Anna from Austria
I got another Question for my ladies.
I wonder if your peroid has a negative effect on your bowels like diarrhea or I am the only one which such weird Symptoms? I cannot speak for every Woman on the planet but among my Lady Friends I am the only one.
In fact I have never thought About that in all the years until recently. I was hanging out with some Friends at one of my Friends Stefanies house. I had my peroid and exucted mysel to the bathroom. The bathroom was close the kitchen where my Friends where hanging out and apprently due to the thin door my Friends could hear my having my normal noisy peroid diarrhea. After I was done Stefanie asked my what I have eaten and i just replied that normal when I have my peroid. She said oh man I really glad that my bowels do not went that crazy when I am on my peroid. And the outer Friends agreed with her.
Now I am courious if that my peroid diarrhea is really that scare as it seems…
greetings from Austria
AnnaRobyn
Sad Victoria
Hey everybody it's Robyn!
Last Wednesday Victoria had a routine appointment with her gastro and since then she's been different. All she'll say about it is that there were no changes but she hasn't been acting or feeling like herself since. She's not eating as much, won't let me into the bathroom with her or give a massage for her stomach pain and has started wearing more to bed than her normal oversized t-shirt and pair of panties. I'm starting to suspect that she might be skipping her meds and her BMs and I don't know what to say or do to help her feel better.
Can anybody help me here? We need to get our girl back!
Hugs and kisses!
Robyn
Tom W
Replies and pee survey for girls
To Emily E: How old were you when you and Lauren had your car pee? I'm suprised anyone would allow someone to pee on the seat of a car, especially if it wasn't because you were desperate when stuck in traffic or something. Did you pee through your clothes or pull them down and use the car seat as if it was a toilet?
To Abbie: Is it normal for girls to wee their pants a bit when they're desperate? You mention you or your friends dribbling in your pants quite often so I'm wondering if a lot of girls do this?
To Hollyrae: How is your bladder now? Are you managing to go for longer between pees without leaking or do you still have to pee a lot?
A survey for the girls:
1) How often do you pee?
2) Do you pee when you first need to go or hold it until you are desperate?
3) How long are you normally peeing for (in seconds)?
4) Does your pee tinkle, hiss or gush?
5) Do you ever leak in your pants if you are desperate to pee?
6) What's the most desperate you have ever been to pee? Did you make it to the toilet?
Audrey
Marie: it's called a cassette toilet. I don't potty in bed much, it seems way too gross. Any tips;)? If you can find exactly where the bed pocket story is or give any keywords, I would appreciate that. With regards to Hannah's sink, did you just pee or did you poo? Also looking forward to your suggestions for Cammie.
Tyler C: looking forward to the sleepover story!
Sherryl: I'm doing well, nothing interesting in the toiletstool realm aside from a nice standing piss down my skirt in my backyard, and a few on my basement drain. Keep it up girl!
Cammie: It's great to hear back from you, keep it up darling!Pat
Absolutely clean shit
I can't believe that this happened to me this morning, it was totally amazing.
I've been aeating a lot of cheese and homemade sausage lately and this has made for some VERY big dry logs that I have to work at to get out and oh does it feel good when I do.
So this morning after breakfast, I felt that hassy, bloated feeling in my lower gut and knew.that it was time
So I go to the toilet and sit down. I push a little and I can feel a rock-solid monster logs inside of me, pushing at my asshole from the inside but it stops dead there.
Knowing that this is going to take some work, I relax my anus and let the turd retract back up inside of me and waiting a moment before giving a little more forceful push. Turd stops dead at the asshole again. Relax again, let it retract and then another stronger push. "I've got to get it out" I think, so this time I give it all I've got and when the turd hits the anus I give it that extra shove and I feel my asshole expand as the turd starts to force it's way thru, past the point of no return and is now partially out, hanging there in limbo. PUSH again and now the whole freight train of turd is moving inside of me.
Keep it coming, push again and Turd 1 breaks off and splashes into the water, followed by Turd 2, Turd 3 and Turd 4. Trying to remember if there was a Turd 5 or not.
So at any rate, I've emptied the deepest depths of my bowels into the toilebowl beneath me and it's now time to wipe my ass, or so I thought. Found out that it wasn't necessary to do so after wrapping the paper around the fingers of my left hand , leaning myself forward on the seat, and reaching down into the into the nether regions between my buttocks and swiping it up tight against the now closed again asshole.
I pull my hand back out and raised it to see how much more wiping I was going to need to do and looked at the paper wrapped around the fingers and.........IT WAS CLEAN. Absolutely, positively 100% clean, I was stri g at pure white toilet
paper with not a
streak of brown to mar it's beauty.
"This can't be right" I thought to myself before reaching down again for a second pass, digging as deep into the cleavage of my ass as I possibly can. Same resulr-perfectly clean, same on the third try and the fourth, which after completing, I decided that it was safe to pull up my underwear and shorts, which I did.
I then looked down into the bowl at the stack of monster logs I had laid there, shaking my head before pulling the flush lever and watching them and the TP disappear down the hole, leaving not a streak behind to mark the fact for all mankind that they had ever existed and rested in that place albeit briefly.
"UNREAL" I thoughtvto myself as the 5oilet's tanks refilled itself and I washed my hands before shutting off the light and leaving the bathroom.
Julie
My euphoric dump plus a little accident
Hello everyone! It's been a while since I last posted. I hope you all are well. Today I had one of the most enjoyable poops I've had in my life. It was so amazing and euphoric. I took my daughter to her friend's house for the weekend so I could have some much needed alone time.
This morning I woke up feeling nice and refreshed. I slept great last night. I took a shower last night and went to bed naked. I looked around for my clothes before I remembered that I didn't go to bed wearing any. I immediately felt pressure in my bowels and leaned to the side to let out a big bubblyfart that was pretty stinky. I got out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom, letting out little pre poop toots along the way. I walked into the bathroom, lifted the lid on the toilet, then gently sat down on my newly installed cushioned bidet seat.
The change of position make me involuntary let out a huge blast of noisy gas which releaved a lot of the pressure in my bowels. I relaxed and gave a gentle push and then a steady torrent of soft serve came noisily shooting out of my hole. I felt a slight cramp and I pushed harded. An explosion of farts and mushy poop loudly splattered in the toilet. I don't know if it was the feeling of all that poop coming out my asshole or if it was the sense of relief, but it made me feel tingles in my fingers and toes and sent a shiver down my spine. It felt so good. I was in heaven. I had a smile on my face and I didn't have a care in the world. I let out a satisfied sigh and placed my hand on my stomach as I let out another farty wave of poop. The soft serve has transitioned into runny diarrhea but it still was so good to let out. My stomach didn't hurt. It felt good. Really good.
