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Punk Rock Girl
Hello and Merry Christmas!

Been a while, because I’ve been working my ass off and have almost no
free time lately, but it’s all good. I had a very relaxing weekend,
visiting my parents out in the middle of nowhere (actually Oregon,
outside of Portland).

On Saturday, we went to breakfast at this little diner, which was
delicious, but wreaked havoc on my bowels. We were shopping at this flea
market when my guts cramped and churned and demanded to be emptied. I
rushed to the closest women’s room and found a line out the door waiting
for me. I clenched my buns and waited for my turn on the crapper.

I finally got into the bathroom, and saw that the stalls had no doors.
Normally, I couldn’t care less if anyone sees me on the toilet, but
that’s when I’m peeing or taking a regular dump. I knew I had explosive
diarrhea waiting to blow, and for that, I prefer a bit of privacy. No
such luck.

I finally entered a stall, yanked down my jeans and underpants and sat
down. Liquid shit blew out my ass like I was a rocket taking off. It was
loud, it stank, it was a grabber. The women who had a clear view of me
all looked away in embarrassment, and I just averted my eyes and waited
for my intestines to end their reign of terror.

I squirted and farted a few more times, then went to reach for some TP,
and GUESS WHAT, there was none. I swallowed my pride and asked the women
in the other stalls if there was any, and they all sounded equally
dismayed when they told me there wasn’t any in any of the stalls. I asked
the women in my sight if any of them had kleenex or napkins, and they all
said no. Bullshit, but what could I do.

I flushed, stood, pulled up my pants and exited the bathroom. The wet,
slimy sensation between my cheeks was extremely nasty. It had been quite
a case of the shits, and it had left it’s mark on my ass. After a half
hour of waddling around, I finally found a porta-potty that had some TP.
I wiped my ass and was delighted to find a hand-sanitizer dispenser in
there as well.

The rest of the day was much nicer. Of course, now I’m constipated. I
haven’t taken a shit since Sunday morning. I might have to break out the
enema kit tonight if I haven’t crapped.

Hope everyone else had nice holidays and “yule logs”!!!

Happy New Year, and Peace to everyone.

