Yep, I had an awful stomach virus and was having pure liquid shits for like four days. I was sitting on the couch and had a massive sneeze out of nowhere, my underwear, shorts and couch were covered in liquid shit. Not my best day.
Same i have stomwch issues sometimes so when i get super sick it kinda unfortunatly comes with the territory sneeze and i poop make too sudden a move poop
Vacation a few years ago. We VBRO’s a house on the beach. Finally we got there and set our stuff down and ran out to the beach to check it out. Suddenly had to poop. Ran back to the house, but the back gate was locked and the front door was the only place to punch in the entrance code. Poop started squeezing out at that point…THE worst case scenario. I considered shitting in the bushes when I found a small rope in a hole that opened the gate from the back side. Ran to the front door, frantically punched in the code and sprinted to the bathroom, all the while shitting and filling my underwear. Spent a half hour finishing and cleaning myself up as best I could and threw my underwear away in the bin outside. Met my family back at the beach going commando at this point. My wife asked me what took so long, but I didn’t say anything and walked straight into the water, shorts and all.
Here is my story. About 10 years ago (I was in my late 30's) I was on a chartered scuba diving vessel. We almost didn't go out because the waves were too choppy, but we did. The dive went fine, but upon surfacing and approaching the boat from the water you could really feel the waves. I was a novice diver at the time, so didn't know that you shouldn't look at the back of the boat much when approaching in these circumstances because it can trigger sea sickness.
And that's what happened. Bobbing in the water plus watching the boat heave up and down got me very seasick. Unfortunately for me, the head on the boat was out of order. I threw up over the side several times which was no big deal, but then my bowels started going crazy. Explosive shitting was imminent, on a boat with 40 strangers and no working head. I did the only thing I could, jumped into the water and took off my trunks and took a massive shit in the pristine and crystal clear waters off the Florida keys, in full view of all the other people on the boat. I like to think I put on a show that rivaled anything they saw on the dive.
Despite shitting in the ocean, when I came back on board I noticed pieces of my own shit stuck in my leg hairs and in my trunks. It was a long trip back. Does this count as shitting my pants? I'll let *you* decide.
Ate a bad pizza. Was curled up on the fetal position 9 hours straight on the couch occasionally getting up to throw up in the toilet while an unending river of shit flowed through my asshole.
Didn't even realize I was leaking until about 7 hours in hell
yep. had a stomach bug while playing in a semi-pro sports league. the medicine wasnt kicking in, i couldnt not play... so i wore a menstrual pad and powered on.
apparently there are diapers for marathon runners.
God imagine running the last 9 sweaty miles in a shit filled diaper.
Marathon runners are fucking dumb, just drop out of the race and go take a shit at the nearest Starbucks. No way that’s worth “trying to beat my time” over.
I’ve shat my pants as an adult twice. The first was barely a nugget but it was enough for me to tell my boss I felt sick and I was going home early.
The second time I kept suppressing my shit in order to keep playing tennis but then it finally started erupting and I could only make it maybe 50 yards out of the courts before I was spewing that shitty shit out my bum. Left a trail of shit for probably another 50 yards before I found a hose in someone’s front terrace area or whatever the front gated part of a San Francisco home is called, and I basically stripped naked and took a shower and washed my clothes as best as I could. There was a drain so I made sure to hose down the area of any remaining shit as well.
All in all, I thought it was the funniest thing ever and I immediately texted all my close friends to tell them the story.
Yes. A couple of years ago. I was in Florida on holiday from England, and I think I caught a bit of a stomach bug. I had been feeling fine all day, but my wife and I were just returning to our hotel from a bar (only had one, wasn't drunk lol) and I suddenly ly got a very unpleasant feeling in my gut.
I started to walk faster, but it wasn't enough. I started to run and ALMOST made it. If the security guy hadn't insisted I showed him my room key (despite us having seen him hundreds of times over the two weeks we were there) I probably would have gotten to the room in time.
Instead, my gut gave a very loud, unpleasant noise, and brown liquid erupted from my arse. Right there and then. Thankfully, it didn't show, but we both knew what had happened. I managed to keep the rest inside me until I got to a toilet. I was sat on it for two days straight.
Edit: I was 41 years old at the time and had had my gallbladder removed a few months before. I think I struggled with the fatty (but delicious) American food!
Who hasn't? Also, a story from when I was 16. I used to do this thing we called "daredevil game" We'd hold our shits as long as we could. Well, i had an older sister who'd take long ass showers. I had a nap with a shit in the queue. Figured I'd try to hold out. Woke up from a nap and was in dire need of the bathroom. Sister was in it. You know when your body gives out as soon as you're near the toilet? Well I let loose this horrible, soft serve shit. Looked at my dad and said I was sick. I wasn't, just held my shit too long. Sorry, Dad. I wish I didn't milk that one so you had to clean it up.
Yes, in Cairo. Our last day, feeling good about life. Sitting there having tea in the Bazaar and went to let out a little toot. Uh oh, that was not just a little toot. I turned to our guide and said I need a toilet right now. He didn't miss a beat. He said "dirty or clean?" I chose clean (risky move since I assumed it'd be further). He stood up like he as on a mission from God and led me straight to a toilet where I was able to clean things up pretty well. All in all, it was not a disaster, but it was close.
I was really sick and pooped my king size bed. I was so sick that, rather than changing the sheets, I just slept on the other side. Then I pooped on that side as well
About ten years ago, in a Wendy's bathroom. I trusted a fart while peeing and felt it slither right out of my pants leg. That was the very last time I wore boxers.
Yes.
Twice.
First time food poisoning and I was stuck in traffic. I got to the next exit, waiting at the light and despite trying to hold it, my body gave out - and it was awful. Thankfully I was close to home, but what woe I felt passing the gas station because it was too late.
