Did you poop your pants as a kid?

[CrinklezDownUnder]

Definitely me. I think that’s how the whole thing started, like many people I was potty trained by 2-3, I never had accidents never wet the bed. But somewhere around 5 or 6 I wanted to poop my pants on purpose. Kids I used to play with & go to primary school with had a brother who didn’t go to school for some reason. One day they told me it’s because he poops his pants. So playing toys with him one day he stops sits up & poops his pants & then sits back down & keeps playing. He started to cry cause he said he felt embarrassed so I said now you don’t have to be & pooped my pants in front of him, we’ve both down it now. My god it felt so good just to poop my pants like that with out worrying about my mom catching me. After about half an hour his mom came in & asked James if he had an accident he said yes but so has mick, she looked at me & I just nodded, she smiled took me by the hand to the bathroom, showered me, washed & dried my clothes she asked me if it was an accident & I said no it was on purpose so James didn’t feel so bad. She asked me if I would do that again when we played & said I would. & so began my pooping/messing my pants. His mom would give me a pair of James underwear & pants to wear when I came over so I didn’t have to mess up my clothes, sometime she would put us in diapers & we would just play with our He-Man, Voltron, & transformers toys in nothing but a T-Shirt & diaper, that’s when I started to wet as well when we were diapered. This went on till I was about 7 maybe 8 & they moved away to Queensland & then started the sneaky phase, toilet paper stuffed in under pants then pooping in that flushing it & quickly showering. Until my mid teens when I started working part time &  the folks would go away & leave us more often I started buying Huggies Drynites for 15 year olds my god they were good & fit my slim frame perfectly. I still craved for those old style plastic diapers  but thought they were no longer made. I also thought I was the only possible one in the world that liked doing this, apart from my friend when I was little. Then I found DPF website & finally had a name for myself a Diaper Lover. In my 40s now still love to wear & use diapers specially Crinklz & still love to just mess my pants as well. 

[FreazY]

Yes, i can confidently say i have, on more than one occasion even.

I was very anxious, shy and scared as a child and even still as teenager, which resulted in me not wanting to go in contact with other people or use the bathroom anywhere else but at home. I would do everything in my power to hold it in and use foreign bathrooms, for example at my school, only at the very last moment, which resulted in me misjuding some bathroom-related situations in my childhood and therefore having accidents.

I remember one time, i was about 12 years old and on a field-trip with my school to go play laser-tag against other classes from our school. Already when we got told the rules and handed our gear, i felt the need to go potty, but decided as usual to hold it in. During the first few matches i had fun and enjoyed playing, until the lights of the room got dimmed at the start of the 3rd game, to make seeing the other players more difficult and the game even more interesting.

But being the stererotypical weird kid in my school, i was at my age still, afraid of the dark and in this round therefore closely following my teammates, while the urge to poop in my stomach grew stronger and stronger. During an especially fierce firefight, i had to quickly run to cover, lost my team during the process and soon found myself hiding alone in a little wooden shed. Because i was scared of the dark, i at first tried to just wait, until i could once again join one of my classmates who would evenutally come this way, but i soon realised, that i didnt have that much time and needed to find a toilet as soon as possible. My stomach was rumbling and hurting and it felt like i ate something wrong and was getting diarrhea, so despite my initial fear i got out of the little shed and went to go find a toilet, before it was too late.

After a few minutes of running around dark, arftifiacially built trenches and little houses i realised, that i was completely lost and didnt know the way back. Panic startet to rise in me, the urge to poop in my bowels was close to becoming unbearable and i desperately searched for the exit of the field. I was just running down a steep hill, when i overlooked a thin rope close above the ground, tripped and slammed face first hard into the ground. Already during my fall i could feel myself loosing control of my bowels, and immedialtely after the impact i began to poop and within a few seconds completely filled my pants with the squashy, warm contents of my bowels.