After about 15 minutes I felt like I didn't have to poop anymore and all the gas was gone too. I sprayed my messy butthole clean with my new bidet seat and used a bit of toilet paper to pat it dry. I stood up and looked at my creation. It looked like a brown paint bomb went off in the toilet. The whole bowl was splattered. It seriously look like a Jackson Pollock painting in there. I had to flush a few times to get everything down and I had to use the brush to clean out the leftover skids. I washed my hands and opened the window to help air out the room before I left. I stunk it up super bad.
Unfortunately, the poops I had the rest of the day weren't so enjoyable. My IBS has been acting up pretty badly and I has a pretty bad ???? ache this afternoon and more diarrhea. I am so glad I had the foresight to wear an adult diaper when I took a nap because I woke up super desperate and couldn't make it to the bathroom in time. It was more of a big shart than a full blow accident but I still pooped in my diaper lol. Oh well, I'm used to it. That's what's having IBS is all about.
That's all for
Question for Kristi
Do u take laxatives or stool softeners if u can't poop? I take stool softeners so when I poop everything comes out smoothly lol & do u use porta potties? For me it depends on how bad I gotta go if I need to go really bad I'll use them.
now. Let me know what you think! See you soon!
Hisae (translator is Mina)
Dear Princess Opal
We like your story of dangerous fart! I don't like fart, because like you say, sometimes it is not fart (in Japanese we say "o-nara" which is beautiful sound word). I am scared. But my 3 crushes are not scared. They make beautiful music with their bottom. I also do, but I try to do when I am on loo, then it is safe.
Many posts which were on this site yesterday disappear today. Include our post to say Thank You to everybody. Computer is very difficult machine.
So once again we say THANK YOU to everybody for many many wonderful stories! (This sentence is from all four of us.) Off course we will be back soon.
Love to everyone.
Hisae and 3 crushesKristi
Emily and me
Hi all! Me again. I haven't posted in like a week. Just didn't have any real good stories to share. Steve and I have had some nice bathroom time together but nothing out of the ordinary.
But this afternoon my close friend Emily came over for us to spend some time together.
We hung out down in my basement, watching TV and just talking about life.
I went upstairs to make some lunch for us- grilled cheese and soup. I come back downstairs as it's heating up and we chat for a few more minutes before it's time to go finish in the kitchen. Emily says she needs to use the bathroom; we have a half bathroom in our basement.
I finish making lunch and go back downstairs. To my surprise, I look in the half bathroom to see Emily on the toilet with her pants at her knees.
She sees me and says, "I'm sorry. I didn't close the door 'cause I thought I just had to pee."
I giggled and told her it was quite all right. It was certainly not the first time I'd seen her pooping. I pulled a rolling chair up to the bathroom and we had a conversation while she was dropping some plops.
She finally lets out a big sigh of relief and starts to wipe herself. I asked her if she felt better and she says "Most definitely."
After wiping she stands up and I get a glimpse of the toilet. And I could see why she most definitely felt better.
We then sat down and had a nice lunch.
Now, some of you may remember Emily's story of her first marriage. She was married to this absolute loser who abused her mentally and physically. We (her friends) next really knew the extent of how bad things were for her until it was over.
One of the things he did to control her was to prevent her from using the bathroom. He'd physically prevent her from going into the bathroom at home. He wouldn't stop anywhere if they were driving. He'd keep toilet paper hidden. And when she'd inevitably have to go in her pants, he'd hurt her badly. There were times where he'd let her "earn" the "privilege" of using the bathroom by performing acts on him.
Fortunately she divorced this bum, and after a year of therapy, she opened up her heart again. She's now with a man who all her friends, myself included, think is a wonderful man. They're engaged and plan to marry in 2022.
So today she shared with me that she was able to poop at her fiance's house. She said it was "incredibly liberating".
We talked for several more hours. During that time, the grilled cheese, soup, and juice we'd had for lunch had made its way through my digestive tract, along with my breakfast (for whatever reason, I hadn't taken a morning dump.)
So now it was Emily who sat in the rolling chair next to the bathroom while I emptied my bladder and bowels (with the door open, of course... why not?)
Not anything remarkable about it, but it was a good, healthy poop and pee.
On a serious note: I'm so blessed to be in a great marriage. But I know a lot of people aren't so lucky.
If you're in an abusive relationship, chances are that your partner isn't going to change.
I'm not a relationship expert. I'm just telling you all to take care of yourselves. It was so sad to hear some of the nightmares that Emily had gone through.
Love,
Kristitrekkie
To the poster who asked a while back about clothes for wetting and messing: It's very interesting to see someone who is so casual about their accidents, that you just wear the best clothes to hide the wetness and keep the mess off the floor and go on with life because it's going to happen. Of course, you're not the only one here who has frequent accidents and it'll probably be interesting for you to talk to them! I hope someday poor Kaycha can be like that, emerging on the other side of her trauma from parental abuse and consider it to be like any other physical problem, as you seem to.
As for me, I simply wear dark clothing and briefs when I think I might be in uncertain potty territory. Funny, I used to talk about never having any good stories when I came here, but I was either never able to find work, or did but never had to worry about bathroom access. Between new work where I do have to worry (it involves much driving, meaning sometimes I'm in an unfamiliar place when the soda I drink to stay alert on long trips, especially as night falls, catches up with me), bathrooms I'm used to always being open sometimes being closed for Covid, and my gut issues being a bit worse lately, I've become more accustomed to the feeling of warm wetness in front or icky mush in back in the last few years than in my entire life prior! Yes, I will share some of those stories, but not tonight - I want to finish this and get to bed. I will say I enjoy the feeling of a good accident, and love *having* stories to share with a community that gave me so many.
Anyway, so far, your basic standard briefs have kept the worst messes from running down my legs, and wettings in dark pants - not even necessarily solid black - have gone unnoticed. If you're a woman (I got the feeling that you were, but I can't find the post!) you can simply wear dresses and skirts, right? The moment your bladder is empty it may as well never have happened! Well, if you're standing. If you're a guy... well, see what I do. Black and navy blue are your friends. I imagine a woman wants more colors in her wardrobe, though! Also, *because* I enjoy a good accident, what I wear to bed, as well as my sheets, are always lightly colored so they will darken and show just how wet I got them while I slept (do you wet the bed too?)
