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At the station

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Last week I had to catch the train back home one evening. The train is two carriages long and normally has one toilet. About 10 minutes from the end I decided to go for a wee, and found the toilet was out of order. Not a problem, I decided to go at the station.

We arrived at the station in my home area which has a small building with toilets in. I went inside the ladies and only one cubicle was working and that was occupied. The toilets themselves were pretty grim, a but smelly, and tiled in quite an old fashioned way. After I'd been waiting for a little while another girl came in, she looked about 30 and was blonde. She asked if I was waiting, I said I was, she sighed and started to fidget. I could hear her breathing quickly through her nose and jumping up and down, obviously quite desperate. She was in a black office type dress so I assumed she'd come from work.

A minute later I heard the loo flush and turned to the girl waiting, who was bent double, and asked if she'd like to go first. She whispered "thanks" and her face looked in agony. The lady in the loo came out and the girl barged in, whimpering in pain. She was in there for a while then flushed and came out a lot calmer, saying "thank you!" before rushing out without washing her hands.

I went into the cubicle, pulled my skirt up and turquoise knickers down, then let a long hissing wee out. As I did this I noticed a pair of knickers, white with silver lining, in the corner of the cubicle, which were quite extensively wet. I'm assuming that the poor desperate girl didn't make it in time. I felt for her as we've all been there!


Hey everyone! Today I thought I'd share one of my running stories...Several years back I had just recently gotten into distance running. One early Sunday morning I had decided to do a half marathon. I was partially talked into this by a gym friend named Kelsey (you may remember her from my pooping at the gym story). On this particular day we had gotten to the race starting location, which was at a school. We were at the registration tables when I got the familiar urge. I mentioned that I had to go and Kelsey emphatically said "me too!".
We went in search of the restrooms and found a line of about 20 stretching outside the door. A pungent smell was wafting into the hallway. Kelsey inquired to another runner in line how many stalls were in the bathroom and found out that there were only 4. The race was starting in 20 minutes so we highly doubted we would get in in time. "Oh well looks like we are doing our business in nature", said Kelsey. "Don't worry I have wet wipes!". As a more experienced runner she had obviously encountered this situation before. We headed outside. There didn't appear to be an abundance of cover anywhere. She suggested we both look for a semi private spot and text the other if we found something. I quickly headed off, by now starting to clench my cheeks against the impending onslaught. I wasn't seeing much of anything in the way of cover when Kelsey texted..."behind the dumpster, parking lot behind the school!"
I jogged behind the building and saw the dumpster at the far end of the lot in front of a wooded area. I quickly made my way there and as I turned the corner I encountered Kelsey's butt bared to the world, with a thick log of poop slowly descending between her cheeks. "Hey girl!" she cheerfully exclaimed as I walked up. At this moment I was beginning to get a bit of an adrenaline rush at the thought of dropping my pants and emptying my bowels in front of Kelsey. Her log broke off at this point and accompanied by a fart another immediately started to open up her butt. I quickly lowered my shorts and went into a squat facing Kelsey. "If you're going to race get used to this" she chuckled. "A lot easier than standing in endless lines". No worries I replied as my butthole opened wide and started dropping big chunks of poop. I glanced between Kelsey's legs and was more than a little turned on to watch us pooping in unison. At this point she finished and had taken out her wet wipes. She grabbed a handful and handed them to me. I still had a couple pieces to drop, which I pushed out and then began to wipe. Kelsey hiked up her shorts and waited while I finished cleaning myself.
Feeling invigorated I pulled up my shorts and we headed off to the starting line. We both did quite well that day. We've done several races since, and honestly at this point we don't even bother waiting for a bathroom. Taking care of business out in nature is actually kind of freeing and exciting, and I've seen more than a few others casually doing it too! Hope you enjoyed. Until next time, happy pooping!


Amusement Park Visit

Recently my boyfriend Adam and I took a weekend off to travel together to a regional water park and amusement facility. In addition to the beach, the place is known for awesome rides and so many different attractions. Before getting to our hotel, we made two pit stops. At one gas station I had my usual morning crap. What was unusual was that I was not walking our dogs and had not had my morning coffee yet. Adam was a little later due to a line for the mens room, but I realize that's the way he's always done things since back in high school or junior high when he was bullied at the urinals. Since then in any public place, he takes a toilet and seats himself to urinate. He thinks he more thoroughly empties himself too because he's so comfortable.

For us, though, the awesome rides were one of the reasons for our trip. The lines for each were long, despite the fact that those with weekend-long passes were forced to go through the line each time. In one line, this for the medium-sized roller coaster, we were behind a young couple that enjoyed conversation with us, and their two kids. Their daughter was 9 and their son was 11. We were told the wait would be about 45 minutes. That wasn't too much off. About 15 minutes into the wait, the mother leaned down and asked the girl why she hadn't been to the bathroom. The girl answered she didn't have to. Dad tried to coax her out of that line and into the bathroom too, but she seemed to resent it. After about 10 minutes, the boy said he had to use the bathroom. Both parents were elated. Dad suggested that the boy take his sister with him and the girl was adamant. She took a stance like she wanted to fight him. So the boy sent off alone, but not before the mom reminded him to not touch anything and something else I didn't catch.

