toilet. Another embarrassing fact the Sam would cringe about when dwelled on later. Not only did he have a complete desperation, pants filling to containment failure messing followed by a shoes soaking wetting, he didn’t even know he was wetting himself when he did it. As said Sam might have noticed the growing warmth emanating from his crotch had it not been for his panic stricken mind. But notice he did not so his bladder was left uncontested as it emptied its 90% capacity. A dark, shinny, wet patch quickly grew and cascaded down Sam’s crotch. Shortly running down the legs and flowing through and darkening the light grey converse shoes. His pale grey jeans also did nothing but highlight to anyone watching him peeing himself. The dark bowl grew outwards around his crotch as the stream increased in intensity. Had Sam seen anyone looking at the dark trails flowing down his legs he wouldn’t have noticed as he didn’t know he was even wetting himself. He might have worried that poo was leaking out his pants leg and look down and see to his horror he was also wetting. However no one was present in front of his to clue him into this additional accident. The secretary was naturally still watching from behind and caught the whole event clearly. She had no doubt that Sam has messed himself before and stood a little stunned as she watch the what she had thought was a man wet himself so completely that even his shoes seeped pee. More the act of a small child rather than an adult she thought. She then remembered she just saw Sam have the biggest messing accident she’d ever seen and she thought with a smirk that the little boy should have brought his diapers today. Meanwhile Sam finally reached the toilet doors only to be greeted by his new boss opening the door. The boss’s eyes dropped immediately to Sam’s unknowingly wet pants. “Oh err, oh dear. Let me just get out your way.” He said, shuffling by Sam. As he passed he caught a smell he vaguely recognised from his child rearing days and glanced back to see the now obvious browning damp mound around Sam’s behind and immediately knew what it meant. With bemused concern he muttered "Oh my" before considering offering assistance to Sam but decided not to in order to spare him further embarrassment. The secretary although was much less likely to spare Sam being a mother actively potty training her children. The training cogs were already moving in her head regarding Sam. Sam meanwhile quickly waddled into a toilet stand, closed the door and finally had a moment of respite. He stood still for a moment with his forehead pressed against the inside of the door. Slowly he noticed a cooling around his crotch. He moaned as he saw the clear as day wet trail down his legs telling him he had also emptied his bladder into his pants. When did that happen he wondered, before remembering the man had seen him in very wetted pants to make the situation so much more embarrassing for Sam. He then thought about the sniff and muffled expression that came from his boss indicating that he also found out he had pooped himself. It was certainly a strong (smelling) way to make a first impression to your boss. Standing there mortified he eventually began considering his next move. How was he going to clean up and save any face? He hadn’t brought any change of clothes and the wet trail cascading down his legs was a dead giveaway. There was also a growing damp patch across his entire ass and a wet brown patch under his crotch as the pee saturated his mess and dripped through his pants. Looking down he saw the puddle around his shoes slowly turn a darker shade as the messy pee trickled down his legs and reached the flour. He was in fact still dribbling pee, with this flow slow enough to mix with his poo and stain brown before moving down his legs. The inside of his legs were slowly turning a light brown as this progressed. Too numbed to stop it Sam would continue to dribble until he would get his underwear off and see the continued but subdued stream coming out the end of his penis. He took a quick breath and decided to try and take his pants off, over the toilet as much of his mess had leaked out his boxers. As he waddled over to it small pieces of mess would creep out the bottom of his pants leg and settle on the floor until the caretaker would clean them later. Said caretaker would wonder who brought a small child to work and would ask about it before being told the truth. Later the secretary would explain “Oh one of the new apprentices aren’t quite as potty trained as we thought. But I’m looking after that. If you see one with an expanded waist, you’ll know why” she winked alluding to the diaper bulge she intended on imposing upon Sam. But going back to Sam in the present he began to unbutton his saturated pants. As he slowly pulled down his pants as they squelched off his underwear he eventually moved past his bum and eased the built up pressure there. The moment he did the last remnants of his mess that had been sitting inside his relaxed rectum flowed out tenting out his underwear just that little more. Sam simultaneously saw the part of his tighty not so whities containing his penis was still flowing slightly with pee. He pulled his pants down a little further as he saw the continued glistening around the front of his crotch, the brown stream continue down his leg and dripping unto the inside of his mess covered pants and felt the last mass slip out his butt before he realised his was still totally relaxed down there. Naturally he quickly clenched up closing himself but also producing a final squirt of urine that lifted out of his pants just to unquestioningly confirm that he had still been peeing himself. Just like he had been still peeing himself in front of his boss and all the way over to where he stood now. Yet another wave of red embarrassment filled his cheeks, at this rate a blood vessel would surely burst within them. Sam stood even further confused and horrified at how this had happened. Again his mind began to race thinking of how he would deal with this "little" situation. As it would turn out he would need quite a lot of help from the Secretary to rescue him out of his stinky confides. Which she was happy to do being the caring woman she was although we know that this assistance would come with the side effect of some major changes for Sam. For now however we shall leave Sam standing in his own mess with a slowly browning puddle around his feet as he tries to recover from the absolute most embarrassing event that would ever happen to him. Will we see more of Sam, or even the end to this specific event? I have no idea, it entirely depends on whether or not I can be bothered.