Perhaps 8 years ago, in a public area (No-one able to see or detect otherwise). I knew from experience and watching videos of  girls doing it that pooping in jeans without wetting doesnt produce an obvious external stain and the growing poopie bulge would only be visible to someone who is closely studying my ass. One afternoon, after lunch at work I felt the familiar almost full signals, the type that says "could you go when convenient please". I denied and held on for later! My wife was away for a couple of days and I was looking forward to starting a nappy wearing session after pooping my pants. During my rail ride homewards, I considered using the toilet... But that would waste the perfect start to my nappy weekend. Home is in a small town, the rail station is open and not manned, if I was able to hold on, I felt the perfect situation developing , with space to divert and allow the other alighting passengers to disperse. I was going to have a pants pooping "accident" somewhere at the station or on my cycle ride home! I held on to the increasing urge, farting a few times as I anticipated the thrill and unique combination of situation, relief, sensual feedback and more, experienced from breaking an unwritten social rule, just relaxing and filling my pants with a nice, big warm,  poo poo. I've done it in privacy at home in pants, more in nappies but only a few times in a public place. The few other times I've done this, it's not been busy, I've  made space and kept moving so, although one feels everyone will notice, no-one realy does.   I stood and headed to the exit as the train approached my stop. I was the first of a small group and was holding my bike. I saw the station was empty and began to prepare my mind for the experiences. I opened the door as the train stopped and felt the light breeze of fresh outdoors air, which would quickly disperse any aromas, I stepped out, even before my foot reached the platform, my body began releasing the poopie, I moved aside to make space and prepare my bike, as the big load continued filling my pants, this first stage was more just letting it happen than Intentionally pushing or straining, so I didn't appear to be doing anything, but I was fully aware of the poopie load filling and taking more space in my underwear. I wear cotton briefs, which tend to do a good job of retaining any big jobs, preventing easy overflows or escapes from the leg elastics, they gave me confidence that there won't be any leakage or obvious externally visible staining.   Every passenger passed and was walking away as I followed the reflexive release with some pushing, the perfect, medium soft poo was able to find paths of least resistance, sliding between my skin and underwear to find space, it didnt take much before I felt pleasing signs of my stretchy jeans  yielding to the force. Denim began to move and stretch over both hips, the rear of the waistband was felt moving downwards, providing more potential space, allowing the pooping to continue with little effort. My heart was pounding and adrenaline was high, despite me knowing that no-one would see or smell my accident, which was providing it's own warm and squishy feedback, stimulating more and more sensitive areas as it found routes between my legs to my balls and squished outwards and upwards about my ass. I was exiting the station at this stage, feeling a slight left to right swinging of the comfy mound with each step. Then I began anticipating the experience of sitting on the bike saddle and peddaling with my pants so loaded. It wasnt squished down and felt like there was too much to risk the unknown effect without reducing the bulge, I sat on a bench briefly, in a way to squish some of the mound forwards, enjoying the experience of flowing soft, warm, squishyness meeting and surrounding another body zone as it passed over and around my balls before surrounding my cock.  Sitting on my bike and settling down onto the saddle forced more warm squishing in all directions, I felt about an inch above the saddle, supported by a bio cushion which conformed perfectly to the shape of my body, cycling on the road with light traffic and people going about their own business, no-one would see, smell or know about my warm and squishy pants pooping secret, but peddling made me once again more aware as sensual feedback resulted from poopoo trying to find more space. This all felt intense and I looked forward to getting home, where I could relax and enjoy my  messy toddler situation, leading maybe to #1 & #3. The only stage I felt a risk was as poopies was finding its way upwards and rearwards towards my jeans waistband, where, unchecked, it may escape to leave the more obvious sign. Switching to a more upright body position allowed my cycling overwear to lower and cover this one area which may have shown some poopies. This naughty pants pooping happened because I didn't use the toilet when there was a chance, I realy will have to wear nappies again after my shower!

"Dude I don't like this anymore than you do, but if I don't babysit you your mom's going to show email my dad those party pictures so let's just get this over with, on the changing table." Kim said as she squared up against her friend, the thing about Kim was she was a good foot taller than Kayla and she definitely was a bit more athletically built, despite her partying and weed smoking.

With pleasure! I made everything from start to finish.  

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