Pooped Pants At Work
This just happened on friday and it was so stupid how it happened. It all begun at 9.30 a.m i was on the phone dealing with an irate customer for (it seemed) ever i tryed telling her your orders being re picked and will be out shortly to you, anyway while iam trying to deal with this cretin er i mean customer (oops) my stomach gurgled, and got that feeling i needed a toilet like NOW. As i have mentioned before due to a weak bladder i wear pull ups at work just in case of a wet accident, being a supervisor iam allways in long boring meetings and i cant allways leave. Anyway where was i? oh right iam on the phone and the feeling in my stomach is getting worse my tummy now rumbling and groaning, i did not dare fart, in desperation i cut short the conversation with the customer, i hung up and rushed to the bathroom. I quickly run down the hallway from my office and went into the washroom of course all three stalls are taken (my luck) i stood there wincing with pain holding my bum and jiggling around come on hurry up some one i cant hold this much longer i thought, finally i heard paper being ripped off the holder in one of the stalls then the sound of flushing the door opened and out walked a beautifull gorgeous young girl about maybe 17 if that, she smiled and said hi, i nodded and rushed into the stall to be greeted by one hell of a smell, jesus girl what the hell were you eating? i thought. now just at this point i accidently farted ------and that was all it took to poop my pants, i groaned and closed my eyes oh wonderfull mellisa well done. i stood there for a moment wondering what to do, i slowely pulled my black dress pants down and stepped out of them, hung them up on the hook and then pulled down my white pull up peering into the underwear i saw the smelly brown mess, not as bad as i had imagined, i sat on the toilet and peed and strained, a farty sounding poop made a splash sound as it hit the water in the bowl. And so begun the clean up, i swear i used up most of the toilet paper wiping my bum, finally i was done, now i allways keep a spair diaper/pullup in my locker, i never carry a purse just a wallet in my pants (i think its a lesbian thing not sure) so of course my next job was to go to my locker and get the spair pair, i flushed and made my way over to my locker (luckily the lockers are next to the washrooms in the same room ) i opened up the door and fumbled in the bag i keep them in--------- EMPTY i franticly searched in the bag "oh come on no way" i said and then i remembered i had used it just last week and forgot to bring another one in with me, i felt like banging my dumb blonde head against the locker exept it probably would hurt, hang on let me try------- (blonde girl bangs head against locker) OUCH!!!!!! yes it hurts, errrr ok iam back on track with story. I slammed the locker door and said the f word this meant i now would have to go commando for the rest of the day. All day i was on edge, what if i wet my self or worse? but some how i made it through the day, 4.00 came and i quickly left the office just briefly to pee one more time before the drive home, when i got home i changed into a pair of sweat pants and noticed a huge poop stain in my dress pants i guess i never wiped my self as good as i thought, oh well.