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 Author: BabySamantha
Title: Shauna's Public Humiliation
Summary: Shauna Butts lives out her fantasy of pooping her pants in
public.
Keywords: Fsolo, scat, exhib, humil

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   I wanted to do it.  I needed to do it.  I had to do it.  I had spent two
whole weeks preparing for this and now I was so nervous that I just wanted
to turn my pretty blonde head around and give up.  My name is Shauna Butts,
you see, and I want to poop my panties in public!  Several months ago a
good friend of mine sent me a link to a scat porn site as a joke.  I was
disgusted at first, but I found that I could not stop thinking about it no
matter how hard I tried.  A few days later my curiosity got the better of
me and I deliberately soiled myself.  It was amazing!  It felt so nice -
all warm and squishy - and I was oddly fond of the smell.  Ever since then
I've made it my mission to lose as few bowel movements to the toilet as I
can.  Hiding it has been pretty easy; I only mess myself at home, my
wonderful husband is a soldier who's currently overseas, and we don't have
any kids - though we plan to change that once he's home.

   Anyway, about a month ago I was trying to see how many days I could hold
it in and I overestimated myself.  Throughout the day I had several close
calls at the office and I still don't know how I made it off the subway
without embarrassing myself.  Still, I wound up losing control right at my
front door.  Fortunately, no one saw me and I was ultimately able to enjoy
a lovely afternoon in my filled panties.  But as you can probably tell by
now, I'm a very sexual person and after that I fantasized over and over
again about how hot it would have been if I did have an accident on that
subway or if I failed to hold it back while sitting at my desk.  The
thought of revealing my dirty little secret to the world has helped me get
off to more than a couple of orgasms these last few weeks.

   It's not too surprising, I don't think.  I've always had a thing for
exhibitionism.  It's fun to show off my curvy body every so often.  I'm not
one to brag, but I've got assets, so what's wrong with flaunting them once
in a while?  My boobs are big, but not so big as to be uncomfortable or
inconvenient and I'm very proud of my ass, which Johnny says is perfect in
every way.  Admittedly I've put on a couple pounds this year - I've been
kinda' lazy with my "daily" walks and I do like my junk food.  Still, I'm
not even close to fat and I don't really consider myself that chubby.  I'm
proud of my body and I feel beautiful so therefore I am.  I've always
thought super thin women were overrated, but that's getting off topic.

   Last week I tried to mess myself in public, but I chickened out.  I was
all dressed and ready to go and I had a spot picked out and everything.  My
nerves just got the better of me and I ended up using the public restroom.
Not that my failure did anything to stop me from thinking about how fun it
would be to have a big "accident" in front of lots and lots of shocked
onlookers.  In fact, I daydreamed about it even more than before.  I knew
that actually going out and doing it was the only way to satisfy my
curiosity.

   Now I was determined to go all the way and that is why I stood, dressed
in tank top, tennis shoes, and a pair of thin white pants - the kind that
become see-through when wet - that I bought specifically for this day,
ready to walk out the door.  Purse in hand and desperate to poop, I
nervously turned the doorknob and made my way to the car.  My mind was
racing as I drove down the highway: should I make this look like an
accident, or should I make it blatantly obvious that I'm doing this on
purpose?  Should I just mess myself on the sidewalk, or should I find some
store to do the deed in?  Should I push it out or just let it happen?  So
many questions and thoughts were bouncing around inside my brain and seemed
like no time had passed when I finally decided to stop.

   I never had any specific destination in mind.  The plan was simply to
drive for twenty or thirty minutes to try and minimize the chances of
running into someone I know.  I ended up a little closer to home than I
planned, but I was very anxious to get started.  Besides, the risk made
things at least somewhat hotter in my mind.  I parked all the way in the
back of a mall parking lot located at the end of a tourist strip near the
beach.  I took a very deep breath and got out of my car.  It was then that
I felt my sphincter begin to open.  I remember thinking, "No I can't go
yet! There aren't any people around," and clenched hard.  With some effort
I was able to regain control, but I knew that I would not last much longer
and I found myself having to squirm a little.

   I had never been more nervous in my entire life, but I steeled myself
and followed the crowd to the gift shops.  Trying to just act normal, I
made my way through all the hustle and bustle, occasionally stopping to
pretend to window shop.  Several times I started to let go, but I always
found some excuse to stop.

   "Maybe this is in front of too many people..."

   "That security camera is pointed right at me; maybe this isn't the best
spot..."

   "It's probably best not to do it when a bunch of children are around..."

   Eventually I stopped at a small donut shop to "grab a snack." The plan
was to do it as I handed that cutie of a cashier my money, but I got cold
feet.  I also considered doing it as I sat on the outdoor bench nibbling
away, but soon I was throwing away my trash and walking some more.  By now
I had been out for quite some time and I was nearing the end of the busiest
area.  My control was nearing its limit as well.  All this worrying was
getting me nowhere and I knew it.  I realized that I had no choice but to
just do it.