Immediately after my accident i began to cry, got soon spotted by the other students and rescued by a teacher of mine, who got me new clothes and tried to comfort me in the time after               

 

  

 

[diaperfelix]

Nope but I remember one time (I had to be around 4y or some) my mom and I came back from somewhere. I knew I had to poop but I wanted to listen to something on the car radio, while the car was already parked in the driveway. Long story short, I pooped my, unfortunately white, undies. But I remember my mom not being that angry about it. But yeah, never had an accident like that again 🤷‍♂️

[sarah734978]

Yes.  When I was younger I was only partially incontinent, but there were still plenty of times where I pooped my pants.  Most of these were accidents, but I can also remember a few times between the ages of 6-14 were I also pooped my pants (pullup or diaper, depending on the circumstance and timing) on purpose. 

[Ds2005]

I started doing it on purpose when I was 12 and new how I could clean up and hide it form parents.  Now in my late 60s and still doing it.

[xdresspoop]

I did a lot from age 8-10! I had a neighbor who still wore diapers at age 7 and I was jealous that he got to wear them. So I started pooping my underwear to see what it would be like to be back in diapers 

[Kipzie]

No, but honestly from time to time I think about this and really wish I had the mental capacity at a younger age to strategically do this myself. Even at age 9 or 10 when all this really started up for me, I was more focused on the best way to fold my socks before I stuck them in my underwear as a makeshift diaper. If only I just let 'er rip, so to speak, would've been very different.

I say this, but I also know it would have been extremely challenging and my life would have been completely different, even beyond diapers. Plus, it would have been incredibly selfish. But hey, let a boy dream.

[LeonB96]

Unfortunately, i did poop my pants as a kid a few times ...

The most memorable is when I was about 9 years old, i was going on a school trip with my class for a few days to a nearby resort, where we would experience and learn different sports. I decided to join the sailing team and soon set out on a small boat with a few of my classmates, one of my teachers and an instructor. Before setting out to learn how to steer and navigate a small boat, we were all given diving suits to protect ourself from the cold water.

The first our or so went by flawlessy, i was participating in steering the boat and having fun. But suddenly, just as i was climbing up the stairs to the bow of the ship, my stomach started to hurt suddenly and i felt myself needing to poo. Being 9 years old, i wasnt sure if there was a toilet on board and being a very shy kid, i was too anxious to ask, which resulted in me just trying to hold it in. But minute by minute, the pressure kept getting stronger, and as the instructor announced thef inal 15 minutes of our cruise, i was already holding my butt with my hands to prevent myself from having an accident.

Finally, just as we were getting near port again, the pressure got to strong and i felt myself loosing the battle. I felt a huge load of warm, mushy poop filling my diving suit, followed by a blast of almost liquid dirrhea. As i felt the poop starting to run down my legs, i started to cry. The other kids soon noticed i had pooped myself, not only because of me crying, but also because of the smell starting to get off me.

My teacher and the instructor reacted shocked. I had to stay in my soiled suit for about 10 minutes and got seen by most of my class, until i could get changed in a nearby toilet.

 

 

[jonnyabdl]

I had a 1st grade teacher threaten to put the whole class in diapers once but it never happen although I was wishing she would. However when I was 8 I had a babysitter put me back in diapers 24/7  for almost 2 1/2 weeks and  I loved it and hated that it ended. I like her changing me and giving me baths and having to drink from a baby bottle. After that any time I stayed with her when school was out I would ask her to put me in diapers again and she would baby me until it was time for my mom to pick me up

[Mascaraaa]

Yes probably till like 9 or 10 years old because I’d try holding it too much, like it was always just inconvenient to stop playing or doing whatever I was doing to go to the bathroom 

[Dee Cee]

On 7/27/2024 at 3:29 PM, diaperfelix said:

Nope but I remember one time (I had to be around 4y or some) my mom and I came back from somewhere. I knew I had to poop but I wanted to listen to something on the car radio, while the car was already parked in the driveway. Long story short, I pooped my, unfortunately white, undies. But I remember my mom not being that angry about it. But yeah, never had an accident like that again 🤷‍♂️