It'll be wonderful if someday all of us accident prone people can have fun with it or at least consider it just another medical issue.Nia
Reply to Tom W
Hi! Yes that's true but I only weed before and not also poo. Yes I know boys can stand and wee and also aim. That's much easier but I can't do that. I think the first time I weed outside was on a trip with my grandparents. It was difficult because I was not used to it and almost fell over when squatting down. So I was like on all fours instead. But now I don't fall over anymore and my sister can do it also. It is much harder with pants than with a skirt or dress though. And sometimes the wee doesn't go straight down but runs down my butt. That's embarassing but it also happened to my sister so maybe it's normal.
We are back home from our camping trip now and some camp sites had real bathrooms. But we also had another camp site where we had to go outside. It was ok because I could wee and poo behind some trees and nobody could see it. There were a lot of people and at first I thought I had to go where they can see. I think I went three times and my sister too but nobody saw it. And one time I took of my panties before I went so it would be easier and I wouldn't wee on them.
Bianca
Pee Dream
Once, I had a weird dream about pee. This dream involved a playground. Their was a swing that was really strange. When you sat in it, the swing would magically push you really high to the point you wanted to say "weee". That sounds the same as pee, so when kids said this, they would pee their pants. If you pooped them too, the swing would try to push you over the top. However, kids could avoid the pee swing by going into the elementary school just past the playground. Every time kids peed in the toilet, the swing lost more and more of it's power. The force to outrun the desire to go on the innocent looking pee swing weakened with each trip to the toilet. Poops were worth double, and could make you increase the desire for any hobby you liked! My hobby in this dream was pooping in a plastic toilet, and seeing how much I could do in one day. You could also be awarded using the bathroom at school for nearly a month which would destroy the evil swing completely. When it was defeated, the rubber seat melted, and the peeing pants stopped. As far as real life goes, I had watery poop today. It started when I did my second poop, and only continued for a short while.Kaycha
Response to Lisa: So my parents never humiliated me while they changed me. I think I was young enough that they didn't consider it a huge problem yet. By 8-9 I was changing myself and in 3rd grade is when the humiliation and punishments. I'm so sorry you're mom was so mean to you. That really sucks. I never wear a diaper except to bed. I've never NOT worn a diaper at night. (Sigh). During the day it's either a pullup or underwear. I hate admitting that I need a pull up as often as I do but each time I wet myself I realize that i need to quit being so stubborn about it. You ask if I like having accidents. No, I don't. But at the same time I'm used to it and it doesn't upset nearly as much as it did when I was always being yelled at and spanked when it happened. Like today after work, I had to wait for the toilet just a little too long. I tried to wait but I COMPLETELY wet my pullup. Wasn't happy about it but was thankful that now when it happens I can just clean up and go on with my life instead of worrying. That's the part I really like.
trekkie
To Kaycha - It's sad that your accidents still make you cry sometimes, knowing the abuse that's at fault. Don't be pressured into something that you are uncomfortable with. Be sure *he* knows that even if you have indulged his interest before, that bladder twinge was the first thing you felt before all of the things your parents did that you're still having nightmares about. However, your boyfriend's interest in it might turn out to be a plus - maaaaaaaybe it can come to mean "thing that the two of you have fun with" instead of "thing that happened just before the worst of the abuse" over the years and your accidents will bother you a lot less. Just... do what's right for you, and balance being open to new experiences with the need to not have your trauma aggravated.
Emma two
Constipation relief at work
I'd been holding it all day at work yesterday and when I got home I tried to go to the toilet but I could only pee so I gave up and took a laxative just to try and get my bowels moving. When I got up this morning I had a stomach ache so I went to the toilet and tried again but still no luck. I thought maybe it was dehydration so I had a pint of orange juice with my bran flakes and got ready for work. By the time I got to work I was desperate for a poo and I didn't want to do it at work but I didn't want to do it in my knickers either so I decided I was going to have to go in the toilets at work. I was glad to find no one was around and I took the farthest cubicle from the door and pulled my leggings and knickers down together and sat on a nice warm toilet seat and relaxed. I didn't push or anything, allowing nature to do the work and my poo was soft and mushy and it just slipped out easily. It was a lot. Much more than I expected and boy did it feel good. I peed a lot as well and when I finished I looked in the toilet before wiping my bottom and I saw my impressive load was taking up most of the water. I sat down and and wiped before flushing the toilet and I was pleased to see it all went down leaving no trace of the mess I'd created. I washed my hands and returned to my desk feeling a lot lighter and thankfully no one seemed to notice how long I was gone.
Sunday, August 29, 2021
James
Accident from the bathroom being in use (and replies)
Over the couple of years after the double-dare incident that I wrote about earlier, I had several more accidents (I've already described one of them here), but none that my friend found out about, although I told him about some of them later on. He had also had a few himself, which I didn't know about at the time, although I don't think he was ever as accident-prone as me. Later on we would each witness (knowingly or unknowingly) some of each other's poo incidents, but it was two particular events where we had this happen at the same time that made us promise to watch each other's backs if this happened again.
My little brother had also started school during that time, and as I've mentioned before, he had entirely the opposite problem to me - he was usually constipated, and would make things worse by holding his poo in for days, sometimes to the point that he leaked tiny bits of poo around the boulder in his bum ('constipation with overflow'). He would be given a laxative and told to sit on the toilet until he let it out, which sometimes took well over an hour - sometimes most of an afternoon if he was really battling to hold it in. He didn't have the kind of large, soft messes that I was prone to, but oddly his pants would seem smellier even with one or two little drops of leaked poo than mine would with a big soft load. My mum told me this was because his poo was getting stuck up there so long that the smell got stronger and stronger. My brother truly resented having to sit on the loo, and he would often be caught hiding in his room, or at the bottom of the garden, sitting with his heel on his bum to put off doing his poo. I think he really believed (in the way that probably seemed logical when he was five or six) that if he held it in until the urge passed it would go away and not come back. This set up some power struggles between him and my parents in the bathroom.
One Saturday, when we were nine, my friend came round to play at my house, as his parents both had to work that day. We'd already planned what we wanted to do - playing a war game in the back garden with sticks for guns in the morning, watching a movie on video after lunch, and then playing some computer games in my room until his parents came to collect him. This all went completely as expected. Just as we were settling into some computer games, my mum called upstairs to say that his mum had been on the phone to ask if he would like to sleep over. Naturally, we were both super-excited, as this was a huge treat. We had a fairly early tea, and then went back upstairs to continue playing on the computer.
After tea, I started to need a poo, but I hadn't mentioned it yet. My friend and I heard an argument downstairs with my brother, and he was marched up and sent into the bathroom. I didn't think anything much of it at the time, although my friend got a fit of the giggles about someone being ordered to sit on the loo, which my brother heard as he made an angry noise and scowled at us.
