Posted by The Guy on January 25, 2010 at 15:06 [68.192.151.63]
This is my first time posting here. I'm 18 and a senior in high school and I want to tell someone about what happened to me two weekends ago. I want to tell someone the story but then again I don't want anyone that I know to find out about this because it is very embarrassing.
Two Saturdays ago, I was taking a college placement test at school. There were a bunch of us from my school going to the same college, so the college scheduled the placement test at my high school. That worked out pretty well for me since I am also a cheerleader for my school's football team and we had a game that afternoon. It was a pretty tight schedule but the test would be over in time for the game and I wore my cheerleading uniform to the test so I could go directly from the test to the game.
It was a good plan except that during the test, I developed the need to have a bowel movement. Now my school's bathrooms are actually pretty nice as school bathrooms go - I pee in there all the time - but I've never been comfortable having bowel movements in there. I've always been very private about that and never liked to use the large multi-stall girls' rooms where someone in another stall could hear me having a bowel movement. That particular function was best done at home or at least in a single-user type of bathroom.
At the start of my freshman year in high school, I signed up to be a volunteer in the guidance office during my study hall period. In the guidance office was a nice, clean and very private single-user at a time style bathroom and though it wasn't really meant for student use, no one ever said anything about my using it since I had a legitimate reason to be in the guidance office. Even when it wasn't my volunteer period, I could still quickly pop in there, do my bowel movement, and pop out without anyone really paying attention. Every year, I've been a volunteer in the guidance office and that's how I've survived without ever having had to do a bowel movement in the regular girls' room at school.
Of course, sitting there on that Saturday morning taking this placement test and feeling a growing urgency in my bowels, I knew I had a problem. The guidance office wasn't open and I didn't have the luxury of that bathroom. In fact, not only was the guidance office blocked off on that Saturday morning, but most of the school as well - including the smaller, more secluded girls' rooms. All that was available for me to use at the time was the large, heavily used girls' room in the main corridor by the gym. The thought of using it for a bowel movement horrified me - especially now as there would surely be band members and other cheerleaders using it and hanging around in the hallway there in preparation for the game. Maybe I could have managed it an upstairs out of the way girls' room, but not in the main corridor one that everyone at the football game would be using. I began to contemplate just how of a predicament I was in. It was now a little after 11 AM and the game wouldn't start until 1 PM. It wouldn't be over until well after 3 PM or it would be close to 4 PM until I could get out of there and to my own private bathroom at home.
Of course, as the test dragged on, the need to go was only getting worse. Obviously, I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold it in until the football game was over, but I quickly convinced myself that I could at least hold it in until the test was over. I lived only a few blocks from the school and I had my car, so I figured after the test, I could quickly hop in my car, do my bowel movement at home and quickly drive back to school for the game.
Fortunately, I did make it to my car (it wasn't easy as I had to stop several times and clench my ass cheeks tightly closed to keep the movement in me), but no sooner had I sat down and closed the door, I simply couldn't hold it in any longer. I suddenly felt a strong surge from inside me and a big "log" started coming out beyond my control. I could feel this long log of soft poop slowly sliding out of me and through my ass cheeks. The funny thing was that it didn't feel all that differently from poop sliding out while on the toilet. But then I started to feel it accumulate in the seat of my panties and it's hard to really describe how dirty and disgusting that feels and how humiliated you feel sitting there with panties full of poop.
Your first thought is that at your age this couldn't possibly have happened and you couldn't possible have gone to the bathroom in your pants (especially #2). You think that if you'd just pinch yourself hard enough that you'd wake up and this would only be a bad dream. But then when you feel the mess spreading in your panties and all over and through your backside, you realize it's all too real. You curse the bad timing of your bowels when you realize that if they could have only waited 10 more minutes, you'd have been home and sitting on the toilet, and this would not have happened. But then you also think about how if it had happened just 10 minutes earlier, it would have happened in the classroom just as you finishing the test, and in front of one of your teachers and about a dozen of your classmates, and that humiliating would have been 10 times worse than you were feeling now. And finally, you come to the realization that no matter how much you dislike doing bowel movements in public bathrooms, no bathroom could possibly be worse than doing it in your pants. At that point in time, I felt like I'd rather have squatted down on the fifty yard line at halftime of the game and done it there than be dealing with this mess now.
All that was left to do now was head home as I had intended. That was even more important now, especially before someone saw me or got close enough to smell me. Ironically enough, my parents and my two younger sisters had already left for the game so fortunately I was home alone. Also fortunate for me was that between my underwear and my cheerleading slip, neither my car seat nor my cheerleading skirt had become soiled. My underwear and my slip were expendable but there'd have been no way to explain away a messed car seat or a soiled cheerleading skirt. There was no time to take a shower, so all I could do was grab a washcloth and go to work cleaning myself up. My panties were so bad I actually had to peel them off of me but they weren't really the problem as I had no intention of actually cleaning them. The problem, of course, was that the bowel movement was smeared all over my behind, between my ass cheeks, and some of it was even down between my legs. This was so disgusting that I felt like I was going to throw up, but fortunately I didn't and I was able to get myself cleaned up. I thought again about what would have happened if I were stuck in a school bathroom like this and didn't have a washcloth to clean myself. I had messed myself so badly that I think it would have been impossible to clean myself up with just toilet paper.
That part of the clean-up done, I carefully dried myself with toilet paper, and quickly redressed with clean underwear and a new cheerleading slip. I grabbed a plastic bag for my soiled panties, soiled slip and the washcloth, tied it shut, and carefully hid the whole package under some other garbage in the garbage can in the garage. I ever so thoroughly washed up and quickly headed back to school, arriving just in time for the start of the game, but quite a bit later than I was expected. I mean the test had been over for half an hour now and it didn't take that long to walk from the classroom to the football field behind the school. I had to tell my cheerleading coach that I had forgotten something and had to go home to get it. I got yelled at a little for being "careless" in forgetting something, but all things considered it wasn't so bad. I suspect it would have been quite a bit worse if she had known just how "careless" I truly was in letting myself have an accident. My mom noticed my lateness as well, but she had a better insight into the reason. Knowing how much I've always hated having bowel movements in public bathrooms, she simply assumed I went home for that purpose and teased me a bit about how sill I was about "those kinds of things." I thought it best, of course, that I simply confess to what she suspected and left it that.
Except for my own personal feelings of disgust and shame, I've gotten away with this and it does feel good to tell somebody and get this of my chest
I guess, the moral of the story is not to hold it in when you really have to go since whatever bathroom you have to use is a lot better than going in your pants. I know I'll never make that mistake again.
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