Hey I'm Kelly, I'm 16. I have a story about something that I did when I was 13. My mom, my brother and I were in the car, we were on our way upstate to go to my uncle's house and stay for a weekend that summer. We were on the interstate and had been driving for about 2 hours and had 3 to go. We stopped at a little place where there were some fast food restaurants and we got food, and we went to the bathrooms and did the whole pee thing. I didn't have to pee that bad but I went anyway, because if I didn't go then I would have to go in a little while, and then I'd be screwed because I missed the bathroom break. we got back on the road and my and my brother were just screwing around in the back because the ride was boring and we were a lot more awake than we were before the lunch break. We were playing that game where one person puts their hands on top of yours and you need to pull your hands out real quick and try to slap theirs before they get them away. We were playing for about ten minutes when I suddenly felt a little uneasy low in my stomach, so I kind of stopped playing suddenly. My brother asked me if I was going to be sick, and I said "no my stomach just hurts." my mom told me if I was going to be sick, there was a paper bag under the seat. They made such a concern out of me getting sick that I was afraid to tell them my real dilemma, which was that I was starting to have to poop. I just sat tight and tried to avoid thinking about it, because I knew there was nothing I could do about until we got to my uncle's house in another 2 and a half hours. I figured I could be a sport about it, usually if I hold it in long enough it makes it go away until there is a more convenient time to go, one quirk of being young, I can manipulate my metabolism. I put on my headphones and sat back and shut my eyes, and tried to fall asleep. When I'm asleep my body shuts down, right? there were times when I had woken up early in the morning needing to pee badly, but I was so tired I hesitated to get up and fell back asleep, but I'd wake up hours later only needing to pee much more urgently, I didn't wet myself (except one time, but I won't go into that now) I successfully fell asleep, under the impression that I'd wake up when we were getting there and I'd be able to go to the bathroom then. At one point my brother woke me up. He wanted me to see something we were passing, but I didn't really notice from being barley awake, being disappointed in the fact that I was only asleep for 40 minutes, and being alarmed at how incredibly badly I had to poop! I was in a tight spot; long car ride, middle of the interstate with no where to stop, mom and older brother in the car, sitting there trying not to poop in my shorts! I was starting to panic in my mind, I got so scared of pooping my pants because I was wearing both white underwear and short white shorts, if I couldn't hold it and went in my underwear, I risked a very visible stain, not to mention the bulge, and also my shorts were pretty short and I was sitting so it had the potential to squeeze out and move down my legs a little and get on the car seat. there was a time when I was 8 when I was able to get away with pooping my pants in the car because I was wearing black regular fitting jeans, so I went in my pants and no one noticed because there was no stain and I controlled bulging, and my poops never have very strong odors. This was a totally different story though. I was so scared to tell my mom what was going on, even though an accident would be 20 times more embarrassing then saying "I have to poop" to my mom and older brother, at least the accident speaks for itself. I just was not able to bring myself to telling them I had to go! There was an hour and a half left, so I squeezed my butt together and curled back up to try and sleep again. I couldn't fall asleep from having to go so bad though, I had to do something. I pulled my blanket over myself so my brother or mom couldn't see my body, and I put my hands on my butt. That helped a little and I felt more able to fall asleep, until one thing happened. A little gas squeezed out, and I just felt this little warm burst of air come in to my hands and ironically, amplified the little fart noise when the gas had to squeeze out from under my hands too. My brother started laughing a lot, I was sure glad he was amused. Then he started to tell on me like I did something bad, "mom, Kelly farted!" then he continued to laugh. I felt like crying. I was so embarrassed that I farted that it made me even MORE scared of saying I had to go. I just kept trying to fall asleep, but my brother intervened my bothering me. He kept saying dumb things like "feeling flatulent? Cheer up! You can let one loose anytime with Kelly." it must have been sometime shortly after that when he took my blanket, and saw me with my hands on my butt. I quickly took my hands away and sat up and demanded my blanket back. He just sat there with a big idiotic grin on his face and said exactly what I didn't want him to say..."uh oh, does Kelly gotta go potty!?!" I just told him to shut up a bunch of times, and my mom told us to knock it off, but then my brother said "mom Kelly's going to crap on the seat." my mom told him to shut his mouth, then asked me if I was okay. I was crying by now, and I just told her I really had to go to the bathroom. She asked me to hold on for another 5 or 10 minutes so she could find an exit to get off so we could stop someplace. I thought it would be okay, but it really wasn't. I made it about another 3 minutes, and then I took a huge dump in my shorts. I was crying through the whole thing. I pooped so much that it was about the size of a flattened grape fruit, and it did exactly what it though. It took up the whole back of my underwear and squeezed out the leg parts into shorts and smeared on my legs, but didn't really get on the seat. I messed myself really bad, and I think it made my brother feel sick, because he just sat and looked out his window rather then tease me or laugh. I was still really upset that I pooped my pants. When we stopped my mom made me sit there and she went around to the trunk and got some clean underwear and a pair of pants from my travel bag, then came to my door and opened it and reluctantly told me to let her see... i slightly turned toward her and she slightly lifted my legs, then she looked away and said "oh my goodness, kelly." i felt terrible. She told me not to stand up; I guess she didn't want it falling out of my shorts. She took the paper bag out from under the seat and had me put it between my legs and hold there with part of it over part of my butt and told me to get out of the car. I did it with tears streaming down my face. I had to walk into the burger king with a paper bag between my legs and shorts that were mostly white but brown on the butt, and a face full of tears and my mom holding other pants and underwear...we got a lot of stares. Nothing says lunch time like seeing a young teenage girl walk through the restaurant after crapping herself. My mom sent me in the bathroom with the other pants and underwear and had my clean myself, and told me to put my dirty shorts and underwear in the bag. it took me at least 20 minutes, and didn't get myself entirely clean, just got the dirty shorts and underwear off and cleaned as much of the poop off of my butt and my legs as I could and put on the clean pants and underwear. I went out and left the place, but most of the people who saw me come in a mess had already left, so no one there really knew what was going on and I didn't get any stares besides from a couple employees. When we got back out to the car my mom told me I still smelled. I cried a little more. All we could do then was getting back on our way. When we got to my uncle's house I was sure happy that all my relatives were immediately made aware that I had pooped my pants on the way and that's why we were late. Thanks mom. Also, my mom had to give my dirty shorts and underwear to my aunt to wash there and I was told to shower as soon as we got there. My cousins didn't talk to me a whole lot that weekend. That was the worst thing that's ever happened to me.