I waddled over to the door, leaving a trail of diarrhea behind me, and locked it.
As I started cleaning my legs, the door started to open (I forgot to lock the door) and I started yelling 'NO, NO, NO! SOMEONE IS IN HERE!' A man entered and he looked me right in the eyes and then looked down and straight back up, and he slowly backed out. I then had to shit again, so I sat down and unloaded the rest. I ran over to the toilet and pulled down my pants and all the shit fell all down my legs and all over the floor. I slowly swam to the steps and ran to the pool bathroom, which was a single large room with a single toilet and a sink. The mesh in my swim trunks had caught it all. I was afraid to turn around and see the brown-stained pool, but to my pure joy, nothing was there. I then I felt a huge fart coming on, and I decided to let it rip.
We decided to go swimming, and after I jumped in, I felt a huge rumble in my stomach and a sharp pain.
When I was 12 my family went to Disney World.