PRG

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Leena
hey, not new to this site at all… but i’d love to make some friends who
share this interest.
well… a few interseting things the past few days! one being that while
shopping in the mall with my fiancee. we both had to pee so we found the
restrooms and to my dismay, the ladies room was being cleaned! so, my
fiancee held the mens bathroom door open with an evil grin on his face
and snuck me in! i felt so naughty. i ran into the first stall, hung my
purse on the hook, pulled my jeans and thong down and tried to pee. all
the excitement made it hard, and i always have trouble getting started
with him in the bathroom with me. but once i got started i couldnt stop.
then, we both rushed out and away from there, giggling all the way. he
told me once in safety that if he wasnt afraid the janitor would come in
there, he would have came in the stall with me and *cough cough*. too
bad… that damn janitor!
okay, on to todays exciting bathroom event. i have never taken a dump
while my fiancee was around. im just too shy, while him on the other hand
will sit there with the door open and hold a conversation. the only time
he closes the door is to wipe, which i tease him about. i told him i dont
look, whats the big deal? (though, i’d love to sit on the tub and
watch.)i try to hide my interest but ive been dying to let him in on my
big secret. i always ask him if he’s constipated, and if so i massage his
belly until he feels he needs to. he gets that way a lot and usually runs
a fever.
alright, enough about him. onto me!I decided yesterday that i would poop
while he’s there… maybe even let him be aware that im going. this is a
start right? maybe soon, he’ll be sitting on the tub with me… maybe
even giving me a supository if necisary. anyways, i woke up this morning
with a huge urge to go. i mean, this turd was relentless. but i held it
as long as i could. i wanted to wait til he got home! i enjoyed fighting
it… i found it quite pleasurable even. in fact, i think that a good
bowel movement can be better than sex… and an urge to go to the
bathroom enhances it for me.
i kept my cheeks clenched. sitting helped it, standing made it almost
impossible. this urge was huge… and i felt the load was just as huge. i
felt heavy, my belly protruding. i wouldnt even fart i was so afraid i
would shit my panties. i had to hold it, i dont know if i’ll ever have
the nerve again! i didnt know what to do… so i took a shower. MISTAKE.
it was harder to hold it with slippery buns. i was doing so good, i held
this monstrous turd off for 5 hours… i had to hold it for two and 1/2
more! i was so close…
i got out of the shower and dried off. i started to rub lotion over my
warm, moist skin… i needed to wipe my ass. i kept feeling my hole to
see if anything had come out. no… but my hole was wide open. i took my
towell and wiped the water out from my pussy and crack. me spreading my
cheeks made me lose control. the tip (of the ice burg) rammed out of my
hole violently. i rushed to the toilet and sat on it heavily. even then i
tried to fight it. i really wanted to poop for him.
a warm squeaky fart forced its way out. then, all hell broke lose. (thats
a good name for this load) it slid out slowly at first because i was
still trying to hold it. about two inches out i gave up and the longest,
fattest turd rushed out of my butt, stretching my cute little ass hole.
it hit the water with a splash that wet my throbbing hole that was still
open, waiting for more poop to exit. at this point i felt that i had shit
out my intestines. but there was still more. a chunk of shit started to
slide out, and stayed there. i pushed with all my might, but this turd
wouldnt move! i was so frustrated. why did the one i wanted in me come
out so quickly and the one i wanted out didnt leave my hole?! i put my
feet up on the tub and leaned back and strained. i pushed and grunted and
took a few deep breaths and voila… it hit the water with a dwoop sound.
and out comes another. these chunks came out with little effort… maybe
cause my poor little hole was stretched to the size of a potato…
i wiped my ass carefully because my butt hurt. before i dropped the
paper, i got up and looked. i was right. the biggest load of shit i’d had
since i was constipated for 5 days! it was at most seven inches, and
there were big chunks beside it. the big one was half way hidden in the
bottom of the toilet, so i took a cup and tried to pull it up without
breaking it. well, it broke… but i was able to measure it mentally. so
i finished wiping, and flushed. the two pieces of the monster turd got
side by side and clogged it up. the chunks stayed on top of the pile.
just my luck…
even sitting here, 30 minutes later, i feel theres more in me. im
thinking about having an enema but my hole hurts so bad i dont think i
will.
i’m just so bummed. i dont think i’ll ever poop for him. does any one
have any tips? they’d be greatly appreciated.