Fifteen minutes later, I was starting to think it was time to make a move for the bathroom myself, and I could see my friend was fidgeting to go. I wasn't sure if he was shy about asking, and thought he probably needed a wee, so I said something like "I think I might pop to the toilet, or do you want to get in there first? I need a poo so I might be a little while". He nodded gratefully and said "Thanks, I've been really busting for a poo ever since tea". We both stuck our head out of my bedroom door, but the bathroom light was on and my brother was in there, still sat on the loo with a sour face. I asked him if he could get off for a few minutes to let us go, given he wasn't doing anything on there anyway, and he gave me a dirty look and shook his head. My friend was holding his bum by now and pleaded to be allowed on the loo, but my brother just said "leave me alone" and pushed the door shut - we then heard the bolt sliding shut. This was a bit of a disaster! We only had one bathroom in that house - there was no downstairs loo (at least back then - my parents had one added with a house extension a few years later).
We went back to my room and decided to keep playing games to distract us from needing to go really badly. Not long after though, my friend put one hand on his stomach and whimpered slightly, then said "it's too late, some just came out! What should I do?". I offered to take a look back there, and pulled back the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms. There was a single poo, about three inches long, looking hard and nuggety at one end and smooth and sausage-like at the other. I remember thinking something like "uh-oh, that looks like a cork poo that's popped out", but I said "don't worry, it's just one small poo that's sat between your bum cheeks - just make sure you don't sit on it and you can drop it in the loo as soon as it's free". Seeing my friend losing that lump of poo in his pants was doing nothing to help my own situation - I'd already had to push my own nugget back in twice, and now I felt a surge of pressure and it popped all the way out. I told my friend "Oh no, it's happened to me too!" and I let him take a look - we were in the same situation. This was the only time I ever saw someone else's poo actually in their pants whilst they were wearing them, or someone other than my parents saw a poo in mine - once we were a bit older it would become far too embarrassing to let someone else see, even a best friend. I could still feel a desperate urge to poo, and I asked him if he needed to go too. "Yes, I don't think I can hold on much longer, it feels like another poo is trying to come out right now". I went and knocked on the bathroom door and got another "leave me alone" for my trouble. I called downstairs to my dad to say that my brother was on the toilet and I needed to go, but he called back to ask me to hold on a little while, because my brother needed to learn that he had to do his poos when he had the urge, not hold on.
I went back into my bedroom, where my friend was looking really anxious. He said "What can I do? I don't want to poo myself and I think it'll be a really bad mess if I do" - I reminded him of our dare from Year 2, and tried to reassure him that it wouldn't matter if he did, but he was clearly not believing me. He said "My mum will shout at me and ban me from going to people's houses if she finds out!" - well, this explained some of his fear. I was struggling to reassure him because my own situation was feeling just as bad - I was at the stage of barely being able to hold on, and I farted involuntarily. It was loud and very wet, but I just managed to hold onto the poo. My friend heard it and said "Did you just… you know?", and I shook my head, and let him see the back of my pants again - he said "Eww, you did, there's a little blob of mush there". I looked at his pants, and saw that he now had a small streak of mush in the back as well - I told him "You can't talk! Didn't you feel that coming out?". He shook his head and turned round to look for himself.
The next couple of minutes went ever so slowly. Neither of us was talking much as we were both too focused on holding on, and whatever we were saying probably wasn't making a lot of sense anyway. I think at least some of that time was spent with both of us staring blankly at the computer screen without either of us touching the keyboard. For me, the pressure came back and then got even stronger, and this time there was nothing I could do to stop a large wave of porridgey poo rushing out and into the seat of my pants. I think I gasped a little, and again my friend said "Did you..?" and this time I looked at him and nodded silently. I think it was my accident that was the final straw for my friend, and he leaned forward a little and grimaced, and there was a long, long sequence of bubbling farts as his own poo came out. The sound was unmistakeable and it seemed like it kept going forever. He said "Oh no, I've made such a mess - what are we going to do? I don't have any spare clothes!". By this age, I'd started to have an idea how to deal with accidents (not that I was always very good at it). I got him to swap his tracksuit bottoms for a similar pair of mine that were lying under my bed waiting to go in the wash, before his could get too smelly. As he swapped them over, I could see that his white pants had already stained through in a semicircle at the back. At that moment, my mum knocked on the door and called through that we needed to start getting ready for bed, and she asked me to lend my friend some pyjamas. We could also hear the sounds of my brother being extracted from the bathroom, with bad grace. The smell in my room was very obvious by now, so I was glad that my mum didn't come in.
I came up with a plan. We would take our pyjamas through to the bathroom to get ready for bed, and we could get ourselves cleaned up at the same time - hopefully no-one would need know what had happened. We darted across the hall and into the bathroom, and we each promised to keep our eyes closed whilst the other peeled off his pants and cleaned off using the shower attachment in the bath. We got our pyjamas on, and now there was the problem of two very similar-looking pairs of pants lying in the bath, each coated with a thick layer of soft poo. Again, I came up with a plan - he started to noisily brush his teeth whilst I slipped out of the bathroom and got the wastepaper bin from my room, which had a bin liner in it. I quickly dropped the pants into the bin, tied up the bag tightly, put the bin back and then did my own teeth.
The rest of the sleepover was unremarkable. We admitted to each other that we'd both had poo accidents since our dare, and he even (finally) conceded that soft poo didn't feel too bad in itself, but it still felt quite awkward to talk about all of this, and he really hated accidents because he got into so much trouble if he was found out. I lent him a pair of my pants in the morning that were close enough to his own that they would probably not be noticed when he got home, and he put back on his tracksuit bottoms, which had indeed escaped unscathed. I don't think he and my brother ever saw eye to eye after that though. The pants went into the bin outside as soon as I could sneak the bag out of the house, and both my pairs of tracksuit bottoms went into the wash without detection. With hindsight, I can't believe we didn't get discovered, but then I also can't believe my parents didn't realise how badly we'd needed to go and had prioritised teaching my brother a lesson instead of letting us get to the loo. I think the difference in their approach to his poo problems and my own was that I had a lot of accidents borne from very soft poo and urgency, whereas his constipation was due to his own choice to hold onto his poo and his refusal to eat any vegetables or fruit whatsoever (he was well into his teens before he finally expanded his diet), and therefore largely his own fault.
Someone asked whether being accident-prone has influenced what people wear - as soon as I was old enough to buy my own clothes, I started to favour dark-coloured Y-fronts and dark trousers - partly because I liked them, but there was definitely a conscious decision there to have the best chance of concealing an accident if needed. I've never worn boxer shorts, even as an adult, as they just seem like a disaster waiting to happen. I think I've only ever owned one pair of light-coloured trousers - which led to a very embarrassing incident when I wore them to an exam in my late teens, had quite a small soft poo accident, but got home to find that it had stained through in a way that must have been visible to anyone who saw me walking home. My parents bought me underpants in all sorts of colours when I was very young, but the white ones tended to gradually accumulate stains, and they tacitly switched to mainly getting me dark underwear when I was perhaps 10-11.
