randompaststories ยท 3 years ago
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American Poopball ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿˆ
My friend was really excited about having his first girlfriend. You know, a nineteen-year-old virgin is a hopeful creature, and he was joyfully one step closer to having sex. Then, when she invited him to spend the weekend at her family's beach house to meet them, he was more than happy to accept. She said the house was small but had a pool and was just by the beach, he thought it would be perfect for some romance.
He was really looking forward to making a good impression on his father-in-law, a high-ranking military, super-serious guy. So, as the only private bathroom in the house was in the parents' suite and he was sharing the one on the ground floor with the rest of the house, he decided it would be wise not to poop during that weekend to avoid awkward situations with weird smells (standard teenage insecurities). After all, it was only a couple of days, no big deal.
Her family was big and warming, they threw him a barbecue on Saturday morning by the pool, drinks on the beach later, spaghetti for dinner. And Sunday was just as fun and full of food: a lot coming in, nothing coming out. But all was fine, they were leaving the next morning and soon he would be in the comfort of his own bathroom.
The big turnaround happened during breakfast when his father-in-law suggested they would stay one more day. Everyone got so happy and agreed so quickly, he really didn't want to be the party pooper. But most of all, he couldn't come up with an excuse fast enough. So all he said was "Of course!".
After that, his anxiety to poop started to rise exponentially until that was all he could think about. For the last couple of days, he had been eating some pretty heavy stuff! There was no way he could hold all that in for another full day, he didn't plan for that. And having to put up with that car rocking all the way back... how the hell was he supposed to ask his girlfriend's dad to stop the car in the middle of the road to take a shit?
No, he had to poop there. He started to wait for a moment alone in the house to do it because, at that point, he had a lot of accumulated poop and the chances were that it would make some noise to come out and certainly smell. He needed time and space to take care of it.
But his very much in love new girlfriend wouldn't give it to him. She stayed with him at the house when everyone was at the pool and didn't let him miss the beach in the afternoon. Young love! He was almost hating her.
He realized his only chance would be to wait until everybody was asleep. He would silently sneak out of the room he was sharing with his brother-in-law and do it. The bad smell would have the rest of the night to fade away, a good plan.
So he did it. About 1 in the morning he sneaked out, got into the bathroom, and let it all out... Oh, the relief! Just as it went out he started feeling brand new again, and so happy that it was all so silent! In fact, the poop was kind of dry from waiting all that time and came out in one big piece.
He got a little worried if the flushing sound could wake her girlfriend's uncle and cousins that were sleeping just outside in the living room, but there was no need to worry: the toilet flush was simply NOT working.
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randompaststories ยท 3 years ago
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Poop Swim ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐ŸŠ
I think this is the most well-kept secret of my life. I've never told this to anyone, ever. And it happened 20 years ago.
I should be about 8 or 9 years old, maybe even 10. All I know is that I wasn't really that young anymore, at least not to do what did.
Back then I had a huge problem with pooping. Some sort of fear of it, like it was gonna hurt or something, so I used to hold it a LOT, spend many many days without pooping until it was inevitable. It led to the consumption of a lot of jelly-like laxatives and occasional painfully embarrassing suppository applications during my childhood.
On that sunny school vacation's day, I was at my aunt's condo pool with my cousins and a bunch of other kids and their nannies, with a belly full of old and dry poop wanting to come out. But make no mistake, I was very used to it, so I was having a lot of fun jumping and swimming around with the other kids.
Sometimes my belly would hurt a little and the poop would wanna come out, but , as usual, I'd just hold it in a bit longer and go back to normal. If you've ever held your poop, you know what I'm talking about.
But all that swimming and jumping around was a little too much, and my belly was hurting in smaller intervals, almost like labor, so I went to the shallow part of the pool, where the little kids stay, to concentrate on my pain until it was gone again.
"Why didn't she just get out of the pool and went to the bathroom?" you may ask.
Please remember that I was very afraid of pooping, I thought that I could just hold it a little longer and go back to playing with the other kids. Also, if I went out of the pool to my aunt's apartment, everyone would notice... I'd have to ask the nanny for the keys, people would ask why and I couldn't bear to answer that. Yes, kids can be very stupid.
So there I was, thinking I had everything under control in the small kids part of the pool, waiting for my poop contractions to go away, when something I thought was a fart came along. Thinking it would ease my pain more quickly if I let it out, I did. But it wasn't a fart.
A huge poop just came out so quickly I couldn't stop it.
I felt a huge relief, but the regret came instantly. There I was with a huge poop stuck between my butt and my bikini bottoms, like a bizarre backward boner. I was paralized, staring at all those kids playing around me, not knowing what to do, with my cousins calling me back to play with them.
"I'm too tired" - I kept saying while praying that no one would come close to me. My luck was that my poop was so dry from being held in for days that nothing leaked, it just sat there being kept by my bikini, touching my butt cheeks.
I was desperately searching for a solution. I couldn't get out of the pool like that, all the nannies and parents were sitting around the pool watching the kids, there was no way they wouldn't see me, no discreet exit. And I already knew that adults are even worse gossipers than children, soon I would be known as the kid who pooped in the pool, forever shamed.
Maybe if I took a towel to cover myself... but there was no towel close enough for me to grab, and I was trying to move as little as possible.
I started looking for the pool drain, maybe I could open it and put the poop discreetly inside, but it was all the way across the pool and a bunch of older kids ware hanging out there.
I must have been there for about 20 minutes, dodging everyone who came close to me, beginning to feel that I was doomed. When my aunt told us it was lunchtime and my cousins started getting out of the pool, I panicked. What I was gonna do!?
So I did the unthinkable. I took advantage of the distraction of people getting out to reach their towels to quickly drop the poop out of my bikini bottom and move away. I left the poop right there in the bottom of the shallow pool, among those little kids, and didn't look back once. I was the first one to leave the pool area, swearing I would never go back to my aunt's after that day, ever again.
As we had lunch on the 11th floor, I looked down from window many times to watch those people in the pool swimming with my poop, absolutely terrified that they would find it and figure out it was mine. I was in pure agony until my mom picked me up by the end of the day.
But never going back there would be a hard promise to keep, since my mother had to work and I was on school vacation, so she used to drop me there with my aunt and cousins quite a lot, and a couple of days later I was back there again.
As I entered my aunt's living room I went right to the window, as discretely as possible, to see if the little brown spot in the bottow of the pool was still there. But the huge trapezium shaped pool was completely empty.
In my most carefully distracted voice, I asked my cousin if we were going to the pool that morning, eager to know if my crime had been revealed. "Some freak pooped in the pool!" she said, "A huge one, right in the little kid's area. Can you believe it? It's the most disgusting thing ever! They had to empty the pool to clean it.".
Everyone expressed their disgust at the poop freak that morning at my aunts' house, guessing which neighbor did it. But thankfully I was not suspected, and by the end of the discussion, everyone seemed to agree that It must have been a small kid, although no one understood how such a huge poop could fit into one.
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