Oooh, the time I shat my pants in 6th grade. First off, I was a very shy kid. It was the last class of the day and I felt my stomach rumbling, noxious gasses building up inside me screaming for escape. It was one of those shits that makes you sweat just holding it in, but I was sure I could survive till I get home. Ain't no way am I gonna ask my teacher for the toilet break in front of the whole class.

Boy was I wrong. Just 10 minutes till the bell and the floodgates open, I was shitting my pants just sitting there, I could feel it spreading underneath me and it felt goooood, the sweat rolling down my forehead, my stomach being ever so grateful. I gained a couple of centimeters with all that shit stacked underneath my childhood asshole. A few moments of relief and then the bell rang. I had to walk home with my pants full of shit. I waited for everyone to leave and then I waddled outside to my younger brother and my neighbour friend waiting for me. Off we go and I try to stay back so as for them not to notice my probably brown pants. They talk about the usual videogames, pokemans or some other crap. Nobody saying anything about the foul smell or my brown pants. Until... My brother looks at my shit stained ass, starts saying how I fucking shit myself. I try to deny and my friend also says dude, he didn't (he knew, he was just being a really fucking good friend). Bro laughs and keeps on pointing at my shitty ass.

I make it home and waddle up to the bathroom, hop into the shower and throw all my shitty clothes away. Beat the shit out of the bro for laughing latter.