the worst time you had to stuff stories

[hillkill]

post stories about the worst time montezuma's revenge hit you.

i remember we were performing a halftime show when i was a freshman. in the middle of a big Annoying Orangeet duet i was in, i felt it hit me like a goddamn brick. i'm concentrating on playing while concentrating on tightening my sphincter. before we were about to hit the highest note (a high-c; C3), i knew what was going to happen. it was a whole note. holding the note was so powerful on my mouth muscles, that my sphincter lost concentration and just let go. the duet only had another repeat in it, so i kept going, embarrassed. after the duet, i waddled off field, with a brown stain looking like it ran from the back of my pants down my left leg.

i had to pay 100 dollars for new pants and nobody in band will let me live that down.

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[Space1255]

F.

OT: I peed in the urinal and it went down the inside of my loving pants. Fortunately it was during midterms so nobody really noticed but still
Never used a urinal for a while after that.

[hillkill]

F.

OT: I peed in the urinal and it went down the inside of my loving pants. Fortunately it was during midterms so nobody really noticed but still
Never used a urinal for a while after that.

i remember also a few times when i got done pissing in urinals, i would pull my pants up and a bunch of piss fell out of my richard and coated the front of my pants.

[Rigel]

One time my cousin was running after my brother trying to fart on him, my brother locked himself in the bathroom as my cousin let loose this really loud fart, and started banging on the door.

"The forget do you want!?"
"Let me in!"
"Why?"
"I stuff MYSELF!"

[shitlord]

one time when i was camping i had to stuff really bad so i got up at like 3 in the morning and walked all the way to the bathroom
it lasted like 5 minutes of loving nothing but extreme stuffting
i got up
started to walk away
and then a massive liquid stuff spew came out in my loving pants
it took me like an hour of washing and cleaning before i could even return in an acceptable state

[Dragonslayer182]

one time when i was camping i had to stuff really bad so i got up at like 3 in the morning and walked all the way to the bathroom
it lasted like 5 minutes of loving nothing but extreme stuffting
i got up
started to walk away
and then a massive liquid stuff spew came out in my loving pants
it took me like an hour of washing and cleaning before i could even return in an acceptable state

Is that how you got your username?

[Mule]

one time when i was camping i had to stuff really bad so i got up at like 3 in the morning and walked all the way to the bathroom
it lasted like 5 minutes of loving nothing but extreme stuffting
i got up
started to walk away
and then a massive liquid stuff spew came out in my loving pants
it took me like an hour of washing and cleaning before i could even return in an acceptable state

Holy stuff, we have had the same experience!

[DestroyerOfBlocks]

im an olympic level star fish clencher all of you need to step up

[gebenuwell]

one I had to poo really badly and the poo was so loving big

[TableSalt]

one I had to take a stuff the size of your mom ooooooohhhhh

[Red Spy]

It happened 3 hours ago

I was at work
I suddenly felt the urge to stuff with the force of a thousand suns
I bolted to the bathroom
I dropped my pants just in time to stuff what could only be described as pure agony
I was in there for a half hour
When I came out people gave me a look like I just contracted Ebola or some stuff
My ass was hurting for the rest of the work day
I drove home with ice on the seat
Now I'm writing this

[Maxx°]

had to hover stuff in my school bathroom

[XR-7]

My quotes from ragequit's thread

In a walmart this one kid who was like 4 got diarrhea and took off his pants and just literally stuff in the middle of the isle then he started rolling around in it. His dad was so embarrassed and mad at the same time...

GAH you reminded me of something I did at Wal-Mart.

I was sitting in our minivan (probably about eight years old) with my dad. My mom was inside the store. I really really had to make an expulsion. I told my dad that I needed to go right then or I wouldn't make it. My little brother and very young sister were out there and my dad couldn't leave them, so he told me to run in the store and go to the bathroom while he called my mom to tell her where I was going. I ran through the parking lot and made it into the first set of automatic doors and my sphincter gave out to the pressure. A large full sized turd filled my pants and started to go down my leg. My mind was racing and I didn't want anyone to notice, so I quietly (and slyly) pushed my leg behind a soda vending machine. I let my payload slide out my pants leg and walked off like nothing happened. I didn't have to go anymore, but I went in the bathroom anyway since I imagined my mom would be coming to wait for me, which she did.

A couple of days later, we were back at that Wal-Mart again. As we walked in the doors, I looked back towards that vending machine and my friend wasn't there anymore. The Case of the Missing Poop Behind the Soda Machine remains unsolved to this day.

I swear to God this is a true story.

Fresh off the press! New story! Extra! Extra!

No really, this is new. It happened a couple of days ago. I'll start from the very beginning.
Last week (Wednesday, May 06), I was preparing to leave for my grandparents house as a sort of trip that my parents were doing for their anniversary (actually May 6, which was the very day my mom left). My dad and I stayed behind at home because I wanted to go to school on Thursday to ensure my attendance record was good to skip finals. During this time, I pretty much put my digestive system on lockdown due to all the running around. There wouldn't be time to sit in the bathroom and mess with it anyway.

