My wife and I had stopped at the bank to do some business. She ended
up doing the business. She was waiting in the car while I was in the
bank at the check writing stand. She entered the bank and had a
concerned look on her face, came up to me and asked where the bathroom
was. I told her I didn't know,I didn't think there was one. She
whispered to me that shit was slowly oozing into her panties and she
could not stop it and that she really had to go, now! She stiffened and
said, God! Next I heard a crackeling sound comming from her nice butt.
She whispered under her breath I'm afraid that's not all. She stood
there about a min, not moving. I was getting turned on by it. She was
starting to smell,lucky the bank was about empty. I said now what? More
is comming and I'm afraid to walk. She opened one leg slightly and I
heard a small fart and more crackeling sound. I said you're starting to
really smell you better go outside. My panties are too full to walk she
whispered.
I said your jeans will hold it. She turned and walked out, but not
normally, slightly open legged. There was a huge semi- flattened buldge
in her tight jeans. I know a teller saw it. I heard her say OOPS to me.
When I got outside my wife was no to be seen. I looked for her for
about 10 min, then saw her walking across the street towards me. The
mess had soaked through her jeans by now, front and back. People were
looking but my wife was oblivious. She said she was looking for a
bathroom that she did not want to ride home sitting in shit. I said
guess what? I went in the bank and got a trash
bag for my wife to sit on, from the teller that said OOPS. She knew
what it was for. After a 30 min ride home some of the shit had gone up
her back some. lucky she did not poop any more, I don't know where it
would have gone. There was no more room in her panties or jeans. I
liked the whole incident. I wish she would do it again.
CKF
Matt
Great story about your accident at work. Well done.
Darius.
I have tried to post some of my stories several times since you
asked me to, but they have not stuck. I will make another attempt later.
Well, I was on my way home from work tonight, knowing I needed to
poo as soon as I got in if not sooner, and hoping I would not embarress
myself in public. I made it, just. As I locked the front door things
started to move pants-wards and when I started to climb the stairs it
moved faster. I stood still for a few seconds, considering what to do
and came to the conclusion that my pants could not escape what was
coming either way, so I just let go. My white Yves Saint Laurent briefs
took the poo with ease - it was very solid - and I was pleased to have
mad eit home before it happened.
Matt (again)
How did your exams go? Hope you did well.
FART LOVER.
To: Bryian, answering your question about did anyone saw the bulg in my
panties? No, I had a flared skirt on, and amazingly enough my poo didn't
stink until I finished pushing out the last turd. It started smelling
like my farts, shitty; so no one couldn't tell the difference. The next
question was about wasn't there a bathroom on the bus? Yes, but it was
too cramped, and dark; the light was broken. Plus, I wasn't too fond of
bouncing around while taking a shit; with an upset stomach. I was
already making silent but deadly farts while everyone covered their
noses yelling and complaining. TO: O'Malley, oh yes women's pubic hairs
glistens; sparkle like diamonds. But only if their hairs are long in
length; or bushy. TO: Matt, enjoyed your story. Congrats on your first
poo in your pants on the job; it's a great feeling isn't it? Hey Wetguy,
gotta question for you. Have you ever had a girl pee on you?, or you
pee on her?. If you'd ever want to try it, do it in the shower. Me and !
my bf done it a while ago, it was great. Until I write again.
JD
Hey. Cool site.
I worked on a low budget horror flick a few years ago, and the cast
and crew were set up in this dingy old warehouse. There were two
bathrooms, desginated for men and women, but the women's room wound up
flooding and we had to share. Most of the men and women on the set were
okay sharing, even at the same time, because the stalls had doors and
the showers had curtains.
Anyway, I was in a stall taking a dump, when a girl poked her head
in and asked if it was okay if she came in. There wer a few other guys
in there, showering, shaving, peeing or geting dressed and we all said
sure. I'd never taken a dump with a girl around, so it was a little
weird. She came in and said, "Just so you guys know, I have to take a
shit, but it doesn't bother me if you stay." The guys all said okay,
and she entered the stall next to me. I heard her pull down her pants
and sit on the toilet. I heard her pee. Then I heard a long sequence
of farts and splashes. If she hadn't announced herself, I'd have
thought it was another guy next to me. She didn't groan or grunt, just
the farting and splashing was all I could hear. It was kind of cool.
I finished before she did, and exited the stall. I went to sink to
wash my hands and heard her tear off some paper and wipe herself. She
flushed, and exited the stall. She was this gorgeous girl, maybe
nineteen or twenty, really cute with gothic make-up and black hair and
these cute pajamas on. I almost fell in love right there! I couldn't
believe that all that noise and all that shit came out of her ass, which
I got a look at later when she was changing--magnificent! I'm not a
voyeur, but that incident sure made me wanna be one!
grant
hey i've noticed something curious-say i have the urge to shit at night
and decide not to go for some reason. when i go to bed, i wake up the
next day with pains in my abdomen and my knees when i move them-although
they go away a while after i shit. i currently have arm and shoulder
pains but they're probably because i went to the gym with my friend and
half killed myself (cos i'm a lazy bugger) :(
Bryian
To Diva: Liked your story, did your parents ever find out what you did? I mean did they see stains on the door etc.?
To Punk Rock Girl: Loved your story. At the party, did you see any on on the toilet? and did any one see you on the toilet?
To John Q Public: Liked your story
To PV: like the WWII story.
To Matt: Loved your story..did any one see a bulge in your underwear?
To John Q Public: I wouldn't dare do that at work...see a net friend
that is crazy told me i should do that. That guy is a weirdo.
I got a question....If a person keeps eating the same kind of food will their shit be different?
See tonight i had a piece of left over chicken and like almost 4
servings of mashed potatoes. I ate a whole pack of instant mashed
potatoes by my self. Im wondering if that will effect my shit? Any one
know?
well need to run, time for bed.
John Q Public
Bryan:
When you eat alot of v?????s, you increas certain chemicals in your
body. I think it's alkiline, but I can't swear to it so don't hold me
to that. Anyway, this chemical is also found in most soaps, so
vegitarians naturaly produce more foam when they pee. My sister allways
kicks up a head of foam.
Diva:
The vegatibles don't make you pee (except for exparagas which is a
natural diaretic) but it does make your pee foam up more, as I explained
to Bryan in the above paragraph. Drinking lots of liquids is what
increases your volume, be it fruit juice, water or other beverage.
Cafinated beverages also tend to increas the amount of pee due to the
cafine which is also a diaretic. By the way, my sister is also into
Balet, and other sports. She was allways very athletic, and by the time
she was 12, she was taller then me, and still is. I stand at about 5
feet, she stands at 6 feet 5 inches, and holds alot of rewards for
dance, cheerleading, cross-country and Judo. She is also a vegitarian,
though she does on very rare occasions eat some chicken or fish.
Thats an interesting story about your accident. I had them all the time, but I have a very small capacity.
Mioke of MD USA
1. Have you ever touched your poop? (a)no,(b)yes
2. Have you ever tasted your piss? (a)no,(b)yes
3. Where do you like to poop or piss when not at home? (a) work,(b)school,
(c)outside
4. For the males do you look between your legs while pooping to see it coming out? (a)no,(b)yes
5. For the females do ever watch yourself poop while pissing?(a)no,(b)yes
6. Do you drink alot of water or soda or beer or wine then have to take a piss? (a)n0,(b)yes
7. Do you eat a lot then have the feeling to poop?(a)no,(b)yes
8. Do you like pissing while pooping if you have to go?(a)no,(b)yes
9. Has a child ever seen you pissing or pooping on the toilet or by it?
(a)no,(b)yes
10. Have you ever took a boy in the womens restroom when the father was a round?(a)no,(b)yes
11. Have you ever took a girl in the mens restroom when the mother was a round?(a)no,(b)yes
Adrian
Diva. I'm in agreement with you when it comes to other people not
bothering to flush. Nine times out of ten I'd rather they did. So far
as the question of your holding capacity for #1 is concerned, I don't
think you necessarily harmed yourself through excessive holding when you
were younger although it isn't really a good thing. It's far better to
do as you do now and go to the loo as soon as possible when your body
starts giving you signals.
Punk Rock Girl. I can understand why some guys are averse to the
idea that ladies need to do #2 as well as #1. However, he needs to
appreciate that doing #2 is simply a normal and natural process and
there's nothing dirty or disgusting about it. I learnt early in life
that women have to poo just as much as men and I think it was a healthy
lesson.
FART LOVER. Interesting post about your accident in the office. I
think it's true to say that most of the time our bodies can
differentiate between when we just have to fart and when we need to do
something more substantial and our brains send out appropriate signals.
However there are occasions when the distinction gets lost or becomes
blurred. No doubt your accident was one of them.
Steve & Louise. Have you seen "I'm a Celebrity - get me out of
here" on ITV1? One of the participants, Darren, whose just been voted
off, was constipated for a long time and he lasted for 11 days in the
Australian jungle without having a poo.
Best wishes to all
Adrian
Hermione
Adrian and bigC – Hello !
I am glad you enjoyed my first post.
The cubicle where the financial director passed her “brick”, smelt very little - likely owing to its dryness when she passed it.
As for my own jobbie see my last post.
I am not caught short with either No 1’s or No 2’s very often.
I have a sphincter of steel and can usually hold out until I can get to a loo – even if I have diarrhoea.
I hate diarrhoea – stomach gripes, terrible smell, sore anal area,
and generally feeling washed-out. This does not turn me on – quite the
opposite. Just like any male friend with stinky nether regions – very
off-putting for a girl !
I can generally hold my pee for a long period, and only once in a
blue-moon have to resort to going in a car-park etc – depending on where
I am. However, in the country (often at weekends) I would not hesitate
to do either bodily functions in a field or hedgerow.
Some of my biggest farts are first thing when I wake up. I just
blow-off in bed. If I have my male friend staying with me, any long loud
dry fart I make can really excite him. Do other men react in this way ?
One past boyfriend said that, when staying with me, there was no need for him to set his alarm clock !
I do hold back my farts in public (loos excepted) wherever possible.
Where not possible, I just let rip, and look disapprovingly at the
person next to me. Never fails to work !
I recall sitting at a desk whilst doing an adult evening class a few
years ago. My rectum was empty except for a large volume of wind that
was building up in it. When it reached uncomfortable proportions I just
rose up slightly on one cheek and let go in the direction of a girl
sitting next to me. The noise caused the whole class to pause. I kept a
straight face and looked at the girl sitting next to me. She went purple
with embarrassment and annoyance, and every one thought it was her !
I used to go to yoga classes for women each week. At least twice
during the hour-long sessions there were loud farts from class members
whilst exerting bodily poses. Some of the women, including myself, found
this amusing, but felt laughing out loud was not the done thing.
Bye for now.
JaLe
Todd & Diana:
1. Do you pee when you take a dump? Almost every time.
2. Do you usually before, during or after you take a dump? Usually before.
3. How much do you pee while taking a dump? It varies a lot.
4. Do you ever fart while peeing? Yes, sometimes.
5. Do you read on the toilet while taking a dump? Rarely
Jeff A.
Steve: Thanks for the greeting and thoughts! I looked and looked for
Louise's story, but could not find it. I went back many pages, then
finally, I came across it. Yes, Denise is very attractive, especially on
the potty. It sounds like you enjoy your peeing experiences with
Louise, can't say that I blame you my friend! How lovely she must be. (I
can only imagine). I'm glad you're both married, it's a beautiful
equation no doubt. I'm also glad you all enjoyed Spain, it sounds
wonderful. Good luck with the Chin Na. I'll bet that you're awesome now!
Louise: Great story now that I finally found it! Very visual, very
descriptive, very lovely! Wonderfully reflective of the Louise that I
have come to know and love. As for me, I'll be a full time student this
term. It's time for a career change into something more stable. My
philosphy for the future is: always do something that people want, or
need. So, does that put me in the position of car salesman, or
firefighter? Wonderful to talk to you again Louise!
Tim and Sarah: I tried to respond but I think my post got lost in
space. My wife dosen't get excited by me watching, and only recently,
within the last couple of years has let me in to do so. We've spent a
lifetime growing and respecting each other. It's an easy habit to get
into. You are on the right path talking about mutual respect. With this,
all will work out for you.
Punk Rock Girl: Tch-tch-tch! First of all, don't get me wrong, I'm
not scolding, just replying. I'm sure you understand that what you spoke
of dosen't apply to all men. Nothing that you wrote even vaguely
resembles me, even though I occupy male skin. Quite the contrary for me
LOL! What hang up do us guys have about girl's shitting? Are we in a
unique group? Was I standing in the wrong line, filling out the wrong
forms? Pooping/peeing is probably one of the only acts that I find
uniquely beautiful and fascinating about women. Menstruation is a fact,
it dosen't turn me off or on. I've seen my wife tending herself before
and to me it's like watching another guy shave. We all have to do what
we have to do. I feel sorry for the guys who get scared off by bathroom
habits, particularly the brown deed because they're missing out on part
of a woman's appeal. I seriously doubt that any real majority of men
are turned off by this. Some are, no doubt, but us guys? I don't think
so.!
...The beautiful trophy girl thing, such as Playboy centerfolds is
something that bores me silly. The most beautiful woman in the world
just might check groceries, model swimsuits or work in the fields with
dirt under her nails.
Hi Ina: Glad you're still around!
Damsel: Of course I wouldn't forget about you! You are far too nice to forget.
Redneck
It has been a while since I last posted. I enjoyed a couple fo stories :)
First, for Euro Hiker, I enjoyed your story with the Swedish Girls.
