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I wanted to create a thread specific for non-diaper messing. I enjoy hearing stories, real or fantasy, regarding pooping in one’s clothes. I only poop in my panties and usually in girly clothes. I like the relief of taking a dump and allowing it to stain so it is visible on the outside, like a genuine accident. I don’t get many opportunities with having a family so sharing with others helps. As I write this, I’m holding back from making a nice brown mess in my dress and tights. 

 

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I think this is a great idea for a topic. Im usually not into messing really much at all. Personally I’ve only had two times I’ve pooped my pants that come to mind. Once I was on my way home from

We live on acreage and occasionally in the summer while my wife is still sleeping I will put on her a pair of her shorts, and put an out of order sign on the toilet. I will cook breakfast and the

It definitely does. I hardly ever do it anymore, but I've had some real fun in the past. This one really happened: One day I knew I'd be all alone for a while, and being a week-day, nobody w

2 hours ago, DefecateDarlin said:

I wanted to create a thread specific for non-diaper messing. I enjoy hearing stories, real or fantasy, regarding pooping in one’s clothes. I only poop in my panties and usually in girly clothes. I like the relief of taking a dump and allowing it to stain so it is visible on the outside, like a genuine accident. I don’t get many opportunities with having a family so sharing with others helps. As I write this, I’m holding back from making a nice brown mess in my dress and tights. 

 

Great idea. It would be cool to have such a space to share our interests and stories. So, if it's possible, please start!

I'm also very much into messing, and also the best scenario is when it's a close to a real accident experience. I've had a few accidents in my life, mostly due to IBS, but still this is the best scenario for me.

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I love a good big dump, in or out of clothing. I like it even better if it's then smeared all over the shitter. I haven't done it myself for some time. Not since I realised that I could be smelt by others long after I thought I was clean. I don't have any photos, though I've been wondering lately how I could take some, at least of my shit-covered legs. I really do not want shit on either my phone or my camera. I'll probably do something with a tripod.

I think a lot of shit porn is fake. When 5 girls shit at about the same time, the same amount and the same colour, it's got to be fake. Also, by "long after" i meant almost 6 hours. 

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I also love messing my clothes every now and again, especially if I’ve been reading stories on this site! I’ve been enjoying 

and this morning decided to hold everything in as long as possible.

I could feel what I thought was a good hard poo needing release, and put on my gardening jeans. The pain was getting worse but to double down I strolled out to chat to some guys doing some work for me, had a good look round the garden, and back into the house still feeling just about in control. As I busied myself making coffee though my bladder started complaining and I had to really cross my legs. A small trickle still made it out though. I read some more posts, feeling more and more desperate, until the dam broke and before I could clamp off my jeans were wet around the crotch and down my inner thighs. I love that trickle down my legs!

I thought I could keep from pooping a bit longer though, and ran up and downstairs sorting a few things out still in my wet jeans. As I reached downstairs and sipped my coffee the dull ache of pressure suddenly became urgent and gurgly and I could feel my arse opening involuntarily. As I dashed back upstairs to the bathroom I could feel it filling my pants - much looser than I had anticipated and I didn’t want to ruin these new boxers so pulled my jeans down and the back of my boxers, sat in the loo and let go! Piss gushed through my boxers, and the sound of wet poo hitting the water filled the air, followed by the stench.

I am now sat on the loo writing this enjoying the smell before I jump in the shower and clean everything up. Would you like to see pics of the messy boxers? Is that allowed? 

 

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7 hours ago, WetNick88 said:

 

I am now sat on the loo writing this enjoying the smell before I jump in the shower and clean everything up. Would you like to see pics of the messy boxers? Is that allowed? 

 

You can always use the hidden content tool describing clearly what's inside. Then everybody is free to decide if they want to see it or not.

