Just got through one of the most harrowing experiences of my life. I was walking down the hall in my building when I felt a bit of gas coming on. Thinking little of it, I released, but was met with a viscous and chunky stream of poo water. It was only by good fortune that I was within three swift, but measured steps from my room and bathroom, for any longer and the trickling ooze may have cleared my undergarments and leaked onto the carpet.
Though I had reached the toilet, my toils and soils were hardly done with. After an half roll of toilet paper and a shower, I felt my bowels bracing for another fecal eruption. I thought, perhaps, that since I was on the toilet at this time, that the danger was over. This theory, however, proved invalid, for the sheer force of the blast from my anus displaced enough bowl water to send a wall of sloshing waste across my entire backside.
After expending the remaining toilet paper in the roll and utilizing (once again) the shower, I'm able to say now (with some confidence) that the danger has passed. FFS, lads, it was horrific.