I'm pleased to say that I've never had this issue. However, I think the best thing to do -- in the interest of avoiding embarassment -- is to walk normally. As long as you're wearing long pants, poop shouldn't drip out of the bottom... your pants should contain it for the time it takes you to get to the bathroom.

But I guess if you're in shorts or a skirt, it's a different issue. I don't think there's any possible walk that can disguise the fact that you are a grown moron.

No matter where you are, if you're a boxer man, you're fucked. If you ever even think you have the remote possibility of shitting in your pants, switch to briefs or boxer-briefs.
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Yes, those are my brown spots. Yes, those are your walls.

No doubt whatever style of walk you adopt, whether turds are dripping or not, you`ll be spotted by everyone on the street as someone who has just filled their pants.

Whatever gets you home, or to the nearest toilet the quickest, is the best. Face it, you`ve already lost all dignity, so what does it matter.

Walking style is irrelevant; what matters is the fluidity of the accidental dump; second, how fast you walk is key. The next problem that i can attest to is how you unleash yourself from the doo-doo and the pooped-clothes. The trick is containment to avoid poop-spread. The worst scenario is a poop explosion while you're driving, desperately trying to reach home as traffic congestion exhausts your ability to retain sphincter control. Getting out of the car while maintaining dignified containment challenges one's sense of humor.

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Believe in the joy of shitting!

Texture determines what you should do. I reacall a story about someone shaking a solid log out of their pant leg somewhat discretely, and leaving it in the grass.
If it's wet, you're screwed. Just get to a bathroom, clean up the best you can, and get your muddied butt home.

I think i learnt to spel at won point.

That should say, 'recall' and not 'reacall.'

Whatever the circumstances are containment should always be your top priority. The risk of hazardous material breaking quarantine into the lower thigh regions and beyond must be eliminated without consideration of witholding ones dignity.

If your having problems getting your toxic waste out, try a stronger laxative

The only pant-pooping I've done in recent years is the rare shart, usually after a Taco Bell binge. The best thing you can do if you're out and about is throw away your underwear and wipe the smudges off your cheeks. This kind of poop usually will not roll down the leg, acting as more of an involuntary Boker-brief Paintjob. I always knew I could be an interior designer...

I played golf recently with a friend who followed through (and we`re not talking about his swing). He dived over a wall by the fairway, dropped trou and threw his undies away. Trousers were luckily not damaged too much. Wiped with his t-shirt and chucked that as well. Lucky it was a reasonably warm day as he had to finish 10 holes bare chested.

LOL, Thunderbox!
Please, tell your friend to write that experience up and submit it. It sounds like a great story.

i almost shat my pants today, the key is to heed warning signs. the only real way to avoid loss of dignity is simply that, to avoid it.

Yes sharty, I agree that the only way to avoid an accident is not to have one. When your ass says poop, for the love of God poop.
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It's not nice to fool mother nature.

I have heard that many people (even grown-up men)have both wetted and soiled their pants in a dangerous situation. It must be very embarrassing for an adult to soil one´s pants like a small child just because of fear.
Does anyone know what this kind of phenomenon is based on? Those who have experienced involuntary wetting or messing because of fear or know more on this aspect of defecation please tell something on this page.

I have not had an accident since I was a young kid.

Curious, I believe that it is a primal instinct, or a natural reflex in some people, to soil themself in a dangeraous situation.

I assume that it also depends on the condition of the person's bowels and bowel habits. For example, someone who has an iron ass, and produces solid bowel movements might be less prone to accidents than someone who has less control and softer bowels.

Motherload, can you shed some light on this?
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A man who farts in church, sits in his own pew.

Maybe fear causes you to poop your pants in order to drive off your attacker. If I were a scary predator I might be hesitant to eat something that had just covered itself in butt butter. "Poop, nature's bear repellant." As far as dammage control for accidental pooping goes, I don't have much to offer. All of my accidents have been of the liquid poo variety, so I was either able to clamp down sufficiently to only get minor leakage, or I had faint trouser stain to give me away.

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Recycle! Reduce! Reuse!
You can close the loop!
You can eat your poop!

I've had one major accident as an adult, and it was a big one. Knowing I had to crap badly one day while driving around town, I pulled into the parking lot of the local junior college. The school was out of session for the summer, and every building I tried was locked. The situation became progressively more precarious, and I knew time was getting critical. I cramp-walked back to my car, by then having to squeeze my ass cheeks to ensure a closed back door. I tell you, you don't want to drive a stick shift car in that situation!
I thought I could make it over to the gym I belonged to, a few blocks away. Driving in first gear the whole way to avoid having to move my legs while shifting, I crept along and managed to hit each red light, as well as infuriating everyone who pulled up behind me. It got bad enough that I would have run the red lights if there hadn't been so much cross-traffic.
I pulled in at the gym, eased slowly from the car while clenching my butt, and, sweating like a hooker in church I babystepped inside. The gym had recently installed turnstiles that are activated by swiping your membership card. Of course, that day, it didn't recognize my card.
The situation had gotten beyond desperate, and I knew it was a matter of seconds before every sphincter muscle fiber - and my dignity - would give way. I ducked under the turnstile and started for the locker room; fifty feet or so away, it looked like a mile.
I didn't make it ten feet before I heard a shouted, "Hey!" from the front desk. Maybe that was the second that I accepted defeat, and despite my knowing I wasn't in the wrong it had to have been some tiny bit of guilt that told me all was lost. I stopped in my tracks and turned my head to see the desk person who was now starting after me and....
There's a satisfaction that all of you have felt, when a major crap comes rushing out and exhilirates every nerve in the nether regions. Well, that's sort of what I felt at that moment, as the gates were thrown open and suddenly it was standing room only in my shorts. Maybe it was just the absence of the horrible cramping pain that I had tried to block from my mind. Whatever accounted for it, in less than three seconds I could feel my pants tighten as about two pounds of massive shit came blasting forth, searching for somewhere to drop and being shoved forward, downward, upward, crackward by the mud train steaming from my tunnel.
Still I stood there, my mind a confused jumble, and the desk guy reached me and came to a screeching halt. We stared at each other for several long seconds. Recognizing me as a club regular, he said softly, "Dude, I am so sorry." Funny, but that might have been one of the most compassionate things I've ever heard.
The cleanup in the locker room was nasty. Even though my pants were a bit smudged, the tight boxer briefs I wore that day managed to contain the vast bulk of the shit. Boxers? Never. That was one of the worst days of my life, but without briefs it would have moved much closer to the top of the list.

I suggest to take your undies off,that way,hopefully,you can walk more comfortably.

I always keep a extra set of undies at work just incase. Now if my pants happen to get attacked I am S.O.L.
Producing waste since 1967

I've crapped my pants holding it in too long at the movies once.
I had to go before I left the house but I thought i could hold it.
anyway as i was watching the film I felt pressure in my belly so I went to fart but to my surprise a soft poop slid into my briefs. So i told my friend that i was feeling ill and we got up and left. As i left the movie theater
i tried to walk as normally as possible. no one really noticed but i heard a few kids complain about a smell and i heard a woman giggle.
it's possible to walk almost normal if you wear briefs as they hold the poop in. if not the poop would run down your leg

Barking Spider.......I don't think a starving lion or tiger would object to a little shit while chomping you haunches. Don't many predators eat the intestinal content of their prey anyway?

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