Zero times for me.

C Everett Poop

Just read my story in the forums "The Pink Jeans Incident".

i've never pooped my pance as an adult. but after spending the past year on this website, i'm beginning to think that i'm an exception, rather than the rule. i'm really surprised at how often people poop their pance.

If we're not counting sharts, then never. If we are counting those, then I'd need the fingers on both hands.

i'm sure we've gone over this somewhere, but i don't remember. what exactly is the difference between sharting and pooping your pance?

If there is no difference, then we shouldn't require both terms. Here's my take. With a shart, you think you're basically fine -- just need to fart -- and opps, you got more than you bargained for. Not a lot -- just a small amount of liquidy shit that escapes during a fart. Pooping your pants typically happens after a prolonged battle with attendant cramps. And when you blow, you know what's happening and that it ain't going to be pretty -- a pants-load full of solid logs or substantial amounts of diarrhea.

This might be analagous to the difference between experiencing a little tail pipe smoke after the engine of your car backfires, and what comes out the tail pipe when you're driving along and throw a rod.

ahah...yes..in adulthood i've literally shit my pants about a dozen times. more or less the diet at the time and pushing too hard on a fart..now it would have been on the scale of a shart but unfortunately there's much more than that. my first experience poopin' my pants, i was nearly 7 years old..20 years ago and the fam went to Kmart. Now in Fargo at that time there was 3 different Kmarts, and all had different floor plans. I couldn't make it..it was plump and juicy, right when i made it to the toilet before i could pull down my pants i dumped a gracious load. I didn't know what to do, so i finished and wiped..and pulled up my pants, and went to find my mom. My mom sent me out to the station wagon and i had to sit in the way back until we got home. I stunk so bad. i had another experience like that..two more times in childhood. pew.

By "big enough sample," do you mean the number of responses to your survey, or the size of the load in one's pants?

PooperGal
"Searching for the Origin of the Feces"

Hopefully I'm not cursing myself, but sharts aside, zero.

I'm with "Logjam" on this one. One must differentiate between shitting your pants and sharts. Although I've never left a full-fledged log in my britches, I've christened my trousers with a Hershey squirt on more than one occasion. Also, if you are physically ill at the time, due to a stomach virus or flue, then those times shouldn't count.

Let's see, I'm now 35 - probably about 4 times over the past 10 years....twice while fighting loooong fires & couldn't get away out of a burning building (yes, I'm a Jake)...some things have priority....I'm not the only one on our squad that's happened too! Once in my truck driving home in heavy traffic & nowhere to pull off - and once shoveling out my driveway cause I was stubborn & "just kept holdin' it" to finish that one last little section & then I'll go in & do it....didn't happen.....waited too long! And, these weren't little sharts - these were all man-sized entire loads.

I haven't crapped my pants as an adult.

thanks, Logjam! that's pretty much what i thought. i've never sharted, but there have been times where i felt like i did. what do you suppose that was? fart juice?

Jerry. I hope you're planning on telling us (or submitting stories) about your experiences with pooping while fighting fires.

Wonderpance. First I can't tell you how flattered I am that you made the effort to hit the shift key when typing my name. Hope you didn't go and throw your pinky out of socket. I have no idea what's going on with your phantom sharts. Perhaps you really do have wonderpance.

Here is the difference between a crap and a shart.

Shart- A small amount of liquid escapes the anus, causing itching and discomfort, or at least the sense that there is SOMETHING there. Contact with underpants is minimal if at all. Coverage by contact with underpants is maybe a dot or a small strip across the fabric.

Crap- Major release from anus. Underwear defiled and majorly soiled. Actual solid particles are likely in underpants. In major crapping cases, the poop escapes the confines of your underwear elastic to dribble down pants legs or stain outer clothing.

Hope this helps.

Yes I have done a big solid turd in my underpants on a few occasions as an adult, usually when I have tried to hold it coming home from somewhere and haven't made it.

Luckily I always wear briefs with elastic through the leg bands, never boxers, so the solid poo stayed in the seat of my panties and didn't leak out.

In terms of definitions, I doubt there's any ambiguity about the two extremes described above. What's really needed is a definition which allows demarcation of the point at which a mere shart becomes "shitting one's pants". Is it a certain number of square inches of shit smeared gitch? The point at which one feels the need to immediately change his/her drawers? It may be a useful bit of precision, as it would allow for better tabulation of the number of times a given person has shit themselves during adulthood.

I know this is late in the game, but I'd have to say sharting counts as pooping your pants. Its important to define. But Its pretty clear if the action results in poop material touching your pants, then it counts as pooping your pants, be it a shart, a squirt, or a full-fledged dump. As a scientist and engineer I think and equation is in order:

FECAL MATTER + FABRIC CONTACT = POOPED PANTS

With regard to Kam's comment above, the line is clearly drawn. If the shart hangs up in your crack or bung hair, then it is a simple shart. If the shart material makes it to your garment, it is a shart that resulted in pooped pants.

Correct me if I'm wrong.

This definition also allows for delayed contact. For example: If I shart a teaspoon or so of buttgoo and it bogs down in my bung-jungle, then its a simple shart. Later on, having not wiped, if I sit down or dig at my ass and the offending poop-like stuff touches my skivvies, then it is a shart that results it shit pants.

Well, technically NEVER...although I can think of at least two occasions when I was less than a few seconds away from shitting my pants.

If the circumstances of those events had been slightly different, the I could answer that yes, I have shat my pants as an adult.

i never and I mean NEVER have. but my spouse does so often i am beginning to wonder what is going on, what he needs to change in his diet...... if I need to get stronger laundry detergent.......

I had a shart incidence once, but it was pretty minimal and to be fair, I had been suffering from some sort of intestinal bug earlier, so that probably contributed to it somewhat.

An apple a day keeps the ExLax away!

DDaddy. I understand your desire to provide a definition of shitting one's pants that can be applied with 100% accuracy. And your definition does that. However, a good definition also has to have "face validity" -- that is it must conform to our sense of what the thing means. According to your definition, a case of skidmarks would constitute shitting one's pants.

Logjam, you are welcome. it did put a bit of a strain on my pinky. but, hey, anything for you, buddy!

and i'd like to think that i really do have wonderpance. maybe that's why i've never pooped them!

so, let's say somebody sharts, but they have diarrhea at the time, so they end up with a lot of poop in their pance, instead of just the usual small shart amount. would that then be considered a pance-pooping, rather than a shart? or, would it have a different name since it's both? like, a Level 2 Shart or something.

I've never shit my pants as an adult, but I've had the unfortunate experience of shitting in some of the most vile bathrooms in the midwest. Sometimes I think I would've been better off had I just shit my pants instead.

I can remember 4 instances, most being alcohol related (next morning/afternoon). I think if I didn't drink at all the number would be zero. All have been of a liquid nature. Sharts are shitting in my opinion, if you can't hold it back you've defiled yourself, plain and simple. Skid marks can be caused by poor wiping so I don't agree with you Logjam.

