Posted by Nym on October 09, 2000 at 19:45
Another story - like I said last time, these few stories aren't about me, but were told to me in the first person by friends, so I'm recounting them in the same way to make it easier to remember. The stories about me are way, way down the spool - I might post some more if I have time.
First story: I was seven years old, and pretty shy. I've always needed to pooh at least a couple of times a day even if it's quite firm, and at that age I tended to have a lot of accidents. My school had a thing where the lower years had to do PE in just their underpants and vests, as it stopped us from loosing all our clothes around the buildings. However, this lead to a very embarrassing experience. One day, I woke up and went to the toilet as usual before school, and I saw that my pooh was a bit looser than usual - nothing too bad though. I had a big breakfast, and walked to the school with my Mum. The morning passed uneventfully, and I ate a nice school meal at lunch. After this lesson we had PE, so everyone stripped down to pants and vests and we went into the hall for the lesson. We had a fairly standard lesson that day, and the teacher mainly just supervised whilst we played on the wall bars, A-frames and so on. However, soon after the lesson started I needed to go to the toilet. I just ignored it at first, and the urge passed, but then it came back even stronger.I concentrated on holding it in, and again I felt I didn't need to go again. Because of this, and because I was so shy, I didn't ask if I could leave to do a pooh. About half-way into the lesson, I needed to go again, and this time the urge kept building up - it was getting incredibly uncomfortable. I squatted down on the mat and held my bottom, and again I managed to hold it all in. By this point I was getting quite upset, because I was so desperate to have a pooh and so afraid to ask. The need to go wasn't totally going away now - it was easing a bit, but still there. I felt I needed to fart, so I tried to release a little wind to ease the pressure. It was a very wet fart, and I could feel that I'd done a bit in my pants, but it wasn't much at all and the pressure had gone away. By now, there was only 15mins left of the lesson, so I thought I could make it to the end and go at playtime. Unfortunately, I then got the strongest urge I remembered feeling for a long time, and I just couldn't hold it. I poohed my pants sitting on the mat, trying to keep my back to the wall. I waited for it to stop, but there was a huge amount of mushy pooh coming out, and once it had started I couldn't control it. Eventually, it was all out, and I was at the point of tears and panic. At that point, the teacher asked us all to come to the centre of the room for a game, and I had to get up. I tried to keep behind everyone, but I was only wearing pants and the pooh was blindingly obvious. The other kids started laughing at me, and they told the teacher. She made me go to the nurse, who called home and washed my pants for me.
OK, I'll go to the third person for a couple of quick stories about people having accidents when they were around me.
One time, we were on a school trip to a theme park, all aged about 7. One kid had come on the trip despite the fact that he had diarrhoea, because it was such a treat. He nearly managed to get through the whole visit without incident, but then he suddenly got a bad cramp near the end of the day, and had an accident before he could get to the toilets. He showed us what had happened (this was a different school to the bloke I wrote about above, and we weren't bothered by people messing or wetting their pants), and it was clear that he'd been lucky not to have had the accident earlier from the volume of pooh that was oozing around in his pants. However, he was afraid to tell the teacher who was looking after us, and had to sit on the coach home for a couple of hours in his dirty pants, with us all around. By the time we got back, we were all rather tired of the smell, but he'd decided he liked being in dirty pants, and ended up as part of a group of us who tried to destigmatise the whole thing (see my posts /passim/).
Another time, I was having a swimming lesson (probably aged about 6) and another boy in the pool suddenly stopped in the water in the shallow end, and just looked really vacant for a few seconds. When we all got out of the water a couple of minutes later, we all saw that his swimming trunks were bulging out all round him, and when he pulled them down in the changing room a mass of pooh fell out all over the floor.
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