i love desperate poop accidents

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Hey guys!!! I know it's been a long time since I've updated this blog, but I've had a lot of life stuff come up that made it hard to maintain.

Unfortunately, I recently lost my source of income. Fortunately, this creates a new opportunity for you: my shiny new patreon! The page is currently being set up, but I'm planning to have a $5 tier for patrons who just want to read that good good gross shit and a $15 tier for patrons who want to submit requests and see them realized!

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Probably my least favorite thing my belly does is this thing where I’ll feel like I’m about to shit my pants and I’ll race to the toilet and nothing will happen except maybe one or two dry farts, and it’ll do this six or seven times over the course of a few hours—just to the point where I stop trying to get to the bathroom and push out some farts where I already am—and then I invariably end up messing horribly bc eventually I do actually have to go and it doesn’t feel any different and since it’s been backed up for awhile it’s always a hefty mess

This has happened to me at work a couple of times which is awful bc I have to get someone to cover me every time I go to the bathroom so I usually only go to the bathroom for the first urgent feeling and then sometimes end up messing like ten minutes later thinking this was going to be what happened even though it only did it once. Can’t tell you how embarrassing it is to call someone to cover a bathroom break and then call someone down again fifteen minutes later and try to act like I don’t have a huge load in my pants as I awkwardly ask them to cover a bathroom break again and then am gone for fifteen minutes trying to clean up the mess

But it also happens a lot when I’m just sitting at home on the couch and absolutely could easily have gone to the bathroom which always feels awful too. Like at least if I have an accident in a situation where I just couldn’t get to a toilet easily or in time then it feels like it was out of my hands. But this feels like it’s my fault bc I over trusted my guts and now I’m sitting on the couch with shit filling up my pants for no reason.

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wait, have you ever actually witnessed someone having an accident irl?? i wouldn't know how to react lol

Yeah, but as I said it wasn’t at all arousing. My mom and my brother both also have crohns (it doesn’t usually run in families but it can and mine is one in which it does) and have had accidents in front of me many times, and my best friend has something that he’s still in the process of getting diagnosed (probably also crohns) and has had accidents in front of me as recently as this past Saturday, plus a number of other people over the years actually? I guess I attract people with bowel problems lol

The reaction I have is almost entirely concern and distress bc I know how bad and upsetting the whole thing feels. I just want to help if I can. Usually what they want is either someone to go get them a change of pants or to have it be ignored depending on the situation and I am always happy to do either

It’s a weird and unpleasant helpless feeling really, to be with them and know they’re on the verge of having an accident and not be able to help get them to a toilet in time, and then to have to be with them while they go in their pants and know it’s awful but not being able to really help in any meaningful way

Not to psychoanalyze myself too much but I’m pretty sure my kink developed more as a way to process that upsetting feeling than anything to do with my own accidents (although I’ve had issues with accidents my whole life)

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once I very visibly shat on myself during CHURCH and lowkey I took that as a sign that I should become an atheist

Oh mood this has happened to me too many times. I got diagnosed with crohns when I was twelve and i was still living with my very Christian parents at the time and it took years for us to find meds that worked at all for me

Shitting yourself in the sanctuary mid sermon is definitely the worst way to have this happen but I’ve also shat myself walking into church as we were being greeted and I think that was the most scarring

Our church had bathrooms that were pretty far away from the sanctuary too so getting there with clean underpants was a feat even when I had some warning

I feel like shitting myself at church was many times worse than shitting myself at school bc at church people were SO judgy about you leaving in the middle whereas after school it was a lot easier to disguise what had happened and most people didn’t really want to know anyway. Also I always had a change of clothes with me in my locker at school but my parents never thought to bring along a change of church clothes so I had to sit in it or we went home depending on how bad it was and when it happened, and either way I had to sit in it in the car on the way home

Not to mention that I shit myself in the car on the way home from basically every single potluck or church meal bc it was just exactly too long of a drive for my guts to be able to handle the cars vibrations with a full stomach and we always left too soon for me to have been able to go before getting in the car to go home. Stopped eating breakfast on sundays for similar reasons

Anyway I’m not exactly a fan of going to church

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This is from last month but something similar (if less severe) happened this morning (I’m on my third pair of underwear before 2pm bc I’ve been going from can’t go to having an accident in almost no time—been staying close to the bathroom but that doesn’t save my boxers) and it reminded me

I was on the phone with my boyfriend when I suddenly felt the urge to go, but I don’t like to poop while I’m on the phone with him bc it’s kind of awkward to be grunting and farting while he’s just trying to talk, so I figured I’d just hold it for a bit and it would be fine. I was in the living room on the couch and you have to go down the hall to get to the bathroom but it’s not like it’s that far

Anyway the urge is getting worse with every cramp and I’m trying to figure out how to get him off the phone without sounding dismissive of the issue he’s talking about when suddenly I cramp really bad and I can’t even move, I’m just shitting.