On Thursday, May 07, my dad and I departed and started heading for my grandparents house, which is a 3 hour, 220 mile drive to the northeast in east-central Illinois. Before leaving Missouri, my dad and I stopped at Steak n Shake and I got a garlic double steakburger, fries, and a banana shake. Already flirting with my stomach capacity as well as having recent trouble with greasy or fried food, that turned into a horrible idea very fast. I felt like there was an inflating beach ball in my abdomen and sitting in an uncomfortable seat for 3-4 hours with a lot of it being bumpy construction work was torture. By the time we finally got there, I walked into my grandparents house and laid down in the middle of the living room floor to try to settle my raging digestive system. My dad got me one of my mom's anti-gas pills, which ended up working to some extent. Then my grandpa made the announcement that we were going out for pizza. I told him that I was not going to eat much, and I didn't. More grease was not for me. This probably contributed to some of my problem later.

Now due to bathrooms being a major issue (my grandparents have two, one guest and one in their master bedroom) with my big family, I once again couldn't have gone in to sit even if I was in dire need of it. And at night, my grandparents would be sleeping so I couldn't use theirs, and they go to bed at like 8:00. So I was pretty much sharing two - sometimes even one - bathroom with 9 people (10 if you include my baby sister, who needed baths and bathroom materials frequently). I decided that for the whole weekend, I would just do quick sit-and-run stops. I'd just run in, shove out a little bit (the drains were tiny, can't afford logs right now), wipe, and be done, preferably in the amount of time a normal piss would take. It seemed to work alright, but I would wind up in the bathroom for short periods as much as 8 times a day. My mom noticed and said, "Are you alright...?" several times.

After a few days of this, I felt myself getting backed up with constipated stool. I just had to make it to Monday night (May 11) when we would go home. I struggle with a number of colon problems and have since I was a little kid, so what I was doing was extremely unhealthy if not dangerous. I could feel it piling upwards towards my rib cage where it decreased my stomach volume and began to hurt. I resorted to eating like a bird, swallowing gas pills, and taking my mom's Colace laxative to try to go a bit more during my quick stops. On Monday morning, I took two Colace pills plus MiraLax plus some more pills I had to try to loosen things a bit for when I got home. Bad idea, idiot.

We departed for home. My abdomen felt like a churning hell and I was incredibly uncomfortable. I propped myself up on some pillows and vowed that I would not exit the van until I was home. But I have a family who constantly wants to do things, so we stopped at Dairy Queen for shakes. I stayed in the van but had my dad get me a peanut butter shake. Probably not smart. They sat around taking their time for over a half hour and we finally left. I was relieved...until they stopped at a park. I was feeling truly horrible now and stayed behind while they went elsewhere for over an hour. When they finally came back, my siblings (led by my brother) were gossiping about me and making rude comments on how I was so lazy. But at least we finally started going home. I managed to snooze a little bit to pass time and make my internal suffering a bit better, but by the last quarter of the trip, my pain and disfiguration (my lumps were visibly bulging on my skin) was unbearable. I yelled to my mom that I was going straight in the house to use the bathroom before carrying in suitcases and junk. When we got home, I scrambled out as much as I could even though people wouldn't move out of my way.

I crawled out bare footed (I lost my shoes somewhere in there) and ran down the basement stairs to my bathroom. I sat on the toilet and was pretty much like, "BE FREE!" A vibration shot through my body as my intestines practically exploded. In less than five seconds (absolutely not kidding, it was that fast), the toilet bowl was beyond halfway full with liquefied and/or pulverized waste. I didn't even try flushing, I knew it would overflow. The explosion covered my backside in brown liquid. Once I was cleaned up, I left the bathroom and locked the door behind me to keep anyone from entering. I carried in a few things from the van but so much time had passed that most of it was done. It was past 12:30am now and I had school in the morning, so I couldn't deal with the toilet in the condition it was in. I let it sit until I got home from school where I sifted through the wreckage with the plunger trying to find the drain. I forced it all to go down and completely scoured the toilet with disinfectant and powdered bleach. Then I locked the door again and let the fan air the bathroom out for several hours.

Jeez. But man that felt soooooo good.

Last week may have been my worst day of this entire year. I woke up that morning with some stomach cramps related to a recurring intestinal problem that I have, also coupled with some light diarrhea. I wasn't too worried about it though and went to my college classes. My physical science lecture ended 30 minutes early which gave me 45 minutes until my next class, and since I had to go to work directly after classes I decided to run out and grab some food. I ran through a Taco Bell drive thru, which had a long line. By the time I got back, there was about 10 minutes until my class started and I had quite a ways to walk. I wolfed down a 5 layer burrito in less than a minute and took off.

I don't know if that burrito was frikken poisoned or what, because by the time I got to work my entire abdomen was rumbling and churning. After working for barely an hour, I knew something was very very wrong. I took advantage of a gap between customers to use the bathroom. As soon as I sat down, a burning wave of hell came out. Thing is, I still had several hours of work left. After quickly making myself presentable again, I returned to work. Not five minutes later the feeling was returning. I was probably burning hundreds of calories by clenching so hard. I waited as long as my strength would hold out in order to avoid suspicion. I knew I was not sick but also knew that someone finding out I was having intestinal problems would send me home likely for several days to a week. I went back in the bathroom and expelled what would come out and then plugged myself up with toilet paper to extend my breaks. That seemed to work but I still had to take breaks every hour or so. I escaped though and everything was fine a few days later.

[hodot]

me and my squad go out to taco bell every friday for lunch. not a great idea but fun nonetheless

i stuff liquid for 7 hours straight and barely got my history project finished

[Malleo100]

i once had to throw up strawberry fanta into the toilet
and then
explosive diarrhea