Most of the time, my accidents are planned
from the start, but sometimes, because I am so busy, I get a genuine
need to go when I am in the middle of something. Sometimes I hold it
until later, sometimes I am forced to go to the toilet normally, and
other times, I create a scenario in my current situation.
An example of the latter is when I was with my boyfriend in the cinema, back when I was 19. (I only saw him for a few months, then we split up. I have only had 2 boyfriends, and I’m still single at the moment.)
I felt the need to go as we were watching a film, so I decided to go there in the seat. But I still had to plan somewhat. I decided I wouldn’t stay in the seat long, and it was a cinema that I had been to many times so I knew how many cubicles there were in the toilet. It is always a worry when planning a public toilet cleanup that a cubicle is available in the toilet at the moment I need it.
So anyway, on this occasion, I was wearing a dress with no tights, as it was summer, and white cotton underwear. I felt the urgency, and I should have realised that the feeling was different, but I didn’t at the time. You know when you get THAT feeling? The sinking, the warm flush in your stomach? I got that. All the signs were there that this wasn’t going to be a normal poo. I ignored them, and it made for one of my best experiences. Terrifying at the time, I was only going out with this guy for about a month at the time. I thought it would be just another semi soft movement that would sit nicely in my pants until I got to the toilet.
So when the need came on strong, I leaned forward slightly in my seat and started to fill my underwear. I didn’t even need to push, it was coming out without any effort. Another warning sign that I ignored! Instead of coming out slowly, it ran out, wet and abrupt, and partially filled the back of my pants, as I was sitting quite firmly in the seat. For a moment it felt like it shot up my back, the warm feeling extended from my bottom up through my spine.
It was far messier than I had hoped, and I could smell it straight away, so I stood immediately. I could feel it was incredibly wet, and I worried about it escaping my pants, running down my legs, even staining my light coloured dress. Also I didn’t go completely, I only let a little bit out but it was enough to partially fill my underwear.
I was wearing a casual dress that was fairly light and thin, so I was worried about it seeping through the dress, which was a white/blue colour. As I stood I felt it splat down and sag my pants down slightly (not out of my dress, but from the back part of my pants to the bottom as I stood up). I firmly held on to the rest of it, and dashed to the toilet, without even saying a word to my boyfriend!
When I got to the toilet, another film had just finished, and, my nightmare scenario, all the cubicles were in use. I stood in the wet mess in a mad panic, waiting for a cubicle. I didn’t have long to wait, but it seemed far longer than what I actually waited. Luckily, waiting in a toilet with filled pants is not too bad, the smell could be coming from any of the other girls in the toilets, so I don’t think it could be pinpointed.
When a toilet was free, I rushed in, pulled my dress up over my head, and pulled down my underwear. They were pretty messy, but it didn’t overspill, and luckily, it didn’t stain my skirt. I emptied out my pants and sat on the toilet to get rid of the rest of the near-diarrhea. It shot out of me quickly, splashing loudly in the toilet. I farted uncontrollably a few times during it, and I knew other girls could probably hear, but I didn’t care. As I sat there, emptying my body of the rest of the mess, I inspected my underwear.
My pants were ruined. It was only a little bit that came out, but it was still a decent amount, and as my pants were white, they looked utterly ruined. The back was heavily wet and stained, and when I stood that made the mess worse. For such a small amount of mess, it was surprising just how stained my underwear was. It was showing through my pants too, as a big brown stain shining through. I just hoped so hard that it didn’t show through my dress.
I spent a good 20 minutes clawing at my pants with the thin toilet paper to try and clean them up as best as I could. I had spare pants, but they were in my bag, which I had abandoned at my seat when I fled. I even had to make a glove of toilet paper to ‘squeeze’ my pants to soak up the mess!
By the time I got back to my boyfriend, at least 25 minutes had passed, so he was worried. I whispered that I had an upset stomach. He didn’t ask any more questions. So I sat there for the rest of the film, in soiled knickers, hoping that sitting down on my dress wouldn’t leave a brown stain on them, until after it he drove me home. I made the excuse that I had tons of uni work to do, so he didn’t come in, so I went home and showered, relieved that I had gotten away with it. My dress was slightly stained on the inside only, and it wasn’t visible through the outside.
