MemberSeptember 7, 2019 at 7:01 pm
Did anyone else grow up with a father that sometimes pooped his pants? Or anyone with pants pooping common or known about in their family?
MemberSeptember 8, 2019 at 7:09 am
Yup my dad did. I didn’t live with him but visited often. He had a strange fascination with poop pants jokes and stories. He’d repeat them over and over through the years. I found it kind of weird. He shit his pants when we were fishing once. Didn’t even try to find a bathroom. It only made me feel weird and uncomfortable. I remembered wondering at the time if somehow his scatty interests had passed down to me genetically. I know it’s unlikely in today’s understanding of genetics but still, how is it that both of us would be like this? I don’t think it’s chance alone
AnonymousDeleted UserSeptember 10, 2019 at 5:29 pm
Did I tell you about my Dad?
My Dad was a lot older then most of my friends dads. I’ve been into “having an accident in my pants “ for as long as I can remember. He was very masculine and a bit of a bully
I remember once coming home from the horse races. I forgot how old I was but I new I was a young teen. On the way home I was touching cotton. I mean I had to shit so bad but didn’t want to go at the Race Track. I asked my dad to pull over at a gas station. He used every excuse in the world why we couldn’t meanwhile I remember I had brown corduroy pants and sneakers. I thought it odd that he didn’t believe me. My voice was shaking and I told him if we didn’t find a place soon I was going to poop my pants ! He laughed and told me not to be a sissy, we’d be home soon. By now I was in big trouble. My Dad kept looking over at me smiling and making little digs. Then the unimaginable happened. I pushed my ass off the seat and my body just took over. It was huge. I was on the brink of holding back tears. He said “did you poop your pants son?” I was hit with another spasm and pushed out what felt like two catchers mitts stuffed into the seat of my pants. I was overwhelmed with embarrassment. He said I couldn’t ride home that way and to sit down. He rolled down the windows. I noticed he took the long way home. Sitting on this was like a huge monster mound. He kept looking over at me. He said these things happen. Ok kid, let’s take a look. I thought what the heck. He said roll over so I can see the damage. I did feeling a bit funny and he said oh my God!!! He reached over to feel the load. Then he said that this would help so he pulled over on a quiet street and turned off the car. My face was red and I was shaking from humiliation and arosal. He did the Dad thing and to keep me safe he helped me with my seat belt. I sat down good and he strapped the seatbelt real tight. This did two things. It made me cramp up more and thus I grunted out more of the huge load. I didn’t have to pee but I remember every bump and stop. I had a hard on but my pants were tight and thick. The situation was erotic with butterflies in my stomach. He kept saying “boy oh boy, did you poop your pants!” And kept laughing at me. When we got out of the car I tried to run ahead but knowone was home so as a sport joke he said let’s see who gets to the door first. About three times he palmed my butt. Once gave it such a cop I thought I heard him moan. He watched me run up the stairs bow legged with a sinister smile.
We never talked about it again
A month or so later I realized that my bedroom and the bathroom shared the same vent for heating.
No one was home, I don’t think he knew I was home. With my heart racing I saw him do something odd. Out of the dirty laundry hamper he found a pair of my older brothers white briefs. He always wore ugly old boxers. I saw him look at them an he held the skid marks up to his nose. I could see him grab his crouch. He took off what he had on and slipped into my brothers Hanes. They were snug on him as my dad was athletic and had beefy legs and butt. The he pulled out the toilet paper and lined the area of the underpants he thought would get dirty.
By this time I layed on my stomach transfixed watching my Dad put on Rays underpants. Then he pulled up his expensive slacks and even tied his shoes. He was checking out his ass in the mirror. I could tell he was breathing heavy. Then, to my young and innocent eyes he said ever so lightly “ Oh no. Oh fucking no. I’m going to have an accident…….. and with that he started to shake. Then when he got a look from every possible point I could see his load. Twice the size of mine. He pulled his dick so it was pointed up in his underwear. This was a dad I didn’t know. I was a bit scared but to exited to move lease he thought he was being watched. He kept feeling the load through his slacks. It was so fucking sexy. Then with his pants pushed down around his ankles he slowly sat down. Wow. Every so slowly and then rocking back and forth. His dick looked enormous in my brothers briefs
Then he put a towel down on the bathroom floor and got into the position to do sit-ups. By this time I thought this must be a dream. I could see the leg opening with a bit of the toilet paper peeking out. Then he started. Slow at first. I had a feeling he’d done this before. He started out slow but each time he came up the big thick load started to oooz out near the leggings. Faster and faster he’d do these sit ups and the longer he did it he came up more and more. He just kept doing sit-ups in my brothers dirty underwear and after about 15 minutes he started to shake and shudder and started rubbing the front of the underwear.
Oh my fucking god, not only did I see my very conservative dad shit his pants on purpose but I got to see the look on his handsome face as he orgasimd. . He had a look on his Face ID never seen, sort of twisted in pain and pleasure
I very quickly and quietly got up to get out of the house. I went into the basement looked at the front of my pants and realized I’d had an orgasim most likely at the same time as he did.
We never talked about any of this but in the future I found reasons when we were out that I had to go…… and finally figured out how to turn the tables, so he pooped his pants, an accident for sure in front of me. We were both athletic types but I’d remember certain words that could trigger an accident. The first time he pooped his pants was in a car lot. He lost the keys ( I had them in my pants pocket) but as I was getting a little older I liked to see him with no key and no toilet. To see your dad desperate and humiliated and then loading his pants that first time (and it was huge and firm). This time I jokingly said let’s see the damage “ and gave him a couple of cops that sort of had him look at me twice.
Once I “found “ the key I insisted that I drive us home and made sure the seat belt was severely tight. With every bump I could tell he had a hard on but I didn’t want him to think I knew about his secrets as I had a few things planned in the years to come
This story is real and I’d love feedback
MemberSeptember 13, 2019 at 12:49 am
Wow- hard to believe you had a sexy Dad who loved to shit his pants. No wonder you loved it
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