I'm 16, about 5.5, 110 lbs, tan, brown hair. I've been on this site a few times but haven't ever posted before, only cause something never happened to me regarding pooping. Well, now it did. I'd like some feedback too, just to tell me what you thought and how I wrote it and what you think and everything. Anyways, it was Saturday night, and I was going out. My b/f was going to pick me up, but he was broke and we couldn't go out to eat. I didn't care, I just figured I'd eat something at home. So anyways, I microwaved some chicken and ate it. I think that was what did it to me. I just bought a new jean skirt and shirt, I had a shower and put those on(they were real cute!)and I left my house with my b/f. He picked me up around 6. We went to a party you know, we were just hangin around, having a good time. We drank a little, he did a little more than me, I just had enough to get a little buzz goin on. Well anyway, I got a little stomach cramp, but I toughed it ou! t, and it went away. I went about my night. About 30 mins later, it came back, a little stronger. I sat down, concentrated, it went away finally. After awhile, my stomach started to REALLY cramp up. I had to sit, I started to sweat, and I decided to go to the bathroom and shit before we had to go, cause I knew it would be a long way home, about 30 minutes at the most. I pulled my skirt down, my underwear down, and sat on the toilet, relaxing my sphincter. Nothing happened. I squeezed, tried to poop, but nothing happened. My stomach still hurt real bad, but I couldn't poop. I gave up, pulled everything up, and opened the door. Someone who was about ready to puke ran past me and started to puke their guts out in the toilet. I felt sorry for them, but they should've drank less. So anyway, I walked out to my b/f, and went up to him and told him I didn't feel good, hoping he would wanna leave. He just said sit here, so I cuddled with him some. The pain didn't go away, but I got u! sed to it. Finally, I had to fart, and I tried to fart, but I felt a little poop just about to come out, so I didn't allow myself to. I got up, told him I was going to the bathroom, and went. I opened the door, and the girl was laying on all 4s, another girl held her hair, there was puke all over the commode and the floor, and she was hurling her guts out. The girl holding her hair yelled "someone get some help!" I said "I gotta go to the bathroom." she said "well you can wait." By now my stomach was grubbling and chruning, twisting and turning, and I knew I was gonna have a major dump. I said "hurry up and get her outta here." she said "ok, just as soon as she gets done." I left and went back out to my b/f. I told him "I gotta really go to the bathroom." He said "Can't you hold it?" I said "no, I really gotta go." He said "check and see if their done, I wanna stay here awhile." By now my stomach was killed me, and I sat down, hoping to push the poop back up. I knew if I far! ted I'd shit my pants, so I dared not do that. I started sweating. I was in dire need of a toilet. After about 20 mins later, I went back to the bathroom, and the girl was passed out, her face laying in her own puke, and the girl was trying to pull her up. I saw the commode was covered in puke, so I just said f??k it. I went out and told my b/f "we gotta go now." He said "In a little while." I was so mad at him. I said "fine, I'm waiting in the car." He said, "I'll be out soon." So I went out, waited for him, smoked a cigarrete. It only made it worse. My stomach hurt so bad now, and my shit was forcing it's way out. I knew it would only be a matter of time. I called him on his cell. I said "get out here now damnit, I gotta go to the fucking bathroom." He said "alright, I'll be out." Well five minutes later, he wasn't out. My stomach made one more turn around, and the next thing I knew, my contracted sphincter slowly opened up. I was stunned, paralized. It finally opened, and! I couldn't do anything about it. I was wearing black Tommy Hilfiger underwear, they were like real short tight shorts. It held it poorly. My sphincter, totally opened, allowed a gushing burst of watery, gooey shit into my cute underwear. I felt the hot goo fill them, work its way around my ass, fill the crevice in my cheeks and flow everywhere. There was a soft crackling sound. Omg I was mad and mortified. And disgusted. And still feeling sick as a dog. All I wanted to do was sit on the toilet, shit my brains out and go to bed. But my fu???ng b/f was still inside. I started crying, sitting there in my hot mess that caked my round butt, and I called him. He didn't answer! I sat there in pure pain, knowing I would have to go again for about 10 mins. He finally came out, waved at me, and opened the door. He got in. "Omg, did you shit your pants?" I slapped him. "Yeah I did, if you would've got me outta there when I said, this wouldn't have happened." He patted my leg and appol! ogized, and I sat there, crying in my own hot filth. He started to drive home, and I said I had to crap again. He said "ok, i'll pull over at the next gas station." We were on a busy road, so I couldnt go on the side. Well we didn't come to a gas station for awhile, and I said "omg, I'm gonna do it again if we can't get there soon." Well, he hit a bump and I shit my pants again! This time it was more like the consistancy of real watery chili. I felt it leak through my skirt. I felt it everywhere. I leaked down my theigs on my front and it was just disgusting. It was a hot, disgusting, horrible feeling. I didn't feel any better, I just felt like I had a lot more in me. He gave me an old shirt to sit on, and when I leaned up, some of it rolled down my leg. It was horrible. As if things couldn't get any worse, with me really sick and terrible diarrhea, we got pulled over! Of all things, this was the worst. They made my b/f get out, do some road sobriety tests while I sat in the! re and cried, and he got a breathalizer. He failed. They cuffed him and put him in the car! Then they asked me to get out, and I said "please don't officer, I'm really sick and I had some accidents." They still made me get out, and they made me put my hands against the car. All the liquidy gooey shit in my pants slid down my legs while they frisked me. They said they wouldn't make me do tests, but they gave me a breathalizer, and I failed. I asked them if I could lay down, and they said yeah, so I put a shirt down and layed down in the back of his car, in piss poor condition. I had taken two huge dumps in my pants and had to lay in it! They called my parents and told them to come and get me, and they didn't do anything about me failing the test. They said "well since you're having such a bad night, we'll just forget about it as long as you don't it again." I said ok and thank you. Well my parents came, didn't say anything. No lecture. I had to go again, but I could hold it u! ntil we got to a gas station. I went it, dropped my soaked ruined panties and skirt, and sat on the toilet. My clothes were ruined and my legs were a mess! I sprayed diarrhea all over the bowl. I shit a couple more times, and gained the strength to get up, wipe my legs off and go back home. When I got back home, I tossed the skirt and my underwear in the trash, shit a couple more times, took a bath and went to bed. My b/f got a dui that night, I was grounded for 2 weeks for driving with him, and thats it. The night was horrible. I never had an accident before, and it sucked. Thanks! Please give me some feedback and tell me what you thought.