I always have the phone on speaker with him so I can have my hands free and he must have heard the explosive series of wet farts bc he asked if I was okay and that unstuck me and I grabbed the phone and ran to the bathroom with shit still flooding out my ass and I had to apologize and tell him I’d fucking shit my pants trying to hold it until we were done

He was very sweet and reminded me that he never minds if I go to the bathroom while we’re on the phone, especially if it’s an emergency (which I do generally do I mean I spend a lot of time on the phone with him and I have to shit a lot)

Today I was just in my bedroom which has an attached bathroom and I literally just started going on the first cramp. I ran to the bathroom and managed to save my pants but it’s still so embarrassing to have to run to the bathroom while on the phone, especially when I don’t entirely make it

He’s never been there in person when I’ve had an accident and I know he’s sweet and supportive but I worry about how awful I’ll feel when doing it on the phone is as bad as this

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I was hoping I was done with this series of accidents but twice today I barely made it and then I just finished cleaning up from yet another mess…

Part of it is just that everywhere that normally has bathrooms has them closed due to covid: I had a doctors appointment in the city this morning and that’s about an hour and a half away from where I live. Usually there are plenty of places to stop in between to go to the bathroom (and tbh I very rarely make that drive without stopping at one) but if there are places open I don’t know where they are and generally when I’m desperate to shit walking extra steps is what’s likely to push me into an accident so I don’t exactly want to stop everywhere and check. I was desperately clenched for probably 45 minutes and standing at the covid screening spot trying not to shit myself while they checked my temperature was hell

On my way home I stopped downtown to do a little shopping but again no toilets were open and I already could tell I needed to go by the time I started for home—it’s only like an hour from there but fuck, I was so desperate by the time I pulled into my driveway. It’s a p long walk from the closest place you can park to where you can actually get in the house and my underwear suffered for it: I was going up the stairs when I let out a v wet shart that left a small brown stain. Otherwise made it though and if I counted every time that happened as an accident I’d hardly ever go a day without one

But then this afternoon I needed to go to Walmart to pick up the new prescription my doctor sent in as well as a few other things, and as usual I walked with my cart. Felt completely fine the whole time I was in the store and then once again got hit by a vv urgent need the moment I walked outside. I think my ass was tired of me holding so much today bc I literally didn’t even make it all the way across the parking lot before I was full on pooping in my pants: I lost some and then I tried to stop on one of those little traffic islands to try to regain control and instead I just ended up slightly doubled over, shitting noisily right in full view of half the parking lot. Fortunately I was wearing black skinny jeans under a long black sweater today so hopefully it wasn’t too obvious but still. Walking over a mile with my pants full of shit is never a fun prospect and I had to keep stopping and loading them more bc I kept holding and hoping I could make it to a toilet for at least some of it.

I do get kind of into the idea of being out in a mess and walking by people who have no idea though. Like the park I have to walk through was busy today too but I checked my ass in the mirror when I got home (bc I didn’t have to go anymore by then) and you really couldn’t tell even though it was a huge wet load

Idk why this happens every time I go to Walmart but if my body is trying to get out of the walk and convince me to drive it’s got another thing coming

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god i totally get what you're saying about irl accidents for other people, i LIVE for reading the stories but if someone i was with had an accident irl i'd just be so worried and embarrassed for them i could never be turned on by it :( gotta love fiction!

YEAH like I have several people who I’m close to who have worse problems with accidents than I do and the idea of being turned on is SO far away from me when I’m with one of them and they need to go or have an accident, and while it’s always a little bit awkward to try and be helpful in the aftermath it’s not bc I’m enjoying some part of the experience: I’m not, it’s awful, I feel awful for them and just want to help them get home and get clean and the feeling is more intense concern and distress than anything pleasurable

But that said I read about someone desperately searching for a toilet and not finding one in a fic and I’m like “hell yeah”

idk man brains are super weird. I’m mostly glad I don’t derive any pleasure from other people’s actual irl accidents though bc I think it would be difficult to be appropriately sympathetic in that state, you know?