While we continued to wait the mom continued to badger the girl about going. She was told the ride was fast, jerky and exciting and that could cause her to pee her pants. The dad made a lame joke about how it might help him move his bowels and how he gets constipated on trips. He wife turned and halfway apologized for him. Then their boy came back. Just like his dad he was kind of gross. He just started running off everything that was wrong: horrid smell in bathrooms, toilets overflowing, no privacy doors, flies and bugs eating at him while he sat in the 150 degree temperature, absolutely no toilet paper in any of the stalls, and how he used a brown paper towel off the sink roll to wipe with. As Adam waited, he winked at me about what the boy was talking about. He remembered that my first job at 15 ten years ago was in an amusement park. Nothing changes I know.

I'm a social worker in a medium-sized southern coastal city. I'm divorced, 50-ish, thin, and in very good health. Every day after work I try to take a half-hour walk through my neighborhood, just for exercise. Yesterday, just after reaching the point in my walk where I was farthest from my house, I had a tremendous urge to move my bowels. The discomfort was really intense, and I started walking back home as quickly as I could. Within several minutes, I knew I was not going to make it back home. My neighborhood is residential, with all single-family homes.

There are no commercial establishments at all, and within the past few years there has been an influx of new owners, so I didn't know anyone other than the neighbors right around my own home. As a result, I was not in a position to knock on someone's door and ask to use their toilet. There was not even a bush I could hide behind.

It finally got to the point where I couldn't hold it any more, and I just let go and did it in my pants. I had been a bit constipated for the previous several days, and must have dumped a 5 pound load of very firm poop in my panties. I had on a pair of walking shorts (the weather is still warm here), but they didn't do anything to hide that huge bulge in the back. In addition, the weight of that huge load started pulling my panties down, and I had to use one hand to grip my waistband to keep my pants up.

After a brisk 10-minute walk, I got back home, undressed in the garage, dumped my panties in the garbage, and headed for the shower.

This is the first time anything like this has happened to me, and even though I have read about "poopers", I never thought that I would like anything like that. Quite frankly, I'm still undecided. The feel of that huge load in my panties was exciting, but I've yet to overcome the urge to feel ashamed. That's the way we are brought up, you know. Grown-ups don't poop in their pants, and if they do have an "accident" they're not supposed to enjoy it.

I'll have to give it some more thought...and maybe try it again.


Dollar store

Had a rather embarrassing Sunday last week. I need to go bathroom really bad. So I stopped at a dollar General . When I got there you needed a key to get in the bathroom. I was already desperate to go. I went up to the checkout and there were two customers before me . It probably only took about 5 minutes or so. I got the key from the lady and she started to follow me for some reason, but I got about 10 feet from the bathroom and just exploded watery diarrhea filling my pants in front of the lady. The back of my jeans were instantly soaked. She just turned and went back up front and I went in took paper towels to the outside of my jeans to dry them. Of course I had to take the key back to her. She just asked if I was alright. I told her yes and got a plastic bag from her to sit on in the car. Wish I could say it was the only time I've pooped my pants, but probably the most emmbarring


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I wish I had someone to help me go poo....i have had help a couple of times and it is sooo good.

Late last night I was working on a presentation in the library. It was me, my friend Bebe, two guys and a pretty, blonde German girl named Maria. All throughout the evening I had been holding in a poo and by the end it got pretty urgent. I even accidentally farted once! It was silent, but smelled a bit and I really hope nobody noticed! Anyway, when we were done, Maria quickly said goodbye, while the rest of us stayed and chatted for a bit longer. It was only after another minute or so, that a cramp reminded me of my urgent need to do a number two. I told the others I needed to use the toilet real quick, and then I made a beeline to the bathroom. This is a different bathroom from the one I often use when I work in the library by myself. It's quite big, with six stalls on each side. I went in and it was completely empty, except foor one stall. Right away, I knew that it was Maria using that stall. Her turquoise toenails and the tan sandals she was wearing that day were fully on display in the gap under the door. On top of that, she had pulled her pink string almost all the way down to her feet, which she had pretty wide apart, really stretching her panties. I took a stall on the other side, locked the door, pulled down my jeans and black undies and sat down on the seat. I peed, and while I did so I looked around and noticed that I could see Maria's feet under her door super well through the gap in my stall. When I was done peeing, it was suddenly very quiet in the room. There had been no sounds from Maria's stall at all, except a small cough. I felt a little bit self conscious doing a big poo in the quiet bathroom with Maria as an audience, but at that point I really couldn't help it. A big log started to push from my bumhole, stretching it real wide. I let out an embarrassingly audible moan as my large poop dropped off and splashed into the bowl. After that, the room was silent again, except that Maria was now making the faintest grunting noises. She was on her toes now, which is totally pooping posture and confirmed that she was pushing out a turd of her own. And of course, just as I was doing my second piece, a very audible plop came from her stall, followed by a short fart. All in all, I did three poops, all pretty big but the first one was the biggest. I wasn't making the worst stink, but there was definitely a very noticeable poop smell in the room, some of which I think came from Maria's stall also. She did a few more plops as well and each time I could see her flexing her toes as she was pushing out her poops. When I felt empty, I pulled off some paper and wiped my front and then my rear end. Then I flushed, pulled up my pants and left the stall. Just then, Maria asked, "excuse me?". I said, "hey, it's me Anna". And she was like, "Oh great, it's you. There is no paper in my stall, could you bring me some?". I told her sure and went into the stall to her right and pulled off a bunch of tp. From her stall Maria went on, "I should have looked, but I really needed a poopoo. I almost couldn't hold it!". I was a bit surprised she volunteered this information and I thought it was kinda funny that she used the word "poopoo". I couldn't think of anything better to say other than, "I really needed to go as well", and then I handed her the paper under the stall. She said thanks and then I headed over to the sinks to wash my hand while she was wiping. She was still in her stall when I left, so I just said "bye" and went out and back to the table to chat with my friends. I saw Maria leave the bathroom shortly after. She looked very happy and waved over to our table. I guess she was kinda lucky that I had needed to go to the bathroom as well. Ok, that's my story for today! I hope you all liked it!

