I always get creeped out when reading comments from people who say their mothers gave them enemas. Why a few boxes of raisins and prune juice weren't used instead makes me wonder what mom was thinking.

No offense intended, but yeah.

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I was small for my age so when I was about 5 or 6 and I needed to poop away from home, I was confronted with what I felt were dangerously high toilet seats. Even though both my dad and mom demonstrated for me how to get up on them and to maintain my balance by spreading my legs, for some reason it just didn't come naturally. I started holding my craps until we'd get home from the movies, shopping or school so I could use one of the two smaller and much more inviting stools that I felt more secure on. The problem was that I often had to crap at about 10 a.m. in the morning and had more difficulty in holding it than I would have liked. Our 2nd grade teacher quit at mid-year and the lady who finished the semester required us to go in an try to go once every morning and once every afternoon. Sometimes she would come into the entryway of the boys bathroom and glance in just to see that we were at the urinals or on the stools and not jacking around. At first, I actually believed she would look in the stall so I fully got up on the stool but left my underwear up because it was cold in Minnesota and the seat was so cold and otherwise uninviting. Once, about a week before Christmas I was going through my twice-daily ritual, and because I had eaten some candy and other treats, I had gas. Well, it unexpectedly caused an explosion and forced my crap out before I could stand up and pull down my pants. Luckily, my stool was formed but it took me a while to remove it from my briefs and to clean them off so they wouldn't smell in class the rest of the day. I must have spent 10 minutes doing the cleaning, went back to class and was made fun of by some of the other students. They were laughing and pointing and I thought I smelled. The problem was in all the confusion, I had forgotten to zip up my fly, the button at the top of my jeans had broken off, and my penis was partially exposed. Any wonder why I have never gone to a class reunion?

I'd just like to come back on my posting above. I particularly want to discourage anyone who might in any way decide that they wish to start pooing their underwear on purpose.

I have decided to quit this as of now as, although their is a short period of anticipation and an oddly pleasurable but short period during filling, unfortunately clean-up and more importantly the significant negative psychological impact it has had mean that I won't be doing this again.

I've sold the specially-bought briefs and shorts and not going to replace them.

Please don't take my previous posting as any sort of suggestion for personal pleasure. It does more harm than good!

When I was 10 and I was at the fair, there was a super long line at the ride I was waiting on and I had been waiting for 45 minutes to get on it! Well, I got up to the front and it hit me! I was about to pee on myself! I thought I could hold it long enough to get on and off the ride and rush to the bathroom! Boy was I wrong! As soon as I got on the ride and he strapped me in I knew there was no way I was holding it! I was squeezing my legs together and I even starting crying! Well, there it went despite my attempt to hold it! I had on little white shorts and they turned yellow! The ride lasted 3 minutes and I peed from the time it started until it ended! I haven't ever peed that much in my life! But it felt so good! I guess I had a lot to drink that day too! Because before I got to the car I was peeing again and I couldn't help it!

Precicely why I never go on water rides.

Ironically the only thing I remember about my childhood was pooping in my diapers and plastic pants. When I was 3 and my mom started potty training me, she would watch when I was about to poop and try to get me to the potty. Since I enjoyed pooping in my diapers, after dinner she would watch me like a hawk. I knew how much I loved pooping and peeing in my diapers and would wait till bedtime when i knew my mother would be diapering me. I would hold in my usual after dinner load till then. I couldn't wait for my mom to finish tucking me in. After she turned on the nitelite and closed my door, I would rip off my covers and get on my elbows and knees and grunt. I could feel my face flush with the warm sensation of poop filling my diapers. Then I would finish it off by peeing. I enjoyed it so much I used to lay in bed squishing my wet dirty diapers. It gave me an erection which is probably why I mostly remember poopy diaper memories.