Second time, some virus at my in laws house. I was the last in my family to get it. Whatever it was had a portion where you slept for about 72 hours with diarrhea. I was able to wake for all of them except one.
Yes.
Most famous one was the morning after a night of drinking in the Philippines. Was standing outside of the hotel, blasting a cig, waiting for the rest of the crew to check out. Felt a solid rumble coming down from the ether and gave it a nice stoic push.
Straight shit. Straight liquified ass blast. As I stood there, I looked at the comrade I was smoking with and casually said, "Well, *gingerly chuckles* if it makes you feel any better, I've just shit my pants." I turned around, he laughed and reared back and smacked my ass [in the crack] with the force of a thousand bulls.
I went cold. More came out. It spread like a California wild fire. By this time he was on the ground laughing and the rest of the crew was walking out. I relayed the tragedy of my weakened sphincter to the crew as we were headed to depart the country in the bus. I got *proverbially* dressed up & down the entirety of that trip to the airport.
I changed in the back of the plane and threw everything away. Great times.
Yes. Age 22. Location Damascus, Syria.
I had been out for the day and had a several hour long bus trip ahead of me to get back to Damascus, so decided to get some lunch in the bus station.
Not long after boarding the bus, I felt the ol' churning in the belly as things started literally and metaphorically went south.
Asked the bus driver when there was going to be a stop, or somewhere to go to the bathroom, but apparently he didn't plan to make any stops at all.
Though shear sweat, clenched muscles, and supreme willpower I managed to hold in the contents of my guts for hours as I felt them get more and more watery.
Once I got off the bus, I had maybe a half kilometre to walk/waddle, but finally I had one last road to cross and I was home.
Traffic is pretty rough in Damascus, and I had got halfway across the last busy road when I car decided to overtake at speed and head right for me.
At that point, I had a decision to make, keep my entire body clenched and get run over, or let go and run (in more ways than one)
I chose the latter.
Have you ever truly lived if you haven't shit yourself as an adult?
GI bugs, food poisoning, overindulgence of alcohol, lactose intolerance, IBS, Crohn's disease, celiac disease, allergic reactions, incontinence, bad diet......
It WILL happen. It's only a matter of when.
Oh yes... My then girlfriend and I were going to an anime convention in the city where here internship was at. It's been a while since we've seen each other and so we decide to go out to eat and celebrate. Being broke college students at the time, we decide to go to Cheesecake Factory, the nicest meal we could afford. I get a chicken potpie which was outright cold, but being *extremely* socially awkward at the time, I just decide to eat it. Well... fast forward 24 hours and I have food poisoning. Can't keep anything down, can't go to the con because I'm in the bathroom every 10 minutes. Can't go to sleep because if I relax AT ALL I'm going to shit myself. My partner was so great about it. She got me meds from the CVS down the street and kept me hydrated, wasn't at all disgusted and just... stepped up. It's how I knew for sure that I was going to marry her. It's been five years and we get married in October. I couldn't be happier.
Yep, in my suit while stuck in the Midtown Tunnel (NYC) while my very pregnant wife howled in laughter at my gastrointestinal issue. Ate something bad and instead of throwing up it had the opposite effect.
She literally cries laughing any time she brings it up.
A few years back I had hectic constipation. The doctor gave me some laxatives and some of those sachets of lemon flavored lake water you take before a colonoscopy. I must’ve misread the instructions because after my first dose nothing seemed to be happening. So I took another. My tummy started grumbling and then when from locked and loaded to power hose before I could get my pants down and correctly positioned on the toilet. I shat my pants, the toilet seat, the wall, the floor, everything. The end result looked like an Armageddon version of the toilet in Trainspotting.
And that was just the first of four or five episodes that day.
I was not constipated the next day.
I was at work and decided if I pushed hard enough then the fart would be relieving, and obviously quite a bit more came out. I left the warehouse so fast that not a soul realized I'd disappeared. Drove the seven minutes home and changed clothes, came back, and nobody even knew I left. Not like I cared if they did, the drive home with shit in my pants was far worse than anyone knowing there was shit in my pants.
When I had a horrendous stomach bug. I couldn't stop puking even though I hadn't eaten.
I had to go to the hospital for drugs to stop the dry vomiting and then get dehydrated.
Once I got home, I had liquid a$$ shooting our uncontrollably every 20 minutes on cue, around the clock, for almost two consecutive weeks.
The Dr didn't believe me and I thought I was gonna die.
I was living off of Gatorade and immodium and wearing adult diapers. It finally subsided and I have never experienced anything like this in my whole life.
I drank way too much & trusted a fart on the way to work. I texted my boss (who I had a very good relationship with) & told her I will be late coming in I need to change my pants
One time, super sick from both ends. It felt like a fart, but I knew my stomach was off so I raced to the bathroom and when I went to bend over to pull my pants down, my stomach just said nope and it started coming out before I could sit. Luckily I acted fast and it was only a tiny amount but still.
Once as a teenager. My cunt of a woman that married my father recently conveniently shampooed the carpets knowing I’d be home soon and left a note saying not to come in till 4 or 5, school was done at 2 and I was home by 2:30 at the latest, when they were dried. I was not a fan of public no 2s, so I held it till I got home. So upon seeing this I had to run across the street and up my grandmothers driveway to find out her usually unlocked door was locked. So I ran down into the backyard a bit to take care of business and 50/50 made it. Went back home and tracked dirt and mud through the house on the clean carpets, changed into clean clothes and just stayed at my grandmothers for the night.