I have only (fully) shit my pants once. I was
walking home from school in about fifth grade.
I put the underwear in a Kentucky Fried Chicken
bag and whipped it into the bushes by the railroad tracks. As an adult, I've had a few
liquid farts. I believe that sharting does qualify as pooping your pants. It's just a specific way of pooping your pants.

One time I was at a state recreation area in
MI, it was off-season and late at night. (Some
friends and I were drinking around a fire.)
A couple of us walked over to the restrooms to
see if they were locked. They were. There was
a pair of shitty underwear laying on the ground
right in front of the door. It looked as if
somebody left them there on purpose as if to say, thanks a lot.

Hey, whatta ya know, my fav. topic. I had this one episode where I was standing at the kitchen counter eating a slice of pizza. Right at that moment I was thinking to myself "wouldn't that be funny if I farted and some diarrhea came out...". Right then I farted and a little juice squirted out my ass. It was like deja vu....

Another instance a friend of mine got into his car, heading out towards a wedding reception, when he went to rip what he thought to be a fart. The diarrhea went thru various layers of clothing onto the car seat.

My physician prescribed Xynical for my weight problem. What it does, it binds to the lipase in the intestines, and prevents fats from breaking down. The first time this medication kicked in, it looked like the Prince William Sound after the Exxon Valdez got done with it. As for SMP, I now know what the term “shart” is. Half fart, half sh*t.

I guess whoever is keeping score can determine for themselves what constitutes pooping your pants....I sharted once or twice, and once when I was sick & someone gave me dayquil tablets, I inadvertently crapped in the shower, I didn't feel anything coming, , it was like a twinge, and then mass exodus, I couldn't even get to the toilet which was right by the shower door. So I didn't crap my pants, but I would have if I was wearing any. I threw out the rest of that worthless Dayquil shit too.

I have never shit my pants. I have sharted a couple times though. Damn i hate that. Yo thinks it's a fart, then the hot lquid is in your ass and you're like "Oh shit" and you have a havana omlet in your pants.

The most memorable time (Story follows, sorry)

After a nigh of heavy Cici's eating, I went to see a movie at 10:00 when cici's closed. I belive the movie was pearl harbor, becuase it was long. Im driving ome about 4:oo am and i gottta fart, but nopw, it's a shart damn it. I fell the load coming and i pull the car over. I think i can grunt and squeeze it back in while hunched over, but no, another shart in the pants. I rip'em down and drop a cuople logs along with a bunch of sharts and explosive diarheea. RIght there in the midlle of the road, good thing it was 4 am. I have to say, after throwing the evidence off to the side I was very satified. Not only had I laid a suprise for the next car to come along and the litter cleaners, but in was kind of fun to just shit in the middle of the road, not have to worry bout keeping it in the tolet, clogging it up. I would enjoy doing it again (without crapping my pants) if onyl it werent illeagal.

KOC, several months ago I was driving from my home town of Stewsburg up to Slippery Root to see my colonically challenged girlfriend, Miss Hermione. We were theoretically going to a concert of the Slippery Root Symphony Orchestra, although Hermione, in her own recondite way, had hinted at certain, ah, carnal delights to follow if I were a really good boy.

So, naturally, I put on nice clean everything for the occasion (one would not want an impassioned Hermione tearing off one's pants to discover a ragged pair of y-fronts one had owned since college, now would one?). However, with my usual lack of forethought in such matters, I had eaten for lunch the day before two chili dogs with extra grease and a large chocolate malted from a place in Stewsburg called (I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP!!)--"Johnny-V's." (Why would anyone name a fast food joint "Johnny-V's"? And why, O why, would anyone with any respect for their Large Bowel eat there?)

To cut to the chase, halfway to Slippery Root, I thought I would relieve the mounting pressure on my burning bung by releasing a bit of methane in the privacy of my vehicle. To my horror, however, BOTH chili dogs AND the chocolate malted came cascading out into my pants, almost exactly as chewed up and swallowed by me, although by this time mixed with the vilest of Shitric Acids.

O, Ye Gods of Shit? What am I to do? My pants are a brown puddle; my car smells like the Stewsburg Sewage Treatment Plant #2, I have NO clean clothes, I am miles from home, and a hot, sexually frustrated woman awaits me!

My prayer was answered by Sam Walton, who thoughtfully provided a store on the outskirts of Slippery Root. I found an old sweater in the back seat and sort of casually wrapped it around my waist like the cool dudes do, and went in Wal-Mart and bought three things: A pair of pants; a pack of boxers; and a painfully large box of Imodium.

There was one male cashier on duty, so I waited to go through his line. As he scanned my purchases, he sniffed and said, "hey, dude; the men's room is back that way."

The rest of the story has a happy ending. Sam Walton carted off my ruined garments at no extra charge; I persuaded Hermione to take her car to the concert ("I'm almost out of gas..."); the boxers (plus the Imodium) enabled Hermione to feel the pink snake and not the brown one during the concert; and I, later that night, for one or two brief, shining moments, made her almost forget that she was a lady!

Sometimes a guy's gotta think on his seat, as well as his feet!

Lol-think on his seat.

Once, suffering naturally occuring consipation, During the an LSD trip, I figured I would walk form where I was to a mates place, in the middle of the night during winter in what was probably 4 hour bus trip home. It was not until I was in my home city, and caught the train and the people were acting disgusted that realised something was very wrong. I was sure people were looking and snickering, and a copper rounding up some hooligans in the train station gave me this amazed (like a "what in god's name") sort of look. Bear in mind I look like a normal guy. If I was in rags or looked like a junky people probably wouldn't have thought twice. I went to the bathroom, wiped and wiped and wiped, freaked out more, and went bare.

Met my folks, asked them if I smelt odd - they said no.

To this day I am not sure whether I actually did crap my pants. My paranoia conjured up alot of things during my trip, so I am not 100% sure that I was imagning it. The reaction of the people in hindsight at various places makes me almost sure that I spent >5 hours in public (4 of those in a cramped bus) having crapped my pants without realising it, but then again was it all in my head?

Skid marks on the undies or inconclusive.

Moral of the story. Wear warm clothes

Not sure what happened to the post above, Some info missing-- 4th line should be " in what was probably 4 degrees C in jeans and a flimsy jumper. I'm sure my body just crapped out in the conditions (literally). Having wondered around for a while, I decided to take a 4 hours bus trip home"

Anybody who is unable to tell whether they have crapped in their pants or not is ready for the mental institution. Even 2 year-olds know when they have gone!

This is a person who has lost all self-control, and all self-respect. My heart aches for him, because there are so many sources of help besides playing around on this silly web site! Read the 25th Chapter of the Gospel of Matthew! You can never turn your eyes from this anguish again!!

The last anonymous coward makes me wonder...

How many people have crapped their pants while under the influence of some "recreational" substance, and how many were sober?

I dont think any were sober.

Is it that women are more polite and hold in their fartz ALL DAY, thus emitting a looong blast of arr as soon as they azz hits der pot (noticed this every minute in The Raidies Rume), or are they merely trying to catcha shid when is convenient. I dunno. No soundt usually emanate from MYN budt if i squeeze one oud--nyot unlecc I already GOTTA GO ! !!

