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**Adrian6970** · October 26, 2012, 11:01 PM

Very good. There's some good stuff at The Toilet, although I admit to posting there a lot less often than I used to.

**AccidentalTourist** · October 26, 2012, 11:24 PM

Lindsey

I love that site. Here's one of my favorites (from someone named "Mandy"):

I have this friend Lindsey that has a pretty strange habit. The first clear memory I have of her "habit" came a couple years ago when we were 11 and I hadn't known her very long so I didn't know about any earlier events. However a couple days earlier I had heard about her 9 year old sister, Alyssa, having an accident. I thought "Wow she's kind of old to have an accident," but I didn't think much of it because I didn't really know her sister or know the details. Anyway it was Saturday afternoon and we were at her house just doing random things, I noticed Lindsey was squirming all day like she had to go to the bathroom and it continued to get worse. We were just hanging out in her basement and a couple times she'd stand there with her legs tight together and I could tell by looking at her that she was holding her poop. I wondered if she was a little shy about her bathroom habits and didn't want to go while I was here. After supper we were playing with a soccer ball in a park just across her back alley, just kind of passing it back and forth between me, Lindsey and her sister Alyssa. I started to wonder if Lindsey really was shy about the bathroom because she obviously had to go bad but wasn't doing a very good job of hiding it. Now in addition to grabbing her butt she would grab her crotch and squeeze her legs together. Then we noticed Lindsey's mom leaving the house and driving away, "Oh no she locked the door," Lindsey said. "I have to go to the bathroom really bad." That dispelled the bathroom shyness theory. She seemed to shrug it off and we went on playing soccer for a while as she squirmed more noticeably now. Then she went back into her holding position with her legs tight together and even crossing them a bit. She'd grab her butt before uncrossing her legs, kick the ball back to one of us, then go back to holding. A few minutes later it happened again and she stood cross legged biting her lip to hold it in. It looked like it was quickly getting worse as she obviously wasn't worried about other people seeing her desperate. I was confused though, if she wasn't shy about going to the bathroom then why did she hold it when she had plenty of chances to go. Suddenly she grabbed her stomach as if she got a sharp cramp and started hobbling toward her house. She busted through the gate and tried to open the door but it looked like it was locked. After trying the door a couple times she gave up on that and looked like she was holding as hard as she could. She looked extremely desperate for a couple minutes then it looked like the cramp subsided as she slowly started hobbling back toward us. She returned to her soccer position and tried to continue playing but she looked like she was really squirming now and looked to be in a fair amount of pain from holding her poop. She managed to kick the ball a couple times when she winced and grabbed her stomach again as another cramp hit her. She stood there for a second bent over then finally she said, "Okay don't pass to me, bathroom break." I wondered what she was planning to do since the door was locked and she couldn't get to the toilet. Then to my surprise she grabbed her butt and carefully walked over to a big tree she was standing under, spread her legs a bit, and squatted down. I thought she must've been joking but I saw her face start to go red and she looked like she was pushing. Sure enough my mouth dropped open as I watched a small lump poke out the seat of her jeans which were pretty tight especially now that she was squatting. I saw her give another push and the lump quickly began to grow. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, her house was about 100 feet away but she just squatted down and took a huge dump in her pants like it was no big deal. The movement was really settling in the seat of her panties, it spread out over her butt and stuck way out the back. My jaw dropped even further as I watched how huge the bulge was getting. It kept coming and coming until finally it looked like she was done. As she stopped heaving she let out a sigh of relieve which was evident in the look on her face. She reached back and felt the gigantic bulge on her butt then slowly stood up. She took a couple careful steps forward then stopped again, she hesitated for a second then spread her legs a bit and bent her knees slightly. My jaw dropped yet again as I watched her push even more poop into her panties. I could even hear it crackle a bit this time as she forced the movement out. Finally she let out another sigh and almost looked like she was short of breath. She stood for a second and reached back to feel the bulge again. Then she slowly started waddling back to her soccer position while it looked like she was adjusting the bulge on her butt. Then stood, unphased, ready to play soccer again. I realized I'd been standing there staring at her the whole time. Her sister was looking at her then looked back at me as if wondering what the problem was. Alyssa then kicked her the ball and she kicked it to me as if all was normal. She was moving a little awkwardly to accomodate the huge mountain of poop in her underwear but overall she seemed more comfortable with the load in her panties than in her stomach, in fact it looked like she felt much better after unloading that mountain of crap into her jeans. I guess it was understandable since the load was so huge but I didn't think the part about it being in her pants would feel too good. It didn't seem to bother her though. I was too afraid to say anything so I continued playing along in a state of semi-shock. We went on for a few minutes and I couldn't stop thinking about what Lindsey had just done. My eyes were drawn to the bulge whenever she turned around or made it visible. It must have been a really solid movement because it didn't stain through her jeans and it looked like it was securely contained in her panties even a couple times as she broke into an awkward run to get the ball as it rolled by her.