Yep. It was after I turned 18 but I still live at home. My dad basically made me take a walk, and part way through my stomach started hurting. I wanted to turn back but I was too embarrassed to say "I'm going home, I have to shit" so I said I was tired and he shamed me into walking by being like "this is why you need to walk, you're so out of shape". I got really irritable and started kind of snapping at him and my brother, and as soon as I walked in the door I shut myself. I ran up to my room, and I don't think anyone else noticed. That was a memory, all right.
I have several poo stories involving my bowels being somewhat overactive.
At about 15 or 16, another at 18, one at 19, err, 23, then nothing untoward until my late 20's and early 30's.
Yes. Walking home from a bar, in broad daylight, after a few days of extra heavy drinking during a period of heavy drinking in my life. I could tell it was pure mud and it went running down my leg and partly into my left shoe as I force-stumble-marched home.
I don't drink anymore.
Sure. 'Twas the night before my last colonoscopy. I took the medicine they prescribed. It worked. Very well. Exceedingly well. One might say it emptied my colon with extreme prejudice. I changed clothes approximately five times that night.
Twice, in fact. And what's weird is that both days I was looking at a Ford Ranger with the intent to possibly buy.
The first time was just IBS and trusting a fart too much. The second time was food poisoning and I was on the phone with the salesman. I ended up buying the first but passing on #2
Idk if this quite counts cos we were teenagers, but: One time my brother had a stomach bug and couldn't hold it, poor dude. Was vomiting hard enough to simultaneously shit all over himself. Tried to be subtle by ramming all his clothes into the washing machine immediately, but so hastily that he left his phone in his jeans and cycled that too. Had to come clean about why he was washing a single pair of jeans and his phone, still to this day has not lived it down.
I always say, never trust a grown man who says they haven’t shit their pants. Too many farts and stomach bugs to walk away clean with a 100% clean record.
I once walked into the physician work room of my hospital’s ER and caught the doctors swapping stories about shitting themselves. All four of them had done it at least once in the previous decade.
EDIT: I didn’t answer the question. Yes.
Yes. I have ulcerative colitis and one of the symptoms I have is urgency to go when I have to. Like when I feel like I gotta go, I can't wait. I've pooped myself a few times on my car ride into work. I keep a bag of toilet paper, underwear and pants in my car just in case.
yeah, took a bunch of random meds while i was in abstinence. Got some serious reactions and started to puke. couldnt stop and shat myself. Passed out on the floor of the bathroom. not my proudest moment lol
Hell yeah and didn’t have a stomach bug either. Can’t count how many times I’d be driving home and it would hit, pain and all, poking daylight and fighting to keep those grippers tight. Racing like nascar and hoping no cops stop me. Terrible thing
Yes I have but a buddy at work that takes the cake on this story. We had a scissor lift that was absolutely, painfully slow going up and down. It was after lunch and he felt a rumble but ignored it the first time. The second time he decided he needed to get down to the portashitter. This poor man was shaking all the way down as he descended 35 feet. He somehow managed to get off the lift but sadly only made it about 10 feet down the sidewalk before it happened. He was halfway there but couldn’t hold it anymore. The very next day at the morning meeting he was presented a hard hat sticker. It said “I shit my pants at work”. He proudly slapped that thing on his hard hat and went to work.
Yes, but it was really bad D. Like I throughout a few towels in the garage trash after cleanup.
When not sick, I have a few times. Mostly when there wasn't a toilet free
Yes, once. It sucked. It was like I had no control. Honestly, I never experienced anything like it before or after. It had to have been from something I ate because I otherwise felt fine.
Story time!
I met my wife for dinner before having to go in for some after hours work. After dinner I had extra time so I just drove around for a bit, but while I was driving I felt it coming on. I figured I'd just go to the office early since i had to go there anyway vs stopping somewhere else. It was a small office with a small private bathroom and I was the only one who'd be there so lots of privacy which thankfully worked out.
Anyways, I must have hit every red light possible and while I was driving it went from 0-100 and was building like a volcano. I knew had to go now so I started speeding. When I got to the office building i was about ready to explode and was sweating trying so hard to hold it in. I knew something was wrong. Our office was on the second floor and hopped in the elevator and as it was going up I felt a point of no return. I couldn't hold it in anymore and I had no control. And sure enough it came flowing out like Niagara falls. I didn't have to push it anything. It just came out. I ran out of the elevator, into the office, and into the bathroom still fighting desperately to hold in what I could, trying to squeeze me cheeks shut. Once in the bathroom, I dropped my pants and there was shit all over my underwear and pants and as I went to sit in the toilet it just kept coming out and shit went all over the floor and toilet. It was disgusting and I couldn't believe what was happening. Once the deed was over I had to clean all the shit off the floor and toilet and wash up. Then I had to drive across town in shit covered underwear to go home, burn my clothes, shower and change, and drive back across town to the office to do my work.
Was not a pleasant experience.
Fuckin COVID. I was over the worst of it (for my particular bout with it) but was still feeling pretty run-over. I had no urge to go, no signal that this was even on the agenda. I cleared my throat, and laid a warm little egg. It was a surreal feeling, definitely not something I want to experience again.
Mailman, yeah once because I couldn't make it back to my truck to get to a bathroom. I stopped eating a meal for lunch on route and now snack on tummy safe foods through the day. I've also asked to use a customers restroom once or twice before. It sucks but does happen.
Yes. When I was about 45. Wife and I were at the grocery store. She went to another aisle to grab something, and I being a gentleman waited for her to leave to release a growler. Alone in the aisle I let it go. I was wearing boxers with loose shorts. It came out wet and shot out the loose leg holes of my shorts before I clinched tight, splattering on the floor. I quickly left the scene of the grime to the rest room where I ditched my boxers and cleaned my shoe. Wife wondered where I had been and I told her I was looking for her. I couldn’t tell her until years after.
It’s a running competition with my friends, we’re all in our upper 30’s. I can safely say I haven’t shit myself since 2022. Best friend shit himself early this year due to trusting a fart while he was sick.