To David P and the other constipated posters - I think the best thing with fibre is to get as much soluble fibre as possible (insoluble fibre also helps but eating too much without drinking enough water can cause a stomach ache) - so plenty of porridge oats, beans and apples - and have lots to drink with it and at other times of day so that it works properly. Eating a lot of fibre without drinking enough can sometimes make things worse. This is why a large fruit smoothie has always had a fairly dramatic effect on me - by using a fruit bowl's worth of high-fibre fruit and mixing it with plenty of liquid to thin it out, I can get a whole day's worth of fibre in one go.
Marie
To Cammie
Using your computer chair as a toilet must have been very convenient during Covid online class hehe?
-MariePooperlady
Just had a really good poop
I was drinking water and metamucil. I already really had to pee, and I soon felt an urgent need to poop as well.
I went into the bathroom. I was a bit surprised that it was hard to push out my poop. As I was trying, I peed a lot. I managed to get one big turd out. I knew it would take a while, so I decided to go get my phone. I flushed what I had done so far, washed my hands, and returned with my phone.
I sat down on the toilet again. I pushed just a little bit, waiting for my shit to come out as I browsed on my phone. Soon, my crap was coming out a bit at a time. I pissed some more as it was coming out. The poop was huge and bulky. A whole lot of it came out. When I felt that my bowels were empty, I pissed some more, then put my phone away, wiped, flushed, and washed my hands.
I felt so much better after taking such a good crap!
Lisa
To Kaycha
Thanks for the response
Did your parents humiliate you as they changed you? My mom used to be so mean as she changed me up until I was 15. Do you ever wear diapers in public? Or just pull ups? Do you think you like having accidents? Thanks
Sadie
Peeping Tom
This story takes place 2 years ago, I was around 15. I was in that awkward stage of being a "simp" for some particular boys, anyway. At the time I was constipated so I decided to buy some laxatives to help me use the toilet, what I didn't know was that the next we had a surprise field trip. After I took the laxatives I went to my room and started squatting to help with the pooping, after 2 hours I finally had the urge and rushed to the toilet. My mom was using the toilet so I decided to hold it in and look into my phone. After 7 agonizing minutes my mom finally finished and I ran faster than the speed of light. I sat down and had a few poops. Surfing threw my phone I found out that we were having a field trip to Egypt. I started to panic because I didn't want to poop in Egypt, even more worse with my class. I texted my telling her that I had a field trip tommorow and you guessed it she said yes. I was hoping for a no because i did not want to have diarrhea in this trip but with my luck I have to go to the field trip. I decided to just push all the poop ut and hope that I won't have to poop while in the trip. After a long poop I got out and was greeted to my mom packing bags and making food at the same time. "Uh, mom what are you doing?" I asked "Oh nothing dear, just a good meal and your bags." She replied "I present to you, my famous dinner tacos" Oh no I thought, these always made me really gassy but they're so darn good." No thanks mom, I think I'm good" I said "But you need a good meal for the field trip." She replied "Oh alright" I said. Bad decision. The next day I got all my stuff ready and packed an extra pair of toilet paper just in case I'll need to go. When we arrived at the airport I found out that only about 12 of us were there including a boy I used to like, Darren???? . I took a good look at him and decided it was time to make a move, maybe later I thought. An hour past I soon realize I forgot to poop at home and was panicking a bit, those laxatives were still in my system and we're trying to get out. I slowly made my way to eh bathroom and brought my phone with me. I tried to do my business silently but it didn't work really well. When I got out of the bathroom I got some weird looks from people. We arrive at our hotel and I meet my roommate, Gina Quesro, we've never really been friends but talked from tiem to time, she's really shy and doesn't socialize much, for all I know I was one of the people she actually talk to. My other roommate was Crysta ????l , probably my smartest friend ever. Anyway, we get to the room and I change into some clothes that were more comfortable than a short skirt, my 15 year old brain thought short shorts were a more comfortable than those. I made my move after I settled down and took a shower. I went to the lobby and acted casually and waited for Darren to come out, after a couple of minutes I saw him. "So, uh oh hi, Darren" I said "Hi Sadie! How ya doing?" He replied. "Oh me? Not sure, I'd feel better if you would hang out with me." I said. Damn, that was a smooth move I said. "Me? Really? Girls don't really ask me out on dates." He replied. "I know right that's really goo- I mean we're not going on a date or anythi-" "Sure" He interrupted with a smile. "So where do you want to hangout?" He asked." I don't know, I'm a little indecisive" " Hmm, how about the shops over there" He said. We walked to there and decided to go to a mini restaurant. We had a chat there for a good 20 minutes and ate our food. "Wow, I didn't know you were a horseback rider" He said "And u didn't know you were such a good poet"I added. We wandered off to the shops and suddenly my ???? decided it was time to drop a bomb. My stomach rumbles and he looks at me. "Everything okay?" He asks. " Oh yeah, couldn't be bett-" I say while farting. "You know we can go back to the hotel and you can go to the bathroom there" He says. "No time!" I say. I quickly run towards the nearest restroom. He follows behind me. I am then greeted by a line to the 5 stalls. My anus is trying to hold on. "I found another bathroom!" Darren exclaims. I head towards him slowly walking, one sudden move and all my crap can fall down. We finally head to the restroom and I head into a stall. I barely make it, I drop my shorts and sit in on the toilet. After 5 minutes of pooping, a little boy, I'd say 3, crawls through the little gap under the stalls." Ahhh!!" I scream. He sits down and looks at me take a dump. His mother tried to get him from the crack. He starts to laughing, and I start to blush. "Uhm, Hy little kid, can you get out?" I say in a tiny voice. The kid then unlocks the door and everyone sees me taking a crap. His mother then carries him out and I see Darren look out from the exit of the restroom. I lock the door as quickly as I can and bang my head to my hands. " He, he just saw me poop" I tell myself. After about 15 minutes of relieving my stomach, I clean myself up and get out of the stall while other women look at me. I wash my hands and start to get out of the restroom. Suprisingly, I saw Darren waiting for me outside." Hey! That kid was a total jerk wasn't he?" He said. "He is just a kid." I reply. "Wait, why are you still here? Didn't you just see me poop my guts out? Aren't you going to tell everyone that I took a dump at Egypt?" I say. " Nah, I'm not like other guys, besides, I don't really mind." He says while smiling. I give him a kiss in the cheek and hold his hand. " You did wash your hands, didn't you?" He says. "Oh you jerk. I say jokingly. We walk back to the hotel and we head to our own rooms, but before that he gave me his number and we hugged. After I get to my room I see Gina and Crystal looking at me." You have a boyfriend don't you?" Crystal says. "What? Why do you say that?" I ask. " We saw you hug Darren???? " Gina says. " Oh, well, I guess you guys already knew." I say. "Wow, Sadie has a boyfriend" Crystal says. " Oh yes, love is strange"
-Sadie????Hollyrae
Human privacy
So me and my friends are back in school. Over the summer most of the bathrooms at my school that I've used most of the time Have been changed. There's more sinks. There's a couple of soap machines for each. Hand-driers have been replaced with towel rolls. Almost all of the toilet stalls have had their doors removed. Last year I remember writing about the large spaces between the doors and the stall panels and how the eyes of the those impatient students waiting creep me out. Now you are sitting several times a day pretty much exposed. So the other morning after our school bus arrived, me and my friend Roxie decided to buddy up. She had to poo bad and a couple of times during the ride the driver did a narrow turn and when the back wheels of the bus climbed and fell off the curb, Roxie put her hands between her legs afraid that her poo had been popped into her underwear. It wasn't, but she was sweating it bad.