Surprisingly, both my underwear and my dress washed ok without leaving any stains. Well, it took a few washes for the pants to wash out completely stain-free!
An example of the latter is when I was with my boyfriend in the cinema, back when I was 19. (I only saw him for a few months, then we split up. I have only had 2 boyfriends, and I’m still single at the moment.)
I felt the need to go as we were watching a film, so I decided to go there in the seat. But I still had to plan somewhat. I decided I wouldn’t stay in the seat long, and it was a cinema that I had been to many times so I knew how many cubicles there were in the toilet. It is always a worry when planning a public toilet cleanup that a cubicle is available in the toilet at the moment I need it.
So anyway, on this occasion, I was wearing a dress with no tights, as it was summer, and white cotton underwear. I felt the urgency, and I should have realised that the feeling was different, but I didn’t at the time. You know when you get THAT feeling? The sinking, the warm flush in your stomach? I got that. All the signs were there that this wasn’t going to be a normal poo. I ignored them, and it made for one of my best experiences. Terrifying at the time, I was only going out with this guy for about a month at the time. I thought it would be just another semi soft movement that would sit nicely in my pants until I got to the toilet.
So when the need came on strong, I leaned forward slightly in my seat and started to fill my underwear. I didn’t even need to push, it was coming out without any effort. Another warning sign that I ignored! Instead of coming out slowly, it ran out, wet and abrupt, and partially filled the back of my pants, as I was sitting quite firmly in the seat. For a moment it felt like it shot up my back, the warm feeling extended from my bottom up through my spine.
It was far messier than I had hoped, and I could smell it straight away, so I stood immediately. I could feel it was incredibly wet, and I worried about it escaping my pants, running down my legs, even staining my light coloured dress. Also I didn’t go completely, I only let a little bit out but it was enough to partially fill my underwear.
I was wearing a casual dress that was fairly light and thin, so I was worried about it seeping through the dress, which was a white/blue colour. As I stood I felt it splat down and sag my pants down slightly (not out of my dress, but from the back part of my pants to the bottom as I stood up). I firmly held on to the rest of it, and dashed to the toilet, without even saying a word to my boyfriend!
When I got to the toilet, another film had just finished, and, my nightmare scenario, all the cubicles were in use. I stood in the wet mess in a mad panic, waiting for a cubicle. I didn’t have long to wait, but it seemed far longer than what I actually waited. Luckily, waiting in a toilet with filled pants is not too bad, the smell could be coming from any of the other girls in the toilets, so I don’t think it could be pinpointed.
When a toilet was free, I rushed in, pulled my dress up over my head, and pulled down my underwear. They were pretty messy, but it didn’t overspill, and luckily, it didn’t stain my skirt. I emptied out my pants and sat on the toilet to get rid of the rest of the near-diarrhea. It shot out of me quickly, splashing loudly in the toilet. I farted uncontrollably a few times during it, and I knew other girls could probably hear, but I didn’t care. As I sat there, emptying my body of the rest of the mess, I inspected my underwear.
My pants were ruined. It was only a little bit that came out, but it was still a decent amount, and as my pants were white, they looked utterly ruined. The back was heavily wet and stained, and when I stood that made the mess worse. For such a small amount of mess, it was surprising just how stained my underwear was. It was showing through my pants too, as a big brown stain shining through. I just hoped so hard that it didn’t show through my dress.
I spent a good 20 minutes clawing at my pants with the thin toilet paper to try and clean them up as best as I could. I had spare pants, but they were in my bag, which I had abandoned at my seat when I fled. I even had to make a glove of toilet paper to ‘squeeze’ my pants to soak up the mess!
By the time I got back to my boyfriend, at least 25 minutes had passed, so he was worried. I whispered that I had an upset stomach. He didn’t ask any more questions. So I sat there for the rest of the film, in soiled knickers, hoping that sitting down on my dress wouldn’t leave a brown stain on them, until after it he drove me home. I made the excuse that I had tons of uni work to do, so he didn’t come in, so I went home and showered, relieved that I had gotten away with it. My dress was slightly stained on the inside only, and it wasn’t visible through the outside.
Surprisingly, both my underwear and my dress washed ok without leaving any stains. Well, it took a few washes for the pants to wash out completely stain-free!
