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I was very uneasy about using school toilets so if I needed a poo I would just try and hold it in till home time but couldn't always prevent a bit coming out into my pants. If you were lucky you could get away with it if you could stay seated for the rest of the day and then hope that no-one noticed at break time or on occasions when you did have to walk around the classroom, and on the days when it was obvious you'd hope nobody said anything to you about it. A few times I got comments about it which was always really embarrassing.

Do you mean hide while actually doing a poo or afterwards? Often if I'd pooed my pants I would keep out of the way for as long as possible to avoid being discovered, if it happened at home. I stayed in my room playing for hours sometimes, until I had to go down.

I pooed myself about 6 hours ago. I didn't go at all yesterday, so this morning it was quite a strong urge. I managed to hold it back but inevitably some poo came out into my pants. After that though the urge eased off. I've been sitting on it pretty much ever since then.

Yes, time seemed to stretch interminably throughout the whole ordeal, you clearly know what it was like. I certainly spent many contented hours playing alone almost forgetting that I was soiled and smelly but would then freeze in terror when my mum came near me and the awareness that I had dirty pants on would instantly return to the forefront of my consciousness.

Yes it's a funny thing looking back but I never really ever attempted to clean myself up and would always wait till my mum intervened, at least until I was a bit older, though as you correctly assume on this occasion everything was all sort of squished together so not something I would've been tempted to tackle myself. Also, I was never unduly perturbed about being in dirty pants, it was almost the norm for me and I imagine even at this age I probably enjoyed the sensation. I was soiling myself regularly until well into my teens as a result of the fixation I had with holding, plus issues around constipation etc, but yes it had by this point certainly become something I was doing on purpose.

A few to choose from but the winner would be the time I was out shopping with my mum and sister in a supermarket. I was about 10 years old. I'd needed a poo for a while and figured I'd be able to hold it but all of a sudden there was a big urge - I stopped, eyes watering, trying to hold it in, but before I knew it I'd pooed my pants. I stood there almost rigid with panic while it happened. It was very firm poo that I knew would be bulging the seat of my trousers out, so I took off my jumper and tied it around my waist to conceal it, but my mum had of course realised straight away what had happened and reached under the jumper to administer a few pats to check the damage, muttering under her breath. I waddled around rather shamefacedly for the next hour or so, aware that I was getting a lot of knowing looks from other shoppers. We had come on the free bus that was put on in those days and I stood in the queue for home trying to manoeuvre so that no-one was standing directly behind me, and then on the bus itself there was the ordeal of sitting there aware that all the other passengers could smell me and that I was the general topic of conversation (one older lady said to her companion that I was 'big to have filled his pants' and I heard the phrase 'pooed his pants' once or twice). At home I expected a telling off from my mum but oddly enough it didn't come, and I recall trying to curry favour by helping her put the shopping away. She didn't change me either, and I went off to my room to play on my own - in fact I'm sure I was still dirty while having my tea a few hours later.

I pooed in my pull-up about 3 hours ago while doing housework. Nothing too severe and it seems to be quite firm and dry. I'm pretty smelly by now though and my pull-up looks a bit saggy in the back.

Toilet phobia certainly played a part, but there was undoubtedly an element even from an early age of enjoying it. Whenever someone smelt me I would feel tremendous embarrassment but also a kind of innocent excitement, and on occasion I would even tell my sister I'd pooed my pants as I wanted someone to know, to ask me about it, to tease me etc. My mum would usually clean me up in the bathroom. standing up, and this usually happened towards bedtime so I often spent most of the day dirty. Eventually of course I started cleaning myself up and my mum would just get me a pair of clean pants out and leave her involvement at that.

I was a bit similar, I would often spend the morning playing in my room constantly ignoring the need for a poo, and after a while almost without realising it I'd soiled myself, usually in a fairly small way. I would then remain in my room as long as possible to put off the inevitable discovery of what I'd done. Eventually my mum would come to find me and instantly make a remark along the lines of "pooh it stinks in here have you filled your pants again?" before coming to check me.

