I soiled myself about an hour ago. I’d a fairly long day and ended up heading to an Indian restaurant for my dinner. I got the medium spicy chicken bhuta, fried rice and a nan bread. The Indian was superb and i had a few pints of Cobra as well. Afterwards i decided to walk the mile or so home. I’ve noticed that Indians, as much as i love them, don’t agree with me that much and i end up toxic enough for a day or so after eating them. About half way back i felt this insatiable urge to shit. I was in a fair bit of a conundrum about what to do as there was no facility nearby where i could shit. The more i panicked the more i felt the need to shit and the next thing i knew i had broken into a half jog. In hindsight i realise this was foolish as i was nearly half a mile from home and the jogging only worsened the situation. It was coming and there was nothing i could do about it.
At this stage i was outside the gate of a large gym. I spotted trees at the back of the car park and sort of shuffled/zig-zagged towards them, bearly holding on at this stage. There was a guy walking around the car park picking up papers so i had to evade him and if spotted make it look like i was heading to a car. Something had already gave at this stage. I got behind a tree, pulled down my beige trousers and shat furiously, all the while looking around for people who might be returning to their cars or passers by. I walked the mile or so home in soiled trousers. The whole experience was horrifying. I showered for 20 minutes afterwards.