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I meant irl for kink reasons I'm not into it that much either just curious sorry if I offended:)

Oh no you’re fine!!!!! I wasn’t offended or bothered !But yeah no I don’t do this stuff irl on purpose and I’m not involved with anyone else irl who’s into it at all, nor do I particularly care to seek them out

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Could you make an emeto/scat sicfic or is it just mainly scat?

I’m really not into emeto!! No shade to those who are and it’s not like an active turn off for me so I guess I might write it at some point—I’ve written things that involved vomit in my regular fic writing before—but since I’m not really into it I don’t really care to write about it, you know? I’m mostly into the desperation aspect anyway and I feel like with vomit there’s inherently less of that

Plus like tbh I prefer poop stuff where it’s less that the person is ill with something and more just that they have bowel problems in general or held too long. For some reason a person being sick like with the flu or something makes me feel too much sympathy for them and that’s all I can think about rather than being aroused.

Not that a person can’t puke outside of Being Ill of course, and I think if I did write that sort of thing that would be what I’d write. I guess we’ll see if inspiration strikes. But I definitely won’t write emeto that doesn’t also have messing

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Are you into irl scat?

Not really lol. I’m not not into it when I’m like desperate but actual shit is gross to me and other people having accidents irl just makes me feel super worried and concerned for them and not at all turned on. I like photos of people with shit in their pants just fine but actual genuine accidents not so much

I think I might be into it if someone like pooped their pants intentionally for kink reasons but my partner isn’t into this stuff and I’m not even sure I’d like it anyway so it’s not something we’ve explored, and he’s the only person I’ve ever been open about this stuff with

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Another accident I had recently that was pretty good was a few weeks ago on my way home from Walmart

There’s a Walmart about a mile and a half from where I live and i always walk there to get extra exercise (I have one of those little granny carts for this purpose) and my stomach had been acting up all morning but usually it calms down if I get moving: I took a huge dump right before I left so I figured I’d be fine for the twenty minute walk there

As I was getting to the Walmart my stomach started to feel a little off again but it calmed down while I was standing in line to get in (social distancing rules) and by the time I was in the store I’d actually completely forgotten about that ominous twinge.

I shopped for my groceries and a few necessities, taking about half an hour, and as I was picking up a few last items I got another bad cramp that almost made me lose it immediately in the middle of the frozen food aisle and I was like “fuck I can’t just leave my own personal cart outside the bathroom, someone will take it, I have to hold on until I’ve bought everything and then I can go” which at that moment seemed like it might be impossible like I got three or four killer cramps and mayyyybe sharted just a little

But then while I was waiting in line to buy everything it just went away? And on autopilot I just rang up everything and then walked out of the store, only to be immediately hit by another crippling cramp. But I couldn’t just turn around and go back in bc there was a huge line waiting to get into the store and tbh I didn’t think I could wait that long

So I walked across the parking lot to one of the little restaurants, stopping and clenching against the gurgling flood every few steps, only for them to tell me they were really sorry but they couldn’t allow customers to use their restrooms due to covid

And at this point I’m like desperately trying not to just shit right there in front of the poor girl and I can’t face that. I consider going back to Walmart but the line is even longer than before and I really don’t want to shit myself in line with a cart of groceries I already purchased so I head for home, desperately clenching against my mess even though I know there’s no way I’m gonna make it over a mile in this state

I was sort of hoping it would go away again but no such luck: I made it pretty far, all the way to the park around the corner from my house (no bathrooms, but tons of people) and then I got pinned to the spot by a bad cramp and felt it start pushing out into my underwear. I stopped it pretty quickly but I was wearing light grey shorts that really show everything and when I felt back there was a bulge and I knew people had seen me stop and cross my legs and could probably guess at my ~problem~

I started walking again out of sheer desperation to get out of sight of all of these people before I lost all the liquid I could feel churning in my guts. It’s a very long park and I absolutely did not succeed, losing little surges of shit and blasting wet farts every few steps. Feeling back there was a wet patch very quickly as it was a very very loose mess. Trying to hold it in hurt like hell but I didn’t want this to get any worse in sight of so many people

I finally made it around the corner into my neighborhood and I just put my back to someone’s hedge and pushed, absolutely exploding into the seat of my pants. I was pinned there for probably five minutes just cramping and farting and shitting, and I wasn’t even done, just at enough of a break that I was hoping I could make it the rest of the way home

