Man I feel kind of weird, I have more than a few weird pooping experiences. One time I was spending the summer between my sophomore and junior year in HS lifting and running for wrestling conditioning. I had on two pairs of sweatpants, two sweatshirts, a wide waistbelt, and a track suit on top. I ran out at about 7 am and went down the road about a mile when I felt a bad shit coming on. I could barely walk and I was a mile from my house with three pairs of long pants on and no other place to go anywhere around. The faster Id try to walk, the worse it got so I basically had to tiptoe back not to shit myself. About a third of the way back I finally gave up, and just shit my pants. I walked home with it lumping up in my tucked pants, it was just gross. I came home, got in the tub, took everything off put it in a garbage bag, then washed myself and the tub.
The other time was before a football game, right before we walked on the field. Our visitors dressing room was less than adequate, and the shitter was filthy and walled off so that there was barely any room between the walls and the bowl. I could barely squeeze in there without pads, but it was so tight and cramped, I couldnt go there. So I broke off from my team and ran around in the back into the woods, pulled down my pants, squatted down and took a dump. People drove by but the could only see my head fortunately.