I can't believe I'm telling this story... This happened to me this past weekend. My boyfriend and I had gone out to dinner and a movie. Everything went fine and we talked for a little bit before heading to the theater. We got in and sat down and I noticed my stomach grumbling a little. I didn't think anything of it and just focused on the movie. About half way trhough it, I knew I was going to hurl but I had to climb over him to get out. Luckily (or so I thought) he didn't ask where I was going. I wasn't sure I could hold out until I got to the restrooms so I went to the garbage bin across the hall and started heaving uncontrollably. After the first heave or two, I felt a burning sensation and realized diarrhea was pouring out and I couldn't stop it. Six more heaves that brought up all my dinner and then some passed before I was able to stand up straight and turn around. Looking horrified at what he'd just witnessed was my boyfriend. The worst part?? I was in a skirt.

I went into the restroom to clean up what I could and dispose of my under pants before he took me home. We didn't make it ten minutes out of the theater before I was clenching my anus again. He dropped me off without a mess in his car but i was bursting. When I said my goodbyes (without eye contact), I got out of the car, went inside, and couldn't even lock the door before it was running down my legs again. At least I was behind a door this time. I waddled to my bathroom where my stomach forced me to kneel in front of the toilet instead of sitting on it. Now I had a brown mess on my floor and a green one in the bowl. I got myself cleaned up and then my floor, putting a trash can next to the toilet. For the next 24 hours, I had my burning ass hole planted on the toilet and my head in the trash can. It felt like gallons came out both ends before it was done.