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CandymanOfProvidence

I am the writing on the wall, the whisper in the bathroom! Without these things, I am nothing. So now, I must shed indulgent poop. COME WITH ME!

This started a couple or so years ago. A few here may be familiar with it.
Some things just need repeating.

I stopped in this club after church. I got a beer and sat down. There were some girls approaching me and asking for blessings etc but I had my eyes on one in particular. She finally made her way over to me and we talked and I decided to take her for a prayer. We were into our second prayer and her big bible was in my mouth when I felt a rumble in my stomach. I tried to ignore it but it rebubbled. She noticed the sweat on my forehead and my muscles twitching. I excused myself and left mid prayer and was borderline running towards the bathroom. Once I entered I was frightened when I saw the stall was in use. At this point I was holding my asshole shut with my hands. There were others coming in and out as I paced the bathroom waiting for the man in the stall to finish. I tried my best to hold it but when it would bubble it was very difficult. I was moaning and almost weeping. A little slipped out and down my leg. When the stall finally become available I rushed in and tried to remove my belt and pants. However when doing so I was no longer able to hold my asshole and I exploded all over the seat, floor and toilet. What had started as a group prayer ended with a mound of caca all over the toilet. Hallelujah!