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Wetting on the beach

My girlfriend (Wendy) and I had some fun times at our local beach this summer. We both like to pee for each other and to do that in unusual places.

Wendy has a pale blue bikini and one day when she was wearing it we were having a picnic on the beach. After a couple of cans of cola she needed a wee, so we wandered down to the sea ...normally she would sit down in the shallow water and go through her bikini bottoms. This day she said she would give me a treat, so we stood in the shallow water and she just let her wee go...there was a really good stream coming through her bikini pants and splashing into the sea water. She kissed me and asked how I liked my treat.

I thought I would show her something similar, so as we walked back to our towels, I said I need to go too. I arranged myself so it was pointing down in my trunks and faced her as I peed a good stream...she was very pleased and we went back to our towels and put sun tan lotion on each other.

hope you like this story, I have several others if you do.


New Pushing method

Hi folks, I just learned something new today. If you're sitting on a conventional toilet and your struggling with a poop, try planting your heels firmly on the floor, as opposed to being up on your toes. Try to use your feet to push your butt back on the seat, but don't actually let your butt move. You can't do this maneuver without it tightening your abdomen and squeezing on your poop!!-- JW

Girlfriend wet her pants and her roommate shit her pants

Hey guys got a funny story about an old girlfriend wetting her pants that led to me hearing two stories about her roommate shitting herself.

So this was back in grad school. The girl I was dating was Lauren she shared an apartment with Sally (NOT THEIR REAL NAMES LOL!!!). We had met on campus for lunch and Sally was going to drive us back to their apartment. As we walked to her car I noticed that my girlfriend Lauren's khaki pants were really tight. They were so tight that her visible panty line was super obvious. I don't know if she had accidently shrunk them in the washing machine or if she had gained a little (she's a curvy girl).

I knew she'd be mortified if she knew people could see her panty line like that and I was feeling really bad for her that she had been walking around all day like this. As were got in the car (me in the back) I tried to think of a way of telling her to be careful of wearing those pants in future without having her know that she's been showing her panty line all day.

As we're driving, Sally mentioned taking a detour somewhere (I forget where). Lauren said not to because she really needed the bathroom. My ears perked up at this because she NEVER talks about peeing or anything like that. She's one of those girls that doesn't want her boyfriend to know that she even uses the toilet (she would always say she needed to check her makeup when she went). So for her to admit that she had a need meant it must be serious......

We drove closer but the traffic was really bad. I noticed she started bouncing her legs and was really starting to squirm. She was trying not to hold herself but I noticed a few times were she was forced to grab her crotch. She asked Sally to go faster but there really wasn't anything Sally could do because the traffic sucked.

Finally we get to their place and park. Lauren bursts out of the door but she misjudged the curb and trips and falls to her hands and knees. There was a HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE ripping sounds and the seat of her pants split completely open on the back seam. It looked just like a cartoon or a movie. The only thing missing would be those cartoon heart print boxer shorts that the cartoons have whenever a character is in their underwear.

I don't know if it was the shock of the fall or the embarrassment of splitting her pants in public (there were only two or three people around) or just it was too late anyway, but she completely lost control of her bladder and flooded her pants with pee. I remember how shocking it was that it happened simultaneously. You never see either of those two things happen but they happened at the same time to Lauren. She was still on her knees with a horrified shocked expression. A few people around were kind of trying to act like they weren't looking. Lauren put one hand on her backside to cover her panties and another hand on her completely wet crotch.

She started swearing quietly and saying she needed to get inside right away. I helped her up and this is when Sally couldn't control herself and started laughing. I knew this was a mistake and Sally probably did too but she just couldn't help it. I walked behind Lauren to try to cover her exposure and Sally walked next to her. The more Sally laughed I knew the more angry Lauren got until we got to the front door of their apartment and Lauren finally snapped and shouted, "I never laughed at you when you shit yourself!"

Sally immediately stopped laughing and looked as shocked as Lauren had when she split her pants. She made eyecontact with me and then quickly looked away and started turning bright red. She unlocked the door and went in. Sally went to her bedroom immediately without saying a word. Lauren went into the bathroom to shower and change and I hung out in th kitchen not sure of what to do but at least I didn't have to worry about the visible panty line problem anymore.

Lauren eventually came out and she was still beyond embarrassed. She was horrified that it had happened and that I saw it. I comforted her and said that it could happen to anyway. Eventually her face stopped blushing (I swear she was blushing for an hour after it happened). After a while Sally came out and apologized for laughing and Lauren and her made up.

I knew Lauren was still pissed off at being laughed at. I was too scared to laugh at the time because I knew Lauren had no self-deprecating humor and would be really angry if I had.... I do laugh and smile when I think about it now though. The combination of her trying to cover up her big green panties while pee was running down her legs is a funny visual. But I knew she was angry at Sally still so later that evening when we were in bed about to go to sleep I said it was mean of Sally to laugh. She agreed but tried to change the subject because I think she wanted to forget that this day ever happened. Then I asked her about Sally shitting her pants. She smirked a lot but initially didn't want to say. I remember saying something like "How can she laugh when you split your pants if she's shit her pants before? Shitting pants is worse than splitting pants!" She laughed at that and then told me that Sally had actually crapped herself TWICE. I write those out some other time because I gotta go to work now.

Big outdoor poop

Long time lurker first time poster. I live in a little town in New Mexico and I've always been fascinated by bowel movements (being a boy I'm more naturally into girls movements). This site has helped me overcome my fear of going in public and unfamiliar places. I have a few stories about some recent events. On Monday I went to school and after lunch I felt allot of gas building up but I can't really let it go at school so I held it, about 5th period I felt that there was more than just gas and I figured I should just go but when I went to the gym bathroom it was a wreck so I held it to 7th. I was dying through 7th and halfway through I gave up and went into the bathroom, there was 2 people in there but none In the stall I took it, waited for the people to leave and let fly, what would of been close to 20 inches of snake poop exited me at warp speed and was broken up by the gas upon impact, I wish it had to stay intact as that would of been quite a poop. Another story happened today, I felt the same way I did on Monday but later on so I made it home, at home I went to the bathroom and sat down 13 inches of soft poop coiled in the bowl. I thought I was done for the day till I went to my room for the night and tried to work on homework but I was hit by cramps, I would of gone to the real bathroom but my room is not connected to the main house and it's a pain to go inside. So instead I figured I'd go outside and go poop. So grabbed a ruler for digging and some tissues, I went outside found a tree and dug a six inch hole. I pulled down my pants and pushed. what happened next I was not prepared for, I figured I had diarrhea because of the cramps so i made a small hole but instead what came out of me when I pushed was a 2.5 inch thick snake that was about 25 inches long and coiled its way once around the hole and stuck about 12 inches out of the ground I was taken aback and just stared, then I heard my neighbor come home drunk get out of the car and start cursing at somone, they defended themselves and they went back forth between eachother and I was just stuck there frozen, if you don't know, New Mexico is famous for its domestic violence and large number of crimes so I'm pretty accustomed to this kind of thing I waited till they went inside and wiped my self and pushed everything into the hole and stuffed the tail of the snake into the hole I packed it down the best I could and put the dirt back on and got the hell out of dodge.

Thanks for reading and thanks to this website for helping me come out of my shell a lil bit


Work Bathrooms

Hello everyone, I am a school teacher at a regional high school. I teach English for freshmen and juniors. First off I am 43 years old I have two kids who are 7 and 4. I am also a red head. Tuesday was an important day because we had a science fair for juniors. Since they had gone down to the gym I had the freshmen. I had the urge to take a nice big poop. I asked the teacher next door to watch my class.

I walked down the hall to the bathrooms and unfortunately the faculty doesn't have their own bathrooms. I walked in and the girls room has 5 stalls and there was one girl in a stall. She had her jeans at her ankles and she had some yellow underwear. I took the stall next to her and the lock was hard to push because it was so broken. Eventually I locked it and lowered my black slacks and blue panties to my ankles and sat down. The student next to me was farting a lot like she was going to have a big poop. Then another student came in and ran to the 3rd stall and then farted with a bunch of poop exploding into the toilet. Of course she didnt wipe or flush and just ran out. The students shoes looked really familiar and then I realized it was one of my students Aniya. I decided not to say anything to make her feel uncomfortable mostly because I didnt want her knowing that her teacher was pooping next to her. I pushed a bit to help and then Aniya farted again and then there was a small plop in the toilet. She asked for some toilet paper and I gave her a couple wads and and she started wiping her bum. She got up and left and I pushed out a nice thick log which came out to about ten inches and I pushed out another one which was about 5 inches I wiped and got up. I checked the stall of the girl with explosive poop and she never sat down and she left diaherrea on the seat. Aniya also didnt flush. There was a nice piece of poop in there which was around 6 inches.

I have another quick story to tell. This happened about a month ago when me and my son Caleb went through an apple orchard. So theres a farmers market near us that is opened every Saturday. We were going through the orchard and I had to go pay the parking meter so I told Ryan to stay here while I payed it. I payed and walked back and had to pee so I went to the outdoor toilets. They weren't porta potties as you could flush them but they were weird. I pulled my jeans down to my ankles and sat down. There was a vent I could look through to see into the other stall and there was some lady cleaning herself up. She left the stall and it was empty for about 30 seconds. I started peeing and then someone went into the next toilet. I looked through the vent and it was Caleb! He locked the door, and pulled his sweat pants and his batman underwear down to his ankles and sat down. It really wasn't weird because I'd seen him poop plenty of times before. The toilets must've been really high because his feet hung about 4 inches off the ground. He made a small fart and then I started hearing crackling. His face was red like really red. And then there was a plop. Then there was a bigger plop, he started rolling out toilet paper and wiped. He pulled up his undies and pants and flushed and left. I went around the toilets and met up with him to make it look like nothing happened. Of course I have many more stories so please stay tuned.


Coach trips with sightings or near sigh

Over the weekend someone asked me to look for a photograph that I may have taken, so I first looked through my digital photos on CDs, but they were to new, so I dug out old photo albums and looked through them. This lead me to remember past coach trip sightings.

1974, I was on a coach on a two lane German motorway. Up in front of the coach a car pulled off onto the side of the road and a female in a business suit got out and came to the back of it, with her back to the road she put her hands up under her skirt and pulled down her knickers and squatted down as we pasted her all I could see was a bit of bum, we were soon past so I did not get to see her pee.

1982, I joined a London to Plymouth coach at Heathrow having just arrived back from Canada. The coach was very full and running late. After a time the back of the coach was getting very loud, (I think it was a hen party going home), when a female in a very short skirt made her way to the driver to ask him to stop, ( this coach was an old one with no toilet), the driver said no, she returned to her seat and a loud 'well if he will not stop then I will just pee here' was said.
Minutes later another female made her way to the driver, she said something to him before going down the few steps to the door well of the coach and her head went below my line of sight, then a second female ran to the front of the coach, grabbed the drivers pale blue square plastic rubbish bin, placed it in the gangway and with her back to the people on the coach pulled her knickers down and sat on it. I did get to see her bum and bit of ass crack as she sat there, and all of her bum as she stood up to pull her knickers up, before both females returned to there seats.
When the coach did stop sometime later at some services and I got off to go to the gents there was a big wet patch on the door mat, the driver was washing his bin out under a tap when I came out of the gents. The hen party got off at Exeter with no more peeing.