My earliest time was back when it was just me my next younger brother , and my other brother was still a we baby , this was like 56-57 , and we were going on a trip , “up home”they called it , back then and it was summer , so me and my younger brother were in the back seat , no car seats or seat belts like to day, and I was sitting or I should say on my knees just looking out the back window , and I just felt like I had to poop , and without giving it to much , thought , I pushed just a little and had this 5” poop made up of little pea size turds in the seat of my training pants , almost , immediately, I heard my dad just say “I smell poop” , my mother just leaned around a had my little brother just turn around , as she just felt his butt , finding nothing , she had me just turn around and squeezed , my crotch and just said “turn around”to my dad, and we were heading back home less than a mile from our house , upon arrival, my mom just marched me into the bath room pulled my shirt over my head , and pants down and I just stepped out of them , then she untied my shoes , and got me out of my socks , then she pulled down my training pants , and gently pulled them down , and grabbed the crotch , dumped the solid poop into the toilet , as the water in the tub was warming up , and she just whipped my butt , then had me sit  down in the warm water then washed my butt , dried it off , got me into a clean pair of t pants , and put another outfit , matching short sleeved shirt , and pull up shorts , and was back on the road , in less than 15 minutes , like it never happened , but that is one of my earliest memories, I have a few more from back when we had that old 53 mercury , and lived just outside of Ellicott City, Md .just afew miles west , of Baltimore , Md. back from 55-59 , and I eventually had 4 younger brothers , and we had moved, north to this little town in  , Md.  a very happy clearly childhood ! But today , and for the last 7 yrs. I am totally , back in diapers ,and 70+ yrs.old ! And am just sitting here , in a very wet and dirty diaper ! 

[SoggyRunner]

I remember having a number of accidents as a kid. I would often delay going to the bathroom as long as I could, partially because I didn’t want to stop what I was doing to go and partially because I liked the feeling of needing to go and holding it in. I was also shy about other people knowing I was pooping, so I avoided pooping in public bathrooms or at other peoples houses if possible. This led to accidents when I waited too long to try and reach a bathroom and sometimes me just going in my pants on purpose. Up until I started school, I don’t remember being embarrassed by accidents and would ignore it and keep playing until one of my parents noticed or my brother or another kid told on me. As I got older, I didn’t want to have an accident around other kids, but I would still hold it as long as I could. We often played all over the neighborhood and it would sometimes be a 10 or 15 minute walk home. Eventually I would head home and really did try and make it to the bathroom in time, but sometimes didn’t. At least I avoided being labeled as a kid who pooped his pants. Other times we were away and I would hold it as long as I could, hoping to be able to wait until we were home to go. If I couldn’t wait, I’d tell my parents I needed to go, but sometimes it was too late to find and get to a bathroom. I remember several times leaving a park or friends house early and walking or riding home with messy pants. This didn’t happen all the time, but I’d say once a month or so up to age 6-7 and still a couple of times a year until age 10. As I got older, I would try and hide my “accidents” from my mom and take care of the soiled undies myself. Eventually, I didn’t really have accidents anymore, but I enjoyed wetting and pooping pants and diapers, and continued doing it in secret. 

For lots of the accidents, I remember they occurred but the details are very fuzzy. A few stand out and I recall them very well even though it has been over 40 years since:

Age 4 or 5 - my brother and I were in the backyard on the top deck of our playhouse waiting for the local high school football team to arrive at the stadium next door for the Friday night game. We loved watching every week as the players arrived chanting and pounding the roof of the team bus with their helmets. I needed to poop, but didn’t want to miss the arrival, and I remember leaning on the railing as I slowly filled my pants just before the team arrived. About the same age, I had a bout of diarrhea while playing in the woods near my grandparents house. After coming in with messy pants, then having a second accident a little later, I tried to convince my mom I needed one of my brother's Pampers until I was over it. She said no, and even a third accident that evening didn’t convince her otherwise. That was the one time I remember specifically asking to be diapered.

On a family outing at a state park with a lake, I pooped my pants while playing near the water. I don’t recall details of the accident, but I assume we were a long walk from the public restroom and I didn’t say anything until it was too late. What I do remember well was driving home with 3 boys in the back seat, me age 6 in messy pants, one brother age 5 in wet pants, and baby brother age 2 who pooped his diaper on the drive. The car smelled awful and my parents weren’t happy. I recall my dad saying something about maybe all of us needing diapers, and me thinking, “Yes, please.”