Once when i was 7 I had to go to the bathroom really bad!!! So I asked my teacher if I could go. She said I could not go due to school getting out in 5 mins. I waited for those 5 mins expired. As they expired I had my legs crossed and my butt clenched. Then I hard the bell ring finally, but I would miss my bus if I would have gone then, so I waited. After I got to my bus stop, I saw my dad waiting like usual. As I climbed off the bus I ran to my daddy, then he picked me up because my baby bro said his first word then BAM!!! It hit me I lost control of my bladder. Pee was dripping onto my dad's shoulder while he was cursing. My dad was not mad at me for the accident just disapointed. When I got home I still had to poop real bad, but my mom cleaned me up then I forget about how much my bowls hurt. Then my mom showed up in the living room and sat down, then told me to sit. As I sat I knew I was going to have a second accident, and ruin 2 pairs of pants. I don't remember why but as we were having that talk I had to go really bad and I didn't tell them about it. As we were talking I knew I was going to poo myself then BAM!!! accident #2 occured. The conversation continued for about 2 more mins until they left me alone about it. Now with my parents disapointed at me for peeing on myself now I have diheria leaking onto the carpet. I didn't know what to do. My parents were disapointed and I have pooed myself. I sat down on the couch next to them and they asked me to get them some water. As I slowly got up to get the water the diheria stain was there and then it all came out onto the floor in front of my parents. My parents immediately told me to wash up and get in the shower ASAP. I can't remember much more but I do remember that the same night I wet my bed.

Tiger, I hope you appreciate what lovely parents you seem to have.

Uh, Tiger your name isn't by any chance Emeril?

no im not Emeril and my dad is dead now Logjam so my parent, I might add.

Im a 14 year old boy.when i was about 12 we lived in england.we were playin ultimatedodge ball out on the play ground.well i felt the urg to go crap so i wait for a minute and then smashed in the stomic with the ball and when i went to pick it up i pooped in my pants. I went the whole day like that. On the way home my friend devin told he had to take a dump a couple minutes later i wanted to talk to him he had his butt lifted up so i asked him wat he was doin he told me he had pooped himself i told him i did to he didnt feel so bad about it after that. It never happend to me since then but i dont know about him we moved to nova scotia about a year later.

when i was about 11 mab 10 i was waiting in the car for my mom she went into a gasstation and bought a bottle of watter then she said she wanted to go to wallmart so i went with when we where there i told my mom i had to poop, but public bathrooms where not my thing so she said i should just hold it so i tryed and then i went to the electronics and i couldent hold it anymore and i went to isle where noone was and wnet in my pink panties and it was a good feeling poop and pee it was so big that pee was rushing down the isle and my panties where overflowing. my mom had to pay i $100 fine and i was in big trouble

I wasn't going to approve the above comment until researching it. And, lo and behold, it has a ring of truth to it.

You can most definitely be fined for public urination in a Wal Mart, and they will fine you if they catch you. True comment or not, it's a interesting point.

That Wal Mart would fine a mom for her kid peeing his or her pants at this age is kind of sad (because everyone has accidents); but then again, it might be Wal Mart's belief that since they offer public restrooms, they can fine you for not using them.

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i am a 16 year old boy, and the other day when i was at home alone i sat on the toilet, with my underware on and let go a big poop that i had needed for ages. i had't pooped myself for ages but i just had a sudden urge it felt soooo good and i wet myself at the end. had anyone else done this?

This is a fetish. Just like every other fetish, there will be some of you that think it is the most disgusting thing on the planet. For others, it is just a good experience. One of the issues with modern society is that we are unable to open our eyes in our sexual lives. More and more kids are having sex at a younger age, but are more willing to admit to everyone that they only got oral sex than tell the one they are with what really sets them off. I grew up in an open family; we are always able to talk to one another. I think this nation would be better off with more families like mine.

Daphne.......Reference your comment on moms that give their kids enemas.........................Moms in the old days just thought it was the thing to do.

We ate lots of vegetables, mostly homegrown, but every now and then my mother would chase me down and put what seemed to be a couple of gallons of soapy water up my butt. I did not relish the procedure and always led her a merry chase.

