the following I posted a while back, butt I feel it relevant to this thread-----

*horrified by the memory* Thanks KTF, you have just awoken a long dormant memory of something similar, but far, far, fart worse

It was 1974, I, as tiny as I was, had just reached my seventh year.

Now, being so small, I had confidence issues. (years of gymnastics, ballet and bodybuilding have changed that). Anyhoo, it was the classroom pre christmas party, every child had their mother provide a shit load of home baked fare. We decorated the classroom in the morning, and then sat there all afternoon, on this, the last day of term, stuffing our faces with the output of other peoples kitchens.

It was only an hour or so into the afternoon when the first rumble arrived. Lacking the confidence to ask for a break, I struggled through. After another hour, the pressure was borderline explosive. This was now the white knuckle ride from hades. Hometime loomed. Could I just hang in there for on half hour? No! This was it! No waving of hands in the air, no slight of calm.... absolute panic!!

"MISS! MISS! MISS!"

I screamed, she was too busy listening to 'Santa Claus is coming to town', having downed a couple of elicit sherrys.

'Fuck it!', I thought, 'I'm outta here'

Jumped down from the table, shot out of the classroom, taking out 2 students and a chair as I bolted, raced across the expansive main hallway, through the cloakroom, and into the 'kiddy loo'. Thinking I've just made it, I raced towards a stall, opened the door........ TOOOOO LATE! My best party pants were now bulging and steaming. Now with about 20 mins of schooltime to go, I had to return to class. Now with more than my tail between my legs, I went back to class. The other students parted down the classroom like Moses at the Red sea. I sat (eeeww) alone, until the bell went. At which point, I gingerly, left school, and walked the quarter mile home. As the shit slowly worked its way down the left leg of my party pants, every step left a mushy, still steaming turd, on the ground behind me. By the time I made it home, the pants, were empty, and my reputation was in tatters. My mother was supportive, but to this day, memories of this are more than enough, to set off 5 or so days of terrible toilet trouble.

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like a constipated accountant- I worked it out with a pencil.

My heart goes out to both of you. Partly because I too, shat myself at a tender young age. I think I was 6 or 7(BVC, we are the same age)and I thought it was a fart, it was not. It was at daycare and I was too embarassed to say anything to anyone, when my Mom came to pick me up, she bitched at the staff for not noticing it and cleaning me up, adding further embarassment.

As I reflect on these two incidences, it strikes me as amazing, really, that there seem to be so few stories like this. What's at stake is enormous -- our SHIT with US on public display. What could be worse? Yet I cannot recall being witness to a single instance of "met me and my shit" nor, fortunately, have I ever played host to a public shitting. Perhaps I've just been very, very lucky.

Life is so fragile at that age. I can picture my kids in that situation and it would break my heart.

My only "poop'd my pants" incident was at home. I was very young and watching Saturday morning cartoons.. It was the old "it's only gas" routine. I let out what I thought was gas during a Banana Splits commercial break and out pops Mr. Log. I remember grabbing it and keeping it hidden in my PJ bottoms while I walked shell shocked into the bathroom.

My mom stopped me along the way, "you didn't say good morning to your dad"... "hi dad.." of all people he'd surely beat the rest of this outta me if he found out.. But I made it to the toilet and dropped it in. Funny but I remember the detail of the whole incident, poop and all.

I can only imagine how scarred you are Shits Happily, Baron and pnutty.. *sniff* group hug..

My six year old memory of "an accident"( the code words to my mom that the bed had to be stripped) is an accident that didn't happen in my bed (a big thing to hide from daddy). Nope, it happened on the monkey bars, at school, in front of a bunch of kids. I was doing flips on one of the bars when fflfflhhhfhfhththtstsshha! Schmlat! A mixture of gelatanous ,oleaginous, rusty red, brown roux spot with a shiny yellowish-green tint appears over my starkiss, on my panties, while my butt was on top of the bar, in the air for all to see. I sucked my butt hole in as tight as I could for fear more would escape while jumping off the bars to assess the shituation. Immediately, I ran to the bathroom. I was glad I had on my thick absorbing training pants and not my thin batiste ones with the eyelet lace around the legbands. One or two kids made a very loud announcement that I had a brown spot on my pants. I remember looking at it, right there, on the playground and then running to swing on the swing. From that day forward, in the first grade, I wore training pants and my tennis dress bottoms under my school dress . I was embarrassed for having to wear the hershey kissed undies until I got home from school. My butt itched all day.
I don't remember getting hugged for pooping my pants. I do remember mama laughing that laugh she has when something embarrassing happens. Then I thought it was funny and laughed too. I understood that day why mama made me wear, what I thought, looked like diaper pants, to school. I hated those underpants.

Sounds like thru that darkest moment you should remember those that treated you with compassion. This was a Diareah of The Travelling Pants of sorts. I just thought about that movie about the pants. Diary of the Travelling Pants?? Am I right about the title help me out here fellow PR's
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The Thunderous Crapper 63 Enjoying home toilet advantage since 2004!

