Last weekend my girlfriends and I went to a concert. I was really excited because I just finished my first year at college and some guys we knew from school were also going. We decided to meet before the concert to tailgate and drink.

I dressed in a denim cut-off mini skirt and a long cotton peasant top with spaghetti straps. I wore my boycut pink lace panties and a white strapless bra underneath.It was a really cute outfit. Too bad I ruined it.

I got up late (1 PM) and had to shower and throw on my clothes quickly so that I could drive two hours to the next town to meet my friend Meg at her house. Then Meg and I drove from her house to pick up our friends Jen and Claire in the city before heading to the stadium for the concert.

By that point I was beginning to realize that I had made a crucial mistake. I didn't take time to go to the bathroom before leaving my house. I should have gone at Meg's, but we were on a tight schedule because we wanted to meet the guys right before the gates of the stadium opened so that we could drive in together and park right next to each other for tailgating.

Once we were inside the gates and parked, I started looking for the port-a-potties. There was one that was clean, but the door was ripped off. The one with a door that closed was filthy beyond belief. I decided to run across the highway that separated the stadium from a small strip mall.

It took 10 minutes for there to be a break in traffic big enough that I knew I could get all the way across. I ran into the first fast food place I saw only to discover that the bathroom was "Out of Order". The next place was a bank that was closed and a nail salon that wouldn't let me use their facilities. Finally, I went into a bakery and they let me use their bathroom if I bought something. I decided to get an iced coffee. It was a relief to pee and afterwards I realized that I was really thirsty so I drained the whole iced coffee and bought a second one before going back to the stadium.

The guys were grilling hamburgers and hotdogs and there was plenty of cold beer. I think I overindulged a little and decided to have a clove cigarette to ease my digestion.

I forgot coffee and nicotine are laxatives. Wouldn't you know that my stomach started aching just as we walked into the stadium and sat down. It was general admission seating so we had to stake out our seats. I was left in charge of seats while my friends went to get some cold drinks. I felt a horrible pressure in my bowels and kept hoping my friends would come back so I could get up and find a restroom. Just when I thought that my guts would explode, my friends came back and I ran off.

It turned out the bathrooms in the stadium alternated by floor. I was on a floor with only men's rooms and had to go up to the next level. When I got there, the line was incredible. I felt a sudden cramp and then a weird sensation. I realized that my anus had opened a bit and that a turd was beginning to descend.

I freaked out and tried to squeeze my butt cheeks together, but the turd was unstoppable. It pushed out a bit more and I realized it was really fat. That was bad news because my fat turds are usually also quite long.

Another push and I sensed that the turd was touching my panties and stretching the tender flesh between my anus and pussy. I moaned and the woman in front of me looked at me strangely. I just hoped she couldn't smell the emerging turd.

The next involuntary push felt like it released two inches or turn. I knew it must be tenting my panties under the denim skirt and just hoped no one else could see.

I wanted to hunch over with the pain but I was afraid that would encourage more turd to come out.

Finally, the spasm were too much. I sort of scuttled away and ran into a half-opened broom closet I had seen next to the stairs. Too late, the turd was already coiling up in my panties. In disgust, I gingerly pulled them off and used a stack of paper towels to wipe as much of the mess away as possible. It was a horrible job without access to water and I was fearful that someone would smell the shit when I stood back in the bathroom line. So I wiped my ass with some lemon-pine cleaner too. It burned my tender anal and pussy tissues.

The pain triggered my bladder and I pissed uncontrollably for several seconds, wetting my skirt and shoes.

There was no way to hide that, so I pulled off the skirt and stood there barefoot in my tunic top trying to figure out if I could sneak out to my car where I keep gym clothes.

Just then the door opened and a janitor stood there staring in shock at the puddle of urine, turd filled panties, and shit smeared paper towels.

Needless to say, I was kicked out.