the worst time you had to stuff stories

[Ragequit]

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THIS IS AN ILLEGAL POOP THREAD PLEASE POST IN THE SUPERIOR ONE OR I'LL loving stuff ON YOUR HOUSE

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[Malleo100]

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THIS IS AN ILLEGAL POOP THREAD PLEASE POST IN THE SUPERIOR ONE OR I'LL loving stuff ON YOUR HOUSE

How about I break ur rectum

[hillkill]

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THIS IS AN ILLEGAL POOP THREAD PLEASE POST IN THE SUPERIOR ONE OR I'LL loving stuff ON YOUR HOUSE

don't mention anything black to me you roostersucker

[Dragonoid.Slayer]

[XR-7]

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THIS IS AN ILLEGAL POOP THREAD PLEASE POST IN THE SUPERIOR ONE OR I'LL loving stuff ON YOUR HOUSE

Then bump the thread and make a statement

[Meta_KnightX]

Holy stufflord, we have had the same experience!

ftfy

[rambo1220]

was downtown with a friend once, ate a lot of food,
went to do the marjuna,
had to defecate,
couldn't find anywhere to defecate,
stuck looking for a place to defecate while our bowels are in the equal amounts of extreme pain,
we are both walking identically in the form of a penguin,
if we don't it'll come out,
go to friends house to poop,
friend says is at house,
friend turns out not at house,
friend makes us wait 30 min on his porch,
reveals he can't let us inside,
walk to nearby park,
see porta potty 400ft. away from us on other side of field,
waddle across field,
it pops out a bit,
suck it back in,
get to porta potty, it's loving terribly disgusting
can't even tell what that is on the floor,
try to clean toilet seat,
forget that it's about to literally burst from within,
levitate my ass above the seat but close enough to not warrant a splash,
splash,
forget,
clean splash nasties,
me and friend exit the porta potty at identical times,
face of relief,
did more marjurnurn,
good day

[Mr Man]

Does it seriously get that bad for people? I poop like a couple times a week at most

[hillkill]

Does it seriously get that bad for people? I poop like a couple times a week at most

doesn't sound healthy to me

[Decepticon]

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.

ok seriously im probably missing something here but why the hell did you not use the bathroom at least at the dairy queen shakes place or whatever

[hillkill]

usually dairy queens are little stands (like kiosks), and don't have bathrooms.

[Executive]

a few days ago in my math class I really had to crap and it just came out of nowhere but it was a substitute teacher and she didn't let us go during instruction, and I was holding it in as hard as I could, but what made it worse is that this one kid kept poking me in the stomach, tried not to let anyone know until the end of class.
a few minutes before class ends I REALLY have to take a crap, I ran to the sub and asked to go to the bathroom, she said "come back before lunch", then speedwalked straight to the bathroom, took a crap, but it took me like 20 minutes, I couldn't rush this one because the crap feeling kept coming back, then I came back to class, and the sub was packing my stuff up, I was late to lunch but I at least didn't crap my pants.

[XR-7]

ok seriously im probably missing something here but why the hell did you not use the bathroom at least at the dairy queen shakes place or whatever

1: I think it was one of those tiny walk-up dairy queens. Even then, the van was parked next to a curb and I couldn't even see the building.

1a. Getting up to walk to a building that I couldn't see would lead to bad things, and there was still a 3 hour drive ahead.

[Frostbyte]

i was in new york for 5 days and i have a thing against stuffting in public bathrooms, so i held them in all day till we got back to the hotel and unleashed thor from the gates of ass guard

[espio100]

When I was drunk, the day after I got home I felt like I had to take one of the nastiest stuff in my life. I was playing a game and felt like holding in untill I finished but oh boy that was a bad idea. Litteraly not even 1 second later I realised there was no escape from it and ran to the toilet. I made it just in time, pulled of my pants and my ass was noy even touching the toilet seat before stuff came squirting out. It was all loving liquid and it felt like there was just a river of stuff flowing trough my ass. Except the river was loving lava and my ass was burning harder than that dude from star wars on episode 3. After everything was over I started grabbing the toilet paper. A single layered toiletpaper... I carefully wiped my ass from the stuffstorm that happened there but SUPRISE MOTHERforgetER my finger broke trough the paper right in my ass like a small richard was entering. stuff was loving disgusting amd stuff everywhere. After I was done cleaning up my stuff I grabbed my sisters parfume amd loving sprayed half the bottle in there. I ended up walking to my room like an adult person trying to learn how to walk for the first time.

Also this is typed with my phone. Prepare for typos