So we got into the entrance and made our run for the bathroom that was the closest to our 1st hour. There was like 5 minutes until school began. Only one toilet of the long line didn't have someone sitting on it. The seat was up. I reached in and dropped it. Roxie was in a panic again. This time she had both her thumbs working on unbuttoning her jeans. She's a little overweight for that size. Finally I told her to put her hands up and I was easily able to unbutton her. She bounced down on the seat so hard she might have hurt herself. There were 3 blasts of gas and within a few seconds, she totally pooed. While I shielded her privacy, Roxie stood and did about a 20% wipe. I thought to myself that there was no way she fully cleaned herself. Her crap, though, didn't seem that soft so maybe she lucked out. So we traded places. My pee started immediately when I took the warmed seat. Roxie, who still had her clothing down, reached over for the tp and did another quick wipe while facing me. Then she told me to spread my legs (I always keep them together in public bathrooms) and she threw the tp between my legs into the toilet. I stood, didn't wipe, and she and I ran for class. We were about 10 seconds late but our teacher was understanding since it was the first week. After lunch, me and Roxie went to the bathroom because we both had to pee bad. Afterwards, she allowed me to see her underwear. She had a blotch in it, as I pretty much had predicted.
Opal
A late-night accident
Hey, writing this on the pot! I just had a poop, so I thought it was the perfect time to write. What's weird is the first three and last turds were small yet made noticeable plops, but in between I had an about eight- or nine-inch log that was really soft and dropped in without making a sound! *laughs* I think all the yogurt and granola I've been eating for breakfast has been affecting my turds! For me, pooping is just a really nice feeling that makes me smile, unless it hurts. (By the way, I'm off the toilet now. So don't worry about me. :) )
About two weeks ago, I felt like I'd been having trouble pooping, so I grabbed the prunes. I've read that ideally, you should poop at least once a day. (Sometimes, if I get up early, I poop in the morning and again at night!) So if I haven't pooped all day, I try to poop at night. Anyway, this was really late at night. A few minutes after eating prunes, the poop urge was unbelievable. I also did some amazing farts. I sat down on my bed to make sure there weren't any books under my pillow or anything because I'm not very organized. Too late. I realized I'd just sat down in a big, steaming log.
I went in the bathroom, sat on the pot, and leaned forward, because I like that position. Another log pushed itself out when I let go. My ???? thanked me! After cleaning the undies in the sink, I went straight to bed, no time for a new pair. I went to sleep feeling super happy and relaxed.
How many of you here have learned the hard way to never trust farts? When I was younger, I learned the hard way several times, yet I kept forgetting and my mom had to remind me, sometimes too late. I've found that silent farts often just come out around the day, but if they're warm and if there's any vibrating (sound), the poop's coming, hopefully as a plop in the toilet and not a squish in my pants.
Speaking of farts, my nine-year-old sister, the youngest child and a real sweetheart, has been rather shameless about pooping and farting. As a preschooler, she always used to talk about how it looked and which meal she speculated was coming out. Just the other night, she was laying on the piano bench on her ????, kicking her legs, and farting loudly. She had a really cute look on her face, too. I think she likes pressure on her ???? because she's had painful gas since she was a baby. For her, burping and farting is too much of a relief to be shameful!
If my stories are boring, I'll have to find another forum to post on. But if you like my stories, feel free to reply!
Love,
Princess OpalEmily E
Car
Hi,
I too have a car peeing story. When I was younger, I had a friend who did that and she invited me to do it with her. Her name was Lauren. We had talked about it for a while because she had told me that it was something she did and found interesting. And so finally she said she would talk to her mom about letting me do it too. Of course I figured there would be no way that would ever happen, but then to my surprise Lauren came up to me and told me her mom gave her the green light. I couldn't believe it but that's what she said. And it was true. That weekend we both went to her house. Her mom was nice, I remember she said "have fun" and smiled. And so Lauren and I both peed in the car. We peed in the back seat. I was behind the drivers seat and Lauren was behind the passengers seat. I actually liked peeing there like that. She started going first and she showed me what it was like. Then I immediately started peeing too. I liked it. I didn't realize how it would spread before it soaked into the seat. It made a pretty big puddle in the seat. But I liked sitting in it. We both peed a lot. Lauren also farted as she peed and she told me to go ahead and do it too. When I did it felt really funny. But I liked it. It was really fun.Michael W.
Another Constipated Story
Hi Everyone.
I am back to share another story. Right now I am using my laptop while I'm taking a shit. So here is the next story I'd like to share. This one takes place back in January of 2010. I was 22 years old and I was going to Night School at the time.
It was Friday. I had just got off work at 4pm. I prefer not to say where I was working at but it was at a restaurant down town over by the mall. I had finished working an 8 hour shift. After clocking out I felt the urge to pee and poo. So before I decided to grab my winter coat I headed to the Men's room. I took the Handicapped stall and closed the door and took off my hat and my shoes. (Yes, my shoes. Bcz they were killing my feet). Anyways, I sat down on the toilet and let my pee go and think about waterfalls and then I can feel the poop ready to come out.