Years later, when I had children of my own, we were visiting and my kids were a little under the weather. Mother asked me, in all seriousness, if I thought they were getting enough sugar in their diet.
I must point out that even with some of her wrong ideas about how to achieve good health she died six years ago at the age of one hundred years and two months.

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Was this one time generational or was it also done to them? Do you know?

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Daphne......This is strictly a guess but it was probably done to my mother, uncles and aunts also. I remember it as having been quite a popular treatment among elderly country folks.

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Daphne, when I was young (early 60's) my mom gave me an enema at least once a month. I don't think it even did much good, because back then apparently no one knew you needed to be laying down when you got the enema. So, I was always had to sit on the pot until the enema bag was empty. Then (fortunately) she let me expel it right away, so I usually just had one or two humongous squirts (and cramps of course) without hardly any poop. She made me sit for about another 15 minutes just to make sure my squirts were over.

Daphne.....You have piqued my interest with your question about enemas. turdfan seems to have had the procedure forced on him also (or should I say forced up him).

We ate a very healthy diet when I was small but the belief of the day was that enemas were good for you. I surfed around the internet and discovered that man has been forcing cleansing liquids up his ass since about 1,500 BC.

One of my mothers older sisters was an LPN. She was born in 1892 and was well versed in many home remedies. She was a firm believer in the healing powers of castile soap up the old butt hole. She lived to the ripe old age of 97 but I doubt that enemas had anything to do with that.

The internet says the popularity of enemas began falling off in the 1950. In the early decades of the 20th century many doctors prescribed them and they were a common procedure in hospitals.

The terrible diet of Americans in the late 20th century has brought back an onslaught of colon cleansing remedies.
You are right about the fiber. Consume enough fiber and you will pass your poop quite handily. Live on white bread and burgers and you will have to periodically hose out your rectum.

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ok i'm 15,and i have this thing it's called celiac disease and i can't have anything with wheat or yeast.(aka) gluten. so anyway's in grade 4 i was really scared to go anywhere really. and one day i was outside with my friend. who we called freckles. but anyways i was outside hanging around with him and i had to poop. so i told him i was going to the bathroom and i would be right back. so on my way to the bathroom i ran into this guy who liked to pick on me because i was 9 and weighed like 30 pounds. so while he was calling me names and not letting me go i still had to poop really bad. so i waited and waited. finally the bell rang and i didn't have enough time to go to the bathroom. So i held it in as long as i could. but in 4th period i couldn't wait any longer and pooped in my pants. it so big it was seeping out of the side of my breifs. so anyways when it was time for lunch i stood and my underwear were stuck to my pants.one the kids behind me noticed and told the teacher. so i ended up having to go home and get changed. we lived in Prince Edward Island at the time which is in canada for all those people that are stupid. we live in Yarmouth Nova Scotia now and i'm starting grade ten. i'm also a master corporal i the royal canadian army cadets now.

when i was 12 in 23 now bt when i was 12 one nigh i ate a lot and drank alot so i needed the tiolet but not that badly so i went to bed and though nothing of it but then at 1 am i woke up feeling wet and warm then i looked under the covers and i noticed i wet the bed but that wasnt it i also pooped the bed becuase
i could feel trhe warm lump off wet saggy stuff in my pajama bottoms my nice and soft stripy pajama bottomss were now soaked and very messy but it felt so warm that i drifted back to sleep that morning 5 hours later and i got out of bed and i felt wet and a lump in my pajama bottoms they were soaked with pee then i took off my pajamas and walked into the kitchen flush the poo down the tiolet and put them in the wash i get up 2 hours before my mum every day so i washed them and she diddnt know the wiser

The comments on this page go from fine to horrible.

well a few days ago i had my girlfriend over and well... she has IBS(iritable bowel syndrome) and when she gets too excitted or aroused she gets diarrhea. so we were just talking while watching the notebook and she leaned on me so i put my arm around her and then kissed her on the top of her head. at that point she turned to me and we started making out i took off her clothes then she took off mine and we continued making out.i tell her shes beautiful. at this point im lying down and she is sitting on my chest. i slowly start fingering her vagina and after a while her breathing got heavy like she was going to orgasm.......i was wrong. she scream and said oh my god that feels so good. this is her first time getting fingered and she says it feels like she needs to pee..... as she orgasmed she had diarrhea all over my chest. i didnt get mad. i felt bad for her. so i calmed her down and told her its ok. and we ended up showering together.

