I was dating this guy and felt always nervous cause I’m not use to it. I’m very independent and it was quite weird the first months to sleep at his appartement. And when I’m nervous, i‘m always bloated, my stomach hurts and I don’t feel well. Also I usually always poop in the morning and even though his apartment was big enough for him not to hear me do my business, I wasn’t very comfortable.
Unusual for me, I once spend 3 days in its apartment and was too nervous to poop, so the last day, coming back home I took a laxative. Long story short I’m going at his appartement, we have sex bla-bla-bla, and at 2am I realize I’m not going to hold it any longer. So instead of taking a shit, afraid it’s going to be loud, I’m saying to the guy that “oh damn I should go home I have so much work in the morning blabla I really have to go home”. He doesn’t understand, gets a bit frustrated but off i go. My stomach is killing by the time the Uber arrives, I sit and sweat, not feeling great. 5 minutes had passed and I feel like I’m going to pass out, and then it happened. I fucking shat in my pants. Liquid stinky shit all over my legs and ass. It’s winter time but I still open the window cause it stinks. I’m crying a bit I must confess. 3 minutes after it happened, I see the Uber driver sniffing and looking at his feet and surrounding, before looking at me through the rear mirror. The shame is all over my face, I can’t hide it. He asks me “I think you walked on dog’s shit no ?”. And I’m like “oh I don’t know I smell nothing”. He pulls out and ask me to take off my shoes or at least rub them against the sidewalk. I do it, hiding the back of my pants as much as possible. Then he takes a look at the backseat to see if there’s dog shit in the carpet, and that’s when he realized it was me. You could see. You could see a liquid trace of shit on the seat.
He didn’t say a thing, he looked horrified, and just said “I’m can’t take you home” and left.
I came home by walking in my pants full of shit and shame.
The guy is still my boyfriend and I never told him.
Funny story, at the beginning of the relationship it was really hard for him to understand why I was always leaving him to go home, and felt really insecure about it, thinking I was just too wild for him, almost gave up on me.
instead i was just trying to shit in peace.
Happy ending though, now I just wake up earlier than him and do my thing.