2000, On my way home from France, we were trying to get into Zeebrugger ferry terminal, (another french ferry strike) the traffic was bumper to bumper and not moving, we could see the terminal to the right, as we sat there two females walked past our coach (I think they thought they could walk to it to use the toilets). The traffic started to move but the road curved left away from the terminal and as it went under a over pass there they were.
The two females were squatting with there backs to a support pillar having a pee, our coach had the slow and I was level with them, they were side on to me and I had a great view of both the side butt cheeks and I could clearly see both there pee streams, and when the one nearest to the road stood up she turned her back to the road and gave a full view of the whole of her bum as she bent to pull up her things, but this did hide the other female when she stood up.
Then they ran back up the road to rejoin there transport.

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Natasha great story.

To: Jessica it sounds like you had a pretty desperate poop and made it to the bathroom just in time.

To: Elphaba great story.

To: Lucy first welcome to the site and great story and I look forward to reading even more of them.

To: Anna From Austria was the chili spicy if so then it was the chili that caused the burn.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Chili farts/pooping

I had some chili for dinner tonight. Chili always gives me potent farts and that is what has happened throughout the evening. It reminds me of a funny time as a Boy Scout back in 2007 when we were at our annual summer camp. I think it was that Wednesday night when our troop had some delicious chili for dinner. But again, delicious chili is usually the kind that gives you serious gas and pooping. Indeed, multiple Scouts in the troop, myself included, were farting all night after dinner and the campsite smelled absolutely disgusting. I went to the latrine before bedtime in need of a serious poop. I did that and it was a bit soft in terms of texture, but pretty solid. There was probably about five pieces, making it a normal poop for me, for the most part. Then I turned in and the next morning our campsite smelled normal again.

End Stall Em

Spencer's crapping phobia

I've written before about my long-time friend, and for the past few years, my boyfriend, Spencer. I live in the dorms during the week and spend most weekends at Spencer's apartment. Sunday morning we both overslept. He was the first out of bed after our kiss and I lingered for a couple of minutes. Then I realized I needed to hurry. I opened the bathroom door to find him on the toilet as I was drawing my shower. One thing is consistent and very different with him and goes back to when he first came over to my parents' house about 10 years ago while doing yard work in the neighborhood. Even at home he places toilet paper over the seat before he sits on it. Always! So a couple of minutes later as I was showering, Spencer opened the shower door and asked me to pick up toilet paper at the mall where I work because he had just used the last of it. For the rest of my shower, the first five minutes of my drive, and while I waited behind three other women to use the bathroom at the Kwik Shop, Spencer's wastage of toilet paper just didn't rest well with me. Finally when I got to the mall, 25 minutes late and still mad, a colleague Marcie, who was covering for me at the kiosk, could see I was upset. At lunch, I told her about Spencer's fastidious habit. She agrees with me that its like so last century! She recommends that I visit a travel store at our mall which sells packages of seat covers. I don't know. Later when I cooled down I stopped picked up a 24-roll pack of toilet tissue. I deliberately placed it on the toilet for Spencer to find. Then I drove to campus to finish a research paper.


Another camping story

Hi again. I have another story about camping in the woods with friends as a kid. Hope you enjoy it.

During the summer and fall, our group of boys would go off into the woods around our neighborhood and explore for hours. Eventually, we found a site we liked and wanted to camp there. We persuaded our parents that, because we were still technically in the neighborhood, we'd be okay for a few days on our own, during a long weekend from school. Finally, they agreed and we set off with supplies: Kevin brought a tent with him in a huge carrying bag which had straps like a backpack; Chris and I brought the food and bottled water; Jared brought our sleeping bags and pillows; and we all had changes of clothes for two days.

Once we got to our original site, Chris and Kevin set about setting up the tent, which was easy as it was fairly simple in design; it could hold two, but we'd all squeeze in fine. I had needed to poop since shortly after beginning our hike and couldn't easily take care of my need as the others peed against trees, so I really needed to go now. Fortunately, the "rock toilet" I'd made earlier war still standing and I headed over to it with a Goosebumps book I was reading at the time.

I anxiously unbuttoned my pants and tugged them and my underwear down to my ankles. Chris saw me and suddenly pulled something out of his pack. It was a toilet seat! He ran over to me and explained that he'd found it in his family's garage. He placed it on the rim of the pit toilet and I sat down quickly, pleased that the rocks were firmly in place now after a week.

"Thanks, that's a lot better!" I said. He grinned and said it was nothing, his parents wouldn't even notice as it was being thrown away anyway. A cramp hit my stomach and I grunted, bearing down hard. Slowly, I felt my butt open almost too wide and a huge log started moving out. Sweat ran down my forehead and I wiped it away. Chris sat down next to me on the grass.

"That sounds like it hurts!" he said and I grunted in agreement, pushing too hard to speak. Finally I pushed it all the way out and it hit the bottom of the pit, a good three feet deep, with a thud. I farted loudly and sighed in relief. I pushed again and farted before feeling another one start to slide out. Pee squirted out as I was pushing and built into a strong stream, splashing against the front rock. I sighed as my bladder slowly emptied. I pushed as I finished peeing to get it all out and felt the second poop drop too.

"Almost done? I have to pee," Chris said. I laughed. "Just pee here, it's grass!" He laughed too and stood up, unzipping his fly and pointing his penis at a patch of ground; a stream flew out and he shut his green eyes. With his curly dark hair and the blissful look on his face, I was suddenly struck by how pretty he looked. Heat rose in my cheeks and I looked away, concentrating on my poop again, as another was pushing out. That's what I got for not popping for three days!

I grunted and strained, since this was not coming out easily: it was hard and scratched as it came out. Painful. I pushed hard, hoping to get it out quickly and groaned in pain as it was forced out, scratching all the way, finally dropping with a big thud into the pit. I farted again three times and felt done. I took a pack of tissues out of my pocket (for just this reason) and wiped carefully as my butt stung a bit. I was dismayed to find quite a lot of blood on the paper; wow, it hurt more than I thought!

I tossed the dirty tissues into the pit when I was done and stood up, pulling up my pants as I did so. Chris glanced in. "Wow! You really had to go, didn't you?" I nodded in relief, squirting some hand sanitizer onto my hands from a big bottle we had. Chris told me to set the bottle on a flat rock next to the toilet and hung a roll of toilet paper on a low branch within reaching distance of the toilet. There, a proper bathroom! It was in full view of the campsite, but whatever, nobody cared.

The others had finished setting things up now and I had the brilliant idea (since I didn't know how to safely make a campfire yet) of putting the large metal lantern Kevin had brought on a big stump a few yards from the tent and arranging our camping chair around it. (When night came, it actually looked quite nice!)

It grew unseasonably cold as night drew in and we huddled around the "campfire", as the metal lantern actually doubled as a heater and gave off a good amount of heat while lit. We told jokes and funny stories we'd heard, discussed a few movies we'd seen, etc. Jared got up and went over to the toilet, dropping his shorts and sitting down. His loud fart reached us and we laughed. He grimaced as he pushed hard and sighed as a barely audible thud was heard in the pit. He kept grunting and pushing on the toilet for several minutes, farting several times, and finally sighed in relief, grabbed some toilet paper, and wiped his butt. He stood up and pulled up his pants and used some hand sanitizer.

We sat around the lantern for almost an hour, just talking, and soon broke out the food, having a Lunchable each for dinner; finally, it was completely dark and we could hear crickets and cicadas singing in the grass around us. We stood up, stretching, and decided it was time for bed. Squeezing inside the tent, we undressed as best we could and climbed into our sleeping bags, stuffed together like sardines in a can.

In the morning, it was cool and I shivered as I pulled on new clothes. I wasn't the only one awake; Chris's sleeping bag was also empty. I climbed out of the tent and and saw Chris sitting on the toilet. He was still in his pajamas and sitting hunched on the seat, gripping his stomach. I heard a loud, wet fart burst out of him and he grimaced with a groan.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned, as I came over. Chris shook his head miserably and then groaned again as a loud splatter was heard in the pit; he was having diarrhea. He finished with a small wet fart and wiped his sweaty face. "I think those Lunchables might be bad, I feel really sick."

I was feeling gurgles in my own stomach and suddenly a wave of nausea hit me out of nowhere. I gripped my stomach and said, "Yeah, seems like it, are you going to be on there longer?" Chris grunted, nodding, and I heard another splatter of diarrhea. My belly was now full of painful knots and I hurried into the tall grass a few feet from the toilet and jerked down my jeans and underwear, squatting and gripping my knees. I groaned as a huge wave of diarrhea gushed out and soaked the ground under my butt. I was shuddering by the time it finished, feeling weak and sweaty. Something punched me hard in the stomach and I farted explosively as wave after wave of burning diarrhea gushed out. I was crying by this point, and barely noticed the other boys rushing out of the tent and ducking behind a tree, loud farts soon coming from behind them.

Chris suddenly leaned forward and threw up in the grass by his feet and the sight and smell made me lurch forward in a kind of frog-squat, and vomit into the grass as well. I was pushing out of both ends for a long time and when it was finally over, I was empty and shaking and so weak it took me two attempts to stand up after wiping my butt what seemed like twenty times. I grabbed the hand sanitizer and put it back on the rock when I was done. Chris was grimacing, gripping his stomach as an explosive fart burst out with another huge splatter.

Finally, I was able to stagger upright and walked away from my mess, chilled through to the skin through my sweat-soaked shirt. Chris seemed done now and wiped his butt many times before standing. He was crying and I suddenly walked over and hugged him,feeling his shirt was as damp as mine. I could feel my butt was still wet and thought I hadn't wiped well enough until I realized I had peed all over my pants as I was leaning forward to throw up and poop at the same time. I trudged off to the tent to change again, realizing this meant I'd need to wear something twice.

We threw the rest of the Lunchables away into the grass and subsisted on sandwiches for the rest of the day, which, thankfully, were fine in their cooler filled with ice. Jared rushed to the toilet during lunch to have more explosive farts, gripping the seat tightly, his eyes squeezed shut. He wiped after ten minutes and came back, looking a bit paler. It took the rest of the day for us to recover from the diarrhea attacks, with us rushing to the toilet or else squatting in the nearby tall grass (the toilet grass, we called it afterward, to keep it separate from the rest of the campsite) to have chunky diarrhea for several minutes.

Fortunately, the next day was fine. Everyone felt much better and Kevin had one small bout of diarrhea in the morning, but that was it. Jared went over to the pit toilet next, unzipping his fly and peeing into the toilet for a few minutes. He farted quietly twice but didn't seem to need a poop. I decided to squat in the "toilet grass" instead of use the pit toilet when I needed to poop that evening, grunting out four long turds and farting five times during it. Finally, I peed for a minute and was done.

