I had lots of accidents, but the one that sticks in my mind the most was when a new girl at school found out I still pooped in my pants. She was new, beautiful, and best of all asked if I could be her boyfriend within weeks of starting at our school. Every guy in my grade was jealous and tried to get her attention but she only seemed to like me.
She had heard rumors about me and questioned me, but believed they were just something that had happened before. I was determined to prove the rumors wrong and live up to her expectations and actually succeeded until the day of an excursion to a wildlife park. Like usual I woke up late, which meant no time to prepare myself before school, including going to the toilet. When I finally got to school the bus was already waiting, with rather angry teachers demanding I get on the bus immediately. That was ok until I sat down and realized how badly I needed to poop. I was always constipated and hadn’t pooped for days and it was extremely obvious it wanted to come out. I had ignored it for to long and as we drove to the wildlife park the massive, big log began to force its way into my underwear.
My amazing new girlfriend carried on her conversation, looking into my eyes, completely oblivious to what was happening. I’m not sure how big the massive log was but it seemed to go on forever, like it was trying to break a new world record. I pretended to be interested in what my girlfriend was saying but that was impossible. The log felt so big and firm it was like someone had installed an elevator in my underwear and pressed the top floor button. It seemed like it was lifting me off my seat, like a car jack slowly lifting the wheel off the ground. To my surprise she didn’t seem to realize and neither did anyone else. I’m not sure why I didn’t just go to the toilet and discard my underwear but as time went on without being discovered my confidence grew.
That was until a guy in my grade decided to pull my pants down as we listened to one of the guides talking. I don’t remember what the guides talk was about, but I definitely remember the look on my girlfriend’s face. Her eyes went like dinner plates and a look of complete shock appeared. I remember trying to make an excuse but by that stage it had already been in my underwear for hours. The next day when I got to school, she was waiting at the gate and quickly pulled me aside the moment I walked through. With the privacy of no one listening she told me she didn’t want to go out with a boy that still pooed in his pants. I vividly remember the disappointed look on her face and there was nothing I could do, she had seen my underwear with a massive big load so denial was pointless. I didn’t want to cry but did, which probably just added to her disappointment.