Even now that she'd pooped her pants, I noticed Lindsey was still squirming a bit as she waited for the ball to come to her and I remembered earlier it looked like she had to pee too. She would grab at her crotch every few seconds and squirm around, getting more an more noticeable every minute. After about 20 minutes Alyssa suggested we go onto the playground equipment to play around. I guess we had to wait out here for Lindsey's mom and it was some pretty fancy equipment so we decided to go. I was walking behind both of them still unable to look away from the humungous bulge in Lindsey's jeans, she was still walking a little awkwardly as the poop swayed behind her. I also noticed that her poop didn't smell at all, I was right behind her and I didn't notice it even a bit. Then I heard Lindsey say to her sister, "I wish I would have brought my key with me, I still have to pee really bad." Then Alyssa mentioned that Lindsey had pooped a lot in her pants and Lindsey said, "I didn't go for 5 days, and I think I ate way too much of that lasagne last night." I wanted to jump into the conversation but I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to offend her or anything and I'd never seen anyone have an accident before, and I thought it was pretty strange that she was so casual about it. I knew if I had one I'd probably be humiliated beyond belief. We continued onto the equipment and started running around playing random games. Lindsey was still running awkwardly as her squirming was again becoming noticeable. She'd stop every couple of minutes to squirm, then continue playing. Since we had to wait for her mom we would probably be there for a while and I wondered if she would pee her pants too if her mom took too long. After a few minutes of playing I was underneath her as she climbed a ladder. I looked up and noticed a tiny wet spot about the size of a quarter on her crotch. Sometimes when she stopped to squirm, despite her struggling, she would sometimes take off running before it looked like she really had a hold on her pee and I thought that she'd probably let out a couple squirts as she ran around. I didn't think she had a weak bladder since she'd been holding it all day, I think she just didn't care much if a few spurts got out since pooping her pants obviously didn't bother her too much. Soon I noticed the patch getting a little bigger. As time went on it gradually started increasing in size as she stopped more and more often to squirm. Finally she stopped running around as it looked like it was getting to be too much for her while trying to hold her pee. She was up on the high equipment as she carefully walked around with her hand jammed between her legs. I ran by her and asked if she was alright. She just nodded and looked back at her house, "I don't know where my mom is, what's taking her so long?" She slowly made her way across the bridge to the next platform. Right as she stepped off the bridge she stopped and grabbed the railing. Her knees were buckled together and she was slowly squatting down with her hand still shoved between her legs. Alyssa stopped running around and went up to check on her sister. I followed her as we both stood over Lindsey who looked like she couldn't hold it another second. Alyssa was talking to her about something random while Lindsey tried to respond normally. Then she looked back at her house again checking if her mom was home yet. Not having any luck Lindsey turned her head back to us and said, "I give up," as I saw her whole tensed up body relax. No more than a second later I could hear a trickling sound coming from her lap and as she took her hand out from between her legs I saw a glistening wet patch rapidly growing on her crotch. The pee quickly flowed through her jeans onto the floor where it mad a large pool and began draining through the cracks in the wood. Again I stared in shock and amazement while she had another accident. I couldn't believe it, she couldn't get into her house so she just held it until she wet her pants. She kept peeing and peeing, her jeans getting more and more drenched all the time. She had so much in her I had to wonder where she stored it all. After peeing and pooping so much she must've lost about 20 pounds! But she was very petit so I couldn't help but wonder where it all came from. Finally the torrent of pee flowing from between her legs began to slow and as she let out the last few squirts she finished peeing her pants. When she was done she looked down at her crotch, opening her legs a bit to assess the damage. Every time she moved her legs I could hear a bit of a 'squish' sound as her jeans were still drenched with pee. After inspecting her wet pants she just kind of shrugged it off and stood back up. Again after having a huge accident she went back to acting completely natural as if nothing was wrong. While she got up and ran off, I was still staring at the pool of pee on the platform that was still draining through the cracks in the wood to a large puddle in the sand below. Finally I pulled my eyes away from the scene of her accident and we went on playing on the equipment. After about 20 minutes we saw her mom come back home and we decided we should go back. I wondered what the reaction from her mom would be, though by the way Lindsey was acting it sure didn't seem like this was the first time this had happened. We walked up to the back door of her house and met up with her mom just as she walked around back to go inside. She started to say hi but before she could even get that out she noticed Lindsey's wet jeans. She didn't seem mad or all that surprised, she just had a little bit of a dissappointed sound to her voice. "Hey...oh Lindsey, what happened?" Lindsey still didn't seem too embarrassed at being seen like that. "The door was locked and I couldn't hold it," she explained. Her mom came closer and said quietly: "I thought you were going to try harder to stop having accidents. You should've gone before you went out." "I didn't really have to," she lied. I knew she'd had to go all day and had plenty of chances to use the toilet. Her mom unlocked the door and held it open for us. She must've noticed Lindsey walking strangely as she approached the door because after giving her a funny look she asked: "Did you poop your pants too?" Lindsey stopped walking and stood with her legs together, hands behind her back, with a guilty look on her face, and nodded shyly. "Lindsey," her mom started, sounding dissappointed as she walked toward Lindsey to have a look. Then she saw the enormous bulge that was barely able to fit in Lindsey's jeans. I had started walking downstairs so I didn't quite hear everything she had to say but her mom scolded her for a bit and sent her to clean up the huge mess.