We packed up and headed back in the morning. I took a nice, long poop in the rock toilet before we left, reading for a while. This slightly irritated my friends, as I held them up for fifteen minutes while I did my business. I finished, wiped, and we headed out. Nothing much happened afterward. I peed for a long time against a tree and a little later, Kevin squatted over a small creek, his turds dropping into the water and flowing quickly away, farting softly at the end; this seemed like a good idea so Jared and Chris squatted over the water too, and they soon started dropping turds and both farting loudly. We all laughed and when they were done, we continued back home.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

I am enjoying all of your posts! Keep up the great work, everyone! I hope to see more from you all soon!
I just thought I'd stop by and share a rather interesting story. This took place when I was probably around 6, maybe 7 years old. I doubt I was any older than that.
I was playing at my neighbors house. A boy around my age lived there. We became friends, so we played a lot.
One day, his dad had set up a sprinkler. He was in his bathing suit running through the sprinkler. I noticed this as I glanced out my window. I naturally wanted to join, so I got changed into my bathing suit too and dashed outside and began running through the sprinkler as well!
After about 5 minutes of this, he declared that he needed to use the bathroom and that he'd be right back. I was around that age where I was curious about the difference between boys and girls, so I guess I just wanted to sneak a quick peek if I could.
We both went inside and he went into his bathroom, shutting the door partially. I knocked, asking if I could come in. He seemed a bit embarrassed at first, but we agreed that I could come in if he would see mine as well.
He started to pull down his swim trunks.
"I've never seen a boy's privates before," I said. He pulled his trunks down all the way and sat on the toilet. He pointed his penis down into the bowl and started peeing.
"Don't boys usually go standing up?" I asked.
"Yeah, I usually do, but this time I have to poop too," he said in reply.
I sat on the edge of the bathtub, right across from him. His legs were apart, so I could see the log coming as he pushed hard. A little grunt escaped him, and I said, "it's okay! It's almost out!" He continued to push and finally it fell with a big plop. A few loose turds slipped out effortlessly after the first big one. He took some toilet paper and wiped the tip of his penis, then wiped his butt a few times. He stood up, pulled his trunks back up and washed his hands at the sink.
"I need to go too," I said, blushing. I was slightly embarrassed about it, but seeing him poop made me more comfortable with the idea.
"Can I watch?" He asked.
"Sure," I said, pulling down my one piece bathing suit. I finally got my bathing suit off and sat on the toilet.
"I've never seen a girl's privates before either," he said, curiously looking at my vagina as I spread my legs to pee.
I started to pee, my stream lasting around 30 seconds, which shocked him. "Wow, you really had to go!" He commented.
I pushed a little and out came a long turd. A few pushes later, I was all done. I took some toilet paper and wiped in between my legs and then my butt. I put my bathing suit back on and washed my hands after flushing the toilet. We returned outside to continue playing as if nothing happened.
Very memorable experience!

Michael W.

D.Z. Discovery Zone

Hi everyone. Its been a while since I posted on here so I thought I'd share another story. But first, I know there are other posters on here named Michael and I put W at the end of my name for a reason. I hope nobody gets confused. Anyways, I've been wanting to share this story for quite some time so here it goes.

I was 9 years old at the time and I was in 4th Grade. It was November of 1997, which was exactly 20 years ago. My older bro Josh had just turned 11 years old. Me, him, and my dad went out to D.Z. Discovery Zone to celebrate his birthday. I had so much fun that day. I ate a few slices of pizza, drink some pepsi, and had some candy, I played in the ball pool and the rest of the play area which was really big. Anyways, I felt the need to poop so I left the play area to go use the restroom. My shoes were off and I was wearing socks. (I love getting away with not wearing shoes in a public bathroom). The bathroom was empty. The minute I stepped into the Men's room I smelled something weird and foul. I was like "Oh man, what is that smell?" So decided to check all the stalls before I do my business. I think there were like 5 or 6 stalls all together with 2 or 3 urinals included. Anyways, when I checked one of the stalls that was closer to the urinals I opened the door and there was puke all over the toilet, all over the seat, and a lil bit of it was on the floor. I was like "EWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!" I almost threw up just by the sight of it. It looked like a strawberry milkshake. I'm not trying to be disgusting but yeah I hate it when I have to poop in a public bathroom and whoever leaves it there does not bother to flush it down. Plus nobody cleaned it up an it looked quite fresh too. Whoever puked their brains out all over the toilet like that, I think I know why they got sick. It was probably from eating bad pizza. Which has happened to me like once or twice when I was a kid. Anyways, I closed the door to avoid seeing it some more and I was like "???? this! I'm not pooping in this bathroom." So I decided to hold my poop in until I got home. Me, my dad, and Josh went home an hour later. When we got back to the house I kicked my shoes off, grabbed the Columbia House catalog, and headed straight for the bathroom. When I finally pooped I was happy. I spent like 20 minutes or so in the bathroom looking at the pictures in the catalog. When I was done I pulled my jeans and underwear up and washed my hands and left the bathroom. A year later, we went to D.Z. again to celebrate Josh's 12th birthday. We had fun playing in the play area and after we were done playing laser tag I felt the need to poop. So I headed straight for the Men's room. On my way there I remember thinking to myself 'I hope nobody puked their brains out all over one of the toilets and left it there for other people to see it like last year.' Once again, I was wearing socks. When I went into the Men's Room I checked every stall to make sure that they were clean. I was the only one in this bathroom. I picked one of the middle stalls and then I closed the door. I let my blue jeans and boxers down to my ankles as I sat down and relaxed myself and I cupped my face with my hand. I let a couple of banana poops out, then I pushed out like 5 or 6 logs, then I pushed some mushy poop out. Then I farted. It was like Pfffrrrtt! I laughed. And then it seemed like I was done but I wanted to stay seated for a few more minutes to be sure. I pushed a few times and realized that I was done. I wiped with toilet paper and then I pulled my blue jeans and boxers back up and then I left the stall and washed my hands. All in all I think I spent like no more than 15 minutes in there. It was another happy pooping session. That's all for today. Has anybody been in that situation before? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading my post and I hope everything comes out okay for everyone.


To Bianca

For you and anyone else interested, it's not at all surprising to have someone becoming incontinent during a seizure. Remember that a TC seizure is an electrical storm in the brain, and what you see, is not the seizure, but the result of the seizure activity in the brain. Any muscle in the body can be affected including the bladder, the sphincters and pelvic floor muscles that control both the autonomic and voluntary control of the urethra. This is also true of the bowels as well. If by chance, you still don't get it (LOL) (JK)think back to when you had biology and did the experiment where you touch electric probes to a frog leg and watch it jump.


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Real Quick:

Victoria B: I hope that you feel better! Your writing is as elegant while lightheaded as it is when you are at your best! Also, I'm glad that you did not have a wetting accident and that your friend was there to help. Love, Catherine!

Jessica: Thank you for the greetings!

Everything is normal in my number two department. I wish I could say that for my baby boy! Diapers are killing our budget!




Improv Night at the Club

A couple of weeks ago my best friend Dani took me out clubbing to celebrate my birthday. Instead of a DJ or band, customers were the entertainment on an improv night. Wouldn't you know it, I drew 1st performer. I already had downed 3 drinks when I had an envelope held out for me and I drew my topic. Why I hate snow! Dani, who had drank more than me, yelled out Noah. At least 3 times! So I thought What the hell and went with it.

This happened just over 20 years ago. A snow day was announced on the radio and a neighbor boy Noah called me and wanted to go sledding on a hill about 6 blocks from our houses. He said his mom would only let him go immediately because a blizzard was scheduled for that afternoon. I got my warmest clothing on and didn't even stop to use the bathroom. Mistake #1. Each of us pulled our sleds over and we spent about an hour and a half going down the big hill. It had 3 bumps that made it easier to wipe out. Those bumps and having to walk back up pulling our sleds reminded me that my 10-year-old anus was loaded.

In walking back up, Noah noticed I was pained. He had to piss and I used that concession to tell him that I had to poo. At the top of the hill and over a block or so there was a picnic area. Noah asked a couple of groups near us if the bathrooms were open and finally someone said they had just used it. We were in luck so we walked over. Mistake #2

So when we finally got to the building we found it was mostly a storage shed. There was only one door. It had a faded symbol on it that Noah explained was unisex. Then he said something that I wouldn't repeat to my mom. I pleaded with him to let me go first. Mistake #3 The door was high and heavy steal that had been bent. I saw a gap about 1/2 inch between the door and door jamb. I eyed the single toilet with its black seat up and decided that getting my butt on it ASAP was more important than leaving the door ajar. Mistake #4

There was a chain from the ceiling to turn on a light. I pulled it but there was no light. For some reason I wasn't surprised when I looked up and saw someone had apparently stolen the bulb. I dropped my jeans, yanked my green parka up with one hand, while I dropped the seat with the other. Immediately I was sitting on what seemed like a huge ice cube. Luckily my usual 10 a.m. crap cooperated and exited easily. I yelled out to Noah that I was almost done and the bathroom would be his. With my glove I quickly grabbed for the toilet paper roll. Nothing there. The holder had been stolen from the wall.

At that point, the door was kicked open, Noah yelled Surprise and blasted me with 3 really messy snowballs. One disintegrated on my left thigh. Another hit my left shoulder. The final was a direct hit right between my legs as I sat. He wasn't trying to hurt me because they were not fully formed in a hard way. I had a quick thought to partially use the one that was partially smashed in my mid-section as a substitute for toilet paper. It actually did a pretty good job on the main area, but I was in so much pain from the ice that I knew better than try to be as thorough with it as I would have with regular toilet paper.

Of course, my underwear and jeans were soggy with frozen liquid, and I slowly chose my steps as I walked out. Noah was still somewhat laughing when I walked out and he yanked up his coat, unzipped and took out his organ and peed with pretty bad aim. I don't think he saw me looking in through the door crack. I do know that the next user of that toilet would be sitting on pretty much fully ice-covered seat. Like me, Noah was shaking and cold. We took our sleds about a block away to a c-store where he bought us hot chocolate. I used the bathroom there to dry myself off because I didn't want to catch a cold. But I still did and missed 2 days of school.



Yeah, it was the chili that burned. Hot food is hot on the way out, also.

Imogen: Honestly, I don't even remember the few accidents I've had all that well. Thankfully, I've not had a full blown accident in several years. I used to have a lot of very close calls, either for a wee or a poo or sometimes both, mostly because I didn't want to use the toilets at school. As far as I know, no one except maybe my friends saw any of my accidents. I actually posted about my one pooing accident that happened when I was walking home, back in 2012 on page 2243.

Hi all. I only have a few minutes today, so I'll share one quick story from today. In my last post, I mentioned that another girl at work seems to have the same pooing schedule as me, as we often end up needing a poo at the same time. Well, today was no exception. I found myself needing a poo a bit after one, like usual. As soon as I could, I headed off to the toilets.

When I got there, all three cubicles were in use, so I queued. I guessed that all three women were probably pooing as several minutes went by. Then Isobel entered and she seemed quite distressed to see all the cubicles in use and me queueing. I could tell she was bursting for the loo. A few more minutes later a cubicle opened up. I got on the toilet and had a very relieving, much needed wee and poo. I finished, wiped, flushed, sprayed a bit of air freshener and left the cubicle. As I was washing my hands, Isobel came out of another cubicle and came to the sink next to me. Our eyes met and she gave me a brief, shy smile. We ended up finishing washing at about the same time and then we went back to work, both feeling quite relieved.

Okay, that's all I have time for right now. Bye!