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Lindsay
(Sorry for the really long story. But this really happened.)
I had eaten a lot at dinner last night…Mexican food. I loved Mexican
food. I woke up the next morning nearly wetting my panties and I had such
a horrible cramp I doubled over. I ran towards the toilet but it was
locked–my sister was in there taking a bath. She’s three and takes
really long baths.
So I got ready for school, with my cramps really awful. I knew I was
going to have lots of diarrea when I got a chance to poop. I grabbed my
pussy all the way to school, and I squirmed through class because I
needed to go SO BADLY.
I’m really shy about using the school toilets, so I prayed I would make
it through school and the bus. I made it through school, but all through
the bus my bladder was bulging, because it’s really small. The diarrea
was banging at my hole. At my stop I grabbed my stuff, ran into the
house, and went straight to the bathroom. It was empty.
To my horror, the button on my jeans was stuck. A few drops of pee were
getting out. It came undone, and I nearly messed myself right there. I
pulled down my pants and panties, and sat on the toilet.
I felt so good after peeing for five minutes straight. But the diarrea
had just begun.
It came out and hurt really bad, because I had forgotten my stomach
doesn’t like hot sauce. The smell was horrible, and when I looked at my
poop for a second, it was green, light and dark brown, and yellow, with
dots of red here and there.
My cramps came again and I moaned as more diarrea, sounding like pee,
shot out my sore butthole. I farted about three times and I felt the head
of a huge poo came out. I pushed as hard as I could, and a quarter of it
came out then it stuck.
More pee came from my pussy and I was hurting real bad. I pushed harder
and it fell into the diarrea. A few yellow and green poos, about the size
of a thumb, came after that, then another explode of diarrea. I sat on
the toilet seat for ten more minutes, pooping out huge poops, farts, and
more diarrea.
I carefully wiped my aching butt and a second later, I was hurling all
over the floor. I was shaking and I felt just horrible! I flushed the
toilet, (it’s a wonder how it fit!) pulled up my panties and jeans, and
hurled into the sink. I must have been wrong thinking I was through
pooing, because a giant poo, about three feet long and five inches thick,
came out my butt and into my panties. Then pee ran down my legs and on
the floor. I thought I was through with my accident as I kept hurling,
but even MORE diarrea squeezed into my panties.
I finished my barfing, rinsed out my mouth, and cleaned up the sick green
puke all over the floor, the whole time pooping my guts out.
After I finished with that, I sat down on the toilet again. (I had been
in there for an hour and a half! My sister took really long naps and my
parents don’t get home till seven.) Diarrea and tiny poos came out my
butt for the next 45 minutes. I pooped out another huge poo and peed for
two more minutes, wiped five times, and flushed. I whipped around and
hurled my brains out into the toilet.
I waddled to my room, not feeling very happy about having poo in my
underwear. I threw them away, put on my pajamas, and another wave of
cramps hit me. I ran to the bathroom, but my sister was in there
‘tinkling’ as she called it. I was worrying a whole bunch. My parent’s
toilet was off limits, and I REALLY didn’t want to go in there because
now I felt like I was going to hurl.
My sister came out just as I nearly hurled and pooped at the same time. I
ran in, and hurled into a bowl I had gotten from the cabinet under the
sink. At the same time, diarrea sprayed out my butt and into the toilet,
followed by a few wet farts and little green poos. I hurled again, and it
caused a humongous poo, the same size as the one that was in my panties
before, to fall into the toilet with a SPLASH. I put my puke into the
toilet and flushed as quick as I could. Hurling more than ever and pooing
huge poos, I didn’t feel very good at all. Ten little poos exited my butt
followed by a long stream of pee. I was so surprised I could pee and poop
so much in one day! Diarrea followed that, then seven minutes of hurling
into the bowl. I grabbed my stomach. A long poo came out my butt and
coiled around the toilet, then hard, funny-shaped yellow-brownish and
green poos came out my butt. Now I felt so terrible I started to cry, but
very low so my sis couldn’t hear. Another wave of diarrea and puke was
all I could take. I wiped, flushed, and rinsed my mouth. I went into my
room to read a book.
-After Dinner-
After my dinner, I told my mom I didn’t feel well. She said, “What
happened?”
I started to cry and told her I had thrown up a lot and had diarrea. She
hugged me and said, “I’ll tell Tonya to use our toilet. You go into that
bathroom anytime you need to.”
I kissed her, then suddenly I threw up all over the floor. I ran to the
bathroom, but Tonya occupied it. Again. My butt couldn’t take much more.
She came out and I ran in as fast as possible, pulled down my pajama
pants, and pooed such a hard, huge poo I nearly made my butthole bleed.
But it came out, followed by soft, little poos. I grabbed the bowl again
and hurled over and over. The whole time I was producing smelly gasses
and diarrea. I was crying really loud as I did it, and I hurled once
again, making a long coiling rope again. Tiny hard poos came out, then
diarrea, then a huge log as long as half an arm and thick as the fifth
Harry Potter book. The hurl-bowl was filled to the brim, so I dumped it
into the toilet and flushed. I kept pooing little hard poos and snakes.
Another pound of diarrea came out, followed by me puking up dinner,
lunch, and breakfast. I felt even worse. Pee came out for three minutes
and two minutes of diarrea. I hurled, wiped, flushed, rinsed my mouth,
and went to bed.
-The Next Morning-
The next morning I was covered in diarrea, puke, and pee. I said, “Dang
it!”, threw my sheets into my hamper, threw my clothes in, put on a clean
bra and panties, and went to the toilet. I peed for a minute, then I
pushed, but nothing came out but a few tiny farts. I pushed harder.
Suddenly I found myself wearing a rubber glove and reaching up my
butthole for the head of my poo. I pulled at it, threw away the glove,
and pushed as hard as anybody could. A hard poo, as big as the biggest
poo I pooped yesterday, fell into the toilet. All the blocked diarrea
came out in fifteen minutes. I wiped, whipped around, and threw up. I
flushed and for the next few days that was what happened.
(Sorry it’s so long. Hope you enjoyed it!)

