I POO IN MY PANTS

?Devil take this traffic!? growled Nathan Garrett as he stared at the rain-blurred brake lights of the SUV sitting just two feet in front of the front bumper of his green ?95 Oldsmobile. ?What?s the goddamn hold-up??

?Probably an accident,? said his sixteen-year-old daughter Megan, who was sitting next to him in the passenger seat. Slim and pretty, she was the apple of her father?s eye, particularly since her mother had passed away eighteen months ago. Her dark brown hair tumbled down to her shoulder-blades, and her winning smile and bubbly personality made her one of the most popular girls in her school. This evening she and her father were returning home from the state cheerleading competition, where she had, along with her team-mates, placed twentieth out of thirty-two high schools. This was partly due to her own error ? a stumble that had thrown several of the girls off their rhythm. She was feeling miserable about this, of course, and she knew she would be cold-shouldered at school for at least a week by girls she normally considered friends.

Right now, however, something else was beginning to press on her mind. ?Dad, can we pull off at the next exit and find a restroom somewhere?? she said. ?I really need to go.?

?You?re kidding, right?? said Nathan. ?The chances of us reaching an exit in the next hour are slim to none, I would say.?

Megan sighed and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She was really getting quite desperate ? she was not sure she could hold out for an hour. ?Perhaps the radio will have some traffic news?? she suggested.

?Good idea,? agreed Nathan, and he tuned the radio in to the traffic report. Upon learning of a pile-up four miles ahead, he cursed in disgust. ?We could be stuck here a while,? he said grimly.

Megan squirmed. ?Dad, I really need to go!? she said urgently.

Nathan watched the rain bouncing off the hood of the car. ?You want to go out and squat by the side of the road?? he suggested.

Megan looked out at the miniature river flowing by at the edge of the road. ?You?re kidding! I?m not going out in that! And I certainly wouldn?t ?squat? in view of all these cars.?

Nathan?s eyes lit upon a bottle of water that he had brought for the journey. He lifted it to his lips and drained the last of it. ?Here,? he said, handing it to her. ?Can you manage to pee in that??

Megan stared at it. ?No!? she said. ?For one thing, I?m not a boy and can?t aim that well.? Then she shrugged and turned away in embarrassment. ?And for another, I don?t need to pee.?

Nathan was startled. ?Oh!? he said. ?Well for heaven?s sake, if it?s a number two, I?m sure you can hold out until we get home.?

?But that could be hours!? said Megan. ?And I don?t think I can!?

Nevertheless, she tried. But as the next half-hour wore on, and they moved less than a car-length, her desperation increased until she was clutching at her abdomen in pain. ?Dad!? she gasped. ?I?ve got to go!?

?I?m sorry, there?s nothing I can do about our situation,? snapped Nathan, who had been getting more and more irritable as the time passed. ?You?ll just have to wait, unless you want to go out in the pouring rain and take a dump on the shoulder. Why so desperate, anyway? You used to be able to hold on for a week or something.?

Megan bit her lip. For as long as she could remember it had been her habit to wait as long as possible before emptying her bowels ? her doctor had called her a ?classic anal retentive?, which was to say that she was a neat freak, pedantic about the damnedest things, almost obsessive about things being exactly where they should be ? and with a tendency to avoid defecating until she could wait no longer. Her parents had thought that she was cured of this ? they had taken her to a specialist after one-too-many accidents in grade school ? but she had merely become more skilled in washing her soiled panties on the sly.

Nathan found Megan?s silence ominous. ?Just how long has it been?? he asked with a frown.

?Um ? a while,? confessed Megan. She writhed in her seat, clenching her anus tightly shut against the enormous pressure threatening to force it open from within.

?How long is a while?? Nathan inquired.

?A ? week,? said Megan, grimacing in pain as a new pain began to build inside her bottom. ?Or so??

?A week or so?? echoed her father. ?Megan, I thought we?d fixed that habit of yours!?

Megan gasped in pain ? she could bear it no longer. ?Oh Dad, I can?t hold it!? she exclaimed. It hurt too much to keep clenching, so she eased off a bit, and straight away the rounded tip of a thick, hard poo began to poke its way out of her anus.

?Well try!? said Nathan desperately.

?It?s no good,? moaned Megan as her anus slowly dilated around the emerging turd. At least it wouldn?t get very far ? her bottom was pressed against the car seat and that, at least, would prevent the accident from being too severe, even if it did not prevent her cheerleading panties from getting messy.

?What ? you mean you?re ? having an accident?? asked Nathan in disbelief.

Megan buried her face in her hands. ?I?m sorry, I can?t keep it in,? she said, and she began to cry as her poo met the resistance of the seat and halted, having come out barely an inch. Immediately the pressure began to build again, and Megan realized she would have to let some more out, or the pain would continue to grow. She raised herself up off the seat a couple of inches, and her poo started moving again, creeping out of her rectum and slowly pushing out the fabric of her panties.

?Well you can?t just sit there and let it happen!? exclaimed Nathan. ?You?ll mess the seat! Find something to put under you, at least!? He reached forward and turned the fan up to full blast, hoping that this would help to keep the smell to a minimum. He did not dare open a window ? the rain was pouring down harder than ever.

Megan turned and looked in the back seat, but saw nothing that she could put underneath her bottom.