Total Pageviews

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Lauren Reply to Connor and a story

Connor: you are too sweet! That's so nice of you to feel bad about my accident at work. I am an account for a very demanding legal firm. My boss is kind of a jerk and likes to put things off until the last minute. On that particular day I was trying to finish expenditure reports for the entire fiscal year. It was something I thought the other accountant had taken care of and was dumped on me that day. You asked if it was hot where I lived. Yes! I live in Arizona. The other day it was 118 degrees out! Let me know if you have any other questions.
Now for my story: last night I took my kids to go see fireworks. There is a canal we go watch them by evey year. It's by a big festival going in but not part of it she because of that there aren't any port a potties or really any private spots to relieve yourself. We had been there a few hours when my daughters needed to pee. Like I said, there is no where to go so I was very happy we had my van. My husband stayed to keep our spot and I headed with my kids to the parking lot to pee in the car. While we were waking there, we passed a woman and her daughter. The daughter was probably around 5 and was clearly desperate to pee. I heard her mom say she would have to hold it or miss the fireworks since there was no where to go. I immediately thought of car mom and how she would offer use of her car. Quickly, before I lost the nerve, I approached the woman and told her that her daughter was welcome to come pee in my car with my kids. At first she said no but her daughter begged. Finally she gave in and we walked to my car. My kids climbed in the very back and I told out new friend she could go wherever. She climbed into the front passenger seat and immediately pulled her pants down and starting peeing. She must of really had to go. She had a huge smile on her face. When she was done her mom thanked me and went to walk wear, but I stopped her and asked if she had to go. Reluctantly she answered she really did. I told her she could use my car as well and she agreed. She pulled her pants down and sat where her daughter sat. Unfortunately she couldn't get her pee stream started she eventually gave up. I guess she had to hold it all night. Car mom: has that ever happened to anyone you let use your car? I imagine it would be difficult for someone used to only peeing on the toilet to let go in someone's car. The rest of the night was very uneventful. We did see some nice fireworks but I wasn't wondering where everyone peed at.
That's all for now!
Lauren


Bill F

A couple comments, and more about myself

Car Mom: You've mentioned on several occasions that you don't like poop, but you've also told about how if Kaylee has to poop, she would have to poop her pants. Instead of having to clean a pair of dirty panties later, try having a plastic bag or other container for her to go into, then just throw the bag out later. I'm not sure if other people have said the same thing, but you won't have to clean any panties, and Kaylee won't have to sit in a mess. You could also try this with Kaylee's friends, should the occasion ever arise. Take care, and Happy 4th of July!
Tim: I've really enjoyed your stories about Sally and yourself. They remind me quite a bit of when I was that age! Do you have any other stories of when you and Sally were around 8 years old? Age 8 was my favourite year with regards to my treehouse. Take care, and Happy 4th of July!
About a year after that first experience with Lisa, we had a new addition to our family; a baby sister named Samantha. Ever since she was a baby, she had an odd, but VERY regular bowel routine. I first noticed this when she was 8 months old. She was crawling around, playing whatever imagination game in her head, when all of a sudden I heard quite a loud fart, "BRRRRRRRPPPPPPPT", I knew right away it was her, because I had never heard a fart like that before. Before I could point a finger, there was another one, just like it. Then she put on her bug eyes, as I call it, stuck her tushie in the air, and started pooping. 5 minutes later, she was getting her diaper changed.
From then on, every time I heard one of those 'per-poop' farts, the whole house knew what was coming. This routine was very helpful during potty training. As soon as one of us heard the signal fart, she was rushed to the toilet. It was almost a game, really. If the second fart, the 'no going back' fart came before she got her pants down, she lost. If she got them down before the second fart, she won. This period between the signal fart and the no going back fart was what I called the "bowel survival zone". By the time she was potty trained at 2 and a half years old, the bowel routine had stuck. Even after getting potty trained, she would have to dash to the nearest toilet after the first fart. This became a bit of a problem when we were somewhere without any toilets around, for example on a road trip. Most of the time, we were lucky to finish the trip before the signal fart. There were a few times when the signal fart had come during the trip.
For example, we were heading up to our grandparents' house in Utah. She must have been 5 About halfway there, there it was. "BRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPT" came the first fart, which always sounded the same. It can smell different, depending on what she's eaten, seafood seems to smell the worst coming out. After that fart, she had a very worried look on her face. For the next 10 minutes, she tried desperately to hold it. Despite her trying to hold on, the second 'no going back' fart came out. This was the sign of defeat, and she couldn't hold it any more. Very quickly, the back of her pants ballooned out. A third fart came out, signalling she was finished. My dad found a spot to pull over, and we threw the panties out, they were beyond repair.
To this day, the routine holds. Though her holding time has gotten better, she still has a max. of 20 minutes to get to the toilet after the first fart. It seems she can only poop in this routine, and her bowels are "strict", if that's the right word. She's tried pooping at other times, but never succeeded. Luckily, she can fart without dashing to the toilet, and these farts are nothing compared to the pre- and after-poop farts, though she has cleared out rooms on several occasions after seafood.
This bowel routine can become the rage of the house when it strikes, and we should be glad it happens regularly. At least we don't have to deal with any constipation! Happy 4th of July, everyone!
See ya next time!


To Katie

Hi. Welcome. Do you have any stories about pooping in the bucket, growing up?

Where do you let your daughter pee at home?


Mr. Clogs

Comments

Alexa: Interesting story considering you're in NYC and you know how they are and can be. When you gotta go you got to handle your business regardless of the consequences.

Punk Rock Girl: How are you? It's been a while, enjoyed your post about using the restroom and big spider coming out from where the paper was. Keep us posted if anything.

Jamal: I enjoyed your story about your friend Michelle and laying some serious logs on the newspapers.

Katie: Hello Katie and welcome! Yes I was the one who asked Aubrie about you and your family on how they went to the bathroom. People can be unfortunately judgmental, but I can see why your parents were concerned about water and the environment. Hopefully you can share some of your posts of your upbringing and what you do in this present time. Thanks for sharing and look forward to your posts.

Holding Girl: I see why you call yourself the Holding Girl. Wow is all I can say.

That's all for now and for folks on this side of the giant pond Happy 4th Of July Holiday to you and happy peeing and pooping.

Mr. Clogs


JW

To: Desperate Jill

I found your post (as well as your stories on "LiveJournal") most interesting. I have always had a great interest in what happens in a girl's restroom. Your analysis is fascinating!
Your "poop shyness" is very much akin to mine, I'm a hard pooper, I too have to bear down A LOT, grunting seems to be a natural part of that. It was the part of college I HATED. Our dorm bathroom had four stalls for about thirty guys. It is important for me to maintain a "regular" poop time or I get REALLY backed up so invariably I would have to sit there struggling to poop, while trying not to making any noise. Those poops always seemed the hardest. I don't know why grunting always helps the process, but for me it surely does.
What I don't understand is how your need to "make lots of grunting noises, [and] really bear down" aligns with desperation to poop? For me, if I don't FORCE myself to poop on a regular basis I just wouldn't poop at all!!! As a child that's what WOULD happen with me ending up over my mother knees with an enema tube up me!!!!


Natasha
I have good news today - I've not been constipated lately. Quite unusually for me, I've had a poo every single day for nearly a week, starting on Sunday. I'm not sure exactly what changed, but I'll be glad if I can keep it up.

Well, on to my story. Yesterday afternoon, Bethany and I went swimming. We'd been there for a while when I started feeling an urge to poo. I told Bethany I needed a poo and then walked to the changing room. There were two cubicles off in one corner of the room and because everyone was in the pool, both were available.

I went in one, sat down and weed just a little, before I started to poo. A smooth poo came out and made a splash. I had a few more small poos that made small plops. Then I heard someone come in to the changing room and practically run over to the other cubicle and immediately they started having what sounded like a wet, messy poo. It was very smelly too.

I pushed out a fairly long poo and then a soft shorter one and then I felt done. The other girl was still pooing away noisily. I quickly wiped myself, still being thorough, and flushed. I washed my hands and went back to the pool and enjoyed the rest of the swim with Bethany.


Amelia

My most recent toilet trip

It had been about 5 days since my last crap. My diet for the past five days has been: About 25 shrimp, a little bit of fast food, Middle Eastern Food, 2 loaves of French Bread, ramen noodles, and about 12 slices of pizza. Every day for the past 5 days I've tried to poo. I haven't gotten a drop out of myself. Finally though, today I got the urge to poo. I waited until my household was asleep, and then I crept my way into the bathroom. I kicked off my pants and panties when I sat on the toilet. I got out my Ipod to occupy me while I hopefully pooed. After about 2 minutes, I started pooting. I let out about three poots. They didn't stink that much, and made a soft noise. I didn't pay that much attention to it though, as I was occupied with my Ipod. I opened my butt wide. Finally, I started feeling poo come out of my butthole. I heard two plops, the first louder than the second. And PU, did the bathroom stink after that. It had a musty smell. It was one of the strongest smells of poop I had ever smelled. I wiped myself with 12 different pieces of toilet paper before I was fully clean. The first time I did, a big streak of poo was on it. I stood up to flush, but first I checked out what I had made. I saw a log about an inch wide and 6 inches long on the bottom of the toilet. Above it was a little floating turd. After I got a glimpse of it, I flushed and pulled up my pants. I washed my hands and left the bathroom.


Mr. Clogs

Post 4th of July dump, it was good.

Hello everybody, I hope everyone is doing well and enjoying the holiday weekend. Not much really just want to share a quick post of my post 4th of July dump. It's Friday and I had my usual 2 cups of java and I was ready to poop. I had to finish drinking my coffee and get to the toilet before I poop on myself. I made a dash to the restroom and wiped down the toilet seat before I sit down and enjoy my morning poop. I tend to go in the mornings so I ready! While wiping the seat down, I let some poop out while I was getting ready to take off my undies to sit down, just a small stain nothing major. I sat on the bowl and let my bowels flow and filling the bowl with a nice healthy load from the salads and beef ribs I had yesterday on the 4th. I stayed on the toilet bowl for at least 25 minutes handling my business in morning enjoying making poop in the toilet bowl and filling the air in the bathroom with the fresh healthy smell of poop. I didn't really pee that much either towards the end of my bowel movement. It felt good and it help me to alleviate some stress unrelated to the holiday which took care of that issue. I wiped with some toilet paper, put my undies and shorts back on, washed my hands and of course flushed the toilet. I hope everyone enjoyed my post and look forward to your post holiday stories.

--Mr. Clogs


John-on-the-John

Response to Sean's survey

1) do you enjoy pooping? Yes
2)when having to poop,Do you go right away or hold it and for how long? I wait a few minutes after the first sign, so that I don't have to go again that day
3)do you have pre-pooping farts? Occasionally
4)how far do you pull your your pants/underpants when sitting on toilet? I pull both down to my ankles
5)when its time to wipe, Do you fold the tp neatly or bunch & Crinkle it? I can tell if it's likely to be messy, when I might do any of the alternatives you suggest. I usually pull off 2 squares from the tp roll, and wipe with them double
6) do you sit or stand up to wipe? Sit, every time
7) how often do you get constipated? Never, really
8) what do you do to relieve yourself when constipated? Sometimes I might find it difficult to 'go' if I am leaving the house earlier than my normal evacuation, but I also 'sit' for a few minutes, and push once or twice. I might get off the toilet and squat for a minute or two, and if there are signs of success, I get back quickly on the toilet. Sometimes it works by alternatively lifting my left and right buttock.
9) when going pottie in a public restroom and you find that there is no tp, What do you do? I always carry some tissue in my pocket or in the car, in case ... Also, some wet wipes if there is no soap to wash my hands.
10)do you use seat covers on public restroom toilets? No, but I wipe the seat with some paper.