Victoria B.

To Vincene

Your post reminded me of some of the treatment I received as a teen and it made me salty. Your co-workers (and manager) were total assholes and their treatment of Jewel probably qualified as workplace harassment. The second plunger was not only unnecessary, but was also there only to serve as a cudgel of shame to ensure that women who dared to pee and crap; that is, to have bodily functions, "stay in line." Telling an employee to "take it easy on the toilet" in front of co-workers, much less customers, was totally unacceptable. The habitual pissing on the seat and resulting toilet paper shortages were just the icing on this cake of misogynistic, body-shaming bullshit.

I hope that you were spared some of the worst of their conduct and that you and Jewel found a less appalling place to work.



Embarrassing Poo

Today I had an emergency at school. I usually don't do my business at school, but for today I had to make an exception. During 2 period I had the sudden urge to poop and there was no way I was gonna be able to hold it in until school was over, so I quickly headed to the bathroom. In the bathroom there were a group of girls socializing and nobody else was there, but the urge was too strong and I had no time to get to another bathroom. So I rushed into one of the stalls, dropped my pants and underwear and sat down. I was trying not to make a sound, but I knew that wasn't going to be possible. I could help it, when I let out a long wet fart that made all the girls laugh. Knowing they already knew what I was doing I just tried to finish as quickly as possible. Multiple loud farts followed by sloppy poo started to come out. I thought I was done, when suddenly the diarrhea started to come out. It was farting out liquid and the girls were still there. After about 15 more minutes of continuous pooing I was finally done and the girls were completely laughing. However, when I was done I realized that there was no toilet paper and I was too embarrassed to ask the other girls. Then once they left I opened the stall door and hopped into the next stall with my pants n underwear completely still down. This was the worst day ever.
Any questions or advice

Monday, November 13, 2017

Uncle Harry

Fun in the Woods..or Was It

One nice day, Paula called me to see if I would go stomping around in the forest preserves. I would usually be busy on a weekday, but I happened to be free that one. Neither my wife nor her husband likes to go hiking, so we became hiking mates. She had no problem peeing outdoor on the ground or peeing standing up and not getting her clothes wet. We decided to try a new trail which we had never tried before. We drove to the entrence, and parked the car. No one else was parked there. We slung our back packs on and took off. The first thing we saw was a wooden gray building with a sign on it saying Closed. I remembered this building as a bathroom for men and women years earlier. Despite the sign, both doors were open and the lights were on. So we went in and, lo and behold, there was no wall separating the men's and women's sides. The one that I remembered was a 4 foot panel which provided little privacy. Any way, Paula needed to pee before we took off. She started to sit down on the hole-in-the-ground toilet, but it was not very appealing, so she hovered over the the stinky smell. She peed for about a 1/2 minute and then stopped. She couldn't take the stink. So we took off again. About 45 minutes later, we both needed to pee, Paula pulled down her slacks and undies, half-squated,
and peed. Suddenly, a nasty looking bug scared her. She moved over and finished peeing. A gust of wind got her pants wet. In the mean time, I was fiddling with my fly. For some reason, I couldn't get my penis out. It would swing to the right. Oh my gosh. I put my underpants on inside out. Paula was done peeing now and came over to help. She had to hold my penis straight when I peed. To top it off, we forgot to bring our lunch. We decided to pack up,leave, and try another day.

I was doing some Christmas shopping and while I was in a department store I needed to pee so I looked to see if there were any bathrooms. There was and the ones I used had a raised seat so when I sat down my feet were off the ground and while I was emptying my bladder I swung my legs to and fro. After looking in some more shops I decided to have lunch in a café. When I had paid for my coffee and cake I went upstairs where there had more seating. There were three people, a man with two women, around the table behind the one I selected and while I was sipping my coffee I noticed the two women pass my table and head towards the bathroom sign. A few minutes later one of them returns and says to the man "it's not men's and women's there's just one single cubical for everybody" He then said that he would use the one downstairs and left while the woman waited for her friend to return. I returned to my book (Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince) while I enjoyed an extremely delicious chocolate cake. I was still reading way past finishing my coffee and there was a growing pressure in my rectum so when I got to the end of the chapter I marked my place and then put the book away in my rucksack before getting up and heading to the bathroom. It was vacant so I went straight in and locked the door before undoing my jeans and pulling them along with my navy panties all the way down to my red Converse. Then I sat down and was pleasantly surprised to discover I was sitting on a contoured seat. I loved it; to have that support all the way from my thighs to my bum was so comfortable. I started by farting and then after a bit of pushing a log shot out of my bum and landed in the water with a 'plop'. All that pushing must have started something because within a couple of seconds I produced two more turds. Then I felt my bladder relax and pee started to hit the porcelain. Just then someone tried to open the door. I still felt there was more poo in me so I stayed sitting for another minutes while I tried to push it out. However this was to no avail and as I stood up and wiped I thought that maybe I might feel the need to go again later. Covering the three short light brown logs with the loo paper I flushed the loo, got redressed and washed my hands. The hand dryer was broken so I waved my hands over the sink and wiped them on my jeans to get them dry before putting on my jacket and rucksack. Unlocking the door I opened it and saw a middle aged woman waiting by the opposite wall. She started walking towards the bathroom and I passed her as I went back into to where the tables were. Then I exited the café and carried on with shopping.

I''ve been slightly constipated today but I think it's related to my cheese consumption which has been higher just lately than it probably should be.

Anna from Austria. I've only eaten chilli a couple of times in my life, without any memorable after effects so far as I can recall. However I expect any spicy food including chillis and curries can occasionally result in painful - well spicy - bowel movements. When you think about poo is very largely a processed form of stuff that went in the other end.

Vincene. It's natural for young people to be amused by bodily functions. After all, some of us who aren't so young still are occasionally. That said, the manager should never had said anything which would embarrass that young staff member. Nobody can help what comes out of their bottom.

Bianca. Going for a #2 five times in one morning is certainly unusual. My hunch is that it was probably caused by something that you'd eaten. Either that or a bit of a stomach bug.


First story

Hi everyone, its Lucy here, Abbie's friend. I'm using her laptop to post as mine won't access the internet for some reason!
Since Abbie told me she'd been posting on this site I've read quite a few old posts and have experienced a huge sense of relief as it seems to not only be me who has accidents from time to time! In particular I identify with Imogen's posts as I must admit I've had quite a few wee accidents, some of which I've never told a single soul about- not even Abbie!! For some reason I tend to wait until I'm absolutely bursting before I go for a wee, so hence the accidents!
I think the worst time was a few years ago back when I was still at school- it was actually the summer term of Year 10 so I was 15. I'd been dying to have a wee most of the afternoon, but I was sure I could hold it until I got back home. I remember being on the bus and getting more and more desperate, by the time I got off I was really struggling to hold it in and as I was walking back to my house I let a few small spurts go and felt my knickers getting a bit damp. To be honest that happened quite a bit whenever I was desperate for a wee and still does sometimes, when I was at school and had games or PE I always made sure I wore plain white knickers, that way if I did wee in them a bit it didn't show up as much as when I was wearing other colours! Theres a big difference between your knickers getting damp and having a complete and total accident though! On this occasion I remember getting to my front door and being really really desperate, I knew if only I could get inside straight away I would be OK but typically my key got stuck in the lock, and by the time I got the door open my bladder just released right there on the doorstep and I could feel my wee literally whooshing out! My knickers got soaked pretty much straight away, it was summer and I was wearing a skirt without tights so it just came cascading down my legs and drenched my socks and shoes. Fortunately my front garden was hidden by a tall hedge and my sister and parents were out so no-one else knew that it had happened. Because it was so private I decided to take my shoes, socks and knickers off before I even went in the house so that I didn't get anything wet, my knickers were pink with blue edging and they were a much darker shade of pink than they had been before! It felt really weird to be standing on the doorstep wringing my knickers out on the lawn, I had visions of the postman arriving but luckily no-one appeared! I left my shoes outside and went in carrying my socks and knickers, I rinsed them out in the sink and then went upstairs and put them in the wash before having a shower and putting clean knickers on. When I'd got changed I went back to the front door and retrieved my shoes, I sponged them out and put them in the airing cupboard to dry. I made sure I put a load of washing on which contained my wet knickers and socks so that nobody realised what had happened, but I guess I've always felt really ashamed that I wet my knickers at the age of 15- that is until I read this site and saw that its actually not that rare, which made me feel loads better!
If you liked this story I will post about other accidents I have had- including some poo accidents!! Thanks, Lucy.


Playing tennis with my girlfriend

Some years ago we used to play tennis (well I tried and hit the ball back) in a local park. The park had two courts, one was clay and the other was grass (but it was made into a putting green) the courts were in the back corner of the park, with the park keepers hut and toilets on one side, with trees at the back and the park wall on the other side.
As we used it in the summer evenings it was free, as at 4pm the park keeper would lock the toilets and chain up the swings and other play equipment and go home. My girlfriend would wear one of those short white skirts with white knickers under it and a white top. We would play and then go to the water fountain for a drink to cool down and then play some more if no-one was waiting to play.
After a time we sometimes needed to pee, if we had no-one near to see I would pee out through the back fence into the trees, and my girlfriend would sit on the bench along the inside at the side of the court, pull her skirt up out of the way and her knickers to one side and pee down through the planks of the bench, I liked to watch this.
But if people were about us or someone was waiting to play we would leave the court and walk to a old cast iron sheltered park bench, this shelter had side walls to keep the wind out and so she would squat and pull her knickers to the side and pee there, I would then pee in the same corner onto her pee puddle.
After that we would walk back home.

Anna from Austria
Today I had an funny toilet experience. Yesterday I had lots of chili for dinner.

Today shortly arriving after work, my ???? started to ache and I felt to the urge to go Number 2 as fast as possible. So I went to the Ladies room, went into one stall, locked the door, pulled down my pants and thong and sat on the toilet.

I pushed slighly and after blasting some very loud stinky farts I did lots of mushy poo, some more farts, more mushy poo. After that I was done i had to wipe many times. Then I flushed and left the toilet. Luckily I was alone, because the toilet was smelling pretty bad.

But the most weird Thing was this BM was quite painful, because when the poo come out, it felt like it would burn my butt. I had this burning Feeling for a few minutes before it was gone.

I really wonder if that was the chili..

well thats it for today

greetings from Austria



Girls & women & boys being immature about bathrooms at work

In the city in which my parents formerly lived my first job was in a custom scoop ice cream store. They did a tremendous business. There were about 15 employees on each shift; 2/3 were female. My friend Jewel and I were both almost 15 and we were able to get our work permits.

There was one unisex toilet for both customers and employees. One normal size toilet with a white O-shaped seat, a sink, mirror and brown paper towel dispenser. There were always 2 plungers, one on each side of the toilet. Jewel started a week before me and said the 2nd plunger was added because of her. She was hurt by it. She said it was heavy duty and she took a battering from two of the boys and one of the ladies about her weight. Like about 30 pounds overweight, but with a dynamic personality that worked well with customers of all types.