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Krystal
Hi I’m Krystal and I was pregnant. I figured out that I would have to sit
on the pot–a lot. I had to pee so much! I loved the five minutes of
feeling like I don’t have to pee. In the night I ran to the toilet, stub
my toe, grab my pussy, and run into things. Anyway…
I was in the hospital, and I got up and ran to the toilet. I was peeing a
lot. Suddenly my contractions started. I ran to my bed and started to
breathe deeply. Suddenly I felt diarrhea banging to get out! I said to
the nurse, “I’m having my baby right now but diarrhea is about to come
out!”
She gave me a big bowl. I sat on it and crapped the diarrhea. My
contractions got worse so I started to push harder. The poop and the baby
came out! I was so happy for my first child. It was a girl, and she is
currently five years old and named Alexis. (Sorry if some people were
grossed out.) All the time I wear diapers because for some reason I have
to pee and have diarrhea so much! It’s probably because I have a very
small bladder. I piss on myself all the time. Alexis understands when I’m
home and have an accident.
—————————————————–
Once my husband was in the bathroom taking a dump. I had to go so badly.
I never went in the kid’s bathroom, and I never wore diapers at home. I
was about to have diarrhea all over my panties, and show a bulge from
under my miniskirt because I usually crap two pounds. I started to worry.
Suddenly I started pissing and diarrhea came out. Alexis pulled me into
the kid’s bathroom. She pulled down my panties and pushed me down. A huge
crap was about to come out. I kissed Alexis and kindly told her to leave.
She left and I pushed with all my might. The huge poo got stuck halfway
out. I pushed harder and it fell out, followed by five pounds of icky
diarrhea. That was the end of that.

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Rick
A few weeks ago while walking to class I let out a really loud, wet fart
and a little diarrhea squirted out. I trapped most of it between my
cheeks, but some splattered into my underwear. Luckily, I was outside. I
made it to the nearest mens room and took off my boxers, wiped my ass and
spent the rest of the day free-balling. I probably would have died of
embarrassment if it had happened in the middle of a crowded place.

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trinity
hey, everybody. im a long time reader, but this is my first time posting
something on here. so ill say something about my self before i post up my
story. I’m 12, slim, 5 feet tall, blonde, white, and have a great
personality.

anyways, heres my first post, enjoy: this story happened about a week ago
during the beginning of christmas break, when i was home alone for the
whole day from morning till close to midnight. so after they left, i went
to buy some coke and snakes, and went back home and watched some tv.
During around 2pm, i started to feel that i needed to pee, but it wasnt
really urgent, so i just ignored it. after 2 hours later, i started to
feel that i needed to pee again, and it feeling was a little bit
stronger, but it was still not too urgent, so i just ignored it again.

when i noticed that i was out of drinks, i went to buy some more drinks,
and went back here. and watched some more tv’s. then right after 5pm, ive
started to feel that i really have to pee, but i wasnt too desperate, so
i just decided to hold it and kept watching some more tv. than after
6:30pm, i started to really feel that i really have to pee. so i decided
to go to the washroom. but right before i went to the washroom, i had a
thought, since my parents wasnt home, and i was home alone, so i wanted
to make this interesting. so i decided to keep on holding it, even though
i know that ive been holding it for a while and that the last time i peed
was in the morning at 9am. anyways, after 7:15pm, i started to feel
really desperate, and was close to bursting out, but i kept trying to
hold it. Then after 8pm, i was really dying for a pee and i was seriously
about to burst. so i decided that ill start heading to the washroom. but
right after i got up, my pee gotten a lot worse after i got out of my
bed. now, i was sooooooooo desperate that i was thinking that i might
just go onto where i was standing, but i know that will just ruin the
nice carpet that i gotten. so i knew i had to hold on. but to make the
problem more worse, i started to feel that i needed to poop as well, and
ive been constipated for about a few days already. so i quickly walked to
the washroom, but while i was walking, i started to leak into my
underwear and Jeans. so i knew that i didnt have much time left before i
started to do it into my underwear. so i kept walking until i gotten to
the washroom, but i was already started to leak a little bit more.

