It was 2.10pm. Still 20 minutes till the end of this class. Her stomach was hurting by now, and was making noises each and every 2 minutes. She needed to cover this noise with coughing, but she cannot just cough during 20 minutes. Besides, every time she coughed, she needed to hold her anus even tighter in order not to fart a huge one. Others started to notice she was fake-coughing. Her stomach just growled a huge one. The lecturer stopped for a moment, it was so audible. Other girls started to giggle. She excused for this.

Hi, my name is Kathy. I am 31, working as an accountant. I am a thin girl, brunette, with shoulder-length brown hair and brown eyes. This week was crazy in work for me, lots of stuff to do and lots of deadlines. Anyway I managed to keep them, but I could not pay too much attention to what I'm eating during the week. I either ate only a sandwich or some dark chocolate for lunch, and was starving by the evening when I left the workplace. I was really constipated though. Friday was a nightmare. I was bloated, felt full, I also felt really gassy, but could not fart as I was in the office - I wanted to go home as soon as I can, I already had plans to buy some fruits and milk maybe for tonight.

The next morning I went to take a shit in our small toilet. I brought my coffee with me too. I was thinking the whole time - whether I just fucked up with this girl last evening, am I this idiot? I shat a pretty big one. My girlfriend is almost ready for work, she already dressed up, makeup ready, she just looks for some earring of hers. -Was this a good one? - she asks. -What do you mean? - my turn to ask. -Did you poop a good one, Honey, did you poop a nice and big one? - she is asking. -It wasn't nice but it was definitely a big one. - I said. -Good, I am glad you're relieved - she said while she giggled.

Hi, my name is Gina, and I am working in a coffee shop, making coffees all day long. I am 28 years old, I like to party a lot. I live in a cozy downtown appartment in Budapest. It fits my lifestyle perfectly: it is close to the coffeshop where I'm working and party district is also close. I usually drink my first coffee in the morning, that makes me poop sometimes - there is no stress around this, we can go out for a break that is not more than 5 minutes any time. I don't drink coffee in the afternoon - usually, but there are exceptions. Maybe last weekend I was partying too much, and I felt really tired on Monday, it is a good thing I did the morning shift which is 8am - 4pm.

So I took the direction towards my friend's apartment, I bought some water for myself on the way. I took the subway. When I was near the apartment of my friend, my stomach started to make gurgling noises again, and I felt a little bit gassy as well. I finally arrived to my friend around 5.30pm. The 2 other girls who were invited arrived before me. I quickly hanged my coat, thanked my friend for inviting me, and asked where the toilets were. I was desperate for pooping, but I did not tell this to her. She showed me the toilet which was at the other end of the living room where the other girls already started the chitchat and drinking. I was thinking about how much will they hear from my pooping session. The toilet was not so far from them since it was a tiny apartment.