Not only did a few of the others accuse Jewel of stopping up the toilet with her apparently larger craps, but the assistant manager who was kind of negative with Jewel once told her just before a break to take it easy on the toilet. Two of the boys heard it and burst out laughing right in front of customers. Then the assistant manager tried to explain what she said was for Jewel not to break off the toilet seat. I admit it was loose and it worried me a couple of times when I was only peeing. But blaming it on Jewel was just plain cruel because two or three customers, at least, an hour would use it.

The guys were cruel to Jewel, too, because they would never lift the seat to pee. Then us girls had to use it and waste toilet paper drying it. Once I needed to pee and there was no toilet paper. Instead of coming back out, I just sat farther back and spread my legs wider so I wouldn't be sitting in the pee.

Eventually Jewel would turn the water on to crap. Yes, that covered up one type of noise but singled her out for additional ridicule. Once I turned around and got so mad I told two of the guys to "go to ****" when they did an onk-onk cow noise when Jewel came back from using the toilet.


Busy Morning

My morning today was busy concerning poop. I went almost 5 times this morning! It started with a sloppy poop after breakfast that felt a bit urgent. I had to poop again before I left this morning, and the rest of my pooping was done at the ????. Most of my poops today were sloppy, but the urgent one this morning was a bit chunky. I even did a messy poo after playing in my room not too long ago. I had slim jims for dinner last night with some fruit, and snacked a bit on candy. Maybe that made me unload almost all day today, who knows.

Shy Pooper
I mentioned in my first post how I am working on my shyness on pooping in public and with my boyfriend. My bf came today and ended up going to the bathroom and is really open about his bathroom habits, he told me it would be fine if I ever needed to but I just couldn't bring myself to go to the bathroom and poop with him knowing that is what I'm doing, so I basically hold my poop until he leaves. I also refuse to poop at school or at work and will hold it until I go late at night, I know that isn't healthy but the noise and smell is just too much and I guess some people can't imagine a cute girl like myself pooping. Hopefully I start to get over my fear soon.

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Will great story.

To: Lynette first welcome to the site and great story and please post anymore that you have thanks.

To: Timed Toilet lucky you weren't mid poop at the time.

To: Erin great story it sounds like you both had great poops.

Well that's all for now

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site

Victoria B.

Just a few responses

Nothing special today, but here goes:

To Will: I love how you can be open about yourself like that with a friend. It takes bravery to do that.

To Catherine: Here's hoping that your "almosts" keep making it down! I feel better all around (especially in the number two department), but I'll always have some Colace in case of bumps in the road!

To Erin: Everybody poops, skidmarks and all! Definitely a lesson I didn't learn until college either.


Today I woke up feeling not quite right. The main symptom was a mild headache but having no pain killers in my home (having used the last a couple of days previous) I needed to go to the nearest shop and get some. So after having some breakfast, showering and getting dressed I walked up my road to the corner shop. As I reached the shop I felt a huge pressure on my back door as a turd threatened to escape. I didn't even think about going back home as I was only going to be in the shop for a matter of minutes. Heading to medication section I grabbed a packet of paracetamol and as I turned around to pay I felt my bowels give another push. While I was walking to the store exit there was yet another heave and this time I had to really stop myself from consciously helping it along. But doing this made my stomach hurt. I had got it under control however this was only momentarily as I had only walked a couple of steps outside of the shop when I had to stop because the pressure on my bowels was too great. As I was standing there I felt an inch of the log come out of my bum and press against my black panties. I then started walking again just hoping I could make it home again before I had a full blown accident. Unfortunately that wasn't to be as just after crossing the road to get onto my side of the street my bowels gave a final push and the rest of the poo exited my bum in one movement and I felt my panties sag under the weight. Immediately I felt a sense of relief which couldn't be overshadowed by the thought of getting cleaned up without my housemates seeing. Not knowing how bad the damage was but sensing it was about the size of large grapefruit I took off my jacket and wrapped it around my waist. Thinking about it now if anybody had seen me it might have looked suspicious as all I had on under my jacket was a t-shirt and surely this would have begged the question of why in November was my jacket round my waist. Anyway I got in, threw of my jacket and raced to the toilet where I undid my jeans and dropped them down to my thighs before slowly, carefully lowering my panties. I needn't have worried as the poo stayed stuck on my bum. Sitting down onto the loo I felt most of it peel away and fall into the water with a huge splash. Standing up again I looked into the loo and saw that the clump of poo was squashed out and very flat; it reminded me of a pancake. Then I got to work wiping myself and after doing it three times but no here near finished I flushed the loo to prevent against clogging it up. I had to do this twice more until I was satisfied I was nearly clean. After washing my hands thoroughly I dashed into my bedroom to get my pajamas and then took them into the shower room. After showering I got changed and then gathering my jeans, towels and even my shirt which I thought I might have touched when I was wiping myself and threw them into the washing machine. My panties couldn't be saved because while like I said most of the poo had stuck onto my skin there were spots of very soft poo in the seat which I didn't think could be wiped away so I took them and put them into the bin by my desk and then after tying up the bin bag I put it out in the main household bin by the front door.

Jessica B


Hello evryone,

Today, I'd like to share some comments:

To Erin: I am sorry that you got that desperate. My urges are strong as well and I cannot hold it for long once I start feeling the need to go. Also, I tend to leave skidmarks too if I don't brush them away. Thank God I mostly use the bathroom for number two before I leave for work (or university when I was still a student).

To Victoria B: I really like the idea of having "feminist" panties. I looked for them on the Internet and found some but unfortunately, they don't ship to where I live. So I'll keep searching, I guess. Anyway, great idea! And I bet the two of you where very relieved after your bathroom trip.

To Billy: I feel really bad for this poor girl, I think she was treated very unfairly by your other coworkers. And I'd agree with you, jealousy is probably the motive. I cannot help but think it's funny she was called Marciela, since I was teased at work by a woman named... Graciela! (Though I made up her name). I shared the mishap on page 2664.

To Don: I liked how you wrote about your regular dump at work. I hope you felt lighter and better after that!


Norovirus In College

Hi, I'm Mathew. I am a 20 year old blonde white guy who goes to college in New Jersey. I posted a story about me and my mother getting food poisoning on page 2674 and thought I'd post another story about me getting sick again, this time with Norovirus

The incident happened only two weeks ago while in class. The professor was giving a lecture when from out of nowhere I was overwhelmed with nausea. The nausea came over me in a wave that blurred my vision and made my head spin, I have never felt anything like it. One minute your fine and the next minute you're not, that's how these stomach bugs strike you. My stomach churned in pain and my mouth filled up with salty saliva. I was in a large auditorium so none of my other classmates nor the professor seemed to noticed my distress. I didn't want to get up in the middle of class as I felt too embarrassed, so with all my might I swallowed the salty spit. My stomach churned and I wretched, I knew that I was about to vomit no matter what so I got up quickly and ran out of the lecture hall. With all my might I held my vomit in until I made it into the men's room. There was another guy in their taking a piss in a urinal. I ignored him and threw up violently into the sink. "Oh man, are you alright" The guy shouted. I ignored him and continued to vomit up my breakfast into the sink. I looked into the mirror and my eyes were watery and my face was flush. "Sorry man" I told him. " I was in class and all the sudden I had to get up to puke!" He said told me it was all right and he hurriedly left. I turned the sink faucet on to wash down the puke but it was really chunky so I had to use paper towels to clean out the clogged drain. I felt another wave of nausea so I left the sink with the water still running and rushed into a stall. I stuck my head into the toilet bowl and vomited up the rest of the eggs and orange juice I had left in my stomach. When I finished I I washed my hands and returned back to the lecture auditorium. As i opened the hall doors the professor stopped reading and looked up to ask if I was ok. I told him I was and I sat down humiliated. No one seemed to mind or notice though.

Around lunchtime I was with friends in the school cafeteria I told them about what had happened when the same wave of nausea overcame me again. I guess it was the smell of all the food that set my stomach off. This time I couldn't even make it to the restroom but instead vomited into a nearby trash bin outside the cafeteria. A Lot of my classmates saw me do it and I am sure some of them had no doubt lost their appetites. I decided to call in sick and return back to my dorm. As I was heading home another wave of sickness hit me, this time in my bowels. I knew I was about to shit myself and there wasn't anything I could do about it. So that's what I did. I totally messed my sweatpants on campus on my way back to the dorm in front of everyone. I went into the dorms restroom and told the janitor there that I was sick, and that I had left a trail of shit behind me. He was pissed but understood. I went into a nearby stall and began to pass liquid diarrhea into the toilet off and on for about 10 mins. That night was awful I had a bucket to puke in as my dorm mate was working on his assignments. He couldn't take it and took his studies into the school library, leaving me with my misery.

I shat myself three more times trying to make it into the dorm lavatories . I just couldn't hold it. I'd be lying in bed when the urge to shit would just overwhelm me. I would clench my cheeks and waddle out toured the toilets but half way there excruciating pain would over take my anus and then the floodgates of pure liquid diarrhea would burst open.On a few occasions other guys were in the stall next to me hearing the pure liquid run out of me. I was too sick to be embarrassed I would just lower my soiled sweatpants, rest my shit cacked ass on the toilet rim and unloaded. I was fine for the rest of the night but in the morning I had to have diarrhea again. I made it to the dorm's toilets this time without shitting myself. But there was already a line of guys in front of the stalls queuing up to take their morning craps. I explained my situation that I was sick and one guy left me take his space next in line. I immediately let out a echoing cannonade of diarrhea, this got some chuckles from some of the guys. I hope no one laughs at them when they catch this bug! I was pretty much fine for the rest of the day, only threw up once and two more trips for diarrhea but what hell!

Victoria B.

Unusual bathroom arrangement


Needed to pay a visit to the student health center at my school today. I'd been dealing with a cough and congested nose the past couple of days and decided that I'd had enough and it was time to see a doctor.

I noticed something odd as I was being shown to the exam room. There was a row of three doors with two sinks between them on the wall across the room from the main desk. I was reminded of what Mina said about toilets in Japan
On each of the doors was the normal unisex bathroom sign. I went into the appointment with a slight need to poop and curiosity that could only be satisfied by doing it in one of the three rooms.

The doctor came in after a nurse went through the normal routine of height, weight (down!), blood pressure, and temperature. He said I had a virus (womp womp) and that all I could do was drink plenty of water and rest for awhile. I thanked him for his time and moved onto my own once that business was concluded.

I knocked on one of the doors and entered after not hearing anything from the other side. Inside was a cabinet hanging on the wall opposite the toilet and the stool itself, matched in color by the walls. I gave a sigh before dropping my jeans and panties to my ankles and sitting down on the contoured seat. I wasn't there for long before I opened up. Ka-plop, ka-plop, ka-plop, ka-plop! I flushed right after that first delivery and began peeing shortly thereafter.

A big turd began to work its way out of me as my pee died down. It was more than halfway submerged before silently breaking off and with it I was done. I wiped, having to resort to huge handfuls of stuff not deserving of the noble title of "toilet paper", flushed, and got dressed again before walking out. A passive-aggressive look from someone awaited me, the price of my two-flusher. I washed my hands secure in the knowledge that she would've been waiting much longer had I not flushed that first time!

(I've been somewhat lightheaded while writing this and it's time for me to lie down. Hope it's not too terrible!)