We had a park a short walk from our house and we went there often. There was no bathroom, but if we had to pee, we’d just go behind a tree. Pooping like that wasn’t allowed, and we’d go home for the bathroom. That would end the park trip, so I would just hold it if I could. One time I waited too long and pooped as I was running to tell my mom I needed to go. She was talking with a couple of other parents, and I didn’t mention my accident but said I needed to go to the bathroom. Another mom replied that it looks like I already did, and we quickly headed home to change. On a later trip there, I needed to go, but didn’t want to leave as we’d just gotten there, so I thought if I just went in my pants and didn’t tell my mom, we’d be able to stay. I crouched behind a large rock and let go then went back to playing. My plan didn’t last long as the other kids noticed and quickly let everyone in the park know.

A bit older, maybe 9-10, we were visiting friends for the day about an hour drive away. I was playing in the creek behind their house with my brothers and their 3 girls when I suddenly felt the urge. As I was climbing up the creek bank, I remember thinking, “Oh no, I’m pooping,” as I felt it begin to slowly come out. I stood frozen on the bank until I finished pooping, then said I needed to go to the bathroom and walked back to their house. I tried to slip in unnoticed and clean myself up, but the poop had overflowed my underwear so my pants were a mess too. I ended up needing a bath and my mom getting pants and panties from their oldest daughter for me to wear for the rest of the evening and drive home. I couldn’t hide what happened and was quite embarrassed.

Probably the most embarrassing was when I had diarrhea and pooped my pants in class in 4th grade. It came with absolutely no warning and I didn’t have time to even raise my hand to ask to be excused. As I sat in shock trying to decide what to do, it happened again. I was shy, embarrassed, and afraid if I tried to get up to tell my teacher the whole class would find out, so I just sat quietly at my desk and hoped no one would notice. I should have asked to go to the nurse then when it wasn’t so bad, but instead waited as it was almost the end of the day. I still needed to poop more, and, since I’d already had an accident, I just sat and let the rest go when I couldn’t hold it any longer. Other kids started to notice the smell and were trying to figure out what/who it was. My teacher even asked the class if someone had an accident, but I stayed quiet and it seemed like they hadn’t pinned it on me when the bell rang. I pulled my jacket as low as I could and made my way to the bus. As I walked, I could feel the wetness in the seat of my jeans start to spread down my legs. I quickly sat down on the bus by myself, but again the other kids noticed the smell, and when I stood up to get off, one girl loudly announced that I’d pooped my pants and she could see the stain on my butt. I still denied it and said I’d sat in something at recess, and I tried to hold back my tears as I hurried off the bus and ran home. In tears I rushed past my mom and to the bathroom, and said I was fine when she knocked on the door and asked if I was ok. Of course she knew I wasn’t and I soon let her in. She tried comfort me and make me feel better as she took care of my clothes and helped me clean up in the shower. I begged to not go to school the next day, but my parents insisted. Basically everyone on the bus and in my class knew what happened. I got some harassing from the usual kids, but overall it wasn’t as bad as I had feared and died down after a week or so. I would still get teased by one or two kids on occasion until we moved when I was in 6th grade, but they were bullies to everyone. The one thing I still wonder about is my teacher and how she didn’t notice and send me to the nurse. It wasn’t like her to just ignore something like that and I was one of her “good” students, so maybe she really just was clueless that day. 

[Goodnitesboi]

A couple times

When I wet AND messed the bed when I was in kindergarten. 

During school when I was in the 1st grade. 

At the day camp I used to go to during the summer.

Once before I was supposed to go out somewhere.

Once before I was supposed to go out of town for the day. 

One time when I was hanging out with a friend in my room. 

There was a time when I was sick and kept having poop accidents and I was really hoping I'd get put back in diapers or pull ups because I practically went through all my underwear. 

And the time in the 8th grade when I was getting ready to go to school. 

 

 

 

 

[onthedl519]

Almost daily up until my mid teens

[tjackson]

Usually once or twice a week until I was 10/11. Would hold it for as long as I could, until the inevitable accident happened. Didnt matter to me if I was at home, or grocery shopping with my parents. I would stay in it until I got caught, which was never that long.

Eventually my parents would get frustrated, and threaten me with diapers. Then I would cry, and stop for a few weeks while they calmed down, and would start again.

The first time, I was probably about 5, and had a younger cousin over. He was about 3, and not quite potty trained. Watched him get fussed over for having an accident, so decided to try it myself.