to Vera S: Hi, and welcome to the site! I poop in public bathrooms quite a bit, mostly at school or in the gym. I wouldn't say I am super self confident about it. Often I just can't help it and I really need to go. I do get a bit embarrassed sometimes. After reading this site for years, what has helped me is considering public pooping as a bit of an exciting adventure! Also, I guess I have learned that most people are not judgemental at all in the bathroom and also that apparently more than just a few girls find it a bit exciting to have a pooping buddy in a public bathroom!

to Victoria B: Loved your story about when you helped your friend Monica. That was very sweet of you!

Thanks for your response and those two wet pants reports.

I don't recall any more choir incidents but there is a church related one. I was in the scouts as well as the choir. The uniformed organisations had a church parade each month. I had to dash in, get into choir robes and then back into the parade afterwards. I do remember being quite desperate by the end and saw others who clearly needed to go. On several occasions, as we came out of church I saw the skirts of several brownies, eight and nine year old girls, who had clearly wet their knickers.

Scouts provided several experiences. There were no loos at our scout hut. I remember a lad of 13 or 14 who near the end of the evening was obviously desperate but did not want to say anything. Suddenly, a wet patch appeared on his shorts. It wasn't very big but he had obviously started to wet himself. I knew he lived quite a distance away and would probably have badly wet himself by the time he got home. A younger boy, a cub, about 8 once wet his pants. In senior scouts we had a game which involved one person riding on another's back. On one occasion, a lad of about 16 fell of his mount and the shock made him wet his pants. Another boy on two occasions messed his pants when he was very nervous in a game.

Apart from a boy in school - 14 at the time - who wet his pants all my other memories are of adults. I can write those if you re interested.


Mid exam poop

Hi everyone! How have we been doing? I'm sorry I haven't posted much recently but I've been busy preparing and studying for my university exams, which this post is about!

I had a chemistry exam for university today and all day my stomach had been gurgling and moving about loads. I tried sitting on the toilet twice with no luck, not even some gas, so I guessed it was just me being nervous. Well about an hour into the exam my stomach was doing somersaults and really making a lot of noise and I actually felt like I needed to poop. I was getting rather desperate for a pee too and I decided it was best to try and get some relief so I could properly concentrate on the exam again.

I reluctantly raised my hand and about a minute later a supervisor came up to me and I explained my situation. She told me I would be able to go to the bathroom that had been checked before the exam and monitored, and that the supervisor would be standing outside my stall at all times to make sure I wasn't cheating somehow. I had no problem with that and I was escorted to the toilets and directed into one of the two stalls.

I locked the door behind me and lifted up my loose knee length skirt, pulled down my underwear to my calves and sat down on the cool seat. It was such a pleasant feeling on a warm day. As expected, I could see the back of her feet underneath the door. She wasn't joking about standing outside. After sitting for a few seconds I felt my stomach gurgle and flip again and knew something major was happening inside me. I wanted to take my time and fully enjoy it, but on the other hand I wanted to get back to my exam and didn't know how patient the supervisor was.

Luckily, my body decided for me and having only been sat on the toilet for maybe 15 seconds I bit my lip as I began to birth a really wide load. It was moving rather quickly but stretching me to capacity and it felt so good to finally go after trying so many times. It fell into the water with a loud splash and without a moments pause the rest continued coming out, keeping me forced open. This soon broke off too and I ended up pushing out another two pieces.

I was getting a massive thrill from the supervisor being stood outside, knowing that she knew I was pooping, and that she could hear every single splash. I started a loud stream of pee as I got myself some toilet paper and waited about 30 seconds to finish. I went for longer than I anticipated! Once I was empty I wiped my front once and my behind three times and then stood up to flush, but not before having a peek at my creation. There was one long log about two inches thick and six inches long sat across the bowl with another about two inches long resting on top. The other two were obscured by my toilet paper.

I flushed, pulled up my underwear and made sure I was presentable before leaving to wash my hands with the biggest smile ever. This one toilet trip has made my entire week. I returned to the exam room and felt so relaxed afterwards, and seemed to be able to concentrate a lot better.

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Someone asked about the search function. Try searching from the search box on an old posts page. There is a default option somewhere that makes these highlight the matches.

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To: Benjamin another great story it sounds like Carrie really had poop a lot.

To: Abbie as always another great story it sounds like you both had great poops.