   So before I could stop myself again, I did.  Stopping in front of a
souvenir store window I bent my knees a little and bent forward ever so
slightly.  I gave a slight push.  I felt my quivering anus blossom open to
allow the fat, doughy head of my waste the release it desired.  Slowly, but
steadily, the nasty brown rod descended until it hit fabric.  My heart was
pumping at a million miles per hour.  This was it!  My fantasy was finally
coming true!  I was actually shitting myself in public!  I glanced around
some as the first log slowly created a growing bulge and was disappointed
that I only got a couple of strange looks.  This just wouldn't do; I wanted
to really humiliate myself.

   Thinking more with my pussy than my brain, I threw all subtlety out the
window, squatted, stuck out my big butt, and gave a loud grunt as I pushed
hard.  The brown snake slid out of my butthole and coiled snuggly against
my shapely bum.  Needless to say, it took no time at all for people to
start noticing.  Some were disgusted and ran off, others got angry and
started calling me all sorts of names, and a few just did their best to
politely ignore me.  I heard a few snickers and bursts of laughter as well.
My cheeks flushed beet red and I had never been more embarrassed in my
life, but embarrassment and pleasure are one and the same for me.  I gave a
naughty little smirk as I pushed a second mass of nasty fudge into my
pants. My pussy leaked its approval.

   By now people were really yelling at me.  They were all telling me how
nasty and slutty I was.  It was all very true.  At that particular moment,
I was a slut; a big nasty, shitty, filthy humiliated slut.  They were
telling me to go away, but I just shoved turd number three into my undies
and held back a giggle - the irony of their comments only serving to egg me
on was certainly not lost on me.  Around the fourth wave of excretions - my
panties were feeling pretty packed by now - I was pleasantly surprised to
hear a whistle come from the "audience." To think I'd run into another
person who shared my fetish out here, I was feeling so great about it that
I let out some lewd comments myself and kept going.

   I finally finished when a fifth, softer glob of poop exited my rectum. I
couldn't tell you how badly I wanted to just fondle and grope and
masturbate myself right there, but my mind finally regained some proper
control.  I would rather avoid an arrest for indecent exposure if possible,
so I stood up and began making my way back to my car.  My underwear was so
totally packed from front to back that every step risked having some fall
out of the waistband and of course the shit was dark enough to be seen
through my pants which, combined with the no doubt enormous bulge, made it
extremely obvious what I had done.  Knowing that, I deliberately took the
longest and most roundabout route back to the parking lot, making sure to
contrive as many delays as I felt I could get away with.

   I drank in all of the comments, jeers, names, gasps, giggles, yells,
insults, and any other abuse hurled my way.  As my self-inflicted
humiliation deepened, my arousal soared to new heights.  By the time I
reached my vehicle, I was on fire.  I took some time to snap lots of
pictures of myself with my camera phone and check out the damage.  No
surprise, but there wasn't really a lump in my pants so much as a mountain
range.  My entire private region was brown, brown, brown.  I think that
that was the largest load I had ever produced and when I thought about how
many people had seen such a shameful mess, I couldn't hold back any longer.
I plopped down into the driver's seat and moaned in earnest as my cargo
squished and squashed every which way.  Lots of it went into my white
pants, ruining them if they weren't already, and some of it even made its
way out the top and onto the seat.  I didn't care.  My fingers were already
buried in my excrement-covered honeypot as my other hand found its way into
my bra.  I pumped faster and faster, skillfully pleasuring myself as I had
done many times before.  Putting my bottom to good use, I grinded the mess
into the seat, determined to slather every crack and crevice with my lovely
production.  After that I mustered up some willpower and tore my hand free
for long enough to retrieve my favorite vibrator from my purse - I never
leave home without it!  - and shoved it right in.  The familiar sensation
of blissful orgasm swept over me before long.  It was raw and powerful and
my satisfaction was complete.  It had truly been a great day.

   After taking some time to calm down, rest, and enjoy the feeling of my
messy pants, I turned the ignition and had a pleasant drive home.  During
the ride, two things were clear in my mind: publicly humiliating myself
like that had to become a regular occurrence from now on and I was
definitely going to stay in these loaded panties until tomorrow morning at
the absolute least.  It was as I was walking through the front door that I
remembered I was on vacation this week.  I had no plans and my friends were
all either out of town or otherwise occupied.  I had the house to myself
for a week!  Finding out just how much these panties could hold was going
to be extremely fun!

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   Author's Notes: I originally wrote this in one afternoon on a whim.  It
sat on my computer for quite some time before I finally got around to
proofreading and editing.  What was supposed to be "just a few edits"
turned into a full rewrite that was done over a few days.  It's not
absolutely perfect, but I think it's good enough for what it is and I'm
satisfied with it so hopefully my readers will be too.