At first I relaxed. I gave it a little push and then I farted and it was loud. It was like Pfffffrrrrrrrtttttt!!! I sighed in relief and then I pushed again and still nothing. So then I pushed harder. I started to go "UHHHHHH!!!!" And then I heard someone walk in. It broke my concentration. I quietly sat there and waited for this dude to leave. And then I pushed again and then someone else came in. And then I was like 'Screw this! I'm going to push anyway but try not to be loud about it.' So I pushed and grunted while this next dude took the stall right next to me. He was taking a shit also but he did not take as long as I did. I pushed again and and again and then I grunted. I could feel my poop coming out just a little bit but I had to keep pushing. One piece came out of my butt after a while. It was a little poop ball the size of a pea. Just then the dude in the stall next me asked me for some toilet paper. I tore some off of my roll and gave it to him. He thanked me, he wiped, he stood, flushed. left his stall, washed his hands, and left the Men's room. I was all alone again. And then I pushed HARDER and I went "MMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! HUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I could feel the next piece coming out. And it hurt my butt pushing this out. It felt like 'Barbwire' was coming out of my ass. I continued to push as more guys and boys came into the bathroom to do their business while I squeezed my brains out in the stall. The second one finally came out and I checked the toilet and I looked at my turd it was the size of a banana. Usually when I push bananas out of my butt it does not hurt that bad. I could tell that my poop was pretty hard. I was not done yet I felt more ready to come out. I pushed again and farted and let more painful turds come out of my butt. One or two people who came into the Men's room to use it asked me if I was Ok. I didn't answer. And I think my boss came in to check and see if I was still in my stall. After I farted a few times and squeezed out four more turds. I was about to give up but then I had to push another turd out of me. This one hurt even more. I pushed, and strained, and groaned, and grunted. It hurt so bad that I cried pushing this turd out of butt. I whispered and prayed "Dear God, Please let this poop come out of me. Its not fun pushing it out. It hurts. Please Lord, hear my prayer, Thank you." I went back to pushing and straining and when it finally came out I looked in the toilet and saw it was slightly longer and a half an inch more in diameter. It was a really exhausting pooping session. I wished that someone was in there with me coaching me and helping me through it. Holding my hand and encouraging me by saying "Keep pushing, Michael! You can do it!" Anways after I pushed out two more chunks and farted a few more times I was done. I wiped my ass and it turned out that my poop was not hard but it was messy and smelly. I had to wipe my butt with toilet more than ten times. And I did see some blood on the toilet paper as well as in the bowl. I did do a courtesy flush and wiped some more and when I was finally done I stood up and pulled up my pants and boxers, put my shoes, and hat back on, left my stall, washed my hands and left the Men's room. I was glad my pooping session was over. I checked the time in the bar and realized I had been in the Men's room for 1 hour and 25 minutes. I grabbed my winter coat and then my co-worker Jessica bumped into me. She was like "Mikey! I didn't know you were still here." And I said "Yep I am. I stayed to get something to eat." I lied. I told her that I would see her tomorrow. I went home and on my way there I felt the urge to poop some more. I came home, took off my shoes at the door, changed my clothes, and headed to the bathroom. When I was in there I took off my pajama pants and boxers for this next pooping session but I left my T-shirt on and my socks too. I pushed three more small turds and farted several times. I was in the bathroom for a half an hour that time. When I was done my butthole was VERY SORE. I went to my room and laid on my bed, watched TV, and rested my eyes. It was a hard day.
And that was my story. I hope you enjoyed it and I will another one later. Until then Happy Pooping Everyone.
Audrey
Marie: I was reading old posts, what was it like going in your friend Hannah's sink?
Audrey
Kristi: that really was THE story!
Nia: keep up going outside! I'm happy you enjoy it.
SURVEY TIME!!!:
1. Were you ever as a child given permission by anyone to go in your pants? Yes
2. Have you ever as a child went in your pants on purpose as part of a game? (Truth or Dare, Hold it Contest, Playing as the baby or small child while playing house house, etc.) Yes, but usually I was doing the daring.
3. Have you ever as a child went in their pants on accident because you didn't want to stop doing whatever you were doing?
No.
4. Have you ever as a child went in your pants either on accident or on purpose while you were sick? Yes!
5. Have you ever as a child went in your pants either on accident or on purpose while in the hospital?Yes! This is how I got them to let me use the urinal, bedpan, and on some occasions diapers.
6. Have you ever as a child went in your pants out of fear?
No.
7. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you were locked in a room with no bathroom or locked out of the bathroom?
I don't think.
8. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while traveling in a car?
Yes, just pee while the car is moving, more recently I had myself a poo in a bag as well. When I was little, we would stop and use a potty.
9. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while traveling on an airplane?
No.
10. Have you ever as a child went in your pants rather than use a public toilet?
Yes.
11. Have you ever as a child pooped in your bathing suit either by accident or on purpose?
Yes.
12. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you were physically unable? (Broken leg, physical handicap, etc.)
Yeah, see hospital thing. At home I got a basin with a plastic bag to line it.
13. Have you ever as a child gone in your pants because you were unable to get undessed quickly enough?
Probably.
14. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you weren't allowed to go?
Yes.
15. Have you ever as a child went in your pants in defiance? (Just to be a pain in the butt.)
Yes, when being spanked.
16. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because there were no toilets available or because the toilet was broken?
Yes
17. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while at the movie theater rather than miss the movie?
No, but I have peed in a cup.
18. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you were too tired/lazy to get out of bed?
No.
19. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while on stage performing or any other time while a large crowd was focused on you?
No.
20. Have you ever as a child went in your pants in front of your friends during a sleepover or party?
Yes, during the dares.
21. Did anyone go in their pants while reading this list because it took them so long to get through all the questions that they couldn't hold it any longer? ;-)
No, of course not. I went because I wanted to ;)
Marie, as I said before, the camping potty is like a box with a small toilet bowl on top of it. It doesn't really fit my medium thickness booty, though. When you potty in your computer chair, do you just pee? If you poo, does the shit spread out over your booty or do you have to hover? That sounds difficult if it was a health firm shit, but easy if it was diarrhea. Again, I don't have my own car, so I haven't had a car potting opportunity. Where'd you find the story about the bed pocket? How did peeing down your skirt while outside go when you tried that a while ago?
Cammie: excited to hear your elaboration, I think you said you liked my posts, what exactly do you like about them?
Tricky, the story is on 2833, please let me know what you think!
Kristi
Responding to Robyn and Victoria
That was an AMAZING story.
I let Steve read it. He says he only has eyes for me, and I believe him, but he was extremely excited by your story and quickly rushed me into the bathroom! Unfortunately I don't know that there's much in me right now, but I might surprise myself. By the way, he said he wishes Victoria had given a play-by-play the way Robyn did.
So, you used the bidet before you pooped? And wiped after? I thought it was after! Steve and I are considering getting one put in to our bathroom.