Anyway, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. I was strangely fascinated by the whole thing. I tried to figure out her logic. After a few more experiences with her I discovered she would hold it as long as possible, then at the very last minute she would try and make it to the bathroom which often ended in her having an accident. We continued to be friends to this day, I have witnessed several more accidents and I'm still fascinated by it. I've also built up the courage to talk to her a little bit about her habit, although she doesn't have much to say about it. It's pretty much what I figured after that first experience. She just liked to hold it until the last minute and didn't seem to mind having an accident, although she never had one in school or anything so I guess she knew when not to risk having an accident. Whew! It takes a long time to write in detail because I know you guys like that.

Anyway I hope to post again soon. Laterz!

**ishkoman** · October 27, 2012, 08:22 PM

Wow, I love that site too, in fact that's the first site I found when I started getting interested in panty pooping. I have a huge number of accident stories saved from there. So I'll play:

Emeline
I can't believe I'm doing this. But here goes.

I'm Emeline, i'm 22, white, i have long brown hair and green eyes. i'm not fat but i've got big boobs and a big butt. i've been dating this guy terrance since i was 20. He has a pretty weird "fascination" that I like to occasionally do for him. He for whatever reason loves it when i poop in his bathroom with the door open. He likes to see me on the toilet and hear what's going on, and have my smell in the bathroom afterward...i know, its insane, but he enjoys it and i like to make him happy. I've done it about 4 or 5 times. I do think it's weird but I don't mind because i am generally very uncomfortable and nervous using another person's bathroom to have a BM. With past boyfriends, i've felt that pooping in their bathrooms would be like a cardinal sin, and when i was 18 i had an accident in my pants while walking home from an ex boyfriend's house because i was too scared to poop in has bathroom and i really needed to go. but with Terrance, his strange interest makes me feel that its okay, even preferred, if i poop in his bathroom.

Something went terribly wrong the other day though. I got home from work (i'm a short order cook in a local restaurant) and I got changed. I put on some loungy clothes as i normally do afterwork, i put on my slippers, my college hoodie and a pair of light gray tights, and was just getting ready to head to the bathroom when Terrance called and asked if i wanted to come over and have dinner then spend the night. I said yes, and we got off the phone. I had to poop pretty bad, but i decided he would probably like it if as soon as i got to his apartment i immediatley rushed to his bathroom for a much needed BM. So i held it, and I put my shoes on and got in the car and started heading over to his apartment.

I was about 3/4s of the way there when i realized i made a huge mistake. I had to poop worse than ever before, the pressure in my butt was unbearable and kept poking out, pressing against the seat of my panties. i was a in a complete state of panic. it felt just like the incident a few years early- while i was walking home i felt that same pressure and fought to keep my load form poking out before it finally won the battle and filled my panties- so i knew it was probably going to happen again. I was so close though, so i squeezed my butt together as hard as i could and put my left hand under my butt to hold myself. i got a grip on it for a second and i made it to his apartment complex. i got out of the car and started rushing up the sidewalk to the front door, and with each step i felt my load pushing to come out. terrance was at the front door to open it for me, and the second he saw me he knew something was wrong. he said "emmy are you alright?" and i just rushed past him and started heading up the stairs holding my butt and said "i need your bathroom now!!" he rushed up ahead of me to open the door. but it was no use. even though i was clenching my butt together and holding it with my hand, i felt a large, moist poop force its way out and create a giant lump in the back of my pants as i stood in front of his apartment door. i just looked at him and said "oh my god". i felt like such an idiot. i had to go pretty bad when i was still at my place, so i should've just gone then. i should've known i wasn't going to be able to make it all the way to his bathroom. i just felt really stupid and embarrassed about rushing across town just to poop in his bathroom instead, but i couldn't even make it there without going in my pants. anyway, i stepped into his place and continued pooping my panties as i waddled toward his bathroom apologizing. when i got in there i saw in the mirror that my face was bright red. i felt so dumb!! i slowly pulled my pants down. my panties were like a war zone. i carefully took them off and dumped them into the toilet. the load was pretty solid but it was a lot, and it was all mushed together into one big mass. after i flushed it i wiped my butt and wiped the insided of my panties a little and put my clothes back on. i left the bathroom and terrance seemed surprised, and was really quiet. i told him i was really sorry but that i had to go home to change my underwear and that i would come over tomorrow night instead, and he understood...he kissed me goodnight and i headed out. i was actually shaking on the ride home because i felt so embarrassed..i still can't believe i did that! i was just trying to please him and totally humiliated myself.

