Hot Fudge at the Hair Salon.....

I went to get my hair done at trade secret the day before yesterday, Not long after my stylist began doing my hair, i felt the urge to go number two. I figured if I didn't think about it it would go away, so i forced small talk with the woman cutting my hair even though i was sweating through my bra and wishing i was in the ladies room more than anywhere else. It was very uncomfortable, but I was too shy to ask to use their bathroom. I managed to hold on just fine until my stylist started doing my eye brows. All the sudden, I felt like I was about to explode a hot lake in my pants. I try my hardest to squeeze my butt cheeks together, grinding it against the chair, but i couldn't keep it in, hot fudge starts to ooze out of my butt like a squeezed up tooth paste destroying my thong. i took a deep breath stood up to thank my stylish for doing a wonderful job on my hair, keeping a straight face even through i was slowly shitting my pants as i spoke to her. I march calmly to the register to pay and leave my tip. As soon as i walked out of that place, i felt like my butt was going to explode. i could not hold it in for another second. sweating through my shirt I let loose a hot blast of diarrhea right in my pants. It came out so much i had to literary stop and find a spot to stand and hold myself, I could feel some of it start to drip down my leg so i rushed myself to the bathroom. by the time i got to the bathroom, I was a mess, I let loose the rest of the diarrhea in the toilet and had to wear my shit filled pants home, I cryed in my car the whole way.