Fart story one-shots 2!

THE SMELLY ACCIDENT

"I really have to go, Tom!"

It had been such a beautiful day. Huge crowds, great food, awesome beer. There were 3 stages and different musical acts nearly every hour. It was the biggest food festival in the east coast and Tina and I looked forward to this event all year. Even driving the 3 hrs to get there was a terrific adventure, as our route took us through some gorgeous scenery in the Adirondacks of New York state. This year was as good as it had ever been, with the vendors serving up some fantastic food at nearly every stall. The crowds were fierce, and the event seemed to have doubled in size since last year.

I had just eaten a garlic/chili dog and Tina was in the middle of her own snack when she informed me of her immediate need. We scanned the grounds in search of the nearest rest rooms or port-a-potties.

"There", I said as I pointed across the way. "It looks like a bank of portables over there."

"I need to hurry, Tom, I shouldn't have waited so long. I need to GO."

"Can you make it that far, Tina?"

"I'm going to have to try. I don't have a lot of other options"

She had a point. We dumped our garbage in a bin as we started to fight through the crowds to get to the portables. I could tell she was in desperation mode, just from the way she was walking.

"Geeze, Tina, I thought you went a little while ago." We had both visited the bathrooms during a break in the music an hour or so ago. "That beer must have gone right through you."

We continued to jostle our way through the throngs of folks.

"I DID, Tom. I have to, you know.... Please, let's just hurry, ok?"

Oh man.

By the time we got to the bank of portables, she was unquestionably cramping up. One look at the lines told me that this was not going to be a short wait. I looked at her and saw only desperation.

"Pick a line, Tina."

"I can't WAIT that long," she whispered to me. "I need to go NOW."

"Well, this is your only option, babe. Pick a line. Or maybe you can ask to cut in front of someone else, if you can't wait."

She was in trouble. I watched as she scanned the lines and then turned every which way to search for another option. She bit her lip and then nearly dragged me away from the portables, towards a line of trailers.

"Where are you GOING, Tina? There are no bathrooms over there..."

"I can't wait, Tom. I'm about to poop my pants, I can't wait for a potty. Oh GOD..."

We raced to the back side of the trailers. I knew she was looking for a place to squat and had hoped that it would be deserted behind there, but no luck. People, it seemed, were everywhere. I watched her eyes widen with the realization that she had no way out of her predicament.

"I can't hold it, Tom...oooohhhh, I can't..."

And without further words she resigned herself to her fate. She backed up to the nearest trailer and looked at me as she started to go in her pants. There we were, in plain sight of anyone and everyone, and she was slowly filling her pants with her smelly poop.

"I'm sorry, Tom...I tried to hold it..."

"It's ok, Tina. No one will know. I don't see anyone watching you. It's ok."

I watched her with fascination, and found myself secretly enjoying her embarrassment and her situation. Was I getting hard watching this? I looked around and did see a few people looking at us strangely. Did they know? Could they tell that she was taking a shit right there where she stood? I could smell her waste now. I was sure that she had a big stinky pile in there and it was probably staining through to her pants now.