The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.

Not that I ever saw it....no, I mean it, guys, never watched a moment of it!! I SWEAR!!!!

Well, you can read about my pants pooping story here on PR. It's called "Ballpark Frank".

What has always bothered me about the types of stories like Shits Happily wrote (and very well, too!) is that there are actually children who enjoy other kids' misery and embarrassment. These types of little girls and boys used to piss me off as a kid and now sadden me as an adult. Sure, most of them grow up to be "normal", but the misery they inflict on others while growing up leaves scars and emotional skidmarks that sometimes never go away. Little bastards.

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I don't remember ever shitting myself as a small child. All of my self-shitting stories start off with, "I'd been out closing all the bars the night before..."

I came awfully damn close to shitting myself as a schoolgirl many times. Luckily, I was able to pull with all my sphincter strength and "swallow" it back in. The kids I went to school with were ruthless and unkind to anyone with any type of "mishap". When I puked in front of the whole 2nd grade class, there were kids who felt the need to inform any new classmates right up thru our senior year in high school. A pooping incident would follow me to this day - especially since I've moved back to my hometown.

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Rock-n-roll! Poopy-poo!

This sort of thing happens to bigger kids, too, and not just about pooping. A kid in my last class of the afternoon (I'm the teacher) rather frequently has the farts in class, at which the other students kid him unmercifully. It is, after all, funny--in the midst of a serious discussion, pfft!, and off we go. The student apparently drinks soft drinks for lunch, which fester inside until 7th period. Occasionally this person gets a restroom pass, obviously to poop.

I myself haven't had an experience where i've shat myself, but I have come very close! In school there was an overweight boy who always farted in class. He said he had medication which he took to diminish the problem, but later we found out they were just m&m's with the m licked off. Anyway, He always farted in class and I mean All day almost every other minute. One day he decided to let an awfully big one slide (literally) and folks this was no pretty thing to watch or listen to. He sat there as his bowels gleefully filled his trousers to the brim, and you could tell by his facial expression. Oddly enough none of my classmates ever laughed or teased him about this. But i'll always remember him as the obese m&m crapper.

God, MSG, routine at that age is notorious! Every day Thing One either gets off the bus and goes directly to the bathroom, or he dumps after school before baseball practice. Every day.

He mentioned to me he's glad it isn't during the middle of the day when his butt wants to dance because it's hard to crap in between classes and not be late.

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www.daphneszoo.com

Ah shoot. I don't log in for almost 2 years, and when I do, I find out there's another Baron in town.

When I barf, half the time, I poop, too. There is no such thing as a 'it's just gas' when I have the flu. Every fart gets the utmost attention it deserves.
I think the best one of those was at the hotel by Disneyland. It freaked my mom out, which was awesome

Pooptoven, you have your minions, and I have mine - Long live the Barons...... Can't wait to tell the Baroness!

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like a constipated accountant- I worked it out with a pencil.

I went to see the sisters traveling pants movie with my mother. Its a great movie. Guys, it really is a movie that you should see as its very sweet and very funny.
During my college days in the 80's, my after school job was working at a school. There were a couple of children who had accidents in their pants. Out of respect for the child, I quietly took the child out of the area and handled it in a dignifying manner. None of the other children had an oppootunity to be ruthless as I was keen on the shituation.
The little boy was four when he had a mushy kind of runny crap in his underwear and jeans. I was trying to contain the poop while helping him get his crapped clothing off. It wasn't going to happen. There was crap all over the bathroom and him.
It was a big clean up job. The preschool was a house so I put him in the tub. The staff found him some clothes to wear while his clothes got washed in the machine.
The little girl was in first or second grade. Her accident occurred afterschool while waiting in line to pee. She cried. Her mom came to get her soon after. I recall the other little girls having compassion for her from several feet of the puddle. It was the playground bathroom. Nothing a hose couldn't fix.

Sittingpretty wrote: I went to see the sisters traveling pants movie with my mother. Its a great movie. Guys, it really is a movie that you should see as its very sweet and very funny.
As is clear from Bilge's comment above, we sent a representative who, on our behalf, saw the movie and reported back. This is just one of the perks of being in the male club -- vicarious experiences.

You know MSG that's how you end up with problems in school, kids tease the kid with gas, next thing you know that kid's going to realize, "Hey, I'm armed." Then he'll be doing the thing where you pin some kid's head down on his desk and hold your ass just a few inches from his face and rip off the biggest one you can.

well when i was 6 the worst thing i ever did is piss my pants but i think thats worce but thats me. i let 6 other kids go when i had to go and pised my pants one bathroom in the school what a shame

Ah, yes, six-year-olds and poop. I remember my own six or seven-year-old stories. Fortunately, many of them were eyewitness accounts and not personal experience. It was especially fun when I caught one of the Brendas or Claires with shit in their pants. Or pee in their desk chair. They didn't stay Brendas or Claires for long after the announcement went out.

