SoggyRunner
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I had something similar happen in 4th grade when I was 9 or maybe 10, except I hadn’t even made it to the bus. I have described it before, but I was sitting at my desk with an hour or so left in the school day when I suddenly felt a queasy stomach followed seconds later by sudden intestinal pressure and an uncontrollable burst of diarrhea in my pants. It happened so fast I had no time to even try to get to the bathroom. I was so shocked, I just sat there not knowing what to do. A few minutes later, it happened again, and I absolutely filled my pants. No one seemed to notice, but I was terrified if I got up to tell my teacher, everyone in the class would know what happened. Instead, I just kept working on my assignment and waited for the bell to ring. When it finally did, I slowly gathered my things and waited until most of my classmates rushed out before I headed to my bus. I stood up and slowly made my way to the bus, trying rather unsuccessfully to walk normally and still keep my accident contained to my Fruit of the Looms and undetected.Cottontail said:Messy underwear was rare for me as a kid, although it did happen a few times. I think my first experience with that was in middle school. I wasn't feeling well on the bus ride home, the bus got to my stop, and I had an accident right as I stepped out the door onto the street. Quite a near miss! I can't imagine the teasing if that had happened only moments earlier.
Thankfully, though a few other kids shared my stop, we all headed off in different directions and nobody got to see me waddle uncomfortably home. I didn't exactly hide my underwear though. I tossed them in the outside garbage can! And I did more or less the same thing on the handful of other occasions when I had messy accidents. Maybe if these things had happened when I was younger, I'd have hidden the evidence in the house someplace. Early in my diaper explorations, I did that with one of my sister's diapers that I'd taken and wet. Mom found it, but I don't remember being punished. I think I was six years old.
I made it to the bus and sat down, and it wasn’t until I stood up to get off at my stop that one of the girls on the bus said quite loudly, “Eww, you pooped your pants.” I denied it, but she asked, “Then why is your butt wet.” I replied something about sitting in water at recess, an obvious lie as it was sunny and not raining, and hurried off the bus. Now barely holding back tears, I tried to slip by my mom on the way inside. She asked if I was ok as I ran past and I said I just needed to pee and dashed into the bathroom, hoping to be able to clean up and hide my messy undies to toss out later. After a few minutes, as I was realizing there was no way I could handle this cleanup myself, she knocked on the door, said it was ok if I had an accident, and asked if I needed help. That did it and I broke down crying, horribly embarrassed, and she very gently comforted me and helped me clean up. I begged her to be able to stay home from school the next day as I didn’t want to face the embarrassment and teasing I was sure I’d receive. Amazingly, though, it was hardly mentioned, although it was obvious from the few comments I did hear lots of kids knew what happened. It was almost like everyone realized they could also be betrayed by their body and become the next victim, and didn’t want to tempt fate. It’s not like I didn’t get teased or bullied for other things, but my accident seemed to mostly get a pass, as did wetting accidents by a couple of other students in the class that year.