If my mum suspected I'd had an accident she would ask me if I'd "done something" or, embarrassingly, if I'd "filled my pants". She would often follow up the question by either patting my behind or bending down and sniffing it to confirm her suspicions. My sister would just make a statement: "you've pooed your pants". She herself had a wetting problem and that would be referred to usually as her having "weed her knickers". When I got a bit older my mum would euphemistically ask me "do you need some clean pants?", to which I would always respond in the negative even when I did!

Yes, I pooed my pants frequently and enjoyed the feeling of wearing dirty underwear. Strangely perhaps I also enjoyed how it smelt, especially after a few hours. In contrast to the majority of comments here I didn't really try and hide the fact, and although I generally kept out of the way as much as possible, usually playing on my own in my room, I was also aware that at some point my mum would smell me and I took no particular steps to evade this discovery (as a rule it didn't make a lot of difference as she wouldn't normally clean me up till later), and nor was I particularly bothered about being smelt by my sister. It was only about 10 years ago that I started experimenting with diapers and to this day if I'm not wearing a nappy or a pull-up I can't be trusted to keep my underpants clean.

I was similar and in fact I never once used the toilets at school to do a poo. Not once! The cubicles were open at the top and bottom and I was afraid that if I was sitting on the toilet someone would peer over and notice that my underpants were dirty, so I preferred to try and hold on till home time. though usually by then I had at least slightly soiled myself.

Diapers in those days would've meant a bulky pinned terry-cloth, which would've made me a laughing stock, so the prospect worried me. I assumed that no-one else my age soiled their pants and just the word nappies made me embarrassed as I was pretty self-conscious about my soiling. Had some of the more discreet pull-ups you can get now been available then it would've made sense though. Much later, of course, I put myself back in nappies!

I wasn't very successful at holding it, for sure! I tended to get a bit of constipation and some days there would be no poo at all, the next day a very big hard one straining to get out and me straining to keep it in! Did anyone ever say anything to you about it? I often got asked why I smelt of poo.

I was out of nappies by then, but my mum did often threaten to make me wear them again if I continued to poo in my pants.

Yes, my pants ended up with some sort of poo stain in them every day pretty much, usually a smallish lump which would get squashed in there and make a mess. It was mainly due to me trying to hold my poo in. I was very embarrassed about this problem and my mum would frequently get angry, understandably as she had to wash them. Probably about once a fortnight a bigger soiling would occur, usually at home, occasionally at school, and once when I was about 10 years old in a supermarket while out shopping with my mum and sister. I felt massively self-conscious on that occasion and got a lot of looks from people in the shop and on the bus home.

Apparently when I was younger and I wanted to poo I would go and stand in a corner facing the wall and then fill my nappy (or pants), and sometimes I still do this!

I pooed my pants regularly at school because I had a fear of using the toilets, so I would try and hold my poo in all day. What usually happened was that a small amount would come out each time I got an urge, and over the course of the day it would build up. Quite often the smell would become very noticeable and would sometimes be remarked upon. Because most of the day would be spent sitting down it would become flattened in my pants, but I would always be worried at break times that there would be visible evidence on the seat of my trousers that I'd pooed myself, so I would usually stand against a wall. In class I would often tie my jumper around my waist to conceal my backside, and generally I would sit there praying for home time to arrive and that meanwhile nobody said anything about it.

There wasn’t really a time when I didn’t poo my pants. I used to try and hold my poo in but what usually happened was that each time the urge came on a little bit of poo would come out in my pants, and it would gradually build up throughout the day. It would get all flattened and dried against my pants, which I would then hide in various places to delay them being discovered. As I got older I stopped hiding them and put them in the wash basket, carefully wadded up and pushed to the bottom. The first unambiguously deliberate incident happened when I was about 6 or 7. I actually went into the bathroom but then instead of sitting on the toilet I just stood there and did this big poo in my pants! I panicked a bit and wondered what to do next. I went and ‘hid’ in my room for a while before deciding that my mum needed to know what I’d done, so I went downstairs and hung about sheepishly in the kitchen, trying to keep my back against the wall so she wouldn’t see the bulge. I knew she could smell me but she didn’t really say much, and I’m pretty sure I wasn’t cleaned up till much later on in the day.