Steven A

To Tyler

Tyler, I've been busy with band practice. I had to march in town's Fourth Of July Parade. (Which is the 2ND largest in ????) Well, my poops have been regular if your wondering. I've never forgot about this site. I will continue to post when I can.


Crimson Flash

To Desperate Jill

Desperate Jill (and others who are interested), you mentioned you are interested in female desperation. I'm a guy, but if you're interested I can talk about a couple experiences of a few girls I knew being desperate both indoors and outdoors.


Bloated Butt

To Tyler

You can still have big turds if you eat lots of fiber and try to space your BMs to every couple of days. I don't go every day and I regularly produce very large BMs. I also eat a lot every day. Maybe you should try to eat a whole bunch in one day, then hold your poop in when you get the urge? Repeat the process the next day: don't poop, eat lots of fruit and vegetables and fiber. Make sure you really load up! You want to get big and bloated, and hold it all inside of you. If you feel it poking out, clench really tight and suck it back in. Try to do this for, say, three days in a row, and by the end of the third day you're gonna have a massive brown egg just dying to be laid. Assuming you drink lots of water and eat healthily, you shouldn't worry about being constipated. Just sit down and relax as a massive thick log slides out and stretches your anus really wide.

I think having a huge poop is a very relaxing and pleasurable experience. It feels good to get rid of a big and heavy load. I like to let my poop build up over a couple of days. I make sure to eat lots of fiber-rich food, and whenever I feel the tip of a log poking out of my butt I just suck it back in. I love the feeling of just lounging around in my underwear as more and more poop piles up in my colon, building into an immense heavy log of dense compacted feces. I clench my soft globular buttcheecks to keep it from coming out, letting it get bigger and bigger, more and more packed, making my butt feel like its stuffed with potatoes and grapefruits. Once I was laying on my stomach on my bed in my underwear, reading a book, when my boyfriend came and playfully slapped my butt and made it jiggle. I was so full of poop that I farted, and it was all I could do to keep from pooping a gigantic load right then and there. My boyfriend just laughed, he had no idea!

After a couple of days I finally sit on the toilet and let it all out. Since I eat so much fiber and drink so much water, the poop is still somewhat soft yet firm, like clay. It isn't that hard to push it out. Of course, if I waited much longer than two days it WOULD become too hard, but I know my body pretty well. Usually all I have to do is grab my buttcheeks and spread them to accomodate the turds, which are usually very wide and thick. My biggest are at least 3 inches, and I think my record is close to 3 and a half inches. But usually they're about 2 and half inches in diameter. I prefer to go when no one is home so I can grunt and push if I need to, and also because I typically fart a lot after I get the first log out.


Annie

Constipation to mushy crap

My stomach has been upset since Thursday. I had a load of mushy crap that morning and since then my stomach has been feeling pretty iffy. I managed to do a giant poop on Sunday about a foot long but since then I've been having mushy crap every day at least once. Not quite diarrhea but kind of mushy/watery. I am not hungry either and have been drinking a lot of fluids.

What's going on with me? I've gone from one extreme to the other.


Unknown Dumper

Hi to Sydney

Hi, Sydney!

Sounds like you have great stories! I'm looking forward to hearing them.

Also, I'd like you to answer a few questions I have, please. This is a questionnaire I've just come up with:

1. How far do you pull down your pants and underwear? Knees or ankles?
2. Do you sometimes soak toilet paper before wiping? It makes cleaning your bottom easier.
3. Did you run out of toilet paper while seated upon the toilet and had to get a new roll yourself?
4. Was there a time when you fell asleep on the toilet?
5. If you had a devoted and uderstanding boyfriend/girlfriend, would you let him/her wipe your bottom for you?
6. Do you sometimes talk to people while on the toilet?


Friday, July 05, 2013


Sorry I forgot to put my name on my last post. It's the one about me being allowed to poo my pants in my mums car.
I nearly did that this morning as I was driving to work. I'm 49 now so there's no way on earth I was going to let that happen and I clenched for dear life untill I got to work. When I got to work I had about 25 minutes to spare before my start time which was good and I went to the toilet with seconds to spare. I sat down and immediately began to push out loads of soft turds. It was a huge relief and everything came out. The toilet stank and I had to wipe a lot. God knows what mess my pants would've been in if I hadn't made it and thank god I did.


Yvonne

Sean's Survey Questions.

Hi Sean, here are my answers to your survey questionnaire:

1. Do you enjoy pooping?
Yes, I do. Except when I am ill. I always enjoy the wonderful feeling that I get when my bowels are completely empty.

2. When having a poop. Do you go right away, or hold it and for how long?
I have always tried to hold my poop as long as I can. I like to sit on the toilet and feel my ???? churning, wanting to go, holding on, and on, and on, until my body takes over and I just explode into the pan.

3. Do you have pre pooping farts?
Yes, often. I have sometimes erred as I blew off and it was a wet one, messing my panties.

4. How far do you pull your pants/underpants down when sitting on the toilet?
I always slip my panties right down Sean. Dow to my ankles because it means I am free to open my thighs, to bend, caress my ???? if I have a bad stomach ache.

5. When its time to wipe. Do you fold the tp neatly or bunch and crinkle it?
Set procedure for me always. First wipe is with padded and folded paper, to absorb as much a possible. Second wipe is where I fold the paper into a point and push it inside my anus to clean thoroughly. Final wipes are always with paper crinkled, sometimes this has to be three or four more wipes.

6. Do you sit or stand to wipe?
Stand.

7. How often do you get constipated?
Not often, thank god. I try to eat good, wholesome foods, lots of vegetables and fruit.

8. What do you do to relieve yourself when constipated?
I normally use a glycerin based suppository/

9. When going pottie in a public restroom, and you find there is no tp, What do you do?
I always carry wet wipes in my shoulder bag.

10. Do you use seat covers on public restroom toilets?
No.


STEVE

PUNK ROCK GIRL QUERY FROM PAGE 910 (A BLAST FROM THE PAST!)

Since I replied to desperate Jill a few posts ago, here is an old post from PRG that is still around which she asks a question...


Punk Rock Girl
To CURIOUS:

Usually when I tke a dump, I just sit down and go. I don't pull my cheeks apart. I've tried it a few times, but have found that it makes no difference at all for me. Plus, I kind of prefer the way it feels coming out from between my cheeks than having it just fall out with my cheeks spread apart. I don't know why. But as far as making it easier to clean myself afterwards, it doesn't make a difference, as I'm usually pretty clean unless I have diarrhea.

Have you ever noticed on TV or in movies when they show a guy sitting down on the toilet, they never show him adjusting his position or tucking his penis between his legs. He just sits and shits. Don't guys usually tuck it between their legs so they can pee at the same time? My boyfriend does. I know I usually pee when I take a dump. How many guys here do or don't do that?

Peace!
PRG

I ALWAYS SIT BACK FAR ENOUGH TO LET THE PACKAGE FIND ITS PLACE AND PEE...I DON'T EVER RECALL LETTING IT SIT ON THE SEAT OR BOWL...I WILL SCOOT UP OR LEAN OVER A BIT TO WIPE, BUT MOST TIMES IT IS DOWN IF I AM PEEING OR NOT...THAT IS MOST TIMES! LOL.. BEST, STEVE


Mike

Sean's Survey

1. do you enjoy pooping? Yes because I go 2 times or more
2. when having to poop, Do you go right away or hold it and for how long? I usually can hold it for a 1/2 hour or more
3. do you have pre pooping farts? Sometimes
4. how far do you pull your pants/underpants while sitting on the toilet? At Home all the way down, In Public I pull them to my knee length
5. when its time to wipe, Do you fold the tp neatly or bunch it & Crinkle it? I usually bunch it
6. do you sit or stand to wipe? I sometimes do both
7. how often do you get constipated? Rarely
8. what do you do to relieve yourself when constipated? I usually eat grains
9. when going pottie in a public restroom and find that there is no tp, What do you do? I will check another stall or use my underpants
10. do you use seat covers on public restroom toilets? Sometimes yes or no or else I use tp


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Alexa great pooping and peeing story it sounds like you really had to go and I bet you felt pretty ood afterwards to and I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Punk Rock Girl as always another great story sounds like your gonna to have great story to tell to people and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Jamal as always another great story about Michelle it sounds like she had a really great poop and gave you a great show to and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Katie first welcome to the site weve heard alot of great stories about you from Aubrie and can wait to hear from you thanks.

To: Sydney it sounds like you were having a rough time at least you made it to the toilet without an accident and I bet you felt pretty great once you were finaly done and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Krista first welcome to the site and great story it sounds like you had a really good cleanout outside and a tape to remember that night just for you and anyone you ever want to see it and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.

To: Holding Girl first welcome to the site and great story it sounds like you really had to go alot and I bet you felt really great and maybe a little lighter afterwards and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.

To: Bill F great story about watching you friend poop I bet that memory will last for ever and I look forward to reading more posts like that thanks.

To: Shely great peeing story.

To: Desperate Jill great story.

To: Tim as always another great story about Sally shes really lucky t have a great friend like you to help her out when she needs it and I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Jasmin K as awlays another great story it sounds like constipation is getting a little worse for you I hope you are able to find something that can make it easier for you and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Yvonne as always another great story it sounds like you had a pretty rough time luckily your friend Alice was to help you out the 2nd time and I bet that brought your friendship even closer together and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Dug great story.

Well thats all for now.

Sincerly Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Anonymous College Guy
@Tyler: Wow dude great post, sounds like you had some great dumps as a teen. Have you tried eating more to see if those kinda bowel movements come back?

I pushed out the most pleasurable crap in awhile just the other morning. Lately everytime I go poop its been the same; several small pieces and never feeling that 'emptied' relieved sensation afterwards. Its a bit frustrating since the only movements I enjoy having are the thick log ones that stretch out my colon.

Well I finally got an urge and sat on the toilet, and to my surprise a huge, thick, VERY warm mass of poop came sliding out. The pleasure didnt stop though when I finished, my insides still felt loose/warm when all was done and I was loving every moment of it. I especially enjoy that light-weighted feeling you only get after passing heavy duty dumps. :)

I think I may go to the gym today and use the lockerroom's stalls. If I go at just the right time perhaps Ill hear all kinds of bowel movements after the 4th of July which should sound interesting. Will keep you guys posted!

Also quick question, anyone know some good places to have buddy dumps besides school? Nowhere I go ever seems to be busy... Im thinking the mall or library are good options. Anyway if anyone has suggestions lemme know.


Karen
Hi I am a 22 year old girl, 5 foot 11" tall with long brown hair.

Yesterday in work after lunch I was sitting at my desk when my rear end began to feel rather heavy as if I had a number 2 coming.

The girls who I sit with and I are quite close and we often talk about our toilet habits and things like that and we often tell each other when we go to the loo. I said quietly and jokingly 'Im off to the loo for a bit'

I opened the door into the ladies bathroom. There were 6 toilets, 3 on one side and 3 on the other. As the building was really old, there were no cubicles on the toilets which always makes it slightly awkward in the workplace.

