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Bodybuilder and Coach Caught Short

Before hitting the gym, Eric and Jim decided to grab a bite to eat. Eric was prepping for an upcoming bodybuilding event. Jim had been his coach for years and with the event only weeks away, it was crunch time. Usually Eric was very strict with his diet but today he was craving some tacos and burritos.

Eric and Jim settled on this little taco shack on the side of the road. Eric got 4 burritos and 6 tacos while Jim settled for 1 burrito and 3 tacos. Both men doused everything in the hot sauce that the stand provided. They ate and then sat for a while discussing different strategies that Eric could use to gain more strength.

After an hour the two guys decided it was time to head over to the gym. Jim had picked Eric up since it made more sense to carpool. The gym was 10 miles away so it made no sense to take separate vehicles. Jim got on the expressway and began the journey.

Around mile 8 the traffic began to slow down. After 20 mins they had only moved a quarter of a mile. Eric’s stomach grumbled loudly. That hot sauce was making its way through his system and fast. Jim was also feeling the effects. He rubbed his stomach in the hopes of soothing it. There was no upcoming exit for miles and the land around them was flat, offering no covering at all.

“Bro I have to shit so bad right now”, Eric admitted to Jim, his face covered in sweat from the stomach pains.

“Me too. That hot sauce absolutely wrecked me. I should’ve known better. Anytime I have anything spicy it immediately turns to shit in my stomach”, Jim replied wincing behind the wheel.

“There isn’t even anywhere for us to pop a squat and go”, Eric mentioned in a disappointed tone.

“There is always so much fucking traffic here. I need a toilet soon. It feels like everything is about to come out”, Jim wailed while fidgeting in the drivers seat.

When they hit mile 10 the traffic began to move freely again. The culprit had been an overturned truck that blocked all but one lane. Jim put his foot to the floor and prayed they would make it with clean pants. He sped into the gym parking lot and parked. The issue at hand now was being able to hold the landslides in all the way to the men’s room.

“I won’t make it bro. It’s pretty secluded here. I’m just gonna go right over there”, Eric said pointing to the grass not 3 feet away.

“Yeah I can barely hold it. I guess it’s either squat or shit myself!”, said Jim.

Both men dove out of the car. Eric barely got his sweats down before an avalanche of diarrhea spilled onto the grass. He moaned in relief as he passed loose shit all over. He looked down to make sure his pants had made it out clean.

Jim dropped his shorts and briefs and got into the squat position. Without even needing to push, shit quickly formed underneath him. It burned as it crackled out of him before quickly turning to chunky liquid. He looked around and made sure no one could see him or Eric.

After a few minutes both guys felt empty enough to clean up. Jim grabbed the spare napkins he kept stashed away and they both wiped up, discarding the paper in a brown takeout bag Jim found on the floor of the backseat. They pulled their pants up and ditched the bag in the trash can near the entrance of the gym.

When both guys walked in, all the other bodybuilders erupted in laughter. With being so desperate, Eric and Jim forgot that although the windows were tinted so you couldn’t see in, anyone inside the gym could clearly see outside. They all had a front row seat to Jim and Eric’s masterful dumps. Both guys laughed it off and after a while the running finally stopped. They got to work on their strength training and made sure to hit the toilets before they left just to be safe.

little-pup-max

Good morning little bro. Come over here and snuggle your big bro. And then you then nuzzle your face in here 👃.

adultbabystories

“I am going to hold it, I am going to hold it. I know I can, I know I will, I know I must”. Daddy got me diapered for a while now. My bladder got a little weak this last few weeks, but I still can manage my poopies. Every time I needed to go number 2, I asked daddy to go to the bathroom. Usually, I had to wait until daddy would come and help me to the toilet. I held it, it was fine, I could wait. This last week when I asked to go poopie, I wet myself just before we’ve made it to the bathroom. I knew wetting was a lost battle, but I took pride in the fact that I still could hold my poopies. Yesterday daddy was busy when I asked to go to the bathroom. I waited and waited, and a little pressure had started to build up inside of me. I asked daddy again and raised my voice a little. “It was the first and last time you’ll raise your voice at me, and the last time you’ll ask to go to the bathroom for the second time. You are warned”. Daddy was as serious as hell. There is no way I’ll raise my voice again nor ask him twice for poopies. But this morning I was in a major problem. I needed to go make poopies so bad. I asked daddy to take me to the bathroom. He said he was busy working on the computer, and he’ll take me in a few minutes. I squirmed and twisted in my place, doing my best to hold it. I even run to the bathroom door, just standing there. As I bounced from side to side, I lost control over my bladder and wet myself. It was a heavy wetting because gradually the whole diaper felt wet and heavy. I wanted to call for daddy, I wanted to scream for him. I couldn’t, I was warned not to. As tears started to build up in my eyes, I thought it was a good idea to save time and take my pants down. I’m not going to hold it, I’m going to mess my diaper, just outside an unlocked bathroom door. I’m a grown man, messing his diaper because his daddy trained him to do just that. —————————— Many thanks to the cute and adorable @junior-snuggle for the picture.