Portapottyman82 Posted October 29 Hi everyone, New here, wanted to discuss my bizarre bedside commode fetish and get people’s thoughts. I’d love to find others with a similar interest so please share your stories. This is long so I apologize in advance. So this fetish of mine started in 2007 when I was 25. I was working as a state employee on an Air *** base in NY. I was competent in plumbing work so a woman who worked in one of the offices asked me to do some plumbing work at her house. For the sake of the story I’ll call her Jen, she was in her mid 50s, tall, red shoulder length hair. A little on the heavy side but pretty. She was divorced and lived in a small, one bathroom house with a ***age daughter and an elderly mother who was in and out of the hospital. I was tasked with changed out some plumbing fixtures (shower head, new bathtub drain, sink faucet and new toilet). Her daughter wasn’t home at the time and her mother was in the hospital. It was a Saturday so Jen decided to leave me alone in the house while she went out to run errands. After Jen left I continued to work. I had just removed the toilet from the base and was cleaning the area to install a new one. I suddenly got the uncontrollable urge to poop. I used to get constipated for days at a time and when it was time to go there was no holding it. I was going to go in the backyard but the houses were too close together and there was no coverage. I remembered seeing a plastic bedside commode in Jen’s mother’s bedroom that was across from the bathroom. I ran into the mother’s bedroom and across from the doorway on the opposite wall under a window sat a grey bedside commode. The lid was closed and I noticed there was a box of plastic liners on the floor next to it. My plan was to use the commode, wrap up the bag liner and throw it away and hopefully air the room out before Jen got home. I opened the lid and luckily there was already a new bag inside the bucket under the seat. I yanked my pants and underwear to my ankles, sat down, forgetting to open the window behind me, and took a HUGE, smelly dump into the bucket. As I was in mid-shit, to my horror, I heard the front door open, Jen had come home early. I sat on the commode, pressing my legs together and attempting to cover myself as best I could. Jen came down the hall, looked right into the bathroom then left through the open bedroom door to see me sitting on her mother’s bedside commode. Jen gasped, put her hand over her mouth and asked “Um, what are you doing?” My face was beet red and I apologized, trying to explain the situation. Jen laughed and put her hands on her hips and said how ridiculous I looked sitting on the commode with my pants around my ankles. She took a step into the room and waved her hand in front of her face further adding to the embarrassment and asked if I had a roll of toilet paper. I of course forgot it and said no. Jen turned and walked into the bathroom returning with the roll that was on the dispenser. She handed it to me amd I held it between my legs. Jen was very accommodating considering the situation and was telling me not to worry about it. She told me she would open the window behind me and as she reached over my shoulder I shifted on the seat and accidentally farted (I was still holding in more poop). Jen laughed and playfully scolded me saying “I’m going to get you back for this”. Then, something happened that changed my life. As I was shifting on the seat my hands moved onto my legs (I was still pretty well covered up) and I looked up to notice Jen was looking straight down attempting to look between my legs. My cock got instantly hard, I had to move my hands back to my crotch and desperately tried to hide my rising erection. I think Jen may have noticed my hard cock. Jen said she would let me finish up and she would get a plastic container to put the bag in when I was done. She left the door open to the bedroom slightly and walked into the kitchen. After I was done I wiped, stood up, closed the lid in an attempt to contain the stink and started to fumble with my pants. As my buckle was clanging and my pants were up Jen burst back into the room with a can of air freshener and a big plastic empty coffee container. She walked up to the commode, lifted the lid and made a comment how much I went. I was kind of shocked by the statement but she lifted the lid and started to wrap up the bag. I told her I would do it but she said she does it all the time for her mother. She lifted the bag out and I held the bucket while she stuffed it inside, I put the lid on and put it outside. She sprayed the air freshener and put on a fan in the bedroom. I kept apologizing but Jen kept reassuring me it was fine. I finished my work, left for the day and we never spoke about it again. After the incident with Jen and the bedside commode I was enamored with bedside commodes and portable toilets. If I saw a bedside commode for sale in Walmart or something I would get instantly aroused. I started to explore *** sites, *** fetishes and never really found what I was looking for. I have a really nice bedside commode I bought for myself that I use occasionally and just stink up the room while I jerk off. I guess I’m looking for a way to recreate this scenario but it seems impossible considering this type of fetish is so unheard of. I’d love to hear what people think and if anyone has any advise how I could satisfy this bizarre fetish. Thanks for reading!
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