r/pantspooping

A few months ago this would have been unthinkable. Years ago I promised myself I’d never again give into the urges while someone else was home. Today I broke that promise.

For context, my partner knows I have this fetish, although she has no interest in participating. I told her about it earlier this summer during a conversation where we opened up about our deepest, darkest links. I’ve never done it in front of her and don’t ever plan to unless she asks. For the last few years I’ve only pooped my pants when she is out of town.

This morning I was standing in the kitchen, making my coffee and getting my lunch packed for work. I was naked except for an old pair of boxer briefs I had slept in. I could feel my morning poop brewing, the pressure gradually rising. I take a poop virtually every morning and it is usually the most satisfying poop of the day. Today things didn’t take long to get moving.

It kind of snuck up on me actually and I was prairie dogging before my coffee was done brewing. At one point I moved across the kitchen and felt a little squish between my butt cheeks — it seemed my clenching had beheaded the prairie dog. Not enough to make contact with my boxer briefs, but enough that I could feel it smush ever so slightly. This revved me up and I gave a few teasing pushes to try and get another prairie dog going — I absolutely love the feeling of being desperate to poop. I actually do this fairly regularly in the mornings. I’ll hold and tease myself until it’s just starting to come out, but not enough to leave any marks.

When I finished in the kitchen. I moved to the bathroom to brush my teeth, poop, and get dressed. My partner was asleep in bed just a few feet away, with only the bathroom door between us.

As I brushed my teeth I kept teasing myself, relaxing then holding, relaxing then holding, never letting the prairie dog out of its hole. As I finished brushing and looked at the toilet I thought, “am I really going to waste this feeling in the toilet?”

I did a quick mental assessment of my situation:
- partner asleep, unlikely to wake up unless she needs to pee, which is a risk.
- wearing an older pair of boxer briefs that I wouldn’t be sad to toss if I had to.
- need to leave for work soon and no time to shower.

I made a decision. From there I acted quickly, not wanting to chicken out or second guess myself. I lit an incense (best solution I’ve found for dealing with ambient smell), locked the door, and lined my boxer briefs with toilet paper. That’s not my usual preference but the goal was risk reduction.

When I pulled up my tp-lined undies I gently patted my butt to make sure there was adequate coverage and nothing had moved out of place. All felt secure.

Without giving it a second thought or moving my hand I pushed. I felt the poop crackle out and pile up in my boxer briefs, the bulge growing in my hand. It happened fast. One second there was nothing, the next there was a pile of poop the size of an orange. I squeezed the bulge gently in my hand — it was my preferred mix of firm and soft. Firm enough to hold together and not get messy, but soft enough to still squish around if I wanted to.

Still acting quickly, I pulled down my pants and did a quick assessment. The toilet paper did its job and the load was fully contained, no marks or staining on my undies at all. Perfect. I wish I’d taken a picture of the bulge or the load itself because it was a good one. It held together perfectly when I lifted the toilet paper out of my undies and dumped it into the bowl. Miraculously the big poop and all the toilet paper didn’t cause any clogs — our old building is prone to them.

Cleanup was cleanup. I used a combination of tp, our toilet seat bidet, and butt wipes and managed to feel adequately fresh afterward. This is rare, I usually need a shower before I feel clean again. The undies, protected by the toilet paper, escaped without so much as a lingering odor. I tossed them into the hamper with the normal laundry.

When I opened the door my partner was still asleep. The incense was doing its job so there was no lingering smell to speak of. The morning was an unqualified success.

Now, hours later, I find myself wanting to do it again next time I get up to go into the office. Until recently this would have been unthinkable, the anxiety too much to consider.

My theory is that my partner knowing about my fetish has taken some of the edge off. The risk of getting caught feels lower. I’m no longer at risk of exposing a secret fetish, just the act itself. While I don’t want my partner to catch me or find out what I’m doing when I’m doing it, if she does it won’t be 100% a surprise. It would be embarrassing for sure — it’s a vulnerable position to get caught in — but it isn’t as terrifying as having my secret outed unexpectedly.

Maybe someday we will be in a living situation where I can discretely indulge now and then without it being a big hassle. Our little one bedroom apartment has limited options.

Side note: in a couple weeks I’ll be flying out of state for a few days for work. I’ll be in a hotel and am hoping to get at least one pants poop in. Probably nothing fancy, I get very anxious about leaving evidence, but definitely more daring than today. Does anyone have any tips or recommendations for cleanup and supplies conducive for travel?

All I’ll have is a carryon so am limited in space. For sure planning to take a roll of paper towels, a pack of Lysol wipes, a pack of butt wipes, room spray for the smell, good soap for the shower, and maybe a pet pee pad or two in case I’m feeling bold. Open to any tips! I promise I’ll get some pics of whatever I end up doing on the trip.

ive got the house to myself this week so i thought id do a lil fun hold of my morning pee. turns out my body had other plans and while i was trying not to use the toilet and have to restart my pee hold i ended up exploding out the other end.

My Tummy hurts and i can’t wait any longer im about to EXPLODE.. ill send pics later

I am at work. This morning, as the work day was beginning, I had some gas, and as I was alone, I was letting it out as it came. With 15 minutes to go before I would be working directly with other people, I felt another wave of pressure and pushed, but what came out wasn’t gas—it was solid, soft, and warm. I hurried to the bathroom to inspect the damage. There was only a little poop in my underwear, but it was there! Then followed a frantic 10-minute clean up using tons of toilet paper and wet paper towels. Now I’m sitting here in stained underwear.

So I've basically been holding in my poop all day(I am very wet; I wear diapers to work), and had to stop to do some quick food shopping. As I'm leaving the supermarket, it finally catches up with me, and as I'm walking to my car, I give a little push. Before I know it, I'm filling my diaper with a nice, long, soft poop. Of course, this makes the drive home much more difficult, as I'm now horny as hell 🥵🫣 so now I'm at home, about to buzz myself into ecstasy.

Thanks for letting me share 😊

On here if anyone wants to talk about panty pooping or share some stories with each other!

I love wearing girls panties when I’m absolutely desperate to go, not only does it feel naughtier but they hold it so much better , getting them a size smaller than necessary always means you feel it pressing against the material as you start to push, and watching that bulge fill the back of them when your past the point of being able to stop is such a turn on .

My first real accident was in white cotton bikinis under a miniskirt while I was wearing stockings . I waited just a few minutes too long and the result was a locked bathroom door when my body was already starting to push it out. I’ll never forget that feeling as a firm mess pressed against my panties while I was helpless to stop it .

Does anyone else prefer panties to boxers or pants . ?

i (18F) posted almost 2 weeks ago about my interest in this (not sexually, well ‘yet’ ig) go read that for more background info! anyway, i’m finally home alone for the weekend and just tried to go in my underwear. i felt the urge after dinner but waited bc i wanted to play minecraft lol. i took my makeup off and went to the bathroom like usual. i peed but felt like i needed to poop so i put my underwear back on. i started to push and felt it slowly come out. i was still trying to go though. after like 30 minutes 🫠 i decided it was time to actually get ready for bed. when i took my underwear off, it was only streaks. i then pushed and the poop went into the toilet. ik your body “stops” you from shitting yourself but i felt it through my underwear when sitting on the toilet. it was only when i took my underwear off that it stayed in my butt ig… 😭😭😭 my question is how does it actually come out? i was nervous doing it and felt guilty since i was trying so hard for it to happen. does it only really come out if you really need to go? i still feel like i need to poop but i also get quite constipated really easily so i don’t want to keep pushing as that’ll make it worse.