Dude.

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pissed my pants the shit um
sweet

One day, when I was at school, I was in math class and REALLY needed to take a dump and to pee. The urge seemed to recede nearer the end of the lesson, so I just forgot about it. I was just getting up from my desk at the end of a lesson, when suddenly I got this cramp, and just crapped myself. It just kept coming and coming. I just stood there as my cute jeans bulged out with girl poop. My face went red because everyone could see. I was pooping my panties in plain view of everyone. It was SO embarrassing. Then the urge to pee hit me hard. I bent over in agony as my bladder spasmed. A jet of piss spurted into my full panties. It spasmed again, and I just lost control. My aching sphincter released gallons of pent-up girl pee into my jeans, soaking them through. My bladder contracted violently and pee exploded out of me with a loud hiss, spraying everywhere because I didn't part my legs. It gushed up through the front of my clothes, and soaked through the back of my jeans as it spread to the edges of the chair and spilt over onto the floor with an audible splatter. Everyone was staring at me as it ran down my legs, making a puddle on the floor whick kept growing. The school toilets were undergoing maintenance at the time, so a few other girls had accidents too. This girl Molly had apparently wet herself halfway through the lesson, and Amber had also pooped herself. There was a puddle of urine under Molly's desk where she peed.

Tracee, How did your family reunion go? I would be interested to hear what happened. Did you make it ok?

Listen folks, enemas did not fall off in the 50's, they were bigger than ever then. Most kids I knew got them when needed. And most moms stopped giving them to their kids when they got to be about 10 years old, especially boys. I would get about 6 enemas a year between the age I can remember that far back and about 9 or 10 years old. I did not like them at all and after the last one I got, never took or had another one. I also think my mother was very insenstive to my feelings also, there were times she let others watch me get an enema, that was very shameful, especially a few times when it was a girl close to may age who watched, a cousin or a daughter of one of my mothers friends. That in the most part is why when I hear the word "enema" I cringe!!!

Hello. At my school, on PE day, the girls would normally have their games inside the sports hall, and the boys would play something like football on the outside field, or the other way round. Occasionally, a boy would play sports with the girls or a girl would play sports with the boys. For example, one time this boy Hobbitt (Real name Lewis) was playing sports with the girls. Anyway, one time, (Autumn term 2008) for whatever reason, Sian was playing football with the boys. It is quite unusual for a girl to be playing football outside. She looked pretty hot actually in her white shorts and dark stockings etc. We were running around playing football, and Sian pooped herself. You could tell at first because of the smell, and a bit later, I noticed a slight brown stain where her shorts bulged out at the back. She must have pooped quite a lot. For a minute, she continued playing as if nothing had happened, then she started to look a little embarrassed because I think she knew people could tell she had messed her shorts in front of everyone. No-one said anything, and luckily for her, it was near the end. I don't know if the PE teacher, Mr. Llewellyn noticed. When the game ends, the boys go back into the sports hall to get changed, and we normally pass the girls playing at the end. Sian went off to see Mrs. Wrightson, the other PE teacher who takes the girl's games. I snuck off, curious. None of the boys have ever had accidents playing sports, so I think this kind of thing must be more common in girls, because I got the impression that this kind of thing happens a lot in the girl's games from an overheard conversation between Sian and Mrs. Wrightson which went something like this: Sian: Mrs Wrightson? It... Er... Happened again. Mrs Wrightson: I know what you mean. I don't know, girls... Sian: Where else is there for me to get cleaned up? I don't wanna go in there with the other girls, it'd be like, embarrassing. Mrs Wrightson: [Sarcastically] When we accept pupils, it shouldn't occur to Mrs Jenner to check they are potty trained. Maybe it should. Here, come this way. Sian: You won't tell anyone, will you? They didn't know I was there, because I was hiding behind one of the 'big things that we never use and no-one knows what they're for or even called' as Lozza (Smart-arse, real name Lawrence) described them once. At that point, I had to run back to the changing rooms to get changed. When I got back, Andrew asked me where I had been. I lied and said I went back to get my bag which I left somewhere. I never told anyone until now. I heard once that physical exertion can cause desire to take a dump and/or loss of bowel control. I know know that girls must be more prone to this, which I think is why the girls always seemed to be doing something that generally requires less physical exertion than football, and maybe even why sport in general is more of a male thing. (Do you see ANY female profesional footballers?)

