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Between preparing to move, and day-to-day life, I have been extremely stressed out these past few weeks. But, I had a day off, and as the pressure in my intestines grows, and I prepare to push out a mess I have been holding in for a few days, I decided to type out an experience from a few years back.

A particular embarrassing experience, which my readers seem to be the fondest of.

I love the theatre, I love film, and I do miss my theatre-going days. So, today I remember an experience from the theatre.

I do not mess, purposely at places like the theatre. After all, I am more interested in watching the film than all of that. Thus, this occasion was a complete and utter accident.

I went to view an older film, a psychological thriller/horror film. Nothing I hadn't seen a few times before. At the start of the film, I felt fine. My stomach had settled after dinner earlier, and I ate a few snacks throughout the first start of the film. During the start of the second half, I let out some light gas but didn't think much of it. My stomach gurgled, but I was so engrossed in the film I pushed the thought of needing to poo to the back of my mind. As the film rose to a climax, I continued to ignore the feeling, pushing out another soft fart and shifting in my seat.

Perhaps I had eaten the wrong item, something not agreeing with my stomach. But, the pressure began to mount at an unholy pace. I shifted again, willing myself to focus on the film. I closed my eyes briefly, feeling the thick, semi-solid poop slip through my cheeks.

The pressure had subsided some, and I continued to watch the film. This was one of the few times, I had become so engrossed in a task I hadn't noticed what was happening with my body. That the log was slipping through my hole, and filling my panties.

As the film concluded I stood, realizing what had taken place as the weight sagged down my underwear. My cheeks flushed, and I quickly hurried from my seat. It was my luck that another film had let out out minutes before. Navigating the crowd as I tried as discreetly as possible to feel the size of my mess.

It was fairly large, a baseball-sized bulge, flattened against my plump ass, as the smell became obvious. As I arrived at my car, my stomach gurgled, and I let slip a cascade of mushy, smelly, poop. I moaned slightly as I released it.

It felt incredible if I am being truly honest.

One of the few upsides of the pandemic ( for myself ) was the move to remote interactions. Not being much of a people person, this suited me quite well.

My work and university had shifted to a remote basis, and I found myself attending daily zoom meetings. Most of these meetings did not require me to have my microphone on, and this particular meeting was a work wide mandatory infection control presentation. Nothing I had to pay much attention to, seeing as we held these weekly, and it was usually one woman from human resources presenting, with an optional time for questions.

As usual, I joined the meeting promptly at 8 am, my microphone muted, video available. I was dressed in my running gear, as I was planning to walk the dog after. Tight leggings, and my track jacket. There were plenty of other bored-looking employees.

A few minutes into the meeting my stomach gurgled. I sat upright on my desk stool and rubbed my stomach out of view of my camera. I let out a silent fart and felt my morning poop brewing up a storm. I briefly considered leaving the meet, but we were paid for attendance so I remained seated. I let out a muffled fart and adjusted myself so my butt was hanging slightly off the stool I use as a desk chair. Another fart slipped between my unclenched cheeks, as I pretended to focus on the meeting. My stomach cramped and I weighed my options. Hold till the end of the meeting, or fill my panties where I sat.

I let out another fart, and my mind was made. Pushing slightly, a warm, soft poop, the size of a baseball filled my clothing, with a muffled fart to signify the end of my load.

I am sure many of you will remember this story, as it was one that received quite a few notes when I first posted it —

Many years back I attended an art festival in my city, it took place at night, and spanned several blocks and buildings, effectively shutting down the city for that evening. It was absolutely incredible, the art, the culture, a wonderful experience, minus one memory. I had eaten quite a bit, testing out the various vendors and goring myself to some extent. Something I had eaten had not quite agreed with me, but I ignored the feeling of gurgling within my stomach and carried on. Several minutes later I was farting. Strong, wet farts, as I wandered through the hoards of people, hoping to find a non-portable restroom ( I despise port-a-potty's ). I felt a strong rumble and held my backside suppressing the mess growing inside of me. I fought off multiple waves which only increased my desperation, and could feel the poop begin to flower out of me. Another painful wave hit me like a brick, and the log of semi-solid poo was sliding out, regardless of my wishes.

This is a story some of you might have read once before, rewritten. This took place quite a long time ago, a few years now, when I had diarrhea at the grocery mart.

My stomach has been gurgling most of the morning, and I had been letting out soft farts as I went into down going about my business. I remember I needed to get some last-minute shopping done, I believe the next day may have been a holiday which is why I was in such a rush.

Regardless, I remember having put off the shopping, now I was rushing through various stories grabbing the items I needed. The last store I visited was the grocery mart, and I knew upon entering that my time was limited. I needed to poop, badly, and I could feel my stomach growing and begging for a release.

About midway through my shop, my farts had increased in intensity. I let out a sloppy wet fart and moved into the canned soup aisle. I adjusted my leggings and began searching for some stupid soup mix. I spotted it, on a lower shelf, and squatted to make sure it was the correct mix.

I knew as I squatted, all hell might break loose. I let out an ungodly bubbly fart and touched my ass. I could feel the mush I unintentionally released and groaned.

Standing up, I could feel my mess slide down, dragging down my underwear and creating a small bulge. I knew I needed to go to the checkout, and attempted to hold back my impending explosion as I walked to the cashier's and set down my basket. As I stood, I let out a long, wet fart, depositing more of the soft poop onto my underwear and blushing horrendously. I apologized, my hand resting on my ass making it obvious to those within a close vicinity I had pooped.

Collecting my bags, I stumbled to the exit. It was midway between the exit, and cashier when I lost control. My stomach made a soft gurgling noise, and my butt relaxed, despite my best efforts. A bubbling noise, followed by soft cracking filled the ears of anyone who may be around me, as the mush began to fill every inch of my leggings. The hot, smelly poop bulged out my underwear, and pants, creating a large wet lump. Making it obvious to anyone around me the situation I was in. I squatted a bit, pushing out the rest of my mess, as it was too late, before half walking, half waddling out of the store.