To: Grace great story about your big poop.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

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my park buddy dump

I am white 17yo 5'5" c cup boobs athletic body pee a dozen times a day poop at least once every 4 days. Mum Dad Me and my brother David are all open when it comes to bathroom routine. Dad says mum and I are show offs on the toilet as we like to flip the seat up and squat on the bowl when we need to poo. Mum tells him to leave us alone and we do what's comfy. Dad got the hint and even built a timber stool around the toilet for mum and me to squat on
Mum decides we need a family day, picnic in the park, a technology free day as she puts it.
While I am free to make my own choices I go along to keep the peace, She doesn't ground me or any of that she just won't do anything for me, so I went.
About an hour travel and we're in this forest park it's got a mown grass area and walking trails toilet block up the top of a small hill. brick modern council looking toilet. We're there about an hour and my 4 day old poop decides, now is a good time to want out. I gather my thoughts and set out on the walk of shame up to the toilet.
It's like the whole park knows where I am going and what I have to do.
I walk past another family and a girl about my age gets up and starts walking with me. She makes comment on my dress and we start chatting, her name is Sammy she dark at least 6'6" tall huge boobs, looks like she could crush me with one hand, she's not overweight just a large framed girl.
We get to the toilets walk around the brick entry wall and are confronted with a room about 4'x8' wash basin on the entry wall and two toilets facing each other. We look at each other and walk in Sammy takes the left toilet I take the right. I slip my panties off and squat over the steel bowl Sammy watches me and then does the same.
We settle in our squat and both start to pee, I have seen mum heaps of times on the toilet but never a dark girl my own age and yes I was curious as Sammy seemed to be about me. I shave and have an innie Sammy shaves but she has an outtie.
My pee come out in pretty much a clear stream and dribbled to a stop, the last drops run down my left bum cheek. Sammy's pee came out golden in a stream but kind of splattered and shook her outie as it came out. Her last dribbles run down her bum cheek too.
We sat in silence for a moment waiting to see if the other would wipe but neither of us did, she made eye contact and she asked if I had to poo to, I nodded and she smiled and said lets dump together? I said sure but I might take a while got 4 days worth, Sammy smiled and said me too.
I pushed and could feel the tip open my bum Sammy must have been the same she was pushing also but I couldn't see anything coming out of her but her bum was doming. I relaxed and the tip sucked back up closing my bum Sammy's domed bum did the same.
Sammy nodded I pushed again and the tip poked out Sammy smiled at seeing it and pushed hers as well. Sammy's bum domed and the tip of her poo poked out. It was yellow and gave quite a contrast against her dark skin. Sammy and I both relaxed at the same time causing the tips to suck back in. Our next pushes got both of our poos to the same position but neither of us got them to move any further.
Both Sammy and I push hard and our poos move a little more then get stuck her poo is thick. Sammy and I both push again my bum opens really wide Sammy's bum domes more and stretches around her poo. Sammy says I got to get this moving its giving me but ache.
I take the hint and we both give massive pushes, my poo unplugs and moves. Sammy's did the same, mine narrowed slightly once the plug passed. Sammy's seemed to stay the same thickness only grow in length till it was in the water and still in her bum at the same time. Mine plopped and another piece started right away it came out so much easier than the first. Sammy's coiled in the water under her as I did another piece.
Sammy's tapered to an end while I did one more. We then both wiped I did my kat first then my bum 4 times. Sammy did her kat first then her bum 12 times checking the yellow poo on the paper each time till she was clean. we put our panties back on and flushed the toilets gurgled but nothing moved we washed and left walking back to our respective families. 45 minutes had passed by the time I got back.

Brittany B

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Hi all! I wanna share another thing I remember from college today, but first I want to say her to some people.

Grace - Hey girl! You're a real toilet punisher huh? haha I may bomb the toilet, but you take it to a whole new level. Not like I've never clogged a toilet though. You're stories were awesome! I especially liked the one at the Starbucks. Your friend telling you to take it easy on the toilet really made me laugh! I look forward to seeing more from you!

Victoria B - Oooh girl! I had a feeling after your teaser that you story was going to go in that direction. That's awesome! Monica really needed you and I'm glad you were able to be there for her.

Benjamin - You are one lucky boy to have not one, but three females who were pretty chill about pooping with you around! I guess when there's no toilet, you gotta make due! Looking forward to more!

Becc - Hey girl! I'm glad you like my stories too! I'm surprised you find so many places without stall doors. I've never found them myself! Cate is such a cool friend! Wish I could poop with my friends haha! Always looking forward to hearing more from you!

Jenny - I've never really felt too bad after wiping in pubic, except when I have diarrhea like my last story at the mall. I guess it's just preference really.

So in the bathrooms in my dorm rooms, their were 3 showers that were right across from the toilet stalls. When the bathroom got steamy from the hot showers, it seemed like any poop smells were increased tenfold! One night after a long day, I gathered my shower items, and made my way down to one of the bathrooms. One girl was already showering in the far stall, so I took the shower in the middle of 3 and started to do my thing. I like hot showers, and apparently so did this other girl, so we had the bathroom steaming up pretty good. As I was washing my hair, I heard the door open and 2 sets of footsteps come into the room. 2 toilet stall doors shut, locked, and I heard the rustling of clothes as the 2 new girls settled their butts on the bowls.

