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Francine's Stories


(April 28, 1996)

Hi,

I have noticed some posts from people who have accidentally pooped in their
pants. I have often wondered how often this happens. I mean people don't talk
about this sort of thing, so all you have to go on are your own experiences
and, if this happens to you, you think you are rather strange or not properly
grown up.

Over the years I've had a few close calls and some actual accidents. I'll begin
by telling about something that happened quite a few years ago. I had to travel
to another city for a job interview. I arrived the day before, and being
constipated took a laxative before going to bed in the motel.

These things are supposed to work over night so that you can go without any
problem the next morning. In the morning the damn thing still hadn't worked, so
I took another dose and headed out for the day. My only previous experiences
with laxatives had been that they allowed me to poop, but never caused any
problem of creating an "emergency."

The job interview went well and my interviewer asked me to have dinner with him
that night and I agreed. We had a very interesting conversation over a good
dinner with drinks before and a bottle of wine with dinner. Then we had
dessert, coffee and liqueurs. Right after the coffee, as I was drinking a
liqueur I was reminded of the laxatives by feeling the need to poop. But my
dinner companion was in the middle of a story and I didn't want to interrupt,
so decided to wait till he was finished before excusing myself to go to the
ladies room. What a mistake! After a few minutes I was hit by a sudden almost
uncontrollable urge to take a dump. I almost gasped my eyes started to water! I
stammered an excuse and stood to head to the ladies. As I stood I almost pooped
my pants right on the spot, the urge was so strong. Now I had a real problem.

The washrooms were at the back and down a flight of stairs. I tried to walk in
a dignified way in my tight, short skirt and high heels. The hardest thing in
the world is dignity at a time like this.

Every step I took I though I was going to lose control and shit in my pants.
Going down the stairs was the hardest part. I had to stop twice and
concentrate, squeezing my cheeks together as hard as I could to keep it in.
Finally I got to the ladies, but there were only two stalls, both occupied!

Your worst nightmare when you have to go real bad. I just stood there going
through contortions trying to hang on, to just wait a few minutes till a stall
was available. I could hear the sounds of someone wiping and knew it wouldn't
be long. But as one of the stall doors opened I felt a hot wet sticky feeling
in my panties, just a little bit, but I was starting to poop my pants. I rushed
into the stall, but couldn't get my skirt up and my panties down fast enough. I
completely filled my panties. By the time I got on the toilet it was an
anticlimax, although there was still quite a bit more to come.

Now I was in a real dilemma. All I could think of was that my potential future
boss was upstairs waiting for me and I was down there with a pair of very
shitty panties around my ankles. Fortunately, I had saved my skirt from
disaster, having gotten it up far enough just as I was forced to let it all
out. I cleaned my shoes, left my panties on the floor and returned to table in
the restaurant. I excused myself for being away for so long, and my dinner
companion was none the wiser.

By the way, I got the job. This was twenty years ago, and I have never told
anyone, not my husband, not my closest friend. How would you even bring up
something like this?

I have some other stories I'll tell at another time. You know it feels good to
get something like this out, even if only anonymous strangers in cyberspace!

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(May 1, 1996)

A few years back I was on a car trip with a friend. We stopped for lunch and
about an hour after I had to poop, but didn't think anything of it. After a
while the need became fairly urgent with the occasional sudden spasm that I
sometimes have, where for a second or two I think I'm going to lose it and shit
my panties. Since we didn't have far to go to our motel, I just toughed it out
trying to hold it.

As we neared the motel my friend Marnie remarked that she was glad we were
almost there because she had to poop pretty bad. Marnie, a true extrovert who
wasn't embarrassed by such things, joked that she hoped she didn't mess her
pants before we got there. I think we'd both eaten something upsetting at the
restaurant earlier.

It's interesting that Marnie could joke about possibly pooping in her pants as
I could never even admit to people that I had to do "number two," always saying
I have to pee even when I had more serious business to take care of, sometimes
urgently. Aren't some of us strange?

Anyway, we arrived at the motel and Marnie just rushed into the bathroom saying
something about what a relief it was to arrive and take a dump in a toilet
instead of crapping her pants. I stood there as the door closed on Marnie's
cheery voice and hoped to god she wouldn't be long. Hurry up," I said, "I
really have to go too." I still didn't say how I had to go. There is something
psychological about being so close to me goal when I have to poop really bad
that makes it worse. As I stood there, a cramp ran through my whole body, and I
felt unbelievable pressure building up. You know how you have that realization
after waiting for a long time and fighting back the urge for a BM, there's
suddenly a point when your body tells you "this is it!!" you're going to shit
your pants and there's nothing you can do to stop it. This is what I felt. Then
I just filled my panties, standing there like an idiot.

