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Diarrhea at Work

Charlie quickly made his way down the hallway to the office restroom. Both his bladder and bowels were ready to burst. He swung the door open and immediately saw a pair of black dress shoes in the first stall. He had hoped to get some privacy since he wasn’t a huge fan of having an audience. In all the years he had worked, he never took a shit.

He recognized the shoes as his boss Jason, and confirmed it when he walked past the stall and saw him through the crack in the stall door. Charlie took the stall next to Jason and slammed the door shut and locking it as fast as he could. His belt buckle clanged as it hit the floor, breaking the silence in the room. Charlie ripped his white Calvin Kleins down and collapsed onto the toilet. His bladder let go instantly and a strong loud stream hit the water below. For almost a minute Charlie pissed forcefully.

Unfortunately now his bowels were also ready to empty. Charlie sat in silence with Jason and rubbed his stomach. He decided he would wait for his boss to finish up before dropping his shit. Five minutes passed and Charlie was struggling to hang on. He heard a light grunt from Jason followed by a splash. Realizing Jason wasn’t anywhere near finished Charlie had no choice but to go.

He slowly unclenched his hole and a wet fart boomed out of him. He felt his face turn bright red. He tried to slowly ease out his load but that turned out to be futile. Within seconds, loose watery diarrhea sprayed out of Charlie. Wet farts erupted. His stomach grumbled loudly and a second wave of shit blew out of him. Charlie sat breathing heavily and humiliated. He began wiping up and noticed Jason doing the same. Both men exited their stalls at the same time and met at the sink. Charlie could barely look in the mirror but when he did he noticed that his boss gave him a slight smirk before leaving the restroom.

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First story, let me know what you think.

All characters are 18+

Ruben and Angel

Ruben and Angel have been best friends since elementary. They were always together and they knew pretty much everything about each other.

Once they got to high school, it was only natural that they joined the soccer team together, Senior year, they both made varsity team.

"We should get going, we're gonna be late" said Angel.

"Yeah you're right, lets go" said Ruben.

The varsity team had to size their outfits after school today and make sure everything fits and nothing is missing. Ruben and Angel were both in study hall after school to kill time as the team wouldn't meet until 4.

The boys made their way down to the school gym where the team would meet. Walking rather quickly ahead of Ruben, Angel felt a pressure in his stomach that had been there for the last hour or so. He had been farting quietly in study hall to relieve some pressure, and luckily, no one noticed.

"Dude, slow down, it's only 3:45. It takes like 5 minutes tops to get down there, chill" said Ruben.

"I just don't wanna be late, you know how coach is" said Angel.

Ruben and Angel walked into the gym and neither was surprised that only the coach and 2 other team mates had been there.

"I told you. Dude, there's no one's here yet" said Ruben.

"What do you care anyway, it's not like we were doing anything." said Angel.

Angel just wanted to get this over with so he could take a dump in the privacy of his house. He had never really been a fan of pooping in public bathrooms.

They sat on the bleachers and waited for more of the team to show up. Those 15 minutes were agony for Angel. He had been clenching tight and the pressure just kept building.

"Alright everybody, now that everyone is here, line up in order of your jersey number" yelled the coach.

Everybody ran down to the gym floor and assembled in order in front of a table where the coach and his assistant were sitting. Ruben was number 4 and Angel was number 37 meaning he was one of the last. As the assistant handed each team member a bag with their uniforms neatly folded inside, the coach read off from a list of each item in the bag to ensure no one was missing a piece of their uniform. There were 7 pieces in total to this kit and each team member had to dig through their bag and unfold items to make sure everything was there.

Ruben had gotten his complete uniform and stepped off to the side like coach told everyone to. The numbers dragged on and on, 13, 15, 17, 22, 26. Finally, they got to number 33. Elijah, a scrawny white kid who happened to be incredibly agile, was number 33 and halfway down his list, he noticed he was missing his socks and an extra pair of shorts.

"Coach, I'm missing my socks and a pair of shorts" said Elijah.

"Hmm, that's weird. I could have sworn I ordered the right amount, Hold on, let me check the order." said Coach.

"Fuck, are you kidding me?" thought Angel. "Not a single other person was missing anything until the number right before me?"

He watched as Coach took his time unlocking his office door behind the table and shuffled through a stack of papers on his desk. After about 2 minutes, Coach finally walked out and said "Yup, everything is ordered. I'm gonna have to call them. For now, just go stand with everyone else."

Angel was so excited and desperate to be next that he accidentally let out a little fart that was loud enough the person behind him could hear.

