She had to have smelled shit.

When I was a kid, their was this 12 year old kid in the neighborhood who always reeked of feces. Either he didn't wipe his ass or shit his pants all the time.

We could smell shit on this kid in the open air, in a car I would have died.

when i was 9 we had a kid named wade live in our neighborhood that shit his pants and when we'd always bug him about it and when we asked him if he shit his pants hed stick his hand down his pants and pull it up and even when he did he'd say no

Wow, you've actually found a website to print your horrifying story! I've known about this for years but didn't have the gorey details. I'm going to have to share this with our relatives!

when I was in 7th grade we went on a field trip and I had to shit bad but the teacher was a bitch that would yell at me for not shiting before the trip. So, I tried to hold it and did so for a few hours. My bladder was also filling and finally the bladder let go. I pissed my pants and the shit kinda came out of my ass 3 inches and then when back in. I was wearing black pants so no one could tell. I should have been ashamed but I was relived most of all. To this day no one knows. I rode back to school on the bus with piss soaked pants and shit skid marks in my underwear in the rear (there was piss in the front).

I was about 7, and my best friend Mary, was about 5. She was over at my house, but she really had to go to the bathroom. At that time my mother was washing the bathroom floor, so to preoccoupie her antail my mother was finshed we went out on the porch to watch the cars go by. Then I said something really funny, and she burst out into histairical laughter. The next thing I knew there was an enormous river of bright yellow pee streaming towords me. I moved out of the way, but my shoes still got a little pee on them. To this day she forbids me to tell anyone about it, don't tell I told you!

once i wass in the car and i was about 13 i really had to ahit and piss and we still had like an hour to goin the car so i held it best i could then when we got out of the car i hid behind a bush knelt down and peed and shit my pants. there was a huge load of shit and i was pissing for abot 4 whole minutes my longest piss ever!

Boy oh boy this is march 06 2003 and yes this happened like 2 hrs ago today i am kind of feeling sick and i had to fart and so i let it out and i pooped everything i had but the weird thing was i had no upset stomach or anything very weird but i had shit all over me man this did not feeel goood!

I was about 7 years old at my friends house. I left with my mom to go there without using the bathroom, and on the ride over i felt a strong urge to pee. Riding inthe car, was horrible. I managed to make it there hoping to use the bathroom, i dont know how i made it that far. I got out of the car to see my friend and my mom left. We were playing in the room and the bathroom was being painted. So i couldnt use it. I was so desperate to pee i could hold anymore. I was talking with my friend and i just peed my pants while letting anyone know. Of coarse they found out when my pants were soaking wet and there was a puddle on the floor. I was soo embarrased.

To this day, I can't enter a Kmart store without remembering that horrible incident 10 years ago. I had just eaten icecream in the mall before walking to Kmart. Once I was in the store the "lactose intolerable" me started running for the restroom. I really thought I had at least an hour before the erruption would occur, but there must have been some magic in this particular icecream! Holy hole-ie I gasped! I didn't have time to lock the stall and barely got my jeans down when...spray! I honestly had NO IDEA until I finished wiping (it took a long time) and turned around to flush the toilet. It was a "VOLCANIC" erruption and covered the entire toilet seat. Crap had sprayed on the wall (I hover over the seat...cheeks don't make contact) and it looked as though someone had sprayed chocolate pudding all over the place. Someone else entered the restroom and while they were in their stall, I made for the door. I wasn't about to hang around and claim victory. I just want to sincerely apologize to the janitor responsible for cleaning up that mess. I hope you got a bonus!

well this all started like 6 years ago there was this kid in my court who would pee and poop his pants yeah gross but funny.yeah so he used to spend the night at my house.he would have to wear pull-ups(goodnights)sometimes he didnt wear them and he would wet and it was funny.one time he was over and we were playing xbox and this was like 1 or 2 years ago and he was shaking and moving alot and i asked him if he had to go to the bathroom he said no. then later i saw a small wet spot on his pants in front and i asked if he had to go he said yeah but he wants to finnish the level(halo) long levels. and then i saw it get bigger and bigger then i told him to go now he saidin a sec he will then i said allright.then i saw a buldge in his bants below and smeeled shit i saw the buldge form. i said whats that smell he said he farted so i went along with it now his pants are soaked i asked him do u have to go now he said nope and smiled.
i laughed

There is more than a one year gap between entries. Day-Aoth unto u.