When I was seven or eight I was walking in the park and I wanted to swing. As I got on the swing it hit me fullforce. Well then at that time I thought I was invincible so I held it. Soon I found out that I was not as strong as I thought I was. The next thing I knew diarrhea was flowing down my pants and over the swing. The smell was just absolutely horrible. I got up and ass-dashed to the filthy park bathroom and cleaned up the best I could.
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Enemas didn't fall off in popularity in my household. Mom used them frequently on us. Still vividly remember being called into the bathroom and seeing the black enema bulb on the sink and a pan og soapy water in the sink. Pleading did no good. Mom only said "you know what to do." Feeling embarrassed laying butt naked over the toilet lid while mom fixed the bulb then gave me the enema.

Mom was insensitive too. While visiting my aunt one summer, mom asked my aunt in front of some of my cousins my if she could use her enema equipment. My aunt was present during the enema. My cousins snickered afterwards. I was 12 at the time. very embarrassing.

Today i pooped my pants at school bc i was in history and wearing these cute tight jeans. Im sitting there and i just can feel the poop slowly sliding out. I asked my teacher if i could use the toliet and he said i would have to wait. Im 17 and a girl so it was totally embarassing bc i was sitting next to my crush. Some of the load actully slide up into my private area but it didnt smell to bad so after class i changed panties bc i have an extra pair in my locker just in case

Hello AC: As a teacher, I let students go to the bathroom every day. I can't imagine saying no; I would want to avoid your situation in the classroom at all costs. The only time we are not supposed to let students leave the room is during final exams (twice a year, end of each semester). Before the exam I always tell them, "Now is your time to use the bathroom; once the test begins you can't leave the room." There is always a mass exodus at that time, but then once they're back, nobody has ever had to leave. Obviously, for an emergency--vomiting or diarrhea--I would let someone out even during a final exam. I imagine your school may have some such regulation also, and I suspect your history teacher was out of line in preventing you from leaving.

By the way, be sure to pay more attention in English class--your language use needs a lot of work.

AC, that was an emergency! You should have said it was an emergency and jumped up and out of their. I would have fought back if I got a detention for preventing myself from crapping my pants. If you get a urinary tract infection from fecal matter on your urethraM have your mother have the lawyer send the bill to the school board. That will stop that teacher's cruel behavior or get him fired. Speqk up child! Tell your parents what happened so they can go to someone above the teacher and report it.
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Once when I was 19 I was an intern at a local print shop. I had to take a wicked shit and the bathroom was out of order for a few days, so I a dropped a huge ass load in an old coffee can I had at my desk. I closed the door and just let it rip. I had to stop midway through to dump the can out since it was full (I pushed it down the break room sink and ran hot water over it). No one ever knew, but I had to open all the windows in the office to air it out because it stunk so damn bad!!

Debbie....I am curious as to what means you used to push the doody down the drain. Was it a grogan or just in chunks? What would you have done if someone had gone on break about that time?......so many unanswered questions.