"Alright Angel, let's see what we got" said Coach.

He listed off all the items and to Angel's relief, everything checked out and he walked over to Ruben and the rest of the team.

Coach finished with the rest of the team and stood up, "Ok everyone, listen up. We gotta try on the uniforms now, see if they fit right. If anyone is missing anything, try on what you have and stay after. We'll sort it out. The rest of you, if everything fits, you're good to go, see you Thursday for our first practice after school. Don't be late!"

Everyone headed to the locker room. The changing area was enormous and had plenty of space for all the boys.

Unfortunately, there was only 4 toilets. The school was old so the toilets were only seperated by a half wall partition with no doors, meaning even sitting down you could see from the chest up. There was no privacy, you'd have to shit in front of everyone (and a lot of guys there did, they didn't care). And if someone wanted to peek over the partition, it didn't take much effort.

Ruben and Angel found a bench to change on. They had been friends for years but had only ever seen each other shirtless. Ruben noticed Angel was sweating kinda hard and when Angel took off his pants, he could see a sweat mark around his butt crack. Ruben was staring a bit too hard.  He has never noticed Angel's ass before and he instictively kept fixating on it. It was perfectly round and hung over Angel's muscular thighs. Angel was those Latinos with black hair and pale skin.

Finally, Ruben caught himself and looked up at Angel's face. "Dude you alright? You've been acting weird since study hall and now you're sweating."said Ruben.

"I'm fine man, I just wanna go home already and take a shower" said Angel.

They both put on their uniforms and went over to the mirror.

"How's the fit?" asked Angel.

Ruben looked him up and down, cleared his throat, and nervously said "yeah man looks good...turn around real quick?" Angel hesitated a bit and thought "why tf..." but turned around awkwardly. Ruben took this opportunity to look at Angel's butt again. He was so embarrassed but couldn't look away and even felt himself getting a little hard.

"Bro what?" said Angel.

"...uh yeah bro, looks good. *AHEM* what about me?" said Ruben.

Angel gave a quick inspection and said "yeah bro, you're good."

Angel felt a sharp pressure and pain in his abdomen but kept his cool. He was sweating more than ever. He knew it was time, there was no way he could withstand the 30 minute drive in stop and go traffic to his house. Most of the team left, there was just maybe 4 boys left.

"Alright bro, I gotta go, see you tomorrow" said Angel.

"Yeah for sure" said Ruben.

Angel didn't wanna shit with Ruben there and he definitely wasn't gonna shit in front of the guys in the locker room so he decided to go to the upstairs bathroom by his locker. He made sure Ruben didn't follow him. After a couple wipes of the toilet seat, he sat down expecting an immediate release. But all the holding in must have pushed his shit back up, so no release came. Yet.

On his way out, Ruben remembered he left a book in his locker so he went up there too. Ruben and Angel's lockers were only about 10 lockers apart. Just as he opened his locker, he also felt a slight pressure in his stomach, nothing compared to what Angel had felt though. He saw the bathroom and thought to himself "I'm already here, might as well shit."

He walked in and noticed someone with a pair of cleats sitting in one of the stalls. Ruben didn't mind shitting with other people. He would have done it in the locker room toilets in front of the team, but he didn't feel like he needed to go then. He had been constipated the last couple days and kept having strong urges to go but each time he sat down he couldn't do more than pee.

"Let's try this again" he thought exhaustedly while sighing and closing the stall door behind him. He sat down and waited and pushed. Nothing. He let out a strong stream of pee which relieved him a little but not much. Rested a little. And then tried pushing again, a small toot managed to escape but nothing else. "God damn it. Guess I'm gonna be in here a while" he thought and pulled out his phone.

Meanwhile, Angel had sat down just a minute before Ruben walked in. "FUCK" he thought, "I can't get away from anyone."

Minutes had passed and both were silent. Ruben pushed and pushed but so far had produced only a tiny nugget of a turd. Angel couldn't hold it anymore. He let loose an airy fart that echoed in the bowl and it transitioned into a series of sharts. Ruben stayed quiet, he felt a sort of second hand embarrassment for the mystery person next to him, but he also thought it was funny. Angel sighed but knew he was nowhere near done. He pushed and felt the veins on his neck pop out. A thick torrent of diarrhea gushed out of his pink-brown hole. Shots of diarrhea rushed out of Angel for the next 10 minutes, and angry farts followed each shot. He hated every second of it. The smell filled the room, it was beefy. "Damn" said Ruben under his breath when it hit his nostrils.