Later that night on the phone he told me not to be embarrassed because he knew i was holding it in so i could go at his apartment just for him, so he felt guilty. he was very sweet and reassuring about it, but i was still extremely embarrassed. even if he liked it, i certainly don't enjoy pooping my pants! from now on i'll just go at his apartment if the urge strikes while i'm there. i'll never try and hold it in when i need to go bad just to head over there and do it...

**ishkoman** · November 3, 2012, 05:32 PM

Mia

Mia
I am a brunette who is 22 and weighs 125 lbs. I had an experience over the weekend I wanted to share with the readers of this sight.

I went on my first date with a boy I met at school last weekend. He took me to dinner then to a movie. We ate at Ryan's which had an all you can eat buffet bar. About half way through our dinner, I felt the need to go poo. The restaurant was very crowded and I did not want to go poop in a crowded restroom around other strange women. I also don't like public restrooms because they are usually dirty. So I held it in. The more I ate, the more I had to go. So I pushed my plate aside and my date asked me, "Are you already done?" I told him I was full but he could keep eating. As I sat across from him in a booth seat I was squirming a little, and as we talked I was grunting faintly under my breath. I do this when I have to poop because as I hold back my poop I also take a breath and hold it and then as I release it I kind of make a grunting noise. My date kind of picked up on this and asked me if I was O.K. I said yes and that I was just real full. ( I didn't tell! him I was really full of poop!). I hadn't pooped in a couple of days and the big meal must have stimulated my bowels into action.
Finally, my date finished eating and said we had better leave to get to the movie on time. As he drove me to the movie I kind of slid forward in my car seat and kept my butt cheeks tight to make sure I didn't have an accident in his car. When we got to the movie and sat down I really had to go badddd! I leaned back in my seat and stretched my legs out in front of me and tightened my buttocks as tight as I could. The movie was good but it was long. I kept hoping it would hurry up and end. Finally the movie ended and we got up to leave. My date asked me if I would like to walk around in the mall for a little while. I said it was getting late and I really needed to get home because I had some things I needed to do (like take a big dump in my private bathroom!). He asked me if we could just run into a card shop so he could buy a birthday card. I reluctantly agreed. My poop was really wanting to come out and I had to keep moving around in the card shop to keep from! having an accident. My date kept showing me cards and asking my oppinion. I was really figitting and he asked me again if I was all right. In desperation I told him I needed to go home so I could use the bathroom. He said he would buy a card we had picked out and then he would drive me home. There was a checkout line so as I waited for him to pay for the card I kneeled down in an aisle and looked at cards. I was rocking back and forth as I sat on the heel of my shoe. A lady stared at me and I think she knew I had to go to the bathroom. I also think I was putting off a little odor. Finally my date said he was ready and we left in his car. I leaned back in my seat with my legs outstretched and kept my buttocks sealed tight. The closer we got to my house the more I seemed to have to go. Finally we arrived. My date walked me to the door and proceeded to give me a goodnights kiss. I enjoyed kissing him but this excitement took my mind off of holding in my poop. As we kissed my poop started to come out of my butt and into my panties. In desperation I said I have to go and ran into the house. By the time I got to the bathroom I had already pooped in my pants. Fortunately, although the poop completely filled my panties it was solid and I didn't have a hard time getting cleaned up. My older sister asked me if I was O.K. and I told her yes I just needed to use the bathroom and would be out in a minute. No one knew I had pooped in my pants. My date has since talked to me on the phone and has asked me out again. I am glad he didn't know I pooped in my panties. What would he think if he knew that while he was kissing me I was pooping in my pants. Maybe I can tell him one day that his first kiss was so good that I just shit myself!

**MissPiss** · November 4, 2012, 05:30 AM

Is "Toilet Stool" another blog or forum??? Sorry. . . I don't know what that is please tell : )

Lizz

**Drying** · November 4, 2012, 10:13 AM

Originally posted by MissPiss

Is "Toilet Stool" another blog or forum??? Sorry. . . I don't know what that is please tell : )

Lizz

Well, I think it's best if you take a look yourself:
http://toiletstool.com/

And the forum:
http://toiletstool.com/toilet

**american perv** · November 6, 2012, 03:09 AM

Originally posted by Drying

Well, I think it's best if you take a look yourself:
http://toiletstool.com/

And the forum:
http://toiletstool.com/toilet

Unfortunately they don't allow anything X-rated on there. But if you're looking for innocent as in non-pervy pants pooping stories, that's the best place you can go.