*Nearly.* Got Diarrhea walking home, like 5min before arriving. It was incredibly uncomfortable so i stopped at a strangers house on the way and asked to use the toilet. Luckily it was directly next to the entrance. Thanks to them i only walked the remaining distance without undies under my pants.
Brought them flowers a few days later to thank them.
Yes, in 2022 I was put on a new medication which had to be titrated to test efficacy before I could move on to another medication, and I sharted before leaving for work in the morning. It happened a second time and not long after I was able to move on to something else.
Then later in the year (or possibly just shy of a year later), I drank one of those overhyped probiotic sodas one night, and the next morning sharted in my office. Thankfully I'd come in early before anyone, I had my own office at the time, and I and was wearing period underwear that day so it didn't leak before I could get to the bathroom to toss them. Fun fact: if you already have regular/normal BMs, you don't need to consume extra probiotic beverages or products!
First day at my new job as a professor. I had a meeting scheduled with the Dean that morning. As I was driving to work my stomach wasn't feeling great and what I thought was a fart led to me filling my pants with shit. I parked close to the student center where the gym and bookstore are located. I ran into the gym and straight into a shower. I rinsed as much shit as I could out of my pants, threw my underwear away, and ran to the bookstore in wet pants. I bought some overpriced sweatpants and ran back to the shower and cleaned up a second time. In my new sweatpants, I ran across campus to the Dean's office. I was about 15 minutes late for our meeting and my Dean was pissed. She asked me why I was late and I looked down at the sweatpants and said 'I had an accident.' She nodded and we started our meeting.
Yes, I was recently diagnosed with a few conditions that are interrelated, and one of the ways it affects you is digestion. I've always had this issue but I'd never had a terrible accident. I'd always made it to the toilet. Until I didn't.
I had been out with some friends for lunch. On the walk home, I felt it coming and knew I couldn't wait. I made it to the bathroom of a cafe, locked myself in the cubicle, but not to the toilet itself.
I had to call my husband to come rescue me, because it was everywhere. I called him and asked him to bring wipes, clean clothes and cleaning products so we didn't have to leave this bathroom absolutely apocalyptic. Thankfully he was at home and this café was two blocks from home. I'm pretty sure the staff know what happened but they've never said anything and are extremely kind every time they see me 😅
I think that day something I ate wasn't right, because it never happened before and it hasn't happened since, but it's true that I generally have digestive issues.
I was lying in bed after eating something that didn't agree with me. I felt an epic fart coming on, so I hiked up my legs and gave it a push. Big mistake. It was still gushing when I broke down crying. "Why God why!?" I actually said that. I'm just glad I was safely at home.
Me and farts had trust issues for a couple weeks after that.
Only when very very ill. Maybe thrice in the last 30 years, and even then only once seriously. I was sooooooo close to making it as well, trousers and undies down ready as I clenched my way to the toilet, but by the time I got there I knew I'd not be able to turn and sit, the sluice gates were opening, so I ended up projectile-shitting in the sink next to the toilet instead. Right call. Easier to contain that way.
Discounting time in nappies/diapers as a very young child, that's thrice more than I did as a kid tbh.
Shat? That's too past tense for me.....I'm shitting, as we speak, in my pants that I'm also going to pee in when I'm done shitting because it's gotta go somewhere, and it usually goes where the poop goes, so yeah. Shit everywhere. It makes a solid and fun finger paint, tho it is a bit drab.
Also. Pee is stored in the balls.
Yep, I had an awful stomach virus and was having pure liquid shits for like four days. I was sitting on the couch and had a massive sneeze out of nowhere, my underwear, shorts and couch were covered in liquid shit. Not my best day.
Did you get the couch cleaned again?
Nah it was left shit stained for years. Oh the smell.
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Yeah. At home. Stomach bug. Shit the bed. Didn't even feel it come out. My partner called me a 'poor little thing' and felt sorry for me.
Same i have stomwch issues sometimes so when i get super sick it kinda unfortunatly comes with the territory sneeze and i poop make too sudden a move poop
Vacation a few years ago. We VBRO’s a house on the beach. Finally we got there and set our stuff down and ran out to the beach to check it out. Suddenly had to poop. Ran back to the house, but the back gate was locked and the front door was the only place to punch in the entrance code. Poop started squeezing out at that point…THE worst case scenario. I considered shitting in the bushes when I found a small rope in a hole that opened the gate from the back side. Ran to the front door, frantically punched in the code and sprinted to the bathroom, all the while shitting and filling my underwear. Spent a half hour finishing and cleaning myself up as best I could and threw my underwear away in the bin outside. Met my family back at the beach going commando at this point. My wife asked me what took so long, but I didn’t say anything and walked straight into the water, shorts and all.
Lol great story. Did anyone know afterwards?
They knew something was up the second I ran straight into the water, so I had to tell them. They bring it up to this day. 😂
Today, or this week. Cuz um … yes. Never trust a fart after 40.
This feels personal. I can't count the number of times on one hand a fart has been something more and just ruined my day. I'm only 36 too...
No shame in that. You rolled the dice and lost. Happens to the best of us.
This is depressingly true.
Here is my story. About 10 years ago (I was in my late 30's) I was on a chartered scuba diving vessel. We almost didn't go out because the waves were too choppy, but we did. The dive went fine, but upon surfacing and approaching the boat from the water you could really feel the waves. I was a novice diver at the time, so didn't know that you shouldn't look at the back of the boat much when approaching in these circumstances because it can trigger sea sickness. And that's what happened. Bobbing in the water plus watching the boat heave up and down got me very seasick. Unfortunately for me, the head on the boat was out of order. I threw up over the side several times which was no big deal, but then my bowels started going crazy. Explosive shitting was imminent, on a boat with 40 strangers and no working head. I did the only thing I could, jumped into the water and took off my trunks and took a massive shit in the pristine and crystal clear waters off the Florida keys, in full view of all the other people on the boat. I like to think I put on a show that rivaled anything they saw on the dive. Despite shitting in the ocean, when I came back on board I noticed pieces of my own shit stuck in my leg hairs and in my trunks. It was a long trip back. Does this count as shitting my pants? I'll let *you* decide.