"Why won't this guy leave?!" he thought to himself. Ruben had kept pushing as Angel was suffering next door. As funny as it was to him, he didn't really care. He still had the urge to shit and wasn't gonna stop because someone else was suffering next to him.

Ruben gripped the metal bar in the stall as he pushed. Another nugget of shit fell out of his hairy brown hole, this one slightly larger. It came out as Angel was taking a pause in his diarrhea, so the room was silent as a tiny sploosh was heard. Ruben pushed for a little longer but decided to give up and wipe up. He pulled on the paper and cut off a bunch, He made a wad and reached around to his hole. After he wiped, he checked and saw a clean wad of paper. "Fuckin of course," he thought. As a last ditch effort, he tried pushing one last time.

As Ruben pushed, Angel had neat squares of toilet paper lined up on his thigh. He reached around and could feel the wet shit entangled in his ass hairs. He had to quietly spit on the paper to clean the caked shit off his hole. He had gone through a little over a quarter of a roll just for himself. Finally he stood up and walked out and found himself at the sink next to Ruben. He made eye contact with him but didn't say anything.

Ruben couldn't help but smile as he washed his hands and didn't look up. He wanted to laugh so hard when he realized it was Angel. All his sweating and weird behavior made sense and it was hilarious to him. Angel was mortified and could feel his face getting hot and red.

They both dried up. As they were walking out, Angel said to Ruben angrily "Never fucking talk about this again." At which point Ruben started busting out laughing.

"Bro shut the fuck up" said Angel. And he stormed off. As Angel walked away, Ruben yelled down the hall, "Love you bro!" and kept laughing his ass off. "Fuck off!" yelled Angel. Ruben kept smiling and would laugh every time he thought about it all the way home.

That night, Ruben kept replaying the incident. Angel's body, the sweaty underwear, the noises and smells. It was all new to him. He had thoughts of men all year but never about them taking a dump and never about his best friend.

He couldn't help but get hard and kept touching his bulge. He thought about Angel's body and took off his underwear and started jerking off. He wished he could've smelled his sweaty underwear. He wished they were on his face right now. He wondered how his sweaty hole tasted and smelled. Then he thought about the bathroom. The farts. The diarrhea and the grunts Angel made. "Fuck, he's so cute" he thought to himself. He wondered what his hole looked like, how it must've stretched when he was shitting like that. He replayed the sound the paper made when rubbing on Angel's hairy hole, along with seeing him in tight shorts, and that made him cum.

Ruben felt embarassed to be cumming to his best friend but he kept doing it for the rest of the school year and tried his hardest to go to the bathroom at the same time and place as Angel.

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Road Trip Pit Stop

Nate and Steve were brothers, about 10 years apart. Nate was in his early 30s, muscular with brown hair and a tightly cropped beard. Steve was in his early 20s and was a senior in college. He had a smaller build with short brown hair.

Nate had picked Steve up from college to take a road trip to their parents' home about 6 hours away. Before hitting the highway, they stopped for some coffee and a greasy fast food breakfast.

After about an hour, both guys started feeling the need to poop, but didn't say anything. While Nate was a shameless shitter, he wanted to drive as far as possible before making a pit stop. Meanwhile, Steve was pretty poop-shy.

About 2 hours into the trip, Nate decided to stop to refill the tank and take a bathroom break at a small gas station. They filled up the car and then parked it before heading into the station to use the bathroom.

When they entered, they found a small restroom with only one stall and one urinal.

"You can go ahead and use the urinal, buddy," said Nate.

"I, um, actually need the stall," said Steve, turning red.

"Me, too," said Nate. "You can go first. I don't mind waiting."

"Are you sure?" asked Steve. "I can wait for you to finish."

"Yeah, dude," said Nate. "You okay? You seem nervous."

"I'm just not a big fan of using public bathrooms for this," said Steve shyly, entering the stall.

Nate waited in the small bathroom while Steve lowered his boxers and jeans to his knees and took a seat. He remained completely silent for the next 3 minutes.

Steve finally let out a tiny fart and a stream of urine. Another minute passed.

"Any you speed up the process, Steve? I've really gotta go and can't wait much longer," said Nate.

"Sorry," said Steve. "I'm just nervous."

"Just let it out, dude," said Nate. "I'm about to do the same thing."

Steve hesitated for a few seconds and then released a huge sloppy shit. His farts thundered throughout the restroom.

"That's more like it!" said Nate.

Steve started to wipe up. After several passes, he was finally clean. He flushed and exited the stall, heading for the sinks.