**ishkoman** · November 9, 2012, 01:35 PM

carlos
This will be a very short story, but I think you will all think it is rather shocking. I just got back from daytona beach .FLA this week and I saw one of the most outrageous things I ever saw. I was staying at a motel that has an awesome pool and bar/lounge area and I was with my friends having a few drinks and enjoying the sights. while we were at the bar, a woman of I'd say thirty five and extremely attractive came up to the counter and started to make a scene about being asked to leave because she was drunk and being to loud. Her boyfriend or husband then raced up behind her and started screaming at the top of his lungs " you stupid drunk bitch, your f....ing ruining my holiday" and then he told her to wait right where she was, he was going to collect their things to go back to their room I guess. Anyway, I could'nt take my eyes off of her as she stumbled to a patio table, and stood swaying. I noticed she had a small purse with her and I watched her take out a package of cigarettes, and fumble to get one out and light it. I took my eyes off of her for about a minute, I swear, to order another drink from the bartender and pay for it, when all of a sudden I start to hear people saying "look at that chick,she shit in her pants." I turned around and saw for myself what they were talking about. The woman was hanging off the pool gate with her arms dangling over the other side with the cigarette still in her fingers, and she looked liked she was nearly semi-conscious and she kept trying to squat almost like an automatic reaction. She was wearing a baby blue string bikini (which she looked amazing in shit or no shit) and the back of them was so unbelievably full of shit, it looked almost fake but it obviously was'nt. So, to make an end of this, her boyfriend or whatever came back and saw her and grabbed her by the arm and escorted her off the property red faced. She was mumbling something and her bikini bottom leg holes revealed a monstous acc! ident as she waddled away with him.

**ishkoman** · November 15, 2012, 06:19 PM

Stephanie

Stephanie
What did I learn tonight? Don't over-estimate your ability to 'hold it.' Even if you're 23 like me, believe me you can't hold it in forever...it'll come out eventually.....whether you're sitting on the toilet with your panties around your ankles or not.....

Quick description, I'm Steph and i'm 23, i'm white with fare skin and long dark brown hair and blue eyes. i weight 115 lbs and i'm 5'6". Tonight I went to see the movie "Alexander" (in my opinion, i thought the story was told very poorly and in a lazy fashion, so i didn't like it incase you were thinking of seeing it.) Anyway, I didn't realize how long the movie was. About 25 minutes after it started, i had to poop. I didn't need to go bad, i just had to go. There would be no problem to hold it for another hour, hour and a half and go at the end of the movie, so i decided to wait. (this was at the point where i didn't realize it wasn't a very good movie so i didn't want to leave.) I continued watching and paying little attention to the pesky little pressure building up in my bottom. I guess it was about an hour and 10 minutes later when i started to shift in my seat and maybe consider trying to fart quietly and relieve a little pressure from my butt. I started to wonder when it would end. I had a short skirt on so i had more access to comfort myself with my hands if needed, so since there was no one sitting to my right, i leaned to the left so that my bottom was off the seat facing the right and i put my hand underneath my skirt and gently placed my hand on my bottom over my panties and pressed back a little on the pressure. i felt like a little girl, like until when i was around 5 or 6 i used to put my hands on my butt when i had to poop, but hey it does provide a little bit of relief in control. for minutes, i sat in discomfort, not just because i had to poop but i was hoping someone wouldn't randomly turn and see me hunched in my chair with my hand on my butt. i had no idea how much time was left, and i didn't even consider it could be a 3 hour or more long movie and kept assuming it was just about over. i struggled and kept up my fight against my aching bowels, when just when i decided it was no use and removed my hand from my butt and pulled my skirt back down so i could stand, warm poop pushed it's way easily out of my bottom and thoroughly filled my panties. i sat in horror in disbelief as my heart beated a lot quicker and i continued pushing the warm solid poop into my panties beyond my control. i could NOT believe what i was doing. i must've sat there and pooped my panties for 5 minutes. the load was huge and completely filled the back of my panties and made a bulge so big that i couldn't feel the movie theater seat. i just kept thinking to myself "i'm 23 and i just TOTALLY pooped in my panties.." no one around me was aware of my ordeal, so i just sat tight. my face felt like it was burning up because i was so nervous and embarassed. i wound up sitting there with a huge load in my panties for another 50 minutes until that god awful movie ended, then i had to walk ever so delicatley out of the theater trying to discretely hold my skirt down. the skirt i had on didn't give me very much slack when it came to hiding my undies from people with a slightly good angle, so i had to be very careful. i couldn't lean or bend in much of anyway without anyone being able to see my poop-filled panties. getting away from the movies was my main goal, i was pretty sure that as long as my boyfriend didn't get too feisty, he wouldn't notice. the only place i ran into trouble was getting in the car. when i went to get in, the guy getting in the car in the spot facing ours shot me a funny look, so i guess he saw the brown stain and bulge in my panties...the ride home wasn't bad, he didn't notice a thing and i acted casual, but there was something i had to tackle that i wasn't looking forward to. my boyfriend isn't all that traditional so to speak, as in he doesn't always get out of the car and walk me to my door when he's not coming in (and thankfully he wasn't going to be coming in tonight...) so i was worried about getting out of the car because he'd more than likely be looking at me, and with that skirt there was probably a 95% chance that he would get a quick peek up my skirt when i got out. and trust me, there was so much poop in my panties that one quick peek up my skirt was all you needed to know...the other problem was that if he walked my up to the door, he'd want to engage in a little huggy-kissy make out goodbye session that we usually do and he almost ALWAYS rubs one of his hands all up and down my body. the better situation would obviously be if he just dropped me off, because if he saw the stain and bulge in my underwear for one second as i got out of the car he might not believe what he saw...but if he rubbed my butt and felt the bulge i'd have a problem. i prayed the whole ride home that he would just drop me off, and when we got to my house that's what it seemed like would happen. i sighed a little bit of relief just before i leaned over and had a goodnight kiss that for some reason seemed brief and unsatisfying, like he didn't want to kiss me....then i turned and got out of the car, quickly but as carefully as i could. i closed my eyes tight and just prayed he didn't see. before i made it 5 steps from the car, he pulled away, which was unusual because he usual sat there and waited until i at least got to my door..that's when i realized that he must know..the brief kiss and everything? he was grossed out that i had an accident and didn't even say anything. now i don't know what to be more embarrassed about, that i pooped my panties at the movies or that i pooped my panties at the movies and he probably knew the entire time and is completely weirded out that i didn't do anything about it or say anything...