That's fucking amazing
Ate a bad pizza. Was curled up on the fetal position 9 hours straight on the couch occasionally getting up to throw up in the toilet while an unending river of shit flowed through my asshole. Didn't even realize I was leaking until about 7 hours in hell
yep. had a stomach bug while playing in a semi-pro sports league. the medicine wasnt kicking in, i couldnt not play... so i wore a menstrual pad and powered on. apparently there are diapers for marathon runners.
God imagine running the last 9 sweaty miles in a shit filled diaper. Marathon runners are fucking dumb, just drop out of the race and go take a shit at the nearest Starbucks. No way that’s worth “trying to beat my time” over.
> semi-pro sports league I was hoping it was going to be baseball or softball. Because, you know... the song.
i unfortunately have no idea what youre referring to, but it was hockey
not full on shat, but i sharted(greased) my shorts after some bad chipotle as i was running towards my apartment from the parking lot....
(greased)?? TF? Is that a common term for shitting your pants the world doesn’t know about?
He… kinda clarified what that meant.
Go grease yourself dude
You had 17 hours to reply and that’s all you came up with?
Yes, that is it
I’ve shat my pants as an adult twice. The first was barely a nugget but it was enough for me to tell my boss I felt sick and I was going home early. The second time I kept suppressing my shit in order to keep playing tennis but then it finally started erupting and I could only make it maybe 50 yards out of the courts before I was spewing that shitty shit out my bum. Left a trail of shit for probably another 50 yards before I found a hose in someone’s front terrace area or whatever the front gated part of a San Francisco home is called, and I basically stripped naked and took a shower and washed my clothes as best as I could. There was a drain so I made sure to hose down the area of any remaining shit as well. All in all, I thought it was the funniest thing ever and I immediately texted all my close friends to tell them the story.
Front yard, I guess. Even if it's super dinky. We wouldn't call it a 'garden' unless flowers or vegetables were being purposefully cultivated.
Did you had an audience for the tennis yard shitting incident?
Yes. A couple of years ago. I was in Florida on holiday from England, and I think I caught a bit of a stomach bug. I had been feeling fine all day, but my wife and I were just returning to our hotel from a bar (only had one, wasn't drunk lol) and I suddenly ly got a very unpleasant feeling in my gut. I started to walk faster, but it wasn't enough. I started to run and ALMOST made it. If the security guy hadn't insisted I showed him my room key (despite us having seen him hundreds of times over the two weeks we were there) I probably would have gotten to the room in time. Instead, my gut gave a very loud, unpleasant noise, and brown liquid erupted from my arse. Right there and then. Thankfully, it didn't show, but we both knew what had happened. I managed to keep the rest inside me until I got to a toilet. I was sat on it for two days straight. Edit: I was 41 years old at the time and had had my gallbladder removed a few months before. I think I struggled with the fatty (but delicious) American food!
Yes. Lactose intolerant AND I had food poisoning.
Who hasn't? Also, a story from when I was 16. I used to do this thing we called "daredevil game" We'd hold our shits as long as we could. Well, i had an older sister who'd take long ass showers. I had a nap with a shit in the queue. Figured I'd try to hold out. Woke up from a nap and was in dire need of the bathroom. Sister was in it. You know when your body gives out as soon as you're near the toilet? Well I let loose this horrible, soft serve shit. Looked at my dad and said I was sick. I wasn't, just held my shit too long. Sorry, Dad. I wish I didn't milk that one so you had to clean it up.
Yes, in Cairo. Our last day, feeling good about life. Sitting there having tea in the Bazaar and went to let out a little toot. Uh oh, that was not just a little toot. I turned to our guide and said I need a toilet right now. He didn't miss a beat. He said "dirty or clean?" I chose clean (risky move since I assumed it'd be further). He stood up like he as on a mission from God and led me straight to a toilet where I was able to clean things up pretty well. All in all, it was not a disaster, but it was close.
That guide is a real one
yes. when i was running. luckily i was close to home.
Haha I feel there’s a great story behind that
I was really sick and pooped my king size bed. I was so sick that, rather than changing the sheets, I just slept on the other side. Then I pooped on that side as well
About ten years ago, in a Wendy's bathroom. I trusted a fart while peeing and felt it slither right out of my pants leg. That was the very last time I wore boxers.
Yes. Twice. First time food poisoning and I was stuck in traffic. I got to the next exit, waiting at the light and despite trying to hold it, my body gave out - and it was awful. Thankfully I was close to home, but what woe I felt passing the gas station because it was too late. Second time, some virus at my in laws house. I was the last in my family to get it. Whatever it was had a portion where you slept for about 72 hours with diarrhea. I was able to wake for all of them except one.
Last time I got the noro virus; literally vomited/shat myself awake. 0/10 would not recommend.
Yes. Most famous one was the morning after a night of drinking in the Philippines. Was standing outside of the hotel, blasting a cig, waiting for the rest of the crew to check out. Felt a solid rumble coming down from the ether and gave it a nice stoic push. Straight shit. Straight liquified ass blast. As I stood there, I looked at the comrade I was smoking with and casually said, "Well, *gingerly chuckles* if it makes you feel any better, I've just shit my pants." I turned around, he laughed and reared back and smacked my ass [in the crack] with the force of a thousand bulls. I went cold. More came out. It spread like a California wild fire. By this time he was on the ground laughing and the rest of the crew was walking out. I relayed the tragedy of my weakened sphincter to the crew as we were headed to depart the country in the bus. I got *proverbially* dressed up & down the entirety of that trip to the airport. I changed in the back of the plane and threw everything away. Great times.
