Not to brag, but I can make an 18 incher (or damn close to it) quite frequently.

It's simple. Morningstar Farms meatless chicken nuggets combined with Arizona summer dehydration.

It's a soy based meat replacement. Eat a box of those, and your shit will be solid and gargantuan. Miss a few of the recommended 10 pints of water daily and you will produce a grogan large enough to reach out of the bowl and hand you the toilet paper itself.

I have a tendancy to have to poop as soon as I arrive at work. I work odd shifts, so it's not a normal schedule. If I arrive at 8am or 1pm, I still have to go as soon as I get there. And when I was in school it was the same thing. I had to go as soon as I got to the place where I was going to spend the day.

I have a mild fear of having to shit in a place where it would be inconveinent, say on a bumpy flight where you are not allowed to leave your seat or during a dental procedure. I usually pop an unecessary Imodium as insurance. The problem isn't crippling for me though, most of the time I am fine.

The bowels are directly connected to the brain. In essence, your state of mind is what activates and perceives the urge to shit. The best way to address the problem is to address the state of mind. Perhaps it's not having to shit in a place without a toilet that's the problem, perhaps that's just a metaphor in your mind for not having an exit or an option.

As strange as it sounds, phobia therapy usually works. I used to be an emitophobe..someone with a phobia of having to vomit or of someone else vomitting in my vicinity. It became bad enough that I was altering my life to cope and obessing all the time. I would get terrified if I heard someone cough on a bus. I went to therapy for it and it was effective after merely 3 sessions. And now, 20 years later, the problem has never come back.

We all have psychological quirks, but they are usually coped with..when it starts to effect your life because you wont go out or go to obessive lengths to cope, it's time to get the problem fixed.

Oh man! I have a similar story...never posted here because it involved PISS instead of poop, but I just have to tell it now!

In college my girlfriend lived with a roomate who had a real idiot of a boyfriend, Keith. This guy liked to drink also..he wouldn't drink shots, he would drink the whole bottle, and would get messed up so badly that there were times when we considered taking him to the hospital. We never did take him though.

Anyhow, one night after we had all gone to bed, old Keith decided to stay up and finish the bottle of Jack Daniels he was hoarding all evening. I was blissfully asleep by my girlfriend when we were both awoken by her roomate sitting on the edge of our bed, weeping.

My girlfriend immediately asked what was wrong, and through the tears she blurted out "Keith pissed in my filing cabinet!". Keith wandered into her room, so drunk he thought he was in the bathroom. He walked over to her filing cabinet, opened it, and pissed in the third drawer down. The one containing her portable cd player and Art History class notes for the entire semester. He then zipped up, and laid down in the bed. The funny part was that she had watched him do this and could have stopped him before he let go with the flow but was in such shock that she simply stared at him while he pissed on her stuff.

Your story reminded me of that incident.