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Born right the first time.

Ahh, yes...

I had a similar experience. I was in first grade, so it was either fall, 1976 or spring 1977. Was out on the playground at school, just before dismissal time. I had to drop ballast in the worst way, but I didn't have time, and was way too shy to ask the teacher.

After a few minutes, the teacher gathers us up, forms us into a line, and marches us back to the classroom to grab our stuff. I get on the bus with all the other kids...

On the way home, several of my friends were making fart noises- which the driver thought was REALLY funny ( she was very cool!). I just sat there trying vainly to hold it in for the rest of the Looonnng bus ride home. Predictably, the shit monster won. I shat out a huge load of trouser chili. Now the wonderful smell of diarrhea started filling the bus. I vividly remember Mrs Donlon yelling out to one of the kids: " Wow, Todd- that was a good one!"

Noone said anything to me, so i just sat there, utterly mortified, in my pantsload of shit... I was the last one off, so at least I didn't have to make the walk of shame in front of all the other kids. Still, it was blatantly obvious what I had done- I was walking spread legged with a pained grimace on my face, and a big stinky bulge in the seat of my pants.

I remember crying in utter humiliation as mom had to clean me up. I still can't believe just how much shit my undies held when I finally got to drop trou.

OMG so funny but so not fuuny. I had an "accident" when I was like 5 or 6 in my bed one night. I swear I thought I was on the toilet but apperently I was only dreaming this and I woke up right as it made it pass my bumhole. I was so scared I hid it behind my trash can and never told any one and like a month later my dad found it and I never told that it was me because I didn't want an a$$ beating. To this day I never told any one it was me. The second time I Sh!t myself was last year. One day I had massive, I mean MASSIVE diahearra and was going for like two day straight. Then out of no-where I stopped and didn't go to the bathroom again for a month. After the doctors made me dink some awful salt drink and I still didn't go I was admitted to the hospital where they MADE me shit myself. And the STENCH was awful. Well after that my bowls slowly started to work again and I was in the car with my husband and I had to fart( and since I shit in front of my husband I abviouslly(sp?) fart in front of him) so I let one rip. After, a couple minutes later I still smelled a fart but really it smelled like crap and I didn't think I sh!t myself but that the fart was pretty strong. As soon as I got home I went straight to the bathroom and discovered I had indeed sh!t my self. I couln't belive it. To this day I still don't know why my bowls shut down and I didn't sh!t for a month and I canceled my appt to find out why because I was afraid. I still go like a week or so with out going but not as bad as a month.

I had an accident when I was 5, but it was less public. I was sitting in a parked golfcart and I suddenly had to poop. Being the five year old that I was, I just, well, pooped. I am not haunted by it. Simply because, I was very confident and I handled the situation carefully.

Nice story, Tuba Cheeks. I can just see this poor little baby truck driver hobbling home with his undie chowder. Plus one for sharing your humiliation!

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Beautifully written-It brought me back to my elementary school around 1976 or so. I can still remember that gymnasium smell. I think we can all relate to the cruelty children inflict on other children, truly harrowing, and the memory stays with you for a lifetime. I remember wetting my pants in kindergarten, with several hours left in the day, and untucking my shirt so nobody could see. Then we all had to sit on the floor "indian-style" in a circle for show-and-tell. There was no hiding it. Tommy Loydd noticed the dark stain on my pants, and I remember his eyes getting big as his head spun around and his arm reached out so he was pointing at my crotch. He whispered something to the kid next to him, and they started laughing. when it was Tommy's turn to "show and tell", He stands up, giggling, and says, in slow-motion: Matt wet his pants! Time stopped, I don't remember if the other kids laughed or not, but I was beyond caring. I was horribly embarrassed at first, but after his announcement I was just numb, my ears were ringing, and it felt like little needles were piercing my neck and scalp. I never want to feel like that again, EVER.
Man, I fucking had that Tommy Loydd.
Thanks for reminding me, SHI!
I never want to feel that way again, EVER.

I accidentally shit my pants at work last Friday. It was runny and smelled putrid. There was a trail from my desk to the bathroom and out to the parking lot. When I arrived this morning, my desk was cleared off and everyone seemed surprised to see me. My boss told everyone that he was sure I wouldn't be back after what happened.

This story sure hit a nerve, didn't it? I'm starting to believe that having an "accident" in public as a child, humiliating as it was, was some sort of character-building rite of passage for a *lot* of us.

Sure teaches you early that the world has an abundant supply of assholes for every age group, doesn't it?

My only memory of pants-pooping from grade school was not my own...In third grade there was a girl named Amanda, and no one liked her. She was the booger-eater, the farter, the gross kid. One morning though...she out of nowhere barfed all over her desk and simultaneously shat her pants. Everyone scattered. There were horrified screams. She stayed frozen on her chair, weeping.
I still remember the look of bemused disgust on the janitor's face as he vacuumed the mess up with the Barf Vacuum. It was great.