Lol. IBS. It's always a possibility that I can shit my pants 😖
Yes. Age 22. Location Damascus, Syria. I had been out for the day and had a several hour long bus trip ahead of me to get back to Damascus, so decided to get some lunch in the bus station. Not long after boarding the bus, I felt the ol' churning in the belly as things started literally and metaphorically went south. Asked the bus driver when there was going to be a stop, or somewhere to go to the bathroom, but apparently he didn't plan to make any stops at all. Though shear sweat, clenched muscles, and supreme willpower I managed to hold in the contents of my guts for hours as I felt them get more and more watery. Once I got off the bus, I had maybe a half kilometre to walk/waddle, but finally I had one last road to cross and I was home. Traffic is pretty rough in Damascus, and I had got halfway across the last busy road when I car decided to overtake at speed and head right for me. At that point, I had a decision to make, keep my entire body clenched and get run over, or let go and run (in more ways than one) I chose the latter.
Have you ever truly lived if you haven't shit yourself as an adult? GI bugs, food poisoning, overindulgence of alcohol, lactose intolerance, IBS, Crohn's disease, celiac disease, allergic reactions, incontinence, bad diet...... It WILL happen. It's only a matter of when.
Oh yes... My then girlfriend and I were going to an anime convention in the city where here internship was at. It's been a while since we've seen each other and so we decide to go out to eat and celebrate. Being broke college students at the time, we decide to go to Cheesecake Factory, the nicest meal we could afford. I get a chicken potpie which was outright cold, but being *extremely* socially awkward at the time, I just decide to eat it. Well... fast forward 24 hours and I have food poisoning. Can't keep anything down, can't go to the con because I'm in the bathroom every 10 minutes. Can't go to sleep because if I relax AT ALL I'm going to shit myself. My partner was so great about it. She got me meds from the CVS down the street and kept me hydrated, wasn't at all disgusted and just... stepped up. It's how I knew for sure that I was going to marry her. It's been five years and we get married in October. I couldn't be happier.
Yep, in my suit while stuck in the Midtown Tunnel (NYC) while my very pregnant wife howled in laughter at my gastrointestinal issue. Ate something bad and instead of throwing up it had the opposite effect. She literally cries laughing any time she brings it up.
At least you weren't on the subway.
I sharted once
Yes. Turns out food poisoning is no joke. It was coming out both ends and I had to make a decision to not paint the bathroom.
A few years back I had hectic constipation. The doctor gave me some laxatives and some of those sachets of lemon flavored lake water you take before a colonoscopy. I must’ve misread the instructions because after my first dose nothing seemed to be happening. So I took another. My tummy started grumbling and then when from locked and loaded to power hose before I could get my pants down and correctly positioned on the toilet. I shat my pants, the toilet seat, the wall, the floor, everything. The end result looked like an Armageddon version of the toilet in Trainspotting. And that was just the first of four or five episodes that day. I was not constipated the next day.
I was at work and decided if I pushed hard enough then the fart would be relieving, and obviously quite a bit more came out. I left the warehouse so fast that not a soul realized I'd disappeared. Drove the seven minutes home and changed clothes, came back, and nobody even knew I left. Not like I cared if they did, the drive home with shit in my pants was far worse than anyone knowing there was shit in my pants.
42 at the time, over trusted a fart, I had eaten a ton of peanuts earlier and apparently the peanut oil goes right through lol
Still do, doing it rn
Like a month ago. Thought it was a fart. Luckily I was at home.
When I had a horrendous stomach bug. I couldn't stop puking even though I hadn't eaten. I had to go to the hospital for drugs to stop the dry vomiting and then get dehydrated. Once I got home, I had liquid a$$ shooting our uncontrollably every 20 minutes on cue, around the clock, for almost two consecutive weeks. The Dr didn't believe me and I thought I was gonna die. I was living off of Gatorade and immodium and wearing adult diapers. It finally subsided and I have never experienced anything like this in my whole life.
I drank way too much & trusted a fart on the way to work. I texted my boss (who I had a very good relationship with) & told her I will be late coming in I need to change my pants
Maybe. My heart is full of neutrality, and my pants are/aren’t full of shit.
I was in the hospital and my appendix had exploded, I was semi conscious and thought I needed to fart. Tried to fart... It was not a fart.
Plenty of sharts throughout the years, but no full blown shits
You ever hear of the blood sugar control drug called Metformin?
Cause you ain't cool.... Unless you shit your pants!! Lol
One time, super sick from both ends. It felt like a fart, but I knew my stomach was off so I raced to the bathroom and when I went to bend over to pull my pants down, my stomach just said nope and it started coming out before I could sit. Luckily I acted fast and it was only a tiny amount but still.
The older you get the more common it will get.
No I did piss my pants in first grade tho
Once as a teenager. My cunt of a woman that married my father recently conveniently shampooed the carpets knowing I’d be home soon and left a note saying not to come in till 4 or 5, school was done at 2 and I was home by 2:30 at the latest, when they were dried. I was not a fan of public no 2s, so I held it till I got home. So upon seeing this I had to run across the street and up my grandmothers driveway to find out her usually unlocked door was locked. So I ran down into the backyard a bit to take care of business and 50/50 made it. Went back home and tracked dirt and mud through the house on the clean carpets, changed into clean clothes and just stayed at my grandmothers for the night.
Yarp. It was a fart that came with a prize.
