The Family Camping Incident

Tuesday, 30 September 2014

I woke up in the tent I was sleeping in and I suddenly had a urgent need to do a serious #2. I get out of the tent as quick as I could and rush to the nearest facility on the campground. I was most of my way there when it exploded. I had just filled my drawers and the diarrhea was going down my legs down into my shoes. I didn’t even have a change of clothes on me to change into. I go into the bathroom and try to clean the poop off myself. There were flies all over. I wasn’t finished with my pooping either. While I was wiping myself with toilet paper, more poop gushed out and much poop missed the toilet. Other people who were coming into the bathroom were gagging and going right back out.

I finally got to the point where I felt I had finished pooping. I did some more wiping up the poop off of me, but there was poop all over my socks, shorts, and underpants. So, I go back to the campsite. One of my relatives approached me saying he knew of my accident and it’s okay. He finds me some clean clothes, I strip of my poopy clothes and put on those clean clothes. I’m sure my family will never forget that dirty day.

Originally posted 2011-09-28 08:59:09.


Unlucky Bus Driver

Monday, 29 September 2014

Ah, well, we were going on a field trip in the 4th grade and the bus driver had said that no one can use the washroom. Halfway through the ride I really had to go poop, but I thought, I can wait.. right? Well I ended up REALLY having to go poop and so I made a plan. I truly do not know what my reasoning was with this, but I noticed a plastic bag on the seat.. And.. Hahah. I covered my waist with my jacket and discreetly slid the plastic bag under myself. If I had to go poop, at least it wouldn’t be splattered all over my pants. And so I did eventually poop and this horrible smell just enveloped the bus and a bunch of kids were making jokes about the smell inside the bus. A parent saw me, with my face red, and I didn’t say anything. She let me go into the bus bathroom where I wiped my ass with paper tow! els and hand sanitizer. And so the bus finally stopped and everyone got out, I hid in the bathroom not really knowing where to go. So then the bus driver and the parent who had sent me to the bathroom were now driving me to Long’s to get diarrhea medicine and some clothes to change into. Well, the parent went with me to get the clothes and medicine and that left the bus driver to clean up my mess.

Most embarrassing moment of my life.

Originally posted 2011-09-27 02:57:43.


Roller Pooping – Damn You Buckles

Sunday, 28 September 2014

When I was in 4th grade I was roller blading in the cul de sac outside my house with some friends. I had to poop, but I thought I could hold it. Eventually there was no stopping it. I roller bladed to my front lawn as fast as I could and sat down to take the rollerblades off. I looked at my rollerblades and realized there were about ten straps and buckles to be undone, there was no time, but there was no way. In a valiant effort I began a suicide mission, as I clicked the first buckle, it was over. I had crapped my pants, my camouflage pants were soiled, and I would never forget the day when I couldn’t get my rollerblades off fast enough.

Originally posted 2011-09-26 03:55:55.


I shit my pants in the toy store

Friday, 26 September 2014

I wanted a yo yo and my mom was cool enough to bring me to a toy store when I was in the 6th grade. Shortly after I started getting those pre diareah cramps. the yo-yos were near the counter in the front of the store, but I wen’t towards the back to get some space, I knew there wasn’t much I could do.. I clenched my cheeks and tried to get my mind off the situation. I was checking out some safari animal toys and thats about when I shit in my pants. Once you start shitting in your pants you don’t even bother holding the rest in, I shit myself completly.

I can’t remember if i got the yo yo I just remember laying down in the back of my moms Ford windstar with shitty pant legs

Originally posted 2011-09-24 14:52:44.


Disneyland Diarhea Debacle

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

Pretty much all my friends (and teachers D:) know about this story. I;m sure this will haunt me to my grave

Every year my school holds a holiday trip to Florida, having never been there I immediately wanted to go, my parents gave in eventually ad let me go, Finally the day came and I was on my way to Florida I Noticed I had a funny feeling in my stomach just before I left the house, But I assumed it was excitement.

I get to Disneyland (the third day out on the holiday) and now I’m feeling very bloated and queasy after going about 4 days without crapping. Anyway the first thing my friends want to do is get something to eat (since we overslept and missed breakfast), we charge to a fast food stall and they tempt me into getting a hot dog, I knew as soon as I finished it that I would regret it.

Some hours later my stomach is feeling like a balloon and I start to get the feeling that I need to do a huge shit, I’m sweating and clenching my butt together just waiting in the line for Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. I looked desperately at the queue, willing it to move. I let a few farts slip out by accident then walking, but it turned out they weren’t just farts.

I Felt an alarming moistness on my butt cheeks and I feel some shit come out. My face literally was like this O.O as the shit continued to fill my panties, the stench was filling the air and my friends were looking around to see what it was, I tried to play along but little did I know that the shit had gone through my panties and began to drip down my leg. Whats worse? I was wearing tiny denim shorts. I turn around to look at my ass and my worst fears are confirmed. The entire ass section of my shorts was covered in shit. I sprint through the queue and to the toilets. I manage to clean myself up and then realize I have no more clothes.