Sometime, I would like to take a couple of months off of work to do some
traveling. Europe and the Hostels would be one thing to do.
Second, for Punk Rock Girl. Since you are open about bathroom habits, I would enjoy sharing a dump with you anytime. :)
For me, school has started but I haven't had time to enjoy some good
dumps with other people yet. Been already busy with school work.
Well, need to run for now.
Sudden Urge
I remember when I was about nine years old I had this aunt that I was
real close to,(still am). I remember I used to be infatuated with
seeing her on the toilet in full view. She was (still is) a very sexy
down-to-earth brunette with a nice rear and long legs, She always
dressed well too. When I was at her house playing with my cousins I
would make up excuses to hang around her while they went about their
buisness. When I knew She was going for the toilet I would always lie on
my stomach and peek under the door at Her. Really all I could see was
her feet from the ankles down and the base of the toilet, but that was
enough to set me off. I recall that when she was wearing heels I could
see her toes slightly raise and lower as she pooped. You could hear the
soft grunts and hear the crackling and the "floops" and "ploops" as she
dropped her turds. I would always go into the bathroom when she was
finished and out of sight to see if she might have forgotten to flush.
Usually a!
ll I saw was the familiar light brown skid marks and could smell the
strong fresh poop smell in the air. There was one occasion when she did
forget to flush as in perfect timing the phone rang and she wiped and
rushed to get it. To my delight she left a long light-brown snake about 2
inches in diameter x 13" in length surrounded by about five or six
pieces to the side of the long one. She almost caught me observing her
creation because she walked in on me while I was pretending to pee. As
She entered the bathroom she was suprised to see me standing there with
my back to her, and She said "flush that for me dear, I had to go answer
the phone and I was afraid I would'nt get to it in time". I wanted to
comment on the turds but I just could'nt bring myself to do it
so I flushed and as I walked past her to leave the room she said
"Shewww, I did quite a log did'nt I". All I could do was laugh and go on
like it didn't excite me. I was bound and determined that I would see
her do the next one in full view. About two weeks later I was at her
house when nature called. She left the kitchen and went straight to the
bathroom. I was in the den and noticed she took a new package of toilet
paper with her because she had just been shopping. I did'nt want to
waste any time because I wanted to be there for the whole scene. I gave
her about a minute and I courageously barged in on her, I know this was
rude but I couldn't help it. To my suprise She looked up and said
"better hold your nose if You come in here". Of course I acted like I
did'nt know she was in there and I acted all suprised too. I said "oh
I'm sorry, I did'nt know You were on the toilet". My plan was to start a
conversation if I knew she wasn't vulnerable to the situation and she
rea!
lly wasn't. She looked gorgeous sitting there leaned forward with her
hands clasped together. She was wearing black knit slacks with her
pantyhose and black heels on. Her pants and hose were pulled down just
above her thighs and her long brunette hair dangled over her shoulders
as she was leaned forward. I could'nt believe it She looked up at me and
said "shut the door if you don't mind sweety I need to poo-poo". I
think I blushed when she said that and I asked her If I could keep her
company while she used the toilet. She had already begun pooping as she
answered because I could hear the strain in her voice. It went like
this; "mmmmmmmNo I don't mind, mmmmwere the only ooones here
mmmmmanyway..........FLOOOOOOP. I could tell it was a long one. I was
sitting on the side of the tub and I know we were in there together for
45 minutes at least. she seemed to enjoy my company and the whole time
we sat and talked I could hear the gentle "ploops" and the smell had
taken over the w!
hole bathroom, it wasn't really a bad stink but a stong poop smell mixed
with her perfume. She wiped several times and when she got up and
pulled her slacks up she turned around and before she flushed she said
"woooooo what a snake". I got up from the edge of the tub and looked in
the toilet at a long light brown log with the smaller ones surrounding
the big one. When she flushed, the long turd came up out of the hole,
turned sideways and lodged in place. The only thing that went down was
the smaller turds and the toilet paper. She flushed it again and the big
log broke in half from the suction of the toilet leaving the light
brown skids all over the bottom of the toilet bowl. After that we became
like best friends until she remarried and as always everything changes.
Does anyone else have any stories like this one? If so please post them
I would love to read them.
Friday, January 25, 2013
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Shanice W.
it looks like there is another Shanice here.So I'll add a W after my name just in case you all get confused.The last few posts were'nt by me.
ok.Now,I don't have any recent encounters to talk about,but I do have an experience.It was summer.I was about to go to the 4th grade.I was 9 or 8.Well I was at a camp form my school(-_-)it was ok.We usually just walked around and talked.Well anyway we had 2 little wooden shacks for bathrooms when we were outside.Where we were noone felt like walking all the way to the gym to use the bathroom so us girls used the bathroom with caution.One day a huge urge hit me.Maybe it was the lasagna I ate or something.So me and my friends walked to the bathroom together.We all had to go.A few boys at the camp happened to like us too.Me and my friends turned out to be pretty girls from then and still now.So we turned a few heads as we walked by in our short shorts.
The toilets in there are so wierd.There are NO stalls.Just two toilets with very small bowl size.It was so small.My butt covered it easily.I took the toilet close to the wall.I turned to the side to talk to my friends.So my butt was facing the wall.One of my other friends Chekeya sat on the toilet.She peed and let out a loud fart while doing so.I guess she had to poop just like I did.She barely sat on the toilet.She was scooted up to the very edge.I secretly looked in the toilet and there was nothing until she grunted a bit a a snaky thing turd slid out into the bowl with a strong poopy smell followed by a nice medium turd that fell with a plop.Her butthole opened again and about 5 more nice sized turds fell in the bowl with nice sized turds.The other girls just leaned on the sinks talking.
My friend was still going.I let out alot of nice farts(brr brrr brrrrrr brrrr)which added some stink to the place and then I felt my butthole spread very wide and I pushed and pushed "UNNNN UNNNNNNNNNNNN"the other girls were like"shanice are you constipated"I said"no just a big turd" I pushed hard"UNNNNNNNNNN"and got a reaction finally.first there was alot of hissing(sssssssss)then crackling as the fat turd moved out and fell with a HUGE splash.Immediately farts started very loudly(BRRRRRR BRRRRRR BRRRRRRRRR BRRRRR)After alot of farting my turds started coming.One long fart sounded(brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)My hole opened quickly as a short fat turd slid out with a splash,and immediately a few poop pellets shot out one BIG turd started coming!I leaned forward like Chekeya to get this out safely.I grunted and the hissing started that snap crackle and pop started as the turd started slowly moving out.I urged it forward wanting to get it over with with alot of"UNNNNNNNNN! NNNN" noises.While all this is happening I still manage to keep up a conversation talking about the boys there and etc.
As the turd moved out with sound effects I felt somehow we were being watched.I would find out later.The turd was STILL moving out.It had to be 15 inches long and still going.The girls could see now and had to comment."dang shanice what have you been eating.That's one big turd"Chekeya peered over from her toilet and looked in mine with my butthole spread to its limits with a huge turd coming out.It kept going and going getting fatter and moving slower till unexpectedly it sped up quickly and shot out my ass with a HUGE splash.
Immediately I let out millions of differant farts(brrr hssss brrrrrr hssssssssss ssssssssssss)and some medium sized poops shot out quickly(plop plop PLOP plop plop plop)I shot out a few poop pellets.Then I rested still farting.
Chekeya was making"zzzzzzzzzppppp"farting noises over and over.Like someone zipping and unzipping a bag over and over.Nothing came though.I looked in her toilet and saw several nice sized medium sized turds.I looked at her butthole pushed out and the tip of a turd come out.It came out with alot of crackling noise and fell with a loud splash."finally done.."she got up.The girls all looked at her production and giggled making little jokes.She turned to look at her production.She picked up some toilet paper and began wiping.At that moment I felt another huge turd coming.My butthole spread wide again slowly.There was more hissing and crackling as it came,but worried about
the toilet not being able to handle it(since my butt covered the whole thing and it was so filled)i stood up turned around and bent a little and began to flush and flush as Chekeya kept wiping her dirty butt.At that moment the door swung open almost breaking and a girl was there. "dang...I'll just walk to the gym"she said backing up.But as she backed up a few boys were there.They laughed and said"Shanice got a dookie tale!" "Wipe your butt good Chekeya that paper looks nasty" "Good god it stank....who knew you girls could stink that bad" At that moment Chekeya let out some zppppp farts again shocked and my turd began moving as I flushed.The toilet still had some turds in it.but
I could'nt shit in front of them like that.At that moment the girls said CLOSE THE DOOR!And the girl quickly shut it.I sat on the toilet and the turd fell out with a loud splash.
"that girl was stupid!"said one of my friends.Chekeya finished wiping and stood by the mirror.One of my other friends.Who was dark skinned and looked very pretty sat down in Chekeya's place.She did'nt fart any except for a little and she pissed for awhile and immediately I could see greenish colored soft turds ease out.Now her turds really stunk up the place severely.One of the girls sprayed stuff right on her butt laughing."stop playing"she yelled.She came over to me and did the same thing.I laughed and told her to chill.My rush hit me again.I let out a long hissing fart and a thin turd eased out and slid around the small bowl barely.My butthole spread and a HUGE poop pellet,the biggest one I've ever made,shot out.I had to see how it looked!"I looked in the toilet and saw a perfect ball.If you painted it white you could'nt tell what it was until you got real close.I closed my eyes and doubled over my butt almost over the side of the bowl and ALOT of nasty farty noises sta rted.A huge load of turds,all about 8 inches or so,shot out my ass quickly.There had to be around 30 plops.(plop plop plop plop SPLASH PLOP plop plop plop plop Brrrrrr plop)One of the girls looked over to the side at my butt that was nearly hanging out and saw the many turds plopping out."god..Shanice what the heck did you eat?That don't make no sense"
I let out one more long snaky turd and I was done.I pushed and pushed cause I felt I was'nt done,but nothing came except a emberassing long loud fart(BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR)My butt was hanging all the way off the toilet now to the side.We started talking for awhile.My other friend seemed about done.She was sitting on the side of the toilet like me.She had a big and shapely butt for her age.I looked as her dark hole SLOWLY opened and closed quickly with a fart then opened again and a smelly green turd eased out into the water.She was done too.We sat there for awhile just talking.Occasionally letting out farts.
Finally we both got up and wiped.I wiped towards the wall just in case some girl bust in again.But not many like to use that bathroom.I wiped about 6 times.I headed for the door and started to pull up my panties when my stomach rumbled.A loud fart sounded(brrrrrrrrr)"Oh shoot was all I could say"while a huge turd began to come crackle out.The girls laughed hard."shanice look at you about to walk out with a turd sticking out your ass"I laughed too as I sat on the toilet and the turd moved out at a nice pace now and fell with a huge splash.
I sighed and flushed the toilet.Man!I bent over with my butt facing the wall again.Wondering if there was more.I pushed a little and a loud fart sounded again."man that surprised me alot"but I was surprised ALOT more when I felt some kind of straw feeling thing stick up my butt and a hand placed felt on my butt real quick.I looked behind me and was shocked.There was a big HOLE right where my butt was facing the whole time.The boys watched me dump the whole time.i thought I felt tickling on my butt before by a straw probaly. "hi shanice"said one of the boys laughing."You got a big ol butt!and your butthole be spreading wide!"The girls laughed.It was some of the boys we liked so we were'nt TOO mad.I was so surprised.I lowered my ass to their faces and let out one of my most stinkiest farts yet(brrrrrrrrrr)it was a loud one mixed with a silent but deadly.The boys laughed.I gasped as I felt two hands spread my cheaks and i felt another thing go up my butt.At first I thought a ! boy was being naughty as I looked behind myself asking who did it but all they could so was laugh and I saw that there was a HUGE piece of straw sticking out my butt.One more boy stuck another in right beside it.I laughed too.I took it out.Then pulled up my shorts and panties letting out one more stinky fart in their direction."alright guys shows over,we about to beat you down"We did chase them too.and we got them.All the time we were taking a dump I never noticed the obvious hole there.But we paid them back the favor.When we went on the hiking trip.The boys ate bad batches of food.we were way in the woods and they were forced to take a dump in the woods.we expertly snuck away and jumped up behind them laughing as they all had a nasty shit.Ahhh the sweet smell...well stinky smell of revenge.That was one of the best experiences I've had when I was young.
Oh and if anyone is interested.I saw a music video.I think it was method man or red man in lets get dirty.During the video it showed this nice looking black girl running through the building holding her butt and pushing people out the way as she got to the stall.A little while later they showed a few girls spraying cans as she walked out giving them a nasty face with toilet paper stuck to her butt.I found that hilarious!Just thought you might like to know about it.
Inquisitor
This is a question for the females in this forum: Why do most women act shy about their toilet habits.....I know of VERY few who just dont care, and thats cool....but whats the big deal about someone knowing you're in the bathroom taking a dump or just pissing?
Slim
Cyrstal, you dont have to go there if you want someone to watch you. I would gladly watch and share in the enjoyment with you. ;)
Pee stories please!!!!