so i quickly got to the toilet and started to undo my Jeans, but when i
started to undo it, my poop started to come out of my butt hole. after i
was done undoing my Jeans, i was already started to lose most of my
control over my poop and it was already down to the tip of my butt
cheeks, and that causes me to leak even more. now, ive gotten a wet spot
on my underwear, and the poop was started to come out even more. so then
i said what the hell, and started to just do it before i could pull down
my underwear and sit onto the toilet…. My poop and pee kept coming out,
after a minute, i was finally finished. my poo was about 15 inches.

then i just cleaned up everything and just went back to my bedroom to
keep watching some tv.

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Me
Me again. I’m sitting in front of the computer, quite obviously and I
have to poo. I can feel the pressure building up in my bum. I’m begging
for sweet relief. The bathroom is just two doors down….Yet…Should I
poo my pants? Oh god NOW it’s coming out i’m actually having an ACCIDENT
i dont want to dirty these pants:(. Meh it’s already touched cloth so
what the hell..oh god it felt good to get that out. i’m deciding not to
clean up. i’ll enjoy this.

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PV
Hi all,

I had a terrific Christmas poop today! I was doing a few jobs around the
place, feeling the mass knocking at my back door, and when I finally got
the chance to go lay the load it was really ready to come out… I let a
little air pass, then a bunch of chunks dropped free ahead of what would
obviously be something major… Then my anus stretched and something I
haven’t produced in years put in an appearance.

The “tadpole” was well-formed, and the head must have been close to 2
inches thick. It tapered smoothly and I watched it approach the water and
keep going… It was difficult to estimate the length as I didn’t see it
going under clearly, but when the tail dropped free and collapsed the
rest of the mass was big enough to still have a little out of the water.
I’m guessing it was about 15″ long, and it was followed by several more
small pieces.

So, while it was nowhere near as much as my poop last week, as a single
piece it was the biggest I’ve done in a very long time, and I felt really
satisfied to be looking down at it. I also pissed quite furiously, twice,
with a brief pause between rounds, after my poop.

Christmas dinners have certainly been good to me!

Best from afar,

PV

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Mr. Clogs
Hello everybody, hope everybody is doing fine. Just got a few comments.

Bathroom Eavesdropper: When I was little, when I had to go, I had to go
and no it wasn’t trying to get attention from people. Hope this helps.

Michele: I liked you post, you poor thing that your boyfriend wasn’t
understanding. I would of liked it and not bark at you, if that makes you
happy than go for it. Take care.

Weedhopper: Yeah I had a simular experience about a couple of years ago
when I had the bathroom redone, but it didn’t invovle a bucket, hope that
tile work gets done soon. Take care and great post.

Derek: Hey man, what’s going on. Yeah I do, let me tell you less mess to
wipe up, not many people do what I do. No I’m not a conservationist, but
I don’t want to deal with all of that mess to clean up. So I hope this
helps. Take care man and have a good holiday.

Well got to go and fix me somthing to eat, take care and have a good
holiday weekend!

Peace!

–Mr. Clogs

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Richguy
Last week I had what was a new experience for me–4 days without a bowel
movement. I go 3 days on rare occasions but I never remember going 4 days
but I did–Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. When I finally pooped
on Monday it was a big one as you might expect.
I am on medication for depression and one of the possible side effects is
constipation. However I didn’t really feel constipated. Constipation to
me means you feel the urge to go but can’t. I didn’t even feel the urge
to go for those 4 days. I think maybe what is was is that the depression
and or my medication had suppressed my appetite and I wasn’t eating as
much so I didn’t have much to poop out. So although I didn’t feel sick, I
enjoy pooping and didn’t like not doing it for 4 days.