Nate, who had been shuffling uncomfortably for a few minutes, burst into the stall, pushed his blue boxer-briefs and jeans to his ankles, and unleashed a loud and smelly shit with a huge sigh of relief.

"Told you there was nothing to be embarrassed by," said Nate with a chuckle as he began unrolling toilet paper.

"Yeah, I guess so," said Steve, hanging out by the sinks.

Nate wiped for the next 5 minutes before finally inspecting a clean sheet of toilet paper.

He exited the stall and washed his hands before heading back into the gas station with Steve to buy some snacks.

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Sorry I haven’t written any stories in so long. Hope everyone can forgive me. I posted 3 today. Let me know how they were. It’s been quite a while. 😃

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Couples Trip (fiction)

Paul and Sean had only been dating for a few months when they decided to take a trip overseas together. They arrived in Thailand excited to get to know each other more intimately and make some memories together. They checked into their hotel and headed out. Paul and Sean were starving but it was already pretty late. The two guys hit up the local street vendors and made their way through 5 or 6 different dishes. They then went to a local bar to have a few drinks before heading back.

Paul woke up first in a cold sweat. He looked at the clock and saw it was only 4:30am. He let out a silent fart that smelled atrocious. He realized he would need the toilet soon. Paul was afraid to go in the hotel room. Although him and Sean had known each other for quite some time now, they had never had this type of situation arise.

He made his way to the bathroom and quietly shut the door. He flipped the switch for the fan but nothing turned on. “Fuck”, Paul mumbled under his breath. There was no sound buffer. He dropped his underwear down and took a seat. His ass erupted loudly with a slew of watery shit. His face turned bright red. Just then there was a knock on the door.

“Ummmmm I’m gonna be a few minutes babe”, Paul said.

“I can’t wait. I need to go right now”, Sean replied in a worried tone.

Paul stood up, quickly flushed and unlocked the door. Sean sprinted past him and ripped his underwear down before collapsing onto the bowl. A never ending explosion of shit filled the bow. Sean was so embarrassed he couldn’t even look up at Paul. A second even looser wave broke the silence of the room.

“I’m so sorry. That food must’ve really tore up my stomach”, Sean said to Paul, almost crying from embarrassment.

“Don’t worry. I’m having the same issue. Which speaking of that, we need to swap places”, Paul said while bouncing back and forth on each foot.

But this point both guys had their underwear completely off and were traded places back and forth to unload. This time while Paul was shaking in pain, Sean lightly massaged his stomach. Paul passed a few more watery waves before Sean sat again to do the same.

The street food had given both guys food poisoning and they spent the next two days practically living on the toilet. They didn’t bother to shut the door as all privacy had left them. Over those two days, Sean and Paul got to know each other on a very personal level which helped strengthen their relationship. They both promised to avoid the street vendors for the rest of the trip.

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Open Stalls on the Beach (fiction)

Charles had been sunbathing for quite some time and began to feel a slight grumble in his stomach. He ran his hand over his six pack and could tell he would need a toilet soon. He packed his things up and put them in the trunk of his car. The men’s room was about half a mile down the beach so he began making his way over. Usually he parked near the bathrooms but since it was such a beautiful day, the beach was packed.

When he got close, he got a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. He paused for a moment to recover. He quickly made his way through the door only to discover that the stall doors had been removed. With no other option, he took the first available stall and dropped his swim trunks to his knees. His ass wasn’t even able to make full contact with the seat before loose diarrhea blew out of him. “Oh my god”, Charles whispered under his breath.

Another guy walked in at that moment and saw Charles on the throne. He took the stall directly next to him and dropped his speedo to his ankles. “Guess they don’t want people lingering too long in here”, the guy said to Charles while chuckling. Charles heard a loud crackle and splash in the next stall. Realizing he would have no privacy, Charles let out a second wave of even more watery shit.

“Fuck that sounds nasty”, the man in the next stall replied.

“Yeah I barely made it”, Charles said.

“Good thing you did”, the guy joked.

Charles was finally empty enough to begin the cleanup process. Unfortunately he was a stand up wiper. He wasn’t sure if he wanted his dick in the open or if he wanted anyone coming in to see his ass as he wiped. He chose the later. He faced the bowl and quickly scrunched up some paper. He bent over slightly and began to dig between his cheeks. On the first pass, the poet was wrecked.

Two other young guys walked in to use the urinals. “Woah, look at this dude wiping his ass!”, the one yelled out. Charles turned bright red. He grabbed some more paper and wiped again. His hairy ass was on display for anyone and everyone to see. It took four more passes to finish and by that point his neighbor in the next stall was long gone. He pulled up his trunks and fled the men’s room as fast as he could. On the walk back to his car, the two guys who walked in on him were on the beach. They notice Charles and pointed him out to their friends and laughed. Charles got in his car and sped off.