I Shart almost weekly due to a medical condition. Its called loose sphincteritis. Can't tell yo how many times I've had to soak my undies and pants in the washer.

I have pooped my briefs twice in adulthood. More people have an accident than you realise

"sphincteritis" now thats a cool word. Dave, we should have that in the PR dictionary if there is such a thing.

"...Why no honey, I didn't poot. Must just be my sphincteritis flaring up again....."

All this fun and no place to poot!

Have a crappy day!

Poop Shooter!

Uhhhhh, The Dumpster. I'm over it. My choice, my mistakes, my life, my consequences. If you are not man enough to deal with the actions you choose without running to words written two thousand years ago, then I truly feel sorry for you. Is that how you deal with your own mistakes and failures? Deem yourself incapable of accepting the stupidity or invalidity of your behaviour and run to church, praying for salvation? I truly hope with your attitude you never exeprience any true difficulty in life. I also hope you never take acid and wander around in jeans and t-shirt in 4 degress C, because truly you would not be able to cope with the pyschological aftermath.

Ya no, that aftermath WOULD be pretty bad.

I did one time by accident...I was watching a scary movie with friends at the movies. WI could feel it coming but decided to wait til I was home in my own privacy. As the movie went on I started to get cramps. It got worse, so I decided I couldn't wait any longer. I got up to go and thats when it came at full force and poked its little head out. I squeezed, and started to walk towards the bathroom. With my luck another movie had just gotten out and there was a huge line. My heart sank. I ran outside to my car, then I realized I had left my keys with my friend inside. There was no way I could go back in and make it in time to go drive somewhere. It happened in a matter of seconds, I farted once and then the log came rushing out into my underwear. I did what came naturally and got caught up in the moment. It was like an orgasm by them, I just kept pushing it out, it felt so good. I even peed a little. As I pinched the last little bit out, I came back from never never land. I realized what I had done, I could feel the warm, wet massive ball of slimy poo in my underwear and felt disgusted. What was I going to do? I started to panic so bad as to what I was going to do. What would my friend say? Would she tell other people or would she keep it between us. Right then she found me, "what are you doing? Oh my god!" she said with a look of disgust on her face. She shocked my so bad I peed. aww! She called for a ride because she refused to get in the car with me. Although she never told anyone we know what happened.

I've never crapped a log per se in my pants but I've had sharts quite a few times and the gotta go oozers of a thick diarheea consistency several times as well. Combined probably a dozen times.

dude i pooped my pants last night. I decided to walk back to my dorm, after eating a hot chicken sub. i got about half way, and started to feel a movement coming. i started saying more prayers than i ever had in my entire life,, actually with every step! it went away, and then came back when i was about 200 yards away from my dorm. To my dismay, i, RC, pooped my pants outside of my dorm. and just liek beth said, there is no way you can hold it in, thanks god there was a door open in the basement, where there is a private bathroom in my dorm. i was so scared, but made it up to my room, after promptly tossing my boxers, and THANKFULLY basketball shorts in the garbage can. The bathroom smelled like shit emensly. i took a shower, and then proceeded to through my jeans in a plastic bag, and went downstairs to get my dirtied goods from the bathroom, thank god no one saw me, i would have seriously died. haha, oh well, hopefully itll be my last experience of that nature.

I've done it two times as an adult, but I'm saving those stories for later.

SamDamnit!
President in Exile
of Poopreportia
http://www.myspace.com/saintcarnivean

I farted hard one time and a marble fell down my pant leg. It was real cool and I kicket across the playgorund. I thought it was rather cool, but never tried to di it again.

Have a Crappy Day!! Poop Shooter!

"I have done a big solid turd in my underpants...."

I'm afraid it was googling a phrase like that which brought me to PR in the first place. Please don't ask me why!

Best way to differentiate between a shart and filling your pants is whether or not you needed a complete change and a shower afterward. It has happened a couple times to me. Most recently while doing Pilates. Twice, the exercises have "sent me to the showers."
My wife thinks I do it on purpose to get out of exercising. OK It's happened more than twice.

3flusher..... *IDEA* shit before doing pilates!

just a thought or random common sense I had.

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Have a Crappy Day!! Poop Shooter!

Or just do like me and don't exercise.

I'll vote with Dumpster on this one. Exercise is for wussies!!!

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Have a Crappy Day!! Poop Shooter!

I get enough exercise laughing my ass off at some of these posts!

well after all this chat on sharting i just had to lift my bum cheeks and she what whould happen if i farted real hard...And guess what i sharted me pan......tell a lie i dont were any so that means i have created a new breed of sharting...I will call it the crustyshating

TD, I get enough excercise thrusting my wheel out of the way to avoid all these Asian drivers while I drive the 2 miles to KFC and then run back upstairs to report the poop.

Why did I put my computer upstairs?

KOC, what other exercise do you get?

Enough with the racism, KOC.

So I'm pretty much a girlie-girl... I enjoy getting my nails done, wearing skirts and high heels, you know, typical girl things. Today as I was chatting on instant messenger, I totally sharted. It was so gross!! I mean, girls aren't supposed to have these nasty problems!! It totally went through my underwear AND pants. I'm sooo embarrassed I never thought this could happen to me of all people!! Ewww!!!

Sorry, AB2K, maybe I should clear somthing up.
YOu live in Pennsylvania. I am not sure how many people you have from other countries, but around Wash. DC, there are a lot of people from other countries, esp. Korea, Japan, China, Vietnam, Thailand, etc. Not everyone in those countries has cars. So they come here, take their driver's test and get on the road with no restriction, becuase they're over 21. Since they've not driven much before, they don't have the experience of 16 years of sitting beside Mom and watching her drive. I have been cut off (no turn signal), nearly hit (Shift lanes without looking), and honked at (various reasons) by many Asian dirvers. I'm not trying to be racist, but that's the way it is around here. If that weren't enough, a guy I know was hit head on.
By an asian driver.
In a minivan.
While he was sitting at a stoplight.
Not moving.

Do you see now why I said that? If anyone is offended, please accept my sincere apologies and come over here to see how it is.

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"KOC -- the Cool Crapper" - Rat Droppings

one full load one time (read my story "Doniker Fails").

But I have had many sharts during my adult years.

GirlieGirl, I hope C. Everett Poop doesn't see your post. He doesn't think pretty women shit.

I have never produced full logs in my pants. There was an incident involving orange juice and vodka that ruined a pair of boxers and a pair of pajama pants in college, but it was more of an epic shart then a shit in my pants. I consider a shart to be shittin one's pants or producing shit while only attempting to fart. SO i guess that time technically counts as shitting my pants and a shart, there has been the odd shart from beer consumption, but nothing life threatening, and the last time i actually shat my pants was in third grade. That time i removed all evidence once i got to the bathroom, the only evidence were a couple skidmarks. Back then it seemed like my shit was much more of a solid consistency, i wonder why that is?

We do poop, it's just in the form of fluffy, pink powderpuffs that smell like cotton candy.

