DiaperedTeddyBear
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I had to take a 4-hour trip yesterday and almost ended up pooping my pants because my IBS was acting up. I’ve had a lot of near-misses, but this time it was very close. It was in the middle of nowhere, so there were no gas stations where I could stop, and I was on the freeway, so even if I had stopped, I would have had nowhere to go.
Luckily it was dark outside and I was able to hold it until the next exit. I got off the freeway, parked on the side of the road and ran up the hillside to find a tree to crouch down behind. I pulled down my pants not a second too soon. As I crouched in a rather vulnerable position, I could see the headlights of passing cars. I hoped I was far enough from the road and hidden enough by the tree that no one could see me. Mostly though I was just happy to be pooping on the ground and not in my pants. I had brought napkins from the car that I used as toilet paper, so my underwear stayed clean. I'm also glad it was just me in the car at the time and that no other cars took the exit while I was crapping my guts out behind that tree.
My heart goes out to all of you with F-IC. Despite my ABDL tendencies, this is not a fun problem to have to deal with. I rarely have IBS close calls like this, but it always seems to happen on road trips, and I'm about to the point where I want to wear a diaper for any long car ride.
I don't know how some of you deal with this on a daily basis, but I feel a lot of empathy for you right now.
Luckily it was dark outside and I was able to hold it until the next exit. I got off the freeway, parked on the side of the road and ran up the hillside to find a tree to crouch down behind. I pulled down my pants not a second too soon. As I crouched in a rather vulnerable position, I could see the headlights of passing cars. I hoped I was far enough from the road and hidden enough by the tree that no one could see me. Mostly though I was just happy to be pooping on the ground and not in my pants. I had brought napkins from the car that I used as toilet paper, so my underwear stayed clean. I'm also glad it was just me in the car at the time and that no other cars took the exit while I was crapping my guts out behind that tree.
My heart goes out to all of you with F-IC. Despite my ABDL tendencies, this is not a fun problem to have to deal with. I rarely have IBS close calls like this, but it always seems to happen on road trips, and I'm about to the point where I want to wear a diaper for any long car ride.
I don't know how some of you deal with this on a daily basis, but I feel a lot of empathy for you right now.