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(July 10, 1996)

Last week I was over at my new boyfriend's apt. and I had to poop when we came
back from a movie we had been to. I hadn't known him too long so I was shy
about pooping in his bathroom. I'm embarrassed by the smell in other people's
bathrooms when I don't know them too well. I figured I would be going home soon
and I would just wait. Well, we sat there drinking wine and having a toke or
two and the time passed quickly. After a couple of hours I realized I couldn't
hold it any longer and would have to bite the bullet and take a dump in his
bathroom. I got up from the sofa and felt a little dizzy. As I headed for the
bathroom I realized I had waited TOO LONG. I had been squeezing real hard to
keep from pooping my pants and when I stood up something caused me to relax my
butt muscles. I didn't think I could hold it till I got to the bathroom. Just
walking across the room caused me to lose control and I pooped my pants. It was
terribly embarrassing even though my boyfriend helped me to shower and clean up
and we made love after.

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(July 10, 1996)

Ever since I pooped my pants at a high school dance a few years back I've been
fascinated to hear about others who find themselves badly in need of a washroom
and either have to go behind a car or a bush or fill their pants. If I have to
go I can wait maybe half an hour to an hour (if I don't have the runs) but
that's about it. After that I'm in trouble. I'd like to hear if there are other
women who can't wait too long when they have to do number TWO.

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(July 10, 1996)

My urgency doesn't seem to be so great most of the time. Although, if I have
the runs I only have minutes to spare when the urge hits. If I don't go right
away my asshole starts twitching and after a few twitches I sometimes lose some
poop, just a little bit into my panties. I have had quite a few "minor"
staining incidents like this when I have the runs. Once, though, I was out,
there was no where to go and I knew I had the runs real bad. I tired to run for
some bushes - ever tried to run when you have to shit so bad there's no room
for any other thought in your mind? - and before I knew it all just came
rushing out - I completely filled my panties and it ran down my legs into my
shoes - I was wearing a dress at the time.

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(July 12, 1996)

When I was 17 I went to a high school dance. I went with several of my
girlfriends. Although we weren't supposed to drink at these dances, this rule
was largely a joke, and many of us would slip out to our cars for a little nip.
One of my friends had brought a some bottles of homemade cherry wine. I drank
quite a bit of this stuff in the early part of the evening.

Eventually a guy I had really liked for along time asked me to dance. We were
getting on fine when I became aware that I had to poop. I was enjoying the
dancing so much that I didn't want to excuse myself to go to the washroom right
away and decided to wait. Besides, I had needed to poop many times before and
hadn't had any trouble waiting. But this was the first time I had drunk a lot
of homemade cherry wine. The music was great and we continued to dance. I
wasn't about to let a pesky need for a BM get in the way of my fun. I would
wait till the band took a break.

Well, by the time the band took its break I was thinking that it wasn't a
minute too soon, because by then I really needed to go. My innards had rumbled
a couple of times and my dancing companion had joked about it the second time.
When I excused myself, he made some further joke about hoping I'd make it. I
was embarrassed. He knew I had to go.

How had I let this happen to me? As I hurried to the girls washroom I realized
that trying to walk fast was loosening my grip on the situation, the cherry
wine was working some kind of mischief on my bowels, my insides were churning,
I felt a lot of pressure and then a sort of cramp or spasm. I stopped,
squeezing my bum cheeks together as hard as I could. For a few seconds I
couldn't move, if I moved, even one step, I knew I'd shit my pants for sure.
The spasm passed and I began walking towards the washroom again, more slowly
and deliberately this time.

By the time I reached the washroom door I was taking little baby steps because
I was trying to walk and keep the cheeks of my butt squeezed tightly together
at the same time. If you think this is easy, just try it sometime. There were a
lot of other students in the hallway and I was certain some of them must know
about my problem. Once inside the washroom I was horrified to find that the
stalls were all occupied. What to do. I was sweating now on my ass and thighs.
Several others were waiting and I tried to appear nonchalant, but all I could
think of now was that if I let go my pink bikini panties were not going to hold
it and it would run down my legs in front of the other girls in the washroom.