When Marnie came out of the bathroom, she joked "what a stink, did you poop
yourself?" She was only joking at first, but as I waddled to the bathroom,
trying not to let it run onto the Motel carpet, she realized it wasn't no joke.
Always the comforting one, Marnie said "Goddamn, you did shit your pants!" And
she laughed. I was mortified.

I could hardly face Marnie when I emerged from the Motel bathroom. I've always
been shy and fastidious about bathroom matters. And, in my late twenties, this
was only the second time I'd had a poop accident since I left grade school.
Finally, Marnie got me to see the humor in it and joke that if she hadn't been
first on the toilet it might have been her with the red face and brown panties.
It's still hard for me to understand that some people actually get turned on by
this sort of thing, but everyone's an individual, to each her own. As for me,
as I tell about these incidents, and there are a few more to come, it's as
though I'm getting a load off my mind (apt language I suppose) and can get on
with life not thinking about these things. It makes me vaguely nervous that out
there somewhere some people are getting excited by this story. Well, that's the
way the world works.

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(May 18, 1996)

This will just be a brief post because my husband might come in at any moment.
Earlier I had told you of some incidents where I pooped my pants by accident.
Here I just want to mention a special kind of accident that I think is the most
common pooping accident: The Fart with Lumps or its close cousin: The Liquid
Fart. I don't really know, but I suspect that everyone has experienced this at
least once or twice in life. It has happened to me five or six times over the
years, sometimes when I have diarrhea and don't yet know it, that is until I
try to fart and feel that sudden shock of recognition that my bum is covered
with something very hot and liquid. Of course, when I know I have diarrhea, I
NEVER fart.

A couple of times this has happened to me just as I'm waking up in the morning,
half asleep, letting that old morning fart out, and WHOOPS! Once I had to sneak
out of bed and get into the bathroom before my husband noticed. Seems strange
that I keep things like this from him, but that's the way I am. I am a very
clean person and the idea of shitting myself is always a shock to me.

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(May 18, 1996)

Everyone has heard of traveler's diarrhea, but have you ever heard the
expression "traveler's constipation"? Well, I haven't heard the expression, but
I have experienced it. Let me give you an example of how it works with me. In
recent years, being on relatively high fiber, high vegetable content diet, I've
become quite "regular". That is, I wake up in the morning, have breakfast, and
somewhere during the second cup of coffer usually have a STRONG urge to poop.
Resisting this, such as when I'm in the middle of a conversation with my
husband and don't want to seem rude rushing away, can be quite a trick, though
I've done it a few times. Sometimes the urge subsides, sometimes there's a
sudden overwhelming "contraction" that makes me almost gasp and I hobble to the
bathroom just in time.

Well, often when traveling, this regularity gets disrupted for a day or two,
usually followed with an urgent need to poop, usually at a completely
unpredictable and INCONVENIENT place or time. On my last trip to Europe we
checked into a hotel in the early evening after driving some hours from the
airport, had a bite to eat and went to bed about 9 PM local time having been
traveling for almost 24 hours. I hadn't had a BM since leaving North America,
but hadn't had the urge and wasn't even thinking about it.

My husband and I turned in for the night. This was a small family hotel with
the washroom down the hall from our room. I quickly fell asleep and at some
point found myself dreaming that I had to poop real bad but couldn't find a
washroom. In the dream the feeling got worse and worse till I felt something
forcing its way out of my bum. I was sweating. I awoke with a start and I was
sweating for real, and just about to let go of what felt like a truly massive
dump in the bed. In my half-asleep state, I was able to get control of the
situation with some difficulty, trying to realize where I was and where the
bathroom was. I jumped out of bed, didn't know where the light switch was,
realizing with some panic that the bathroom was down the hall. Tried to find my
slippers and robe in the dark. The urge hit me so strong that I felt my
sphincter starting to relax against my will and rushed for the bathroom down
the hall without my slippers and robe.

I made it into the bathroom and got my bum on the seat as I let go the main
load, but got a little poop on my nightgown as I had pooped just a little in my
mad rush down the hall. Funny, I didn't feel this coming out as I ran, only
when I got in the bathroom did I realize what had happened. I guess this is why
people don't run when they have to poop real bad! I know I usually walk more
slowly that usual and very CAREFULLY when I'm trying to hold a big URGENT load.

I was so relieved at having made it before the MAIN EVENT that I wasn't too
bothered by the minor mess on my nightgown, rinsed it out and figured I'd hang
it up to dry in the room. When I looked in the toilet bowl I realized what the
urgency was all about, this was one of the biggest dumps I'd ever taken. It was
soft but not diarrhea. I shivered at the thought that I had probably only been
seconds away from doing it in bed and having the dreadful embarrassment of
explaining why I messed myself to my husband.

Travel frequently causes this problem for me. That is several days of
constipation, invariably followed by a situation where I'll get a sudden
overwhelming urge to poop, ALWAYS at a time and place that's very inconvenient.
This has resulted in quite a number of "close calls" and "near-accidents" and
several real ones.

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