Project Poop

Saturday, 5 October 2013

When I was a senior in high school, all seniors were to do a senior project. That consisted of choosing a topic and doing volunteer work that has to do with your topic. So I chose The American Red Cross. I was going to be going to a blood drive for my volunteer work. I was a very nervous person and pretty shy. I had to drive 45 minutes to the Red Cross center. Once I got there, the lady brought me to my station and showed me what I would be doing throughout the day. I was told to cross the donors names off the list once they donated and to serve them snacks and drinks after they were finished. She then left me alone and went off to her office. I started to feel like i had to poop when i realized I had no idea where the restrooms were. I was too scared to leave my job and go find a restroom so I just st! arted farting and hoping the pains would go away. Then finally I knew if i farted one more time that shit would pour out instead of a fart. After clenching the cheeks for a while, I couldn’t hold it anymore so I decided to fart and hope for the best. BAM, warm oozing shit slowly comes out of my ass. I was wearing tight jeans and knew it would show through. As soon as that happened, that lady came back in to check on me along with a few other people that she was introducing me to. It smelled like nasty poop in that room. I can tell they smelled it and they most likely knew it was me that stunk. I tried to keep my back against the wall so they didn’t see the poop spot on my butt. As they were talking to me, more shit kept coming out and there was no way to stop it. Of course a donor then wanted a snack so i HAD to go serve him one. They left the room not long after that and I could hear them whispering to each other. Most likely about what they had just witnessed. Not too muc! h longer the lady came back in and said i was able to go and w! as done for the day. I was so happy and as i walked out i saw there was a restroom right down the hall. I went right in there and looked at the damage i did. There was liquid poop in my panties and my jeans. I took off my panties and threw them in the trash can, cleaned up my jeans and hurried to the car. The whole way home I was relieved to be free but also embarrassed knowing I still have to go back there another day to volunteer again.

Originally posted 2011-10-04 01:09:21.


Shanghai Shitter – Train Ride from Hell

Saturday, 5 October 2013

First i’ve gotta say that this site is great. I’ve shit my pants a fair few times in my life and always felt really embarrassed and self-conscious about it. I read some of these stories and it really made me feel better. Now, on to my own catharsis.
I was in Shanghai. I lived and worked in China at the time and was heading home to Nanjing after visiting a friend. I had just had KFC for lunch and took a taxi to the train station, about a twenty minute ride. Maybe ten minutes into it i started feeling like i needed to go pretty badly but i knew there were toilets at the station and i knew exactly where they were (i am pretty obsessed with knowing where toilets are at all times due to my history of shitting myself once every year or two) so i figured i would try to hold it.
I got to the station and was running up the stairs to the entrance when it started coming out. By the time i got to the station toilets it had all come out and it had run all the way down both legs and stained my shoes.
I cleaned up as best as i could. In this i was aided by having my backpack with a roll of toilet tissue in it. However, the damage was so bad there was only so much i could do.
My friend had gone to work so there was no way i could go back to his place and i needed to get back to Nanjing to work the next day, so i got onto the train. The ride was three hours long. I tried to stay out of people’s way but anyone who’s been to China will know that is pretty impossible anywhere, especially a train. People just stared at me with disgusted looks on their faces, and talked to each other about how badly i smelled, speculating on the cause.
By the time i got to Nanjing i was thoroughly humiliated and about as low as i have ever been. That night I spent hours trying to work out how to make sure it never happened again. I read up on exercises for the sphincter muscles, confidence training techniques, and appropriate diets.
Since then, it hasn’t happened to me in 5 or 6 years though i’ve had some close calls. It hasn’t happened until today that is, which is why I was online reading your stories in the first place.

Originally posted 2011-10-02 01:05:47.


