 but someone is taking much longer than they should! And, with a FedEx deliver, what can you do?
I look forward to hearing from you and from Trina. Love you both! Thanks for having this conversation with me!
I've been a lurker on this site for years, and tonight I decided to finally start contributing! I'm a 20-year-old with a pretty big bladder and bowel capacity, which can come in handy on long Zoom meetings!
I've been desperate fpr the toilet on countless occasions, but some of the most recent stories include a house party, stadium gig and important family dinner!
If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask, because there's nothing toilet-related that I won't answer!
I have read stories on this website for many years, today I share. These are 2 separate stories, the first happened when I was 6 years old and the second when I was 9. I will split them into 2 different posts because they're both kind of long.
I was at the Zoo with my mom and we had been there all day. It was late afternoon, I think around 4PM, and we were at one of the animal shows - exotic birds if I recall correctly. We had been at the show for about 45 minutes and it was supposed to be an hour long so it was probably almost finished. I noticed my mom was kind of fidgety. The show ended and my mom immediately rushed us out, I could hear her mumbling quietly to herself. I remember feeling frustrated with her for rushing, mostly because I was starting to feel drowsy from the long day. I think I complained and she told me she forgot we needed to drive home in time to pick my sister up from soccer practice later that evening. She said we should have left before the last show because the drive home would be at least an hour and late afternoon traffic would only make it worse. Then I heard her say quietly, and I don't think she really meant for me to hear but I did, "and I REALLY should have used the bathroom before that show too..." She put heavy emphasis on the word'really'. We got caught in a crowd of people exiting the theatre area and as we exited the bottleneck we walked by a bathroom that was quickly filling up with recent visitors of the show. I heard my mom swear under her breath and say something about no time for that line. We started walking directly towards the exit and I was struggling to keep up with my mom's pace. She was clearly agitated about something. There was another bathroom closer to the Zoo exit and she dragged me towards it but turned away at the last moment when she saw that there were at least 5 or 6 ladies lined up inside the actual room. By now I could sort of tell that she was in need of a toilet, but too impatient or concerned about making it back in time to get my sister to wait. We left the Zoo and got through the parking lot to the car which took another 3 or 4 minutes of walking. By the time we got to the car I was exhausted and sleepy. My mom helped me into the back and we got going. We drove for about 5 minutes exiting the parking lots and making our way to the highway. By then I could barely keep my eyes open and was just dozing off when I noticed a smell. It was definitely a fart smell - VERY ripe, but not unhealthy smelling, if that makes any sense. It's kind of weird how well I can remember just that smell, I don't know, it's just a very distinct memory for whatever reason. I remembered what mom had said earlier about needing a toilet and gradually started waking back up. But I kept my eyes shut. I could hear mom shifting around in her seat uncomfortably. She groaned almost inaudibly but the car was quiet inside except for road noise so I could hear really well. She farted again, this time I heard it, it kind of sounded like a zipper but muffled. Mom groaned slightly louder and shifted around again. It smelled considerably worse after the second fart. I peeked my eyes barely open to see what she was doing and I saw she was raising her bottom off the seat just a little by leaning forward for a few seconds and then she would lean back. She kept doing this repeatedly. It was obvious by now that she was desperately in need of a bathroom.  I heard her moving and peeked once again and this time saw she had raised herself fully off the seat. I heard another fart, the loudest yet, and immediately was hit with a wave of stink. Then I heard a muffled crackling sound and some quiet groaning, followed by another fart, this time not as loud but longer.  She seemed to have finished and resigned herself to just continuing home in her newly-smelly state, seemingly convinced that I was unaware of the situation, having slept through the whole thing. I wondered if she would stop somewhere to clean herself up, and if so, whether she would wake me up and have me come in with her or not. But she didn't stop, and we continued towards home, making it most of the way there without running into traffic, which was at least a small victory for mom I guess, lol.
About 10 minutes before we would have arrived home, it had been about 60 minutes in a (still) very smelly car by this point, I pretended to wake up. My mom noticed immediately, but didn't say anything at first. Finally she just said we would be home shortly and that I needed to run inside and use the bathroom quickly and get ready to turn around right away because we were just stopping real quick before going to pick up my sister. I asked mom why we wouldn't just go straight to pick her up and then home after, and said I didn't need to use the bathroom. She just mumbled something about me needing to not being difficult and her struggling to get a million things done in too short a time. Then I straight up asked her about the smell in the car. I remember saying: "it smells really stinky in here like somebody went potty" or something like that. My mom just did a huge sigh and said: "I'm sorry sweetie, that's me. I needed to use the restroom before we left the Zoo but I just lost track of time and by the time I remembered your sister's practice, it was already too late for to do anything but get in the car and go or we would still be in traffic right now. As it is anyway, we're already late. Her practice will be over at 5:30 and at this rate we won't be there until 5:45." I remember not saying anything for a minute or two and then asking her if she was okay. She just said she will be fine once she gets a chance to go to the bathroom when we get home and apologized for the smell in the car. Then she sighed again and said, more like she was talking to herself than to me, "we're closer to the practice field right now than home anyway.." and kind of trailed off as she changed lanes to exit the highway. I think she had planned to try to make it all the way home and get herself cleaned up while I was still asleep and before going to get my sister, but gave up on that plan now that I had caught her. I noticed we were heading towards the park and the soccer fields instead of home. Now, at the time of this story I was 6, but my sister was 14, and fully into that angsty teenager stage of life. As we pulled up to the fields and saw Kenzie (not her real name) making her way over to the car, I knew she was going to notice the smelly car right away and I think mom did too. Kenzie opened the door and got in and immediately I saw her face scrunch up and she gave me a disgusted look and said real loudly: "EEEEeeeewwwwww!! did Sarah poop her pants that smells so gross!" Mom shushed her and quickly started driving again. Kenzie continued to go on about the smell and was giving me a really hard time about it, trying to sit as far as she could from me and holding her nose. She started to tease me a little saying 6 year old kids don't have accidents anymore and laughing. I was starting to get upset and I had been saying all along that it wasn't me, but Kenzie wasn't listening. Finally, mom pulled up to a stop sign and loudly shushed us both before looking at Kenzie and saying, with clear exasperation in her voice, "it was me okay? I had an accident on the drive home and we came straight here to pick you up. I'm sorry that it smells, but please stop harassing your sister. It's been a long day, please just deal with it for a few minutes and we'll be home." It was pretty quiet the rest of the way home, I started to get kind of sleepy again, but I could tell Kenzie was really bothered by the smell.  When we got home she hurried out of the car as fast as she could without saying anything. I slowly started to get myself out of the car, but struggled a little bit because I was still little. Mom came around to help with the seatbelt and the door and when she got closer to me I could smell her poopy pants very strongly. Then she helped me out and I remember following her into the house, slightly behind her and holding her hand. I snuck a quick peek at her bottom and there was a noticeable bulge in the seat of her pants, but no stains. I guessed it must have been a fairly solid poop that probably stayed in her underwear, with no wetness to stain through. We went inside and my sister was already upstairs probably showering after getting her soccer stuff off. My mom went off to clean up as well