I like to poop my pants.

I confess I love love love walking around the mall after peeing my pants. I love to watch the expressions on people's faces when they see my wet pants. Sometimes I wear my white pants and no underwear and when I pee in them and my dick gets hard it's really obvious and people get so freaked out cuz they can see my dick and balls and stuff and lots of times they call securaty or manigers or whatnot and make me leave the store and when they do that I just flop on the floor and make them pick me up and they get my pee all over their hands and whatnot. Sometimes they just drag me and my pants get pulled down and my dick flops out and old ladies see it. It is so funny to me I can't stop laughing. Today I was in a Ross dress for less and I went and stood right next to a hot girl around 20 something and she was looking at bras and I just looked her right in the eyes and asked if she knew where the bathroom was and then I just let loose and it all just goes flooding down my leg onto the floor and I said oh sorry and just kept staring at her all serius like and she backed up real fast because the puddle was moving fast and she was waring flip flops. She just ask if I was ok and I said yeah why and she looked down and then took off and I couldn't stop laughing. So I grabbed a bunch of lady slips and whatnot from the next rack and put them on the big puddle and left before they got me.

Goddamn that was some funny shit right there I tell you what. I'm trying really hard to poop in my pants but it takes so much consentration so not sure I can unless I eated a bunch of spagetti or something and got sick.

i confess i want to shit my paints with the semi hard semi runny poop, pull down my pants, scoop up a pile of the feces and start jerking my cock

I confess that I (male, 27) became a regularly bitch for an older man.

We had our first encounter about a week ago when I met him on CL and later in a public toilet where he made me suck his dick deep, fucked my mouth, took a shit while I had his cock in my mouth and had me licking his shitty asshole clean afterwards. I never did anything of the like before, but in the spur of the moment I couldn't back out or resist.

Since then we've seen each other nearly every night. I don't know why, but I'm more and more becoming his submissive bitch. Maybe it's because he's very straightforward and without any doubts. He just tells me what to do and so I do it. And I like this second life of mine.

The second time we met was in his car. He picked me up from a train station near my home. As he stopped next to me, he only gave me a quick nod and I opened the door and sat down in his car. He then started driving, not saying a single word. After about 20 minutes of uncomfortable silence, he drove off the main road and into the woods, just as far as it was necessary to not be seen. Then he stopped the car. He unbuttoned his jeans, took out his limp dick and then grabbed my head and lowered it down. I started sucking him like I did the other day, but this time more passionately and with more help from my hand. He had only cum from shitting and fucking my face last time, so I knew his stamina was simply amazing. But I didn't give up.

Still, after sucking him tenderly, licking his shaft up and down, stroking him very hard and fast, I got a bit tired while he was rock hard, not showing any signs of an upcoming orgasm. I slowed down and tried to think of a method to make him cum. He noticed the change of pace and asked me what was wrong. I told him that I didn't seem to make him cum with my techniques and that I didn't know what else to do. Suddenly, he pulled my head really hard, turning my face towards his. He told me that if I wouldn't know what to do, I should ask him politely, how he would like me to make him cum. I murmured that I had understood and quietly asked him, what I was supposed to do to him. He told me to get out of the car. I did so and he told me to let down my pants. I did so too. Then he told me to go on my knees, which I did as well. He got out of the car as well and stood in front of me. The next order was to spit on my fingers and start lubing up my ass with my spit. Again, I couldn't resist although I didn't know whether I wanted this or not. While I was fingering my asshole, he came closer and told me to use my other hand on my asshole as well. I spat on both hands and started working on it. He held my head firm and facefucked me deep and hard. I couldn't really comprehend what was happening, but I fingered my butthole harder and faster. Inbetween he would pull his dick out and tell me to use the overflowing saliva from my mouth as more lube. This went on for at least 5, maybe even 10 minutes.

The next thing he ordered me to do was get up, turn around and bend over. I did so and he rubbed his dick on my asshole, then spitting on his tool and rubbing it a bit more. Finally, he pushed hard and entered my asshole. I've taken dick before, as I'm bicurious. And his dick was average, though a bit thick. Still, as he started pumping my ass very very hard soon after entering it, I moaned like a little girl immediately. He didn't show any mercy, fucking me hard and deep for what felt like an eternity. Then he finally started grunting and I could feel him picking up the speed even more. His last few thrusts nearly made me lose my consciousness. He moaned loud and deep and then I felt his load being spurted right into my asshole. He stayed deep inside me all the time and even after he was done. Then he pulled out in one fast motion, resulting in a load of shit coming out as well. As I hadn't expected him to fuck me, I didn't do an enema beforehand. He didn't seem to care, as he calmly ordered me to turn around and get on my knees again. This way, I faced his shitty dick, stinking of my own poop. He told me to suck him clean. The first time since I met him I hesitated, trying to think about this situation. But this was the moment when I had to realise that I didn't have any choices anymore.

