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Date Posted: Saturday, June 23, 2012, 08:51: am
Power games is probably a good word to use. I think they loved mocking me and my cry and later actually hearing me cry it as they helped hold me down.
I can only imagine the thoughts that were going through your mind as your legs were forced open. You were trying to fight back but at the same time hold the poop. Unfortunately something had to give. I'm sure once he forced them open, he held them causing you to lose total control.
I do remember once, not sure how old I was, maybe 10, I woke up early one morning, around 4:30, and had the urge to go really bad. I noticed my dad was up, getting ready to take a bath, so the bathroom was occupied. I decided to sit up in bed and hold it and try to take deep breaths trying to relieve the stomach pain. I sleep in a bedroom at the end of the hall, diagnol from the bathroom and up from the kitchen. The kitchen light actually shined in my room. I noticed mom walking down the hall, and not wanting to get caught sitting up in bed, and not being seen by the partial light shining into my room, I laid back down, as a result, I relaxed, and my bowels moved. I filled my panjamas. Once my stomach relaxed, I couldn't stop it, sitting back up just made it worse, so I just layed there in bed, until dad was finished with the bathroom, and I made a quick be line to basically dump my undees in the toliet and clean up.
That's the only time I can remember actually filling my pants involuntary.
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