Wendy

I was walking through the park this morning, looking for the toilets as I was desperate for a poo. I hadn't been in three days and I had really bad diarrhoea. I was right at point of losing control but I managed to clench against the pressure. I prayed I'd make it to the toilets in time but I could find them. I was sure there were some in the park but I hadn't been there for a while so I figured I'd just forgotten where they were located. My stomach hurt from holding it too long and I felt week and dizzy. Then I remembered where the toilets were and slowly walked over to the location. I found the place but it was demolition site and I had no place to relieve my urgent need. I started to panic at the thought of shitting my knickers and everything started to spin. I gave a quick glance around to see if anyone was looking but even if there was I was going anyway. I pulled my jeans and knickers down by the fence that was around the site and squatted, instantly blasting the grass with a huge load of muddy diarrhoea. Everything rushed out of me in about thirty seconds and once it was over I felt a lot better. I wiped with some tissues I had in my bag and left the scene feeling totally relieved. I looked around as I walked away but no-one was around which was lucky.