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The Prodigious Son

Posted 07.22.2004 by M. ASSive Log (10)
Foreword
Ever since I was a little boy, I've produced massive logs ("brown thangs") guaranteed to clog the plumbing of any toilet. Even in my earliest memories, my mom would use my tinker toys (the long purple ones) to break up my turds that clogged the household's plumbing.


Input
The problem only compounded from my pre-teens through my teenage years -- my logs increased in size as I developed my now-legendary appetite. At an elementary school picnic in fifth grade, I consumed 14 hot dogs in a single setting. At church, I ate 11 chocolate chip cookies. At my sister's wedding, I consumed 7 dinner entrees. Later on, in my teenage years and into my twenties, I would pig out at times -- in 1991, I consumed three massive beef burritos (each burrito took up a separate, full-size platter) while setting a food consumption record at Whiskey Creek in Frisco, Colorado. On day one of 1992's Fourth of July weekend, I consumed three massive T-bone steaks. The following day, I grilled up five one-pound hamburgers, consuming all five pounds of ground beef by myself (including buns, and loaded with toppings). In 1993, I consumed in one sitting two (2) fifty-ounce steak dinners with all the trimmings (salad, potato, and beans) at Denver's Trail Dust Steakhouse. In 1994, I consumed 9 prime rib steaks (including a salad that was over 8 inches tall) in a single sitting at The Denver Mint in Silverthorne, Colorado.

All this input is bound to produce massive output.


Ski Trip
Every year since the late 1970s, my parents and I ventured from our Missouri home for a skiing vacation in Colorado. We would always stay in Frisco, Colorado, just off I-70, to ski the slopes of Summit County. The eighteen-hour drive from Missouri (remember, this was back in the 80s, with the notorious fifty-five m.p.h. speed limits) would start with my Mom and Dad and me and our luggage packed in our small Datsun 280Z 2+2 hatchback. I would opt to get packed in lying down like the luggage itself -- although I could barely move, I could sleep most of trip. Mom would keep sandwiches (heavy on the bread and cheese) handy to allow us to keep driving straight through without lengthy food stops.

During the eighteen-hour interstate trek, I would invariably need to take a shit. But I would refuse to use the roadside bathrooms except to piss. I was always a Shameful Shitter, having gone K through 12 without ever shitting in public school restrooms (except once in eighth grade when the pain was too unbearable). I was always fearful of ass disease, so I never shat in public restrooms, always holding it in to opt for my parents' germ-free bathrooms.

Arriving at the hotel, I would be all bound up, ready to drop in Colorado a massive log that had been brewing since Missouri. After checking in, I would usually zip immediately into the crapper, much to the dismay and pleadings of my poor parents, who would beg me to use the one in the hotel lobby. Of course, this defeats the purpose of having a sterile, germ-free environment to crap in, and I would protest and manage to get their reluctant blessings to drop my log in the hotel room bathroom.

It was the early 80s, and I was 14 or 15. I was eating even more, and had consumed more sandwiches on our road trip than usual. Having just arrived at the hotel, I made the usual beeline to our room's bathroom once we checked in; the usual bickering took place, and I got my way to drop a massive log in the hotel room bathroom, as usual.


Dropping a Log
The dumping process was enormously painful. It felt like I was shitting a huge, dry, elongated tennis ball out of my ass -- my still deeply-lodged turd did not have a streamlined exit-point, but was instead blunt-ended and dense as lead. I had to hold my breath with all my energy to keep my spastic sphincter open to long enough pass this monster turd without my quivering ass slamming shut. Many times throughout the brown birthing process I nearly lost my concentration and my lung capacity, as crapping the monster out took my breath away from shit-hyperventilating. Finally, after thirty minutes and many snap-crackle-crackle-pops, I was able to extricate this brown beast that had kept me in intense pain for several hours. Standing up to inspect my new creation, I jumped back in horror as I was struck by the sheer size -- both length and girth -- of the ungodly monster that had been previously lodged up my ass. It was wide as a Campbell's Soup can and about one-and-a-half to two feet long.