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I’ve had soft poops of late so I’ve forgone pants to highten the mess in skirts/dresses. Today I’m roleplaying in a fancy dress and thong. I’ve got a tummy ache and not sure if I can make it. Downside is all my dresses that I’m willing to mess are dark-colored. I’m hoping it’ll ooze out from under the dress onto the floor 🫢 

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I have & sometimes do mess when alone for fun. Not only do I like that moment when it's so despirate that it's a case of "do or don't I" and if I am in the mood will hang onto that feeling for as long as possible till it becomes inevitable and can feel it sliding out into my pants. Then the rush of releif and the shear enjoyment of feeling the back of my pants fill and become heavy with the warm load that has just pushed out with unstopable force. I will generally like to be fully clothed and deliberately too busy to go to the toilet when I let go. I don't do it as often now has I find the clean-up a chore as I rarely do firm ones and as always with family etc is getting suficcient alone time to enjoy & clean up. However as @WetNick88 said, when reading stories or seeing photo's/vids, I can easily get me in the mood. 

 

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Finding the time is hard. Even alone I  am limited where I can do it since my house has cameras and I keep this fetish to myself. I pantypoo’d on Tuesday outside but wound up covered in mosquito bites. Today I was in a tight dress but didn’t have much time.
Ideally I’d love a light colored tight fancy dress/gown, all day to myself, and a week’s worth of shit in my gut that is about to break down the backdoor. 
 

Scene: wearing a tight white fabric dress. I’m outside on a nice day, sitting by myself. My stomach has been gurgling and can feel a huge log. It’s so big, I don’t want to clog my toilet which would definitely happen. I feel the urge to let gas out, so I do. I’ve been backed up for a week so despite my efforts to only release air, a thick massive dump begins opening my sphincter. I could rush back inside with only streaks in my panties but suddenly this makes me realize I won’t have any plumbing issues. 
 

I crouch down and give an experimental push. My hole hurts from the size of the load, the thick dump getting stuck for a few seconds before breaking off with a crackle. My panties are barely staying on with the amount of excrement. I’m nowhere near done. Another log begins to come out, softer because my dinner was rich with olive oil. Oh, eww, it’s a bit sticky. I push and the mess makes a “blrrrp” noise as it exits, splattering on top of the massive mound of poo. 
 

The fabric of my panties is below my cheeks, a mass the size of a small melon nestled in the lace. Last night’s dinner must’ve cleared things up because there’s more gurgling. Before I can stop it, softer mush falls out, landing on the back of my dress. I gasp, my panties now down my thighs and sticky cheeks pressed against my dress. I close my eyes and gasp, trying to stop and clench but the sphincter is stretched. “Blrrrrp plrpp pfffllp plpp plppp” can be heard as I brown the seat of my dress. A final rush of mushy diarrhea splatters on to the ground. 
 

The smell is disgusting. I look down where there is a liquid pile on top of a solid one. It reminds me of a cake with frosting. There are soft plops of excrement sliding down my legs. My ass hurts from the size of the backed up log and sting of not-solid poo. I carefully slide my panties off, the soft chunks coating my cheeks sliding on the interior of the dress as I bend down. I give a little push and remnants of colon clutter shoot like a squirt gun into my dress. Oops. Clearly it’s now “don’t trust a fart” mode. I waddle into the house, carefully not to get splotches on the floor, and check back in the mirror. There are small spots on the dress, minus the liquid shit that was just ejected into a noticeable splotch on the seat. I giggle and try to push again but nothing comes out. I clench my cheeks but the fabric doesn’t move as it’s caked in place. Thank goodness for Oxyclean! 
 

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I enjoy female desperation and accident. I rarely mess on purpose. I had an accident once when I was a preteen.

 

4 hours ago, DefecateDarlin said:

I’ve had soft poops of late so I’ve forgone pants to highten the mess in skirts/dresses. Today I’m roleplaying in a fancy dress and thong. I’ve got a tummy ache and not sure if I can make it. Downside is all my dresses that I’m willing to mess are dark-colored. I’m hoping it’ll ooze out from under the dress onto the floor 🫢 

Are you trying to hold it until you just can't anymore?

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13 minutes ago, Secretbloke said:

I enjoy female desperation and accident. I rarely mess on purpose. I had an accident once when I was a preteen.

 

Are you trying to hold it until you just can't anymore?

