I was in the third grade and I shat my pants in the stall while I was in the process of taking them off so I could shit. I mean it was a really huge and sloppy shit. I had diarrhea at the time and it was just awful.
I didn't have any backup pants, didn't know what to do; I just had shit in my briefs and pants. I sat there and waited, and it was awful. Finally decided that waiting there won't solve anything and that I had to take some action.
I had taken off my shitstained pants and underwear, and in my scrambling confusion, my briefs fell in the toilet water. Thank goodness it was fresh toilet water; I fished it outta there used it to cover my dick and dashed outta the bathroom and stall to the Teacher's Lounge. I had gotten some looks while dashing there.
Once there, I asked for help from the teachers.
Eventually it was sorted out. I got some backup shorts from someone else's "emergency kit" and those shit-stained pants and underwear were put in a bag, I continued the day as normal...
To this day, this specific event haunts me.
I wonder if anyone I know still remembers it as vividly as I do.
Hope not.