I went to the toilet closest to the door on the left hand side as it had the fewest skid-marks and cleanest seat. I pushed my mid shin-length skirt down and rolled it up at my ankles. I did the same with my jet-black tights before pulling my pants to my knees. (I usually pull everything to my knees but as I was wearing a pencil skirt I couldn't have opened my legs far enough to wee so I pulled everything to my ankles.)

I sat my thighs on the cold seat and screwed my face up at how cold it was. I shuffled around until I was entirely comfy.

I didn't force my bottom and I decided to let it come naturally. After about 5 minutes, nothing had came but a little fart. I began to strain a little bit but still nothing came.

I pushed frantically a couple of times and I thought a little bit may have slid out but I stood up and looked in the loo to see nothing! after a couple more strains I decided that it just wasn't going to happen and stopped trying. As it was my 'lady-time' I changed myself down there before wiping my bum once. I then pulled my pants and tights to my waist and then hiked up my skirt before washing my hands.

I walked back to my desk and jade asked me "everything go ok?" as we often say to each other when someone has been for a poo. I replied to her "I couldn't go". This made me quite grumpy as I sat at my desk as I definitely needed a poo but just couldn't do one.

An hour later though, A fart ripped out itself without control. It made a gurgly noise and stank. everyone around about me smelled it and jade said "i'd go and try again if I were you" I agreed and made my way to the ladies loo again.

I took the same toilet I was on previously and pushed my skirt to my ankles along with my tights, I pushed my pants right down this time too.

I sat my thighs on the loo and didn't even have to push some runny poo out of my bum. I relaxed right away. Several big long pieces fell out afterwards.

Jade walked in and said "I can judge from the smell that youre doing okay?" I said that I was and was so relieved to get it out. She pulled her tights to her knees and sat on the toilet across from me. She was wearing a grey puffy skirt and she just pulled it upwards when she went on the toilet.

Small pieces of poo kept falling from my bum cheeks as I sat and talked to jade across from me. She was really good though as she obviously heard me having a poo but didn't laugh when she heard it plop or when I farted or made a face. I saw between her legs that she was peeing and when that eventually stopped I noticed that she didn't pull her tights up so I thought that she may be doing a poo as well.

she said though "I may as well sit here with you for a bit as my bus doesn't come for half an hour" I asked her "are you having a poo too?" she said "no I pushed a minute ago to see if I did but nothing came so ill just sit here until you're done."

Shortly afterwards, I said I was ready to wipe so stood up ever so slightly and I pulled off a thick piece of loo roll and wiped the runny stuff from the front of my bum. I used another 4 pieces and got quite far inside. Jade wiped her front once before pulling her tights and pants up while sat on the toilet. she stood up, flushed and let her skirt down. I flushed before I stood up. I stood up naked and pulled up my tights and pants together before pulling up my skirt to my waist. We washed our hands and both left work for that day.

I go on holiday tomorrow and I may have a new story over there. I don't poo that much and it is rare that I ever 'go for a poo' it is usually when im on the loo peeing that I will fart and then I get an urge to do a small one, do any other girls get this?


Tim

Sally and the Treehouse

Hi, Tim here with a story from my childhood. I think I've told you that when Sally and I were both young, we had a treehouse in the woods that we used to play in. I've been inspired by Bill F's stories about treehouse toilets to tell you my own story. Anyway, for a toilet, we had balcony at the back of the treehouse called "the bathroom" (we were 8 years old at the time, by the way), which was a balcony with a long wooden plank with 6 holes cut in it hanging over a pit dug below in the ground. There was no privacy, of course, but nobody cared about that. My group of friends (myself, Sally, a girl called Billie and my other friend Kevin) would spend hours down there, often sleeping in the treehouse overnight, so the toilets got quite a lot of use. One time, I woke up in the middle of the night with a desperate urge to poo, so I went outside to find Billie sitting on one of the seats, pyjama bottoms at her ankles, sweating and quietly moaning. "Hi." I said to her and dropped my pants and sat next to her, letting out some soft brown poop as I watched her drop liquid. She just smiled back, saying, "I'm alright, just a little liquid poop. Come on, let's go to bed." With that she wiped her bum with some toilet paper, gave the roll to me, pulled up her pants and went back inside the treehouse. I wasn't finished pooping, so I just sat there and continued to drop soft brown poo. Sally came out for a pee and we talked softly for a while, then we finished, wiped and went back inside to sleep. This story is to be continued, another time.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Jasmin K

School Toilets

Hi 
Ive been quite busy lately and have a new BF who seems to understand or accept my stomach and poo problems, he comes in the bathroom with me and gives massages my ???? and also squeezes and presses on my ???? especially if its swollen due to hard poo inside.More on that later. When I went in the toilets at the morning break there were a pair of knickers on the floor nect to one of the toilets which were full of poo. It looked quite firm, not a diarrhea accident,and they wernt there before school started. I was on the toilet for about 40 minutes,right up till the buzzer went, they were in the cubical next to the one was in and the girl who went in there only left just before me and I heard her straining and pebbles dropping followed by more straining and a log splashing down. I am assuming it must have been someone who got excused from lessons and did it on the way to the toilets.. If I hear any more I will post. 
Ive got bad, really bad constipation again which Ive now had for over a week. I had tried that morning but just had a small log, however on Wednesday evening I had a ???? ache and sat on the toilet straining but It just wouldnt come out,my bum hole bulged down like there was a big lump of poo to come out but even pushing up on eitherside of my bum hole as I strained didnt help. I heard the door bell and my sister answered it letting my BF in who went in the front room. I heard him ask her where I was and she giggled and said shes in the bathroom. I texted his phone and said he could come up if he wanted as my mum was out (he seems to like watching and helps and doesnt get pissed off when I pass wind during straining)I told him I had a belly ache and needed to go before going out. He rubbed on my ???? whilst I strained and strained making my bum really bulge and the inside like a red pipe protrude out. After straining hard again a couple of pebbles came out. I decieded to leave it and used 2 fingers to push the protrusion back up inside and wiped. We went to my room and had fun!! - this BF, unlike previous ones, is not phazed by my ???? or the inside pushing out.. anyway despite my usuall toilet routene i didnt manage to poo untill this morning when it took me about an hour to produce a huge thick hard knobbly log.I had taken the precaution of taking paracetamol before breakfast as I knew this poo was going to hurt. As soon as I sat and strained the tip poked out but as I strained and strained my bum bulged and the tip dissapeared ( i know I was feeling with my fingers as I strained) I pushed up the bulge and strained and the tip and about 3 inches of log emerged which was getting fatter, I strained again and it moved another couple of inches stretching my already sore bum. When the fattest bit came through it made my eyes water. it was about 10 inches long and in the middle it was like my arm in thickness. 
Jas K 


Yvonne

Massive Library Dump

I had a couple of days this week where I had the feeling I wanted to have a poop then went to the ladies and sat, pushing, resting, straining to go, feeling my anus start to open then, as my effort to push got the better of me and I relaxed, my anus would close again. As usual I tried the soft spot between my vagina and my anus, massaging with my index finger to stimulate a bowel movement, I tried to squat with my knees tucked right into my stomach, bum almost touching the floor of the toilet, all failed. I hate to take any laxative, suppository or other, except when I am menstruating, so the first two days of the week passed with me feeling more and more bloated, constantly in pain, nagging, tormenting ???? aches all day. 

Eventually, after two days, in the evening I took a double dose of Lactulose, the laxative I first had in the hospital when I had terrible constipation after an operation to set a broken leg. It had really emptied me in a way cleaner and more thoroughly than any laxative I had ever bought over the counter in the local chemist shop. This was a few years ago and when I tried to buy it I found it could be obtained by prescription only, so I had to get a prescription from my doctor. This bottle of Lactulose was also old and I had not spotted the 'used by' date. So I did manage to sleep that night but at about four in the morning I had to run like never before to the bathroom. Squatting I felt as though my stomach had fallen out of me. My poop, more like muddy water, splattered into the pan. I sat on the toilet, alternatively, clutching my ???? and gripping the sides of the pan. I must have been on the toilet over an hour and a half before I was able to, weakly, wipe my anus clean. I was so sore that just touching my anus was very painful. I crept back to bed and lay there dozing, my knees high, tucked into my ????, arms clenched around my knees, rocking, eyes closed, until at last the pain eased enough for me to drop off to sleep. When the alarm went in the morning my first thought was to phone in and tell my boss I was too ill to work that day. I didn't want to skip work, my company had been reducing their staff and I was afraid I might be one of the check out women to go. 

Somehow I got out of bed, stomach still aching, rolling over all the time. At least I didn't go to the toilet again. I drove to work without any problems and actually felt better when I went to my check out post. I forgot how sore my bum was and sat on the chair before the till. Immediately I got up my anus felt as though somebody had run a poker up my bum. I had to stand, I couldn't sit down. I got through the morning and at lunch time I went to the library to see if the latest Mills and Boon was there for collection. Alice took one look at me and asked: 

"What's the matter Yvonne, you look ghastly." 

"I feel ghastly," I told her. As I was telling her this my stomach churned over again, unmistakeable signs that I had to go again. I excused myself and made a hasty way to the female toilets in the library. Only one of the three cubicles was occupied and she was flushing so that my gasp of pain as I squatted and pooped was drowned by the sound of the toilet flushing. My poop felt a lot thicker now, not the watery poop in the night, now it was like thick sludge, plopping into the toilet. Now the smell was terrible, in the night there hadn't been a lot of smell, but now I almost gagged on the smell, glad that I was alone. Everytime I gave the slightest push, muddy poop plopped into the pan. I heard somebody coming in. I reached behind me and pressed the cistern lever, flushing the toilet as I sat on the pan, hoping the smell would go away. 

"Yvonne, are you alright honey?" I recognised the voice of Alice. 

"I feel terrible," I muttered. 

"Let me in, Yvonne," I heard Alice say, knocking on the cubicle door. 

I opened the cubicle door and Alice stepped inside. She closed the door and then turned back to me. 

"I'm on my break now, I'll stay with you." 

I only knew Alice from playing darts against her in the local league. But I was so glad to have her near me, talking to me. She saw that I was rubbing my stomach and she knelt and massaged my stomach, crouching close to me, comforting me. I'm not sure how long I was on the toilet, I know that I felt really empty inside, weak, but much better, and feeling better by the mminute. Alice took the toilet paper when she saw my hand going for some paper. She told me to stand and bend a little. Then she lifted my skirt right up and started to wipe my bum. When I flinched because her hand was like fire on my anus she understood at once. She took a handkerchief from her own bag and gently, so gently, wiped me clean, folding the handkerchief first in half to wipe me , then again in quarter to wipe me a second time. Her fingers were so gentle, I sighed with relief, as she finished and told me to pull up my panties. She gave me a quick hug as I left the toilet. 

I managed to get through the rest of the day without having to go to the toilet again. But I was so grateful for the help and comfort Alice gave me that day. I was almost back to normal the next day, but I have learned my lesson about doubling any dose of medicine again. 