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The Last Mage
Hello everyone! I just had another awesome experienced with both Amber
and Katie yesterday, and I couldn’t wait to post about. Oh, for
conveience’s sake, I’ll call myself Mike from now on. Amber and I both
went over to Katie’s house in the suburbs to just hang out, play a few
games, and watch TV together since we were all bored out of our minds.
Amber picked me on the way there and we were warmly greeted by Katie and
her mom. Katie’s mom was already well-acquainted with both Amber and me
as we’ve been friends for a several years, even before track. I have male
comrades to hang out with all the time, but I’m just as close with my
female companions.

So we just wasted the day away doing things we each could’ve enjoyed on
our own at home and watching mid-day game shows. Katie’s mom had been
cleaning up around the house for most of the day, but after letting Katie
know of several little chores she needed to take care of, she said she
was going to run some quick errands–let’s be honest..they’re never
quick–and stepped out.

Eventually all three of us were nearly bored to tears besides when either
of them teased me or flirted with me. Katie did an exaggerated yawn and
said “Mike can you think of anything else to do?” and Amber sighed,
smiled slightly and asked “Want to give us another show like that time on
the lake?” giggled and said she was just kidding. I shrugged my shoulders
and said why not. They both gave me an excited but “You don’t do it” look.

Katie laughed and said “My backyard is huge is fenced in. I dare you to
go there!” I just put my hands on my hips and said “I’m one with nature
now! That’s no problem!” Amber clapped her hands together and said “This
will be fun!” and we both followed Katie out. Katie led me over to an
area of her backyard which was basically a bunch of dirt, but it was the
best place to go. I was about to get started when Amber yelled “Full
stop!” and ran in the house and ran back out with freaking toilet paper.
She just put her hands behind her back and giggled at me.

There was no stump this time so I raised an eyebrow at them and asked “Do
you have a stool I can squat on?” Katie yelled “You’re such a girl!”
which a smile and walked back in presumably to get the stool and came out
with a stool people we use for calf raises. I squatted on it, said “here
I go!”, and slowly pulled down my pants and boxers. One of them whistled
while the other giggled.

I figured I’d make this as entertaining as possible so I tried to get in
a nice position so they could see everything clearly. I ended up with
both my arms between my legs holding me up, slightly arching my back, and
leaning forward. Katie giggled and said “Nice view!” and pressed one
finger on to my cheek and started poking. I looked back and they were
both squatted behind me ready for another show and I didn’t want to
disappoint them. I felt my two small hands grab both my cheeks and spread
them just like last time and they both giggled with Katie saying “Still
so squishy! How cute” and Amber saying “We’re helping again!” I just
sighed and said “Gee, thanks! Well here it comes!”

I’d recently been ignoring my stomach’s urges to get me in the bathroom,
so I was fairly certain I would be crapping a fair bit. I pushed but the
load I KNEW was in there wasn’t moving at all. I hate it when this
happens so much, so I just sighed again and said “It’s coming sometime
today hopefully” I was getting ready for another push when I felt a
finger trail its way down the the top of my crack and poke my butthole.
Amber burst out laughing and Katie said “It feels so weeeeiiird and it’s
so tight!” and started laughing as well. I looked back at them and asked
“Are you SURE you want to be doing that?” Katie just grinned and said
“we’re helping! I just had to do it once” I gasped again when Amber did
the same thing and agreed with Katie. I tried my best to focus on getting
my movement going, which was pretty hard, and warned them with “It’s
really coming this time!” They both giggled and immediately moved their
fingers.

Katie yelled “It’s opening! Look it’s poking out!” I grunted and felt a
smooth but rather large turd start crackling out. They both laughed at
the noise and the smell as the turd moved towards the ground. Amber
giggled “Wow! It’s like perfectly shaped!” I stopped pushing and just let
the turd move out on its own pace. They both kept laughing and commenting
about its shape before it finally fell to the ground. I immediately let
out a very loud chain of farts going “Brrrrrrr! Brr! Brrrrrrrr!” over and
over. This dump was much gasier than the last, but the farting seemed to
amuse them even more.

