katannauk: This was a particularly risky Autumn walk. I’d always loved this spot but I’d never actua
katannauk: This was a particularly risky Autumn walk. I’d always loved this spot but I’d never actually had a messing there. For good reason; it gets very busy. Nearly impossibly so. For stealth photography anyway. I’d worn white briefs under pull-ups under tights under more white briefs! I hadn’t been to the toilet for three days and I’d taken a lot of psyllium husk capsules on the final day along with a LOT of fibre in my diet. Yellow leggings felt suitably dangerous and they showed the poofyness of all the layers even before I’d exploded. After parking and walking close to the scenes pictured first, I became very desperate and it probably showed in the way I was walking with my legs forced closer together. Which was awkward as there were a lot of people around. I took or pretended to take normal pictures when I had to stop and fight it. But eventually the surges became too powerful and I had to just uncross my legs and go. It was an incredibly relieving movement. Very large so it lasted a good twenty seconds of continuous messing with a few pauses to breathe. And I could really feel it accumulating as the warmth spread both higher and lower simultaneously. There were a few crackly blurpy sounds towards the end as a final surge of mushier poop left me feeling slightly dazed but incredibly relieved. Even outside the smell was a total giveaway. And then I realised I was weeing. Rather a lot. I tried to put the brakes on but it was very hard to stop mid-flow and I just kept releasing surge after surge. So the pull-up came in very useful but it still soaked through. I was a total mess and had to tie my cardigan around my waist. I could feel wetness all around my bottom but luckily most of it had been sponged up by the pull-up and my clothes without trickling down my legs. Immediately afterwards I found a tree to lay against to stop any pooled wee from escaping down my legs and by leaning back I encouraged it to soak into the higher part of my pull-up near my lower back but it mixed with the mess a bit and spilled over into my outer pants. It just about stabalised the situation enough to carry on walking and attempt the impossible photo location. Firstly I had to wait for a school outing to clear away from the stepping stones. It was then that I took the picture on the bridge. Literally just one before people showed up and I had to lower my cardigan. And then I had to wait probably ten minutes for a gap in the constant flow of human traffic crossing the stepping stones. After the school class left I had a window of about one minute and just went for it. I’m amazed I got the focus right first attempt. It was even riskier as I left my cardigan with my bag and the tripod and walked out onto the slippery stones in full view of anyone that could have appeared anytime. There are corners to the trail by the actual river crossing so there’s not much distance to view anyone approaching. Pure risk. But it did make for a nice scene so I’m pleased I did it.Two girls showed up just as I was walking back to the camera and luckily I don’t think they saw my bottom. I hastily tied my cardigan around me and set off. Ridiculously I decided to stop at a shopping centre on the way back. It was still quite early and I was enjoying the mission so I just thought why not. I was a stinking mess and driving had made things much messier. I just browsed briefly and handbag cam caught a few mirror reflections. I couldn’t stay long. It was just too smelly. Stopping in the shopping centre toilets quickly afterwards, I was witnessed quite blatantly by a few women but it didn’t really bother me. The mess was starting to chafe so I made my retreat from the shopping centre and drove home to face an incredibly ooky clean up. But I’m pleased I got a picture on the stepping stones. The woodland there is so lovely, especially in Autumn when the light catches all the golden leaves. It’s just a shame it’s always so crowded :/ Happy new year and happy pooping xx -- source link