Natalie (Vancouver, to make sure)
This is my first posting. I've been around for about a month, and i think these stories are cool. So here's mine: One time when i was 9 or so, i went to church camp. during breakfast i had a lot of watermelon slices because they were especially good. However, #1 it cooled my ????? (bad for digestion) and #2 we were inside a forest where there are considerable numbers of microbes. An hour after breakfast we went swimming in the creek. I changed into the only swimsuit I bought along, one of those that exposed a bare ?????. (not a bikini, though) Nothing was amiss until about ten minutes into the swim (More exactly a waterfight, 'cause it was shallow.) I had a bad ?????ache and a twinge of diarrhea. Right away I stopped resisting the boy's attempts to splash me with water. I was clutching my stomach and bent over. I must have had a funny expression because the boys stopped and asked me "Are youu ok?" I shook my head no and they asked me what was wrong. I whispered I ! had diarrhea real bad and begged him not to tell anyone so I can slip away quietly. At first he looked at me with a disgusted expression and then he yelled to the counsellor that I had diarrhea. I was SOOOO embarrassed! Everyone who heard it laughed, and the boy who yelled gave me an evil smile. I HATED him for that! But there was no time to waste as the MALE counsellor ( the ONLY counsellor) swung into action and took me to the latrine. I clutched my stomach as I tried to run. However, once I left the creek I could'nt hold it. The diarrhea first bubbled, then burst it's way into the swimsuit. Everyone behind me laughed their brains out or had a grossed-out expression. Only my friend Janice and the counsellor (Who was pretty nice and cool) kept a straight face. I started crying. He helped me clean up in the male changeroom/latrine because seeing a grown man in the ladie's is worse than a little girl in the men's. In all, however, not a great camp. I had diarrhea eve! ry hour or so the next two days, creating some immensly embarassing situations where I had to suddenly run to the latrines. It was brutal for a little girl.
P.S: Anyone see Hong Kong T.V shows? It seems that while in the west we have banned films with women explicitly being sick, (Exception : "Hanged Up" with Nia Long) chinese T.V shows often have at least one episode where the female protagonist gets a stomachache of some kind. Sometimes it gets ridiculous as these stomachaches occur without any reason whatsoever. For example in one series a young female lawyer is asked a sticky question about her deals with a falsely-convicted criminal and then she clutches her stomach and says: (in cantonese) " Oh no my stomahc hurts: take me to the bathroom please." Then in the bathroom she is already washing her hands. In another series a young woman ( played by the same actress!) suddenly gets diarrhea at a restaurant and her boyfriend takes her to the bathroom. nothing more is shown. It seems that maybe certain chinese men get aroused when they see pretty young girls with diarrhea distress. ( and she IS cute: with a face that oo! zes trust, a homey but reassuarring voice, and a GREAT figure) Also, in Singapore, there was a government infomercial (2 years ago)about food safety in which they actually show a poor young lady clutch her stomach and run to the bathroom 2 seconds after she eats one spoonful of rice touched by a fly. I doubt that it's enough to make a person sick, and that it causes her to be sick SO SOON. ( I thought it took at least 15 minutes) anyway bye for now.
Pamela
Last night when Connie paid her Sunday weekly visit, I had a surprise for her. I bought one of those digital cameras. We decided to have a little fun with it. First we practiced taking stupid shots like outside, and of the cat, Connie sitting on the hood of her car, me doing somersaults, and so forth, until we got comfortable with the camera. Later in the evening we got down to more serious business. I'd felt a load in the poop chute ever since noon, and after dinner told Connie that it would have to be now or never. We went to the basement to the stand up shower, with a drain grate that removes easy. We removed the grate and I stripped, and with my rear facing the camera lady, took a nice big looong, comforting shit. I tried to prolong things a little and the camera first shows my bare bottom and the back of my head. In the next frame my butt cheeks have spread, and my rectum shows plainly, and in the next one the tip of a turd is poking out. These were nice firm s! olid turds, and I passed them very easily with no straining, and Connie managed to capture two of them on film with the entire product stretching from my anus clear down into the drain hole. About two hours later Connie said it was her turn, because she had the urge, so we repeated the procedure with me running the camera this time. When Connie squats, before her turds start out that little pink rosebud between those creamy cheeks, her rectum usually opens up wide, and for just a moment you can actually see up it a ways- and that is what happened last night, captured on film. Next, out comes about a gallon of medium-hard ice cream poop which ploppppppped directly into the drain, followed by a couple of small firm solid logs. Connie shifted slightly while squeezing out the last one and it missed the hole, and I got a shot of it curling out from her bumhole and catching itself at the edge of the drain, then another one of it laying steaming (not really, but it was fat and ! healthy looking) and prone on the tile floor. Afterward we took a hose from the laundry tub and washed everything away, and put the drain grate back. Then we went upstairs to admire our work. The shower stall is quite narrow so both of us were in the same spot and I was surprised at how similar we look from the back! In fact I am proud to say that my bum is just as attractive as hers. Her waist size is just one/half smaller than mine, so I guess I should not be too surprised. However leave it to Connie to find something. "Look - our ass holes are not in the same place," she said, and I looked and sure enough, mine looked at least a full inch higher up my butt crack than hers. Curiousity aroused, we measured the distance from the back of our female privates to the lower edge of the anus, and even though we can wear the same clothes, there is almost an inch and a quarter difference in that part of our anatomy. In fact there is very little space - exactly two and one quarte! r inches -betwen the beginning of my buttcrack and the upper endge of my anus, but Connie's is much lower - About three and one half inches. Connie has a distant relative who is a gynecologist, and will discretly try to find out if this is unusual or not. And if so, which one of us has the misplaced plumbing. 'Til next time - Pam
Marge
I have been reading the posts for a few weeks. This is my first post and it is about being pee shy. I am in high school in the NW. I have to hold my pee all day, about 8 or 9 hours. I am ready to burst when I get home. I just can't go when anyone is around. It started when I was 10. My mom and I had lunch and I drank a large coke. We shopped for about 3 hours. I told her I needed to go. She said, just a few minutes. But in an hour all that coke had filled my bladder. I said, please now. My mother only pees 3 times a day, morning, late afternoon, and bedtime. It was time for her to go too. So we found the ladies room. There was only one stall available. So she said I'll come in with you and when you are finished I'll go. I hadn't peed since I got up either. I sat on the toilet. But I couldn't get started. I guess it was because she was there. Finally she said I'll go now and you can have the stall to yourself. So I got up. She sat down. We waited and waited. She couldn't go eit! her. I was really puzzled. Then the lady in the next stall left. Mom told me to go there and pee. When I got in and sat down, I heard my mother pee a torrent. It went on for about 2 minutes. But I full bladder or not couldn't go. My mother washed her hands and a few minutes later came back and asked me how I was. I said I'll be right out. We shopped for another hour and then went home. It was now 10 hours since I had peed. I was in agony. I headed for the toilet as soon as I got home. After a few minutes I got going and peed for about 3 minutes. I wondered what is wrong with me. After that I never could go when anyone was around. Now I'm 16 and still can't. Anyone out there, can you give me some suggestions or tell me your pee shy story.
Angela
hi, my friend jeff told me about this site. Talking about poop has always been fun for me so I'm glad I got to see this site. My brother always says i'm the only girl he knows that talks about poop. It rules and it's funny so I enjoy talking about it. I'm constipated right now and it sucks. i haven't pooped in days. i'm gonna look at the website now. later..
Billy & Kevin L.
As we said, yesterday was our last day before school. At our day camp, we had a field trip. We all went to a county park, played games, and had lunch. Mostly parents were there, because the teachers who were at the day camp all summer were at school doing school stuff. We all had huge poops in the morning, we told you about. When we got to the park, about 1/2 hour after we left the school, I had to pee. So did Bobby. There were 3 porta potties and no other bathrooms. Already about 20 kids and a few parents were lined up. There was a clump of trees with bushes and high grass in the middle of where we were. I asked my mom if we could pee in the woods and she said ok. Bobby, me, Kev and our little brothers Josh and jeremy all went. At the park, there was a pavilin with food and stuff. They had candy and fruit in the morning, and hot dogs and hamburgs in the afternoon. After lunch kev and jeremy needed another poop. The lines were about 10 people long and they got in line. THere ! is a mini golf thing at the park which everyone was doing. We split into groups, and it was our groups turn to play mini gold. I went and got them, and we went to the mini golf. It was about a 10 minute walk. We were in a group of about 20 kids. Kev and jeremy used the bathroom there. Me and Josh had to pee, so were went in with them. Kev dropped about 8 medium logs (color # 253) which sunk and jeremy did about 30 small # 256's which floated. We peed on the logs.
After the golf we went back to the games for about 2 hours. We played running games, throwing games, there were soccer and baseball games. We were done about 3:30. I had to poop, but decided to wait until we got home. On the way home, we decided to go out an play soccer. So I got dressed and went. We went to the field and I said I had to go poop. Me, Bobby and mike all had to go. We went into the woods and dropped big piles. I guess it was what was left over from last nights big meal.
bret
Billy & Kevin L, do you ever have any accidents or see any with all your family?
Once I was at an arcade in the mall and I had to poop bad, I was playing x-men with two other people and I couldn't stop, I started to go in my pants while I was playing and the other kids said what's that smell and I said I farted. Well when the game was over I had to walk through the mall to leave, while I was walking some poop was sliding down my leg, some of it came out on the floor. it was gross, I sat on my bike to ride home and it squished all over the place, My mom was waiting for me and she was really mad, she spanked my but and the poop squished even more. Well that was really embarasing. I am 12
Brad
Jason: Hey dude. I was real interested to hear your description of taking a shit in that bar restroom using a toilet without any stall around it. Don't take any crap from your buddies - you were 100% correct to shit there! If a guy has gotta go, he has gotta go! If the management put that crapper there in the open next to the urinals, they probably expected it to be used mainly for pissing in. However, the toilet is there instead of an additional urinal in case some dude, like you, needs to take a dump. It sure takes guts to shit in the open in that kinda setup, mainly because of other dudes, who are often drunk in a bar and just there to piss, giving you funny looks and often verbal abuse. It was a real good idea to have your buddy, Kevin, stand in front of you and talk to you while you dropped your load - I'm sure that stopped other dudes giving you a hard time. I'd sure like to see a restroom like that. I often take a dump in doorless stalls at beaches and at parks,! but there a dude does have some protection from other dudes because the stalls are separated from the urinals and from each other by partitions.
Austin: I enjoyed your description of the semicircular restroom with the "viewing area" where guys waiting to use the crapper can sit and relax and watch other dudes take a shit while they are waiting. It sounds a real interesting place. Please let us have any stories of your expereinces when you drop your load there.
Jacob
Hey everyone, I'm new here. I just have a question, I've always fantasized about watching my girlfriend pee. I want to ask her, but I don't know how. I really like her, and don't want to come off sounding like a weirdo. Everyone else I asked just scoffed at the idea that I even would think of such a thing. You all seem like a nice group. Please Help me out! Thanks, Jacob
RJOGGER
The last 2 weeks have been work, work and more work. One client had a rush request for some critical software, so my boys and I had to really pour on the coal to produce a viable system, in a short space of time. With that said, Kathy and I were finally able to read some of the posts. Some hellos first
Kim and Scott - Thanks for saying that you think that I am one of the guys that makes this site a pleasure to be a part of. That was very sweet of you. Believe me, it is lovely ladies like you who REALLY supercharge this web site and make it so much fun. I very much enjoy reading your stories, and I look forward to everyone of them. Besides, you remind me of my daughter, who is another impish blonde that likes to make mischief. I can't get enough of you girls, I think that you are great.
Buzzy - Hey neighbor, it has been some time since we spoke. Life has been rather hectic, with too many hours at work, and Kathy tending to her mom, who had knee replacement surgery. But now the pace seems to be settling, so we have some time to catch up and enjoy.
Hellos also to Jane, Diane NY, Helen of Troy, Jeff A and Rizzo.
Saturday, Kathy and I had planned to meet Noreen and Larry for an early AM run. Our grand daughters were coming down form Connecticut later, so we decided to get the foolishness over with early. I got up, went into the crapper and had a rather large pre-run dump. I was squeezing out what turned out to be a 20" by 2" log, when Kathy came in, sat, peed and chided me about not being able to hold it until later. I just smiled at her, finished up, wiped, washed my hands and got ready to leave. My wife and I jogged slowly up the hill from our house to the trails, where Noreen and Larry were waiting. "We thought you guys weren't coming", Noreen said, as she greeted us with a smile. "Rick had to visit the head before we left", was Kathy's reply. "Larry pooped out also. I guess these guys just don't have any capacity", Noreen teased, with that smile of hers. That got her a playful slap on the rump from Larry, to which Noreen acted like it stung, when of course it didn't. We then ! took off for what was a slow run. All of us had been working hard during the week, and we seemed sluggish. After about 3 miles, Larry and I decided to run up some very hilly trails, while the girls just decided to take it easy. We all agreed to meet at a certain spot, in a short while. So Larry and I did some serious hill running, as we had caught our wind, and we wanted to get some timings for up coming races. After we did our thing, we slowed the pace, and came up on the spot where the girls were supposed to be. We didn't see them, but we had a feeling that they were probably answering Mother Nature's call somewhere. It didn't take long for us to find them. Sure enough, they were going behind some bushes, thinking that they had privacy. Larry and I "dropped down" on our wives, and stayed behind the bushes to watch. Yeah, we were peeping on our wives, but they probably figured we were there anyway. Kathy and Noreen were about 15 feet in front of us, and Larry and I had a good! view thru the bushes. We watched as the girls dropped their shorts, squatted and positioned themselves to crap. We didn't have long to wait. Noreen was still lowering herself, when a thick, medium brown poop started to exit, doming her pink anus out quite wide. It crackled, picked up speed, and fell with a dull thud on the ground. As Larry's wife peed, Kathy started pushing out a light brown turd, that got about six inches out, broke off, and then the rest, about 12 or so inches followed and fell. While Kathy peed, Noreen started passing more cracklers, then gasped with relief. Kathy strained, but there was no more, so the girls just paused, still squatting. That's when Larry did his best to imitate a cardinal, but he was off key. Kathy turned around with this puzzled look, and asked Noreen if she had heard that. "It's my bird brained husband, thinking he can sing like a song bird". With that, Larry and I entered the area where our wives were. Noreen was getting wet wipes out , and gave her a husband a grin and a shake of the head. Kathy looked at me with that Mohawk stare of hers, but she was smiling. "What took you guys? We thought we were going to have to clean up ourselves", my wife said. "They must have had more important things to do", was Noreen's statement. So Larry and I walked over to the girls, picked up the wipes, and started to clean our wives' behinds. Just as Larry was finishing, Noreen let out a juicy gasser, the made all 4 of us laugh. "Just middle age", Noreen laughed. Larry and I finished our chore, then we inspected the piles. Both were impressive, each with a long job, that was curled and circled. Noreen's pile also had a couple of smaller droppings. At 5'2", Kathy is 4 or so inches shorter than Noreen, and she is about 20 pounds lighter. Still, both of these fifty something ladies consistently produce very large bowel movements on a daily basis. The two of them make a nice contrast, with the size and complexion differences. Anyway, Larry and I picked up loose leaves and twigs, and covered the girls' doings, then we left to complete our run. We made plans to run the following Saturday, and this time the girls promised to run the higher hills with us. Who knows, maybe we can all dump together next week.