Where's TBW? That's his line.

Everyone poops, everyone farts, lots of people shart. We all do it. That's the driving force behind PoopReport in the first place. Also, if you don't mind me saying, I've smelled some really awful things come from ladies (and guys too).

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Practicing the ancient Chinese art of double flushing... because sometimes, a single flush just isn't enough.

Last night I shit my pants for the first time in adulthood. I'm 19 and was at my buddies house... had to shit real bad and they didnt have toliet paper. So I casually said I was going to drive home to take a shit so I didnt stink up his house.

I thought I was going to make it since the drive was under a mile, but halfway there it just let go and wouldnt stop.

It was a big load and it smelled really bad.

Luckily I was on my way home and I cleaned up,... took me a good 45 minutes(a couple showers lol) Went back to his house and no one knows what happened besides my mom. God that was embaressing walking in the house after shitting my pants for the first time since I was out of diapers. The first thing out of her mouth was "Did they know!?" (meaning my friends)

This was a terrible experience and somehow this site made me feel less bad about shitting my pants. lol

thanks

How did your Mom get involved?

Did your mom put powder on your butt and clean ya up with wet wipes

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Poop Shooter!

I've had a few sharts and one full blown crap in my pants incident. The pants filling happened just outside of DC. I was driving back to central va, and really needed the next rest stop (still about 10 miles ahead, becauseI was dfesperate to poop. Then traffic started to slow, and then stopped completely. There I sat, in the center lane, with traffic all around me, and in an area where they have those big privacy walls on each side of the interstate. I was already having stomach cramps to the point where I'd had some concern about what would happen when I'd gotten to the rest area and got out of my vehicle.Time seemed to slow down, and the cramps got worse. Then, it happened, I couldn't hold back any longer, it all forced its way out I raised off the seat so I had room for all of the poop, and it was a lot of it. It wasn't diarhea, but wasn't hard either, more like having a pile of cooked oatmeal in my pantsI was fortunate that I had a towel in my overnight bag on the seat beside me, and that my seats were plastic. I eased the towel under me and sat down. I wound up sitting there for nearly 3 hours before traffic started to move I had to pee too by then, but I was such a mess that I just wet my pants and kept driving. It was good that it was dark when I got home because my jeans were a mess, and poop slid down my legs when I got out to go into the houseI just threw my clothes away (shirt included because poop had come out the top of my underpants and stained the shirt taik)and took a long shower. That was several years ago, but I still sometimes wonder if I had been the only one to gave an accident in their pants during that huge traffic jam.

In my adult life I have shit my pants more times than I can count. Never before 2004 though. I'm one of those souls lucky enough to have had a stroke at a very young age (24) and since I have not had complete bowel controll. Thus, when I get around to it, I have all sorts of great poo running down leg while running across campus stories.

I have yet to shit myself beyond a shart so far. It's OK, my day's coming. It happens to the best and the rest of us.

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Practicing the ancient Chinese art of double flushing... because sometimes, a single flush just isn't enough.

im only 15 but i shit my pants last monut in my dads new car they were very big man sized logs
superclogger

Two comments. First, to quote an old joke, "If it has lumps in it when you fart, you have shit your pants. And secondly, shitting in ones pants is like a gill being just a little bit pregnant. No matter how small the amount, if you did while clothed, you shit in your pants.

I shit my pants at an Applebee's one time. I made it to the bathroom, and almost to the stall, but crapped about halfway across the bathroom floor. I cleaned out my pants, and went back to the bar to finish my supper. Ha.

it happened to me when I was a youngster. I was 18 goin to pick up my GF from the training center, 60 miles away.
I pulled onto the motorway, I knew I was gonna take me a good hour or so to get there. I got that usual urge to pee. so I held on 20 miles to the service station, where i puled of and took a pee - carefully pushed a fart - and went back to my car and carried on to my GF. I felt my stomach bubble up and something was on the move. I eased out a little fart. yes i was really wet. I had visions of skidded CKs.I passed a few more farts and saw a sign for the next services in 8 miles. in that 8 miles my stomach never gurgled and everything was calm. so i foolishly decided to carry on passed the service station. After about 5 mins of passin the slip road my guts roared. more gas. I was ready to see my GF, I was dressed in close hugging jeans and White CKs, she loves me dressed like that.

well, I pushed a fart and my bowels cramped and i pushed the load in to my CKs.

i noticed the car infront showing red brake lights. i naturally shifted in my chair to change gear - clutch - and my lod was displaced into my jeans.

I was mess. i found an ASDA store and cleaned myself up. i managed to get my mess on my Rockports

would you take a dump on 160 quid

i'm still with my GF cos she acually thought me heroic for carrying on for her

LogJam has a good point. My definition (see above) needs to be modified.

Sounds like I am on one hell of a roll. Not only have I never pooped my pants as an adult, but I have also never ever sharted before.
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"If December be changeable and mild, the whole winter will remain a child."

I've done it in my pants twice as an adult, both within the space of a week. There was some medical background in that I'd been suffering from severe indigestion pains and mild constipation and was taking antiacids for a possible suspected ulcer. Tests then revealed I was actually suffering from a stomach virus, my medication was changed and I suddenly wasn't constipated. I first realised this in the gym and thena few days later was caught short again driving home on the motorway. I made it to the service station but only to fill my pants halfway across the carpark.

I had a girlfriend who, for whatever reason, wanted me to put on a pair of Depends and crap in them so she could change me like a baby. She was serious! In all other respects, a very normal woman, quite cute, great sense of humor. She didn't ask me to do any of that damned baby talk, thank god, but it was bad enough every couple months for her to bring up the adult diaper motif once again. I thought it would be sufficient to call her in whenever I dropped a sizable doot so she could appreciate it before I hit the handle and sent it downriver, but nothing along those lines appealed to her.
Some days I miss her, but then I remember what she wanted me to do and I get over the wistful feelings rather quickly. I mean, if I were 75 years old with only a fraction of my current herculean sphincter strength, I might oblige, but really.... How many women share this fetish? I cringe to think she might be in the majority!

I make GottaMan carry disability insurance for just this reason. If he needs diapering, I'll hire a nurse to do it.

Although... I think I'd hire a swarthy male nurse...

One shart, one time. And it was a doozie.

We were evacuating before Katrina from New Orleans to Houston, driving in a rented mini-van with about 10 people, on the road with about a million. I'm not from that area, so I am not sure how to describe this, but we were travelling over a big bayou on an elevated roadway. No exits for a long time. I had to pee really badly so I pulled over to the breakdown lane, used the mini-van to block and squatted on the side of the road. I was in such a hurry that I was pushing too hard and I sharted. What could I do? No toilet paper, in full view of dozens of traffic-jammed viewers, squatting over my pee, shart on my ass cheeks. People in my van were starting to get embarassed for me. So I just pulled up my panties and got back in the drivers seat. Tried to my best wipe job at the next gas station, but it was already soaked in.

Luckily (or unluckily), one guy in our van had a bad case of food poisoning, so my smelly mess only marginally added to the stink in the van.

