> Be me
> On holiday in Tenerife
> with friends
> returning from a day of shopping and just relaxing at the beach
> visiting supermarket
> not been to toilet all day
> don't feel like I need it
> spend about 30 minutes deciding what I want
> go to check out
> cute island lass
> pay
> walk outside
> friends not finished in supermarket yet
> taking forever
> suddenly feel huge pain in bowels
> not now no please not now
> no public toilets anywhere and no bars or cafes near by(it was quite an out of the way hotel we picked because it was cheap)
> don't think people in super market speak english so I don't want to ask if they have a loo
> panicking
> one friend comes out. says the rest of my buddies are at the back of the queue
> can't hold it
> tell friend I really need to go
> he laughs
> thanks for the support
> decide that I will run to the hotel
> hotel is up a steep curvy road
> why did we pick this fucking hotel?
> go pretty fast, but half way up the turtle begins to vacate my anal sanctum

> try to suck it back in as best I can
> Mr. Turtle does not want to go back home
> gets stuck
> If I let go now it will all rush out
> have to keep clenching my butthole with enough force to crush my turdle into a shit diamond
> cannot run, too risky
> have to keep body as stiff as possible
> awkwardly walk up hill
> people start noticing
> sweat literally spurting from my forehead
> pretty much have to crab walk into the hotel
> "can I have the key to my room please?"
> "no"

> Literally cannot understand why the receptionist won't give me my key
> She's probably suspicious about a guy that crab walks into the hotel and looks like he's on something
> the turdle moves about a mm further
> ask where the toilets are
> she says they are just outside near the bar
> go outside into the pool area
> cannot see any toilets at all
> literally cannot move any more. If i move I will definitely shit right here
> pretend I'm looking for someone for a couple minutes
> go back to reception
> different woman
> she gives me my key
> "yeah I've been to the loo. Thanks."(they knew I was lying)
> I'm pretty sure by this point that the shit alien inside me is going to burst out
> I'm going to die
> Is this where it ends?
> of course our room is on the very top floor of this five story building
> why the fuck not
> press button for lift
> lift is at the op fucking floor
> slow as hell
> it's coming
> start feeling light headed
> Turdle is now touching the back of my shorts
> It's like a solid rod of brown
> lift gets to third floor
> back up to fourth floor
> the fuck
> after an eternity the lift finally gets to the bottom
> NO FUCKER IN IT!
> get in lift
> door is about to close and some old man and his granddaughter stop the door and get in
> I'm dripping with sweat
> having trouble breathing
> they both keep looking at me like there's something wrong with me
> they probably didn't know they were right
> most awkward lift ride ever
> they get out on the fourth floor
> finally at fifth floor
> room is also the furthest from the lift because why the fuck not
> fumble around with the keys trying to get in
> bingo
> move at light speed to the toilet
> open the gates of hell
> Mr. Turdle is going to ride the current of excrement
> Release the bitter stick demon that has tormented me for about an hour now
> sit on toilet for 40 minutes completely exhausted
it wasn't even that big.