Later
Babe E.
Crystal - thanks for replying, LOL. Know what you mean about laughing. I was at a girlfriend's birthday party when I was about 6. We drank lots of soda and were doing all sorts of fun things. While we were playing Pin the Tail On The Donkey everyone was laughing at the what the person with the mask on was doing. I laughed so hard I wet my pants bigtime, making a HUGE puddle on the floor. I was so embarassed, my mom had to pick me up although my girlfriend's mom changed my clothes and gave me some of my girlfriend's jeans and undies.
Beet Lover - I haven't had any experience with beets but I have had red poops from strawberries. I also had a funny experience last year around St. Patricks Day. Most of the local bagel stores add green food dye to the bagels to celebrate the holiday. I had about 3 bagels and pooped green for about 2 days. That was really weird!
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Pool Pee Girl
I recently got a pool and this extreme filter someone told me about. It's Amazing! I also got a vacuum for the pool. So, I have been testing it out and it will get just about anything out. One day, as soon as I got in the pool, I had to pee and poop. Not wanting to get out, I decided to do it right in the pool. I was already naked, because I don't need clothes in the privacy of my backyard and fence. I got comfortable and let out my pee and I could see the water turning yellow. Then, I started my poop with a huge fart with many bubbles and a solid piece came out and a few others after. When I was finished the vacuum was already sucking the poop up and the filter was filtering out the pee. I have done this numerous times and plan on doing it more!
Gabby
One day my son was on the floor in the basment when he started to hold his genitals. My daughter, almost 5 was there also. "I've got to make a poop," he said, pulling his pants off. My daughter didn't even look over. I looked at his BM all ready hanging. "Don't let go, son." I said. I grabbed his regular pooping bucket. I sat it under him and he let go. Then my little girl said, "What's that?" pointing at his groin. He bent over and strained, mush came flying out. Then strained, making poop slither out. "Finished," he said happily. Laying him on his stomach, I wiped his booty. He started to poop again and I pulled it out and I wiped him.About three hours later in the basment, my daughter said, she had to urinate. Pulling pants down, she said, "She couldn't hold it any longer", squatted and peed on the floor. Then my little girl had to pass gas and she dropped little balls of poop. She said, "I've have to doo doo," I said, "I didn't have tissue, don't go doo doo." A long turd was hanging already. Thinking what was I going to do. I pulled over, the pooping bucket. She set it under and started going again. A brown, green and yellow turd started exiting with crackles. The poop is so long that it starts to curl and makes at least three layers before mush started to come out almost filling the bucket. As soon as she finished, she didn't want anyone seeing. She just ran without wiping and nothing on but a t-shirt, and empty the pooping bucket, in the basment, where no one could see and the clean up isn't so bad.
One day my son was on the floor in the basment when he started to hold his genitals. My daughter, almost 5 was there also. "I've got to make a poop," he said, pulling his pants off. My daughter didn't even look over. I looked at his BM all ready hanging. "Don't let go, son." I said. I grabbed his regular pooping bucket. I sat it under him and he let go. Then my little girl said, "What's that?" pointing at his groin. He bent over and strained, mush came flying out. Then strained, making poop slither out. "Finished," he said happily. Laying him on his stomach, I wiped his booty. He started to poop again and I pulled it out and I wiped him.About three hours later in the basment, my daughter said, she had to urinate. Pulling pants down, she said, "She couldn't hold it any longer", squatted and peed on the floor. Then my little girl had to pass gas and she dropped little balls of poop. She said, "I've have to doo doo," I said, "I didn't have tissue, don't go doo doo." A long turd was hanging already. Thinking what was I going to do. I pulled over, the pooping bucket. She set it under and started going again. A brown, green and yellow turd started exiting with crackles. The poop is so long that it starts to curl and makes at least three layers before mush started to come out almost filling the bucket. As soon as she finished, she didn't want anyone seeing. She just ran without wiping and nothing on but a t-shirt, and empty the pooping bucket, in the basment, where no one could see and the clean up isn't so bad.
Sierra
I was driving home to Cincinnati from Pittsburgh from my Grandmothers house today. About 2 hours from home, I felt the urge to poop. I looked for a rest stop, but couldn't find one. In case you didn't catch it from my last post, I dont find pleasure in pooping my pants, but I don't find it disgusting. So I have no problem with soiling myself if there isn't a bathroom around. So I'm about a half hour from my house I get pulled over for speeding. This has happened once before to me, and I got out without a ticket because I got sympathy from the cop when I had an "accident" while stopped. I thought I would try this again. At this point, I did have to poop pretty badly. The cop came up to my car and gave me the whole 75 in a 65 zone talk as well as the how it is unsafe (Although with the speed that everyone around me was going, 65 probably would have been more dangerous). When asked for my license proof of insurance etc. I lifted my butt while pretending to reach for my wallet and gave a small push as I let a large poop into my panties. It crackled loudly and the bulge was somewhat big. But unfortunately, I didn't get any sympathy. I was trying to pretend shocked because I had just pooped myself. But the cop took this as a sign that I was drunk. I begged with him and told him that I just couldn't hold it anymore and that I wasn't drunk at all. But He made me get out of my car with loaded pants and all and do a field sobriety test. I never thought I'd have to do one of those, especially with a load in my pants. Of course I passed it with flying colors. The cop apologized for everything and I drove away with a warning. So I've realized that pooping your pants is a good way to get out of a speeding ticket, its worked for me twice. I rode the rest of the way home. My mom greeted me when I got home. She saw that I had pooped my pants and told me to go upstairs and clean up. She was the one that tought me that pooping in your panties is okay if there isn't a toilet, and sometimes even if there is but you're doing something else. Anybody else ever pooped your pants while pulled over by a cop. If so, was it an accident or was it for sympathy. What reactions did you get from the police officer. Did you end up getting a ticket or not. If so, please tell.
I was driving home to Cincinnati from Pittsburgh from my Grandmothers house today. About 2 hours from home, I felt the urge to poop. I looked for a rest stop, but couldn't find one. In case you didn't catch it from my last post, I dont find pleasure in pooping my pants, but I don't find it disgusting. So I have no problem with soiling myself if there isn't a bathroom around. So I'm about a half hour from my house I get pulled over for speeding. This has happened once before to me, and I got out without a ticket because I got sympathy from the cop when I had an "accident" while stopped. I thought I would try this again. At this point, I did have to poop pretty badly. The cop came up to my car and gave me the whole 75 in a 65 zone talk as well as the how it is unsafe (Although with the speed that everyone around me was going, 65 probably would have been more dangerous). When asked for my license proof of insurance etc. I lifted my butt while pretending to reach for my wallet and gave a small push as I let a large poop into my panties. It crackled loudly and the bulge was somewhat big. But unfortunately, I didn't get any sympathy. I was trying to pretend shocked because I had just pooped myself. But the cop took this as a sign that I was drunk. I begged with him and told him that I just couldn't hold it anymore and that I wasn't drunk at all. But He made me get out of my car with loaded pants and all and do a field sobriety test. I never thought I'd have to do one of those, especially with a load in my pants. Of course I passed it with flying colors. The cop apologized for everything and I drove away with a warning. So I've realized that pooping your pants is a good way to get out of a speeding ticket, its worked for me twice. I rode the rest of the way home. My mom greeted me when I got home. She saw that I had pooped my pants and told me to go upstairs and clean up. She was the one that tought me that pooping in your panties is okay if there isn't a toilet, and sometimes even if there is but you're doing something else. Anybody else ever pooped your pants while pulled over by a cop. If so, was it an accident or was it for sympathy. What reactions did you get from the police officer. Did you end up getting a ticket or not. If so, please tell.
Graham
To Keith and others who had difficulties pooping when they were young. My earliest recollection of pooping is sitting on a training potty in our kitchen while my mom went about her house work. I don't remember any problems then but by the time I was about 5 or 6 I had started to hate doing a poo. It always wanted to come out while I was busy doing something important like playing. So I started holding it in as long as I possibly could. I remember being furious with these interruptions and wishing endlessly that I didn't have to poo at all. Of course holding it in until bursting point resulted in lots of accidents and heavily stained underwear. I only recall one instance of totally shitting myself and that was when I was about 8 years old. I wanted to go so bad in class but I tried holding it in and didn't ask to be excused. Eventually after squeezing until I couldn't take the pain anymore I asked the teacher and she let me go. I remember so clearly walking to the toilet squeezing with all my might, but half way there I couldn't hold anymore and it just started coming out. I found a stall and pulled my pants down and saw a huge log in my underwear. I pulled it out with some toilet paper and did my best to clean my pants and my butt. My underpants were constantly stained at that age with all the turtle heads I had, and of course the very loose poops that ooze out no matter how hard you try and keep them in. About the same time I remember that more often than not my poos were very painful. It got so bad I dreaded sitting on the toilet and so I tried even harder to hold it in. On many occasions I remember tears and crying with pain as a huge turd tried to come out, stretching my hole far wider than any little boys butt hole was ever supposed to be opened. This went on until I was almost a teen by which time I guess growing up gave me a different perspective on things. I still held my poo in as long as I could but I got better at knowing my limits and when to get to the toilet. During my teens it hurt less and I settled into the routine I now have quite a few years later. I poo perhaps twice, sometimes three times a week. I still hold my poo in as long as I dare and I thoroughly enjoy the feelings that go with that. I also find a really good long hard shit is now one of life's greatest pleasures and that would take another page to describe.
To Keith and others who had difficulties pooping when they were young. My earliest recollection of pooping is sitting on a training potty in our kitchen while my mom went about her house work. I don't remember any problems then but by the time I was about 5 or 6 I had started to hate doing a poo. It always wanted to come out while I was busy doing something important like playing. So I started holding it in as long as I possibly could. I remember being furious with these interruptions and wishing endlessly that I didn't have to poo at all. Of course holding it in until bursting point resulted in lots of accidents and heavily stained underwear. I only recall one instance of totally shitting myself and that was when I was about 8 years old. I wanted to go so bad in class but I tried holding it in and didn't ask to be excused. Eventually after squeezing until I couldn't take the pain anymore I asked the teacher and she let me go. I remember so clearly walking to the toilet squeezing with all my might, but half way there I couldn't hold anymore and it just started coming out. I found a stall and pulled my pants down and saw a huge log in my underwear. I pulled it out with some toilet paper and did my best to clean my pants and my butt. My underpants were constantly stained at that age with all the turtle heads I had, and of course the very loose poops that ooze out no matter how hard you try and keep them in. About the same time I remember that more often than not my poos were very painful. It got so bad I dreaded sitting on the toilet and so I tried even harder to hold it in. On many occasions I remember tears and crying with pain as a huge turd tried to come out, stretching my hole far wider than any little boys butt hole was ever supposed to be opened. This went on until I was almost a teen by which time I guess growing up gave me a different perspective on things. I still held my poo in as long as I could but I got better at knowing my limits and when to get to the toilet. During my teens it hurt less and I settled into the routine I now have quite a few years later. I poo perhaps twice, sometimes three times a week. I still hold my poo in as long as I dare and I thoroughly enjoy the feelings that go with that. I also find a really good long hard shit is now one of life's greatest pleasures and that would take another page to describe.
girl on TV pooped
so someone showed me an interesting video online. it was at a popular video uploading site online, and it was about some european TV personality named Tina. she is a good looking woman, perhaps mid 20s, slim, long brown hair. she has on white pants and a black shirt and heels, and she is interviewing a man in a language i don't understand, i think it may be dutch. anyway, she seems obviously uncomfortable during the interview and occasionally puts her hand over her stomach. eventually, the man is answering a question when she winces and groans and puts her hands on her thighs, then on her bottom. she whines to the camera and groans a little more and seems to be in pain, then she turns around and gingerly runs off with her hand over her butt, and a huge brown stain on her butt too. the guy couldn't believe it. that has to be pretty terrible interviewing a guy for television and having a poop accident right on camera! it was probably pretty awkward for the guy too. eitherway, it was a good watch.
so someone showed me an interesting video online. it was at a popular video uploading site online, and it was about some european TV personality named Tina. she is a good looking woman, perhaps mid 20s, slim, long brown hair. she has on white pants and a black shirt and heels, and she is interviewing a man in a language i don't understand, i think it may be dutch. anyway, she seems obviously uncomfortable during the interview and occasionally puts her hand over her stomach. eventually, the man is answering a question when she winces and groans and puts her hands on her thighs, then on her bottom. she whines to the camera and groans a little more and seems to be in pain, then she turns around and gingerly runs off with her hand over her butt, and a huge brown stain on her butt too. the guy couldn't believe it. that has to be pretty terrible interviewing a guy for television and having a poop accident right on camera! it was probably pretty awkward for the guy too. eitherway, it was a good watch.
i Mickey: Thanks for comment. I like answering questions from everybody so I do my best.
