[quote name='Sofa King Kool']Trust me, I know how awful it feels to take a warm, sloppy dump in your pants.
One time, I think I was in 6th or 7th grade, I was at my local Target looking at DVDs. I felt fine, I didn't have to go to the bathroom, I wasn't sick, nothing. So, as I was looking at the DVDs, I felt a little gas start creeping about. I thought nothing of it, as it felt fairly normal. I tried to squeeze it out silently, considering I was surrounded by three people: one average guy, some fat lady, and this really hot girl.
I was trying to let it out, and everything was going well. Then it happened. Without any form of warning, what felt like a simple fart turned out to be much more. It was silent. Then, all of a sudden;
*PBTHPBTHPBTHPBTHPBTH*
I took a monster dump in my whitey-tighties. All three people knew what had happened, because you could literally hear it hitting my pants. I stood there in horror, DVD in hand, trying to figure out what to do. All three people were staring at me. As I stood there, stunned, the smell hit. I saw the guys face twist in agony. I had no other choice: I ran. I threw the DVD to the floor, and ran through the store searching for a bathroom. While I was running, I could feel the poo sloshing about in my pants. It finally broke free of my underwear, and I felt it pour down my leg. By this point I was practically crying. I finally found a bathroom and ran in. I took off my pants, and to my horror, the shit had smeared everywhere. All down the legs, across the back, and even the front. The shit had even soaked into my white socks and made it's way into my shoes. My legs were caked in shit, pretty much everything from the waist down was. I cleaned myself up as best I could with some toilet paper. I wanted to keep this a secret, so I stuffed my underwear and pants with toilet paper and left the restroom.
The car ride home with my mom was unbearable.[/quote]