I pooped my pants three times over the three weeks that I covered for my brother on his morning paper route. I was 20 and attending City College, living at home, desperate for money (who isn't) and he needed to take three weeks off due to special swim team practices that his coach called for 5 a.m. The 300-some papers were delivered to our house by 2 a.m. and my route started around 4:30 because each of the papers had to be in the driveway or at the business' door by 6 a.m. or I/we would get demerits.

Being only 5'6" and weighing 140 pounds, the bag I assembled for each neighborhood weighed more than 50 pounds (the news portion was 20% of that and the remainder was the thick and HEAVY ad inserts). I've always been a very regular person and my BM would come at about 8 a.m. in the morning just before I went across the hall to my womens literature seminar.

However the weight of the paper bag, the need to go up and down steps at so many suburban residences, and the January cold (we lived in Kansas)all combined by 5:15 or so each morning to bring my need for a BM to a head. On the first occasion, my mind raced about the business customers I would be serving--the 24-hour coin operated laundry, the storefront accounting firm where some CPAs had lights on by 5 a.m., but I ran out of options when I slipped on some black ice, fell on my butt and shit my pants. I had heavy jeans on and a parka so I didn't feel anything other than a very warm banana-like deposit between my legs and being sculpted with each movement I made. I carried my baggage for about 15 minutes when I got to the commercial part of my route and happened on a dark Phillips 66 station. Although they weren't a customer I had a hunch that they may have forgotten to lock the two outside restrooms. Of course, the ladies was locked but the mens was opened and I turned on the light, and by sitting on the stool, I was able to carefully ply all of the solid load from my underwear and and use most of the toilet paper available to clean myself.

By the second week I got to know the route better and found that I could save much-needed time and wear and tear on my back and legs by cutting through a city park to go from one subdivision to the next. I thought about the frozen ice on the lagoon and the ice-skaters it attracted by I decided not to cross due to the additional weight I was carrying. Within steps, I started to get the urge for what my kid brother was criticized by my parents as calling a "dump". I was about three blocks from the coin-operated laundry and needed to make a decision. I tried to outside entrance to the park pavillion restrooms and both doors were locked. While searching for a dumpster or simple trashcan to squat over, it came. Just like before, formed but menacing! I tore a handbill down from an outdoor bulletin board, sat on a bench (that was metal and as cold as hell!) and used it to remove the invader from my pants. When I got to the laundrymat, I was lucky in that I was the only "customer" and although the bathroom wasn't the cleanest in town, I again appreciated the sitting that enabled me to clean my crotch and with toilet paper and also paper towels, extract as much residue as possible from my underwear.

The third incident came on Monday (soon to be the final day) of my final week. It was close to Valentines day and there was an even larger ad insert that made the load even heavier. I was only about 4:30 when the anul load started started to come. I wasn't a Regents scholar for nothing!. I took off my bag, dropped my jeans and panties and completed the first squat-shit of my life! I had seen my Mom do it years before when we were traveling and there was nothing to cover the seat with. I hadn't had practice because I was never as germ-conscious as her, but if necessity is the mother of invention, it worked well. I'm sure the shit in front of the fence at 2742 Poppleton Lane was chalked up to one very cold dog!

That day my brother didn't make time for his event and was cut from the district swim squad so he was able to resume his route. That was fine with me. Just this past summer, my brother visited me and we talked aabout how I was "willing" to help him out with his paper route. I had never told him about all of my experiences, but as a communications major, he aspires to get into newspaper management. I wonder how he'll handle the "necessities" of early morning deliveries!

Those of us who have carried newspapers--and there are thousands and thousands of us alums--can relate to Char's situation. I had a neighborhood route in the 1970s that grew and grew with additional neighborhoods and, at one point in 1978, I was written up in the local daily as its Most Successful Female Carrier.
Like Char, I slipped on the ice (central Iowa) and on one occasion suffered a hernia from falling onto my back with a heavy load of papers.The impact also caused me to pee my pants.

Unlike Char, however, I had numerous dog situations and other obstacles that went along with the evening paper. Also, weekly or monthly I had to collect, which meant often making an additional stop perhaps on the weekend trying to find the person home.

I would move my bowels in the morning before going out, but the mid-day collections on weekends did tax my bladder. This was especially true in cold weather. One day I was in pain and ready to pee my pants (and I was three blocks away from the nearest fast food place with a toilet)and I finally got up the nerve to ask the elderly lady who needed to look for her checkbook if I could use her bathroom. She was so gracious but upon reaching it I was taken aback: she lived alone and the door was off, and her cocker spaniel was asleep on the rug next to its bowl by the bathtub. I was sheepish about not having privacy but was able to relieve my bladder and without waking the dog up. This made up for the several times when, in similar situations, I would stop at a service station or fast food place and be refused a key because the restrooms were for their customers only!

All in all, my two years as a paper carrier was a good experience. It's just that daily functions still must be met when you're out and about. I would think that door-to-door salespersons and workers delivering for political candidates would have the same problem.

I shit my pants the other day on my way to the gym. I looked for a bathroom in a new bank that opened but wound up leaving a couple nuggets in the front lobby on the tile after they dribbled out of my shorts. I had just asked the bank teller if they had a public restroom when I felt the nuggets fall out of my shorts. She said yes but I turned and left. I hobbled for the gym showers past several businesses with shit on my shorts and my exposed legs. Very uncomfortable situation. Do most people experience instances like this?

Couldntholdit: Very common. I'd say 90% of all men and 75% of all women shit themselves once a week. Most children do it at least every other day. And, like you, most of them try to find a new bank with a nice tiled floor onto which they can drop their little mementos.

You are very wise, wearing those loose-fitting "catch me if you can" gym shorts, as they allow you to drop your nuggets cleanly on the sidewalk, parking lot, bank lobby floor, or wherever you care to, without drawing attention to yourself. You've no doubt noticed the people walking around with the telltale brown stains on the seat of their pants. They'll learn eventually that crapping yourself is best done while wearing roomy garments or, for women, a skirt with no panties.

For a fun variation, may I recommend trying to drop a little doot on the floor as you converse with your boss? With weighty business decisions on his mind, he'll never notice that you've fertilized the carpet in his office until later, and he might even blame himself! Ha ha! What a prank!

Thanks for consulting us on this.

Yours, Father's Load.

Oops... SO embarassed. Tried to let one slip and there it was... a warm, disgusting feeling. ALL IN MY 2XIST BRIEFS! Was on my way into a bar; had to run to the men's room and in the stall, droped my pants and removed my briefs. (I LOVED THOSE BRIEFS!!!!) Tossed 'em away. I'm 37 and so humiliated. I'll never let one slip again.

Jerusalem J: Believe me when I tell you that you're only kidding yourself. Once you've shat yourself, the seal is broken. It accelerates, rather than stopping. It took you 37 years for the first accident. Expect the next one in less than 2 years, and from there it will become monthly, then weekly, then daily, then hourly.....
Abandon all hope. You've already found out that it's not so bad... didn't you say you got a "warm..feeling"? Warm is good, J.J., right? You know you were "disgusted...humiliated.." in a way you found oddly...Exciting!