The Legend of Gravylegs

Friday, 4 October 2013

I worked in an Italian restaurant in Austin, Texas, in the late 1990s. One Sunday, along with two other servers and a manager, I was inside the dining room setting up for the evening. The restaurant did not open until five o’clock that day; around four-thirty, through the windows, we saw a woman run up to the front door and desperately yank on the handle, trying to wrench it open. When she realized it was locked she banged on the windows, screaming something. The manager hastily went to open the door; he thought perhaps she was in danger of some kind. When he opened the door, she attempted to push past him, yelling that she had a major emergency and had to “get the hell in dat bat’room NOW!” The manager tried to explain that the restaurant was not yet open, and that she should come back at five! o’clock. The woman paid no attention to him, and sped off toward the restrooms using a strange, shambling gait. One of the other servers gasped; I took another look and saw that this lady had thick, muddy poo running down the backs of her legs! My response was to laugh uncontrollably until my stomach hurt and I had almost peed myself. The manager didn’t find it quite so hilarious, however; he knew that a problem was brewing in the bathroom, and that he would be the one who would have to attend to it.
The restaurant opened for business at five o’clock, but the woman had not yet come out of the bathroom. A few patrons came in to dine, but we weren’t, as of yet, busy. The manager was keeping a keen eye on the restroom door, waiting for the woman to emerge. I don’t know what he was planning on saying to her (what would he have said anyway? “Hey! How dare you crap in our bathroom!”?), but he never had a chance to say anything. When she finally came out, she made a beeline for the exit, keeping her head down and moving fast. The manager went into the bathroom and let out a little shriek. When I went to look, I saw that there was poo smeared all over the toilet seat, the floor, and the sink. There were poopy handprints on the paper towel dispenser and streaks on the wall. The smell was unbelievable, the more sickening because it was mingled with the aromas of sausage, peppers, and tomato sauce from the kitchen. I am sorry to say that, once again, I lost control and la! ughed until I had the hiccups. The manager, however, looked extremely nonplussed as he filled a mop bucket with water and put on a pair of rubber gloves, preparing to purge the noxious mess. I did not envy him as I returned to the dining room and attended to customers with what little composure I could muster. I later worked in a bar where patrons would poop, and occasionally vomit, in the urinals, but I have never seen anything quite as cataclysmic as the foul cesspool left behind by “Gravylegs.”

Originally posted 2011-10-03 01:08:19.


Shitting off a Boat

Wednesday, 2 October 2013

My best friend and I were going on a fishing trip in the gulf. It was my boyfriends dads fishing boat that we borrowed for the weekend to take with us to the beach. It all open and had one steering wheel right in the center of the boat, the weather was very hot so we were all in bathing suites.
Before leaving the state park she said she had to find a bathroom to me. I knew she had to shit by the way she said it. We went and both used the toilet before leaving out for the day. She was complaining that her stomach was messed up from something we ate earlier.
After we were several miles out to a reef where they fish she started getting these weird looks on her face. I could tell something was wrong but didnt think it was as bad as it was. She said hey can we go back? The guys were like hell no we just got here. She said she had to go to the bathroom and her boyfriend told her to just jump in the water and pee. I knew what was wrong so I sat by her and held her hand. she kept rocking back and forth and whispering no no no no….
The guys were so busy doing their thing they didnt even notice her and I was trying to hide the fact for her. After a while she jumped up and said oh god! oh god! grabed the crotch of her suit and pulled it so hard to one side I thought it would break. She put her ass out over the edge of the boat and used her one free hand to hold the small railing while I held her as best I could. By this time the guys had noticed what was going on because she just about fell in the water trying to hold her suit out of the way. As soon as she had yanked her suit off to the side her ass exploded! She let out a loud OHHHHHHH GOD!!!! and started to cry. she shit for about 2 minutes and her boyfriend came over to comfort her which I really thought was awsome. After she was done she used a water bottle to clean up with and just sat in the floor crying she was so humiliated. she had stretched her suit so bad that it would not even fit her or hold tight enough to cover her crotch anymore.
Thats the worst thing I have ever seen but none of us talked about it ever after that.

Originally posted 2011-10-01 02:05:03.


Shit does in deed Happen

Tuesday, 1 October 2013

This was about 4 year ago, when it happened to me. When I was 10 year old, me and my friend Lyndsey were walking down the street, when I started to feel really bad cramps in my stomach. It couldn’t have been the worst time, as she was making me laugh.
I pleaded her to stop making me laugh as I would wee my self (literally!) but she thought I was joking. So she kept on making me laugh. I laughed so much that I felt a dribble of pee, she made me laugh one more time and that just done it. I just stood there, in the middle of the street, peeing.
She didn’t know what the hell was wrong, and I started laughing because of the expression on her face.
I felt something smooth pass through my cheeks, as I felt a huge amount of steamy dump fall into my little knickers. I could feel my face flush, I still had cramps in my stomach but I didn’t care about them at the moment as I stunk of pissy shit.

As soon as I got home, I waddled inside with smelly dump trailing down my ankle and into my white socks, I went into the bathroom and turned the shower on, I washed my self down, gagging at time with the smell of shit.
I binned them clothes, which I dearly loved. My mum still doesn’t know why and she never will, as I would die of embarrasment.

Yours Truthfully,
E.

Originally posted 2011-09-30 01:03:20.