I couldn't really hear them pee, since I was showering, but after a minute or so, I definitely heard a pretty loud fart and the plops begin. And they didn't stop! Just steady, mushy sounding plops every couple of seconds with some farts every so often. I peeked out the shower curtain and saw 2 pairs of feet in flip-flops with pajama shorts and panties around their ankles occupying the first 2 stalls. With my head out, I could discern that all that plopping and farting was coming from the first stall. She was like a machine! Just farting and plopping away like there was no tomorrow! And man did she stink! I couldn't hear anything from her friend, but seeing as how she was still seated, I bet she was probably dropping turds so big they weren't plopping very loudly. Between these 2 girls and the steam in the air, the bathroom was getting quite the heavy stench of poop. I heard the other showering girl end her shower, so I put my head back in and resumed my own shower. I was almost done anyway.

The other showering girl seemed to leave in a hurry, must not have liked the stink! I leisurely finished my shower as the girls continued to bomb their toilets. When I got done, I dressed myself and went to the sinks to comb my hair and brush my teeth for the night. I heard a few more plops and farts from the girl in stall 1 and I definitely heard a quiet flump of a turd in the bowl of stall 2 before she cut a loud fart. Both girls started to wipe themselves while I was brushing my teeth and when they flushed and came to wash their hands, I got a good look at them. Stall 1 was a curvy brunette of average height with curly hair, stall 2 was a taller, slightly less curvy brunette with straight hair. I remember seeing them often and I believe they were roommates. The curvy girl said she was sorry they stunk up the bathroom during my shower and laughed. I told her, "hey, no worries! A girl's gotta go when she's gotta go right?" and we both laughed. Her friend didn't laugh, as she seemed a little embarrassed. They left before me and as I was finishing up, a girl walked in carrying shower gear, smelled the air, and just turned around and left. I figured she was headed to the other bathroom on our floor. Haha

Hope you all enjoyed my story! Peace!



Today I had to use the bathroom so badly. I'd been holding it for a couple of hours while binge watching a show on Netflix, you know how it goes. It had also been a couple days since I last pooped, I think just because I was dehydrated. Anyway, this morning it was definitely pushing to come out. So when I couldn't stand it anymore, I finally paused my show. I felt a strong urge just sitting, but when I stood up I had to GO. I waddled upstairs, turtleheading, but just before I reached the bathroom door my roommate called my name. She was leaving for work and already late and my car was blocking hers in the driveway. Clenching my cheeks, I sighed and walked past the bathroom to grab my keys. I had to stop in the hallway to cross my legs and clench with all my might trying not to poop my pants. When I felt I had things under control, I all but ran down the stairs into the driveway. I could feel the poop pushing itself out, but as soon as I sat down in the driver's seat it stopped from the pressure of the seat. I backed out, let my roommate pull out, and then pulled back in. I twisted the keys to shut the car off, swung my legs out and stood up. As soon as I was standing again, I knew I was in trouble. I tried clenching but it wasn't working. A log started to slide out and then stopped. It was touching cotton, and I knew from prior experience that I had about .2 seconds to get to a toilet before it started coming out full force.

I could have made it, I think. Barely. But in that moment I got a tickle in my throat and coughed. It took one cough to push all of my poop out into my pants. Even though I was wearing jeans, there was no resistance. The whole load slid out all at once, and I felt warmth spread into my panties, across my butt, and down my right leg. Now, when on the toilet, when I poop, I pee. So I guess my brain assumed it was time to go, because for a moment I felt my bladder release and a hot spurt of pee shot into my panties. I crossed my legs and leaned against the side of my car. Finally I regained control. But while this whole thing was happening, my neighbor had come out to mow his lawn, and now I had to get past him to go inside. And quickly, without peeing my pants the rest of the way. I felt the seat of my jeans with my hand and there was a HUGE lump, no doubt noticeable. It was very warm, too. I waited until my neighbor was facing opposite of me, and jogged up to the front door, poop sliding against my legs. I got the urge to pee again once I got inside, so I dashed up the stairs. I could feel my accident slipping out of my panties with every step but I had to make it to the bathroom to pee. I stopped in front of the toilet, and the urge to pee became stronger (it always does that to me in the bathroom!). But I couldn't just pull my pants down and fling poop everywhere. I had to think. But while I was trying to think of the best way to do this, my body had other plans. I crossed my legs and shoved my hand in my crotch, but I had already started peeing. Shit shit shit, I kept thinking. I swiveled around, trying not to uncross my legs, and just plopped myself onto the toilet, loaded pants and all, and peed through my jeans. Again I felt the warmth spread across my butt and the backs of my thighs. The poop in my pants became soggy, and when I stood back up to assess the damage, everything sloshed around.

One hell of an accident and one hell of a clean up, but at least no one saw. I came really close to my roommate and my neighbor witnessing, so I guess that was lucky.

Anatomy Student

To Lurker with a problem

Visible mucus in stool can signal a disease. The mucous membrane of the large intestine helps stool to pass. ... When stool has visible mucus, it can be a sign of bacterial infections, anal fissures, a bowel obstruction, or Crohn's disease. Inflammatory Bowel Disies or IBS are also plausible, but there will usually be a trigger. You very well may have an infection and you should see a medical professional. Be sure to drink plenty of water so you don't get dehydrated and avoid insoluble fiber like nuts, popcorn, and seeds until you and your doctor figure it out.



