A slightly less chaotic walk than many this year. The blur and trauma of some public fiasco’s this s
A slightly less chaotic walk than many this year. The blur and trauma of some public fiasco’s this summer have partly been the reason I haven’t posted for a while. They almost seem like a dream in my memory. Did that really happen. I’ve literally had to cross towns off the map until I dye my hair or something. I did go shopping briefly this time to start with but there wasn’t much to report. Apart from the huge tena slip I wore over regular briefs. It wasn’t a windy day so I wore a loose skirt I sometimes use for padded walks and also took a stretchy denim one that I’ve messed in numerous times to change into if anything got nasty. I don’t want to ruin the flower skirt as I sometimes wear it normally in summer. For once I didn’t explode anywhere too public. I needed to go while shopping and had diet planned reasonably well, but nothing became overly desperate so I didn’t force it. It was a lovely warm day in early May and the bluebells were still just about clinging to whatever light they could as the trees increasingly shaded the forest floor. After walking for ten or twenty mins I now started to feel an ominous gurgling in my tummy and had to stop a few times to let it settle. It was a week day so the park and forest weren’t particularly crowded which was lovely, like it was all mine. I was taking normal pics when the explosion happened. The previous few attempts to regain control were increasingly difficult and the need grew exponentially each time. I was walking up a path with nice views stretching out into to the distance when I was immobilsed by a wave and after crossing my legs briefly I knew I’d passed my prevent horizon. It started quite slowly but all of a sudden, three days worth of mush rushed into my pants and tena slip, finishing with a nasty but undeniably satisfying squelch. I find it way easier to focus on the emotion of it when I’m not somewhere ridiculous like a toilet queue or somewhere crowded. I think the novelty of having an ‘accident’ is something that doesn’t really wear off with me even after hundreds of times. It’s the ultimate tension buster. Physically and emotionally in a situation like this walk. Zero shame, just relief. Although I was a little worried about leaks as I hadn’t used any cut tights to seal my underwear leg holes. There was still the slight shock that I always experience after having an accident. Programmed into everyone since they were a toddler. But the warmth spreading around is far from unpleasant to me. The diaper did nothing to abate the stink however. It was lucky I wasn’t in a silly shopping situation as it was very strong even outside. I have such bizarre perceptual double standards. I loathe the smell of poop normally. Just like anyone. But after an accident it’s utterly essential to complete the experience which would be significantly diluted without it. I had a few questions about that in asks - it’s not something I have to deal with. It’s part of it and it has to be part of it for me. And so I walked around the forest taking a few pics in a total mess but felt thoroughly protected wearing the capacious tena. Nothing was bulging out like in jeans which gave me the confidence to carry on walking around for longer than usual. I stopped in a few different places and the drive between them included a fairly big wee. That was when I changed into the previously messed skirt that still has some vague staining which hasn’t completely washed out. I was worried about leaks and rightly so following another wee. The slip soaked through and started to effect my skirt. I managed to get a few bluebell pics and still felt way more protected than I do wearing just pants but I usually try not to wet myself for pants only missions as it’s just too obvious. Just before I went home I tried a sunset pic. Not particularly easy to balance the flash and the sky so it took a few attempts in a very public area of parkland but it nearly worked. I’d like to make the most of some scenic areas this autumn but recently I’m increasingly getting rashes from being in a mess too long. I never used to get them this badly. From the first instance of pain to being in agony when walking only takes about thirty minutes. I really need to solve it somehow. Stop sh*tting yourself maybe.I won’t finish by promising I’ll post more often. The weight of it to get through feels like doing another degree. But I can say that even at a regular posting level, it will be a long time before I have nothing left to post.Thank you for reading and happy pooping xx -- source link
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