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This happened one morning when my parents were out and I was home alone. I was 15 years when this happened. I was lying in my bed in my shirt and a diaper, as usual, since I often wet the bed. The night before I had stayed up late watching movies and eating some really buttery popcorn. That was a mistate! The morning after I woke up slowly I found that I had again wet myself in the night. As I got up and took off my wet diaper, my stomach gave a huge gurgle. I had serious doubt that I could make it all the way to the toilet, so I grabbed a new diaper out of my dresser and very quickly put it on. I ran to the bathroom, but I didn't make it. I let loose a huge wave of diarrea into my diaper. Fortunately I had till next morning untill my parents got back home. I changed my diaper and wore others throughout the day for safety's sake. That was a good idea, as I went through like six.

Memories of childhood: First, yes, my mom (a nurse) did give me an enema once or twice; I remember nothing specific about it; certainly no trauma.

Main subject: Using an outhouse. We had a 3-week vacation at a cabin on a small part of Green Bay, WI, when I was about 12 or 13. Great place, wonderful swimming, nice boating, lots of lazing around and reading or listening to Milwaukee Braves games. No AC, no indoor toilet; a nice 2-holer outhouse. At first I was a bit grossed out by it, but once used to it, I enjoyed it. It was nice letting go and hearing a soft thud rather than a splash; I also liked looking down in afterward to see dimly my own turds and those of the other users as well. The smell was unmistakable but far from overpowering, as the poop dried out quickly.

hmmmmm wen i was in 1st grade i didnt like using the school bathrooms much... so i thought my urge 2 poo would just pass. but eventually it did pass in class. lucky it had been the last 20 minutes of class. and more recently wen i was 12 i was just at my church wednesday night buuuut i didnt quite feel well and that never is good... so my youth class had ended and i was quickly making my way over 2 the bathroom squeezing my buttcheeks ssoooo it doesnt happen.but rite there it all came out in my pants...uggg i had 2 call my mom from outside cuz my stench from wen i did go inside was unbearable...... so my mom drove me home and the worst part was undressing 4 the shower. i was wearing skinny jeans so it was very gross having to slide my legs and barefeet through my own crap... but everything was better after the shower. no more talk of this......

this mite be a little gross but its the story. k so me and my friend jake r just at my house 4 a sleepover watever so i felt a little pain in my intestine area but it passed soon. sooo we were home alone at the time and i headed 4 the bathroom but rite wen i get up, plop! well hes a good friend so he understood and...helped as far as cleaning went so he just took the cloths and stuff but the thing is i didnt no was that i really had ALOT so well most of my legs and bare feet(kinda gross)were literaly caked with the crap. so i thought 'crap the carpet has poopy footprints'... yaaa and well as jake was taking the cloths 2 the washer i heard him yell... sooo i gess poop did somtin. so i checked(not caring that i was walking aroung the house with poopy feet;) )on my friend... not 4 long. jk. but i fond the pants were heavy with crap that the waist opening fell downward and poop fell on the kitchen floor. and jake not realising wat had happend just walked on top of my poo... oiii. dont ask me how this happens... and tell ya how we managed 2 get this clean, we just walked around letting the poop dry on our feet cuz frankley we were bound 2 stepp inmore if we cleaned us up. so we mopped and scrubbed till everything was good. yup. wat funnnnn.....

My childhood memories are not good as I was abused. I was not allowed to go to the toilet while punished. I practically lived punished for the first eighteen years of my life.
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when i was in second grade i had to POOP really bad so i asked the teacher if i could go to the bathroom she said yes so i walked to the bathroom someone was in there so i had to stand by the door and wait then i could not hold it any longer so i just pooped right there by the door and then my teacher was staring at me i felt scared then it was my turn i went in the bathroom and i locked the door and i went by the toilet and pulled down my pants to see if i pooped and there was alot of poop so i pulled up my pants and flushed the toilet and washed my hands an left it was squishy

Dude, that's a long sentence.

