Posted by KC on August 28, 2008 at 00:44 [76.115.95.114]
In Reply to: Re: Never Been This Desperate Before (male) posted by KC on August 27, 2008 at 22:45
So despite being quite desperate and having the poop knocking at the backdoor so to speak I was really having no forward progress. So I decided I'd go for a walk and stretch my legs a little more than pacing back and forth in the hotel.
So this whole time I could feel that my poop was a fairly solid one as I could destinctly feel it pushing. Though while out walking, again the urge subsided.
Eventually it was starting to get late so I decided to head back. As I walked the urge grew strong again and before I knew it that solid one was knocking at the door again but the same as before I was more than strong enough to hold on. Roughly a block from the hotel I stopped to re-tie my shoe, and see about playing peak-a-boo with my poop in an awkward position.
As I stooped over to reach my shoe I intentionally relaxed just a bit, but what I got was a major surprise, I got an instant flow of semi-soft poop oozing out of me. I instinctively jerk upright which only makes it shoot out faster and harder, followed by clamping down. That worked to slowly put a stop to the flow as I could feel it continue to ooze out for another second or two while frozen in place.
Of course stark terror takes over at this point, I'm outside in public on a busy street and just pooped myself! My first thought was maybe it's not to bad, I can feel that my crack is a little sticky but I can't feel anything in my pants. I reach back and check only to feel a tennis ball sized lump, to which I blurted out "Holy Crap! How'd I manage that!"
While I'm assessing the damage, my body had gotten a taste of relief and was out to finish the job and I was hit by a sudden strong cramp and some more soft poop squirt out as the firm poop behind it started really bearing down. But at least it didn't break free, yet.
Now I gently kneeled to finish tying my shoe. In perfect unison with my standing another cramp hit. This time the solid poop was coming along with the soft poop (probably lubricated by it).
I took off walking at a pretty brisk pace. The solid poop's momentum only carried it a little ways out, and being so large and hard didn't break off. Instead it held my butt open and allowed the softer poop to just slowly and steadily ooze with the occasional squirt as my bowels went through smaller contractions. Amazingly enough I wasn't wadling despite having a load in my pants and a log sticking out.
Now whether my body was just giving me a respite or whether the log jammed up the works but I wasn't hit with any more major cramps the last few steps to the hotel nor the agonizingly long wait for the elevator. Though the second the elevator doors opened at my floor my stomach started churning and I had a pretty good idea what was coming.
The cramps started off strong enough to get the solid piece moving again, and by the time I reached my door I was certainly wadling, bent in half, and generally looking conspicious. Getting the door card in the reader was a hell of a challenge because my body was focused on one thing only and that was forcefully pooping!
I eventually made it into my room but by this point I didn't care about much anymore except helping my body get this over with. I collapsed to my knees and pushed with all my might.
By the time I was done, poop was leaking from what seemed like every opening of my undies, as a results my shorts were certainly ruined as well.
And now that I'm done showering/cleaning up, and I've written up what happened I think it's finally time for bed, I'm exhausted!
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