I had to walk back to the meeting spot wearing a towel.

Originally posted 2011-09-21 00:28:53.


PIA-NOOOOOO!!

Sunday, 21 September 2014

When I was a kid, my mom made me take piano lessons twice a week – and I HATED going to the lessons! I would find any excuse not to go each time, but failed.

Then after several mornings of finding out that fried potatoes plus apple juice would give me violent diarrhea, I decided to eat some before my mom drove me to the teacher’s house.

My mom made me sit in the front seat in my nice new short overalls. The teacher wasn’t yet home, so my mom made me sit in the car with her. Then I felt the terrible rumble in my lower abdomen.

“I have to poop, Mommy.”
“You have to wait until your teacher gets home.”
“I REALLY have to poop!”
“You have to WAIT.”
“Moooooommmmmyyyyyyyyyyyy…..”

And by that time, it was too late. It flowed out of my overalls, over my mom’s suede and leather seat, and onto the floor. I had to ride home sitting on a newspaper covered in poop, and was hosed down in the backyard afterward, but I was so glad to get away from that lesson.

I wasn’t allowed to eat before piano anymore.

Originally posted 2011-09-19 00:27:33.


Some Shitty Friends

Friday, 19 September 2014

I was at the mall one night last summer when I was 14. I was with a group of friends and we were planning to meet up with more people, including many girls. We finally found them and went to the food court for some snacks. Most of us ordered from the Chinese food place, including me. I kept eating and eating not feeling the least bit full, and as soon as I stopped, it felt like I ate a truck. My friends kept wanting to walk around but I kept refusing, I felt so full. Finally, I heard this noise come from my stomach, and it was really weird and loud, and I suddenly felt better! We started to walk around, and only five or ten minutes later, I had another stomach ache. This one was different though, my stomach actually was in pain, not full. I did everything I could think of to make it feel better, until ! there was only one left- hit the bathrooms. I refused to do that, because the mall bathroom was a gigantic room full of stalls without doors on them. Even worse was that when one person goes to the bathroom in the mall, most of the group goes with them. And with my shitty luck, we all sat down on a bench in front of the bathroom door, making it very tempting. My friends began to notice that I was being very quiet and sitting funny. They were all, including the girls, beginning to ask what was wrong. Then, my closest friend who was there, said “I know what’s wrong. I’ve been with Stan when he gets like this- it means he has to take a major, huge dump!” I wanted to die. The boys laughed and the girls half laughed and half said ew. One of the guys, Eric, whispered something to them, and two guys grabbed me and held me. Other guys started tickling me and trying to make me lose control, while the girls kept laughing. It was working, because I felt like I was going to e! explode any second. Finally I broke away and rushed to the bath! room. Of course they followed to see their success as I jumped onto a stall in the middle and tore off my pants. I get grossed out by public toilet seats, so I just hunch over them, and that’s what I did. Immediately a gush of diarrhea rushed out of me and splashed like someone was dumping chili into the toilet. This went on non-stop for a full minute, and I mean non-stop. After that it was just short bursts of the liquids. My “friends” were hysterically laughing at my embarrassment and one came in and took a picture of my diarrhea in the toilet. I wiped about 500 times and left the bathroom that now smelled like dead rodents. I ended up laughing at myself too, I guess because now that I felt better I had a better sense of humor. For that, I gained respect.

Originally posted 2011-09-17 00:25:10.


Crappy Therapy

Wednesday, 17 September 2014

I work as a repair man . I can tackle most jobs in an hour and never use a customers restroom due to possible jewelry laying around and accusations etc.

I was backed up due to a hectic schedule. I had a slight urge to piss but thought I could finish the job and head over to a gas station bathroom when I finished. By the time I finished the job I really needed to piss and all of a sudden the urge to take a shit hit me.

The customer asked if I could do an extra repair since I was out there. The repair is an easy 15 minute fix and the drive to come back to the residence would have been an hour. The cramps died down so I told her I would do it.

As soon as she left the area the cramps came back. I wanted to use her bathroom but was embarrassed to take a crap at her place and stink up the joint.

I pulled the meaty cheek sqeeze maneuver and that bought me some time. Several minutes later the cramp came back. I was holding an impact driver in one hand and my package in the other. I had a toolbelt on and it seemed to push the chocolate lemonade surprise downward like a slupee.

I farted due to the build up of pressure. That made it worse. I bent over and sqeezed as hard as I could. I started sweating and it was 20 degrees in Colorado that day. The fifteen minute job was taking longer than a half a hour. I coulsnt concentrate and had to constantly stop to regroup. I manage to finish the job with some minor urine leakage. I had coveralls and long johns, so urine apot wasnt an issue.

As I was packing my tools the chweks were begging for mercy. As I was writing the invoice in my truck I looked in the rearview mirror and saw my face drenched in sweat. I was thinking about calling the customer and having her give me a credit number over the
phone but thought that would seem strange.

The cheeks gave me another hooray and I was able to present the invoice for the job. She decided to write a check. The look on her face was priceless because it was cold and I was sweating like a pig.