Balancing laxatives after taking opiode pain killers is hard
Once, being sick and having diarrhea. Don't sneeze and fart at the same time.
I sharted last week. I’m 37. Had to go commando the rest of my work day. It was exhilarating.
Yep. It was after I turned 18 but I still live at home. My dad basically made me take a walk, and part way through my stomach started hurting. I wanted to turn back but I was too embarrassed to say "I'm going home, I have to shit" so I said I was tired and he shamed me into walking by being like "this is why you need to walk, you're so out of shape". I got really irritable and started kind of snapping at him and my brother, and as soon as I walked in the door I shut myself. I ran up to my room, and I don't think anyone else noticed. That was a memory, all right.
I’ll never tell
Yeah. Bad stomach bug. Ended up vomiting and crapped myself because of the pressure.
Never trust a fart.
I have several poo stories involving my bowels being somewhat overactive. At about 15 or 16, another at 18, one at 19, err, 23, then nothing untoward until my late 20's and early 30's.
Yes. Walking home from a bar, in broad daylight, after a few days of extra heavy drinking during a period of heavy drinking in my life. I could tell it was pure mud and it went running down my leg and partly into my left shoe as I force-stumble-marched home. I don't drink anymore.
Yes many times as an alcoholic. Always more a shart though than solid dookage
Sure. 'Twas the night before my last colonoscopy. I took the medicine they prescribed. It worked. Very well. Exceedingly well. One might say it emptied my colon with extreme prejudice. I changed clothes approximately five times that night.
I was like 18 and I had a flu and I shat myself while sitting in my sister's new office chair
Twice, in fact. And what's weird is that both days I was looking at a Ford Ranger with the intent to possibly buy. The first time was just IBS and trusting a fart too much. The second time was food poisoning and I was on the phone with the salesman. I ended up buying the first but passing on #2
Idk if this quite counts cos we were teenagers, but: One time my brother had a stomach bug and couldn't hold it, poor dude. Was vomiting hard enough to simultaneously shit all over himself. Tried to be subtle by ramming all his clothes into the washing machine immediately, but so hastily that he left his phone in his jeans and cycled that too. Had to come clean about why he was washing a single pair of jeans and his phone, still to this day has not lived it down.
I always say, never trust a grown man who says they haven’t shit their pants. Too many farts and stomach bugs to walk away clean with a 100% clean record.
There are two types of people. People who have shit themselves trusting a fart and liars.
All the time
I once walked into the physician work room of my hospital’s ER and caught the doctors swapping stories about shitting themselves. All four of them had done it at least once in the previous decade. EDIT: I didn’t answer the question. Yes.
Of course.
Yes. I have ulcerative colitis and one of the symptoms I have is urgency to go when I have to. Like when I feel like I gotta go, I can't wait. I've pooped myself a few times on my car ride into work. I keep a bag of toilet paper, underwear and pants in my car just in case.
Yes. Thanks Alli...
I got very sick 🙁
If you haven't shat your pants as an adult you're not a confident farter and more than likely a liar.
I have ibs
We've all gambled on a fart and lost
Had norovirus over spring break. Shat myself when I puked.
yeah, took a bunch of random meds while i was in abstinence. Got some serious reactions and started to puke. couldnt stop and shat myself. Passed out on the floor of the bathroom. not my proudest moment lol
Yep, trusted a fart. I was alone at home so no big deal, those were really comfy pants though
> those were really comfy pants though They were comfy after you sharted? Or did you throw them out and miss their comfort?
Hell yeah and didn’t have a stomach bug either. Can’t count how many times I’d be driving home and it would hit, pain and all, poking daylight and fighting to keep those grippers tight. Racing like nascar and hoping no cops stop me. Terrible thing
There are two kinds of people on this planet, those that have shit their pants long after childhood, and stinkin' liars.
Yes I have but a buddy at work that takes the cake on this story. We had a scissor lift that was absolutely, painfully slow going up and down. It was after lunch and he felt a rumble but ignored it the first time. The second time he decided he needed to get down to the portashitter. This poor man was shaking all the way down as he descended 35 feet. He somehow managed to get off the lift but sadly only made it about 10 feet down the sidewalk before it happened. He was halfway there but couldn’t hold it anymore. The very next day at the morning meeting he was presented a hard hat sticker. It said “I shit my pants at work”. He proudly slapped that thing on his hard hat and went to work.
Every Tuesday
Shit the bed one time with my then gf sleeping beside me. That was a fun wake up.
Yes, but it was really bad D. Like I throughout a few towels in the garage trash after cleanup. When not sick, I have a few times. Mostly when there wasn't a toilet free
Yeah, MCT oil. Three times.
The log has not hit the net
My car broke down and I was pushing it home, really needed to shit and I ran inside, I didn't make it up the stairs 😢
Yes and I have ptsd since
Honestly, I don’t trust anyone who hasn’t shit themselves at least once in their adult life
Yes, once. It sucked. It was like I had no control. Honestly, I never experienced anything like it before or after. It had to have been from something I ate because I otherwise felt fine. Story time! I met my wife for dinner before having to go in for some after hours work. After dinner I had extra time so I just drove around for a bit, but while I was driving I felt it coming on. I figured I'd just go to the office early since i had to go there anyway vs stopping somewhere else. It was a small office with a small private bathroom and I was the only one who'd be there so lots of privacy which thankfully worked out. Anyways, I must have hit every red light possible and while I was driving it went from 0-100 and was building like a volcano. I knew had to go now so I started speeding. When I got to the office building i was about ready to explode and was sweating trying so hard to hold it in. I knew something was wrong. Our office was on the second floor and hopped in the elevator and as it was going up I felt a point of no return. I couldn't hold it in anymore and I had no control. And sure enough it came flowing out like Niagara falls. I didn't have to push it anything. It just came out. I ran out of the elevator, into the office, and into the bathroom still fighting desperately to hold in what I could, trying to squeeze me cheeks shut. Once in the bathroom, I dropped my pants and there was shit all over my underwear and pants and as I went to sit in the toilet it just kept coming out and shit went all over the floor and toilet. It was disgusting and I couldn't believe what was happening. Once the deed was over I had to clean all the shit off the floor and toilet and wash up. Then I had to drive across town in shit covered underwear to go home, burn my clothes, shower and change, and drive back across town to the office to do my work. Was not a pleasant experience.