I was 12 at the time and I'd been sent home from school because I wasn't feeling well. My mum picked me up in her car and as soon as we drove off I felt a cramp in my stomach. I told my mum I had to poo and she told me to put the floor mat under me in case I had an accident. I held it for a while untill another cramp came on and I felt a squirt of diarrhoea come in my pants. She heard the noise and asked me if I'd had an accident and I felt my face burning red as I admitted I had a bit. My stomach really hurt from trying to hold it and my mum could see by the expression on my face that I was desperate. I doubled over in pain and she told me if it was hurting me to hold it, I could just go in my pants. I really didn't want to do that in front of my mum but the pain and the effort of holding it was overwhelming me. I pleaded with her not to tell anyone and she promised to keep it a secret. I still felt nervous and embarrassed but I had to go so badly I decided to do it. I relayed for a second and felt a big load of hot burning diarrhoea flood my pants before I could stop it. I felt a bit better but I'd only just started and still needed to go very badly. I felt so embarrassed but at least I could control the rest. The journey home took 20 minutes I had to sit in my own mess untill we got there. My mum had to open the window to get rid of the smell and by the time we parked the car on our driveway I needed to go again and urgently. I slowly got out of the car and my mum distracted my sister by asking her to look at her book while I sneaked off to the bathroom. I got in and locked the door behind me and took me my soiled trousers and pants. I then sat on the toilet and released a flood of watery diarrhoea into pan. It was a huge relief and I took a shower to clean up while my mum brought me some clean clothes. Once I was changed I went downstairs and my mum discretely disposed of my pooped on clothes so my sister never found out I'd pood myself.

Tim

Camping Dare

Hi, Tim here with a story about another camping trip. When Sally and I were 16 years old, we decided to go camping for part of the summer. We had already been with our families to a camping park, as I told in a previous story, so we decided to do something a little different. We were heading out into the forest with a minimum of supplies, and we were going to live rough for 21 days, just the two of us, as a bit of a challenge. So we set off and as soon as we arrived, we pitched the tent next to a running river, so that we would be able to swim and wash in it as well as using it as our toilet. For dinner that night, we had tinned corned beef that we cooked over a fire. "You're a great cook, Tim." Sally said, and I felt proud of myself, though in truth it was not exactly high cuisine. Also, I might add here, to make it even more challenging for ourselves, we both wore nothing but loincloths that covered our genitals and most of our buttocks, but other than that, we wore nothing. After eating the corned beef, we both went to bed in the tent, only blankets, no sleeping bags. At about 3 or 4 in the morning, Sally suddenly woke up groaning and holding her stomach. "I'm having hot flashes and I don't feel very well." she told me. "I suggest you drink water, that might help." I responded. After drinking some water from her bottle, she suddenly stood up and said to me, "I have to go to the bathroom urgently." to which I responded, "So do I." as the cramps suddenly hit me and I too groaned and held my stomach. We both jumped up and ran out of the tent as fast as our legs could carry us, down to the water's edge, where we both squatted down next to each other, pulled the back part of our loincloths out of the way, hung our naked bums over the water, grasped each other's hands and let loose. Brown slush flowed out of our bums and we were shaking and moaning softly from the pain. I finished before Sally and splashed water to clean my bum. Sally, however, kept having diarrhoea for another minute, then she told me, "I take back what I said about your cooking skills", before turning around and vomiting into the river. I held her while she puked, rubbing her stomach and pressing down firmly on it from time to time to help her bring up all the vomit. Then I told her, "I'm not much of a cook, sorry I did this to you." She just hugged me and told me she was feeling much better. We walked downstream of where we had pooped and puked, stripped naked an skinny-dipped for about an hour before lying on the grass to dry off. I can't describe it in detail here, but let's just say that we did more than kissing while we lay on the grass. We walked back to camp for dinner, which I took much greater care with, and then we went to bed. There is more to tell about this camping trip, but that is for another time! 


Tyler

For Steven A

Hey Steven....you still out there? I miss your posts! What have your poops been like? Hope you decide to keep posting.....if only to say that you're still around and pooping LOL! 


Dug
Today I encountered mu first unisex toilet, in england i have never seen one that is not a single occupancy one. I was playing in a consert and backstage there was 2 dressing rooms. I was in the right one (with members of my band). I needed to pee so i went left and down the corridoor was the toilets. The sign said ladies and gentlemen in it. I persanly thought there would be a little ladies and gents room but through the door was the toilets.
There was 4 stalls that were relatively clean and 4 sinks oposite the stalls. When i entered there was a couple of girls at the sinks, they didnt seem phased by me entering, i went a stall, peed and went out again, there was seperate ladies and gents toilets on the other side of the building and i saw a few girls using them rather than the unisex room. I was wondeing what do you prefer if you have to shit in a public restroom a large one or a small one? I prefer a large one because even though it might be a bit dirty you wont get noticed or embarraced when coming in/ out of a stall (more for men) also if you using the only cubical in a toilet i have noticed some people get impatiant if you take your time.

Lots of people say men have the advantage when using a public toilet, i think men definately have a advantage peeing because they dont have to sit. But when it comes to pooping women have the advantage 1. In lots of mens rooms there is only one stall which means only one person can poo while in the womans room there might be 2-3 stalls meaning if someone is pooping no problem. Also at school girls might stand a chance of not being found to be pooping but boys its pretty obvious what they have just done if they come out of a stall

DJ Splash

Where's Diane?

Where's Diane the NHS domestic? I hope you are still reading these posts because I loved your stories!!!! 
Please can you post some more - perhaps about you and a friend having to use a cubicle together, or having to do your No. 2's on two toilets in a place where there weren't any cubicles. 
Or how about going together outdoors? 
I can't wait!! 


John-on-the-John

.ANONYMOUS COLLEGE GUY 

Your description in your 'live poop post' would basically fit the experience many of us guys - including the prologue (pardon the pun in this context, but should it be pro-log?). 
You obviously enjoy every minute of your morning 'sit' - as I do. I also sometimes mix Number 1 and Number 2 while I sit. And I lift up each buttock to make sure there are no pieces left behind (another pun!). Sometimes I stand up to look at the fruit of my labours, to check that it looks healthy, before it is covered by the paper I will use. 
Unlike you, I do sit down to wipe. I've tried standing, but it doesn't work for me. My bottom closes up, and I can't push the paper in. Sitting to wipe I sit again, and I push the paper right in and wriggle it around. I look at each piece of paper I have used, and use more until it's absolutely clean. 
It was the way I taught my little brother. In fact, I told him what I was doing for each stage in the process - starting with pulling my trousers and underpants down to my ankles. Then I would ask him what each stage was. 
From when he was small, I took him in with me, and he sat on his potty facing me, when I sat on the toilet. With our own sons, we took charge of their toilet training (our wives teaching the girls). They need to know that boys as well as girls sit on the toilet. He learned to wipe well before he was 3, though to begin with he dropped the paper on the bathroom floor. 
He was excited when our parents agreed that he could sit on the toilet - it was a kind of graduation. (To begin with, he put his feet on a stool, to push, or I would hold his hand. 
We chatted about this recently, and he always says he was glad I taught him to pull his trousers and underpants right down to his ankles, and also to sit down to wipe. 

ADRIAN 

From childhood, my brother and I trained ourselves to have our bowel movement before going to school. I always have wished, but never succeeded, to do that first thing in the morning, before my shower. I don't like doing that function when visiting people's houses, which sometimes I have to do as part of my work. 
On the few occasions when I have to sit on a public toilet with no lock on the door (and there are plenty of those in the UK), I still pull everything down to my ankles. If I don't, I can't empty myself properly, and often need to go again during the day. In those circumstances it's better if you can reach with your foot against the door, but that isn't often possible. 
I like to fidget, and spread my legs. (Though I have known toilets in English youth hostels where the cubicles were only as wide as the toilet pedestal. Many of these were schools, where things in general were pretty primitive.) 

ANONYMOUS POST BEGINNING WITH 'HI EVERYONE' 

The better facilities for 6th formers - including toilet paper - than for younger boys is appalling. And there ought to be teachers and prefects on duty during lunch time and mid-morning and mid-afternoon breaks when most - if they are sensible - will at least use the urinals. 
Having said that, part of our training in life IS to feel comfortable about using public facilities. 'Holding it in' isn't healthy. 
You also mention the doorless stalls in New York's Central Park. I have never visited USA, but there seems an ironical difference between America and the United Kingdom in its 'toilet culture'. In the USA, the expression 'going to the bathroom' is used (whereas in UK, we say 'going to the toilet', or 'the loo', or 'the bog'). On the other hand, there are no doorless toilets that I know of in the UK. This suggests that USA is more fastidious about words, and the UK more fastidious about actions. 


Pretty Woman

Training Trip

Hello I have two stories to tell from a trip my company sent me on this past week for training. They sent me to training in a state that was about a day's trip from where I live but they were too cheap to fly me there. Oh well, they paid for the gas, and I don't mind to drive. So anyway, I was about halfway through the trip and had made a couple of stops for food and a pee break, but now I could feel that feeling in my gut that it was about time for a poop. I was letting off some silent gas that smelled a little but not too bad, and I stopped at the next rest stop which was just a rinky dink rest stop off the highway. I make my way into the ladies room, and to find that there were 4 doorless stalls. I had never actually been to a bathroom that had no doors. The stalls were two on one side and two right across from the others. As I walked past a stall, there was a lady already sitting there, with her arms folded into her stomach and a face all red from pushing. She immediately stopped when she saw me walk by. I apologized, and walked past, so I took the one next to her so we couldn't see nothing but eachother's feet. I pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees, and sat down, and I let my pee flow out which lasted only a few seconds, and then I could feel my hole opening up as a large log was coming out. I was only doing soft pushes to keep it moving and after only a few seconds it landed with a sploosh. I couldn't hear any noise from my neighbor so I'm not sure if she had stopped what she was doing or she was just a quiet pooper. Meanwhile my hole opened up again after a few pushes and another large log was making its way out, this one a little wider than before for I could feel my hole stretching wider, so I had to push a little more making some soft grunting noises now. As I was pushing it out, the door opened and in walked a girl who looked to be 16 or 17, and she stopped in her tracks when she saw there were no doors, but she headed to the toilet across from me anyway. She just avoided making eye contact with me, but she pulled her shorts and panties only to her knees and sat down, and she began to pee, and as she stared at the floor, I saw her eyes tearing up and her face going a little red, and I knew why when I heard a loud crackling noise and a few seconds later a floomp, then immediately another loud crackling and another floomp then 3 loud floomps right in a row. My second log had just landed in the toilet with a loud kersploosh as it had gotten stuck and I had to push hard to get it to move. I felt like I was done for now, and started to wipe. The girl across from me let out 2 more loud splooshes as I was wiping, and began to wipe as well. I finished and flushed my two large logs down the toilet. As I passed my neighbor her face was still red, and her toes pressed hard on the floor, so she must have just been constipated. I washed my hands and left the bathroom. 

Here is my second story, which took place at the hotel. I did not know that I was sharing a room with another member of the same company but from another state, but I found out when I got there. She seemed quite shy and didn't talk much, so I just decided to keep to myself, and 2 days into the week, I had already taken 4 or 5 good dumps and she hadn't had any in the hotel anyway. So, either she was poop shy or she was just pooping at the training. Anyway, the 3rd night into the week, I woke up hearing a door closing. It was the bathroom door. It was very quiet in the room, and I could hear every noise coming from the bathroom even the toilet lid hitting the back of the toilet. I heard a weak stream of pee that only lasted a couple of seconds. Then it was quiet. After 2 minutes of silence I heard grunts and then a sploosh, and then more grunts and another sploosh, and then every few seconds there would be a sploosh along with some grunts as well. My guess was that she hadn't pooped all week. For 20 minutes she was pooping, making grunts and splooshing sounds every few seconds the entire time. Then I hear the rustling of toilet paper, and she flushes 3 times. I'd imagine all her poop was struggling to go down. Then She washed her hands and came out and went back to bed. The next morning I got up to take my morning dump and she was still sleeping, and I went in there and there were skidmarks in the toilet. So, she must have felt very relieved after that. 