1. How often does this happen
It not happen a lot. My poo mostly firm and 1 long piece. Sometimes 2 pieces. It only happen if I get sick. But it horrible and sometimes burn my bum hole when it happen.
2. How much splash-back do you get normally.
When my bum shoot water like that it make big mess everywhere and bum gets very dirty. Also when I am in England toilets seem different to America. In England poo fall a long way from my bum and does huge splash and make my bum very wet. In America its like as soon as poo is coming out of my bum its touching water and there is no splash.
3. How often have you missed the inside of the bowl and got some on the outside?
I think you mean when water shoot out of my bum. I made big mess only one time. That was at shopping centre and I get sick and I have to run to toilet. I slam door shut so hard it bounce back open but I already pulling panties down and lifting skirt and I cant shut door. I still bending over and still pulling panties down and bum explode before I sit on toilet and it go everywhere all over bowl and back of bowl and wall and floor behind toilet. After first big mess come out of bum I manage to close door and second mess shoot out. But everything so poopy I cant sit so I still bend over toilet and it not all go in bowl. It make horrible mess and I nearly cry.
4. How many times have you blown a plug in your panties and shit yourselves?
I never done that in my panties. I did normal poo in panties.
5. How often have you blocked the toilet, and was it shit or paper or both that blocked it?
A few times. It happen most times when I do huge poo and it a bit soft and it make my bum and bum hole very poopy and take lots and lots of paper.
6. How much have you girls used those Asian squat toilets. Can you tell us about them?
I come from India and we have lots of toilets like you call Asian. I like them better because they are nicer to use because there is always water to get bum clean and if you use paper it only to dry bum not wipe it clean. It also easier and feel nicer to go poo in Indian toilet and no splash to make bum wet with poopy water.
HI MICKEY: Thanks for the questions and support. I have answers for you.
1. The shit in last post may not happen like that to often, but I guess several times in year. I usually go every 2-3 days. So if something urgent happens around day 3, like this last time, a lot of shit has piled up. And yes, that toilet may have nearly "died," as that chunk had to go down whole. Just the smell is tough to take even without that butt load.
2. I don't get my back splash on my ass. If you shoot out with higher pressure there is splash but mostly in toilet. Most of my ass mess is just from the shit coming out. Also, I typically do long, thick firm shit every few days, not always the large sloppy chuncky ones.
3. A couple years ago, I shot a chunk on the back of my toilet seat. This is really the only time. I always catch myself in time. Anyway, it was my own toilet when I rushed into my apt late one night and could barely hold longer. When I put my pants down while standing, I just had to shoot out right then. So I was standing, bearing my ass over the toilet thinking it would go right in. It shot past and got on back part of toilet seat and lower part of lid. And I covered that whole lower area. It was a large chunk with mush all around it. None got on the floor. I had to sit "half way on toilet" to let the rest of loose shit out.
4. I never shit my pants since being little girl. I have pretty strong ass to hold in till it's time.
5. I block toilet a lot, or a partial block that will flush but partially clog. I typically have to do couple of plunges. The public high pressure flush toilets may not clog though and some have large toilet holes (the public toilet in my previous post is not like that). But my toilet at home and at home of others I know have difficulty with my shit.
6. I come to US early as girl. Although my English is sloppy because I am always around Chinese culture. I am city girl so our trips to China to see extended family and friends always include modern toilets. I actually used squat toilet in Italy in '97 at small train station, but only had to pee. I guess if I had to shit in one, you really have to aim for that hole.
I hope this help. Ask away if you have other questions.
1. The shit in last post may not happen like that to often, but I guess several times in year. I usually go every 2-3 days. So if something urgent happens around day 3, like this last time, a lot of shit has piled up. And yes, that toilet may have nearly "died," as that chunk had to go down whole. Just the smell is tough to take even without that butt load.
2. I don't get my back splash on my ass. If you shoot out with higher pressure there is splash but mostly in toilet. Most of my ass mess is just from the shit coming out. Also, I typically do long, thick firm shit every few days, not always the large sloppy chuncky ones.
3. A couple years ago, I shot a chunk on the back of my toilet seat. This is really the only time. I always catch myself in time. Anyway, it was my own toilet when I rushed into my apt late one night and could barely hold longer. When I put my pants down while standing, I just had to shoot out right then. So I was standing, bearing my ass over the toilet thinking it would go right in. It shot past and got on back part of toilet seat and lower part of lid. And I covered that whole lower area. It was a large chunk with mush all around it. None got on the floor. I had to sit "half way on toilet" to let the rest of loose shit out.
4. I never shit my pants since being little girl. I have pretty strong ass to hold in till it's time.
5. I block toilet a lot, or a partial block that will flush but partially clog. I typically have to do couple of plunges. The public high pressure flush toilets may not clog though and some have large toilet holes (the public toilet in my previous post is not like that). But my toilet at home and at home of others I know have difficulty with my shit.
6. I come to US early as girl. Although my English is sloppy because I am always around Chinese culture. I am city girl so our trips to China to see extended family and friends always include modern toilets. I actually used squat toilet in Italy in '97 at small train station, but only had to pee. I guess if I had to shit in one, you really have to aim for that hole.
I hope this help. Ask away if you have other questions.
Mickey
To IBS: Hey I see exactly what you are saying. I'm circumcised and yes when I'm really excited it's not easy to pee. That's because the little tube is all closed up with the same huge pressure that makes your erection hard. The thing is that with no foreskin there's nothing to slow the pee down and I wanted to pee so bad because I had been holding it in while I was still in bed and getting myself excited. I sure learned a lesson there. I'll never do that again. As for thinking about things to take my mind off the excitement, well that never seemed to work very well for me. Except this time, when I had to clean up that mess, even then it only delayed the inevitable. Thanks for the advice IBS, if you think of anything else please let me know. Mickey
To IBS: Hey I see exactly what you are saying. I'm circumcised and yes when I'm really excited it's not easy to pee. That's because the little tube is all closed up with the same huge pressure that makes your erection hard. The thing is that with no foreskin there's nothing to slow the pee down and I wanted to pee so bad because I had been holding it in while I was still in bed and getting myself excited. I sure learned a lesson there. I'll never do that again. As for thinking about things to take my mind off the excitement, well that never seemed to work very well for me. Except this time, when I had to clean up that mess, even then it only delayed the inevitable. Thanks for the advice IBS, if you think of anything else please let me know. Mickey
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Jeff
Here is a story my friend told me the other day. Let's call him Billy. Anyway, last week he had a project to do for health where he had to keep a journal of all the food he ate during the week. I noticed when he showed it to me that he ate pretty much only meat, dairy, and white bread. This was probably the cause of his toilet duress. Starting last Monday, he did not go to the bathroom to poop for six days. His bowels were usually a bit backed up but this was unprecedented. For the first few days, everything was alright; by thursday, he was starting to get skidmarks in his briefs. He attributed this to leakage from around the main load. On saturday, he could feel a mass in his rectum, but could not get it to budge. That night he was with his mom shopping and he started to get cramps. He knew it was just a matter of time before he had to unload this monster, but there were no bathrooms at the store. In the car he tried to suck in the poop, but it kept prairie dogging. When he reached his house, he began to waddle towards the bathroom. AT that moment, an intense urge struck him and the poop began to slide out filling his briefs and making a big bulge in his shorts. He also lost control of his bladder and pee soaked the front of his pants. For some reason he kept the underwear which are now almost totally brown even after washing them and showed them to me. He said that the poop was about as big as 4 potatoes. By the way we are sophomores in high school.
Here is a story my friend told me the other day. Let's call him Billy. Anyway, last week he had a project to do for health where he had to keep a journal of all the food he ate during the week. I noticed when he showed it to me that he ate pretty much only meat, dairy, and white bread. This was probably the cause of his toilet duress. Starting last Monday, he did not go to the bathroom to poop for six days. His bowels were usually a bit backed up but this was unprecedented. For the first few days, everything was alright; by thursday, he was starting to get skidmarks in his briefs. He attributed this to leakage from around the main load. On saturday, he could feel a mass in his rectum, but could not get it to budge. That night he was with his mom shopping and he started to get cramps. He knew it was just a matter of time before he had to unload this monster, but there were no bathrooms at the store. In the car he tried to suck in the poop, but it kept prairie dogging. When he reached his house, he began to waddle towards the bathroom. AT that moment, an intense urge struck him and the poop began to slide out filling his briefs and making a big bulge in his shorts. He also lost control of his bladder and pee soaked the front of his pants. For some reason he kept the underwear which are now almost totally brown even after washing them and showed them to me. He said that the poop was about as big as 4 potatoes. By the way we are sophomores in high school.
Strange Connor
I started my summer job three weeks ago working in retail. It's a large chain store, some 110,000 square feet of space and they alternate me between stock work and cashiering. The good thing is that I'm getting the maximum hours allowed for a 16-year-old and that's good because I want to save up for a car. Now for the bad: the doorless bathroom stalls! It's not so much a privacy issue with me because we have the doorless stalls at school too. Rather, it's the looks and comments I get when its crowded and there's a line for each of the 6 stalls, and its my turn to go in, and I start pulling off toilet paper to cover the seat with. I guess I'm one of the few guys who does it. Everyone else from the 5 year old child to the 75 year old appliance salesman just pulls his pants down and sits. My mom taught me back when I was in grade school that I should put paper over the seat and it was a habit I got into and I stayed with it. A few of the guys do at school, but not many. Yesterday, while I was preparing my seat, a middle aged man who was next with his son (who was about 8) looked to his son and apologized for the delay and the fact that there probably wouldn't be any toilet paper left for him. He said something like, "******, I just don't know what some of these people are thinking anymore. You've got to learn to be considerate of others!" I've asked two girls who go to my school and work with me about it and they say most of the women just sit right on the seat and don't worry about covering it. Am I that strange???
I started my summer job three weeks ago working in retail. It's a large chain store, some 110,000 square feet of space and they alternate me between stock work and cashiering. The good thing is that I'm getting the maximum hours allowed for a 16-year-old and that's good because I want to save up for a car. Now for the bad: the doorless bathroom stalls! It's not so much a privacy issue with me because we have the doorless stalls at school too. Rather, it's the looks and comments I get when its crowded and there's a line for each of the 6 stalls, and its my turn to go in, and I start pulling off toilet paper to cover the seat with. I guess I'm one of the few guys who does it. Everyone else from the 5 year old child to the 75 year old appliance salesman just pulls his pants down and sits. My mom taught me back when I was in grade school that I should put paper over the seat and it was a habit I got into and I stayed with it. A few of the guys do at school, but not many. Yesterday, while I was preparing my seat, a middle aged man who was next with his son (who was about 8) looked to his son and apologized for the delay and the fact that there probably wouldn't be any toilet paper left for him. He said something like, "******, I just don't know what some of these people are thinking anymore. You've got to learn to be considerate of others!" I've asked two girls who go to my school and work with me about it and they say most of the women just sit right on the seat and don't worry about covering it. Am I that strange???
