Posted by rr on December 14, 2003 at 15:19 [81.86.230.170]
Fiona
This is something that happened to me a few years back when I was a student. I was on a train in Spain on the way to meet a friend.
I had met some other English speaking students on their way to Morocco and had joined them in their compartment for a pleasant couple of hours of conversation and a couple of beers. I had earlier been out to look for a functioning WC without success, all the ones in the nearby cars being either closed or too filthy to use. Someone told me that this often happens on this particular train that goes to the south of Spain. I had left the compartment of my companions several times to let go some particularly stinky farts. Often when I have to poop I begin letting real stinkers go. This sometimes has the effect of reducing the pressure and allowing me to wait a long time if it's not convenient to get to a WC. If this goes on long enough, however, the end result is always the same: eventually I reach a point where I DON'T DARE FART and must find a way to relieve myself. My last exit from the compartment to fart revealed that this stage had been reached. I realized just in time to save my dignity that one more fart definitely was not in order and that I had better set off down the train looking for a functioning loo.
My innards rumbling ominously, I set off looking for a place to relieve myself. In car after car, the WC was either closed or unusably filthy. I began to regret the over-ripe brie cheese that I'd eaten earlier in the day, and the beers that I had consumed. I really needed a place to poop, and I needed it soon! As I reached the last car, a feeling of desperation set in as I realized that its WC was also locked. I looked at my watch. In twenty minutes we would be in the next station. I would have to hope that I could control my unruly bowels till then, get off and find a place other than my panties to take a dump.
I headed back to my car and compartment to get my backpack and prepare to get off. Trains in Europe often stop for less than a minute at stations, and if you're not ready to get off, you don't get off. As I reached my compartment, the urgency relented a little and I began to think I could keep things under control till we got to the next station and avoid the embarrassment of messing my panties. I got my stuff ready and sat in the compartment waiting. After about five minutes, the urgency returned with a sudden sharp cramp, and I stood up thinking to ease things by changing position. I was thankful that there was nobody in the compartment with me to see me fidget and struggle for control. Have you ever seen a woman in the throes of trying to avoid shitting herself manage to retain her dignity at the same time? The pressure just got worse and worse; I got up and headed for the exit, noticing that there was now about ten minutes to go before we arrived at the station.
Somehow I got to the end of the car and waited with clenched cheeks for the eternity that it took the train to come to a stop. I fidgeted. I squeezed. I pressed my buttocks tightly together. It was going to take all my will power to keep the poop in my rectum from slipping out into my panties. By now I knew it would be soft and runny, the most difficult of all to hold when I have to go really badly. By the time the train stopped and I could get off, I froze on the steps for about 30 seconds, fearing I couldn't go down the steps without letting my cheeks relax and shitting my pants. Finally I got a grip on myself and struggled off the train towards the station. The thought of the WC in the station helping to concentrate my mind on keeping my now twitching anus from just opening right up under the pressure. I hurried to the WC and pulled on the door. LOCKED!!! A feeling of doom swept over me. My ass and thighs were sweating. My belly hurt. I couldn't take another spasm with my tired sphincter muscles.
I headed for the door. I would have to shit in the street, in an alley or something. My time had run out. I tried to walk normally till I was out of sight of the few patrons in the station. It wasn't easy. Every time I took a step, I risked losing control. I got out the door and saw a small park across the square in front of the station. I headed across the square. Thank god it was late at night and there was no one around! But before I could get to the park, a sudden, severe cramp surged though me, I felt things moving inside, I felt my asshole suddenly wet, I fought to keep it closed, but it opened of its own accord and an unbelievably massive soft dump was rapidly filling my panties. I felt it go around the leg bands and into my jeans, running down my legs. I just seemed suddenly to have no control at all! I was horrified. My body had a mind of its own. It had decided I was going to poop my pants and my brain was going to have no say!
When the shit finally stopped running out of me, I headed for the park, planning to get out of my ruined jeans and panties, and leave them in the park and get clean stuff from my backpack. I was a mess. The smell was terrible. I was very thankful I was alone. I got into clean clothes after using the unsoiled parts of my jeans to wipe myself as best I could. I headed back across the square to look for a taxi to take me to a reasonable hotel to stay the night. There I would be able to clean up properly. I reflected on the fact that I had just messed my pants like a little girl. I felt a strange mixture of relief and excitement. I hoped that the smell wouldn't be noticeable to the driver in the taxi. Or did !?!?
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