Jas

For Ultra Dad

I have a sister who was born on my last year of high school now she is almost 13. And a few years ago when she was 9 me my Mother and Sister was at a Dollar store. Well it was on a Monday and they was going to close school down for a week because of a stomach virus. Anyway we was at the store and I was looking around and my sister ask my mom something and she told me that we had to leave. I asked why, and she said Mae (which is my sister)had to Fart or her stomach is hurting. I laughed and Mae poked me in the shoulder. But all it was that she needed to go home and poop. 
And when she was 4 she was at school pretending to be sick and my Brother had to pick her up. But it was that she needed to poop, and didn't want to poop at school. 


stephanie

in my own home

I had a really embarrassing accident this morning. I turned 30 yesterday and had a lot of food and drink while celebrating..and I woke up to a strong and very urgent need to poop. I quickly sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed and a couple of farts escaped in quick session as I got up. I never had to poop so bad in my life! I clenched my butt and rushed down the hall to the bathroom, turned toward the toilet and reached back to slide my panties down when I noticed there was no to!!! I panicked and quickly searched the bathroom while clenching my butt as hard as I could. I needed tp because it was gonna be messy and I had white underwear on. I quickly rushed to the kitchen to go to the garage and get a roll when I major cramp stopped me dead in my tracks. I held my stomach with one hand and my butt the other while clenching super hard and I hunched over, trying to ride out the cramp without losing it in my underwear. I cut a few pre-poop farts that I couldn't contain and the cramp passed and I had new life..I abandoned the journey to the garage and grabbed a handful of napkins off the table and turned back toward the bathroom, and began the home stretch...I got within 5 feet of the bathroom door when I got another immobilizing cramp...more farts squeezed past my grip and then, the unthinkable happened... I absolutely could NOT hold it in for one more second, and I stood there in my kitchen the day after my 30th birthday and pooped in my pants, 5 feet from the bathroom. It came out really fast and with a loud blurting fart, and formed a loose, wet bulge in my underwar about the size of an orange that caused them to sag slightly. It felt really warm and soft against my butt, then also a little sticky between the cheeks. I was shaking from the shock of what I had done and my heart was racing, and I made my final move for the bathroom, now with cleanup the priority. As I stepped into the bathroom a glob of poop slid out from the leg hole of my underwear and down my inner left thigh and onto the floor. It landed on the threshold between the bath room and hallway, and a little got on the carpet :( just to add insult to injury. It was the worst accident I've ever had, and I've had a couple bad ones. I dropped my messy panties to the floor and proceeded to furiously wipe myself with the napkins. I got as much off of my body as I could and even wet some napkins in the sink. I then turned the shower on and as it got up to temperature I wrapped a towel around myself and went out to clean the poop that came out of my underwear. After that I took my shower then dressed in fresh clean panties and got my clothes on. It felt nice to be clean. I had removed the soiled pair from the bathroom in the plastic bag from the trash can, with all the napkins. Anyway, I felt really bad for pooping myself on my first day of being 30...I figured it might happen to me when I'm old but not now! My husband knew I did it because I stunk up the kitchen and hallway and he saw the poop on the floor before I cleaned it up. SO EMBARRASSING!!!! 

The only other time I ever pooped my pants I was 14...I was at the theme park busch gardens with my family and I had to go pretty bad while waiting in a long line for the roller coaster the big bad wolf. I told my mom and dad I had to go to the bathroom but we'd waited so long at that point they asked me if I could make it til after the ride. I had to go really bad, but we were almost on, so I said I could hold it. We finally got our time to go and i was super nervous that in was gonna have a bad accident on the ride. I held on for dear life in more ways than one, and it actually wasn't so bad. The adrenaline actually made it easier to hold it in and I enjoyed the ride. It was nice. But then at the end, the train came to a stop just before going up to the platform and was just sitting there waiting to go in after the train before us left. That's when the pressure got really intense again, and I felt by cheeks start to twitch a little as if they were prepared to open up to relieve my bowels. I frantically said to my mom "I think I'm gonna poop my pants!" And then I did. It was a firm, solid log that crackled its way out slowly and smooshed into my bikini bottoms and jean shorts against the seat of the ride, and spread all over my butt. I was pretty mortified....I finished pooping in my shorts as the ride came back to the platform but I wound up peeing my shorts too before our harnesses were released. That killed me because my poop flattened out from me sitting, and the material of my bathing suit and my shorts didn't have a stain, so by peeing myself it soaked my butt making it obvious to everyone that I'd gone to the bathroom on myself on the ride. But it wound up being a surprisingly easy cleanup. I went to the nearest bathroom and emptied my bathing suit into the toilet. It came out in one flat pancake. I rinsed my shorts and swimsuit at the sink and dried them at the hand dryers as much as could as I wrapped my moms jacket around me to cover up. That was a much easier cleanup than today's accident . 


To Shweta

To Shweta Enjoyed your story... You're definitely not alone here! Please share more if you would like to. 


Abby

the phone calls

it was Friday and just got home from work and about hour later the call start I hung up and thought it was them telemarketers calling well the keep calling and I tried to be nice but it didn't work then I got tied of them calling the phone ringed they was yaping about something then I got an idea how make stop I pulled my pants down put the phone to my ass and started farting loud and nasty for about 4 or 5 mins then I check the phone they hung up and didn't call back 


Yvonne

Greg Military Ladies Toilets

I am answering to Greg's questions about ladies military toilets. Since my posts on 2285/2286/2287 I have posted three times without success. I do hope I can get this post published for Greg's sake. 

I was in the W.R.A.C. for four years from 18 years old to 22. I was stationed at several old locations, notably at Oswestry, Knutsfield, and finally at Woolwich. These were pre-war barracks and the plumbing arrangements were to say the least basic. I was in RHQ at Oswestry and the toilets there were two lines of 8 stalls facing each other. They all had doors originally but when I was there in 1997 there were just a few that had doors. I have posted before about buddy dumping, in the WRAC's it was all buddy dumping, if you were shy or nervous and waited for the toilets to clear you poop yourself, you just had to 'muck' in, forgive the pun. Often there'd be a shortage of paper, having to ask for somebody to find some for you soon made you less shy. 

Knutsford was very similar to Oswestry except that there was a row of showers and the other side a row of stalls. Again few had doors but the best for me in Oswestry was it was nicer, more friendly, to see the girl you were chatting to as you had a poop, this wasn't possible at Knutsford. 

Woolwich, although an older barracks by far was, because of its vicinity to General Headquarters Royal Artillery, immaculate. All the toilets had doors on the stalls, I never went into one that wasn't spotless and with toilet paper on the holders. 

I hope I have in a small way answered some of your queries Greg, but if you have anymore please post them and I will try to answer them for you. 


Anonymous College Guy

Live poop

Sup everyone, never done a live poop post before so figured it's time. Enjoy :) 

Sitting on my bed with a warm runny feeling in my gut 

Walking to the bathroom and closing the door 

Feeling the urge getting stronger as I approach the toilet 

Pulling down my boxers and basketball shorts down my hairy legs 

Sitting on the toilet seat now, feeling a lot of the pressure go from my stomach to my anus 

Trying to hold back the pressure until it's just right to let go 

Letting my hole open up giving way for the poop, the force is very strong as it slides out 

Not too much noise except for a little bit of trapped gas and crackles 

Log after log is coming out in a continuous motion, looks like I'll get it all out with one push! 

The last of my dump gets pinched off and falls into the toilet water 

Letting out a stream of pee now that wasn't present before 

Sitting on the toilet now gently flexing the opening, deciding if there's anymore waste to push out 

A tiny piece gets pushed out into the now urine-filled toilet 

Now I feel a tiny urge to PEE! Again... 

I quietly concentrate til another stream comes out slowly, lasted a couple seconds 

Standing up and looking in the toilet to inspect what I had just given birth to 

Several light-brown medium sized logs, can see pieces of food in them from the previous night 

Finally getting ready to wipe my butt while standing 

Ripping off a medium piece of TP and scrunching it up to wipe the crack 

Still not clean so going in with another piece, this time pushing deeper 

Almost there! Grabbing another piece to spit on and get wet 

Rubbing gently back and forth to make sure it's 100% clean 

And... done! 

Flushing the toilet watching my product swirl down the toilet 

That was pretty fun typing as everything was happening, I may do this again. Hope you all enjoyed it. 

Later! 


Observant Guy

New Observations

Hello everyone, 

I have three new stories about my observations that occured this week. 

My first was my 40 year old sister inlaw. I was away on a camping trip over the past weekend when my wife sent me a text on Sunday morning at 6am to let me know that my sister in law had stayed the night to do laundry on Sunday. She just didn't want me to be surprised if I came home early. Well my sister in law has a history of leaving a mess for my wife & I to clean up. We learned this after she lived with us for a year just after we got married. Yeah she's a slob, but she is still family. 

I drove home to check on things because I was camping 45 minutes away from home. When I got home my sister inlaw was sleeping on the couch. I asked her to walk and feed my dog while I headed to my master bathroom to take off my shorts which were under my camo pants. As I was in there I heard her enter the other bathroom start and the laundry. Just after the machine started I heard the obvious tinkle of pee. I sat and waited to see if there would be more. About 10 minutes later there was a flush of the toilet and the sink running. As I left my room she had the bathroom door opened a crack which let out the smell of a very healthy stinky poop. I went in to check after she stepped outside to smoke and walk my dog. She left a few small flecks of poop in the toilet. 

Then on Tuesday this week I caught up with an old friend named Anne. Anne had recently had a baby and was going through custody and child support litigation. We had some wings and a beers at Buffalo Wild Wings. On the ride home I got called into work on emergency and as she dropped me off she asked to use my bathroom. She slipped in and 5 minutes later she left, but she forgot to flush. She left in a hurry because she and my wife don't get along. I checked the bathroom to be met by the funky smell of another healthy poop along with 2 long turds in the toilet. One was about 6 inches long by 1 inch thick and the other was about 5 inches by an inch thick. I flushed it away and it left a few small skidmarks in the bottom of the toilet bowl. 

As normal my wife came home later and actually took a dump that had some funk to it. Normally hers don't stink really bad at all.

Happy pooping and peeing to all, 

Observant Guy 


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Aubrie as always another great story it sounds like you and your friend Katie both had alot of fun going to bathroom in different places and as always I look forward to your next post thanks. 

To: Ultra Dad it sounds like your daugther had a rough day but you handled it really well and im sure she will enjoy clothes shopping she just needed time to herself to settle down and realise it happens to everyone at some point. 

To: Carina great story it sounds like you had a really great cleanout of all the poop in you I bet once you were all done you felt pretty good and I look forward to your next post thanks. 

To: Maritka first welcome to the site and great story please share anymre you may have thanks. 

To: Tim another great story. 

To: Natasha it sounds like you had a really good poop and as always I look forward to your next post thanks. 

Well thats all for now. 