Merrilee
Like many students, my high school gets out the 3rd week in June. I'm finishing my freshman year, but you could argue that we're still in grade school by the way so many of the students--especially the older ones--treat our school. The bathrooms are the worst and getting worse by the day. My body is such that I crap about 10 a.m. during homeroom each morning. I pee twice; during lunch hour (actually 25 minutes--a laugh!) and right after school before I start my 6-block walk home. Friday morning I got the pass from my HR teacher and went across the hall to the bathroom. Remember, this is only 2 hours into the school day and with each stall I went into, there was a bowl, undoubtedly clogged with unflushed pee and crap. Some of the crap was stacked higher than the bowl's water level which means several students must have contributed to it. With the opening of each stall door, I became more discouraged. And this was at a time when I was feeling more urgency to have my daily crap. I was somewhat discouraged when I opened the 9th and final stall. Only a bowl of bright, yellow pee! I took my left hand to drop the seat and my confidence ended quickly when I felt something very moist on my four fingers and thumb. There was pee on the left side of the seat and I dropped it with a thud. Then I noticed there were a few very small droppings of crap that were dried but still gross on the very back of the seat. With only two sheets of toilet paper on the roll, I wasn't about to chance it. So I went to the stairs and up one floor. I picked up speed as spotted the restroom, outside door wide open (not closed by cleaning...could this be my day?)! Our 2nd floor is more widely used because of the PE complex, the large lecture hall and the auditorium, and wouldn't you know it, 8 of the stalls were in use. One door was ajar. The middle stall. MINE! ****! Another wet seat. Like a 1st time hover pisser who was both mentally challenged and couldn't stand still. But I couldn't wait, I dropped my undees, quickly pulled up my dress and sat just in time for the head to clear my white undees. It was the closest of calls. I even pulled up the front of my dress to make sure some of the crap didn't rub against my undees. My craps are usually over in about 20 seconds. This was fine by me,especially this time since I was sitting in someone else's urine. So I immediately grabbed for the toilet paper and found only four holes in the partition; the dispenser had been completely broken off and probably stolen. My butt was messy, probably about a 4 on a 5 point scale, and getting messier while I continued to sit in the urine, as I thought about the solution. The phone numbers etched into the fading paint on the door in front of me didn't help. All were about sex and one even involved suggesting that a sex act be done on a teacher. The toilet to my left drew my attention because the new user had been reading the school newspaper while she was seated. Once I heard the door open, I used my left flip-flop to slide the paper over. Two half-page advertising inserts fell down in front of my toilet. One was for a summer bowling discount..three games for the price of two..and the second listed some available temp jobs. I tried to imagine how hard the printed paper would be on my butt. While still seated, I made one complete wipe with one and then a second wipe with the other. Yes, they stung a bit and didn't do the complete job of regular toilet paper, they helped keep the skidmarks less in my underwear. I stood up, tore off the back page of the paper and did another complete wipe. It picked up less so I knew I was making progress. I tore off one more sheet, and did a final wipe, which by now, was hurting me more than the earlier ones. I could also see a little blood on it. I concluded that that would be enough. I caught myself just as I put my hand on the flusher ... an overflow was guaranteed. So I didn't flush. I had the door about a quarter of the way open when the next girl brushed by me, saw the collection in the bowl, and swore at me for not flushing. I didn't even stick around to wash my hands because I was starting to cry a bit and the HR dismissal bell rang and my bookbag was still in HR. When I peed at lunchtime, again I didn't dare flush because there was an almost full role of TP that had been dumped into the bowl. My 8th hour class is on 4th floor and I went in immediately after the bell because I had been holding my pee for a good 30 minutes or so. However, the door was locked and there was a sign saying that due to vandalism the bathroom has been closed for the remainder of the year. Although it took me 5 minutes to get over there, I peed at the Cenex station across the street. I've concluded that adults, although not perfect, sure treat their public bathrooms better than teens.
Like many students, my high school gets out the 3rd week in June. I'm finishing my freshman year, but you could argue that we're still in grade school by the way so many of the students--especially the older ones--treat our school. The bathrooms are the worst and getting worse by the day. My body is such that I crap about 10 a.m. during homeroom each morning. I pee twice; during lunch hour (actually 25 minutes--a laugh!) and right after school before I start my 6-block walk home. Friday morning I got the pass from my HR teacher and went across the hall to the bathroom. Remember, this is only 2 hours into the school day and with each stall I went into, there was a bowl, undoubtedly clogged with unflushed pee and crap. Some of the crap was stacked higher than the bowl's water level which means several students must have contributed to it. With the opening of each stall door, I became more discouraged. And this was at a time when I was feeling more urgency to have my daily crap. I was somewhat discouraged when I opened the 9th and final stall. Only a bowl of bright, yellow pee! I took my left hand to drop the seat and my confidence ended quickly when I felt something very moist on my four fingers and thumb. There was pee on the left side of the seat and I dropped it with a thud. Then I noticed there were a few very small droppings of crap that were dried but still gross on the very back of the seat. With only two sheets of toilet paper on the roll, I wasn't about to chance it. So I went to the stairs and up one floor. I picked up speed as spotted the restroom, outside door wide open (not closed by cleaning...could this be my day?)! Our 2nd floor is more widely used because of the PE complex, the large lecture hall and the auditorium, and wouldn't you know it, 8 of the stalls were in use. One door was ajar. The middle stall. MINE! ****! Another wet seat. Like a 1st time hover pisser who was both mentally challenged and couldn't stand still. But I couldn't wait, I dropped my undees, quickly pulled up my dress and sat just in time for the head to clear my white undees. It was the closest of calls. I even pulled up the front of my dress to make sure some of the crap didn't rub against my undees. My craps are usually over in about 20 seconds. This was fine by me,especially this time since I was sitting in someone else's urine. So I immediately grabbed for the toilet paper and found only four holes in the partition; the dispenser had been completely broken off and probably stolen. My butt was messy, probably about a 4 on a 5 point scale, and getting messier while I continued to sit in the urine, as I thought about the solution. The phone numbers etched into the fading paint on the door in front of me didn't help. All were about sex and one even involved suggesting that a sex act be done on a teacher. The toilet to my left drew my attention because the new user had been reading the school newspaper while she was seated. Once I heard the door open, I used my left flip-flop to slide the paper over. Two half-page advertising inserts fell down in front of my toilet. One was for a summer bowling discount..three games for the price of two..and the second listed some available temp jobs. I tried to imagine how hard the printed paper would be on my butt. While still seated, I made one complete wipe with one and then a second wipe with the other. Yes, they stung a bit and didn't do the complete job of regular toilet paper, they helped keep the skidmarks less in my underwear. I stood up, tore off the back page of the paper and did another complete wipe. It picked up less so I knew I was making progress. I tore off one more sheet, and did a final wipe, which by now, was hurting me more than the earlier ones. I could also see a little blood on it. I concluded that that would be enough. I caught myself just as I put my hand on the flusher ... an overflow was guaranteed. So I didn't flush. I had the door about a quarter of the way open when the next girl brushed by me, saw the collection in the bowl, and swore at me for not flushing. I didn't even stick around to wash my hands because I was starting to cry a bit and the HR dismissal bell rang and my bookbag was still in HR. When I peed at lunchtime, again I didn't dare flush because there was an almost full role of TP that had been dumped into the bowl. My 8th hour class is on 4th floor and I went in immediately after the bell because I had been holding my pee for a good 30 minutes or so. However, the door was locked and there was a sign saying that due to vandalism the bathroom has been closed for the remainder of the year. Although it took me 5 minutes to get over there, I peed at the Cenex station across the street. I've concluded that adults, although not perfect, sure treat their public bathrooms better than teens.
Mike
We had a church picnic yesterday. Everybody made and brought food. Cakes and Cookies and desserts were sold and the money was given to the church. It was a very hot day. There was lots of drinking and eating. I was glad we were right near the park building with the bathrooms in it. I made it to the mens restroom just in time. To my horror, the toilet stalls had no doors. When I walked in all 3 toilets were in use. 2 with priests, one with my sons buddy's dad. The room stunk. The layman finished up, wiped, and I sat inbetween the two priests. One was about 45ish, the other about 55-60ish. They were both friendly, but both had stomach issues, as they were both farting and squirting. I joined in the 'symphony" with my farts and shit squirts. After a while , guys started piling in, waiting for bowls, so we speed wiped our asses, and got out of there. I shit later in the daybefore I left. The bathroom was amazingly clean considering all the shit that passed through those toilets.
We had a church picnic yesterday. Everybody made and brought food. Cakes and Cookies and desserts were sold and the money was given to the church. It was a very hot day. There was lots of drinking and eating. I was glad we were right near the park building with the bathrooms in it. I made it to the mens restroom just in time. To my horror, the toilet stalls had no doors. When I walked in all 3 toilets were in use. 2 with priests, one with my sons buddy's dad. The room stunk. The layman finished up, wiped, and I sat inbetween the two priests. One was about 45ish, the other about 55-60ish. They were both friendly, but both had stomach issues, as they were both farting and squirting. I joined in the 'symphony" with my farts and shit squirts. After a while , guys started piling in, waiting for bowls, so we speed wiped our asses, and got out of there. I shit later in the daybefore I left. The bathroom was amazingly clean considering all the shit that passed through those toilets.
Blissey
School's out for me. However, the day afterward, I come down with a nasty nasty nasty bout of diarrhea and vomiting. Big, big fun. It all started last night, at about midnight, I woke up feeling incredibly nauseous, and I ran to the bathroom. I didn't make it, and I puked all over the hall floor. If anyone needs to know, it looked like vegetable soup. My mom heard me puking and she rushed me to the bathroom, where I puked twice into the toilet, with her holding my hair back. I told her my stomach felt lots better, and she went to go clean up the mess. I got up from the toilet and went back to bed. This morning, I was having bad gas, and I just let out farts to take off the pressure. Shouldn't I have learned that there is ABSOLUTELY no safety valve??? I should have, but I didn't. I ran to the bathroom, and plunked my ass on the toilet seat. My butt literally THREW UP with a barrage of sloppy poop, farts, and splashing. It came out so hard, that gooey poo came out all over the sides of the toilet. I groaned as yucky turds rolled out of me, leaving my asshole smelly and icky. I wiped, flushed and left. I have to go again, so I'll continue with my story later. Toodles. Ugh.
School's out for me. However, the day afterward, I come down with a nasty nasty nasty bout of diarrhea and vomiting. Big, big fun. It all started last night, at about midnight, I woke up feeling incredibly nauseous, and I ran to the bathroom. I didn't make it, and I puked all over the hall floor. If anyone needs to know, it looked like vegetable soup. My mom heard me puking and she rushed me to the bathroom, where I puked twice into the toilet, with her holding my hair back. I told her my stomach felt lots better, and she went to go clean up the mess. I got up from the toilet and went back to bed. This morning, I was having bad gas, and I just let out farts to take off the pressure. Shouldn't I have learned that there is ABSOLUTELY no safety valve??? I should have, but I didn't. I ran to the bathroom, and plunked my ass on the toilet seat. My butt literally THREW UP with a barrage of sloppy poop, farts, and splashing. It came out so hard, that gooey poo came out all over the sides of the toilet. I groaned as yucky turds rolled out of me, leaving my asshole smelly and icky. I wiped, flushed and left. I have to go again, so I'll continue with my story later. Toodles. Ugh.
Alan
Brian at Sears: You mention how Sears does things right for their employees, with the great dinner buffet's and the soft toilet tissue in the men's restrooms. I think they should put stall doors to give you men a bit of privacy during your bowel movements. It's just a small thing, but you never know when a lady might mistakenly walk in and catch you 'on the bowls"
Brian at Sears: You mention how Sears does things right for their employees, with the great dinner buffet's and the soft toilet tissue in the men's restrooms. I think they should put stall doors to give you men a bit of privacy during your bowel movements. It's just a small thing, but you never know when a lady might mistakenly walk in and catch you 'on the bowls"
D-Love(optional)
To Brain at Sears;
I look forward to your stories everytime I browsed through this site. I am curious about something. Where do you live as in what city?
P. S.
Congratulations on your first child.
To Brain at Sears;
I look forward to your stories everytime I browsed through this site. I am curious about something. Where do you live as in what city?
P. S.
Congratulations on your first child.
Bethany
hello everyone! long time no post. it was glitching for a while on my computer. was it doing that for you all too?
first things first: i have to poo badly right now but my brother is in the shower.
next, i blocked the toilet the other day. i was at home waiting for my dad to come home and take me to my friends house. i was home alone and the toilet was just calling me since i hadn't gone in a day and a half or two days or something, and i had eaten a gigantic meal with lots of rice and meat, i was about ready to push a boulder out my backside. i figured this was no problem, so i went into the bathroom, pulled my drainpipes (my only pair, and my only clean pants) to just below my knees, and sat down on the toilet. i pushed until i was out of breath and it pretty much came out half way. by the laws of physics that i understood i figured the halfway point would be the hardest and it would only get easier from there. i did an interesting thing right then, because the pushing from my butt muscles was not enough to get the poo out. i lifted myself off the toilet for a moment, and pushed the poo down through my skin. if you have not tried it, i suggest you do. it kinda hurt my skin but within moments the poo was no longer stretching my hole and was now lying under the toilet water. i sighed in relief then reached behind myself and flushed. i heard that the toilet's flushing was muffled and i figured that was just my bum muffling it. but it did last too long. then i felt cold water touch my cheeks, and no sooner than i could get up it all spilled out from the seat, pouring all over the floor, my legs, and the back of my jeans. 'oh shit.' i said. then i added 'literally'. i didn't have anywhere to rest my stinky unwiped and soaked bottom, so i kinda just stayed on the toilet for ten minutes or so until i figured ishould do something. so i pulled up my pants, and went around the house to search for the toilet plunger. lucky me, it was in garage (what good would it do there???) and then... well actually i'll finish this in the next post. i gotta go! laterz!
B E T H A N Y
hello everyone! long time no post. it was glitching for a while on my computer. was it doing that for you all too?
first things first: i have to poo badly right now but my brother is in the shower.
next, i blocked the toilet the other day. i was at home waiting for my dad to come home and take me to my friends house. i was home alone and the toilet was just calling me since i hadn't gone in a day and a half or two days or something, and i had eaten a gigantic meal with lots of rice and meat, i was about ready to push a boulder out my backside. i figured this was no problem, so i went into the bathroom, pulled my drainpipes (my only pair, and my only clean pants) to just below my knees, and sat down on the toilet. i pushed until i was out of breath and it pretty much came out half way. by the laws of physics that i understood i figured the halfway point would be the hardest and it would only get easier from there. i did an interesting thing right then, because the pushing from my butt muscles was not enough to get the poo out. i lifted myself off the toilet for a moment, and pushed the poo down through my skin. if you have not tried it, i suggest you do. it kinda hurt my skin but within moments the poo was no longer stretching my hole and was now lying under the toilet water. i sighed in relief then reached behind myself and flushed. i heard that the toilet's flushing was muffled and i figured that was just my bum muffling it. but it did last too long. then i felt cold water touch my cheeks, and no sooner than i could get up it all spilled out from the seat, pouring all over the floor, my legs, and the back of my jeans. 'oh shit.' i said. then i added 'literally'. i didn't have anywhere to rest my stinky unwiped and soaked bottom, so i kinda just stayed on the toilet for ten minutes or so until i figured ishould do something. so i pulled up my pants, and went around the house to search for the toilet plunger. lucky me, it was in garage (what good would it do there???) and then... well actually i'll finish this in the next post. i gotta go! laterz!