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kkl, I'm so glad you made it through that darned 2nd grade...good luck with 3rd grade.
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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.

when i was in 4th grade at recess i wanted to poop on the ground in froont of the teacher so i could get suspended so i went up to her and i pulled down my pants and i pooped right there on the ground it turns out i got it on her shoe i got more then suspended i got expelled but i got back a year after that

Congratulations on your achievement, AC, your parents must be proud. Now that you are in 5th grade, maybe you can really impress people and shit in a toilet like a real human being, and maybe learn how to use those squiggly lines (called letters) more appropriately, and write in complete sentences, with punctuation, and capital letters and everything! Won't that be fun???

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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.

Oh my gosh, I forgot all about my posting from November of '05! I am now in college, and that seems like a long time ago. Not sure I can even remember everything, from that trip, but a couple people want to know what happened, so here goes.

I wore diapers the whole weekend, for the trip and the reunion. I know I wet both on the way there and the way back, at least once each way. My oldest little brother (who was maybe 12 at the time?) wet his pants on the way there as well, as he was running for the toilet at the gas station. That made me feel a lot better, as I had to change my diaper at that same station. And my really little brother peed his pants at the reunion a couple of times, he was like 5 or 6 at the time. As I said, I was in diapers at the reunion, but I used the toilet every time at the reunion. When we got back home, I was allowed back into my underwear, since I'd only had accidents just in the car trip portion of the weekend, which was really a victory at that point LOL!

My bladder control got much better in the next 6 or 12 months after that, after I really started going through puberty (I was quite a late developer). I can't say I'm perfect, I do still wet my pants sometimes, but it's more like once, maybe twice a month now. Until puberty, I was practically wetting my pants every other day. My last accident was 3 or 4 weeks ago when I was home from college on a Sunday doing my laundry and having dinner with my mom and brothers. We were playing Rock Band and I had been holding my pee for a while and was becoming quite desperate and my really little brother Spencer who is 9 was singing and started squealing. It was so cute and funny and I started laughing and ended up completely emptying my bladder where I sat on the carpet. This was my most embarrassing accident in a while, and my mom was none too pleased with me. Before dinner, Tyler (13) and Spencer both ended up peeing their pants too, so I didn't feel too bad. Tyler has apparently started having TONS of accidents - in school, playing at home, at the store, wetting the bed, etc., so he has actually been wearing some pull ups in the last couple of months. Mom thinks it's puberty related again; all I can say is, poor kid, I know what he's going through. I really wish my mom had gotten me pull ups for that year before puberty kicked in. It would have saved me a LOT of embarrassment.

well im 17 and i was sitting in the testing room and i felt cramps coming on. so as time went on i felt the urge to poop more and more and to add to the mix i had to pee really bad. the teacher wouldnt let anyone go to the restroom. so as i was sitting there pee started to come out...no one notice so i just decided to go in my undies but i got to comfortable and poop started coming out, everyone noticed me going out of the room with a buldge of poop in my jeans and being wet from the pee. so i went to the restroom to poop again, cleaned up, went home. but ive got to admit, the poop and pee felt good in my tight jeans and it was kinda sexy

When I was a little girl I used to get looked after by a baby sitter and I would go round to her house. I remember I used to poop myself because I did not want to use her toilet because most of the kids there were boys and I did not want them to know that I was pooping cus boys are mad about poop when they're young, so I used to just poop myself and sit in it all day long till my mum got me home and she would change my soiled pants. the baby sitter never noticed till one day one two of the boys found out that I was pooping myself and they grabed me and pulled my pants down while I was on the floor and one boy got a small stick and scraped the poop off my you know what..... then the baby sitter came out side and saw us and my pooped bum she was not happy. every day from then onwards she used to check my pants every hour to see if I had pooped.

PS: Sorry for any spelling mistakes.

The only time I ever really crapped myself was in the usual PoopReport way of pushing out a fart that wasn't really a fart when I was about 5 years old.

What came out looked like diced peanuts swimming in chocolate syrup. This is also my first memory of anything that looked like food coming out the wrong end.

Did I mention I was in my parents' restaurant at the time, first thing in the morning, and had to holler across the dining area for help. My mother truly is an angel.

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