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Constipated in the Men’s Room (fiction)

Gary arrived to the office at his normal time of 7:45am. He preferred to arrive a bit early so he could hit the men’s room to start his day off. Even though he was in his 50s now, he was still able to enjoy a healthy shit. Most days he had no issue taking his shit but he’d been constipated the past three days. He grabbed his newspaper and headed off. When he swung the door open, the bright lights flashed on, indicating that he’d have some privacy. Gary was never shy about going but he knew this shit would take some work so he hoped to be alone.

He chose the last of three stalls and slowly closed the door. He hung his suit coat up and slowly unbuckled his belt. He let his black pants fall to his ankles and he mounted the bowl. Within seconds of sitting down, his cock began gushing a long and loud piss into the water.

“Ahhhhhhh”, Gary moaned in relief.

He pulled out his newspaper and flipped to the sports section. A tiny but loud fart escaped his cheeks. Gary began to grunt a bit, “aughhhhh”. A few small pebbles of shit plonked into the bowl. He could feel a massive shit right near the exit but knew he needed to really work if he wanted to get it out. Just then, the door swung open and Gary heard the familiar click of dress shoes on the floor. Someone quickly took the first stall. Gary bent down and immediately recognized the shoes as those of Nick, the young buck of the office.

Nick dropped trou and collapsed onto the toilet with seconds to spare. An avalanche of shit blew out him in loud fashion. Nick sighed in immense relief. Gary could barely sit there since the stench was so bad. Nick courtesy flushed but the damage had been done. Trying again to focus on his own shit, Gary began massaging his stomach and grunting again, “oooooh”.

“Sounds rough over there”, Nick said.

“Yeah….didn’t sound too rough for you”, Gary replied.

“I’d been holding this shit in for 45 minutes on the train but goddam if I don’t feel amazing now”, Nick said laughing.

Gary went back to grunting, trying to keep his noises down to a minimum but it was no use. He had to bear down much harder which meant even louder grunting. “Hmmmph”, Gary moaned in a much deeper and louder tone.

“There you go pal, let it out”, Nick responded.

Gary ignored him and felt his shit getting close. “Argggh”, he said this time as a slow crackle began to emanate from his cheeks. He was out of breath and sweating by this point. Gary have another hard push and a log splashed loudly into the bowl below him.

“Wheeeeeew”, Gary sighed in sweet relief. He looked between his legs and saw a monster log in the bowl. He couldn’t believe how big it was and hoped the toilet could handle it when he flushed. He only needed a single wipe. He flushed but the log didn’t break up. Gary’s face went red and he quickly exited the stall while leaving the log for the next guy to worry about. As he washed his hands, he heard Nick let out another wave of loose shit. He raced to the exit before the smell hit him again.

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Work Stall Blow Out

so this is a story based on a recent experience of mine.

so it’s lunch time in the office I work at and I had just finished eating. I hadn’t had much, but I bring one of those big water bottles in to the office everyday, and I end up refilling it like three times a day. So At this point my bladder is just absolutely full. I can feel all the pee in me sloshing around and I just know I’m going to be bursting any second now. So I get up and hurry to the Men’s Room. Only the Men’s Room on our floor is being cleaned. I let out a low moan and ball my fists up at my sides, holding back the urge to hold my aching bladder. So I back track and head upstairs to the tenth floor. This is the floor where we tend ti have conference meetings, and thus it is almost always empty.

I hurry inside, fumbling with my black belt as I feel the hot yellow flood pounding on the tip of my cock waiting to be released. The urinal is occupied so I bite my lip and throw open the door to the nearest stall. At this moment my only thought is to make sure I don’t make a complete fool of my self and end up loading my pants right in front of the toilet!

I’m bursting, as I yank down my trousers and my blue briefs and drop down onto the porcelain bowl, a hot jet of piss blasting against its inside. The feeling is euphoric! I lean back against the toilet seat, pressing my hand against deflating bladder. “AAHHhhhh~”

But it turns out I wasn’t the only desperate dude in the office. After pissing like a horse for what feels like forever, my stream starts to trickle off just as I hear the bathroom door swings open. I see the shiny black shoes, black socks and gray dress pants of one of my coworkers as they scurry past my stall and to the furthest one. They muttered a curse as they push open the stall door and quickly slam it close as they begin unbuckling their belt.

