Load Rage

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Load Rage

Posted 9.10.02003 by California Girl

 

I had always vowed never to shit or even fart in front of a guy -- it just wasn't a ladylike thing to do. I hadn't -- until now. And it was in the most embarrassing, most unladylike fashion.

In 1998, my boyfriend and I were driving the highway through northern California. We originally came from Santa Barbara, on our way to San Francisco. I remember eating a huge breakfast before we left, but I couldn't shit then, so I decided to hold it until we reached San Francisco. In situations like these before, I have never succumbed to defeat, so I was pretty confident my butthole would be victorious in the battle against the turds knocking on the door, and that I could take care of my business properly like a lady should.

 

During the entire trip I'd felt my stomach turn, and the pain increased as time went on. I just told myself, "You can make it," and thought about other things. It wasn't until we were about one hour away from the outskirts of San Francisco that I realized this could be the one battle I'm defeated in. There must have been tons of waste backed up in my bowels, and it was attacking my asshole with no mercy.

 

I clenched my buttcheeks together with full force and told myself to hold out for an hour until we got to the hotel. Due to my nervousness and the thought of impending doom, I was sweating profusely all over, and the sweat that built up in my asscrack only seemed to act as a lubricant. Defeat seemed inevitable, and the pain in my intestines was unbearable.

 

And my boyfriend was starting to notice. He looked over, concerned, and asked me what was wrong. I was biting my lip and the look of pain across my face was obvious; I couldn't answer. He queried again, and slowly I asked if we could pull over to a nearby restroom.

 

The sign showed the nearest place a restroom would be was about fifteen minutes. I couldn't wait that long, and was terrified by what might happen. I continued to strain, but that did no good. The turd poked its head from out of my rectum. I was wearing navy blue-colored spandex tights with no underwear, so the turd obviously hit the interior surface of my tights. I screamed for my boyfriend to pull over, and, confused, he did. I had no other choice -- I figured shitting on myself in the car would be more humiliating, and would ruin my tights.

 

So I quickly jumped out the car -- and thank God I was wearing tights, because I could pull them down rather quickly. I squatted, right in front of my boyfriend, clenched my buttcheeks with my hands as my asshole opened the diameter of a tennis ball and unleashed my stinky brown load.

 

It was watery and lumpy and the same time. I could hear the shit hitting the ground as I squatted here off the side of the highway. I was completely disgusting. God knows what the people driving by were thinking when they saw some woman shitting her guts out on the side of the highway. And it horrified me to wonder what my boyfriend was thinking. Shit must've poured out of my ass for a good two minutes.

 

My ego and pride were shattered, and with my head down I asked my boyfriend for something to wipe my ass with. He got out of the car with a look of disbelief on his face, and opened the trunk and grabbed some rags for me. Completely defeated, humiliated, and embarrassed, I wiped my asshole thoroughly, wiped the tiny shit-stain on the inside of my tights, and pulled them back up. I looked at my load on the ground and was startled at how huge a dump I took.

 

We both got in the car, and I was too embarrassed to say anything or give an explanation. He looked just as shocked and disgusted as I was.

 

-- California Girl

 

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