Thursday, November 09, 2017

First of all apologies to everyone for a long absence but I've had a lot of different things to juggle with.

Blob. Thanks for your iron mine peeing story. I guess we can all get caught short in awkward places and I think it's pretty likely the lady in question needed to go so badly that holding it in any longer just wasn't possible.

Catherine. Good to see you around. Hope you and Alan are both keeping well, not forgetting the youngster either. Trust you're keeping regular and managing some good poos.

Today I had a rather large breakfast - in fact too large - at my local Toby Carvery. Later on I met a friend for lunch and had an omelette which I thought would be light but turned out to be more filling than expected. After she left some four hours later I went to the loo and did a huge, pan busting poo. I still felt fairly full though. After a light tea of tinned fish (kippers) and a bread roll, washed down by a mug of tea, I found myself in need of another urgent poo which was rather on the messy side and hit the back of the pan. Somehow I think I'll have to rein in a little on my eating!

Best wishes to everyone, especially the Annas.


Not a sighting but funny

Yesterday I was on a guided tour of an iron mine, the guide was talking about women and children working down in the mine, when a lady in our group asked about them needing to use the toilet. The guide said that they would just go to a worked out part of the mine and go there. This reminded me of a few years ago when on another tour this time down a (dry) roman lead mine.
Our group had been walking for about 20 minutes in the mine and our guide had stopped to talk about something. There was a father and mother with a small boy in the group, the mother took the boy by the hand and walked back along the tunnel and around a corner, a few seconds later the boy ran back to his father. The father asked were is your mother, with that in a loud voice the boy said 'she's having a wee wee'. a few minutes on the mother rejoined the group and the group moved on. At the end of the tour we all had to turn around and go back the way we came in.
As we walked out pasted the point we had stopped earlier, just around the corner in the path was a large puddle with a stream running from it and a big white paper tissue in it. I tried to look at the mothers face to see if it was red but the tunnel was to dark to see it clearly.


Quick bathroom break at habitat restore

Hello people of TS Forums, its been a really long time sense I've posted here. My name is Don and I'm a senior in High School.

For the past couple months, I have been working on my Service Learning Project. It's just a project where you have to volunteer in the community. I have been working at the local Habitat Restore, in case you don't know what that is. Its just a place where people come and drop off furniture, appliances, and other Home Necessities. And they sell it for a low price. So I work every Monday for 2 hours in the morning. So today I had sweep duty, I was assigned to clean up over by the unloading area. So I did that. I was making good progress so far. I kept on sweeping, a small urge was coming on( I needed to do a Number 2). And I just continued on working. About 5 minutes later, it was getting stronger, so I thought for a minute if I could hold it until lunch time. And I just decided I would go now. So I went to the restroom, I walked into the restroom. This restroom was set up in the one Urinal one toilet format, no one was using the toilet so I went in. Btw, this restroom was clean and had a nice sent. I locked to door behind me, I unzipped my pants, dropped my boxers and sat on the seat. Took a quick second to relax. And then I hunched over a little and gave a slight push to begin the process. My backdoor opened up, i hymed a song i lije and I just let it flow out of me. The turd was soft and didn't hurt my anus what so ever. It didn't curl as it wasn't that big. And it splashed barely and didn't really make any noise. I stinked up the bathroom a bit, but they had air freshener so it was good. I wiped once and there was a mess so wiped again and I was good. So stood back up and looked at my poop, it was about 4 inches long with a light brown color. I left some skid marks, and I did some air freshener and flushed. It look less then 2 minutes on the toilet. I washed my hands and left to go back to work.

That is my story, tomorrow I will tell about my first floater in a while. And will tell you about my morning peeing habits!

Victoria B.

Responses and story

To Tyler: It's on here somewhere; I can't remember the page number.
To Sammie: More times than I can count!

I was out at the bars on Friday night, having a few drinks with some friends when I got a call from my friend Brooke. She had just gotten off from work and wanted to hang out. I told her that I was past the point where I could drive. No problem, she said. "I'll just pick you up!" What she didn't know was that the line to the bathroom was eight or nine deep and that I was perilously close to peeing my pants!

I recognized Brooke's car and got in. There were still four people in line for the women's room and I didn't want to make Brooke sit in her car and wonder where I was for half an hour. "Hurry, I need to pee so bad I could burst!" were my words to her upon getting in. It was about 25 blocks to her house and I did not under any circumstances want to pee in my new high-waisted black jeans. Brooke gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder and we took off. "We'll make it. I know we will."

25 blocks became fifteen before the urge really started to hit me. "I'm not so sure about this," was my hesitant, through-gritted-teeth description of the situation. By this point, I had graduated from crossing my legs to grabbing onto myself, giving me the worst front wedgie (for the male-identified in the audience: it does happen and it's awful) imaginable and only reminding me of my desperate need for a toilet. "You've got this!" Brooke said. "I believe in you, Victoria!" Another five blocks and we were there. All that stood against me was a pothole in the road and hitting it brought out my worst fears of losing control. I made it though.

Brooke parked her car in the driveway and dashed ahead of me to unlock the door. Entering, she flipped the light on in the bathroom, put the seat down, and said "All yours!" before taking a seat of her own on the edge of the bathtub. Brooke is a close friend and I felt comfortable letting her see me on the toilet. I staggered in triumphant and dropped my jeans and pink underwear (the ones that say "Feminist" across the rear) to my ankles and sat. The relief was overwhelming; I'd go so far as to call it orgasmic.

I came within about a minute of a serious accident and had nevertheless beaten the odds. My pee loudly hissed its way into the bowl for what seemed like an eternity. I had my eyes closed and glasses off and just concentrated on letting go. I wiped, got dressed and flushed once it was finally done. The next surprise came as I was washing my hands in the sink. Brooke got up from the tub, pointed towards it and said, "I have to poop. Like, right now. You're welcome to stay." How could I refuse such an offer??



Poop amongst friends

Hey all....haven't been on here in way too long but had a great pooping experience this past weekend so thought I'd share...
We had been out at a party with some friends, and we're on our way home with our friend Molly. My wife declared she needed to poop, and was calling the main bathroom when we got home. Shortly thereafter I felt my bowels stirring myself and called "no. 2" in our second bathroom, which in actuality is just a toilet behind a curtain downstairs. Not much privacy, but no big deal with family and friends. Gets the job done. At this point Molly made it known she would need the toilet too. No worries, I reassured her, I would hold it. No, she insisted, I had "called it" first.
We arrived home and my wife ran for the upstairs toilet. Molly and I headed downstairs. I quickly headed towards the "bathroom" with Molly right behind. Now I have pooped in front of Molly before (we're longtime friends), so I wasn't really concerned about dropping my drawers in front of her. No sooner had my bare butt hit the toilet seat then I immediately started expelling soft chunks of poop into the toilet with loud plops. Molly had on her best game face as she did a "happy dance" next to me. I honestly for a moment considered spreading my legs and offering her a buddy poop but we had never done anything quite that personal.
I assured her I'd go as quick as possible. Finally I felt I'd expelled the last of my waste, and I quickly set to wiping. I gave a few quick swipes, and flushed as I arose. Molly's pants were already down, and her butt cheeks settled down with a large fart, then an explosive burst of poop. She continued on for a moment, sighing with relief. "I don't think you could have finished a moment sooner" she remarked as she cleaned up. She arose, flushed, and we proceeded upstairs to meet my wife, who had had a little less urgent, yet no less satisfying dump!

McDonald's poo

This morning, I went to McDonald's to have breakfast. Almost immediately after I finished eating, I realised that I needed to do a poo. I went into the bathroom, only to find that the toilet was absolutely filthy and was almost overflowing because it was blocked in some way. I knew that I couldn't wait until I got home, but neither did I want to use that dirty, nasty toilet.

So I pulled my skirt and panties down and squatted down next to the toilet. My anus opened and I pushed out two big poops that were fairly solid, and I accidentally let a dribble of pee out as I did so (oops). Then I wiped with some tissues that I had in my handbag, and sprayed some perfume to try to cover up the smell of what I had done. I felt so much better but also slightly guilty about not using the toilet.

In the end, I decided that I would use some more tissue to pick up my poo and put it in the toilet, so that at least nobody else would have to do that for me. I made sure to wash my hands very thoroughly after that!

Just Jerika

Hovering, Seat Covers & Long Walks

I'm on campus most of the day between my classes and with my study partner in my math class, which is the hardest gen ed requirement I can imagine. Me and the girl who sits next to me in class study together, but with different class schedules, it is an hour here and a half hour at another time thing. Sometimes we use a study room in the student union. Sometimes we use the study lounge in the library. That's fine until Heather has to go to the bathroom. Then time is wasted big league.

If we're working in early afternoon right after lunch. She will call a break after 20 minutes for her crap. For a simple crap she will not use one of the nearby bathrooms. Last week she was in heals from a professional development class simulation she had done and Heather literally walked from the library to the administration building six blocks on the other side of campus. Then she goes up to the 3rd floor because there is a community conference center there that has these seat covers she puts on the seat. She must have been gone about 40 minutes. A couple of times she made the long walk over there just to urinate. She said she would not be long, but when she came back, she was mad because of the long lines for each cubicle on the floor of our building and that there wasn't enough toilet paper in her first cubicle to put over the seat. So she want downstairs to another bathroom. Then Heather said she'd like to learn to hover.

As for me, I go to the closest bathroom, identify the first empty cubicle, drop my jeans, take my seat, wipe, flush, wash my hands and then I'm ready to take on more math problems.

Hi everyone, I just stumbled upon this website, while looking for A raised toilet seat for my husband who is recovering from A hip replacement surgery. After reading A few posts I decided to share one of my embarrassing moments. It happened 47 years ago in October 1970. I'll never forget it because shortly after this experience I married the love of my life. I was in my last year of high school and Halloween was vastly approaching. I decided to go as a hippie(original I know). I walked downtown to get some supplies when I seen Tom walk towards me. Tom went to my school and was on the football team. I wasn't one of the cool kids so I thought for sure he would walk right past me. Guess what he didn't, he stopped to talk to me. We must have been talking for at least five minutes if not more. When he was leaving, he invited me to A Halloween party at his house later that night. I got the supplies, went home finished the costume and got ready. The whole time I was getting ready, I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I thought it was just nerves so I didn't think anything of it. As I got close to Tom's house I got that familiar feeling, find a toilet and FAST. I couldn't go into Tom's and stink up his bathroom so I went into the trees next to his house. I pulled my pants down and threw them away from me so I wouldn't get them dirty. I squatted and before I had a chance to push diarrhea just started streaming out of me. Luckily I had TP in my purse. I finished pooping and started to pee when I heard voices. Oh shit what am I going to do I mumbled. I tried to pee faster but it didn't work. Next thing I knew Tom opened up the tree branches and saw everything. I was mortified. I got redressed and ran home crying. I never thought I would hear from him or anyone at that party again. A few days went by and my house phone rang. Mom answered and screamed out Lynette it's for you. I ran to the phone and here was Tom. We talked a little and he asked me out on a proper date. We went for a coffee and then the movie theater. After that night me and Tom were inseparable, we got married in July 1971 and raised three daughters and two sons together. Every now and then around Halloween Tom will bring up that story just to try and embarrass me but it don't work.