The rest of the walk was a nightmare: shit started running down the backs of my legs after only a few steps, and I was dripping a trail of diarrhea. And worst of all, my neighbors were all out in their yard having some kind of barbecue. The stress of having all their eyes on me in that state made my stomach cramp again and I just power walked, hoping to make it to the relative privacy of my mostly enclosed porch. Tragically there are stairs up to my porch and I absolutely could not hold it on them: I felt liquid shit flood out of my butt and down the backs of my legs even as I kept walking. I squatted on my porch and finished up that round, trying to get control enough to get my key in the lock and get inside

I raced to the bathroom and had just enough time to drop my pants before another explosion of shit forced its way out of me. Ended up on the toilet for literally another half an hour and felt like I was shitting my entire guts out

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kinda wanna start a writing blog for scat/sickfic stuff byt idk, I still feel kinda iffy writing it...you havr any tips for feeling less flustered about it?

Hmm well first I definitely think you should!!!! I wish there was more content out there like this!!!

I definitely still get flustered and/or aroused while I’m writing though; I think my biggest suggestion is to try and take breaks when it starts to make you feel weird, and just work on your stories a little at a time? It’s very rare for me to write even one of these relatively short ficlets in one sitting bc they do make me feel some kind of way

The other thing is it definitely definitely gets easier to do once you’ve gotten started!! Practice makes all of it much easier. And once you do post things and get some interaction it’s a lot easier to believe this is something you’re allowed to do and plenty of people won’t think you’re gross or wrong for liking it

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I love your writing!!!!!!! If you are taking prompts: A rather serious dude is on a date with his bubbly gf (nothing fancy, maybe they're just hanging out somewhere) and he's feeling rather ill to his stomach all day but didn't want to ditch out on her. He's embarrassed and doesn't tell her until idk he ends up shitting his pants and despite him being mortified his gf tries to help. (sorry if it's too long! it's kinda weird i know)

Ooh I love this prompt omg

Alex and his girlfriend Ellie only very rarely get days off that align, and it’s been quite awhile since they got to do something as simple as go have a picnic in the park together. They’ve both been really looking forward to it, and the weather the morning of is set to be perfect: everything seems to have aligned for them to have an idyllic day enjoying the sunshine.

The only problem? Alex woke up that morning with a horrible stomach ache. He tried to take a shit to calm down the gurgling but all that came out were a bunch of bubbly farts that didn’t seem to make things better at all. He can feel his insides churning, and he knows today is going to be a day he needs to stay close to a toilet

But he can’t cancel on Ellie, not when they’ve been so looking forward to this!! And there are bathrooms at the park, it should be fine

Ellie is already there when he arrives, and he notes with some tension that she’s laid out the picnic stuff on the far side of the park, well away from the toilets. Just that small uptick in anxiety is enough to cause a cramp, and he lets out a long bubbly fart that felt wetter than he’d have preferred. He still doesn’t feel like he could actually shit though, and he doesn’t want to keep leaving Ellie to go sit on the toilet futilely when this is their one day together

He sits down next to her and she shifts to lean against him, and it’s so nice. He’s missed getting to spend real time with her.

They chat idly for awhile, people watching and pointing out dogs. It’s not long before Alex’s stomach cramps again, and he pushes out another couple of wet farts, which Ellie kindly doesn’t comment on. She’s rambling about one of her coworkers’ new baby, and she doesn’t expect much out of him other than the occasional acknowledgement that he’s still listening. He is listening, but he’s also worried about the way things in his stomach are shifting—he’s going to need to shit soon, and it’s going to be a bear

Just when he’s thinking about getting up and heading for the restroom, Ellie leans forward and opens up the picnic basket, handing him a sandwich and a can of coke. He figures he can use the toilet after he eats: it still doesn’t really feel like he has to go so much as like he might have to soon. He leans forward to grab a bag of chips and a loud fart blasts out of him, and this time it definitely was very wet. He can feel a bit of liquid between his ass cheeks

“You okay?” Ellie asks.

Embarrassed, Alex nods. He sits back and eats his lunch, little bubbles of gas escaping him every time he shifts. The coke seems to just be making his stomach more bubbly, and once he’s done eating he lies down on the picnic blanket to give his stomach more space

Ellie curls up beside him, head on his shoulder, and keeps on chattering at him. Alex is quiet, but that’s not unusual for him and she doesn’t seem to notice. He feels the pressure build again, and pushes out what he expects to be another fart; instead he feels liquid mess bubbling out of him at an alarming rate. He sits up so fast Ellie falls over.

“Sorry!!” he says, and then, “Oh fuck.” as more mess pushes out of him into his pants. He doubles over and can’t help pushing, more mush bubbling noisily out of him

“Are you okay?” Ellie asks, putting a hand on his arm.