I fidgeted, I squeezed, several girls watched me but said nothing. Now another
cramp/spasm! My whole being was concentrated in the muscles around my anus
trying to help them out. I concentrated on keeping my asshole closed. It
started to twitch. Just then, my friend Kelly came through the door saying
something I didn't hear, perhaps because the brain cells normally devoted to
hearing were all occupied trying to keep me from shitting in my panties. Kelly
repeated her question and as I went to answer my asshole began twitching
uncontrollably. I felt something hot and wet on my bum. "Omygawd," I thought
I've just pooped a bit in my panties. Then I completely lost control, soft shit
filling my panties and running down my legs and onto my shoes. Nobody said
anything. Kelly's mouth dropped open. Finally she said "that goddam homemade
wine will do it to you every time." Along with my embarrassment there was a
strange feeling of excitement that I couldn't quite identify or understand.

There you have it! That was the first time in my adult life that I had ever
pooped my pants. It was not a pretty sight. My friends got me out of there and
took me to one their homes to clean up. One of them told the guy I had been
dancing with that I got sick and had to go home. He never found out about it.
It was a few years after that before I shit my pants again. It was a strange
experience, frightening and somehow weirdly exciting at the same time. I'd very
much like to hear the comments of others on this experience.

Since the time of that early pants-pooping experience I have noticed that when
I am caught short and have to go real bad, bad enough to think I might mess
myself, I am torn between two very different feelings: first I have a feeling
of fear and horror that I am going to disgrace myself in public, but I also
have a feeling of excitement and suspense (you know the sort of thing you feel
when a character is in a real jam in a movie) over whether I will make it or
not. The feeling of suspense is sort of a turn on, but the fear of the
embarrassment and humiliation of shitting my panties in public is not a turn
on.

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(July 12, 1996)

I just got divorced last year after 8 yrs. of marriage and my ex certainly
wasn't turned on by my occasional accidents. In fact, he was rather unkind.
Once, when I really had to go and we were driving, I told him to find a place
to stop as I was in urgent need of a BM. It was sort of inconvenient to stop
and he said "I suppose if I don't find a place you'll shit your pants like last
time." He was referring to an incident where we were on the freeway and by the
time we got to a rest stop I had taken a smelly soft dump in panties.

I was wearing a dress, so some of it got on the car seat. Hubby was not very
sympathetic. He thought I just wasn't trying hard enough to wait, or just not
taking proper opportunities to go.

Well, anyway, now he's my ex.

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(July 23, 1996)

Here's something that happened to me when I was still married. My ex and I were
driving on a freeway and I told him to find a place to stop because I needed to
poop. It was quite a ways to the next rest stop and before long I was squirming
and feeling quite uncomfortable. My belly was rumbling and I felt like this
just wasn't an ordinary need to go, I felt that queasy feeling you get when you
have the runs. Hubby said I was big girl and should be able to hold it till we
got to the rest stop. But I started to waves of urges that were really
overwhelming my ability to keep my sphincter under control. I started to panic.
I had never shit my pants in front of my ex before and it was beginning to look
like I wouldn't be able to hang on any longer. A pain shot through my abdomen
and I felt my asshole being forced open. I tried with all my might to squeeze
it shit, thinking of the huge liquid mess that was going to burst forth if I
didn't get a grip on myself. But my muscles were tiring rapidly and I finally
just couldn't stop it. I royally shit myself. the smell was unbelievable. Hubby
was disgusted. I think he thought I did it on purpose.

I shit my pants on one other occasion with my ex. I never heard the end of it
about either time, snide remarks and unkind comments. I think you people in
here are more sympathetic. When you gotta go you gotta go! Some of us just
can't wait as long as others.

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