Sincerly Brandon T 

PS. I love this site 


Thursday, June 27, 2013

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Super Sophie Hey all, its me again, got another 3 stories

Super Sophie
Hey all, its me again, got another 3 stories

I was doing a performance and I had to wear a really really tight body suit, a bit like a wet suit. I wasn't wearing a bra or knickers. Anyway I did my part and was backstage waiting for the go ahead to leave and get changed but this was an hour away so I couldn't leave. Out of nowhere I felt a gurgle in the pit of my stomach and I knew I would have to get to a toilet soon. I sat down and started talking to my partner Tania to take my mind off the problem in my stomach. Suddenly I felt an urge downstairs and screamed in agony. Tania told me to bend over a metal railing and push as hard as I could. I trusted her so i followed her instructions and a bulge began to develop at my arse. Before I knew it I was pushing so hard I started weeing, I began to leave a large yellow puddle on the floor between my legs. "Are you ok Sophie?" Tania asked. I replied "no, I'm still full." The puddle continued to get bigger until my wee trickled off to an end. The bulge was getting bigger as i let more and more go. By the time i had finished it looked like I had a melon down my trousers. This was probably most relieving experience of my life.

I was waiting in queue at the public toilets when Tania walked in, she looked pretty desperate. When a cubicle was free I let Tania go in but she insisted I went first. I locked the door and sat down. Almost as soon as I started weeing there was a knock at the door, it was Tania. "Sophie can I come in? I cannot wait any longer." I opened the door and let Tania in, she pulled down her knickers and sat on my lap; peeing between my legs. She sneezed and her bum shifted a little causing her to pee on my legs but i didn't mind too much. After around five minutes she asked if she could sit on the loo because she needed to drop a few loads. Being the good friend I am I let her. She sat down and immediately the toilet was filling up with her crap. She has always dropped a lot since she was little. She passed me some tissue so I could wipe before she wiped herself. We both pulled up our knickers before leaving together, we got some right funny looks.

I was on a bus going home when we got stuck in a traffic jam. It took us two hours to travel one mile and by this time I was really desperate for the loo but didn't want to do it on the bus because it was full so I spoke to the bus driver and she let me get off and go into the woods. I went in as deep as I dared and made sure nobody was in the area. I pulled down my knickers and began doing my business. I was aiming for a rock on the floor and doing a pretty good job, I could hear a rustle and was quite concerned because my knickers were still around my ankles and I were in full flow. I turned around and I could see a quite young lass, she was from my school. She slowly walked towards me, her hands clinging onto her bum before squatting and dropping load after load. I was impressed at how much she was producing for such a young age (she was around 16). I gave her some of the tissue out of my bag and she wiped. I kneeled forward a little and began to push out my little packages. A few wet farts slipped out which made the girl laugh. I took out another sheet of tissue, wiped myself and went back to the bus. "Was it good?" The driver asked. "Fabulous" I replied before sitting down.


Postman

Hi all.

Haven't posted much lately, but I has such a good dump this morning, I thought I'd share.

I was at the computer, drinking my third cup of coffee, when I figured I'd better go take care of the growing pressure in my bowels. I went to the bathroom, pulled down my pants, and sat on the toilet.

After a couple of farts, I began pushing out a load of crap that seemed to go on forever. Finally it tapered off and fell into the toilet. i still felt like more was up there, so I gave another push, and produced another smaller turd.

I wiped, then stood up to look in the toilet. It was a nice, long rope about an inch around that coiled up several times on top of itself. It was impossible to tell where it began and where it ended.

I flushed, and left some skid marks in the bottom of the bowl. It was one of those dumps where you feel about 10 pounds lighter afterwords.

Nothing like a good, cleansing crap.


Laura (Teacher)

Hi all,

Not too much to report lately. Things have been extremely busy lately as both Jake and I are now working two jobs each. Since we are getting married next year, we want to afford a home. We are even thinking of moving to Wisconsin as he can get a job out there in the tech. field, and I would also be able to get a job as well teaching. Besides that, the cost of living here in Connecticut is simply insane. It's tough on a math / science teacher salary to live in this state, as beautiful as it is.
Cara: To answer your question about my fiance helping me when I am not feeling well. When I am on my cycle, Jake understands that when I need to use the toilet, to simply give me as much privacy as possible and let nature run its course (diarrhea). He is very caring, and takes care of me as much as possible as I do to him as well. When I am not feeling well, he will make me a cup of tea, keep me warm. When I am not feeling well, all I want to do with him is cuddle up on the couch, have him hold me, and take a nap in his presence. When it comes to sharing the washroom, we share a very small apartment and also a very small washroom. If he is brushing his teeth, or taking a shower, and if one of us needs to use the toilet (emergency situations only), that is okay. There have been a couple of times that Jake needs to use the toilet during the morning hours. We are both early risers. If I am taking my morning shower or brushing my teeth, there have been many times that Jake has needed to use the toilet. He tends to get embarrassed as I walk out of the shower and have me seeing him pooping. I give him as much privacy as possible. He's so cute just sitting there...lol.... The opposite also holds true, we both need to be out the door quickly in the morning. If he is in the shower, or brushing his teeth, etc. and I need to use the toilet (either for a morning pee and poop, I use it). We make sure that we give each other as much privacy as possible.

Nony: I feel your pain, it seems as if we both suffer from the runs during our periods. I would say that I tend to get diarrhea 95% of the time when I am having my period. For me, it starts with the regular symptoms, fatigue, back-ache, then extreme stomach cramps. I tend to get very gassy a few hours before I have diarrhea. Then, before you know it, I need to find a toilet. It's not fun, but, like you said, you deal with it and get on with your day. :-)

Anonymous Freak / Party Guy: Sorry for not posting lately. I've been very busy and by the time I do arrive home, I just want to relax for the day. I'm usually up by 4/4:30, off to the Gym by 5 / 5:30 then I arrive to class by 7 to correct papers, prepare my lessons for the day, etc. After work, I head off to my second job from 4:45 to to 8:30PM. I arrive home, make myself a dinner, take a shower, and off to bed by 10. lol.... I promise to try to post as often as I can. I do have weekends off, but, there are times when I need to do errands, and I want to spend as much time as possible with my fiance Jake. I'll do my best though :-)

Yesterday (Friday), on my way home from the gym after work (I did not have to work my second job yesterday), I had a sudden urge to take a dump as I had been somewhat constipated for a few days. I was almost home and was deciding whether to keep going home or to pull off and use a women's washroom. I decided to bear it out and take my dump at home. As I arrived into the apartment, I approached the washroom and noticed that the door was closed. Jake was in there shaving. I knocked on the door and asked him if "It would be okay to use the toilet, as I had to go pretty badly" Jake told me "to come on in, the door is unlocked." I opened the door, kissed him and said, "you're home early." I also told him that "this isn't going to be pretty." (meaning that I really had to take my dump and my smell was going to be lethal). He told me to "take my time, do what I have to do" as he would be out to give me as much privacy as possible once he finished shaving. I took off my skirt, pulled off my white panties and immediately took a seat on the toilet. I farted, started to pee, then the ever so familiar crackling sound came from behind of a large piece of poop that plopped loudly into the toilet water below.

As I sat, waiting for the next one to exit my behind, I asked Jake why he was shaving? He replied that he had wanted to take me out to dinner as a surprise. It was sweet of him. He told me that "I work too hard, and I deserve a night out every once and a while." It sounded like a great idea, and we never go out as we are saving every penny. Once in a while, it doesn't hurt to have dinner out. As I was sitting, the smell of my poop was engulfing the washroom. I could feel more in my bowels, I hunched over, looked down at the tiled floor, farted once again and began dropping more poop. ka-plop..........ka-plop.........long pause, ka-plop.........another long pause, ka-plop. I said, "sorry for the smell dear", as Jake finished shaving. He came over to me, kissed me on my forehead and said "nothing to be sorry about. We have a reservation in an hour, so take your time, do what you need and we will go out tonight." He then left the washroom. I continued to sit as I felt more in my bowels. I hunched over once again, and felt more wanting out. ka-plop..........1 to 2 minute pause.....ka-plop......ka-plop....into the toilet water below. I had another long pee, waited an extra minute or so, and dropped the last piece of poop from my behind. The amount of poop that I had dropped was unreal. I had not had a dump in nearly three days, and I usually have to poop at least twice a day. I pulled the toilet paper, wiped my front a few times, then wiped my backside multiple times. The cleanup took a while as I had to flush twice to make sure everything went down. I then sprayed some air freshener and hopped into the shower to get ready for our evening out. After my shower, and after I had completely dried myself off, while brushing my hair, I needed to use the toilet once again. I put down my hair brush, sat down onto the toilet, farted a few times and began dropping poops from my behind. ka-plop....ka-plop....ka-plop....I was now completely relieved. I wiped myself again, flushed, washed my hands, continued to brushing my hair, got dressed up, and we went out later that evening.

I hope all is going well with everyone!

~Laura


Allen
To: FNF

Most of the time I get an erection when I poop. I don't know why and I've been too embarrased to ask any other guys if this happens to them too.


Christine
It's getting close to the holidays, and I guess now is a good time to share a story from a few christmases ago. I was at a party with a group of close friends. There were about twenty of us there, having some drinks. And by the end of the night, we were pretty drunk.

I don't quite know who suggested it, but somebody said we should pee outside. Why did all of us agree to it? Who knows? But a few hours and some drinks later, all twenty of us gals were lined up outside ready to unleash our very fully bladders.

I can't even imagine what anyone watching this would have thought... twenty ladies in their mid-20s, exposing their bare asses to the brutal winter chill. And then, if they kept watching, twenty golden streams arcing, melting the snow below us. Some of us aimed better than others, but nobody had the aim a guy would.


embarrassed girl
hi. i'm a 22 female, i'm petite and a brunette. it's a really embarrassing secret of mine that no one but my parents or sister knows, but even to this day i occassionally poop in bed. it's not frequent, maybe 2 or 3 times a year. but i could never figure out what causes it, and i never really think about it. just every once in a while i wake up in the morning with an embarrassing mess in my underwear. sometimes i have dreams where i need to poop, or dreams where i am on the toilet pooping and i wake up pooping my pants. anyway, growing up, whenever i had sleepovers or went to a sleepover, i pretty much made myself stay awake all night out of fear of possibly pooping myself at night and my friends knowing. but this weekend something terrible happened..my boyfriend stayed at my dorm on friday night. i was really nervous about it but i just kept telling myself i'd be ok. well, i wasn't. we went to sleep at night, and i slept well. but i woke up at around 8:30 in the morning, with that all too familiar feeling underneat my butt, like i had a bad wedgie or i was laying on something. my heart practically stopped. i could smell in the air that i'd pooped my pants.i carefully pulled the covers down and slipped out of bed. i had light blue pajama pants on that were kind of tight. it felt like a large, heavy and solid load in my panties. it was sagging my pants down and the bulge was huge, and it was really smelly. i was sneaking to the bathroom when to my horror, i heard my boyfriend wake up and say "hey are you ok?" in a panicky voice i said "i'm fine!!" and put my hand over my butt and rushed into the bathroom. there was no way he couldn't have known..the whole room smelled and the bulge on my butt had to be super obvious. not just the bulge, but i noticed when i took my pajamas off that my pants had a big stain on the seat. when i got into the bathroom i hear him say something like "oh jesus" and he left while i was cleaning myself up... i talked to him last night and he didn't bring it up, and he was very quiet and didn't seem to want to talk.

i'm so humiliated about pooping myself in bed with my boyfriend over!


Lisa
I've been reading about open crotch underwear from the Victorian era. How convenient! The women could pee anywhere and no one would know what they were doing.
Queen Victoria's open crotch underwear had a 50 inch waist.

I read that when women ate dinner at other people's houses during the Victorian era, and had to pee, they would pretend to faint. They then were brought to a bedroom to recover. While there, they would use a chamber pot.