I shivered when I felt a finger start to trace up and down the top of my
crack and glanced back to see it was Katie’s hand. They both still had my
cheeks spread wider than they should be with one hand squeezing on each.
Amber giggled and said “You really are a girl! Your butt is too hairless
and smooth” Before I could say anything about what I decided to take as a
compliment, I felt another turd start to move. Katie, with her finger
still tracing the top of my crack, laughed and said “Here comes another
one! Look at how wide his cute little butthole is being stretched” Sure
enough this huge feeling turd stretched my hole wide. I arched my back
even more as it moved on its own forcing a small grunt out of me.

Amber said “Whoa! You’re getting serious this time! That’s even wider
than mine” and Katie giggled “That is a freaking monster!” I almost
gasped again as I felt them part my cheeks even more and Katie’s finger
started trailing up and down the top of my crack faster. As weird as it
seems, it felt like that helped as I let out a small grunt when the turd
stretched my hole even more and started making loud crackling noise. I
heard one of the girls simply say “wow” when the turd slowed to a stop
and gave me a chance to catch my breathe. They were still “helping” when
I cursed under my breath when the fat turd suddenly moved on its own
again and grunted as I helped it along by pushing as hard as I could.
They both were acting like hyenas again once my butt actually started
quivering from my attempt to force this thing out of me. Amber caught her
breath and said “Look at it jiggle!” as I pushed and pushed with all my
energy with the girls yelling “Go go!” until the turd FINALLY hit the
ground with a LOUD thud.

I sighed in complete relief and both girls playfully cheered and started
laughing. Katie yelled “Wow! It’s so freaking HUGE!” and Amber stopped
giggling long enough to say “I feel sorry for this tight butthole of
yours for having to pass THAT! You’re gonna be soar after this one” Katie
finally stopped giggling as well and said “Awww! Mike’s completely
exhausted after that” and she started giggling again once she started
squeezing my cheeks extremely tight and resumed trailing her down my
crack.

I finally managed to catch my breath and pushed the next load I could
feel in me. It was a soft turd, and I hate these even more than fat
turds, because they’re just annoying to get out at times. The turd felt
like it was ready to fall, but it just stubbornly hung on by a thread. I
tried clenching to make it drop, but it insisted on giving me a hard
time. Both girl were still laughing at the huge turd I laid earlier but
soon noticed that this turd wasn’t dropping. Amber teased and asked
“Having issues?” as I kept trying to clench the turd off, which was kind
of hard with both of them squeezing my cheeks tightly and keeping them
spread. I laughed once and said “Guess it’s time for Plan B” and started
slightly shaking my butt up and down. Both girls burst into laughter
again and Amber said “He really is trying to give us a good show!” and
Katie said “Shake that booty!”

After a good 15 seconds of this, it finally snapped off. I growled “What
a pest” as both girls kept laughing at me. Katie said “You need to air
this out some!” and both girls spread my cheeks even wider than before!
Amber said “Ooh! An even better view! You shouldn’t show off your
butthole so much Mike! It’s dangerous” and I just playfully told her to
shut up before I felt a sudden rush of turds start. They were extremely
easy to pass, but moved slow, and were surprsingly long and fairly wide
too. One turd just kept coming slowly after the other and Katie
eventually said “It never stops!” between her giggling. That’s exactly
what it felt like as I pushed one smooth turd out after another with
barely any pause in between.

Amber whistled again and said “You take the biggest dumps ever, Mike!
It’s insane and from such a cute butt too” while squeezing my buttcheeks
as tight as Katie had started doing. I told her I couldn’t really
disagree with that, but that this was one of my larger dumps. All the
time turds were still flowing out one by one! Katie suddenly started
laughing and said “Just when you think it’ll stop, one more pokes its way
out that tight butthole of his!” As if in response to the comment, there
was finally a moment where no turds came out, and I felt I was finished,
but then I felt one last urge and started pushing. The turd didn’t feel
fat or hard but it was just hard to push out!

