Poop accident story

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Except karma got the better of me and I sharted the wettest, grossest mess in my pants. I decided that 27 hot chocolates in a few hours would be a good idea. Well, after 27 hot chocolates, I had to use the bathroom. Sadly, I did not make Poop accident story.

As I was running as fast as my little legs would take me, I pooped. It projected out of me so fast people would've thought my pants were a tap dispensing poop. It was everywhere, in my pants, my socks, my shoes, the floor. But at least my dad got the rest of the day off to take me home. While on a trail ride, I had to poop. There weren't any bathrooms near us, and I wasn't about to go in the woods with the entire group of campers right there. So, I pooped myself while riding a horse. I had to sit in it for 20 minutes until we got back to the main building, where I jumped off my horse and ran to the bathroom.

The best part was that the girl behind me during the ride kept saying, 'your horse is farting a lot!

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I grew up in a small town and we would all party on a stretch of road out in the country. I was hanging out there when it hit me. I took off and was going to go to the nearest gas station, but then a scenario of me shitting my pants in this public place started haunting me. So, I kept on driving home. I was 17 and still living with my parents. I flew into the driveway, rushed into the garage, and when I grabbed the the doorknob I unloaded on myself. I just stood there in shock. I was wearing shorts.

My Poop accident story brother opened the door and looked me up and down as shit was just rolling out of me. One year, we were heading back home and and my brother was like, 'oh my GOD I have to poop. Like, he was going to shit his pants soon. At that point, my dad pulled off on an exit that didn't have any public places. We had no toilet paper, so we were digging through empty McDonald's bags and throwing him all the unsoiled napkins we could find. He jumps out of the car before it fully stops and runs around to the back of some building to poop.

Roughly five minutes later, he comes run-shitting around the building holding his pants and dives back into the family van. Turns out some coyotes saw him and got curious enough that they kept running up to him while he was trying to poop. To this day, he still gets travel toilet paper for Christmas. My commute was over 35 miles one way. I had to turn around and head back home with a cushion of shit to sit on, which continued to erupt beneath me.

I grabbed the floor mat and placed it under me and continued to shit all the way home. I really had to poop and couldn't hold it any longer, so I ran to use it. This happened in Texas, and in the summer you'll come across wasps. Sure enough, right when I was at the point of no return, I see a wasp hovering in my stall. I see it slowly descending towards me. A little bit up, a little bit further down until it lands on my bare, pooping ass. Right when it lands, I literally whimpered like a dog. Apparently that was enough to scare the wasp away, so Poop accident story quickly finished and Poop accident story out.

Like there was a lot, but it had a clean wipe so I thought I was good to get in the shower, so I did. Next thing I know, I started to feel a disturbance in the force. I just assumed it was gas. I was under the assumption that since I had a successful shit before the shower that there was no way there could be anything more. So, I half-squatted and let it go. A whole fucking 'nother log slammed onto my shower floor and pancaked into a pile.

I had no idea what do to. I wasn't gonna touch it with my hands. So, I cupped my hands together to catch the stream of water coming out of the shower head and tried to jet it at the pile of poo in hope I could wash it down the drain.

It took forever, and I ended up clogging the shower drain. Just then, tornado sirens start going off. About a minute later, kids start piling in the bathroom. My ass is still exploding and there's nothing I can do to stop it. The bathroom is now full of at least 50 boys and girls. It smells, it's loud, and everybody in there is pissed.

I'm finally done, but I decide to stay in the stall to try and and avoid further embarrassment. But then a teacher asks me if I'm done, so I tell her yes. She tells me to come out. I walk out with my head down as everybody looked at me with disgust. I got hit with this impending urge to poop. It was so bad that I was groaning and running away towards the bathroom. One of my friends decides to shoot me with an air-soft gun as I ran. He nailed me right in the ass, and I shit my pants instantly.

I asked the captain if there was a bucket or something I could shit in since we were in a pretty small fishing boat, and he dragged out this really dirty and crusty bucket, then handed me a roll of toilet paper. So, there I was shitting in a bucket in a boat in front of several family members. Now if that isn't awkward enough, it turns out the bucket apparently had a crack in it. Normally this wouldn't be too much of a problem I guess, but this shit was well It leaked out of the bucket, went all over the boat, and ended up getting all over my pants.

For my first tournament, I had to lose two pounds to qualify for my weight class. My freshman logic led me to take laxatives to shit out the two pounds. I took it before school, but it didn't kick in until the bus ride home. The ride was a long and gassy one. Each fart was a literal escape of gas and a metaphorical escape of my willpower to hold back the flood. After the bus dropped me off, I sprinted towards my house. Each step I took, I let out a small fart. Sadly, I was only a couple yards away from my house when I let out what I thought was a victory fart.

While it was a fart, it was wet, but there was not victory. Suddenly, I have the tummy grumbles. Luckily for me, my house is only 5 minutes away. Then, I ripped ass. I had shorts on, so it spilled all down my legs, all over the stairs, up my back. You name it, I had shit on it. My boyfriend hears the large commotion and stands at the top of the stairs to gaze upon the poop massacre. I want to be slaughtered, but thought it could be fine I was covered in shit and tears. I was complaining but also making fun of him, trying to get him Poop accident story pause the show and go use the bathroom.

Finally, he relented and got up to go. When he was halfway up the stairs, I figured I'd fart a really loud fart to tease him. Karma is a bitch, people. He went to the bathroom and 20 minutes later, he comes back, freaking out, saying the toilet won't flush. It was too big. It wouldn't fit in the hole. He brought me to the bathroom to show me.

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It was impossibly thick. I grabbed a bunch of plastic bags and made him scoop it out of the toiled, run outside, and throw it in a ditch. One day, she was sitting in the bathroom while our mom made the bath. I told her something really funny — so funny that she shit on the Poop accident story from laughing so hard. I had told her my stomach didn't feel well, but she left regardless. I was in downtown region of my city, so I figured there were plenty of bathrooms around if I needed to go. I got out of the car, frantically looking for the nearest bathroom, but every place was closed.

Now it was no longer a mission of finding a bathroom, but rather where could I poop without anyone seeing? I start to run towards the nearest alley. Poop was already coming out, streaming down my leg. Just as I approach the alley, it all comes out in an explosion of shame down my legs. I wasn't about to continue wearing my defiled jeans, so I strip down to nothing, use my shirt to clean up the damage, and call my mom to tell her I'm walking home.

I walked 14 blocked, completely naked in my tireless quest to get home unnoticed. We were headed to our apartment when we got trapped in traffic between two standstill trains.

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I danced in my seat for awhile before I realized I was not going to be able to hold it. I hopped out of the passenger seat and ran into the field that was next to the road. Boyfriend was screaming, 'What if the train moves and I have to drive away?

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