Also, at formal dances in the past, when people went out on the patio to get fresh air, they really went outside to pee.

I once read a library book about outhouses. There were some outhouses in the 1800's that were attached to stores. So when people had to relieve themselves, they went to the outhouse at the back of the store.


Brandy
It seems I'm getting close to my period. Last night, I was getting ready for bed... I was in my pink striped sleepshirt. After brushing my teeth, I pulled up my shirt a little and sat on the toilet. It began just like any other night, my nighttime pee just before I go to sleep. As I was sitting there peeing, I realized I had to take a dump as well.

Mmm.. Ploosh-Ploosh Splish Splish Splish Splash Pfffftttttt Unnnhh... Krkkll.. Ploosh! Plop plip plip plop plop plip Splash Kkrkkll.. Sploosh Plop Unnnnnn.. Krakl Plop Splash Plip Plip Plip Plop Splash Sploosh Splash Plop Plip Unnh... Mmm.. Krkkll-ll-ll Flump Sploosh Sploosh Plop

I don't like it when I get close to my period. My poops feel like I'm having diarrhea. I like the feel of a nice long poop easing out, instead of a barrage of runny, small poops. But, there's really nothing that can be done - My body does what it will, I'm just here for the ride.


Samantha
Hey all,

Thanks to all of you who said you liked my stories!

I haven't had any really interesting public dumping stories lately, so I figure I'll tell one from the past. I mentioned earlier to someone named Jamie that I never really used to like pooping in public toilets (in fact I hated it) until bad diarrhea kept me on one for what seemed to be an eternity! Today I'll go more in depth with this story.

About two years ago, my friend and I had made plans to go to lunch then shopping on a particular Saturday. I was looking forward to it until the day of, when upon waking I had the worst stomach ache. I poured a bowl of cereal for breakfast, but remember barely being able to finish half of it before a heavy stomach pain let me that my butt needed a toilet. I dashed over to the bathroom, yanked my pajama bottoms down and let loose. Not only was it mushy, but it was LOUD! I pushed everything I could out, hoping this wouldn't carry on into the day. At the time, my aversion to using public bathrooms for number 2 was so great that I almost wanted to call off the plans my friend and I had made for fear of having to drop a big messy load in public. After thinking it through, I decided to just go out. I had assumed that it was just a small bout of diarrhea and that I had got it all out.

My friend picked me up and we went to Panera for lunch. All went well until halfway through the cramps once again struck! I had a bad feeling that these would turn into more diarrhea cramps, but acted like nothing was wrong and continued talking to my friend. A few more of these struck me during lunch, and I was really starting to think that I shouldn't have even gone out. Instead of having fun with my friend, I couldn't keep my mind away from my bowels. "What if I have to poop HERE?" I kept worrying, which created an anxious, hot feeling in my chest.

We finally got to the store. I hoped that if the diarrhea urge came back I could hold it in until we were done. About 15 minutes into shopping, that urge struck, and with greater vengeance than even before. I kept trying to hold it in, with sweaty palms and a nervous tinge to my voice while talking to my friend. The last thing I wanted was to have to blast smelly diarrhea into a public restroom toilet--especially because I was with my friend. The urge kept building, and eventually I knew subconsciously that I was going to have to make a trip to the ladies' room. My friend had gathered a few items that she wanted to try on, and said she was going to the dressing room. Without thinking, I said "OK, I'm just going to go to the bathroom."

"Do you want me to come with?" She responded.

"No, I'm fine."

"OK. I'll see you when you come out," she added

I didn't want to keep her waiting, so I responded with a "um, it might be a while." Half regretting it right after I said it.

"Oh, OK." She responded. She wouldn't have thought it weird at all, but I had always been kind of private about that, and to this day refrain from pooping in public when I'm not alone.

I scurried off to the ladies' room and opened the door to the aroma of soap and floor cleanser--that weird generic public bathroom smell. I had always found it a little bit of a gross, sticky smell. But it would have smelled like a rose garden compared to the condition I was about to leave it in. There were six stalls, two occupied. This gave my nerves a shock, because one was in stall two, the other in stall four. Since I didn't want to take the handicap stall, this meant I would need to sit next to one of the two ladies in there! Nowadays, I would love this arrangement and would plop my rear right between the two ladies and let loose, but at the time I was on the brink of panic. But there was no choice, and I kept feeling the warm diarrhea "knocking at the door" so I had to use one of the toilets available.

I opened the fifth stall door quietly and almost shamefully. I closed it, put my purse on the hook, and turned around and looked at the big black toilet seat that awaited my rear. Luckily, everything was clean. I wiped the seat just in case, then pulled my pants and panties down and placed my butt on the thick plastic seat. I tried to be quiet, but it was no use--almost as soon as I started to release, a big gurgle fart came out of my rear, echoing into the bowl. More anxiety and warmth in my chest ensued. The lady furthest from me started taking paper off the roll, and immediately made me question why I took THIS spot rather than the first. I was still so anxious that I was holding in the diarrhea, but this wouldn't last long.

A cramp struck me, and I slowly realized I there was no way I could be completely quiet. I moved my butt a little back on the bowl and applied slight pressure to my bum. Despite the slight pressure, a loud, wet, sharp fart blasted into the bowl followed by a slight torrent of liquid poop. I tightened my butt and tried to stop the stream because I was so anxious. Then I thought about my position--here I was sitting on a stool meant for people to pee, even poop in. I'm sitting next to another lady doing the same thing--I have nothing to be ashamed of. I got kind of comfortable, and then pressed gently on my bowels. A huge, echoing bubble fart blasted out followed by a series of loud, greasy, gassy, wet poop blasts. The poop was so mushy and forceful that it splashed into the bowl. The smell, just like before, was awful--really sulfiric, but almost sweet smelling. It was kind of embarrasing, but gave me a weird feeling at the same time.

This was probably one of the loudest poops I can remember having, and the warmth of my chest grew as I knew the lady right next to me heard it all, and probably smelled it, too. I must have made her more comfortable, though, because she blasted out a fart, then later a few splashes. It was interesting to have company. I kept letting loose wave after wave of bad diarrhea. The smell was horrendous and after about 7 minutes. I was sure I had stunk the place up pretty awful. I thought about just finishing up and getting back to my friend, but knew I'd just be back there within a few minutes the way the cramps were coming.

I kept releasing massive loads of mushy diarrhea. A few more people came in, but from what I could hear they were all only in for a pee. As I sat, the embarassment of the whole thing started lifting. I realized the weirdness of the situation--sitting on a toilet in a public store, listening to others use toilets right next to me. I just couldn't get over it. And I was POOPING! And they heard me. Something about this made me a little excited. I weirdly started to enjoy when other people came in and heard the loud sounds I was making...

About 15 minutes into my diarrhea session, my friend came in and asked if I was OK. I told her yes, I just had a stomach ache. She asked if I needed anything and I responded no. She said she'd just be looking at more clothes. As much as I didn't want to keep her waiting, something kept telling me to wait, to remain on the bowl. Perhaps it was a fear that I would need to dash right back again, but I now know it was something else--that day, I learned the joy of public pooping.

I'd say I finally got up after about a half hour, with a sore bum and a big mess in the bowl. I wiped well and flushed it down, almost satisfied that I finally used a public bathroom without too great a deal of shame. I washed my hands and met up with my friend. On the way home, more cramps struck. I thought about telling my friend to pull over somewhere, even though I knew I could probably make it. That's when I knew for sure--one of my greatest fears had became an interesting pleasure. We didn't end up stopping anywhere. But when I got home, I opened my bathroom door, plopped my rear on the toilet, released another load of diarrhea and imagined that I was in a fascinating public restroom, marvelling at the fact that I just actually stunk one up.

Happy (Hopefully Public) Pooping,
SAMMIE


Vincene
This is the second part of my story about what happened to me last week. I've written before about how I hate to sit on the toilets at my high school because they are so gross. I'm 16 and last fall I learned how to squat pee so that my butt actually never has to touch the seat. That works pretty well for me, but I still usually have to crap and it often happens right after lunch about 1 p.m. However, I've become somewhat OK at holding it in until I get home from school. Well on this day I had just gotten to my car in the parking lot and my Dad called me to drive like 45 minutes down to the airport to pick up a client of his. Well, that put an end to my plan to be on the stool at home in 10 minutes and crapping. And to make matters worse, while I was on the Interstate, stuck in slow-moving traffic on the way to the airport, I started to feel the punishment of the 20 ounces of Dr. Pepper I had consumed and I knew I had only limited time to find a bathroom. As I started to panic in traffic and got off the highway at a service station, I thought my problem was solved. But the station ended up having no bathrooms because it was one of those credit card only-type places. So I had to swing out of the lot and continue in the rain down this access road to this next station. All the while I was really fighting to keep from peeing my pants. And the rain and windshield wipers didn't help my situation at all. I finally got to the next station and because it had a convenience store visible from the street, I got my hopes up again. I noticed where the beverage bar sign was and that the door next to it was marked Restroom in large letters. I walked very fast in that direction, bumping into two little kids who were shoving one another over some piece of candy. I was picking up speed as I got to the bathroom door and put the force of my right arm into opening it. Unfortunately, it didn't open and I cracked my arm into it because the lock wouldn't budge. I'm nomrally pretty patient, at least I start out that way, but after waiting like 3 or 4 minutes, and putting my ear up to the door and hearing no evidence of it being used, I started to get frustrated and cry. I quickly walked over to the other side of the store where the clerk was and asked him if he had the key. I swear he got some attitude and quickly answered "yes". Then he went back to restocking the cigarette rack. I had to interrupt him again and directly ask him if he could open it and again he said "yes". When he turned his back on me the second time I really wanted to curse him, but I held myself more composed than I probably give myself credit for and I pleaded with him to open it because I was bound to have an accident. At that point he very matter-of-factly went back to tearing open cigarette cartons and that someone had stopped up the toilet so bad, that he had called a plumber. I was so mad about his attitude that I wanted to throw something at him and curse him, but I knew that wouldn't get me onto a toilet any faster. After returning to the parking lot, I noticed there was another station just about a dozen car lengths to the south. I quickly got in my car--now in greater pain than I had been in for a long time--and quickly drove over there. This time I stopped at the cashier's counter and she was much more friendly--even pointing to the far end of the store and where the unisex toilet was. I was relieved to be able to see the door open nearly 2/3 of the way, the light off and knew that I was about to get relief in seconds from my equally bulging anus and bladder. I fumbled for the light, but once I found it, I quickly closed and latched the door. I quickly dropped my thong to prety much the floor level and raised the back of my light skirt as I spread my legs and squatted about an inch above the seat. My pee stream started first. It was heavy and lasted about a minute and a half. About half way through, I could feel my crap working its way down and I spread my legs as wide as I could, even momentarily balancing myself on the sink in front of the toilet, as the painful and extremely large worked its way out. In the end, it seemed wider and definitely longer than most of my shits, actually extending out of the water and its end was resting almost an inch from the top of the front of the bowl. After looking down betwen my legs and seeing it, I still felt another lump ready to come out. I let off two quick farts and four additional hard peices plopped into the water. They were so hard that my backside got him twice with the splashes they caused and when I looked down at the seat, it too had not been spared a splash. I used a considerable amount of the toilet paper to wipe myself with, and before I pulled my thong back up, I tore off another strip to wipe off the seat for the next user. Then I got to thinking how it probably wouldn't make much difference, because I was sure my bowl load was going to be a clogger. I had the door open and was partially in the entrance when I pushed the flusher. The load flushed almost instantly, although you could hear a groan, of sorts, from the drain. I got to thinking when I got back in my car and resumed my trip to the airport, that I had just accomplished my first squat shit. And it wasn't that bad!