but oh well, i'll feel better about the whole incident in the morning. i mean hey, "shit" happens, right? maybe something different was bothering my boyfriend tonight, or maybe he won't even say anything or care tomorrow.... god, i really wish i didn't poop my panties though...next time i have to go, i'm not gonna wait! i won't know what to think of myself if i let myself poop in my panties again. I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I feel so embarrassed even though its still possible that no one knows besides you guys.

So, that was my lesson for the day...I hope to learn from it and never poop my panties again!

**Creepymouse** · November 16, 2012, 09:17 AM

It wasn't from TS, but I read a riot of an experience about a girl's first date with her future husband called, get this, "The fart that almost changed destiny". Having your date cry out "I can TASTE IT!" when you rip one is not usually a good sign for the future. I thought it was cute, she was sooooo embarrassed about it.

(Later, hubby said "your rack saved you." lol)

Found that as a link from a Fetlife post about a dump so epic that it made the person in the next stall choke, cut his conversation short and drop his phone in the toilet. XD That's what he gets for talking in the restroom. I thought everyone knew that. It's right up there with "never take the urinal right next to the only other person in the bathroom if there are more than two."

**AccidentalTourist** · November 29, 2012, 09:02 AM

A couple new ones

Lauren
Black Friday
I have not posted in awhile because I did not like a lot of negative comments I was getting from people on this site. I have decided to try posting again, except not about my children or our car pees. I have a story about black Friday shopping I will tell instead.
My friend Amy asked me if I wanted to go shopping on black friday. Normally I avoid black Friday, but with the addition of two children this year, money is tight and I was hoping to get some good deals on gifts for the kids. I agreed and met Amy in line an outlet mall that just opened. We waited in line for about two hours, all the while drinking coffee to stay awake. When they finally let us in, I already had to pee but decided to hold it so I did not miss any deals. Amy and I battled the crowds in a few stores and after a couple hours of shopping we were both exhausted. Packages in hand, we decided to go to the restroom since at that point we both had to go quite badly. Because this mall had just opened up, there was only one bathroom ready for use. It was a single toilet unisex bathroom and the line to use it was almost as long as the line to get in was. My need to pee increased and soon I was having a hard time holding it. I considered just leaving and going home, but it was an hour drive back with almost nothing on the way. I did not think I could hold it that long and figured it would be much shorter just to wait here in line. I had driven my husbands car so I couldn't even have a pee in that and there were too may people and security guards around to pee outside. The line was moving painfully slow and I realized that everyone must be having their after Thanksgiving poops. After an hour in line I was in agony. My bladder felt like it weighed a ton and I had to cross my legs and jump around to keep from wetting myself. Here I was, a grown adult doing a pee pee dance in public, yet I had to go too badly to care. Plus almost everyone around me, including Amy was just as desperate. I really was not sure what to do. One woman, clearly tired of waiting, loudly apologized to everyone in line, pulled up her skirt and had her pee right there on the floor. Watching her do it made me have to go even worse and I had to put my hand in my crotch and dance around some more. Security came and escorted the woman away and I later found out she was banned from the mall. Thirty minutes later, Amy announced she could not wait any longer and was going to find somewhere else to do her business. She asked if I were coming and I agreed. We exited the mall and the cold air made our needs worse. We both stopped and bent over, trying desperately not to pee ourselves. There were still too many people around to pee out there though and we did not know what to do. I felt my bladder spasm and a spurt of pee shot out, dampening my panties. I regained control, but knew it was not for long. I told Amy that I was about to pee myself and she said she was too. We stepped to the quietest part of the parking lot we could and both decided just to let go. There we stood, peeing our pants and it was the best feeling in the world. We peed for ages and then quickly got into our cars and left. I did get my husbands seat a little wet from my pee pants, but he understood. As humiliating as the night was, I did get really good deals on stuff for my kids so it was worth it in the end. If anyone has any black Friday stories I would love to hear.