It seemed like I had to push with all my might for just barely even an
inch’s worth to move out. I took a deep breath and pushed as hard as I
did with the fat turd making a loud “Nnnnnnnnn!” groaning noise. The
girls just giggled and watched closely not bothering to spread my cheeks
wide this time. I must have groaned and pushed nearly ten times, and each
time my butt would quiver from pushing so hard. The girls were in a riot
trying to encourage me through their non-stop laughing. Katie managed to
say “Look how his cheek jiggles in my hand!” and Amber went back to
saying “Push!” I took a deeeep breath and pushed with all my might and
gasped in surprise as the turd suddenly widened then and reduced to a
normal size when widened again with loud crackling noises to go with my
groaning. Between the girls’ laughter and my “Nnnnnn! *crackle* Nnnnnnn!
*crackle*” it was quite the scene. Finally I made one final push without
groaning and the turd snapped off. I sighed in relief like I did earlier
because I really did feel relieved at all THAT. It didn’t take long for
“Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Brrrrrrrrr” farts to replace the groaning and
crackling, and the girls were too busy giggling to say anything about
anything for a while.

The farts finally grew shorter and quieter until they completely stopped
and I was finished. I stood up, but before I could even say I was
finished, Amber said “Mike, that was very interesting and all but how
long are you going to show off that butthole of yours?” and spread one
cheek to show off my hole even more. Katie spread the other cheek as far
as possible completely exposing my crack and said “We’ll finish helping
you out!” and she started giggling insanely again when I heard Amber tear
off a piece of toilet paper from the roll she brought outside and slowly
and gently wipe it up my crack, laughing and saying “This is fun!” Katie
tore off another and giggled when my butt quivered from the not as gentle
but just as slow way she wiped around and poked my butthole continuously.
They each had one hand clasped around a cheek to keep them spread. I
laughed myself and said “Gee, thanks for the special service” Amber
giggled and said “We won’t even charge you for it” They both took turns
tearing off a piece of toilet paper and wiping up my crack, which had to
be clean a while back.

Katie’s finger started circling around the top of my crack again while
they both wiped and she said “Christ! Look at that pile! That’ll be
plenty of fertilizer for sure! Maybe it’s the cutest butts that make the
nastiest dumps” I grinned at her and said “If that’s the case, then
you’re definitely in trouble” She giggled and lightly smacked a cheek
while Amber eagerly wiped up and down what must have been a clean crack
by then. While Katie stepped inside to get a garbage bag for the toilet
paper, Amber smiled mischeviously as usual and asked “How’s this
excellent wiping job?” I rolled my eyes at her and said “You’re doing a
better job at it than the person this butt belongs to!” Amber grinned and
started tightly squeezing both cheeks while waiting for Katie and said
“Well you do have a nice ass…it just produces some extremely nasty
things!”

Katie came skipping out and picked up a shovel on her way. She put the
bag over the toilet paper and scooped them all up, then looked at my huge
pile of crap and giggled “I definitely can’t let my mom come out here and
find this special surprise! I don’t think it’s a Christmas present she’d
be interested in!” She then started shoveling up dirt over the crap. She
nodded in approval once she thought she moved the dirt enough and turned
towards us. She smiled and said “well that was loads of fun, Mike! You
should do this next time we’re all bored!” I turned my head towards her
since Amber was still squeezing both my cheeks and giggling and said
“Maybe if next time you promise to give me a show too” and winked at her.

Katie kneeled down and said “We’ll-see-about-that!” poking my butt for
each syllable. She reached over and squeezed a cheek with Amber and said
“This is fun too! But I can’t believe THIS same butt produced all that,
but I guess I should after seeing it twice!” Both girls giggled and after
a minute finally released me from their grasps as the wind started to
blow and it was a coooold breeze. I kept my pants over my private parts
and quickly hobbled for the back door with my butt still exposed to the
cold air earning more laughter and whistling out of the girls. They
followed me and kicked my butt right through the door and we just fooled
around and talked about my HUGE dump for the rest of the day.

This is by far the best experience I’ve had with the opposite sex, and I
don’t know if this will EVER be topped, but it was just awesome. Sorry to
bug you with more long raving from me, but I was so excited about this
and had to talk about. Whelp, Cheers all!

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Jimmy
Brian: Really cool, how you shit between your dad and “Jeff” watching
your dad and his partner expel their shit into the toilet bowls, how
intimate…and the fellow across the way watching your dicks wiggle while
you all shit, great story…it’s just another example of men having
bonding experiences while shitting, that women will never
understand…Good luck in your upcoming nuptials…

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