(A bit about my girlfriend before I start she has red hair to a bit above her hips and she is 5ft6)My girlfriend was staying at my place for the weekend while her parents were on an anniversary trip.when she got here we watched some movies and had some dinner. Around 9:00 she started looking uncomfortable and I asked her if she was ok .she said she hadn't poop since last week. I started rubbing and massaging her belly for 30 minutes around 10:00 she said she thinks she might be able to poop now. I led her to the bathroom and she sat down on the toilet and took her shorts and shirt off so she was just left with her bra and under wear at her ankles . She had her legs spread really far apart so I could see her poop coming out .her toes were digging into the floor and she was leaning forward with her elbows on her knees and face in her hands .i sat in front of her on the floor massaging her stomach . She was grunting and straining really hard . After about 20 minutes of that her poop was finally starting to poke out about 1 inch. I kept encouraging her . She started to push really hard " UGHHHHHHHHHHGHHGGG AHHHHHHHHHH " she got another inch out and took a secend to breathe but it got sucked in all the way and had to start again . I was holding her hands now and her face was bright red . We decided to take a break and take a shower together ( a hot shower since those help sometimes ) while in the shower we cuddled and I was massaging her stomach for her . Then she farted really loudly and got and grabbed a towel and head staright for the toilet . I turned the shower off and put my underwear and shirt on and sat in front of her massaging her stomach." AhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH UGHHHHHHHHHH NGGGGGGGGGGGG" she got about 4 inches out . It was 3 inches wide and all knobbly like a bunch of little poops connected together . I keep on wn encouraging her some more and rubbing her belly. This time she bore down NGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH " keep pushing , don't stop , you can do it " I kept saying .she had about 8 inches out now and I told her to keep pushing a bit more in case it slid back in . GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR NGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGFFGF UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH .she has 10 inches out now .she was stretching her bottom apart with her hands now . It was about 11:30 now . Again she started straining IGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH . And now she was kind of standing up a bit when I had an idea . I grabbed some gloves from under my bathroom sink and told her to stand up facing the toilet and pull her bottom apart . I told her to push as hard as she could while I grab her log and pull it softly . She quickly agreeded and bore down . UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG ARJGGGGGGGHHGGHHHGGGGG . Now there was about15 inches out and it was starting to turn a bit green . She sat in the toilet and pushed really hard and she fattest part of 5 inches has defiantly passed as it started getting really smooth, soft , and green and I fell with a huge plunk . After that I wiped for her and I changed her out of her old underwear and bra into new underwear and bra and put her dirty clothes in the washing machine . Then I led her to bed where she laid on top of me . She fell asleep right away . The next morning I woke up at about 10:00 am and found her on the toilet with a magazine saying she had a stomache ache . I asked if she was constipated again but she said it was all mushy or liquid and coming out easily . I asked how long she had been pooping this morning and she said since 8:45 . I hopped into the shower for 15 minutes and she was still pooping . Now I was starting to need a poo and this was the only bathroom in the house . I told her this and she got up and said to get on and shove as far back as possible so I did and then she got another magazine and sat on the toilet too I massages her stomach while she read . I did 2 12 inch logs each one 2 inches wide . But stayed seated with Ashlyn . She spent the rest of the weekend in the bathroom . I stayed with her the whole time though .


Strange way to have a poo

Hey all

Today I did a rather unsual poo. So I went into our bathroom which is rather small, i grabbed tons of tp and put it on the floor to cover the tiles. So first of all i had to pee so did this in the toilet. Now to the poo, I squatted over the tp i laid out and started pushing and felt a small turd pop out, I stood up to make sure that I'm pooing directly on to the tp and not the tiles. I squatted again and felt a big turd pop out and it kept on coming, after two minutes i was done and stood up and looked at a huge pile of shit that i just produced, the smell was arousing. I then sat on the toilet staring at my master piece, and then wiped myself and then grabbed the poo and tossed it in the toilet . I had fun doing this and will definitely be doing this again.

See ya


about bidet

Sorry everyone, your very own Mina is bad condition, so can't write so much. But I want to answer to Jenny about bidet. Is it same with washlet? In Japan many loo have washlet, we can wash our bottom or woman part with shower from washlet. I and my friends say that a washlet is very wonderful! It cleans perfectly, especially it cleans bottom well. Sometimes after we use washlet, our bottom is perfectly clean. And it is useful for period too. But I and my friends put it to weak power when we are period.

Love to everyone.

Your very own Mina

Uncle Harry

To Wilden

Wow,. What a great story. I never saw one like that. I have a suggestion. Carry a male and female urinal in your car. The female has two flaps that fit snugly over the vagina and hold in the urine. I carry both. You never know when you might need them.


Pooped my pants on the Trolly.

Hi everyone, Yesterday afternoon heading into town I took the Trolly into town. There are no Bathrooms at any of the Subway Stations. I felt the need to Poop. On the ride I was standing up, I let go a little to relieve some Pressure (got a little bit Lazy) and emptied the entire load into my pants! I couldn't believe how much it was, a big giant load in my pants. I got off in town and figured I'd walk to Starbucks and maybe clean up a bit. Anyways when I got to there bathroom, I looked in the Mirror! I had a big brown staining bulge on the back of my pants (no use to clean up and stink up their bathroom). Downtown, was somewhat crowded. I had to walk through town like that to catch the Trolly home. I felt both embarrassed and ashamed as I walked into the Subway station. I was nervous, but I tried to stay calm, telling myself that it will be OK and that accidents happen. I stood in the middle of full a Trolly. I just stared at the floor completely aware that anyone could see me or smell me What was I to do? but wait for my stop about 20 minutes away. For the most part the people around me were pretty polite. I just overheard a couple of people say that "he shit in his pants". That's to be expected I guess. I just told myself it happens sometimes and to try not to be to ashamed. It was so embarrassing to be on the crowded Trolly with poop in my pants though. I got off about a mile early and walked to my car.
Very Embarrassing!
Has anything like this ever happened to any of you? Thanks, I'd appreciate the support.

