So, basically I arrived at school and everything was fine. I was talking to my friends hanging about before classes started, and I felt completely fine (no urge to go toilet). Once we got to our first class, as soon as the I sat down, I had the biggest urge to shit, like I was about to blow. I asked my math teacher if I could go to the toilet, and he said no because the bell had just rang and I had time to go before school started. Mind you that at the time I was on strong laxatives due to a medical condition, so when I need to go, I NEED to go. So I sat there busting to shit, doing my best to hold it in. Half way through the lesson me and my mates had to go to the hall to get our sports photos done, and I was so glad because I was so extremely closing to crapping everywhere. Though half way down the corridor, the shit decided it was time, and I had to kneel down like a monk and use all my fucking sphincter strength to hold this laxative shit in. I managed to hold it until I stood up, and then it was really fighting its way out, so I RAN. I ran as fast as I could to the nearest toilet but half way through running, my body gave way and I did the biggest most liquid shit while on the move. I didn’t stop running till I got to the toilet cubicle, then continued shitting as I tried to get my pants off and get on the toilet. Now believe me when I say that these laxative were strong, like some of the most powerful about, because I had shat my self so bad it had gone in my school socks down both legs of my pants and into my shoes as well. So my clothes were completely totalled and I didn’t have a spare change, so I had to call my mum who was working at the time to drive home and get my my spare uniform and sneak into the men’s bathroom and hand them to me. Genuinely the worst highschool experience of my life but a damn funny memory. During this whole event, from kneeling down like a monk, to instantly sprinting, my friends were extremely confused as to what I was doing. To this day they still don’t know about this. When they asked where I went before the photo I just said I was sick and needed to vomit.
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When I was 15 we had a vending machine at school, you used to be able to shake it and items would fall down for free.
I shook it and out came some milkshakes. I drank them.
This was the day I learned I was lactose intolerant.
I shat my pants just as I managed to open the toilet door.
Had to ring my older sister to fetch me and I escaped out a fire exit without anybody noticing the stench 😂
I crapped my pants during a camping – trekking school trip, walked and climbed all the way and down to camp, and cleaned myself the next day.
at that point i would’ve just walked out, if i gotta go then im just gonna go
I work security. I was checking a local chain store when I was hit with cramps from the darkest recesses of Hell. There was no running for the toilet. It was all butt clenched baby steps and prayers. God did not hear my requests!
With each step, my sphincter let go more and more brown mess. By the time I made it to the bathroom, I was in full release mode. I did my best to clean up the devastation left in my trousers.
The baby steps I had coming into the store were quickly replaced by the bow legged gun slinger walk out of the store. Luckily, I was around the corner from my house. I hopped in the car, raced home to shower, changed, and tossed my messy drawers into the washing machine.
This was hilarious 😂 especially the monk like kneeling description LOL
so cool💔💔
I once shit myself on the way to school just turned around and went back home.
Happens to the best of us. 😔