Posted by Cassandra (Cassy) on January 18, 2004 at 11:03 [67.81.214.51]
Hello everybody. I am a petite 19 year old gal who,in the past, read some of the stories featured on this site. I am currently working as a waitress in a steakhouse. I had a couple of days off last week and went to visit one of my girlfriends. While I was at her house I really needed to go the number 2 variety. We had just finished eating a pizza and were just starting to watch a movie. I was too embarrassed about stinking up here bathroom which was close to the room we were watching the movie in. So I just sat there and held it in. I hadn't been in a couple of days although I felt the urge to go on a few occasions and ended up holding it in because I was so busy or in a public place where I was embarrassed to use the facilities. As we were watching the movie I could feel my poop pressing outward. Fortunately, it was the hard variety and I could pull it back in as the tip of it started to emerge from my anus. It was a struggle because I would tighten my buns and pu! ll it back inside of me hold it there for about half a minute and then have to relax my muscles. During this time my poop would start trying to come out again with the very tip of it protruding from my half opened anus. Then I would have to take a deep breath, hold it, and pull my poop back inside of me. The couch I was sitting on wasn't offering enough resistance; it was too soft. Therefore, I slid over to the end of the couch and sat on the couche's arm which was hard and firm. My friend asked me if I was comfortable and I said yes. Now my poop had nowhere to go. It kept pushing hard trying to come out, but the arm of the couch blocked its exit. I thought I could actually smell it, but I think I was just imagining things because I had to go so bad. Finally towards the end of the movie I felt the urge to go get less and less. I was left with only the urge to go pee.
The next day my friend and I went on a picnic at a state park. While we were eating lunch the urge to go number 2 came back again. We were sitting on hard picnic benches so this helped. I really had to go bad and it felt like my poop was pressing right against the bench I was sitting on. I glanced at the open restrooms a couple of times but told myself there was no way I was going in there. After lunch my friend and I went on a hike. The tip of my poop kept emerging from my anus and I had to keep pulling it in. As we approached a large rock on the side of the trail, I said that I needed to take a break. I immediately sat on the rock. My poop pressed hard against the rock because at this point I really had to go bad. My friend kept talking about how beautiful the park was. I had difficulty talking to her because I had to go so bad. I think I spoke like someone who was lifting weights or exercising. I even grunted a few times. My friend asked me if I was all r! ight, and I told her I was just a bit winded. I didn't want her to know I really had to poop. Finally my urge to poop went away. We continued our hike and then went back to her apartment.
The next day we took seperate cars to a Wall-mart in the direction of my home. I was glad I was in my own car because I really expelled some stinky farts on the way. Of course at Wall-mart I had to go again. I would crouch down sitting on the heal of one of my shoes pretending to be really interested in something on a bottom shelf. I had to go bad but managed to hold in my poop till the urge to go faded away. Still, I was feeling bloated and wanted to go home to use my private bathroom. I told my friend bye and started for home. I let some more stinky farts which helped relieve the bloated feeling. I stopped by work early so I could pick up my check to quickly cash at my bank. However, the manager told me I needed to start right now because two of the girls had called in sick. I reluctantly started work. The place was packed even for a Friday afternoon. Halfway through waiting tables the urge to poop returned to me. However, I was too busy to take time for a! break. I had to go bad as I was taking orders. I kept tightening my buns and pulling my poop back in me. I would kind of go up on my tippy-toes as I sucked my poop back in. I wondered if anyone noticed but I just wanted my shift to end so I could go home and take a desperately needed poop. As I waited on a large party of people, I really had to go bad and the tip of my poop kept coming further out my anus before I could pull it back in. Remarkably I didn't have an accident. I had to close and the ladies restroom was being cleaned by the time I was finished. I kept messing the money count up because I kept squirming and figiting to keep from pooping in my pants. Finally, I was done I let the boys out who cleaned up and locked the door. I raced to my car and drove quickly home. I really had to go super bad. Once home, I immediately sat on my toilet. My panties had a streak of poop staines on them so this is how close I came from having an accident. My poop was so b! ig and hard that it hurt as my anus expanded to let it out. As bad as I had to go I still had to push a little to get it to come out. It was huge! I never felt so relieved in my life.
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