I think I told you about the one time in Europe when I TRIED to use one after a dump, but I couldn't get the water to hit the right spot.
"Feel better, baby?" is a line Steve uses on me a lot.
Sounds like you had a really, really nice poop. We're happy for you.
And Steve wants to know if you two ever wipe each other. (He wipes me from time to time.)Krosti
Depressed pooping
Hi. Kristi here.
I haven't posted in several days.
I struggle with depression. And I've had a bad bout of it for about 5 days now. I have a ton of responses that I want to make. I'm sorry; I'm not trying to ignore anyone. I've just been sad.
I'm not trying to throw a pity party but I've just been really down lately. I haven't let Steve watch me shit for the last 3 days. And we haven't made love in 4 days. And it's not his fault. I've just been really feeling low on confidence. But that's not fair to him. I try to be a good wife and make him happy. He's so good to me all the time.
Soooo I'm on the toilet right now. I want to take a nice good crap. It might make me feel a little better. Poop therapy. Going to take a bath after.
Taylor: LOVE your stories about Jennifer and Hannah. You're so very descriptive. I feel like I'm in there with you two. I'm so happy you and Jennifer have each other. If you don't mind me asking, do the two of you get excited watching the other go?
You made mention of it, but the sound of hearing someone else pooping can help others to be less shy.
There have been several times in public bathrooms where I know the person next to me has to crap but it's not happening for her. I try to go ahead and poop; many times, the person next to me has started going after I did.
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Well, I just dropped a nice big crap. Light brown log maybe a foot long. I can feel more in me but I'm going to hold it in and perform for Steve tonight. He deserves it.
Not going to take a bath after all. When I get to feeling depressed, I don't like to see my body naked. So I'm just going to wipe.
Which reminds me:
Jenny, I did indeed have two bridesmaids hold up my dress for my pre-wedding crap. I remember taking a dump that morning in the hopes that I wouldn't have to at the wedding, but I think I had some stomach butterflies. Plus one of my bridesmaids took what sounded like a big crap as we were getting ready, so of course that made me feel the need as well.
I had pulled my (black) panties completely off. My bridesmaids each held up a side of the dress. One of them was my friend Amber who I've pooped in front of countless times (we lived together after college; she's pooped in front of me many times as well.) The other girl helping me was Stacy. She wasn't quite as comfortable as Amber was, but she gave me the help I needed. And yeah... Amber wiped me. I told her I could probably do it myself, but she insisted. I'm wearing my wedding dress and I'm standing up, so I had no idea how dirty I was and I had to trust her to do a good job.
I'm all done in the bathroom for now. I'm not going to flush. I'm just going to leave my stinky crap here.
Love,
Sad Kristi
Tyler C
Taking Emma and Brook's Survey
I decided to so the survey that lur-king reposted. Some of these yeses refer to stories I've already told, some don't. I may get around to telling those later.
1. Were you ever as a child given permission by anyone to go in your pants?
Yes, mostly when I was really little, but a couple times a later in my childhood.
2. Have you ever as a child went in your pants on purpose as part of a game? (Truth or Dare, Hold it Contest, Playing as the baby or small child while playing house house, etc.)
Not as part of the game itself, but I did go in my pants once during a game of hide and seek when I was about 8. I didn't want to lose. I'm competitive like that.
3. Have you ever as a child went in their pants on accident because you didn't want to stop doing whatever you were doing?
Yes, on a few occasions. Sometimes, having clean underwear just isn't a priority.
4. Have you ever as a child went in your pants either on accident or on purpose while you were sick?
I do remember stomach bugs from time to time and accidentally browning my undies a little, but I always got to the toilet before I totally filled my pants.
5. Have you ever as a child went in your pants either on accident or on purpose while in the hospital?
No, I was never hospitalized for a prolonged period of time as a kid.
6. Have you ever as a child went in your pants out of fear?
No
7. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you were locked in a room with no bathroom or locked out of the bathroom?
Yes
8. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while traveling in a car?
Absolutely
9. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while traveling on an airplane?
No, I never rode on an airplane until my teens.
10. Have you ever as a child went in your pants rather than use a public toilet?
Definitely! Public toilets suck, and there were times where my pants proved to be a much better option. Sometimes the choice was just obvious. Given the choice between relieving myself in a disgusting clogged toilet with a dirty seat, barely any toilet paper, and a door that doesn't properly close or a very comfy, snug pair of tighty-whities, I'll choose my pants thank you very much!
11. Have you ever as a child pooped in your bathing suit either by accident or on purpose?
No, not until well after my childhood. Bathing suit are mainly for peeing as far as I'm concerned.
12. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you were physically unable? (Broken leg, physical handicap, etc.)
I've never been seriously injured or disabled.
13. Have you ever as a child gone in your pants because you were unable to get undressed quickly enough?
Yes... Damn zippers!
14. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you weren't allowed to go?
A couple times
15. Have you ever as a child went in your pants in defiance? (Just to be a pain in the butt.)
No, I never was audacious enough for that.
16. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because there were no toilets available or because the toilet was broken?
Yes. When you don't have access to a toilet, you have to get a little creative with how you do your business. Sometimes, a tree has to be your toilet. Sometimes, a bottle has to be your toilet. For me, sometimes, my pants had to be my toilet. It's a pretty nifty solution if you ask me.
17. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while at the movie theater rather than miss the movie?
No, a couple of close calls though. I also would let little squirts go from time to time to relieve the pressure, resulting in maybe a tiny dot on my pants, but nothing more.
18. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you were too tired/lazy to get out of bed?
No. As I've said in question 3, I did wet myself out of laziness. It was just a case of hiding my pants and undies and slipping them in the washing machine while my Mom was running a load, but I'd never be able to pull that off with my bed sheets. My parents would immediately know something was up if I just randomly started washing my bed sheets.
19. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while on stage performing or any other time while a large crowd was focused on you?
A little bit. I played clarinet from 5th grade through to high school. I let a tiny bit of poop escape once during a 7th grade band recital. I had a short solo and I was afraid of screwing it up which gave me a nervous stomach. It slipped out between songs. I stopped it before I had to play, but that meant I did have to play the solo with a little something extra in my pants. When the concert was over I ran to the bathroom to finish up. I think it smelled a little, but not horribly. No one said anything, so I guess I got away with it.
20. Have you ever as a child went in your pants in front of your friends during a sleepover or party?
Yes, a few of us did at a friend's birthday once. I'll tell that story one day.
21. Did anyone go in their pants while reading this list because it took them so long to get through all the questions that they couldn't hold it any longer? ;-)
Yep! Totally drenched!