I had a short window of time. I leaned against the bathroom counter and pushed. Only a bit landed in my thong before it started falling in little mushy piles on the floor. I had to quick shower and disinfect before I had to pick up my kids. I would’ve preferred getting the inside of the dress more poopied but it was successful. Not sure I’ll do it in a thong again because I’d rather fill something. 

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13 hours ago, DefecateDarlin said:

Finding the time is hard. Even alone I  am limited where I can do it since my house has cameras and I keep this fetish to myself. I pantypoo’d on Tuesday outside but wound up covered in mosquito bites. Today I was in a tight dress but didn’t have much time.
Ideally I’d love a light colored tight fancy dress/gown, all day to myself, and a week’s worth of shit in my gut that is about to break down the backdoor. 
 

Scene: wearing a tight white fabric dress. I’m outside on a nice day, sitting by myself. My stomach has been gurgling and can feel a huge log. It’s so big, I don’t want to clog my toilet which would definitely happen. I feel the urge to let gas out, so I do. I’ve been backed up for a week so despite my efforts to only release air, a thick massive dump begins opening my sphincter. I could rush back inside with only streaks in my panties but suddenly this makes me realize I won’t have any plumbing issues. 
 

I crouch down and give an experimental push. My hole hurts from the size of the load, the thick dump getting stuck for a few seconds before breaking off with a crackle. My panties are barely staying on with the amount of excrement. I’m nowhere near done. Another log begins to come out, softer because my dinner was rich with olive oil. Oh, eww, it’s a bit sticky. I push and the mess makes a “blrrrp” noise as it exits, splattering on top of the massive mound of poo. 
 

The fabric of my panties is below my cheeks, a mass the size of a small melon nestled in the lace. Last night’s dinner must’ve cleared things up because there’s more gurgling. Before I can stop it, softer mush falls out, landing on the back of my dress. I gasp, my panties now down my thighs and sticky cheeks pressed against my dress. I close my eyes and gasp, trying to stop and clench but the sphincter is stretched. “Blrrrrp plrpp pfffllp plpp plppp” can be heard as I brown the seat of my dress. A final rush of mushy diarrhea splatters on to the ground. 
 

The smell is disgusting. I look down where there is a liquid pile on top of a solid one. It reminds me of a cake with frosting. There are soft plops of excrement sliding down my legs. My ass hurts from the size of the backed up log and sting of not-solid poo. I carefully slide my panties off, the soft chunks coating my cheeks sliding on the interior of the dress as I bend down. I give a little push and remnants of colon clutter shoot like a squirt gun into my dress. Oops. Clearly it’s now “don’t trust a fart” mode. I waddle into the house, carefully not to get splotches on the floor, and check back in the mirror. There are small spots on the dress, minus the liquid shit that was just ejected into a noticeable splotch on the seat. I giggle and try to push again but nothing comes out. I clench my cheeks but the fabric doesn’t move as it’s caked in place. Thank goodness for Oxyclean! 
 

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Nice, that kind of thing gets me in the mood to do it myself again but unfortunatley not alone at the moment  which is a shame as I am ready for my morning dump.

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On 7/13/2023 at 8:31 PM, DefecateDarlin said:

Finding the time is hard. Even alone I  am limited where I can do it since my house has cameras and I keep this fetish to myself. I pantypoo’d on Tuesday outside but wound up covered in mosquito bites. Today I was in a tight dress but didn’t have much time.
Ideally I’d love a light colored tight fancy dress/gown, all day to myself, and a week’s worth of shit in my gut that is about to break down the backdoor. 
 

Scene: wearing a tight white fabric dress. I’m outside on a nice day, sitting by myself. My stomach has been gurgling and can feel a huge log. It’s so big, I don’t want to clog my toilet which would definitely happen. I feel the urge to let gas out, so I do. I’ve been backed up for a week so despite my efforts to only release air, a thick massive dump begins opening my sphincter. I could rush back inside with only streaks in my panties but suddenly this makes me realize I won’t have any plumbing issues. 
 

I crouch down and give an experimental push. My hole hurts from the size of the load, the thick dump getting stuck for a few seconds before breaking off with a crackle. My panties are barely staying on with the amount of excrement. I’m nowhere near done. Another log begins to come out, softer because my dinner was rich with olive oil. Oh, eww, it’s a bit sticky. I push and the mess makes a “blrrrp” noise as it exits, splattering on top of the massive mound of poo. 
 