Alex shakes his head, pushing more of his gassy mess into his pants. “I’m—ungh—shitting my pants.”

“Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” Ellie says. “Is there anything I can do?”

Alex shakes his head again, rocking in place as he finally finishes going. “God, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Ellie says. “You couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.”

Alex pushes himself into a standing position, trying to take stock of the situation. There’s some mess on the blanket where it squished out the back of his pants, and his underwear are so full he’s pretty sure if he starts walking it will slide down the back of his legs. Worst of all his stomach doesn’t feel any better, and he knows this won’t be the last of it.

“Let me drive you home,” Ellie says. “I walked here, and I was planning to spend tonight at your place anyway.”

“How can you still want that when I just shit myself all over your picnic blanket?”

She steps forward and hugs him. “I love you. I don’t mind that you have stomach problems sometimes. This isn’t the first time you’ve shit yourself in front of me.”

Alex blushes. He’d thought he’d hidden that accident from her, but apparently not. “Okay.”

As they’re walking across the park, Alex is hit by another cramp and has to stop and push out another more solid log. It’s so embarrassing to just drop into a partial squat and push in the middle of a busy park, but he’s already visibly poopy and there’s no way for him to hold it. Ellie just waits patiently as he finishes his second accident and then takes his arm as they walk to the car

It’s barely five minutes into the drive before he’s cramping again, and he’s very glad Ellie decided to drive as he spends three minutes pushing out another huge bubbly load

They get back to his house and he waddles from the car to the door, pants heavy with the weight of three major accidents.

Ellie follows him into the bathroom and helps him strip out of his ruined clothes, stripping herself as well and following him into the shower. He tries to protest but she insists on helping him clean up.

A few minutes into the shower, with Ellie scrubbing at the shit caked on his butt, he feels another urgent gurgle. “Oh god I gotta—” he barely has time to twist so his ass isn’t facing Ellie before another torrent of poop is flooding out of him, splattering all over the shower wall

Ellie puts a hand in his shoulder and reassured him that it’s okay as he poops, and then helps him clean up the new mess. They get out of the shower and get dressed in pajamas, and Alex’s stomach gurgles

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A few months ago I had an accident. I made the mistake of holding it in for almost 4 days, and while driving my car through a park, I suddenly had to poop a big log. The pressure was to great. Sitting on the car seat was all that was holding it in. When I found a men's room, I rushed to it trying to hold my cheeks together only to find it locked up. It was at that moment I realized there's no escape. I am pooping my pants,and I did. How do you keep your cool publicly as it's happening?

Tbh it’s one of those things where once it’s happened enough it’s easier to just think about it practically? But I mean I wouldn’t say I really “keep my cool” I’m just v good at not letting it show on my face

I guess the other thing is just knowing that if I act freaked out or like I’m shitting people will notice a lot more than if I act like it’s not happening? So I’m internally like “oh god oh fuck I’m pooping my pants in front of people” but then I’m like “I absolutely must keep my cool 100% or they’ll know”

I almost always wear black pants and I tend to wear them kind of sagged so it’s usually not v obvious that I’ve shit myself unless I give it away by acting weird so I’ve learned not to act weird about it, I guess

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I have IBS and I’ve always found that while I hate messing myself it kinda helps in terms of writing the fics and making them seem more real in a sense? If that makes any sense idk if it does :/

Yeah it does!!!! I think I’m in more or less the same boat: I don’t like messing at all really, but writing and reading about it helps me feel less horrible about it in a lot of ways? It’s really useful to see it framed in a more positive light and it helps me think more positive thoughts when it does happen to me irl

It used to be really hard for me to think about and talk about these things but writing these stories and engaging with other people’s accidents has made me much more comfortable with the whole thing all around

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I have this weird thing where I'm EXTREMELY shy w poop (have trouble going at relative's house, absolutely refuse to go at a friend's house, school, or any sort of public setting) but still have a scat thing. idk if these two things a correlated but it feels strange

Yeah I mean I really think it’s all about having developed any kind of reason to think real hard about shit?? Like whether it was poop shyness or GI problems or knowing someone else who had issues with those things that they shared with you, I think most all of us had some exposure to something like that and it meant we either a) thought a lot more about shit than most and/or b) got a lot more familiar with the feeling of being desperate to shit than most, and those things led to us having a fixation which then developed into a fetish

It’s interesting the different ways in which we were all exposed to this sort of thing, I think? It’s kind of cool to think about how we ended up here