Normally I probably wouldn’t have stuck around, but I recognized the shoes of my co-worker Jayson, a good looking blond twenty-something who’d grandfather was one of the company’s bigwigs. Jayson was hot in that preppy suit and tie kind of way. Always put together. Nice but quiet.

But it seemed something had roused him up today. He slammed down ass first against the toilet seat, his slim fit trousers around his ankles and his bunched up dark blue underwear around his knees. I heard his hand or something slam against the side of the stall as he seemed to grace himself. I heard him say with a desperate groan “Oh No!” And then the floodgates burst open.

The sloppiest, brattiest case of diarrhea I have ever heard came exploding out of Jayson. It came burst out all at once like a muddy water. If he said anything else, I didn’t hear it as this man painted the inside of the porcelain, the shit pouring out of him nonstop. I could see his feet rise up to the tips of his toes as barrage after barrage of diarrhea blasted into the bowl. He let out several thunderous farts and after maybe a minute or so, he’d finished voiding his bowels.

I went to wash my hands, and a moment later he came out, buckling his trousers and washing his hands, whistling as he dried them and walked out of the bathe room as if he hadn’t just desecrated the toilet.

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Thinking of starting up my stories again. Would love to hear some ideas or scenarios you all fantasize about. Not into scat play or sex scenes that much.

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I would love to hear if anyone has had any cool incidences where they heard someone having diarrhea or trying to hold it in while you were in the bathroom?

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Father/Son Battleshits

Ryan and his dad Zeke enjoyed competing against each other. Every sport you could think of they played. But, there biggest rivalry was at the arcade. They would hit up the Dave and busters and with $20 each, see who could collect the most tickets. On the way there they would stop off for some tacos since the food was too pricey at the arcade.

They each ate 5 or 6 tacos, extra spicy, and washed it down with some ice coffees. They arrived to Dave and busters around 11. It wasn’t too busy so they added money to their cards and started to play. Ryan tried to be strategic and play only the big ticket games. He occasionally slipped out a silent fart from the tacos.

Zeke’s strategy was to play easy to win games in the hopes of collecting a good amount of tickets with little risk. He too felt a rumble in his gut and became gassy while playing. After an hour of playing, both father and son needed to hit the facilities.

R: hey dad, bet you I can beat you in Battleshits!

Z: never gonna happen. I can blow you away

They both rushed to the mens room and took side by side stalls. Ryan dropped his pants first and quickly mounted the seat. A barrage of loose shit exploded out of him. Zeke quickly followed and collapsed onto the bowl. He let out a 30 second long wet fart before passing some diarrhea.

Z: see son. Told you I would win. That fart easily beat you

R: I’m not even close to done yet

Ryan began to bear down and let a rapid series of farts go. His ass sounded like a trumpet as his gas echoed loudly throughout the room. Zeke’s stomach gurgled loudly before passing straight liquid between his cheeks. Both guys were decimating the bowls beneath them. The tacos obviously were too spicy.

R: it fuckin stinks in here now!

Z: yeah we really showed these toilets whose boss

R: I think we both tied on this one

Z: yeah son. I think you’re right

Father and son wiped up and met each other at the sinks. They laughed over their game of Battleshits. They spent the rest of the time in the arcade playing games together rather than trying to compete. Contests could be had on another day.

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Office Guys Having Diaherria

Brad and Nick both worked in a office place and where required to wear suits and ties to work everyday,one morning they weren't feeling so well as they both had ordered multiple breakfast burritos for there breakfast and had coffee to down it all,they both started feeling there stomach gurgling,Brad was first to rush over to the men's bathroom,he was horrified when he saw the stalls had no doors,he wanted to wait it out but he couldn't,Brad dropped his dress pants around his ankles and was about to let go in Nick came rushing in shocked at what he saw,he slowly went inside a different stall,both men stayed silent as they held back there loads for as long as they possibly could,they where both very shy shitters and was ashamed about the whole situation,Brad was the first to let go as his body was finally giving in,he gave in and started releasing,a hot jet of diaherria came out of him and hit the toilet,then continued to release big logs of chunky poop into the toilet,Nick had given in as well as he released a jet of diaherria along with the rest of the huge loads he had been holding in,both them quickly finished up and left without saying anything as they were embarrassed about the whole situation

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Bodybuilder and Coach Caught Short

Before hitting the gym, Eric and Jim decided to grab a bite to eat. Eric was prepping for an upcoming bodybuilding event. Jim had been his coach for years and with the event only weeks away, it was crunch time. Usually Eric was very strict with his diet but today he was craving some tacos and burritos.

