Hello Resetera, here is my story. English is not my first language so excuse the strange writing.
Back when I was a teenager, we went on vacation with my parents and my brother. We were staying with some extended family, my father's cousins and uncles plus their own families, people we usually never see. If we had to count everyone we were easily 40 or 50 men, women and child, staying in a building almost entirely owned by one great grandfather or something like that. The place was huge and very luxurious, they usually rented it to tourists but with this big family meeting they cancelled the reservations to allow everybody to stay for cheap. We had our own flat were we had a kitchen, bathroom, different bedrooms... Very nice and cosy.
As every family meetings, we were eating a lot. Things like grilled porks, a lot of potatoes, butter everywhere. It was an infinite show of gourmet cuisine. The drinks were also fantastic, the old grandfather owning the place was always going to the basement and bringing back wines and champagnes from forgotten times. The weather was hot, people were friendly, everything was going great.
Everything but my stomach. I thing the combination of the high heat, rich food and old alcohol was slowly clogging my bowel. I have to say that we also drove a long time to get there, in an old and rusty car. The dry heat was nice when outside but when you stay 6+ hours in a car without AC and equipped with old black seats, you begin to feel it. Let's say it, I was constipated as hell. The first days were ok, but after the fourth day of continuously feasting and celebrating, I was in a dangerous position. I tried many time to relieve myself, but nothing was working. Pushing hard was like hitting a brick wall.
So comes the fifth day and it's supposed to be the big day. I can't remember if it was a birthday or a wedding anniversary that brought us together in the first place but it was that night that we would all celebrate and then leave for our daily lives. The big idea was to go to an old cabin in the nearby woods, also owned by the grandfather, located one walking hour from any civilization to have a party to remember and make all the noise that we wanted. The walk to that place was hard but ok, my belly was full and I knew the liberation was close. I had to stay strong and wait a bit more, my last try was just before leaving and the thing would come out of me.
We arrived at the cabin and it was a pleasant surprise, the meal was already there (brought by some more cousins during the day) and we all began to eat as soon as we arrived. The night was slowly coming, and my belly felt that it was time to get serious. It started to make strange noises, almost like an old truck's transmission. My spider senses tingled my butt and I went looking for the bathroom. to my horror, the thin wooden bathroom door was right in the middle of the room where everybody was singing and laughing, leading to a hole in a piece of wood. The place was old, it was a composting toilet. I could never do my thing and get out of here without killing people from the noises and smells... As the howling were getting louder in my stomach, I ran slowly outside. It was dark, most of the family was inside the cabin, I went 10 meters away and sat in the grass to get the thing out of me. I pushed and the liberation came... Partially. It was stuck. I tried to push it with all my might, but the turd was stuck in and outside me. I tried to grab some grass and wipe but the dark night plus the despair made it impossible. As I was trying to decide what to do butt naked with a shit half out my ass, I heard my father calling me to get going, we were going back to the apartment. It was late and I didn't pay attention to the party, but yeah, people were slowly leaving.
So I decided to try to go back to the appartement and then release the kraken. I clenched my cheeks, buttoned my pant and walked to my parents and brother hoping for the best. A one hour is a long walk, and ten minutes after the beginning of the journey, my body betrayed me. I felt a heavy thing falling in my pant. but more was to come. I screamed "wait, I don't feel well!" and sat against a tree. As soon as they saw me taking off my pants they began to understand that something was wrong. As I was trying to expulse the log, my bladder decided to make me piss all over my legs and unbuttoned pant. My father rushed to me, helping me staying sit and not falling over the brown stuff, holding my hand. My mother was yelling at my brother to stop saying holly fuck and laughing.
After something like 5 minutes of defecating like an old dog, I was able to get up on my shaking legs and put on my soiled pant. My father still holding my hand looked at the disaster and yelled "my god, it sure is a lot! We are close to the cabin and to the path, go with your mother, I'll take care of it »
As I began the 50 remaining minutes of walking back to the apartment with my mother and brother, I was full of shame, stinking of piss and poop, crying and trying to remain as silent as possible. I was truly at the lowest, as a teenager it was looking like the end of the world. And my father was trying to hide the biggest shit he ever saw to keep the rest of the family to walk in it or ask questions about the wild beast that produced this atrocity.
In the end all was ok, I'm proud of my parents reaction and I only think about this before going to sleep…
This is my confession
I shat myself in front of my parents and my father cleaned the turd.