**AccidentalTourist** · November 29, 2012, 09:05 AM

Another

A bit scattish, but still fun (and unbelievable):

Ashley
Taking Laxatives With My Best Friend
Hi! Ive been reading posts for a few weeks now but this is my first time posting. My name is Ashley I'm 19, short, and have long blonde scene hair. My best-friend Kristina is also 19 but she's average height and has black shoulder length scene hair. One day we decided to try something just for the hell of it. What we decided to do was hold off on going poop for a few days then going to my house and taking a ton of laxatives. We both didn't go for five days. I could feel a huge log in my ????. I asked Kristina how she felt and she was the same. We then took a ton of high strength fast acting laxatives and went to my bathroom. Kristina sat on the counter next to the toilet and I leaned against the wall across from her. After 10 minutes nothing was happening I asked Kristina if she felt it work and she said no. 15 minutes passed and I could feel my ???? start gurgling, it hurt and I held my ????. Kristina said "I can feel it working too, maybe this was a bad idea". I laughed and said "Let's bet 20$, whoever shits first looses". She agreed to my bet. Each minute the feeling got worse and worse. I really had to go. I looked at Kristina and she couldn't stop moving. She then yelled "I CANT ANYMORE" she pulled her pants and pink panties down in lighting speed and sat on the toilet. Shit then erupted out of her into the toilet. It gurgled and spluttered with tons of plops. She was also very very gassy so there was lots of farting. As she was taking her dump her feet stayed up off the ground and she held onto the toilet. I really had to go too and yelled for her to let me shit but she said "Sorry *loud diarrhea plops* but I *more plops* cant". I then decided to just shit my panties. I bent over and my feet spread out but my knees touched. I then let wet gooey liquid shit gush into my panties. It sputtered and gurgled as it filled my panties. It felt really warm and gross but also somehow nice. My dump had lots of small logs in it and made a huge bulge in my pants. Brown stains ran down my legs. I then had to pee and decided while I'm at it and pissed myself. Kristina just pointed to me and laughed hysterically as she sputtered out the last of her dump. She couldn't stop laughing when I asked if she could help me clean up. She pissed me off so I pulled my pants down and sat down on her bare lap. My warm shit filled panties squished on her legs. Surprisingly she just laughed harder. She then pushed me off and got up. The toilet was full of gloppy and chunky shit plus a few normal sized logs, seems she took a much larger dump than I did. We got undressed and showered with the still laughing Kristina.

Come to think of it, wheres my 20$

**n2whettin** · November 30, 2012, 08:50 AM

Lucky Doug...

Doug
The other day I was riding the city bus due to a DWI charge I got leaving a buddy's house months ago and I found myself sitting next to this beautiful girl. She was about 5ft 6inches tall, long, culry blonde hair, full set of lips, big, beautiful blue eyes with a nice curvy figure. Since it was late there weren't many passengers riding I was mesmerized by how pretty she was, thinking of the best way to approach when I noticed a foul, familiar stench that was sneaking up from down below. I leaned over figuring maybe I stepped in something but much to my surprise it was coming from her direction. I tried not to stare and if she had an accident, the last thing she wanted was some guy coming up to her while she sat there with a steamy load of poo in her pants.

The third or fourth time the bus stopped she stood up and sure enough there was this huge, wet, brown stain that was smeared, trying to push its way through the fabric of her jeans. She smiled looking at floor as she wrapped her jacket around her waist and got off. I was completly disgusted, I felt bad for her still hoping I would see her again in a couple days.

About 3 days later I got on the bus and there she was, I said hello and she smiled turning her head to look out the window again. I was going to sit across from her but maybe she was embarassed about last time so I didn't want to push it. A few stops later as she stood up the stench returned with a fury, I saw a new brown stain, she smiled, wrapped the jacket around herself and got off.

