One not so fine winter day in first grade, I was stuck at home with some
stomach virus I caught. It was awful. I woke up twice in the night because of my
stomach's need to puke.
As time passed, it got better. By late mid-morning, my stomach was doing
pretty well. However, I didn't think that maybe my intestines were not...
I have noticed in the past few years that stomach viruses seem to
affect the stomach then travel down -- gradually leaving the stomach in peace but,
without the victim knowing it, attacking the intestine.
I was young back then, and was not aware of the way diarrhea can disguise itself
as an innocent fart. As I was happily talking to my mom, I decided to just let
one little fart slip...
WRONG CHOICE. I suddenly blew a very big, chunky diarrhea that filled up my pants
in a split second, not to mention the loud, muffled bbbbllllap noise this one
produced. Still smiling innocently as I had before, I said in the cute little voice
I had back then, "Oops, I just pooped in my underpants." My mom changed me, then
suggested I go to the restroom just in case. I said no, that I would be fine.
Just five minutes later, I was sitting at the table eating breakfast, when blpppthtblam!
I repeated the process all over. My mom practiced her part as a mom again, cleaning the underpants and
getting new clothes for me. I thought that was the end of my diarrhea adventures...
But early into my Sixth Grade year, my little brother and I had been
playing this fart game during breakfast. It was stupid, really. But anyway, as my
mom was driving us to school, I thought I was about
to get in a really big fart. Nope. Turned out to be a big diarrhea on its way,
and quite a bit of it came out with that infamous *sqwplurt* noise.
Every once in a while this happens to me. I think a fart is coming, but it turns
out it to be diarrhea. I usually stop it in time and end up with
only a tiny bit of it getting in my pants, at which point I clean it up in a
second or to with good ol' two ply.
This was not the case. I could feel there was too much diarrhea for me to clean
it up. My mind raced for a few seconds, wondering how I would tell my mom. I then
fessed up, and my mom drove me home, while I was sitting there, feeling
physically miserable, since I was sitting in a nasty pool of liquid turd.
When I got out
of my seat, I realized the diarrhea had leaked through my underwear, through my
cargo shorts, and absorbed into the seat, leaving a nasty paint-like smell that
lingered in the car.
I cleaned up, donned a new pair of shorts, and left for school. I have now
learned to be wary and make sure that I am about to let out fart, not shit, when I
think I am about to fart.
-- Robert