This is a fun web site, cheers to you sir!

Did you design this site on your own or did you out source? I'm not affected by the content, but the format and graphics are appealing.

I don't normally say this about stories no here because I think it's rude but, this story was bullshit.

Thank you so much for keeping this story alive!
It was an important part of my poop history

So Jean, did you lay some snake on her or what?

Once When I was in 7th grade I had to take a shit really bad right after class I ran to the bathroom. It was locked. I later peed and pooped my pants in science class.

My husband occasionally wets himself when he has a cold or flu, enough so when sleeping that I've convinced him to use protection at night. But once, maybe two years ago when he was 29, he had a cold but was awake watching TV. I saw him wiggling around and asked him if he needed to go potty. He said no and seemed to be fine for a few minutes. I wasn't paying attention, so he was probably doing a little dance under the blanket. Out of the blue, he announces to me that he peed his pants. He has a tendency to wait too long whether sick or well, but when he's sick, I don't make a big deal out of it. I kissed him on the forehead and told him I'd get him another pair of jammies if he could clean up the couch. He changed and cleaned up the couch, but fifteen minutes later he was wiggling again. I figured he couldn't have to go again, but it got pretty desperate. I asked if had to go potty again. He said no. Then I smelled a strong odor, and I asked if he had to go poopy. He then stopped moving and started to cry a bit. I asked him if he pooped his pants, and he nodded. I took him upstairs, cleaned him up and put him in a bath. When he got out, it was early afternoon on a weekend day, but I insisted he put on one of his diapers for the rest of the day. He resisted at first, but gave in and had another accident later that day. Wife knows best!

I'm 24 and my hubby is 26, but he so acts like a 3-year-old at times. We've been together 4 years, and I have probably seen him wet at least a hundred times. He's peed his pants playing a video game, playing a board game, on the Internet, watching TV, watching a movie, at Target in the cereal section doing a potty dance trying to pick which cereal he wanted AFTER I told him to go to the bathroom (and that was just four months into dating...not the first accident I witnessed, but I thought that would be embarrassing enough to help me train him, something his mother obviously didn't do...I mean, he was SOAKED. At Target.)

But he doesn't get it. He always puts it off too long if I don't hurry him along to the toilet. He doesn't always have an accident, but once or twice every week or so, he does. For God's sake he's peed himself at work at least 5-6 times. We were with his mom on the way home from church just last week and he announced he had to go to the bathroom as we pulled out of the parking lot. It's TWELVE blocks to home, so I told him to hold it. His mom asked him if he could, he said yes, but two blocks from home I looked back and his face was red and his jeans soaked. I would have scolded him, but he was crying a bit.

He has pooped his pants a few times since we've been together, but only once from the same issue (the rest were diaharrea or pretty soft poop, maybe 12-15 times - he said it just came out with almost no warning?). We were playing tennis, he's peed before we left home, but I noticed him acting weird. I asked him if he needed to go pee, but he said, no, I have to go poop. We just had a few games to go, so after he told me he could wait, we kept going. Well, in the car on the way home, he started struggling, then pooped his pants.

Why am I telling you all this? Because I am seriously thinking of "strongly suggesting" he start to wear diapers. It would be one thing if it were incontinence, but it is like a three-year-old who doesn't want to stop playing and has an accident!! I even forgot to mention that he was playing in a sandbox with our little nephew Seth (4 years old)...guess who was wet a half hour later? Yep, not Seth, but my husband.

In addition to all of this, he wets the bed about every other night, so we had an absorbant pad under the sheet on his side, but many nights my pjs get wet too (his pee, NOT mine). Because of this, I already convinced him to start wearing diapers to bed. We started with depends, but after a couple nights of leaks, we got some thick "baby-style" diapers from a med supply store. Now we get through the night with hardly a leak.

