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My name is Dan, and this is the story of Gigantoshitecus. I took a HUGE stinking shit at the summer camp I had just started attending, and I was like 13 so I thought that I’d brag to all the guys about it. I named it Gigantoshitecus, and that name didn’t even do justice to my fecal child. It was easily 13 inches long and was a little less thick than an Arizona Iced Tea can. To somebody who was 13, this was like a blessing from god. Imagine how cool my bunk mates would think I was when I showed them the shit to end all shits.
I was ecstatic. I rolled on the ground to the stall next to me, while my pants weren’t on and I had a dirty ass, I didn’t want the TP to cover up my magnificent baby after all. So I shimmy into the other stall and start wiping. I wasn’t really focused on anything but wiping and then gathering my friends for a show and tell, so the thought of locking the stall I was currently in slipped my mind.
So i had no pants on, I was giggling because I was so excited, and I was wiping my ass in an unlocked stall. Not the best situation to be in. Luckily I finished my wipe and decided to slide back under stall walls to the original holy land.
I bear crawled about half way into the other stall when I heard the door that takes you into the bathroom open. I was dead still because I didn’t want anyone to get suspicious and start snooping around. I watched with bated breath as the pair of size 11 boots made their way across the floor towards the stalls. I recognized those work boots, they belonged to a big dumb farm boy named Nash. Nash was really big, really dumb, and really didn’t like me.
It felt like an eternity as he did his big dumb shuffle across the line of stalls. He finally was out of my vision and all I could do was pray. His footsteps stopped somewhere near the stall I was half out of, and I hear the creaking of a stall door. Nash had gone into the stall next to the one I was climbing out of. Nash took a shit that I’m sure rivaled mine, seeing as half the food budget at camp was labeled “for Nash”. I was starting to get really uncomfortable laying on the ground so I decided I could risk slowly crawling back into Gigantoshitecus’ holding pen.
I started my methodical slither when the bathroom door opened again. “Hey Nash, you in here” asked a camper named Tim. Tim was Nash’s friend and him and I met before.
“Yeah” Nash replied “I’m in the handicap stall at the end” I was praying Tim wasn’t going to take up the stall closest to Nash, because that was the one with my white ass sticking up in it.
Then Nash said something that made my heart drop like the shit I had just pinched out.
“I wouldn’t take the stall next to me though, Dan is bare ass naked and on the floor in there.”
Nash knew, he must have either opened my door and saw my booty, or looked underneath his stall and saw my gooch. I was dumbfounded and felt like a total idiot. I started wiggling my way back when Tim came over and opened the stall door.
I got most of my ass on the other side of the stall wall, but Tim saw enough. Tim immediately went out to tell everybody about how I was dragging my dick on the tiles with no pants on, and by the time I got dressed, a dozen older campers were trying to come in and see what was up.
The head councilor Bryan also came in to investigate, and he was waiting outside my stall as I opened it. I didn’t bother to flush down my loaf, because I still wanted to salvage as much of this as I could. That backfired almost immediately, because as soon as Bryan was finished looking at me, his eyes wandered to my tennis ball tube shit. The only word that gives his reaction any justice is flabbergasted. After getting his bearing, he told me to flush my shit, wash up, and meet him at the camp main office. That sounds doable, right?
Wrong.
Gigantoshitecus lived up to his name, and as the father of all other shits, a mere camp toilet bowl wouldn’t bring him down. I flushed and flushed and flushed but all the turd did was spin around like it was an Olympic ice skater. While this was happening Bryan was shooting dagger with his eyes, and the rest of the campers who could see were either laughing at me or in awe of my shit.
Eventually Bryan handed me a pair of medical gloves from the supply cabinet and simply said “Pick it up” I was hesitant, but I really didn’t see any other option. The shit was pretty solid, and I cradled it like a child as Bryan led me to the supply shed. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. Some of the guys thought it was hysterical, but almost everybody else, including the girl campers, were absolutely disgusted. Bryan got a shovel and dug a little hole about 10 yards deep into the woods next to the supply shed. He told be to bury it, and with motherly care, I placed Gigantoshitecus in his shallow grave.
“Wash up, I expect you to be at the office ASAP” Bryan told me. All activity at the camp has stopped at the point, and a solid 150 campers/councilors were just staring at me. I was ashamed, and made my way back to the bathroom with my shit covered gloves and the reddest face imaginable. I threw out the gloves, washed my hands, and choked back tears. I felt like an idiot. I walked with my head down to the main office, where Bryan chewed me out for a solid 15 minutes and told me how stupid I was for thinking it was a good idea to slug my way between stalls with no clothes on. Apparently Tim had told EVERYBODY he could find about my pantsless adventure, and all I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and die. My bunk mates thought that was the highlight of the camp year, but all the girls and older campers thought I was a huge moron.
I went through the rest of that year having to deal with ridicule and disgusted looks at every turn. I’ll never forget my asshole’s pain, but i’ll never forget the monster that blessed my life either. This was the highlight of my life so far, and I will always remember Gigantoshitecus fondly.