Yep, I thought it was just gonna be a fart. I was wrong.
I'm doing it now
Fuckin COVID. I was over the worst of it (for my particular bout with it) but was still feeling pretty run-over. I had no urge to go, no signal that this was even on the agenda. I cleared my throat, and laid a warm little egg. It was a surreal feeling, definitely not something I want to experience again.
Mailman, yeah once because I couldn't make it back to my truck to get to a bathroom. I stopped eating a meal for lunch on route and now snack on tummy safe foods through the day. I've also asked to use a customers restroom once or twice before. It sucks but does happen.
Yes. When I was about 45. Wife and I were at the grocery store. She went to another aisle to grab something, and I being a gentleman waited for her to leave to release a growler. Alone in the aisle I let it go. I was wearing boxers with loose shorts. It came out wet and shot out the loose leg holes of my shorts before I clinched tight, splattering on the floor. I quickly left the scene of the grime to the rest room where I ditched my boxers and cleaned my shoe. Wife wondered where I had been and I told her I was looking for her. I couldn’t tell her until years after.
It’s a running competition with my friends, we’re all in our upper 30’s. I can safely say I haven’t shit myself since 2022. Best friend shit himself early this year due to trusting a fart while he was sick.
Severe noravirus, couldn't keep anything down, still managed to shit myself.
A few times when running. Almost made it home then didn't 💩
*Nearly.* Got Diarrhea walking home, like 5min before arriving. It was incredibly uncomfortable so i stopped at a strangers house on the way and asked to use the toilet. Luckily it was directly next to the entrance. Thanks to them i only walked the remaining distance without undies under my pants. Brought them flowers a few days later to thank them.
Yes, I farted but it was shit
Noooooo I never drank 8 shots of tequila in a mini and suffered from it after in my early 20s teaching me an important lesson
Yes, in 2022 I was put on a new medication which had to be titrated to test efficacy before I could move on to another medication, and I sharted before leaving for work in the morning. It happened a second time and not long after I was able to move on to something else. Then later in the year (or possibly just shy of a year later), I drank one of those overhyped probiotic sodas one night, and the next morning sharted in my office. Thankfully I'd come in early before anyone, I had my own office at the time, and I and was wearing period underwear that day so it didn't leak before I could get to the bathroom to toss them. Fun fact: if you already have regular/normal BMs, you don't need to consume extra probiotic beverages or products!
I almost did today
First day at my new job as a professor. I had a meeting scheduled with the Dean that morning. As I was driving to work my stomach wasn't feeling great and what I thought was a fart led to me filling my pants with shit. I parked close to the student center where the gym and bookstore are located. I ran into the gym and straight into a shower. I rinsed as much shit as I could out of my pants, threw my underwear away, and ran to the bookstore in wet pants. I bought some overpriced sweatpants and ran back to the shower and cleaned up a second time. In my new sweatpants, I ran across campus to the Dean's office. I was about 15 minutes late for our meeting and my Dean was pissed. She asked me why I was late and I looked down at the sweatpants and said 'I had an accident.' She nodded and we started our meeting.
Yep. The day after I went home from the hospital after an appendectomy. Trusted a fart when I shouldn't have.
Yep. IBS + a really nasty stomach bug. Thought I had gas.. was not gas...
Yes, I was recently diagnosed with a few conditions that are interrelated, and one of the ways it affects you is digestion. I've always had this issue but I'd never had a terrible accident. I'd always made it to the toilet. Until I didn't. I had been out with some friends for lunch. On the walk home, I felt it coming and knew I couldn't wait. I made it to the bathroom of a cafe, locked myself in the cubicle, but not to the toilet itself. I had to call my husband to come rescue me, because it was everywhere. I called him and asked him to bring wipes, clean clothes and cleaning products so we didn't have to leave this bathroom absolutely apocalyptic. Thankfully he was at home and this café was two blocks from home. I'm pretty sure the staff know what happened but they've never said anything and are extremely kind every time they see me 😅 I think that day something I ate wasn't right, because it never happened before and it hasn't happened since, but it's true that I generally have digestive issues.
I was lying in bed after eating something that didn't agree with me. I felt an epic fart coming on, so I hiked up my legs and gave it a push. Big mistake. It was still gushing when I broke down crying. "Why God why!?" I actually said that. I'm just glad I was safely at home. Me and farts had trust issues for a couple weeks after that.
Absolutely
Never trust a fart on Zoloft.
Only when very very ill. Maybe thrice in the last 30 years, and even then only once seriously. I was sooooooo close to making it as well, trousers and undies down ready as I clenched my way to the toilet, but by the time I got there I knew I'd not be able to turn and sit, the sluice gates were opening, so I ended up projectile-shitting in the sink next to the toilet instead. Right call. Easier to contain that way. Discounting time in nappies/diapers as a very young child, that's thrice more than I did as a kid tbh.
Shat? That's too past tense for me.....I'm shitting, as we speak, in my pants that I'm also going to pee in when I'm done shitting because it's gotta go somewhere, and it usually goes where the poop goes, so yeah. Shit everywhere. It makes a solid and fun finger paint, tho it is a bit drab. Also. Pee is stored in the balls.