I was a semi driver trainer for several years. I was going to Long Island with a student from Memphis and we were passing thru Virginia and decided to stop and eat at one of the truck stops.

They had a pretty good buffet that night and I ate more than usual. We got back to the truck and had a decent nite.

It was my student's turn to drive the next mornin. He asked me if I was ok and being still sleepy I told him to drive. 45 min later I sit up and realize that I have the urge.

I tell him to find a place to pull over and there is nothing for miles and miles. I start rocking back and forth and trying to hold in the flood and beggin him to find a restroom. It wasnt his fault that there wasnt one close by.

I start feeling turtle heads and I grab a trashbag and begin fearin the worst. Not even close. My student spys a restroom and pulls in. I stand up and feel this lovely mass go down my pants. With each step I feel the mush as I get out of the truck, cross the fuel pumps, go thru the store, and finally make it do a toilet.

I mean I left a trail with each step. The inside of my jeans was caked with poo. There was so much poo caked on my lily white butt that what I could see of my thigh was a thick brown.

It took me quite a while to get cleaned up but there was no shower there so all day long I smelled bad... eww...