I flushed and the black monster plugged up the hotel toilet. So I tried to play it off, finishing with the wiping, showering to remove the remaining shit residue from my ass, and calmly retiring to the safety of my bed in the hotel room. Resting from the ordeal, my tortured anus instantly returned to its normal shape. There was post-shit euphoria after having dropped a huge, massive, ungodly, 98.6-degree log of shit.

A short while later Mom went to use the bathroom, flushed, and, to her dismay, discovered the toilet plugged.

Furious, she sent me to the front desk to get assistance. I came back with the front desk clerk, a man wearing a very long necktie and carrying a plunger.


The Battle of the Log
For forty-five minutes, my Dad and the front desk clerk went to battle with my shit serpent; the toilet overflowed and water splashed all over the bathroom from their intense plunging as they took turns combating the toilet monster. Finally they unleashed the serpentine from its porcelain cave -- this only after the poor ol' bastard from the front desk had gotten his necktie in the brown water in the process of bending over and plunging. (He promptly took it off; presumably, it was ruined.) With groans of agony echoing in the bathroom, the three-headed Hydra finally reared its ugly head, and my Dad and the clerk wrestled and beheaded it into smaller monsters with the proverbial Excalibur plunger.

They re-entered the room, exhausted but triumphant, the only major casualty being the front desk clerk's tie. I was hiding during the time, mortified, completely embarrassed beyond belief. My dad approach me and told me that I really needed to give the front desk clerk a tip; however, I was too embarrassed to even consider coming out and showing my face.


Déjà Vu
The following year. The same situation. The same car. The same hotel. As luck would have it, the exact same scenario. After dropping another massive log, I went downstairs to get the assistance from the front desk and discovered -- I swear -- the same desk clerk.

He looked at me, and before I could speak a word, he groaned, "Oh No! Not YOU again!!"

The same battle ensued.


EpiLog
Fast forward from the 80s to 2003. I am now thirty-five years old, and living in Denver. My parents came to visit from Missouri to ski; they invited me up the mountains -- at the same hotel. Although it was not the same front desk clerk as had been there twenty years before, I did nonetheless drop a massive turd that again clogged the toilet, thus requiring yet another trip to the front desk to request a plunger.

Fortunately, this time my parents' anger was replaced by laughter as we all remembered many times like this before, in Colorado, on a ski trip, at the same hotel. Of course my Mom and Dad scolded me, as much as parents can get away with scolding their adult son; but they couldn't keep a straight face, and soon we were all bent over in laughter.

-- M. ASSive Log

Harry Hole (not verified) -- 07.22.2004

Why do people insist on physically breaking apart enormous turds? Tinker toys? Plungers? We have chemicals that kill insects and other pests, and we now have chemicals that dissolve our poop.

Oxy-Clean isn't just for diapers. Pour a scoop of it on a giant log, and within an hour, you'll have poop soup in your toilet.

In our fast-paced world, we can't afford to admire our poop forever. We'll always have cherished memories of our turds, and maybe a photograph if we're lucky; but for practical reasons, poop needs to be flushed away at some point.

I've used Oxi-Clean on several occasions to dissolve my massive bowel movements, easing my poop's transition from the toilet bowl to the septic tank.

Join me in the 21st century, people!

The Holy Shitter (156) -- 07.22.2004

I love these time posted type stories, I'm a big fan of them.

Good story.

FIRST POST RULES!

The Holy Shitter (156) -- 07.22.2004

And dude... get free of your shame.

Chuck (not verified) -- 07.22.2004

Great story, it read like "Moby Dick" with the sea struggle.

Deuce Fan (not verified) -- 07.22.2004

Sink that Bismarck!!

LOL.... I love Daphne
2nd post sucks as bad as a Dookie dog post!

Decue Fan (not verified) -- 07.22.2004

GEEEE WHIZ... thats the second time that has happenned.. LOL

ThreePly (not verified) -- 07.22.2004

Rock on Log! And that clerk has no one to blame but himself for soiling his tie. What the hell was he doing getting that close to your turd?

Ever consider joining the International Federation for Competitive Eating? I always wonder what kind of shit Takero Kobayashi takes after eating 53 hotdogs in 12 minutes.