Pete The Poop

clogged toilet

grace great story did U get any comments from the lady who replaced U?

I have clogged a unisex before. Wasn't sure it was me or the previous occupant with paper or a hidden clogger but when I flushed it all rose to the top. Mine was a decent poop but I didn't expect it to clog. No plunger so I simply had to leave it and apologise to the 40yr old lady waiting?

Vera S.

New to the Crew

Hi everyone. My name is Vera, and I've been doing a fair bit of browsing around here so I figured I'd join in on the posting.

I'm 18, about 5'10", slim build, have dark blonde hair with a tint of red to it, and some small curves.

One of the biggest things I've been surprised by while reading here is the amount of confidence some of you have peeing and pooping around other people. When it comes to going in public, I freeze up and absolutely can't go unless the bathroom is empty or I'm somewhere else completely alone. The idea of someone hearing me let out a big crackly poo is mortifying, especially if they see me when I leave the stall. I wish I had the confidence to just let go and do my business when other people are around like some of you all can. If I ever had the confidence, I'd love to try having a poo in a communal bathroom with a friendly stranger.

I'll see you all around and hopefully come up with some fun stories myself.

Just Jerika

What has happened to privacy?

Last weekend me and my boyfriend Hernandez visited the beach for the first time this season. It was a hot steamy day. The place was pretty crowded. I was eager to wear my new two-piece swimsuit. I tried to take my crap before we left our apartment, but he wanted to get going. Sometimes he can be insensitive to my needs, but I went along with it and got in the car. Within an hour of our arrival and our first trip into the water, my poop was knocking. Hernandez pointed out toilet buildings about three blocks on each side of our claimed space. I started my walk to the one to the left. Being shorter than most my age, and a few pounds overweight, I found getting traction in the sand to be tough. The activity only made getting onto the toilet more urgent. Walking extra distance around various camp sites didn't help either. I remember momentarily thinking about borrowing one of the towels I was stepping over to wipe the sweat off me. It was getting into my eyes and they were getting sore.

Finally I got to the block building. My feet felt relieved to be on the slick concrete in front of the doorway. I entered hoping the wait wasn't going to be long. There were six toilets. Each was separated by a concrete block wall. Three feet high at the most. No privacy doors. Each of the toilets was taken. One had a little girl on it swinging her feet while holding on to the front of the seat with her hands. The next had a girl my age in a black swimsuit who was picking the sand from her toes as she sat. Then I spied my salvation. The seat was up and I dropped it, dropped my bottom, and threw my butt onto the black plastic.

As the first of my poop was slowly inching out, I heard a woman walking in, her phone ring, and her telling her boy about 5 or 6 to wait for the next toilet for his wee-wee. She walked outside and all of us could hear her conversation become more heated. The boy walked to every toilet. All were in use. But then he stopped in front of me.
He asked my name. I told him and he kind of laughed as he continued to stare at me. He asked if I was weeing or pooing. When I told him I also suggested it might be a while and he should wait at the entrance and give me some space. Then he asked why? I didn't want to encourage conversation and any more attention. So I started to stare at the floor between my legs. I'm sure he heard a couple of heavy plops into the stool. Then still standing there he asked if I knew his mom? That angered me because I knew he should be outside waiting for her and be supervised by her.

I was done but was waiting for his mother to come back. By standing and wiping I would just be giving him more of a show. On the other side of me, the toilet flushed and the lady left. I used my thumb to direct him to that toilet. But he just smiled and stood there in front of me. So I just decided to cut the presentation time and I fumbled a bit as I wiped from my seat. I pulled up my bottom and hurriedly flushed and brushed by him. In doing so I called him a creep or a little creep. I forget which. I didn't wash my hands and quickly got to the entryway where I saw the bright sunlight. His mom was standing there, smoking a cigarette and laughing away. And that came at the expense of my privacy.

I have a question that maybe some of the females can answer. I've been around plenty of chicks in my time who had no problem pissing in my presence but when it comes to number 2 its a different story. Some of these same individuals would even talk about their poop/etc. I mean, you assume the same position to shit as you would to be pee, the same areas of the body are exposed when one shits and pisses. Just wondering why this is.

Well, must say it's great to read so many stories from such open minded folk. I used to be shy about toilet's a generation thing, but as I've got older...probably from early teens on to middle age, I wonder why now, as it's perfectly natural, and everyone does it.

After writing about my school/swimming pool experience with my class mate, reminded me of one or two other swimming pool experiences. I was part of a group that wasn't in to sport, but did like swimming, and in the school holidays a small group of us boys would meet up and have a swimming session once a week or so. This was all when we were 12-13 year olds. Around that age, I still had an unfortunate tendancy to be constipated, so got in to the habit, of probably about once a week, of taking a mild laxative, so I could have a really good 'clear out'. They were natural 'senakot'tablets...they were supposed to be mild, but could have a really explosive effect, especially after being really clogged up.