I'm a bit on the conservative side in these matters, having denied myself the poop-in-the-pants experience since babyhood. But I'm living vicariously through you and others, J.J. More details, if you will!

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Livin' La Vida Caca!

The Queen has sharted herself once-- while wearing pantyhose, no less. Let me tell you, you don't want something tight against your ass that goes all the way down to your toes when you crap yourself. It is NOT good. NOT good, people!!

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Don't be playin' with the Queen of Sharts

In the summer of '83 I took on a day job in addition to my night conveniece store clerking position. I drove an ice-cream jeep through neighborhoods from 10 to 4 pm. daily. The little kids called me the ding dong lady because I would ring my bell every couple minutes to get the attention of children in the neighborhood.

The jeep was a convertable that was not air conditioned and although it had an awning and sign, the hot sun was menacing so much so that I would drink several gallons of fluids each day. The problem came with finding a safe place to poop and pee. I would need four or five stops a day but since the coolers didn't lock, I couldn't just stop at any public place and go into the bathroom because there was a chance that children would loot my inventory. Although I chose to do the suburbs (more children, more money to spend, etc.) the problem was that I had to go off route to find a bathroom and sometimes the nearest service station or other public toilet would be three or four miles away.

It would take time and quite a bit of thought but I would try and plan my bathroom stops each morning before I got my truck keys. A little-used senior center that catered to lunch and bingo games was one of my favorites as was parking in the alley behind a bowling alley and then running in as fast as I could to take my shit and get back before any wondering kids relieved me of my inventory. It was probably illegal and they were FILTHY but I would even use the porta-potties at construction sites. Often I found the sites to be totally unattended even in daytime during the prime construction season.

My worst experience was selecting a really shabby public restroom in an largely abandoned area in one of our city's largest parks. There was only one stall on the ladies end, it was open and there was a girl about eight just sitting and she was totally oblivious to my need to shit and shit fast. She had her underwear and shorts all the way down to the floor and she kept repositioning herself so I didn't know if she was serious about going or just playing around.

I was sweating and could feel it coming in my pants and I momentarily thought of my only solution, short of physically ejecting her. I went to the opposite end, again confronted with an open stall and threwmyself down on the boys toilet, but not before getting the start of the shit on my panties as I yanked them down. A small explosion also spread to my jean shorts. Worst yet, two young boys on bicycles came up to the door, saw me exposed and took off laughing.

I had done the best I could with the options I had and I started to cry. Then I remembered my ice cream and worked diligently to clean myself for the last three hours of my shift.

The Queen made me laugh so hard, I shot snot onto my keyboard.

I have sharted my pants many times however never a full fledged load fortunately. I am a student believer of the equation FECAL MATTER + FABRIC CONTACT = POOPED PANTS. Like little IKE from South Park says I pooped my pants!
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The Thunderous Crapper 63 Enjoying home toilet advantage since 2004!

I can understand how Diana felt. A person sitting on a public toilet, unable to go has an obligation to yield to those of us who have to go and go fast! Twice, I've been in situations like her (only one stall in the room, open, easy to see a young kid just spacing off and not producing) and on both occasions I've avoided an explosion by simply going in the stall, pulling down my pants and making the kid get up as an alternative to getting sat (or should I say shat)on. Although I felt sorry for the one girl who was about nine, I did wait for about five minutes then asked her to give me cuts. She was trying to pee but couldn't get it going. Finally, she decided she didn't want me on her lap. On another occasion, also at the same softball complex, the girl was only about six but she must have been constipated and she made me wait in the front of the stall for at least ten minutes. Once she pulled up her shorts and went outside, I could hear her mother's cussing, but when you gotta go, you gotta go! Young or old, those using single-stall public bathrooms need to be considerate of others. Occasionally, that may mean relinquishing their seat temporarily for someone with a more immediate need. It's no different than an emergency room situation which will give priority to the person with the heart attack over the person with the mashed finger. So if you're having trouble going, GET OFF THE POT AND HELP SAVE SOMEONE'S PANTS AND SELF-ESTEEM!

I have pooped my pants many times like once I was coming home from work and we were in a traffic jam and BOOM!!! I flooded my pants with diarrhea and then a stream broke loose on the other side my fiance saw the pee running down my leg and said did you pee your pants and then she smelled the poop and told me to go change I also did it in the mall in front of my son once it was in my shoes to my son once went on a roller coaster and he peed him self and i puked so were even and my wife has her times too

I once poohed my pants when I was in the Army. In Scotland, it is called .."Filling ma Breechs!". I usually used to 'Fill ma Pants' after comming back to the barracks after a gut full of beer.... I would loose control of the old bowels... and boy!! was it a race for the 'khazi'. I usually lost, and I had to shake a massive dump down ma leg and out over my Boots. Occasionally it was the consistency of brown soup.... ha ah ah!!

i reckon its a bit gross

I feel so much better knowing that I'm not the only one who's completely shat his pants as an adult.

So I live in New York City - which means I'm reliant on the train and my two feet to take me places (and the occasional cab). I went out with a couple of friends tonight - dinner and a movie. After the movie let out, we said our goodbyes and I walked to my train line. Before getting on the train, I decided I wanted some dessert, so I bought myself a piece of cheesecake and also decided to eat it on the train on the way home.

The train arrived (I'm feeling great, no warning signs at all in the stomach). I hop on for the 25 minute ride to my neighborhood. During the ride, I decide to have a couple of bites of the cheesecake I had just bought. After two bites of the cake and halfway through my ride home, the bottom drops out of my stomach and I immediately get that "Oh SH*T! I've got to "sh*t" feeling. With at least 15 minutes left on the train and an 8 minute walk from the station to my apartment, I start thinking, how can I will this poop to ease off and move back into my colon? It would be the height of humiliation if I were to completely shit my pants while sitting on the F Train in the midst of all these strangers. But, after some nervous meditation and short breathing, I feel like the pressure is gone from my sphincter and I'm in the clear: however, I was only safe because I was sitting down and not moving.

The train arrives at my station and I slowly get up and walk off the train. Still ok. I walk toward the exit and start climbing up the steps to the street, which is when disaster begins. The movement of going up the stairs and parting my legs released any control I had and the pressure from my colon returned. I start sweating profusely and hoping that the people walking up the stairs near me would just pass and move along. I get out of the station to the street and things get worse. It was as if I reached a point of no return as a shart turned into a torrent and the pain turned into a feeling of relief as streams of soft diahrrhea-like poo shoot out of my butt into my pants. At this point, I'm alternately relieved and mortified and shaking nervously - and I still had two long blocks until I reached my building. So I basically scoot myself down the two looong blocks to my building, avoiding eye contact with people who pass me, hoping they don't notice the wet spot on my ass or the rancid smell. As I approach my building, a neighbor is walking his dog. I say hi to my neighbor, and nervously walk to my stoop, but the dog knows and smells what's up and runs toward me (more humiliation). I quickly open the door to the building and because I realize that my roommate is probably watching TV on the couch as she normally does, I go first to the basement, where I try to carefully change out of my jeans and underwear that are filled with poop. However, the minute I ease my jeans off, clumps of soft poo fall to the basement floor, which I then have to clean up.

anyway, I finally clean up the mess with some nearby bleach, throw my soiled clothes into the washer and put on some gym shorts I had luckily been carrying. I go back upstairs to my apartment, open the door, say a quick Hi to my roommate and then walk into the most welcoming room I've ever entered, the bathroom, where I finish the bowel movement I started in my pants, and then proceed to wash off my physical filth and personal humiliation of having shat my pants. Luckily, no one else was privy to my personal poo hell I had just experienced.