Now I'm a very open-minded person and I've been well aware of all of the different fetishes out there. I'm actually no stranger to the different types of "extreme kink" that people are into, I know some women like to poop in their clothes, in adult diapers, on objects, in front of people etc, but in public it just seems a little overboard. For the past month I've actually started speaking to her more and she seems like a great catch - she goes to college, works two part-time jobs and we even have a DWI in common, I just don't know how or if I should bring up the whole panty poop thing.

What do you think I should do? Should I ask her out and tell her not to crap on herself? Should I ask about the "accidents"? Do you think she could learn to keep it at home?

Your opinions would really help. Thanks.

**n2whettin** · November 30, 2012, 07:06 PM

And another awesome one:

she crapped her pants a lot....
a few years back i dated this girl for a year. we started going out around thanksgiving and around april when baseball season started,i started to take her to a lot of yankees games with me because i always get season tickets. well, she seemed to have a good time most of the time, but it was strange...about halfway through the season she began to consistently start having accicdents in her pants at the baseball games. the first time it happened we were at a game where they played the royals and it was a total blowout by the 5th inning. i was just chilling out enjoying a nice game and she was just quiet the whole time. i noticed a pretty crappy smell at one point and after being offended by the odor for several moments i turned to her and just mumbled in a gossipy way "the hell's that friggin smell?" and she just had the most miserable look on her face and goes "eh...it was me." i said "what?" She said, "do we need to see the rest i don't think they're gonna lose so let's just go." i said "hey come on, what are you talking about what happened?" and she just stared daggers at me. i knew damn well that she had a taken a shit in her jeans but i just wanted a confirmation you know? eitherway she wound up demanding i take her home. soon thereafter, she actually started crapping her pants (or undies if she had on a skirt) at every couple games we went to and demanding i take her home...she used excuses for her frequent ballgame pants-crappings such as "the food must make my stomach uneasy" and "the bathrooms at the stadium are disgusting and i can't always hold it in the whole game..." i had a suspicion for a while that she may have been purposefully crapping her pants all that time just as an....interesting scheme to leave the game because she didn't enjoy it. i don't know which is more off-putting, the fact that a 22 year old woman control herself for 2-3 hours without pooping her pants, or that she was doing it on purpose. but, she went on to crap herself at about 11 games we went to, including one playoff game, and at the playoff game something changed, and i thought maybe this little habit of hers wasn't so off-putting. for some reason her accident at the playoff game made me feel much different... she had very runny diahrreah and made a horrible mess. most other times she just had a regular soft dump that just made a bulge in the back of her pants that she would just flatten on her seat, but this time it was a wet one. i was standing up watching for an important play when i actually heard her rip this incredibly wet fart. i turned to her and she was hunching forward, grasping her stomach and looking horrified, when i witnessed just about the most amazing thing when it comes to witnessing a woman mess herself. i looked at her butt with her tight blue jeans as she hunched forward, and immedialtey after the first wet fart she ripped there was already this little wet spot on her butt right where her crack goes between her legs with a faint brown stain to it, and then, in serioulsy less then 2 seconds, she ripped the most difficult to descripe fart ever...the best i can descripe it was is "FFFFFFFRRRRRrrrrffffflltttt.." it actually sounded just how you could imagine an explosion of wet poop in such 10th pants, and the way the bulge formed was really..wow. just rapidly, as fast ws the explosion fart was ripped, an enormous bulge spread in the back of her pants across her entire butt and her face was instantly red and she blurted out "oh my god!!!" i looked at her in shock with the incredible bulge with it's brown stain now soaking through..and for some reason it really really turned me on even though all the times she had taken regular poops in her pants i was just weirded out. well it caused a few things. she looked at me in horror and was like "oh my god we have to go!" and i dont know if i was overcome with the playoffs or how i felt about that accident, but i said to her "???, you're 22 why dont you grow the hell up and stop shitting yourself so i can have a little fun at the game, huh? it's the playoffs!" my heart was pounding. i knew i lashed out in that way not just to see the playoff game but because i wanted her to sit there in that big mess for the rest of the game. she looked very hurt when i lashed out and just sunk into her seat (with a very interesting squish sound) and didn't speak to me the rest of the game. the game didn't wind up going well but i couldn't keep my mind off the huge gooey mess she made in her jeans that she had to sit in. the game ended and we headed out. the bulge was completely flattened but her pants were all bunched up right in the middle of her ass and most of her butt and between her legs were damp, and stained brown. it looked like she pissed her pants after she sat down becdause there was a lot of just dampness in her jeans where there weren't brownstains, but i don't know the dump could have been that wet. eitherway, it wound up being pretty irionic because she broke up with me after the game. i guess because i yelled at her and made her sit in that awful accident. damn, a whole summer of her crapping her pants in front of me and i didn't appreciate it until the last one...but i will never ever forget that and how i felt. that was a very exciting thing to witness for anyone who is at all fascinated with poop.

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