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Reading the story posted by Anonymous Coward made me recall a similar accident that befell me recently.
I was in a queue at the local Building Society, where there were only two tellers on duty when an urgent call came from below. Since an operation on my lower bowel I have to answer this call pretty damn quick, or else. Anyway, I'm hopping from one foot to the other and squeezing my cheeks together by the time I reach the counter. One away from the office I decided to make the best speed possible to the nearest public loos, about 2-300 yards away and set off. I could feel a turtle's head trying to make its way into my pant gusset as I did so, but was confident that I would be able to hold the worst back.
Unfortunately when I was within a few yards of safety I was accosted by an old friend of my wife's, who is disables and on a mobility scooter. She is also an inveterate gossip and wanted to know the latest scandal and ins and outs of the community where we live. By now the pressure was building greatly and I knew that if I didn't make a dash for it I was going to fll my underpants. However I felt I could scarcely say "Excuse me, I must go before I crap my pants" and so managed to keep some sort of composure. Eventually I managed to get away, but as I did so I began to lose it. My underwear began to bulge as a huge load forced its way out. By the time I reached the loos cubicle I had completely shat myself.
I dropped my trousers and shook out my once-white cotton pants into the bowl, then found to my horror that there was no toilet paper. There was a huge stain up the back of my pants already, so I just pulled them back up and made my way out. I live about a ten minute bus ride away from the town centre and I could feel my soiled pants sticking to my backside. By tghe time I reached home my pants were quite ruined. I went straight to the bathroom and changed and showered. The pants had to go straight into the bin, they were too far gone to wash.
I was in a queue at the local Building Society, where there were only two tellers on duty when an urgent call came from below. Since an operation on my lower bowel I have to answer this call pretty damn quick, or else. Anyway, I'm hopping from one foot to the other and squeezing my cheeks together by the time I reach the counter. One away from the office I decided to make the best speed possible to the nearest public loos, about 2-300 yards away and set off. I could feel a turtle's head trying to make its way into my pant gusset as I did so, but was confident that I would be able to hold the worst back.
Unfortunately when I was within a few yards of safety I was accosted by an old friend of my wife's, who is disables and on a mobility scooter. She is also an inveterate gossip and wanted to know the latest scandal and ins and outs of the community where we live. By now the pressure was building greatly and I knew that if I didn't make a dash for it I was going to fll my underpants. However I felt I could scarcely say "Excuse me, I must go before I crap my pants" and so managed to keep some sort of composure. Eventually I managed to get away, but as I did so I began to lose it. My underwear began to bulge as a huge load forced its way out. By the time I reached the loos cubicle I had completely shat myself.
I dropped my trousers and shook out my once-white cotton pants into the bowl, then found to my horror that there was no toilet paper. There was a huge stain up the back of my pants already, so I just pulled them back up and made my way out. I live about a ten minute bus ride away from the town centre and I could feel my soiled pants sticking to my backside. By tghe time I reached home my pants were quite ruined. I went straight to the bathroom and changed and showered. The pants had to go straight into the bin, they were too far gone to wash.
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