The fabric of my panties is below my cheeks, a mass the size of a small melon nestled in the lace. Last night’s dinner must’ve cleared things up because there’s more gurgling. Before I can stop it, softer mush falls out, landing on the back of my dress. I gasp, my panties now down my thighs and sticky cheeks pressed against my dress. I close my eyes and gasp, trying to stop and clench but the sphincter is stretched. “Blrrrrp plrpp pfffllp plpp plppp” can be heard as I brown the seat of my dress. A final rush of mushy diarrhea splatters on to the ground. 
 

The smell is disgusting. I look down where there is a liquid pile on top of a solid one. It reminds me of a cake with frosting. There are soft plops of excrement sliding down my legs. My ass hurts from the size of the backed up log and sting of not-solid poo. I carefully slide my panties off, the soft chunks coating my cheeks sliding on the interior of the dress as I bend down. I give a little push and remnants of colon clutter shoot like a squirt gun into my dress. Oops. Clearly it’s now “don’t trust a fart” mode. I waddle into the house, carefully not to get splotches on the floor, and check back in the mirror. There are small spots on the dress, minus the liquid shit that was just ejected into a noticeable splotch on the seat. I giggle and try to push again but nothing comes out. I clench my cheeks but the fabric doesn’t move as it’s caked in place. Thank goodness for Oxyclean! 
 

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Oh yes, this is a perfect scenario. I have the same problem - lack of time. And sometimes when I have a time window... my body simply refuses to cooperate. Last time in my trip I had a plan for some new activities, like finally pooping my pants somehow public, but my body simply refused to cooperate and I was unable to do anything. Sad.

Any advise how to make your body more cooperative?

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To be honest, I don’t know. For the longest time my body wouldn’t cooperate because I suffered from chronic constipation. Something must’ve changed at one point because I’m definitely regular and I tend to have daily large soft and, uhh, aromatic bowel movements. Miralax is good and I’ve heard great things about psyllium husk. 

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On 7/13/2023 at 8:55 PM, DefecateDarlin said:

I had a short window of time. I leaned against the bathroom counter and pushed. Only a bit landed in my thong before it started falling in little mushy piles on the floor. I had to quick shower and disinfect before I had to pick up my kids. I would’ve preferred getting the inside of the dress more poopied but it was successful. Not sure I’ll do it in a thong again because I’d rather fill something. 

Wow, this is one of my favorites scenarios. How you would describe this experience in bigger details? Did the poop run down your legs or straight on the floor? Or did it slide down over the interior of your dress? How big was the stain comparing to pooping into panties?

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Disclaimer: any photos that are posted here or elsewhere on this site are not to be published elsewhere. Please, or I will stop posting. 
 

My stomach rumbled a little bit. My bowels are at the point where I could shit myself at almost any time. Anyway, I had a busy day but can’t function without coffee. My stomach gurgled more to the point that if I pushed enough, soft chunks would’ve oozed out of the thin elastic holding my thong to my legs. I realized time was running out and chatted with a kink friend. I love to drop large dumps while wearing a dress. Feeling the gentle tug and then increased speed as it slides out and spreads noisily in the fabric. I pretended to be at a wedding in my pretty dress bent over outside the bathroom. IMG_9727.jpeg.18567c5a7b1a84e51346a5c0a3778ad7.jpeg
 

Soft mush raced into the barely there spandex skull fabric of my thong, filling it quickly and then a few seconds later sloshed on to the floor. A few more smaller piles followed. My purple polished nails pressed to my lips knowing I’d just took a wet dump in my pretty clothes. Thankfully it was dark and didn’t show. I couldn’t leave a mess so I bent over, the slop sliding along my full thong and causing the polyester material to adhere to my cheeks. I put my hand on my plump posterior and it slid around like an ice cube in a sink. I was filthy. I crouched down to finish cleaning up and a few more liquid squirts spurted right on to the fabric of my dress. All I could do now was disinfect the floor and take a shower. Who would drop such a big messy load while dressed do pretty? 

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