One Trip Gone Wrong
ONE TRIP GONE WRONG
I had been out hiking in the woods, I remember stopping after about 4 miles for lunch, I had a large meal of turkey sandwiches and chips. About 30 minutes later I continued my hike. As I was walking and climbing I started getting gassy and was farting occasionally as I climbed or jumped. I walked higher and higher up the trail all the while my stomach starting to cramp up and farts slipping out of my rear more often.
After a while I felt the need to poop getting rather urgent and knew I would need to hurry and get back to the start of the trail and get to a toilet. Telling myself I would finish the hike and see the end some other day I knew it was a smart choice to turn back as a large fart escaped and pressure started increasing.
After an hour I needed a break and sat down. I looked at my map and realized I still had almost 6 miles to go until I reached the start of the trail. Already my need to poop was great and every step I took made my stomach and bowels churn as I felt my need growing. My progress began slowing as I would need to stop walking and try to prevent myself from filling my pants with poo.
Suddenly I stopped and saw a large boulder. I had forgotten about this, I had needed to crawl over it from the of the cliff before but with my need to poop I knew that crawling and movement would spell disaster. Deciding to jump the rock believing it would be least dangerous in a accident. As I jumped over the large rock in the path, I immediately bent over and placed my hand over my rear. Anymore jumps like that and I'm going to end up with a real mess in my pants.
Until then I had not wanted to go to the side and poop due to my lack of toilet paper and the trees here were all pines so I had no source at all to wipe with. Knowing I didn't have much of a choice I had just decided I was going to go off to the side when I heard a large group coming behind me. I checked my watch and realized the paths would be crawling with hikers at this hour and there was not enough cover to hide behind to do my business.
Groaning I stood back up and continued down the path wincing and farting trying to finish my hike. Suddenly feeling a rush of pain I quickly sat down on a large boulder trying to hold it in. As I rested I thought about times when I was a child I had always had great control over my body and had few accidents especially not as an adult.
Telling myself I needed to finish the last two miles and not embarrass myself I began to stand but immediately sat back down realizing in horror I could no longer stand without losing what little control I had left. Refusing to lose this battle and be humiliated I sat there clenching my butt cheeks and rocking back and forth farting and groaning.
As I saw a large group of people coming I tried to stop farting knowing they would smell it immediately, unfortunately right as they were passing by in front of me a huge fart ripped out of me and my body gave in loading my shorts and underwear with warm mushy poop. It was pouring out of me right in front of all the people and what was worse I was pooping so much it began running down my legs and was easily visible from the dark stains and massive sagging bulge.
As the group witnessed my messy accident they covered their noses and made noises of disgust, some giggled and pointed. After the efforts and struggling this pushed me over the edge and I began to cry and sat there with piles of poop smeared all over my backside and still running down my legs. I don't know how long I sat there bawling like a child as people watched but I will never forget that terrible disgusting accident.
Written By: Crazy