Yes I shit my pants! I was on an elevator and had a Burrito/Toco time lunchon "daily" I like to fart in elevators and get off then the next persons have to endure my Anal Vapor!! This time it back fired! I went to cut a fart and filled my shorts completely! So bad in fact it ran down into my socks and onto the rug. God I had no way to cover and my Ford Ranger still smells like my SHIT! I don't want to do that ever again!!!!

I'm 22, male, in college, working a part-time job, dating occasionally, but the only common thing is that I frequently have to shit in public places. Some of the stalls have doors, others don't. But if I'm sitting down in a one-stall bathroom and not quite ready to produce, I automatically get up and yield to the other person. At first, I started doing this because I felt uncomfortable as a senior in high school using an open stall with other guys standing there watching me. Second, since I'm on an evening softball league that plays on fields throughout our city and within a 30 mile radius, most of the mens facilities are quite simple: single urinal, single open-toilet stall. Although it can get frustrating for me to pull up my jeans, and wait outside the doorway while I hear another guy sit down and noisily drop his load in one or two minutes or less, it is an accommodation that works for me. If the situation was reversed, I can't imagine myself using the desperate itimidation moves described by Bathroom Bully. I also worry about the impact such intimidating actions can have on such young girls. I would think it could impact them for years and years.

I will never poop in my pants and will always poop with my pants down around my ankles in any bathroom!_______
-Sam aka bknightshadow, a guy that loves to poop with my pants down around my ankles

what's air raid spelled backwards????

diarria! hahahaha

Thank you, please tip your waiters.
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Hey! Don't touch my wenis!

Pooping your pants happens quite often for me, and i'm 27. I average about 1-2 per year on average. So far in 2007 I've done it twice, so basically my quota is full...another incident would be considered in the statistical world as an "outlier".

The people who ride the busses I ride each day *always* crap in their pants. My tolerance for other people's problems is wearing thin, sad to say, but on the other hand, I figure I might take a shot at winning the next x-prize merely by lighting a match!

Seriously, some afternoons on the ride home I've wondered just how much earlier in the day someone crapped themselves prior to boarding the bus at 3 or 4 pm.

Accidents are one thing, and indeed, shit does happen to everyone from time to time, but I start to wonder if it's more than a medical problem when someone craps in their pants and seems either oblivious to it and the polluted air they're inflicting on the other passengers, or else seem to *know* they've done and are actually aware but don't care that the bus now smells like they swam through a sewer prior to boarding.

First few times it happens, you figure it's like the subject of many of the stories here: someone ate something they shouldn't have and got caught by suprise by the result, but when it happens almost every day and sometimes the offenders actually have a "yeah I crapped myself, tough shit for you" look on their faces when you turn around to see where the stench is coming from, then I start thinking that I really don't care *why" they do it, just that I wish Homeland Security could enforce "no ride" lists for public transit.

How does one know if one is suffering from a good old fashioned dump in the pants instead of having M&M's melting in your back pocket?

I'm confused by your question, anonymous coward. You're asking what the difference between what comes out of your butt and what melts in your pocket?

I'm not a neurologist, so I can't get specific, but the answer to your question deals with your sense of touch, nerve endings, and such. However, if you can't tell the difference between what is in your pants and what is not in your pants, poop and M&M's should be the least of your worries.

people please go back and read Father's Load on 01.01.07....This post did me in...too funny...thought I might fill my panties.
Producing waste since 1967

Happened to me twice i think in elementary school but most recent 1 was my senior year. I wake up grab a granola bar for breakfast, dad drives me to work and I begin to feel stuff going on in my stomache I thought of telling my dad to return home but I didnt want to come late that day to school. So I think this wierd feelings in my stomache will stop later. There I am in 1st period class and get urge to go to bathroom.I ask my substitute teacher for permission and off I go to the Boys restroom. I know I have a feeling to crap but I'm not the type to crap in a public restroom. So Im in the stall and im like trying to hold it in keep it up ther i say! Then a shard was released from the 7th level of hell onto my boxers and I quickly pulled down my jeans and damn I crapped what full load I did manage to however hit a few loads onto the toilet.However my crap ran from my jeans tomy socks and even leaked inside my nice sneakers! I was pissed and had this not happened I had no idea when you gotta go you gotta go. So there I am a 17 year old boy who crapped in his pants at around 8am. So I clean up as much and head to class to pick up my bookbag. I tell teacher for a pass to leave. Now I did this full crap in my jeans I believe it would stain soil my butt to point u can see the stain on the jeans. There was about 25 kids and reading a book every1 silent also facing the computers as this was a pc class. So my ownly hope was that no1 noticed the stain and I dont think I smelled that time but I headed outside the building make a call and have to reason with her to COME pick me up IMMEDIATELY! While I wait for her I have to sit down so more poop wont slide down to my shoes. I sit laying on my pure filth then thats where the aroma reaches my nostrils. Mom comes and I get in back seat hop on a newspaper and as I leave I see my poo stain on the conrete bench I had sat on. I get home shower take a few wipes to remove all poop from my backside and go throw my jeans,boxersm and shoes! I was pissed I liked those shoes.

Only once ever, I was very sick, and it was a tiny amount. I was at my parents', they wondered why I had to leave SO ABRUPTLY!

Can't believe this just happened to me. I have to say I have no good excuse. Just sitting on the couch when I farted. Instantly my pants were wet. I freaked, ran to the bathroom. Soaked through my underwear and pants which I threw into the tub. Spent 10 min. desperately trying to clean up. When I went back to throw my clothes in the washer I noticed a brown oozy spot on the blanket I was sitting on, on my couch. I was in disbelief.. I immediately googled this on the internet because I thought there must be something wrong with me. Your stories made me feel a little less horrified and a little more normal. Although, I have no idea what caused this shart (I only know that because of this site and your witty definitions) so I am kind of afraid to ever fart again....

This just happened to me -

Earlier in class I had really bad diahrrea and had to excuse myself. I thought that was the end of it and after class was driving home in REALLY bad traffic. The traffic was so bad when the cramps started to kick in, and I could feel an onslaught of shit trying to spew its way out of my anus. I kept trying to pucker my sphincter as tight as i could while focusing on the road. I was able to hold off a couple waves of the urge to shit when I finally pulled into a circle K. The feeling of having to go was overwhelming me as I put the car in park. Just then I realized that it was all over- it came gushing out of me and I felt my underwear expanding. I sat up as quick as I could and grabbed my other pair of jeans and put it on the seat so I wouldnt get poop on it. I drove the rest of the way home humiliated.

