I had gone out for lunch to a little restaurant that everyone in my office had said was very good. It was a distance from my office, but I walked because I did not want to take my car out of the parking lot and then have to re-park it. People in my office gave me some recommendations on what to order. So I looked at the menu and ordered one of their recommendations that sounded good to me.
It took a while before I was served my lunch, and by the time it did arrive it was getting late. I have to admit, it was very tasty! They offered me a free pastry for dessert since my lunch took so long to be served. I said OK, and they brought me a large Ã©clair. It too was very good. I paid the bill and started to walk back to my office.
I did not get 2 blocks from the restaurant when my stomach started gurgling and I started feeling a twinge of pain in my gut. I thought it would pass, but it just kept getting worse and worse. I started to walk faster, because I knew I needed to get to a toilet quickly. My mind was so focused on getting back to my office, I did not even think of going into one of the other buildings and asking to use one of their restrooms. I had my building in sight and thought no problem I will get there. Beads of sweat started forming on my brow and I started having waves of hot flashes. When I got to the last street I had to cross before reaching my building, I got stuck for the â€˜Donâ€™t Walkâ€™ sign. Just my luck, there was a cop directing traffic on the corner, so I did not dare cross against the light. I was now desperate! My stomach was in full distress, and the pain became excruciating. As soon as the â€˜Walkâ€™ sign was lit and the cop gave us the signal to walk, I started running across the street. I think that was my mistake. Before I even got to the other side of the street, disaster struck. What felt like a bubble formed between my butt cheeks, and immediately burst as a flood of diarrhea started to fill by pants. There was no stopping it once it started. All I could do was get onto the sidewalk and lean against the building to support myself. The sharp shooting pain in my stomach continued as I just stood there shitting my pants. I knew my briefs were loaded. My green suit pants became a darker green as they got wetter and wetter from the diarrhea.
Finally my stomach stopped aching, and I stopped shitting. What was I to do? I could not go back into the office like this. I knew my pants were wet and dripping, and besides, I stunk. I walked to the back of the building near the parking lot. Fortunately, I had my cell phone. I called one of my buds from the office and told him I had a personal accident and asked him to lock up my office and bring me my car keys and suit jacket. When he came to where I was, I told him to keep his distance and toss me my keys. He was concerned and asked if I was alright and could drive home. I told him everything was OK.
I rummaged through the trunk of the car looking for the old towel I knew was someplace in there. Once I found it, I put it on the car seat before I got in. Sitting down was quite the experience. I got behind the wheel of the car without letting my butt touch the seat. I knew I could not drive like that and had to sit down. My brain was just not ready for that. I tried to sit, but my brain would not allow my legs to relax so my butt could touch the seat. I finally slowly lowered myself onto the seat. As my weight was shifting onto the seat, I felt the mass that was in my briefs ooze out. Donâ€™t think about it, I kept telling myself. I did look down and my pants were already visibly stained.
While driving home I had more twinges of pain in my gut. I hoped that as long as I was sitting I would not mess my pants again. I was lucky this time. I pulled the car into the garage and immediately pressed the button to shut the door behind me. I got out of the car and stripped in the garage before quickly rushing into the house to sit on the toilet for the next round! I think I sat on the toilet for at least half an hour if not longer until I was completely out of discomfort and my legs fell asleep!
Anyone need a fairly new suit jacket? Sorry no matching pants. HaHa…