Hi everyone, I just stumbled upon this website, while looking for A raised toilet seat for my husband who is recovering from A hip replacement surgery. After reading A few posts I decided to share one of my embarrassing moments. It happened 47 years ago in October 1970. I'll never forget it because shortly after this experience I married the love of my life. I was in my last year of high school and Halloween was vastly approaching. I decided to go as a hippie(original I know). I walked downtown to get some supplies when I seen Tom walk towards me. Tom went to my school and was on the football team. I wasn't one of the cool kids so I thought for sure he would walk right past me. Guess what he didn't, he stopped to talk to me. We must have been talking for at least five minutes if not more. When he was leaving, he invited me to A Halloween party at his house later that night. I got the supplies, went home finished the costume and got ready. The whole time I was getting ready, I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I thought it was just nerves so I didn't think anything of it. As I got close to Tom's house I got that familiar feeling, find a toilet and FAST. I couldn't go into Tom's and stink up his bathroom so I went into the trees next to his house. I pulled my pants down and threw them away from me so I wouldn't get them dirty. I squatted and before I had a chance to push diarrhea just started streaming out of me. Luckily I had TP in my purse. I finished pooping and started to pee when I heard voices. Oh shit what am I going to do I mumbled. I tried to pee faster but it didn't work. Next thing I knew Tom opened up the tree branches and saw everything. I was mortified. I got redressed and ran home crying. I never thought I would hear from him or anyone at that party again. A few days went by and my house phone rang. Mom answered and screamed out Lynette it's for you. I ran to the phone and here was Tom. We talked a little and he asked me out on a proper date. We went for a coffee and then the movie theater. After that night me and Tom were inseparable, we got married in July 1971 and raised three daughters and two sons together. Every now and then around Halloween Tom will bring up that story just to try and embarrass me but it don't work.

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Mina it sounds like you had an upset stomach and lucky you made it to the bathroom and avoided an accident and I hope you feel better.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site

Jessica B.


Hello everyone!

To Mina: Yeah, I also like writing, but sometimes I can't help but fear to boring other posters on this site. I always try to leave plenty of "left characters" when writing a story.

To Uncle Harry: Thank you very much for your compliment. I motivates me to keep writing. Unfortunately, I didn't make myself clear enough: I just spent two days hiking with Helen, which was more than enough. Now it already snow again, so I suppose next camping trip will take place in spring.

To Brandon T.: Thanks, and indeed, we had fun.


To Victoria B, RE: Almosts

Victoria B,

My "almosts" seem to be almost each time I go! You may remember, I have shared stories of times when I did clog the toilet, times when I forgot to flush, and an instance when I did not attempt to flush!

It's a great question, though! I hope you are well and I love your stories! Again, I celebrate your healthy diet change and its affect on your bowels!



Timed Toilet

I was catching the bus home when I had this intense feeling to poop. I had been holding my poop in since school. I got off the bus and tried to look for the nearest bathroom. Unfortunately, the only one was one of those timed public toilet nearby on the opposite street. With my guts gurgling, I hurried to the toilet. I saw that the vacancy light was blinking green, meaning it was free. I pressed the button to open the door and went into the hi-tech bathroom.

Inside, there was a single toilet, a sink, and two hooks for clothing items. The toilet paper was dispensed from a machine with a button that had to be pressed; it only gave out about 5 sheets at a time. I hung my bag and jacket up on the hooks, lowered my pants and underwear to my ankles and took a seat on the toilet. I groaned as 4 thick, firm logs crackled out of my butt, hitting the bowl below with a thud. The relief was fantastic, but seeing as how close I came to pooping myself, I figured I should have gone at school or something.

I had been sitting for about 5 minutes, pushing out some loose poop and farting some gas out, all the while I was on my phone, playing games. This passed the time further, and about 3 minutes later, I figured I was totally empty, and went to wipe. I turned and looked over at the dispenser, which required me to press a button and then wait for 5 or so sheets to SLOWLY come out. I pressed the button and waited.

While waiting, I noticed a sign above the door, along with a small light. It read: "If this light starts blinking, please exit the toilet immediately". This got me thinking; what was the time limit? My question was answered a minute later, when a voice informed me that I needed to exit immediately. Keep in mind that I was still wiping my very dirty butt and waiting for more paper to roll off.

While I was cleaning, the voice telling me to hurry up stopped, and I thought I was clear; I was far from it. The door to the toilet suddenly opened, exposing it partially to the streets. I was slightly out of view, but if anyone came remotely close to the public toilet, they'd see me sitting there.

Funnily enough, this happened. I was still busy wiping my ass while the door was wide open when I heard quick footsteps turn and begin approaching the public toilet. A woman in her early 30s appeared at the toilet doorway. She saw me instantly, and apologized. I tried to wipe quickly, but the dispenser was on a cooldown. I would occasionally see the woman sneak a peek before looking away. I tried to pretend not to notice.

I decided that I didn't want to keep the woman waiting, so I stood up and washed my hands before the toilet automatically flushed. I came out of the toilet, looking very red, as the woman entered the toilet after me. She managed to close the door, and I hurried home.


My morning poop

Hey guys I'm back with another story. Recently I've noticed that I tend to poop in the same class and in the morning. As I've recently started college my poop habits have changed and I've been forced to go around my class schedule. In high school I used to always poop right before I left for school or right when I got to school. In college I hardly ever have time to poop before classes so I always end up having to go during a class. Last week was one busy week and I really had to poop one morning.
That morning I woke up 10 minutes before my class was supposed to start so I rushed to get ready and ended up being late. To make matters worse, I could really feel the need to poop but I could find any time to go. When I got to class I got an email that my advisor was ready to see me to make my schedule for next semester so I had to leave my first class almost right as I got there to go see my advisor. All through my meeting with my advisor my stomach was making loud noises and my advisor actually noticed. I was kinda embarrassed but was more focused on trying not to let out the huge loud that was turtleheading at my butt. After that was done, I raced to the women's bathroom and found it empty. I went all the way down to the big handicapped stall and put my bad on the hook and pulled down my jeans and panties. I sat down and immediately let out a huge fart with a huge log. Thank goodness no one was in the bathroom bc I really stunk up the bathroom. I pushed out more chunks and noticed that I had some brown marks on my light blue panties from PINK. I kinda had a wegie all morning and I think that's what caused the skid marks. As I was peeing another person came in with heels and took the first stall. They started peeing immediately let out a fart with some chunks of poo. I pushed out another couple of logs with some plops and was almost done. The other person started to wipe and around that same time I let out one more fart with a couple more loose logs. I pulled off toilet paper and began to wipe. It took about 7 wipes to get my butt clean and I pulled up my pants and flushed. I left some REALLY bad skid marks in the bowl and my stall really stunk. I saw the woman at the sinks and she was another business professor with black hair in her early 40s. I said hi and we both were kinda embarrassed of the dumps we just took.
College so far has made me realize everyone poops so there's traly no reason to be embarrassed. I think every girl in my dorm has had diarrhea at some point this year so it's really not any reason to be embarrassed. Hope you all enjoyed my post until next time!!

Tuesday, November 07, 2017


"The Dumper"

I work in an office. There 8 women and 3 men including myself. We all share a unisex bathroom except the boss who has his own bathroom. One of our secretaries is from Wales. Her Dad passed away recently and she had to go back home to handle his arrangements. Since she was to be gone for 2 weeks the boss decided to hire a temp to handle phone calls dictating etc. The first woman the agency sent was a disaster. She lasted 2 days before being fired. The second was a lovely young Hispanic girl named Marci. She was very pretty and I think jealousy played a large part in what happened. She was much younger than any of the other ladies in the office. Probably about 26, about 5'8" in her heels and curvy in all the right places. Long brown curly hair with a very pretty full face and big brown eyes. I was quite taken with her but never let on since she was young enough to be my daughter. She was extremely friendly and nice but the trouble started almost immediately. The other girls excluded her from their group lunch and deliberately didn't invite her to the Friday happy hour.

Maricela liked to visit the toilet about an hour after she ate lunch and she did some serious damage. This happened every day. She spent about 10 minutes in there and when she was done there was a noticeable odor outside the closed door. Of course I went in after she was done to enjoy the fumes. It usually consisted of a rotten egg stench that would gag a maggot and lots of light brown skid marks all over the bowl. The other girls in the office didn't enjoy Marci's bathroom visits as much as I did. First they started bitching about how long she spent in there and the fact that they had to cover the phone. Then one particularly catty girl started to complain about the smell. Her office was located next to the bathroom. I understand she went to the boss. She wanted the company to pay for a desk fan to get rid of the smell that came into her office. This request was denied.

One day I was in the lunch room making a pb&j while she was eating with2 other coworkers. They were talking about Marci and I was taken a back by how cruel and nasty Thierry conversation was. She kept talking about "The Dumper". It was The Dumper this and The Dumper that. Some quotes were: "I don't want to hear her bowels", "That stinking food she eats.", "My office reeks like her intestines ", "Why can't she flush twice" etc. The 2 women with her laughed and made similar unkind comments.

I certainly understand that the other girls didn't enjoy Marci's aroma as much as I did(to be fair the stench was really overwhelming) but I was surprised by the cruelty. First, ALL of these women had destroyed that same toilet. I know because I smelled them. In fact one of the girls laughing was careless about making sure all of her stool went down. Second, was it really that big of a deal? Everybody poops no?

My question; is this a common thing? Do women mock each other about their shits or was something else going on? I just don't get it. Ladies; have you ever made fun of another girl for what she did in a work toilet. I'm curious.

Dear JW: I am relieved that you are not angry! I was difficult to understand what you write because my English so bad. When I first start to type, I feel normal, but later, I became to think about my bad English, I felt more and more worse and in the end I felt bad my stomach and also wanted to cry.

So I went to loo, I bared bottom and sat down and immediately, sprayed huge bururururururu all over loo. Then I started cry. I cried and cried more and then again bururururururu, then door opened and Hisae looked in. "Minappe what happen to you? Why you are crying so much?" she asked with squatting next me. I cried long time (and burururururu sometimes) then I said her, "I am so shame! My English so bad, understand is impossible!" and shaking my shoulders.

Hisae said, "when you finish, I massage." But she wait for me to finish, it is long time because I have so much motion in my bottom.

I tell rest of story next time.

To Jane: Thank you for so kind words! I cry again but it is happy crying.

To Jess: It is Ok long story! I am same. I like to write story.

Love from Mina


Mystery woman's so regular

This is an update to my posting on Page 2646 about this woman I found very mysterious who moved into the apartment building down the street from us. I'd be reading my morning paper on our open front porch and watch her walking by every morning at pretty much the same time. She'd be carrying a coffee thermos, barefoot, and then cut across the lot in front of our house and walk into the large public park and use the three-toilet restroom there. When I finally got to know Katee, and she started to come over and talk to me I found out she has two obstacles to crapping at home. Her craps are big, they clog the toilet line, and her manager is really a nasty guy who told her to hold her crap until she gets to work. Well that's not until mid-morning. Secondly, her boyfriend tends bar and gets in only a couple of hours before she gets up and she wants him to get his sleep.