I shit myself about 3 years ago, there was an accident ahead and traffic was just sitting there and I had to go so bad I couldn't hold it anymore and I was surprised that it shot up my ass crack.

I just pooped my pants in a Bed Bath And Beyond Parking Lot on Staten Island in front of my girlfriend and her 7 year old daughter. As I approached the checkout I started to get that feeling, luckily we checked out quickly and I started hurrying to the car. Being that I only live 5 minutes from there I thought I'd be able to get back to the comfort of my own home and just as I start the car, I feel that feeling again. I get out of the car with the thought of going back into the store to use the crapper but then I know it's going to happen so I sit down and sure enough it's poopy time.

The mushy poop starts flowing out and it feels like I'm swimming in a sea of wet poop in my sweat pants. My girlfriend takes it in stride and even her 7 year old says to me "this happened to me twice in a car". It absolutely reeks! We get back to my house and I'm petrified that some neighbors will be around.

Luckily none, I look at the seat only to see it covered in mushy poop and then make the walk of shame inside and I'm completely petrified to go up the stairs to the showers as the upstairs is carpeted. I luckily make it without incident to the shower where I have to take the mess of clothes off. My underpants and sweats covered. The bottom of my shirt smeared. My girlfriends hands me a giant contractor trash bag where I stuff the clothes.

As I remove my shirt, poop gets in my hair! I get in the shower and watch the stream of poop wash off my body and down the drain. I move the showerhead a bit and what happens? The showerhead breaks! This is just not my day.

I must say that my girlfriend is a keeper. While I was showering, she was out in the car cleaning off the seat. It was so lumpy that she informed me that she was using a spoon to remove the poop into a garbage bag. Guys let this be a lesson, if a woman is out cleaning your poop off a car seat she's in love with you.

Lol I was SOOOO bored during the spring break week my friend dared me to shit my pants...I grabbed a strip of toilet paper stuffed it i my pants and well crapped. My friend said he will to... I was SOOOOOO BORED.

At the beginning of a recent intestinal flu attack I let what I hoped was a fart but got a shart instead; two tiny spots on my pants and the precursor to an explosion in the pot. That's pretty much it, as far back as I remember; I've been fortunate always to be able to make it to a toilet in time.

I have pooped my pants many times in my life . The last time I did it was during the San Diego fires last year. We were drinking alot of wine in order to chill. I sucked down some bordello that caused me to what I thought to be a well deserved fart, when pop goes the turtle heads and all down me legs - PU - it was deep colored red/black and - PU - stunk like a mo'Fo. PU there buddy boys and gals.

i have once it was awful i was at home by myself and my toilet was broken i would of gone outside but kids were playing out there i tried to hang on till the repair guy came but couldent only good thing i can say about it that it was relieving

Most of the stories are of guy crapping their pants. Does this mean that girls have less accidents?

Sorry to say, Wettinghose, but no. Girls do not have less accidents. At least I don't.

Just today, in fact, I had a most unfortunate accident while shopping at K-Mart. We all know that Wal-Mart, K-Mart, and any other "mart" is fair game for fart terrorism, and I decided to try my hand at it today.

This afternoon my family ate at a local restaurant called Jack's in Bishop, where I ate a meatloaf sandwich. I wanted a turkey sandwich, but I was too fucking hungry to wait for them to make me the right order, so I decided what the hell and ate it. My mother said it was good, which should have told me I wouldn't like it. (Mom and I are complete opposites in food tastes.) The meatloaf tasted like sloppy joes, a food almost as detestable to me as chili, but I was too hungry to complain. It was my first meal today.

As we shopped at K-Mart later that day, my mother stopped by the reading glasses and took forever to select a pair. (She and I are also opposite in shopping habits. I want to pick something and run, but she has to spend hours on end looking meticulously at every pair.) So there I was, my son restless from the weather, my back aching, and Gilbert pretending he's not looking at the panties and bras.

I felt a gas bubble building down below just as Mom bent down to look at the bottom rows of glasses. She was at perfect ass-level, so I sauntered over to the shelf and let it fly. Unfortunately, it did not go as well as I expected.

"Thanks", grumped Mom, with a glare. She is never in a good mood when she's shopping.

I could feel a thick coating of "butt jelly" in my asscrack, a common problem with farting since my gallbladder removal. Especially if I eat something that doesn't agree with me. Unfortunately, we were in K-Mart, and like all marts, the bathroom was horrible! I actually preferred walking around the store with butt jelly in my crack than going in the bowels of Satan's toilet.

I eventually made it to the bathroom at the neighboring grocery store, where I was relieved to see that the only damage was to my asscrack. A category one shart, maybe even a tropical storm.

I suppose it served me right, but it was worth it to see the look on Mom's face.

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Born right the first time.

I haven't crapped my pants since childhood. (Unlike TSV's story above, I don't go around farting in public places. Then again, I'm sure the story is a work of imagination, since we all know girls don't fart or shit.)

Herbie, if it were in my power, I'd lock you in a room with TSV for ten days. You will know God's Truth when you make egress.
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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.

So far I have crapped in my pants only 2 times in my life but I had a couple of sharts. What would be and feel worse, to crap in the pants or piss in pants? I knew of a girl who loved to wet herself deliberately, which I could not understand at all, however there are a couple people out there who crap for fun. Yuck!

Back in the bad old days of the 5 for $2 unifuccamart hotdog special (that included all the condiments as desired; remember, these hotdogs are 70% stuff scarped from the slaughterhouse floor and 20% artifical color/flavor, 10% other; i.e. sewer food (sic)) I ate the 'fiver' for lunches often. One week I did do this 4 days in a row!

Around 3pm of the 4th day I dirtied my pants.

People up to 20 feet away noticed the smell of my nasties within 10 seconds! The shit stain had a pinkish hue on my jeans.

I am 20 and I never thought I would crap my pants, but today as I boarded the subway for a 30 minute trip home I began to get the worst cramps in my life. I fought as hard as possible to hold the crap in, but i was fighting a monster. I had no options, the train is moving and there are no bathrooms on it. Finally after about a ten minute battle the shit wins. I release a large load of mushy semi-diarrhea. The instant it happened my main feeling was that of incredible relief, but about 5 seconds later I release the magnitude of the situation. So I sit on the train thinking it is over and I simply need to wait for the ride to end and hurry home as fast as possible. However, 10 minutes later a stronger pain in my stomach comes and I blow a massive load of diarrhea. As I approach my stop I can start to smell the entire car reaking of shit, I stand up and rush to the door. At this point I can feel diarrhea running down my legs and I even see it on my shoes. I raced home with a huge brown spot covering my jeans all around my midsection...it was so bad you could see the shit coming through the front of my pants. I made it home without seeing anyone I knew luckily, but one can only imagine if I had shorts on, loads of diarrhea would have been pouring off my legs onto the train.