Harry Plopper (21) -- 07.22.2004

Byoooootiful tale! 10/10

Tydirium (516) -- 07.22.2004

I would like to see some proof of this claim for Oxy-Clean.

Does it work for logs covered with water? Or only logs exposed to the air? What about the smell while your poop festers and bubbles for an hour?

dookie dog (not verified) -- 07.22.2004

Yea what about an Oxy-Clean test? It doen't work on stains the way they advertise. I loved that story I could picture myself there I haven't taken a dump like that for many years, oh I can still clog the can now and then but no more massive logs. Why would someone want to destroy something so beautiful as a 2 foot logger? There ought to be a law! Very good story.

dookie dog (not verified) -- 07.22.2004

Oh and Deuce, tell Kenny hello for me I know you two didn't hit it off at first, but he told me about the other nite I hope you two are happy together.....and I do mean together.

Harry Hole (not verified) -- 07.22.2004

Tydirium:

It works for logs covered with water. I haven't tried it on logs exposed to the air. For some reason, my giant turds are always sinkers (except for any portions that simply don't fit below the water line).

Since floaters are filled with more gas, maybe the odor would be significantly worse during their chemical break-down. I dunno. My nose didn't notice much of a difference with the sinkers, however.

It's used to help clean dirty diapers (and other organic messes). It works on adult poop just as well.

I probably woouldn't use it if I was concerned about TP overload, however. If the toilet backs up because of TP, you'll have an even worse mess to clean up -- liquified feces.

AssBlaster2000 (1116) -- 07.22.2004

Mr. Log, if you ever find yourself in Pennsylvania, you should eat at Pickles Steakhouse in Emmaus. They sell a 120 oz. steak for about $70. Very big steak. It's designed for a group, but if one person can eat the whole thing by himself in one sitting, he gets the steak free. It sounds like you could do that. And then you have to report on the poop that ensues after that gigantic chunk of meat.

Tydirium (516) -- 07.22.2004

Homer: Wait a minute. Is this the biggest steak you've got? Seventy-two ounces? I thought this was supposed to be a steakhouse, not a little girly, underpantsy, pink doily, tea-party place.

Waiter: Well, there is one steak that's available only by special request. We call it, uh, Sir Loin-A-Lot. It's, uh, the size of a boogie board.

Homer: Ooh, I'll have that one. And to drink ... meatballs.

Tydirium (516) -- 07.22.2004

Hibbert: [checks for a pulse] This man is dead. Looks to me like beef poisoning. [crowd gasps] Probably from some other restaurant. [crowd seems relieved]

Straight-Pipe (31) -- 07.22.2004

Nice Simpson's tie in.

The Shit Volcano (3740) -- 07.22.2004

First of all, if I ate that much meat my joints would freeze up from agonizing iron crystals. (Yes, I am a freak who reacts to too much iron.)

Despite the disgusting diet, this giant shitter salutes you. It's a great tool for revenge. Just shit in your enemies' toilets and flush. I do it all the time.

olympiadoo-kakis (not verified) -- 07.23.2004

Well, hell, I can eat 11 chocolate chip cookies. But that's friggin' awesome, the same hotel...the same clerk. The Shit Volcano, please explain to me the iron-crystals-caused-by-too-much-meat thing.

The Shit Volcano (3740) -- 07.24.2004

I have an iron toxicity problem that is triggered by eating too much red meat. When this happens I get very tired and it feels like my joints are full of crystals. Don't ask me what the condition is called because it's something long and hard to remember.

dookie dog (not verified) -- 07.24.2004

Shit Volcano, Are you Catholic?

Dung Beetle (not verified) -- 07.24.2004

Hi Shit Volcano, I think it's called hemochromatosis. Does that sound familiar?

The Shit Volcano (3740) -- 07.24.2004

No, dookie dog. I'm not Catholic.

Yeah, Dung Beetle. I think that's it.

new to the game (not verified) -- 07.25.2004

I havent visited in a while - Daphne still here??

Slim Jim Junkie (not verified) -- 07.25.2004

That isn't Doniker. Doniker would never talk about sticking anything in his asscrack.