Eric and Jim settled on this little taco shack on the side of the road. Eric got 4 burritos and 6 tacos while Jim settled for 1 burrito and 3 tacos. Both men doused everything in the hot sauce that the stand provided. They ate and then sat for a while discussing different strategies that Eric could use to gain more strength.

After an hour the two guys decided it was time to head over to the gym. Jim had picked Eric up since it made more sense to carpool. The gym was 10 miles away so it made no sense to take separate vehicles. Jim got on the expressway and began the journey.

Around mile 8 the traffic began to slow down. After 20 mins they had only moved a quarter of a mile. Eric’s stomach grumbled loudly. That hot sauce was making its way through his system and fast. Jim was also feeling the effects. He rubbed his stomach in the hopes of soothing it. There was no upcoming exit for miles and the land around them was flat, offering no covering at all.

“Bro I have to shit so bad right now”, Eric admitted to Jim, his face covered in sweat from the stomach pains.

“Me too. That hot sauce absolutely wrecked me. I should’ve known better. Anytime I have anything spicy it immediately turns to shit in my stomach”, Jim replied wincing behind the wheel.

“There isn’t even anywhere for us to pop a squat and go”, Eric mentioned in a disappointed tone.

“There is always so much fucking traffic here. I need a toilet soon. It feels like everything is about to come out”, Jim wailed while fidgeting in the drivers seat.

When they hit mile 10 the traffic began to move freely again. The culprit had been an overturned truck that blocked all but one lane. Jim put his foot to the floor and prayed they would make it with clean pants. He sped into the gym parking lot and parked. The issue at hand now was being able to hold the landslides in all the way to the men’s room.

“I won’t make it bro. It’s pretty secluded here. I’m just gonna go right over there”, Eric said pointing to the grass not 3 feet away.

“Yeah I can barely hold it. I guess it’s either squat or shit myself!”, said Jim.

Both men dove out of the car. Eric barely got his sweats down before an avalanche of diarrhea spilled onto the grass. He moaned in relief as he passed loose shit all over. He looked down to make sure his pants had made it out clean.

Jim dropped his shorts and briefs and got into the squat position. Without even needing to push, shit quickly formed underneath him. It burned as it crackled out of him before quickly turning to chunky liquid. He looked around and made sure no one could see him or Eric.

After a few minutes both guys felt empty enough to clean up. Jim grabbed the spare napkins he kept stashed away and they both wiped up, discarding the paper in a brown takeout bag Jim found on the floor of the backseat. They pulled their pants up and ditched the bag in the trash can near the entrance of the gym.

When both guys walked in, all the other bodybuilders erupted in laughter. With being so desperate, Eric and Jim forgot that although the windows were tinted so you couldn’t see in, anyone inside the gym could clearly see outside. They all had a front row seat to Jim and Eric’s masterful dumps. Both guys laughed it off and after a while the running finally stopped. They got to work on their strength training and made sure to hit the toilets before they left just to be safe.

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Chef Berates Shitting Assistant

Mitchell was late arriving to work. Dinner began at 8pm and he was supposed to be there by 4pm to help the chef prep. It was already 4:15. He parked his car and ran into the restaurant. Chef William was already at the door waiting for him.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking late again. Move your ass”, Chef William barked at Mitchell.

“Yes chef. Sorry chef”, replied Mitchell and he scurried to the back of the house.

Chef William was well known in the area and Mitchell had been fortunate enough to snag a job there. He couldn’t risk losing it if he planned to ever become a full fledged chef himself.

In his rush to get to work, Mitchell had skipped the bathroom at home. He usually took a while when he was on the toilet and he didn’t have that luxury today. By 6pm, prep was well underway when Mitchell felt a twinge in his stomach. He bowels were telling him it was time to hit the can.

He made his way to the men’s room and took the first stall. Chef William practically followed him in.

“What are you doing? Nobody gets a break during prep!”, William screamed.

“Sorry chef, I really needed to hit the facilities”, Mitchell answered as he hung his apron on the stall door.

“I don’t want you thinking you can skip out of work and have everyone else pick up your slack”, William said. “I’m waiting right here until you finish so make it quick”.

Mitchell normally didn’t have any hangups about using a public restroom but he never had anyone stand outside his stall, listening to his every sound and rushing him along. He dropped his pants to his ankles and took a seat. Immediately, he began peeing strongly against the side of the bowl. He had been needing that for a long time.

