i dont like to wipe my ass when i take a shit. it feels weird. so i just say "fuck it" and pull my pants up. but sometimes, the shit actually broke off before it came all the way out, and it got stuck between my cheeks.
soon this shit starts drying into little nuggets and get stuck in my ass. so what i do at night is pick the little nuggets of shit out with my fingertips and drop them on the floor. but sometimes the shit dries and sticks to my ass hairs. so i have to pull the hair right out of my ass with the shit on it.
after months of picking hairs with shit on them out of my ass, i started to become accustomed to it, and everyday id get a little boner from it, each one a little harder than the last.
soon i couldnt take it anymore. i would ake the nuggets of shit and put them in my hand and beat off. it felt so good... the best orgasm id ever had.
so i started to take the little nuggets and put them gently up the hole of my dick... it hurt... but it felt so good. then i would jerk off and watch the little nuggets of dried shit attatched to my ass hairs ooze out of my dick in a creamy mix of semen and sometimes blood
i urge every one of you to try this... itll be the best orgasm youve ever had.
My friend has one of the most DISTURBING, DISGUSTING pooping habits ever.
This kid I know weighs 450 pounds and is morbidly obese. I'm surprised he hasn't died from it yet. He's only 17. A few of my friends and I went over to his to keep him company since his parents were out of town. He wanted someone to play PS3 with him so we were happy to oblige.
Around 20 minutes into a game of Resistance, the kid goes "i'll be right back, i gotta take a crap." and walks off. I noticed he grabbed a large bucket, which I found strange. What happened next disgusted me beyond all reason.
From the bathroom, I heard a large roar, like a beast of some sort. I asked one of my friends who knows the fat kid a lot better than I do what was going on. His response still haunts me to this day:
"He takes a bucket to the bathroom with him because the smell always makes him puke. All the crusty shit and ass sweat caught in the folds of his fat have been decaying for months because he can't clean himself. As soon as he drops his pants, the shit/sweat stench fills the bathroom and he begins throwing up."
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Anonymous2011-04-09 8:39
i really hate zok but cannot stop say please come to zoklet, faggot
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Anonymous2011-07-09 18:12
When I was 15 years old, I was going to go "Back to school" shopping with my parents and sister. First, we went out to eat at a Chinese restaurant. I should've known better because chinese food goes through me like a laser beam. After dinner, we went to the clothing store and on the way my stomach started acting up. Not enough for me to worry..yet. Once we were in the store, my stomach started to bubble furiously. I could feel hot diarhea wanting to shoot out of my ass but I held on for dear life. I begged my parents to leave after being at the store for no more than 10 minutes. I refused to use the bathroom at the store and told my parents that the store didnt have one.
So once I convinced my parents to leave, they went to checkout and bought a few things my sister and I had picked out. We got in the car and began to drive home. My parents could tell I was in an absolute panic and they kept asking me if they should stop somewhere so I could use a bathroom. I was absolutely mortified of public restrooms at the time. Finally, I screamed, "Just fucking drive home!!" which pissed everyone off but it got my Dad to go straight for the highway. Once on the highway, the pain in my stomach reached absurd levels and it felt like a fist was trying to punch out of my ass.
I started sweating and began to look around the car. Then right next to me, I saw the plastic bag of clothes we had just purchased from the clothing store. I picked it up and dumped all the clothes out. Then I announced to my family, "I cant hold it anymore!". I pulled my shirt over my knees and pulled my pants down. Then I slipped the plastic bag under my ass and proceeded to unleash the most ungodly shit man has ever seen. It was straight liquid. My sister, who was sitting next to me in the back of the car was mortified. She started yelling, "He's taking a shit!" My parents were looking back like, "No way - - Omigod he is taking a shit." The whole time I'm hovering over a plastic bag, pants around my ankles and pissing out of my ass, saying, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Almost on the verge of tears because I knew this one moment in time would forever live with me and define me as a human being.
Then the smell came and everybody started getting sick. My mom was puking out the passenger window and it was coming back in the back window into my sister's face and hair. My dad was driving over a hundred miles an hour with his face pressed against the steering wheel, screaming for dear life. I just sat back down in my own shit for the rest of the ride. It felt like I was sitting in a warm puddle with tons of pebbles in it. The ride home felt like an eternity. When we got home, I said, "Dont tell anybody." And my mother was like, "Yea right. I'm telling everybody!" and started calling everyone in my family. My Dad was like, "Throw that bag in the woods." So I ran to the edge of the woods, spun the bag around my head and wizzed it into the woods. Unfortunately, it got stuck in a tall tree right above my yard and stayed there all summer.
A couple days later we went back to the same clothing store to continue our school shopping. I had to return a pair of pants we bought because they were too big. The whole ride my family busted my balls about shitting my pants. My mom packed some plastic bags in her pocket book just in case. When we got to the store, I was walking around looking at clothes and my mom was in the return line with the pants. As I'm walking up an aisle, I see my mother walking towards me. She looked pretty pissed and when I got near her she grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and said, "What the fuck is this?!" She held up the pants that she was trying to return and there was a huge line of dried up shit running down the leg. "Now I gotta bitch to the manger because they dont want to take these back!" Needless to say they did take the pants back. Oh and as for the bag of shit that hung over my yard for a summer, it fell to the ground in the fall. When I looked in the bag there was a huge squirrels nest inside it.