I managed to get in my truck and started looking for a restroom. I drove up the street slowly due to snow. The only thing I could think about is crashing and having to hold it longer, if that was even possible. I saw a park by her residence but didn’t locate a port o let . The cheeks couldn’t take it anymore butI felt relief and shame as the chocolate mousse filled my long johns as if I was sitting on hot mud. As soon as I felt that I saw a port o let. I was so pissed I said f it and pissed because I couldn’t stop anywhere for at least an hour.

An hour passed I marinated in my waste. I was happy to get home but the problem was my in-laws were visiting and I had no way to sneak on the house. I saw my mother and father inlaw in the kitchen located by the entry. I had snow caked on my boots and walked straight in.

“hows work?” I walked past them bringing snow all over the floor. after the clean up I went to speak and the first question was “do you want some pepto bismol?” Every sentence was with a smirk. I told them I was sick but felt better. The mom inlaw said it was a good thing I didn’t crap on myself and both of them started laughing.

Its nice to read other stories because I am embarrassed and this happen earlier today.

Originally posted 2011-09-15 00:21:53.


A Daughter reveals her Dad’s worst moment

Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Ok so I know this might sound weird, but I just had to put this story on here. So last night I was babysitting for my mommy and daddy. They went to Buffalo Wild Wings for an hour, and then they went to the bar for a little bit, and then at 10 o’clock, I see my parents car pull in the driveway, I open the door and see my dad limping to the door moaning and groaning. I walk outside and walk in to the path of a horrible stench. I ask what happened and my dad didn’t respond, I look over at my mom peeking her head out of the driver door gasping for fresh air. I look at the back of my dad’s pants and see a giant wet soggy stain. I didn’t want to ask what else happened. He immediately ran downstairs in embarrassment. I run over to my mommy and ask what happened. She says that he told her to get home because he has to poop, so they’re driving home in silence, and all of a sudden she hears a bubbly noise from the passenger seat. She looks over in horror, and keeps hearing that same bubbly sound. Here my dad actually crapped his drawers on his date night with my mom! So while we’re all outside waiting for my dad to clean himself up, my sister notices something on the ground, looks like he left some turds on the driveway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rate this story a 1-10 and share some poop stories about you or anyone else you know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!…

Originally posted 2011-09-14 00:16:27.


Shitty Date

Monday, 15 September 2014

The day before a date I was hanging at my friend Sara’s house and we were watching some TV while enjoying some Chinese food. All of the sudden I got really bad cramps and I needed to take a dump right then. I went into her bathroom but all that came out was some really bad gas and the cramping went away. I told Sara and she told me to take some laxatives. I read all the directions very carefully and I took the dosage. About a half an hour later the cramps came back and I bolted for the bathroom. Just in time, I let go of the worst diarrhea I’ve ever had, but I felt so much better. After I was done and the cramping and gassing passed, I cleaned up and went to sleep. The next day, the day of my date with my boyfriend, Jason. I felt sudden urges all morning to poop. I took another dosage of laxatives. Twenty minuets later I was in the bathroom. Feeling better, I got ready for my date and met him at this Mexican restaurant (his choice) for dinner. We enjoyed our meal together and I felt great. Then we decided to go back to his apartment to have some “fun”. The sex was getting really good and I could tell that He was enjoying it. Right as I was getting to an orgasm, the cramps came back and I stated to let some farts go. As I tried to hold them in the cramps became worse, but there wasn’t anything I could do. Then I just stopped holding them in an I released the longest and loudest fart I’ve ever heard. He, being amazing, pushed out some wind to make me feel better. The worst part was that the cramping didn’t stop. I kept gassing up a storm! But, each time I passed wind, he would do the same. It was so sweet. The a bubble in my stomach popped and I felt that I had to make a bowl movement NOW! I tried to excuse my-self as quickly as possible, but I just wasn’t fast enough. The poop started to come out. Luckily I didn’t have diarrhea like before, but I still had to POO! Jason insisted that I stay for another minuet and he pulled me very close. I clenched all my butt muscles so hard it hurt. I was able to stop the poop for a bit, but the cramping only got worse. A little later Jason fell asleep and I high-tailed it to the bathroom. As so as I sat on the toilet I pushed. Nothing happened, except for some gassing again. I went back to the room, grabbed my bag, and took a few laxatives I had packed for emergencies. I went back to bed and waited. Then Jason awoke and we snuggled in close. The laxatives and poop were the last things on my mind. He dosed off again. Then ten minuets later I had to fart really bad! Not wanting to wake him I tried to make my way, butt clenched and all, out of bed and to the bathroom across the room. As soon as I tried to move out of his arms my butt unclenched and I exploded diarrhea and really bad gas all over him. Terrified, I grabbed my things and ran into the bathroom, and started! cleaning up as best I could. Then I hopped into his shower, got dressed, packed up, wrote Jason an apology note, and fled. I never heard from him again. It was so embarrassing!

Originally posted 2011-09-13 02:14:04.