Filling his long piss, Mitchell let out a very long and very loud fart. Chef William laughed outside of the stall. Mitchell thought that maybe he should hold his shit off until his break later but his ass made up its mind. Following the fart, loose shit flowed out of him. It loudly splashed into the bowl.

“Whew! Sounds like you got the runs in there! I hope there won’t be any issues during service with you thinking you can step away to take a shit every 5 minutes”, spewed William.

“No Chef. Everything will be fine during service chef”, Mitchell shyly said as more loose shit filled the bow.

“Hurry up!”, Chef William demanded.

Mitchell quickly wiped his ass as fast as he could and hoped that he wouldn’t need another visit to the men’s room anytime soon. He sheepishly stepped out of the stall unable to look Chef William in the eye.

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Cops Take on a Challenge

Officers Danny and Alex had been rivals for all as long as they could remember. The came up in the academy together and constantly had to be better than the other. Both guys were 30 and had an athletic physique. They both worked at the same police station and were often put on patrol together. Most nights nothing ever happened so the two of them would try to think of the weirdest contests they could think of.

This shifts contest was an overnighter. Danny came up with the idea that each guy would drink a laxative milkshake and see who could go the longest without having to take a shit. At 6pm at the start of their shift, each downed a large milkshake spiked with liquid laxative. They were stuck on shift until 6am so they knew that one of them would be victorious.

After the milkshakes, they drove around the city for a few hours. They grabbed a few burgers and ate those while sitting in the car. They parked near a local park that would sometimes get seedy and decided to settle in for a while. Right after they parked, Danny leaned to one side and ripped a huge fart.

“Oh my god bro! That fuckin’ stinks so bad”, Alex said while putting his window down.

Danny just laughed and laughed. A few minutes later, Alex responded with some gas of his own.

“Holy shit! And you said mine were bad”, Danny said while choking and fanning the air.

The two went back and forth filling the car with their own fumes while chatting about everything from the women they had banged recently to movies they were going to see soon. At midnight, the mood in the car began to shift. Both officers were feeling the effects of the laxatives. There stomachs loudly gurgled as each man held everything in.

“I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it”, Alex said while rubbing his stomach.

“Go ahead pussy, just shit now so I can declare victory”, Danny said with an air of shakiness in his voice.

“No way man. You’ll be filling your pants soon enough”, quipped Alex.

By 2am the pain was nearly unbearable. They decided to head into the park and make their way to the toilets, just in case. When they got there however, the doors were locked.

“Now what shithead”, Alex asked.

“We better check the back of the car to see what we can use as a makeshift toilet for when you need it!”, Danny said smugly.

They walked back to the patrol car at a more brisk pace than they had walked to the park toilets. When they got back, they found a small cooler that usually held their lunches. It was either that or pop a squat next to the vehicle itself.

“Let’s at least line it with a trash bag”, Danny suggested.

“Yeah good idea”, Alex replied.

The makeshift toilet was now ready to go. They both knew the glove compartment had an emergency roll of tp just in case. They would definitely need it tonight. Danny and Alex both got back into the car and began to wait each other out.

The clock said 3:35am when both men were near their breaking point. Danny suddenly jumped out of the vehicle and ran to the back. He worked at removing his holster and taser as fast as he could. Working quickly now, he unbuckled his belt and tore his pants down violently. As he began to position his ass over the cooler, a jet of shit shot out of him. He finished sitting down and loudly filled the cooler.

His bladder was bursting now that the focus wasn’t on his aching stomach. He moved his pants out of they way and let out a long stream of piss. The cooler reverberated with gas as he sighed and let everything go completely.

“I knew you’d go first”, Alex said while laughing. Moments later however his own need alerted him to the impending doom. “Move so I can go now”, Alex demanded.

“No can do bro. I’m gonna be here for a while”, Danny said as some more shit splashed into the cooler.

With that, Alex started to remove his shoes. He knew he would have to take his pants off if he was going to squat down and let it all fly. He took his pants down and got into position only a few feet away from Danny. He groaned loudly as diarrhea flew out of his backside and began to puddle behind him. With his cock and balls just hanging in the breeze, Alex began pissing almost immediately. The relief was euphoric.

Loud wet gas escaped his cheeks and another round of liquid shit soon followed. At this point, Danny was done for now and stood up to start the cleanup process. He dug into his ass, wiping deeply before discarding the used tp into the bag. Alex stood up too and followed Danny. They cleaned up as good as they could and decided to drive to the 24 hour McDonald’s a few miles up the road.

They spent the rest of their shift blasting away in the two stalls. Although the pain had been terrible, Alex smiled in his victory.