B E T H A N Y
Keith D
To Veronika: You're right about different people having different reasons for their interest in all things toilet related. Even my own reasons seem complicated. I went from struggling with going to the toilet and feeling so bad about it, to being fascinated by other people's habits to try and work out what was wrong with me, to learning to enjoy it, and now sharing it with others. Glad to hear that other people enjoy the sensation too.
Again, fantastic description Veronika. Almost a literary masterpiece. So graphic that I feel like I'm there in that little room with you! Everyone here probably does. Loved how you exhaled in concert with your release into the waters below. So how many people here smoke when they're in the toilet? I met someone once who claimed that they only smoke when they're in the toilet. Well almost…
When I was about 19 I was over at a friend's house. We'd been playing video games and his mom had called us into the kitchen for lunch. The three of us sat and had sandwiches and my friend went outside to put his bike in the garage or something. As I sat there his mom pulled over an ash tray and lit up. She said she hoped I didn't mind. She said that she didn't really smoke much anymore, only one or two a day. Then turning sideways away from the table and crossing her legs, she made the comment that "I think that I really only keep smoking to help me to crap." There was kind of an awkward silence with his mom looking sideways out of the window and me staring straight down at the table. I guess I was sitting there imagining her sitting on the pot with her jeans down to her knees, leaning forward with a ciggy in her hand. It's funny, that image seems to be etched clearly into my mind, even though it wasn't a real picture just something I saw in my mind. The silence was only broken when my friend came back in and we went back to playing games.
Keep up the excellent stories!
To Veronika: You're right about different people having different reasons for their interest in all things toilet related. Even my own reasons seem complicated. I went from struggling with going to the toilet and feeling so bad about it, to being fascinated by other people's habits to try and work out what was wrong with me, to learning to enjoy it, and now sharing it with others. Glad to hear that other people enjoy the sensation too.
Again, fantastic description Veronika. Almost a literary masterpiece. So graphic that I feel like I'm there in that little room with you! Everyone here probably does. Loved how you exhaled in concert with your release into the waters below. So how many people here smoke when they're in the toilet? I met someone once who claimed that they only smoke when they're in the toilet. Well almost…
When I was about 19 I was over at a friend's house. We'd been playing video games and his mom had called us into the kitchen for lunch. The three of us sat and had sandwiches and my friend went outside to put his bike in the garage or something. As I sat there his mom pulled over an ash tray and lit up. She said she hoped I didn't mind. She said that she didn't really smoke much anymore, only one or two a day. Then turning sideways away from the table and crossing her legs, she made the comment that "I think that I really only keep smoking to help me to crap." There was kind of an awkward silence with his mom looking sideways out of the window and me staring straight down at the table. I guess I was sitting there imagining her sitting on the pot with her jeans down to her knees, leaning forward with a ciggy in her hand. It's funny, that image seems to be etched clearly into my mind, even though it wasn't a real picture just something I saw in my mind. The silence was only broken when my friend came back in and we went back to playing games.
Keep up the excellent stories!
Claire
To Anny: I suggest you start eating raw food instead of cooked food, getting rid of meat, milk, eggs, and wheat. By raw food, I don't mean any ordinary raw food. I mean fruitarian. Just for a while to get you cleaned out.
What I suggest, is that you eat LOTS of papayas, and their seeds. Papaya seeds have a bitter flavor so they should be swallowed (you can stir them into juice or a smoothie) but they are extreme bowel cleansers. Drink lots of cleansing juices and smoothies (no milk or yogurt, I mean get a blender and whip up your smoothies with fruits.
I'm sure this will help you because eating papaya seeds and just has really done the job for me.
To Anny: I suggest you start eating raw food instead of cooked food, getting rid of meat, milk, eggs, and wheat. By raw food, I don't mean any ordinary raw food. I mean fruitarian. Just for a while to get you cleaned out.
What I suggest, is that you eat LOTS of papayas, and their seeds. Papaya seeds have a bitter flavor so they should be swallowed (you can stir them into juice or a smoothie) but they are extreme bowel cleansers. Drink lots of cleansing juices and smoothies (no milk or yogurt, I mean get a blender and whip up your smoothies with fruits.
I'm sure this will help you because eating papaya seeds and just has really done the job for me.
Linda
I haven't had any trouble pooping this week. I've been going once or twice a day, which is great! I find that if I eat lots of fruit and ???? (not bananas - they made me constipated last week) I go twice per day. Nearly every day this week, I've done a poo in the morning before eating breakfast. Normally I have to eat breakfast first before I cen do a poo.
To Keith D: When I was a kid, I used to go camping with my grandfather quite often, mostly during school holidays. I can remember holding my poo in for a few days one time and then letting it out the day before we came home. I dropped a MASSIVE load of poo right next to my grandfather's 4 wheel drive. I remember he wasn't too impressed that I did a huge poo right next to his vehicle. Plus I didn't dig a hole first before doing my poo. He made me bury it all before we left!
To Poop
Another time when I was older (I was about 20), I went camping with some friends. I slept in a tent that got thrashed around in the wind and it wasn't very comfortable. As there were lots of other people camping in the area, I didn't want to do a poo and risk someone seeing my. I held on for 2 days and then I decided, I really needed to do a poo. On the third day, early in the morning, I went for a walk, well away from the camp site. I pulled my pants down and squatted. I spent about 20 minutes squeezing out LOADS of skinny turds. They were well formed but they came out easily - they just kept coming out!! I felt SO much better after that!
To Pooperazzi: Great story about how you answered the phone with a turd half way out!! I think I would've answered the phone aswell, it sounded urgent. It would be a strange feeling, having a turd poking out of your butt and not being anywhere near a toilet. Have you ever had to break a turd off, when you were in a hurry to do a poo? Have you ever had to do a difficult poo at a friend's place?
I haven't had any trouble pooping this week. I've been going once or twice a day, which is great! I find that if I eat lots of fruit and ???? (not bananas - they made me constipated last week) I go twice per day. Nearly every day this week, I've done a poo in the morning before eating breakfast. Normally I have to eat breakfast first before I cen do a poo.
To Keith D: When I was a kid, I used to go camping with my grandfather quite often, mostly during school holidays. I can remember holding my poo in for a few days one time and then letting it out the day before we came home. I dropped a MASSIVE load of poo right next to my grandfather's 4 wheel drive. I remember he wasn't too impressed that I did a huge poo right next to his vehicle. Plus I didn't dig a hole first before doing my poo. He made me bury it all before we left!
To Poop
Another time when I was older (I was about 20), I went camping with some friends. I slept in a tent that got thrashed around in the wind and it wasn't very comfortable. As there were lots of other people camping in the area, I didn't want to do a poo and risk someone seeing my. I held on for 2 days and then I decided, I really needed to do a poo. On the third day, early in the morning, I went for a walk, well away from the camp site. I pulled my pants down and squatted. I spent about 20 minutes squeezing out LOADS of skinny turds. They were well formed but they came out easily - they just kept coming out!! I felt SO much better after that!
To Pooperazzi: Great story about how you answered the phone with a turd half way out!! I think I would've answered the phone aswell, it sounded urgent. It would be a strange feeling, having a turd poking out of your butt and not being anywhere near a toilet. Have you ever had to break a turd off, when you were in a hurry to do a poo? Have you ever had to do a difficult poo at a friend's place?
Graham
Does anyone have any interesting experiences with people who clean the restrooms? Where I work the restroom cleaners are all women and its not uncommon to be using the facilities when there's a knock at the door, it opens a jar, and you hear the call "Housekeeping". This happened to me a few days ago. I was working late and had been feeling rather bloated for most of the day. By evening I was close to finishing my work for the day but decided I needed a break and what better way than to go sit on the toilet, relax and hopefully gain some relief. I hadn't been sitting long when I felt things start to move inside telling me there was a poo coming down and getting ready to come out. I felt the pressure building on the inside of my hole and very very slowly I felt my ring starting to open. Like many others I see here, that to me is one of the greatest sensations, feeling your hole slowly open as your turd starts to poke its nose out. I must have been totally absorbed in the sensations around my hole because I almost jumped off the toilet when I heard the door open and the call "Housekeeping". I was so startled I really didn't know what to say and the first thing that came out of my mouth was a stuttering "Ohhhhh........it's just starting to come out!" I instantly wished I hadn't been so honest and expected a somewhat caustic response, but to my amazement I got a reply that was unexpectedly sweet and understanding. "That's OK sweetie...now you just take your time...there's no hurry...I'll check back in a little bit". I muttered "OK" as confidently as I could and I heard the restroom door shut leaving me in peace and quiet once more.
I regained my composure, relaxed and went back to concentrating on the task in hand and enjoying the pleasures. During the excitement my asshole had closed up and forced my turd back in so now I had to start again, but I must admit I wasn't sorry, after all I could enjoy the feelings of my asshole opening again. And very slowly it did just that. I leaned forward and lost myself in the sensations in my ass as my ring expanded and my turd started to peek out at the waiting water once more. Slowly slowly it opened my hole and the feelings of it sliding past my stretching ring became quite simply, erotic. I moaned as it got so wide it started to hurt just a tiny bit, but that added even more to the pleasure. I soon realized however that it had stopped coming out. Its head was almost completely out, but not quite. My ring, already stretched wide, was reluctant to open any wider and I was left sitting there with what amounted to a huge stuck turtle head poking out of my hole.
The feelings in and around my hole were exquisite and I must have sat immersed in my pleasure for quite a few minutes because again I heard the restroom door open and the familiar call of "Housekeeping". I was startled once more although this time I managed to regain my composure and replied almost confidently "I'm sorry....it's still hanging....can I have another minute?" Her reply was even more disarming than before. "OK sweetheart, now don't you worry, you just sit there and take your time and you enjoy yourself for as long as you like, OK? Do you have everything you need...you got enough toilet paper there?" Involuntarily I looked at the rolls on the cubicle wall and replied "Yes, plenty thanks". "OK, I'll go do the ladies room so it'll be all nice and quiet for you", and the door closed once more.
Again I was left to my pleasures and it wasn't long before the pressure increased inside me and I felt things starting to move. Finally I had the full head out, and without a pause, the rest of my turd, ever so slowly, eased its way out. Within a minute I felt the pressure on my ring relax slightly then it was all over. It dropped silently into the waiting water and my hole closed up leaving me sitting there with a wonderfully satisfied feeling.
Does anyone have any interesting experiences with people who clean the restrooms? Where I work the restroom cleaners are all women and its not uncommon to be using the facilities when there's a knock at the door, it opens a jar, and you hear the call "Housekeeping". This happened to me a few days ago. I was working late and had been feeling rather bloated for most of the day. By evening I was close to finishing my work for the day but decided I needed a break and what better way than to go sit on the toilet, relax and hopefully gain some relief. I hadn't been sitting long when I felt things start to move inside telling me there was a poo coming down and getting ready to come out. I felt the pressure building on the inside of my hole and very very slowly I felt my ring starting to open. Like many others I see here, that to me is one of the greatest sensations, feeling your hole slowly open as your turd starts to poke its nose out. I must have been totally absorbed in the sensations around my hole because I almost jumped off the toilet when I heard the door open and the call "Housekeeping". I was so startled I really didn't know what to say and the first thing that came out of my mouth was a stuttering "Ohhhhh........it's just starting to come out!" I instantly wished I hadn't been so honest and expected a somewhat caustic response, but to my amazement I got a reply that was unexpectedly sweet and understanding. "That's OK sweetie...now you just take your time...there's no hurry...I'll check back in a little bit". I muttered "OK" as confidently as I could and I heard the restroom door shut leaving me in peace and quiet once more.
I regained my composure, relaxed and went back to concentrating on the task in hand and enjoying the pleasures. During the excitement my asshole had closed up and forced my turd back in so now I had to start again, but I must admit I wasn't sorry, after all I could enjoy the feelings of my asshole opening again. And very slowly it did just that. I leaned forward and lost myself in the sensations in my ass as my ring expanded and my turd started to peek out at the waiting water once more. Slowly slowly it opened my hole and the feelings of it sliding past my stretching ring became quite simply, erotic. I moaned as it got so wide it started to hurt just a tiny bit, but that added even more to the pleasure. I soon realized however that it had stopped coming out. Its head was almost completely out, but not quite. My ring, already stretched wide, was reluctant to open any wider and I was left sitting there with what amounted to a huge stuck turtle head poking out of my hole.
The feelings in and around my hole were exquisite and I must have sat immersed in my pleasure for quite a few minutes because again I heard the restroom door open and the familiar call of "Housekeeping". I was startled once more although this time I managed to regain my composure and replied almost confidently "I'm sorry....it's still hanging....can I have another minute?" Her reply was even more disarming than before. "OK sweetheart, now don't you worry, you just sit there and take your time and you enjoy yourself for as long as you like, OK? Do you have everything you need...you got enough toilet paper there?" Involuntarily I looked at the rolls on the cubicle wall and replied "Yes, plenty thanks". "OK, I'll go do the ladies room so it'll be all nice and quiet for you", and the door closed once more.
