A few days ago my boss called and told me he just got an emergency job and was looking for volunteers, because we were off for the holidays he told me it paid double time. I still didn’t want to go but I knew the money was nice for Christmas.
Well once we got to the site, we found out it was worse then expected. What should have been an 8 hour job turned out to take 26hours of non-stop work. The boss brought us lunch and dinner, when he was not right there working with us, so that helped out a lot. The problem was there was no place to use the bathroom. Sure if we had to pee we could go in the woods but if you had to do anything else you kind of had to hang in there. It also did not help that the temperature was in the teens, and the wind chill was making it feel chillier then that.
By the time we were rapping things up, I started to feel the need to poop and I quickly found out I was not the only one. As we were heading out, the guy I was riding with told me he really needed to take a crap. I told him don’t worry you’re not alone. I did not have to go to bad and knew we were going to stop soon, so I did not worry about it too much. The problem was trying to stay awake because of how tired I was and my bed-wetting problem I’m sure I would have ended up soaked. I could till he had to go pretty badly because he got quite after a while. A while later he let out a bad fart then quickly apologized. That got us back on the topic of how bad he had to go. Shortly after I am sure he was glad to see the group in front of us pulling over to stop to get a bite to eat.
After that quick stop we were all back on the road. Still not having to poop to bad I decide to just wait till we got back. Well, mostly since I kind of have a phobia about pooping in public bathrooms.
It did not take long before I was fighting off sleep again. We were talking which helped a little but he kept telling to get some rest. I half thought about it since had on my insulated coveralls, if I did pee it would hide it but did not want to chance it.
Well I guess sleep won out because the next thing I know I woke up with a bad stomach cramp and realize we were all most back. Quickly I panicked when I felt my pants were wet. While I was trying to see if you could tell that I peed my pants, with out him knowing, he told me how long I was out. Luckily, it did not show. My stomach calmed down a little but the need to do was still there.
When we got back to the office, the urge to go was not that bad so I decided to just wait till I got home. I must have been sleeper then I thought because the next thing I remember is waking up in bed. My wife told my later when I got up that I had pooped and peed my pants.