One Night Stool

Monday, 30 September 2013

It was the night of a friend’s 21st birthday party, and so naturally my plan was to drink vast amounts and get suitably inebriated. All was going well at the house, and I enjoyed more than one cup of punch; unaware of the punch to my bowels and reputation that I would later receive. As the night progressed and I continued to drink, I started to talk to a girl, and we hit it off. The next thing I remember we’re making out in the hall way: life is good. Life got better when I offered to walk her home and she agreed, I was in, score, back o’ the net, in the bag. It seemed that my banter hadn’t got all up in her grill but had in fact worked for her, offered a lot, and subsequently brought much to the table. I have to be honest at this point in the story and confess that my memory ends here, however! the events that followed were relayed to me the next day. When I entered said female’s premises I did of course, shit myself. Sources say I then proceeded to ring a close friend and have the following converstion:

“Friend, I’ve just pooped myself”
“What do you want me to do about it? Just go and clean yourself up”
“But it’s so runny”

I must point out that when saying the last sentence, I was in fact weeping. Yes I was crying from both ends: face and anus.
That is where my night ended. But not my humiliation. Three days later (while, I might add, my pooey pants were still under my bed) I then sent this text (sober) to the female in question:

“Hello Mrs. X!” I just found out that I musta pooped myself at your house on sat. I had an inkling, but I wasn’t sure. Anyway, I fully apoolagise and I hope I haven’t mentally scarred you forever! Really sorry x”

Yes, I said ‘apoolagised.’ And yes she didn’t actually know I’d shat myself until I sent that apology. Livid.

Originally posted 2011-09-29 02:01:43.


The Family Camping Incident

Sunday, 29 September 2013

I woke up in the tent I was sleeping in and I suddenly had a urgent need to do a serious #2. I get out of the tent as quick as I could and rush to the nearest facility on the campground. I was most of my way there when it exploded. I had just filled my drawers and the diarrhea was going down my legs down into my shoes. I didn’t even have a change of clothes on me to change into. I go into the bathroom and try to clean the poop off myself. There were flies all over. I wasn’t finished with my pooping either. While I was wiping myself with toilet paper, more poop gushed out and much poop missed the toilet. Other people who were coming into the bathroom were gagging and going right back out.

I finally got to the point where I felt I had finished pooping. I did some more wiping up the poop off of me, but there was poop all over my socks, shorts, and underpants. So, I go back to the campsite. One of my relatives approached me saying he knew of my accident and it’s okay. He finds me some clean clothes, I strip of my poopy clothes and put on those clean clothes. I’m sure my family will never forget that dirty day.

Originally posted 2011-09-28 08:59:09.


Unlucky Bus Driver

Saturday, 28 September 2013

Ah, well, we were going on a field trip in the 4th grade and the bus driver had said that no one can use the washroom. Halfway through the ride I really had to go poop, but I thought, I can wait.. right? Well I ended up REALLY having to go poop and so I made a plan. I truly do not know what my reasoning was with this, but I noticed a plastic bag on the seat.. And.. Hahah. I covered my waist with my jacket and discreetly slid the plastic bag under myself. If I had to go poop, at least it wouldn’t be splattered all over my pants. And so I did eventually poop and this horrible smell just enveloped the bus and a bunch of kids were making jokes about the smell inside the bus. A parent saw me, with my face red, and I didn’t say anything. She let me go into the bus bathroom where I wiped my ass with paper tow! els and hand sanitizer. And so the bus finally stopped and everyone got out, I hid in the bathroom not really knowing where to go. So then the bus driver and the parent who had sent me to the bathroom were now driving me to Long’s to get diarrhea medicine and some clothes to change into. Well, the parent went with me to get the clothes and medicine and that left the bus driver to clean up my mess.

Most embarrassing moment of my life.

Originally posted 2011-09-27 02:57:43.


Roller Pooping – Damn You Buckles

Friday, 27 September 2013

When I was in 4th grade I was roller blading in the cul de sac outside my house with some friends. I had to poop, but I thought I could hold it. Eventually there was no stopping it. I roller bladed to my front lawn as fast as I could and sat down to take the rollerblades off. I looked at my rollerblades and realized there were about ten straps and buckles to be undone, there was no time, but there was no way. In a valiant effort I began a suicide mission, as I clicked the first buckle, it was over. I had crapped my pants, my camouflage pants were soiled, and I would never forget the day when I couldn’t get my rollerblades off fast enough.

Originally posted 2011-09-26 03:55:55.


I shit my pants in the toy store

Wednesday, 25 September 2013

I wanted a yo yo and my mom was cool enough to bring me to a toy store when I was in the 6th grade. Shortly after I started getting those pre diareah cramps. the yo-yos were near the counter in the front of the store, but I wen’t towards the back to get some space, I knew there wasn’t much I could do.. I clenched my cheeks and tried to get my mind off the situation. I was checking out some safari animal toys and thats about when I shit in my pants. Once you start shitting in your pants you don’t even bother holding the rest in, I shit myself completly.

I can’t remember if i got the yo yo I just remember laying down in the back of my moms Ford windstar with shitty pant legs

Originally posted 2011-09-24 14:52:44.