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When I was a little kid, about 5 years old, we were visiting my aunt and uncle's house. Their son (my cousin) was about 2 years younger than me, so he would have been about 3. At one point we were running around the house in our pajamas and he said he had to go "caca", and he grunted and crapped in his pajama pants and started laughing. Soon my uncle figured out what he had done and swept him off to the bathtub, but not before I saw a glacier of poop run down his leg and foot.
I have always wanted to re-enact my cousin's accident. For Christmas last year I received a pair of flannel pajamas. It took a long time for me to have a morning to myself, but the other day I finally did. After my wife went to work and my kids to school, I put the dogs in their crates so they wouldn't bother me for awhile, and put my flannel pajamas on with nothing on underneath them (I was also wearing a t-shirt; other than that, nothing, and I was barefoot), and went out in the back yard. I had brought the hose over to wash myself off afterwards. I stood under a tree and pretended to be my cousin. I had waited and not taken my morning dump already; I'd had grilled salmon the night before, which usually makes my BMs loose, and I'd had a couple cups of coffee which also stimulates them. I stood there for a second and knew I had to go, and I gave a little push and an enormous glop of poop came out into my pants and ran down my leg. I took a few steps and realized that the poop was trapped in my pants leg by my ankle, so I shook it out onto the ground.
There is a secluded part of our yard where I could take my pajama pants off. The mess was enormous; there was poop all down the back of my leg and my ankle and foot. After a few minutes the water in the hose got warm enough so I cleaned off my legs and walked inside to take a shower and finish getting cleaned up. I left the pajamas in the yard. After my shower I came back outside in shorts, and finished hosing off the pajamas and threw them into the washing machine with some other dirty clothes.
All in all it was a very satisfying intentional accident!
-- AT
I have always wanted to re-enact my cousin's accident. For Christmas last year I received a pair of flannel pajamas. It took a long time for me to have a morning to myself, but the other day I finally did. After my wife went to work and my kids to school, I put the dogs in their crates so they wouldn't bother me for awhile, and put my flannel pajamas on with nothing on underneath them (I was also wearing a t-shirt; other than that, nothing, and I was barefoot), and went out in the back yard. I had brought the hose over to wash myself off afterwards. I stood under a tree and pretended to be my cousin. I had waited and not taken my morning dump already; I'd had grilled salmon the night before, which usually makes my BMs loose, and I'd had a couple cups of coffee which also stimulates them. I stood there for a second and knew I had to go, and I gave a little push and an enormous glop of poop came out into my pants and ran down my leg. I took a few steps and realized that the poop was trapped in my pants leg by my ankle, so I shook it out onto the ground.
There is a secluded part of our yard where I could take my pajama pants off. The mess was enormous; there was poop all down the back of my leg and my ankle and foot. After a few minutes the water in the hose got warm enough so I cleaned off my legs and walked inside to take a shower and finish getting cleaned up. I left the pajamas in the yard. After my shower I came back outside in shorts, and finished hosing off the pajamas and threw them into the washing machine with some other dirty clothes.
All in all it was a very satisfying intentional accident!
-- AT
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