And New, Daphne is still here. She prefers the forums.

dookie dog (not verified) -- 07.25.2004

Shit Volcano, are you irrated that I asked you if you were Catholic?

daphne (3613) -- 07.25.2004

Yes, I'm still here.

And, I'm not sure if I'm going to post on the front page anymore, like Doniker, either. Getting flamed sucks.

Oh, but I must comment on the story. I must be going thru some type of mid life thing, but lately I'm just sick when I hear of anyone having to put up with their parent's baggage. This poor guy is feed constipating food so his parents don't have to stop, then he drops the whole load at once because of it. Then, his parents are mad at him and tell him to tip the clerk?
MASSive Log, that you can laugh at this now is a testament to the fact that you must be a pretty cool person. I enjoyed your story too. It was easy to read.

dookie dog (not verified) -- 07.25.2004

Daphne I thought you were only 35? mid life crisis? Are you catholic?

daphne (3613) -- 07.25.2004

dookie, I swear I'm going thru something. I wasn't joking last month when someone called menopausal and I mentioned that my family went through it early. We all have kids early and well, stop early.

My mom started symptoms at 37, and I'm only 2 years away. I was Catholic, but then I became dissolutioned with the onset of the molestation "hide the priest under another coconut shell" church switching game.

Oh shit, no one wants to know this.

Dookie, you need to join the forums.

Dumping Jack Splash (not verified) -- 07.25.2004

Excellent story! I think coincedences like that are fantastic!

However, having read the postings on this site for a while I think you Americans should at least experiment with Harry Hole's Oxy-Clean solution to blocking the toilet.

If it works all your problems are solved....... but on second thoughts we'd have a lot less stories for the "Poop Report"!!!!!

dookie dog (not verified) -- 07.25.2004

Just went into the chat room Daphne and either no one was there I'm stupid or haven't learned how to use the computer yet like I said before I'm new at this poo,poo. I will try again later gotta do a little work...

The Shit Volcano (3740) -- 07.25.2004

Dookie dog, I haven't been able to get anyone in the chat rooms either. I've heard that the best time to go on is about 6PM eastern time, but I'm never there in time.

daphne (3613) -- 07.26.2004

dookie, I usually plug in to the chat at 5 pm pacific time to see if anyone's around. I've been lucky to get a few people.

But, I said forums! You should really join the forums. Shit Volcano, I hope I see you around. I guess it would be 8 pm your time.

The Shit Volcano (3740) -- 07.26.2004

Just did, and as usual I flooded the suckers! There's just so much to say!

daphne (3613) -- 07.26.2004

I, for one, am glad you joined, Shit Volcano. Slim Jim and I missed you when you were gone.

dookie dog (not verified) -- 07.26.2004

What time is it my time? I found one of those free singles sites met this hot mamma from the midwest she sent me some nudie shots got all confused and turned on, realized if she was sending the pictures to me after meeting me on e-mail and knowing me for only two days she was sending them to others too.....oh well, I am going to E-mail her poopreport.com maybe one of you guys can move to the midwest and let me know what time it is?

The Shit Volcano (3740) -- 07.26.2004

Time to figure out your time, time and time again, in a timely manner before you run out of time this time.

dookie dog (not verified) -- 07.26.2004

ha,ha,ha,ha,ha.

Poopstain McLain (30) -- 07.29.2004

I thought you were going to say that you came back to Colorado 20 years later to hear somebody say "this is the 20th anniversery the night that the Missouri boy produced the mother of all turds".

jessicaaa (not verified) -- 08.01.2004

do u ever wonder if youll stretch out ur asshole n it wont go back to normal size?

freakazoid (not verified) -- 08.07.2004

That would only happen if your head got stuck up there.

Nick (not verified) -- 08.26.2004

Have you ever thought about having one mounted like a fish? Sounds like you could fill a breadbag.

Nick

Jim (not verified) -- 12.30.2004

Dude, I did the exact same thing. But mine was the size of my fist and two and a half feet long.
the toilet was pluged for 2 days. It took 2 bottles of liquid plumer and 20 minutes of high intensity cardiovascular conditioning plungering.

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