But we still have these depends in the closet...I really think he should start wearing them. They're basically like Pampers Pull-Ups in adult sizes, so he'd be wearing Pull-Ups during the day and diapers at night, like a three year old would. He acts like a three year old when it comes to using the toilet, so I guess that would work. He's a great guy besides this, so I don't want to piss him off. What should I do?

Forgive me, but your post is so hard to believe. We get all sorts of comments here, but this is the first time that I've ever read something from a wife of a man who does this.

The first thing you should do is have him checked out by a doctor. I have a friend whose first child had no initial notices that went to his bladder as a child. He actually had to learn how to expect he needed to pee. He wore a little attachment in his underpants when he slept to go off if they got wet and everything. After a few years, his body figured it out; however, it did take time for him to teach his body to learn the tell him he needed to pee before it was too late. Is it possible that your husband has the same problem? For the love of God, see a doctor first!

My second response to you if you've already seen a doctor is this - who cleans up? If you're the one doing the clean-up, he doesn't have any reason to change. Might I suggest that he start doing his own laundry and purchase his own diapers. I'd also suggest that he be the one to clean out the car and furniture with a steam cleaner. If he's been seen by a doctor and still peeing his pants, it's because there are no negative repercussions. I've found that there are many guys on Poopreport here who are great, clean, cooking maniacs - dudes who dust and share recipes, and are still manly men. However, there are many guys out there who do not like to clean and get married and figure "it's her job to do the dishes". I don't know how your marriage is, nor do I want to judge or seem harsh; but if you find yourself cleaning up most of the time, he might be lax with his bladder because he doesn't have to face the aftermath.

If he hasn't seen a doctor, come back and let us know what was discovered.

In the meantime, if you choose diapers, he should buy them and be responsible for his own materials. I sincerely wish you luck - he must be a great guy if you put up with all this.

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Some of the postings in this thread make me think of my short career as Santa Claus a few years ago. I was managing a meat market in a medium sized supermarket in a rural area. The store owner decided to
increase the flow of customers at Christmas time by offering a free photo of your child sitting in the jolly old elf's lap. I was appropriately plump and had a face
reddened by years of alcohol abuse so I was the chosen Santa.

The gig started out well, all the girls from the deli department, and a few cute young cashiers, sat in my lap and had their pictures made. I found this rather enjoyable. Then the store opened for the day and I was rushed by a swarm of stinky little children whose proud parents wanted a free picture. Some of them were OK but a few of them reeked of dried urine so strongly it made my eyes water. One little
bastard actually shit while he was sitting on my knee. I was looking him straight in the eye and could tell by the expression on his face that he was shitting. My nose was assailed by his fecal folly.

What do you say in a situation like that.
"Ho ho ho, what do you want for Christmas you stinky little fucker", "It will be lumps of coal for you on Christmas morning you foul smelling little bastard." Santa had to adjourn to the back room several times that day to fortify himself with a few shots of good scotch whiskey. The scotch helped keep a rosy glow in his cheeks and calmed his nerves.

Eat chilies and feel the burn!!

Billy Bob Thornton played you in the movie, didn't he Chief?
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The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.

If those two wife comments are true (which in the end, I have to doubt), you probably ought to be seriously concerned...not midly irritated.

Now that I've cleared my conscience, I must say the tale from the first 'wife', (the 14th of March) made me cry I was laughing so hard.

I might just be inclined to get married if I knew I could lay in bed next to my wife and purposely soil myself and be sure she would ask me if I 'poopied', kiss me on the forehead, clean me up, get me some new 'jammies', and put me in a nice bath - Not because I'm particularly attracted to the idea of shitting my pants on purpose, but just to see her do it! It's kind of amazing. I mean, that is something beyond love or devotion, especially if it happens biweekly! Perhaps it may be attributed to mild mental retardation. I think that guy might have it made...that is if he is fully conscious...and not dying.

I hope neither of those couples have reproduced. But that is too much to hope for, I am sure.