Jane
Hey... I've been lurking for a long time and finally posting. Didn't think I ever would, but I've had interesting poop lately. My name's not actually Jane, but I'm extremely poop shy and just in case anyone I know happens to be on here (doubt it), I thought I should change my name anyway. I've chosen my name because I loved reading Jane's stories (from pages 600-850 ish) and 2 because I'm more interested in #2 than #1. :)

I'm a teen girl, dark hair, not short not tall, relatively attractive, not real skinny but certainly not fat.

So lately I've been taking massive poops every time I go to the bathroom, even just for a pee. I'll go through one day with you:

In the morning, I wake up and go to the bathroom and pull down my pants. I pee for about fifteen seconds, then feel a poop moving down. I push a little.. uugghhrrr and a second later... PLOP... PLOP... PLOP. Three huge poops. I start to pull off some toilet paper and then crumple it up and wipe. I go to wipe again but realize I still have to poop more. I push and PLOP PLOP, two more big ones. I've been going poop maybe twenty-five minutes. PLOP. That one was gigantic. UUGGHHRNNNRR... PPPLOP. I wipe up and get ready for my day.

Two to three hours later I'll have to pee again. I go into the school restrooms and pee. Next to my stall there is another girl who is pooping. I am too poop shy to take my dump then, but I can feel one building. I stay and listen to her. PLOP PLOP PLOP. Crackleeee. PLOP. PLOP. *heavy breathing* *loud fart followed by shy giggle* PPPPPLLLLOP. Uuhh *that sounds almost sexual, though it's not* PLOP. The two-minute bell rings and I know I have to leave. As I'm cleaning up and leaving I hear her drop four more big poopies.

In another hour I NEED to take that dump. I go in the shitter, luckily no one's in there. I sit, and I think of the scene in Not Another Teen Movie where they watch that girl poop through the vent and look up nervously. I pull off some toilet paper and rustle it around in my hands to drown out the sound. Oh, but a thundering plop still echoes through the room. PLOP PLOP PLOP. Ten more minutes (I'm on lunch), tons more poops, and the toilet's almost completely full. I flush and then wipe.

I can usually wait until the end of the day, unless I have to work out. Then I always have to poop, either right before or during my workout. Usually I just push out enough poop (two or three big poopies) to make it comfortable to run.

Later at home comes the BIG poop. I spend about forty-five minutes plopping and dumping and grunting away. This is usually when I do my homework. After forty-five minutes I flush. I don't have a great toilet (the rest of my house is really nice so I don't know why the toilet's so crappy... pun intended :P) so it clogs. The water rises up then goes down, but doesn't go over. Though I always worry. I go and get a coat hanger (the house is mine until 10 when my parents get off work) and cut up my poop until it goes down. After that mess is cleaned up, I immediately sit back down to poop again. I let out one, two, three, four, five. Soon enough the bowl's full again. Usually the second time I remember to flush before it's COMPLETELY topped off. I flush again, then poop some more. This goes on for maybe two hours. Lots of good study time!

Before I go to bed (at 9:30, I like to poop before my parents get home), I poop once more. Usually it's not a big dump, but all right sized. I poop maybe five to ten big poops, then go to sleep.

I'm thinking of going to the doctor because it's really inconvenient to have to poop so much when I'm so shy. This has only been the last couple of weeks. Maybe I have some weird condition? Is there really such thing as megacolon?

Anyways, I hope my first post was good and kept you interested... keep those good poop stories coming!


Brandy--welcome to the board. The detail in your post was great. I hope you and Joe will have more to share.

China girl--yes it is nice having you post again. I always found it interesting how you talk about making your toilet suffer.

Mary Kate--would like to hear if you have any good poops from the drinking this weekend

Hey its poop--your last story was about an unsuccessful poop. How did everything come out--were you able to go the next morning?


To Joanna B: Glad you like to read the stories. I love to read other people's stories and eventually decided that I should post some of my own too, seeing as others put in so much time. But I often used to struggle to poop so my experiences are usually very different to other people's. I don't have an SO at the moment but used to date a nurse (I think I've posted about her on here before) and we used to share some experiences together. It's great to have someone there for you, even if it does take a while to get used to. It's such an intimate experience to share with someone and so soothing if you're feeling bad.

To Joe and Brandy: Thanks so much for sharing with us all. It's great that you've both met someone you share an interest in. And the detailed accounts are great!

Hey its poop has also had some great stories lately too.

To Linda from Australia: The huge log I did at my hotel actually (and uncharacteristically for me) came out without a lot of effort. I had to push the whole way to get it out because it was so wide that it stretched my hole to the maximum and the elasticity of my anus was gripping it for dear life! I don't think I made a sound because it was such a shock that it was so huge. I barely dared to breath because I just wanted to yell. It felt so good afterwards though. It must have taken nearly a minute to slide through because it did move so slowly but nearly constantly. I think it was reasonably firm but not so dry that it was hard or scratchy. I've never had a turd feel so big and smooth before. I'd done a small hard poop the day before so it can't have been buiding for too long. However, I hadn't pooped for several days prior to that so the first, hrad poop was probably just a precursor and the real volume was yet to come.

I had been eating a lot of asian food on that trip and I think the rice may have helped bulk the turd up a bit. I had super-sized logs for the next few days after I got back. The first one took me by surprise. I had just left my apartment and was walking to a local store and went down a winding road alongside a wood. It wasn't a long way but I noticed that this stretch of road must catch a few people short as I could see some scraps of tissues and things behind trees here and there. I was wondering if the people had peed or pooped, and why they would do it while still partly in sight of the road when I was hit by a really strong urge. I kept walking but had really strong cramps and was taking short steps. I thought it would take forever for me to get to the store walking this way so I decided to head off into the trees as well. I went well away from the road and down a bank so there was no chance of anyone seeing.

I slipped down my shorts and briefs in one motion and squatted down low, facing the way I had just come from. The grass tickled my butt and my sack as it dangled below. A slight push and a log began to immediately emerged. But straight away, its blunt head forced my butthole to maximum extension. I didn't hurt this time though, perhaps because when I'm squatting my butthole seems a bit more elastic and can move to accommodate the turd more easily. I was starting to feel dizzy so pushed hard to get it over with. The log shot a long way out and touched the ground and stopped. A dull, aching cramp went up through my intestines, as if I had just been hit with a bat. The poop could budge no more. I lifted my butt a little and the log flexed and went sideways. It came out swiftly. The whole ordeal only lasted a few seconds but the result was amazing.

The log was about sixteen inches long and close to 3 inches wide. It was cylindrical with a blunt head and very short tapering tail. It was pale brown and smooth, and seemed to be built up of chunks. With nothing to wipe, I pulled up my pants and started walking. But I felt so dizzy and so tired and my poor stretched butt felt so weird. It literally felt like a part of my lower body had been torn away. I suddenly felt so tired. I just wanted to lie down for a nap. So I head straight home, walking very slowly, and never got to the store.


Joe and Brandy
Hi everybody, it's Joe and Brandy again. We think these stories will be good ones. So, with nothing else that needs to be said, on to the stories.

Brandy: Hey. We decided I would post the first story in my writing. Anyway, Joe and I were hanging out at my place yesterday when I felt the urge to pee. Joe said he needed to go as well, so I suggested something a little unusual. We went out in the backyard and I took off my black skirt and thong and let Joe help me aim my stream. It was a really weird experience, but enjoyable. I don't know how much pee actually hit the plants where we were aiming, but it was fun. After I finished up, I put my skirt and thong back on, and Joe let me aim him. It was quite a bit easier, but I'm still not used to it. All in all, we turned the boring act of peeing into something fun and exciting.

Joe: For my story, I'm going to talk about what happened that night. After we had finished eating dinner, I got that familiar feeling of needing to poop. Brandy and I went into the bathroom, and I pulled down my jeans and briefs and sat on the toilet. I had a few long, loud farts, and then a turd came out and splashed into the toilet. Then two more smaller turds and I was done. I wiped and stood up, so we could see what I'd produced. It had nothing on what Brandy says she produces, but she likes just seeing me on the toilet :)

Brandy: Me again. One last story... this one happened a while back in summer. Me and two of my girlfriends went to the beach. The closest beach to where I live is a few hours drive, but we like to go at least once a year. Well, after we got there and had been swimming for a few hours, I was out sunbathing in my dark green bikini, when I received my signal to go to the toilet.

I've used this beach's toilets before many times, but only for peeing. I was a little concerned about if the toilet would flush after I finished, but I had to go. I went off towards the toilets with one of my girlfriends following, because she too had to pee. We got to the ladies' side of the toilets and both stalls were open. I took the left and she the right.

We both sat down and began forceful pees. Mine lasted for probably 30 seconds and was tapering off, but hers just kept going and going. I had already begun pooping. I squeezed out a few poops and I knew I had more. Meanwhile, her pee finally died down and she wiped and told me she'd meet me back at the beach. I said "Mmm.. Ok" and went back to my poop. Nnh.. I had a big poop ready to come out, but it was moving slowly. Nnnh... I felt it slowly ease out more and more. Finally it broke off with a flump sound and I felt empty. It took three wipes and I was clean. I stood up and turned to look at the toilet. I was right, there was no way this thing would flush. My big poop stretched from around the bend all the way to the front of the toilet, and it was wide too, not just long.

I pressed the flush, not anticipating much. The toilet gurgled as it tried to flush away my poops, but it couldn't. After the toilet had refilled, I pressed once more just to say I tried to flush. Again, it gurgled, but this time the monster poop was slithering away. It didn't go all the way, and the toilet began refilling again. I really hate to leave a clogged toilet, and I knew I could get this thing to go down. The toilet had flushed away my paper and the smaller poops, but the big one was stubborn. FLUSH! Gurgle, Gurgle.. More of the poop disappeared down the bend, but it was still there. FLUSH! Finally, my poop was gone, although the bowl had plenty of skidmarks to show for it.

Well, those are our stories. Hope you liked them...

Until next time,
Joe and Brandy


Desperate to poop
Hi all

I know at least one person what had happened to me and Red Headed Michelle. Unofrtunately I can't seem to post on my machine it keeps hanging at post.cgi screen when I press submit. (any ideas moderator?)

Anyway I've managed to grab five minutes on my parent's PC. So I can post a quick story and then hopefully get my machine working

I travelled across to see my Parent's on the x cross country train. When I get on I felt a nice dump brewing. After about 45 mins of the long journey I decided it was time to move my load. I walked up towards the toilets and as I did a lady came out and girl in her late twenties slightly plump took her place. I waited patiently outside. I was not desperate but definately felt a need to unload.

After a six-seven minute wait the girl came out, I hadn't heard a flush and sure enough the flusher didn't appear to be working as when I looked in the pan there was three nice size logs. I nestled my but on the fairly warm seat and prepared to do a nice dump on top. My first poop rolled out very easily and felt very nice. The pan was now pretty fulll but I spent another five-six mintues having a good clearout and dropped two more decent size poo's. Having finished I wiped up and dropped the paper in the bowl. I looked in the bowl and there were now siz nice size logs ranging from 5" up to 10". We both had a good clearout.

I washed up and left but couldn't flush

Happy Pooping


Monday, November 17, 2008