It is getting colder, but when I picked the paper up from my driveway yesterday, there was Katee walking by. She's wearing shoes and a jacket now and when I ran into her at the store later in the day, she said she plans to keep the routine up because she's afraid they'll be evicted if she complains anymore about the problem with their toilet. I asked her if the park seat is getting colder. She said yes, but she's only seated for about 5 to 10 seconds. She no longer lingers and drinks her coffee and has her morning smoke there.

I remember when Katee and I talked once and I told her I so admired her regularity. She said that started in 6th grade at middle school when she was harassed about her regular big craps every morning. Her mother started waking her up an hour earlier and the problem was solved.

Uncle Harry


To: Jessica

Your hiking story is terrific. I could hardly wait to get to the next part. I do a let of hiking, but always on the same day. Only once did I hike overnight unexpectedly. I'll post that some time.

Shy Pooper
Hi I will post more stories later but I am an 18 year old girl who is really shy about going to the bathroom (pooping) in public or in front of people I know I will be starting college in the spring and hoping to get over my fear of going #2 in general. This is a really cool site btw.


Peeing in the Park

One nice Saturday, I went to one of the local parks. I didn't feel like taking a walk, so I took a book to read. After a while, I needed too pee so I went into one of the park bathrooms. There were single use ones for each gender. Of course, I went to the ladies. I don't recall locking the door, if there was a lock. I pulled down my pants and underpants and sat down on the toilet seat, with my legs somewhat spread. Just as I was about to release my urine, a man walked in. I pushed my legs together. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here", he said. "I need to pee badly". I told him the bathroom was in use and why didn't he use the men's bathroom. He told me a man was sitting there a long time trying to poop. Since I didn't know him, I didn't want him to watch me urinate, so I asked him to turn around and not look while I pee and he can wait in the bathroom with me. I don't know why I didn't ask him to wait outside. He looked away. I spread my legs and released my urine. I noticed him looking more sideways than backward. Then he sneezed and suddenly looked at me. Sneezed again and looked again. "I'm sorry", he said. "I saw you pee". Believe it or not, I suddenly sneezed, which interupted my pee stream briefly. We both laughed and I no longer cared whether this man saw me pee. I finished peeing, wiped my pussy, got off the toilet, pulled up everything, and left the toilet for the man. I thought he would wait until I left, but he didn't. He got out his penis and started to pee into the toilet bowl while I was washing my hands. I guess he really had to go.

Uncle Harry

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To: Curious Cody

Great Story. Keep it up.

The time I almost peed myself!

A few years ago, I had drank a lot of water before going to a meeting. This meeting lasted approximately 2 hours. Not wanting to interrupt, I held my pee and decided that I'd just go when I went home. This place was about 20 minutes away, by the way.
By the time I was being driven back home by my dad, my bladder was completely full and it felt like it was about to burst. I was very careful not to laugh or move or sneeze or anything for fear of having an accident.
We had to make a stop at a store to pick something up. After my dad told me we had to stop there before going home, I nearly cried and begged him to just let me go home and go back out. I was desperate. I couldn't hold it.
He told me that I could rush straight to the bathroom as soon as we got into the store. The second we stepped into the building, I made a mad dash for the ladies room. I got inside of the bathroom and rushed to the first stall. I immediately pulled my pants and undies down to my ankles and sat down on the toilet, not bothering to close the door or put down a seat cover. I sighed in relief as my strong pee stream hit the toilet water. I actually timed how long I peed: 40 seconds!
Some people walked into the bathroom and past me during the time I was using the toilet, but I was so desperate to just pee that I didn't care. My pussy was on full display as I peed, since I usually open my legs a little when I pee. It wasn't the most gratifying moment as strangers saw me like this, but again, I didn't care much. I was in sweet relief. I don't mind my genitals being exposed anyway; my view is, in a ladies restroom we're all ladies, so why does it matter? I'm not too shy about that stuff.
I wiped my pussy and pulled my pants back up and washed my hands, leaving the bathroom in a great mood due to the relief I was feeling. I peed for 40 seconds! That's my record so far!



To SquatSpotter: I gave a urine sample in the ER. I went from the urgent care center to the ER, because of gallstones. Nobody at the ER knew what it was at first which is why I had to give the sample. I gave it in a hospital bathroom that was attached to my room. My pee was dark like cola, and even my skin and eyes were discolored, and the stones themselves were blocking my pancreas, liver, and gallbladder. I even had to have a stent put in to keep my bile flowing through the ducts. My gallbladder is gone now, and although pooping was a bit messy for at least a year,everything seems normal. Also, the gas I was given to knock me out for my first gallstone removal felt like fainting which felt weird especially when you get a bit dizzy, and your hearing goes making your ears feel heavy. My 2 gallstone removals were done during a medical procedure called ERCP. I also enjoy reading about medical conditions, and i read about seizures yesterday. People can become incontinent. I believe this happened to my friend Carl when he had one of his. Hearing him seize made me feel bad for him even though I know he has epilepsy.

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Sammie great story.

To: Jessica B great story it sounds like you had a really great poop.

To: Katie great story.

To: J great story about your desperate big poop.

To: Jessica great story about you and Helen and you camping adventure it sounds like you both hada lot of fun.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site

Sunday, November 05, 2017


Camping with my girlfriend

The first time that we went camping was just over forty years ago, a group of us were to go camping on the moors, myself, my girlfriend and three or four other lads with there girlfriends. We went up onto the moors on foot with our ex-army tent and all the heavier things like the Primus stove and its fuel oil. We found a spot we all liked and stuffed our gear into the bushes over night to return the next day with our food and bedding.
The next day me and my girlfriend went to the meeting spot, after a hour of waiting we walked onto the camping spot. We got busy putting the tent up, still waiting for the others to arrive. (this was years before cell phones and not everyone even had land lines.)
Time went on and we had some food and drink, as day turned to night we got into our sleeping bags and tried to get to sleep. At sometime in the night I needed a pee and as it was so cold and damp outside I peed into one of our empty glass lemonade bottles, we had picked a spot in the bushes to use as a toilet but that was in the day light, it was now pitch black and we only had a small touch, the sound of me peeing awoke my girlfriend and we both said about the cold, and so after I had peed we pushed one sleeping bag into the other.
At this point she to needed to pee, I had got into the bags and she too did not want to go out into the dark, I said just pee in the corner to the tent as our ground sheet was only under the sleeping bag area, she said what if the other's came in the morning they would see the wet spot and know she had done it, she then saw the bottle that I had used and said if only she could use that, I said there is the funnel I used to fill the stove with oil.
So with me laying on my side facing her and holding the torch, she pulled her knickers down to her feet, then kneeling with she knees wide apart and her back up straight, and with the funnel in the bottle standing on the ground below her pussy, all in the beam of the light she started to pee as I watched the bottle to see the pee level, I was also having a good look at her bush and pussy, the bottle was filling fast all her piss on top of mine, but she dribbled to a stop just as the bottle became full, she screwed the top onto the bottle and placed it with the funnel by the stove out of the way, and bent over and pulled up her knickers giving me a greater view of her pussy and her nice bum.
She then crawled into the sleeping bag with me, her feet were like ice. As I was laying on my side she laid on her side with her back to me, as she snuggled her bum into my crotch she said you liked that didn't you, I said how did you know that and we laughed and went back to sleep.
In the morning we waited but the others still did not arrive so we packed our things and walked home. When we did see our other friends they said that they had got the use of a caravan down in Cornwall and so had gone to it by bus. I said well if you want your tent it is were we left it. I wonder if it is still there 40+years on.

Another time that we went camping, we borrowed a caravan at a coastal campsite off a friend. This caravan was lit by gas lights from bottles stored outside at the back end of the caravan, there was no water you had to go to a standpipe along the row, and no toilet, but there was a small sink to wash cups etc., this sink was about 10 inch across and the waste piped outside to a soak-away not to a drain.
Over the weekend we sat or walked on the beach, and in the evenings went to the campsite clubhouse for a meal and a drink, one evening there was a sing-along.
The toilets were beside the clubhouse and this was about 4 rows down from our row and our caravan was about two thirds from that end of the row, so as we left the club we both went to the loos. But on this night we had drunk more then the night before. As we walked (staggered) back to our caravan we had seen one or two males peeing on there gas bottles on the row below ours, and so on to bed we went.
I awoke at about three and got out of the bed to go for a pee, I opened the door to go to our gas bottle but it was pitch black and pissing with rain, so I closed the door and turned and peed into the little sink, (the relief) as I returned to bed I woke-up my girlfriend who asked about the weather so that she could walk to the loos for a pee, I said it was pissing down and that I had just peed into the sink.
So we both got out of the bed, (the bed was across the back of the caravan so she would have had to climb over me) now this sink was opposite the caravan door and by a window with a blind that was closed, as there was no water supply there were no tapes on the sink, so she removed her knickers and with my help sat up on the sink and wriggled back so that her pussy was over the sink bowl. With her legs open and her hairy pussy on show she started to pee, a strong clear hissy piss that seemed to go on and on, as I watched I said good job that I had pissed before you as I would not be able to pee into that bowl now, after she was done she wiped with her knickers and jumped down and ran to the bed, I throw some water down the sink and also ran to the bed. I did not get any more sleep that night.

I continue post I had to stop it this afternoon because urgent business.

Hisae stayed with me until I finish on loo, it was long time because even I sprayed loo many times with mushy huge volume, never finish. Hisae dig her fingers into my back and shoulders and top half of bottom. Of course finally I finish, still with crying. But gradually it was happy crying because of Hisae. I washed bottom and she dried, then she said, take off all clothes and go on bed and I massage more.

She massaged me, shoulders and back and bottom and top of leg and lower part below knee, perhaps 30 minutes! I want her to stop because she tired, but it was so good feeling! I kept to cry. But it was happy crying. I said Hisae, I am crying because I love you. She said nothing but massaged more and more.

At end of massage I needed the loo again, so I sat down and sprayed the loo with more mushy, but this time only one burururururu and some little pieces. Then Hisae sat down same place and did one loud plop and a wee. So I dry her. I am still no clothes, but she wore pyjamas. I wanted to wear but I had to go loo in a great hurry... Then I put on pyjamas and we brushed teeth.

Hisae said, "Minappe you say your English is bad, but my English is zero, and Kazu and Maho too! So you don't worry!" But next day I ask my father to find my grammar book I used in Wales, and he sent. So I try hard to write well, and put s after verb when I write about Hisae or Maho or Kazuko. (But sometimes I am very tired.)

JW I am happy that you don't angry. I try to write so you understand well, and read carefully things what you write.

I do survey of Red Panda, we call lesser panda in Japan.

1. I wipe where I need to wipe.

2. Once I used bedpan. My motion very soft, so it was not difficult to use.

3. I don't watch myself poo, but after finish, I look in loo.

4. I never use public loo with door open.

5. My friends often walk in on me. You can see that in today's afternoon's post.

6. I have watched my friends poo many times. I enjoy to watch, and I like when they watch me.

7. usually when I do motion, my panties are at my knees. But in hot summer, I take off completely, because so hot in loo! And I stay very long time when I am doing motions.

My friends are same with me, except question 2.

I hope you are happy, Red Panda.

Jane, you are sweetest person. Thank you for warm words.

Love from Mina and Hisae and M and K.

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