He took me hard at my chin, looked me in the eye and told me to open my mouth with a clear and direct voice. I did and he spat in my mouth. Then he told me to swallow it. I did. He then said that I was his bitch now and if I ever were to hesitate again, the punishment would be painful. As he held my chin very hard, I knew he wasn't joking. So I cleaned his dick from my shit, very gentle and careful not to leave any traces of shit. As I was finished, he told me to get dressed. I did and I still felt some shit around my asshole but as I had a clear command, I didn't care.

He drove me back to the train station and let me go without any other word spoken. I went home, took a shit and then a shower and went to bed, thinking about what had become of me.

Can we please all get on the same page about the rampant racism on this site? I mean come on seriously, I say we just accept the fact that the niggers are stupid, smell bad, are all on drugs and have aids and be done with it. No more of this "blah blah I want to see my wife/girlfriend/dad fucked by a bbc and get a belly full of black baby butterscotch" that was the internet of yesterday and that day is dead. Today is a brand new day and no one really wants to see their wife/gf/dad railed by a big stinky monkey (or a herd of monkeys) Cuckold-ing is so un-hot and being a cuckold for blacks is just what they expect you to do. If you like that crap keep it to your damn self, the poop eaters have backed off with their bullshit and whatever happened to good old fashioned American lesbian porn? Did that stop being hot? Or is it just too "vanilla" now? Please chime in below and lets kill this bitch once and for all.

(Besides you don't really have a wife/gf/and or dad do you? No. No you don't)
(And you're not Eminem, so pull up your fucking pants homo)

my confession is this, most if not all the post on hear is so full of shit, it makes me poop my own pants!!!!

how about some real people tell the truth and not lie!!!

So I went to Church yesterday for the first time in 13 years, The only problem, I ate some beans on Saturday night, as the preacher was preaching I thought I could get away with letting a silent but deadly ass fart, well I forgot I was sitting on a wood bench, which will amplify farts, so as I ripped ass I rattled the whole fucking bench which is about 30 feet long, I then heard alot of laughs around me and I looked at this guy next to me and he was bright red, so being the nice guy I am, I moved way over and plugged my nose as if to blame him for the fart, anyways the service went on and I was miserable with holding more farts in, which can cause serious fucking problems, as the congregation was singing, I ripped ass again, shitting my pants with the squirts, I then proceeded to get to the bathroom down the hall, and as I was walking a piece of poop fell out by my shoe, so I walked alot faster then, Anyways I then said fuck it and went home, I think I better not eat beans and fucking corn, cabbage together, I cant post any pics of my pants because I burned them along with the bible.

i confess that i like to poop my pants at work

i just pooped my pants

I need to confess! I started pooping on my husband about two years ago after I saw some femdom pooping videos. Well it turned me on so much I had to try it! Fortunately over the past 17 years I’ve turned my hubby into a pant wearing, crossdressing, cock sucking sissy faggot. I’ve have denied my hubby pussy mine or others since then, locked him in chastity, cuckolded him with men and women, and made him clean my fucked pussy and ass before sucking my lovers cock clean after fucking my ass and it had shit on it (that’s when I realized sissy would eat shit for me but was afraid he would reject the idea of me shitting on him). Hubby also never refused my lovers brown load of sperm from my ass and never left me dirty. Well I’m addicted to shitting on hubby, I can’t get enough, I’ve since become aroused to feeling shit on myself too, here I am masturbating with my shit in front of my sissy. He wasn’t allowed to touch me, but I did make him eat my pussy after. Am I getting into scat? I love love love shitting on sissy, making him eat my shit, making him shit himself, putting diapers on him and I want to do my ultimate fantasy of making sissy rim And eat a mans ass while he shitting, while I’m shitting on sissy’s little dick, and then making sissy suck the mans cock and cum! I guess I’m a scat lover? I can’t help it though the power of shitting into a sissy’s mouth and making them swallow!

I confess that I like to shit in my pants then smear my poop all over my cock and tug until i blow my load.

Don't Shave That Hair!!!

My friend recently made a mistake in his life, and I offer his story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with him having trouble dumping. These are in his words. I tried to clean it up some.

No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my butt-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my cheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.

I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.

I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my butt of hair. Occasionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My cheeks were smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.

Little did I know.

I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two cheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.

Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic turd-molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky brown/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. It felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.

Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my crack off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering poop/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own turds blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."

Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for this hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my cheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.

As if that wasn't enough, I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could tell that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, go home to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to a house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo Homes, smell you later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne, as the king of Bel-Air.

I confess i like to come home from work and poop my pants then play with it