Again I was left to my pleasures and it wasn't long before the pressure increased inside me and I felt things starting to move. Finally I had the full head out, and without a pause, the rest of my turd, ever so slowly, eased its way out. Within a minute I felt the pressure on my ring relax slightly then it was all over. It dropped silently into the waiting water and my hole closed up leaving me sitting there with a wonderfully satisfied feeling.
Anny
Finally took a dump last night--but like Punk Rock Girl's story, it was both constipation AND diarrhea.
We had pizza for dinner last night, and sometimes pizza upsets my stomach, sometimes not. Sure enough, about half an hour after dinner I started getting nausea and stomach cramps from hell. I was cringing and at one point where the cramps hit me where I could not get up, I half rolled over and fought the urge to throw up. Finally when I could get myself up I made my way quickly to the bathroom. I sat down--and it was only gas. Figures.
I went back to the couch and watched the movie with my husband and about 10 minutes later the cramps hit me again, worse this time to the point I almost screamed. Instead I held my stomach and went "Ughhh!" Again when the cramps subsided enough so I could get up, I went back to the bathroom and almost lost it in my undies, but I got them down quick enough and sat down.
I had to kind of push at first and it felt like a knife against my hole. I relaxed for a few seconds and pushed gently.
These hard turds shot out, just like Punk Rock Girl described--like a cork shooting off of a champagne bottle. Blat, blat, blat, blat!! They shot out all at once. It hurt like HELL.
Then came a wave of diarrhea, with a lot of noisy gas. Finally I was done so I wiped and it was pretty messy, mixed with a bit of blood.
There was a lot of brown water and 3 or 4 3-inch turds.
My stomach felt a little softer but not by much.
Finally took a dump last night--but like Punk Rock Girl's story, it was both constipation AND diarrhea.
We had pizza for dinner last night, and sometimes pizza upsets my stomach, sometimes not. Sure enough, about half an hour after dinner I started getting nausea and stomach cramps from hell. I was cringing and at one point where the cramps hit me where I could not get up, I half rolled over and fought the urge to throw up. Finally when I could get myself up I made my way quickly to the bathroom. I sat down--and it was only gas. Figures.
I went back to the couch and watched the movie with my husband and about 10 minutes later the cramps hit me again, worse this time to the point I almost screamed. Instead I held my stomach and went "Ughhh!" Again when the cramps subsided enough so I could get up, I went back to the bathroom and almost lost it in my undies, but I got them down quick enough and sat down.
I had to kind of push at first and it felt like a knife against my hole. I relaxed for a few seconds and pushed gently.
These hard turds shot out, just like Punk Rock Girl described--like a cork shooting off of a champagne bottle. Blat, blat, blat, blat!! They shot out all at once. It hurt like HELL.
Then came a wave of diarrhea, with a lot of noisy gas. Finally I was done so I wiped and it was pretty messy, mixed with a bit of blood.
There was a lot of brown water and 3 or 4 3-inch turds.
My stomach felt a little softer but not by much.
Jessie (male)
hey Brian at Sears, good to hear from you as always. Your posts are great, because they are so 'real" never any talk about looking at each others dicks or other nonsence, just how you guys deal with shitting in doorless toilet stalls on a daily basis. You seem to inject humor when your all in there shitting and stinking up the bathroom (cool how you call it the mens lounge, I suspect your in the south) We had doorless stalls years ago when I worked at Westinghouse,a factory in Pa, but we had rows of cinder block small partitions separating them. the main mens restroom had 10 stalls on each side of the room facing each other, but it was not often that both sides were used at the same time, usually one side was corded off for cleaning, and then reversed, since it was a 24/7 operation plant. Keep up the great posts and good luck with the 'bambino"
hey Brian at Sears, good to hear from you as always. Your posts are great, because they are so 'real" never any talk about looking at each others dicks or other nonsence, just how you guys deal with shitting in doorless toilet stalls on a daily basis. You seem to inject humor when your all in there shitting and stinking up the bathroom (cool how you call it the mens lounge, I suspect your in the south) We had doorless stalls years ago when I worked at Westinghouse,a factory in Pa, but we had rows of cinder block small partitions separating them. the main mens restroom had 10 stalls on each side of the room facing each other, but it was not often that both sides were used at the same time, usually one side was corded off for cleaning, and then reversed, since it was a 24/7 operation plant. Keep up the great posts and good luck with the 'bambino"
Theodric
To Kathy,Karen and Sue:I really enjoy reading all your posts.So keep on posting!
To Kathy,Karen and Sue:I really enjoy reading all your posts.So keep on posting!
Keith D
To Pooperazzi: When I get constipated I have the same problem. The main difficulty is getting the head of the poop to emerge. And the problem seems to be that no matter how hard I push, my butthole remains rigid and clenched. Once it opens and the log gains some ground then the whole show moves along by itself. I too really need to concentrate to get my hole to relax and limber up.
To Punk Rock Girl: Ouch! You poor thing! I really sympathise. I've had some painful movements from constipation but nothing like that!. I really shared your pain through such a graphic description.
To Pooperazzi: When I get constipated I have the same problem. The main difficulty is getting the head of the poop to emerge. And the problem seems to be that no matter how hard I push, my butthole remains rigid and clenched. Once it opens and the log gains some ground then the whole show moves along by itself. I too really need to concentrate to get my hole to relax and limber up.
To Punk Rock Girl: Ouch! You poor thing! I really sympathise. I've had some painful movements from constipation but nothing like that!. I really shared your pain through such a graphic description.
Karen from MO
Hi everybody!
Well, today was not really an interesting day, just the usual routine, but I do have a little bit of a story to tell. Where I work, which is a fairly small two story office building, there are the normal employee bathrooms on the lower floor, but then there are bathrooms for the executive staff upstairs. Also, up on the roof of the building, in the janitorial storage area is another bathroom that I love using. There's never anyone around, so, even though the door doesn't lock, I never worry about anybody seeing me, because nobody is ever up there. Last night I ended up having to work late and didn't leave until close to midnight. I decided to use the restroom up on the roof before I left (It's not literally on the roof, but it's in a miniature third story, above the second one, and acessed with a spiral staircase) I climbed the staircase, and went in to the bathroom, which, being basically in a janitorial closet, is always the cleanest bathroom in the entire building, which is part of the reason I like using it. Also one entire wall of the little building is a huge glass window, and you can see the entire city while you do your business. It's really neat to watch, especially late at night after the sun goes down. I had just taken off my blazer and settled down on the toilet for a nice relaxing poo when the door opened and one of the janitors came in. He seemed embarrassed and said that he just needed to put some stuff away. I told him to go ahead, as I really didn't care if he saw me on the toilet, I've never been one to be terribly private about bathroom stuff, I mean, everybody has to do it at some point. Anyway, he put away his things and then after he left commented on how odd it was that I was using it, why wasn't I using the executive staff bathrooms downstairs, as I am actually a member of their "executive staff" I said I liked it better upstairs, and he said he could understand why. He left to go home, and I finished pooping, and got up. After I wiped, I pulled my trousers up and washed my hands before heading home.
That's all for now, but I hope I have more stories to tell soon!
P.S I noticed several pages back a Catholic priest named Fr. P was posting occasionally. As a lifelong Catholic, it's really cool to see a priest with interests like mine, I've never seen a priest who wasn't secretive about going to the toilet, it seems they never want you to know they're doing it, though I've never understood why
Ta-ta for now!
Hi everybody!
Well, today was not really an interesting day, just the usual routine, but I do have a little bit of a story to tell. Where I work, which is a fairly small two story office building, there are the normal employee bathrooms on the lower floor, but then there are bathrooms for the executive staff upstairs. Also, up on the roof of the building, in the janitorial storage area is another bathroom that I love using. There's never anyone around, so, even though the door doesn't lock, I never worry about anybody seeing me, because nobody is ever up there. Last night I ended up having to work late and didn't leave until close to midnight. I decided to use the restroom up on the roof before I left (It's not literally on the roof, but it's in a miniature third story, above the second one, and acessed with a spiral staircase) I climbed the staircase, and went in to the bathroom, which, being basically in a janitorial closet, is always the cleanest bathroom in the entire building, which is part of the reason I like using it. Also one entire wall of the little building is a huge glass window, and you can see the entire city while you do your business. It's really neat to watch, especially late at night after the sun goes down. I had just taken off my blazer and settled down on the toilet for a nice relaxing poo when the door opened and one of the janitors came in. He seemed embarrassed and said that he just needed to put some stuff away. I told him to go ahead, as I really didn't care if he saw me on the toilet, I've never been one to be terribly private about bathroom stuff, I mean, everybody has to do it at some point. Anyway, he put away his things and then after he left commented on how odd it was that I was using it, why wasn't I using the executive staff bathrooms downstairs, as I am actually a member of their "executive staff" I said I liked it better upstairs, and he said he could understand why. He left to go home, and I finished pooping, and got up. After I wiped, I pulled my trousers up and washed my hands before heading home.
That's all for now, but I hope I have more stories to tell soon!
P.S I noticed several pages back a Catholic priest named Fr. P was posting occasionally. As a lifelong Catholic, it's really cool to see a priest with interests like mine, I've never seen a priest who wasn't secretive about going to the toilet, it seems they never want you to know they're doing it, though I've never understood why
Ta-ta for now!
Mickey
To China Girl and Sita: You two girls are awesome. Wow, love the way you both had plugs in your asses that blew out and let all that liquid shit shoot out as well as those other lumps. Sita, I would love to have seen your ass just after you finished, and China Girl I bet your toilet nearly died with what came out of your ass.
Can I ask you both some questions pleeeeeze.
1. How often does this happen?
2. How much splash-back do you get normally? Like Sita had it all over her ass this time..
3. How often have you missed the inside of the bowl and got some on the outside?
4. How many times have you blown a plug in your panties and shit yourselves?.
5. How often have you blocked the toilet, and was it shit or paper or both that blocked it?
6. How much have you girls used those Asian squat toilets. Can you tell us about them?
Thanks Mickey
To China Girl and Sita: You two girls are awesome. Wow, love the way you both had plugs in your asses that blew out and let all that liquid shit shoot out as well as those other lumps. Sita, I would love to have seen your ass just after you finished, and China Girl I bet your toilet nearly died with what came out of your ass.
Can I ask you both some questions pleeeeeze.
1. How often does this happen?
2. How much splash-back do you get normally? Like Sita had it all over her ass this time..
3. How often have you missed the inside of the bowl and got some on the outside?
4. How many times have you blown a plug in your panties and shit yourselves?.
5. How often have you blocked the toilet, and was it shit or paper or both that blocked it?
6. How much have you girls used those Asian squat toilets. Can you tell us about them?
Thanks Mickey
IBS
To Mickey: I can relate to you almost exactly. The only difference is that I don't point up in the air when I get excited. Peeing while having your bowel movement is not easy at all though for guys once they reach puberty. I have been in your situation many times though. About all that I can tell you to do is to completely take your mind off of your "excitement" by thinking about other things such as a math test. I never had that problem though until I was circumcised in 2004. No matter which way it would point when erect, my pee would just dribble out through the foreskin and into the toilet.
If I can think of anything else, I will post later.
Now for stories:
Yesterday was a weird day in the bowel department. I went when I woke up yesterday morning. Somewhere around 2:00 PM, I had to go again. However, I was becoming constipated. So, I finished up and left. Later that evening when I took my shower, I had to go again,but nothing really came out because I was definately constipated by then. I tried several more times to go before I went to bed at 12:30. This morning when I woke up, I was still constipated, so I took a suppository and within about 10 minutes, success! It hit me very fast and I almost had an accident.
A few days ago, I was hanging with a friend. He told me that that he had to take a crap and it was sudden. We have been firends for many years, so we were comfortable about going in front of each other, so he talked me into going with him. Well, about as soon as he got up, he lost control. He filled up his boxer-briefs instanly and left a puddle of pee on the floor. He had a hard time cleaning up and he was totally embarrassed about the accident until I convinced him that I have done the same thing.
Oh well, gotta go. If I have anymore stories, I will post later.
To Mickey: I can relate to you almost exactly. The only difference is that I don't point up in the air when I get excited. Peeing while having your bowel movement is not easy at all though for guys once they reach puberty. I have been in your situation many times though. About all that I can tell you to do is to completely take your mind off of your "excitement" by thinking about other things such as a math test. I never had that problem though until I was circumcised in 2004. No matter which way it would point when erect, my pee would just dribble out through the foreskin and into the toilet.
If I can think of anything else, I will post later.
Now for stories:
Yesterday was a weird day in the bowel department. I went when I woke up yesterday morning. Somewhere around 2:00 PM, I had to go again. However, I was becoming constipated. So, I finished up and left. Later that evening when I took my shower, I had to go again,but nothing really came out because I was definately constipated by then. I tried several more times to go before I went to bed at 12:30. This morning when I woke up, I was still constipated, so I took a suppository and within about 10 minutes, success! It hit me very fast and I almost had an accident.
A few days ago, I was hanging with a friend. He told me that that he had to take a crap and it was sudden. We have been firends for many years, so we were comfortable about going in front of each other, so he talked me into going with him. Well, about as soon as he got up, he lost control. He filled up his boxer-briefs instanly and left a puddle of pee on the floor. He had a hard time cleaning up and he was totally embarrassed about the accident until I convinced him that I have done the same thing.
Oh well, gotta go. If I have anymore stories, I will post later.
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