Well, one week in a holiday, can't remember which now, I'd taken a couple of tablets at bedtime, knowing they would work the next morning. It also happened to be the morning that I'd arranged to go swimming with Neal and Lee. I had a few mild poo pains while I was having breakfast, and tried to go to the toilet straight after, but only managed to pass a few 'rabbit droppings' and fart a bit. I gave up, and set off on the mile or so walk to the pool. I met my mates about half way...Lee mentioned that he nearly didn't come, as he'd had really bad diarrhoea that morning, but otherwise felt ok, so he decided to come anyway.

I said that in some ways he was lucky to have had been able to get rid of his poop so easily, and told him how I was clogged up and had taken a laxative.I will add, by the age I was then, I'd started to overcome my 'toilet habit shyness' and actually found other folks experiences quite interesting.

As we carried on walking, I suddenly felt a pain in my belly, and a sudden pressure in my bottom...I mentioned that my laxative had suddenly kicked in, and we'd need to walk a bit quicker, as I was now dying to go to the toilet. As we got to the pool, I was feeling really desperate, feeling a bit sick, and starting to sweat. Lee also mentioned that when we got to the pool, he needed to sit on the toilet before we went in the water....he knew he was going to do some more diarrhoea...

We paid for our tickets and headed for the changing rooms...the public changing rooms were a much more civilised affair than the group changing room that we had to use as a school group that I mentioned before, and gave everyone privacy...separate changing cubicles with a curtain...our clothes went in to a basket that was handed over a counter to an attendant, in exchange for a coloured, numbered armband. I don't think I've ever got changed quicker...I desperately wanted to fart, but was worried I'd poop by accident. I came out of my cubicle at the same time as Lee, who was also looking a bit anxious. We handed our clothes over, and both rushed to the toilets. Neal knew we were both desperate, and said he'd wait for us before going to the pool. I mentioned before that they were just 3 stalls in the male changing area...the one nearest the wall was taken, I headed straight to the first one, and Lee went in the middle, next to me. The end occupant flushed and left at that time.

I pulled my shorts down, and sat down heavily. The toilets were quite unusual that they didn't have hinged seats, but had two pieces of curved, polished wood on each side of the pan rim....don't know why, but guess they were better to sit on than a plastic seat, if you had to go and sit on the toilet, soaking wet, straight from the pool. They also had concealed cisterns, and the wall was a long way back from the back of the pan, so nothing to relax and lean back on either.

As soon as I sat down, I just relaxed my bottom, and felt a few squirts of watery poop come just came without any pushing. This was closely followed by some really well lubricated hard lumps, a pause, then an explosive fart, and a torrent of mushy, wet poop exploding in the toilet. I remember looking down between my legs to look at my 'production' and noticing that Lee's shorts were just visible on the floor...he'd taken them right off, and dropping them on the floor, they had come part way in to my stall. Lee incidentally laughed at the sound of my 'explosion, and commented that I must feel really better after that. I did as well :). I apologised for the smell which was really strong, and must have reached him.

Meanwhile, I was wondering why Lee had taken his shorts right off. Curiousity got the better of me, and I was just able to see under the gap and see that his left foot were facing the wall...he was obviously sitting on the toilet in reverse. I could hear him straining slightly, and hear the sound of bubbly, crackly,wet farts, but didn't hear any plops...
I wasn't sure whether to mention the next part, but know admin will delete if inappropriate, but found what I could hear next, was in fact quite normal for teenage boys to do....and a good reason why. I could hear that Lee was breathing quite fast, and could hear little noises that made me think Lee was giving himself 'hand relief'. I was a little shocked, and curious at the same time. By now, I was pretty sure I'd finished pooping, and started to wipe. I asked Lee if he was ok, and nearly finished...he replied quite quietly...yes...almost...

I was finishing wiping, and could hear Lee was now doing the same...His shorts disappeared off the floor, and we both flushed and came out of our stalls at about the same time.

I looked at Lee, who was looking a little embarrassed...I said...'were know....'He went bright red, and nodded. I asked why he did it then....he replied that his swimming shorts were very tight, and he was worried that the sight of girls in the pool might 'make him show' which would be really embarrassing, and by relieving himself first might stop that happening for a while. I actually realised that was a great idea, and would do the same in the future myself, and found out that many other boys did too. Neal had vanished at this point...he'd gone to the urinals for a pee as it happened, so while we were alone, I asked Lee why he was sitting in reverse on the toiet. Of course, it made real sense when he told me...he said if ever he needed to poo when undressed, he'd sit that way, as his poo would just slide down the toilet pan, and not spash in the water and make his bottom one likes that, do they...also, he was in a better position to make his other 'production' drop in the toilet.

We headed straight to the pool after washing our hands, and did the usual few lengths, and hanging about chatting at the deep end...I soon started to get belly cramps, and said I needed the toilet again...Lee said he'd join me, as he wanted to fart, but was worried it might be more. He got to the toilets first, and took the first one that I'd used earlier...I took the centre one. for the first time ever, I took my shorts off, and sat in reverse position, facing the wall. My bottom exploded with a wave of watery was great not getting the 'splashback' in this position...Lee in the meantime let rip a really loud, bubbly fart followed by some soft crackling plops again, so he must have been sitting in reverse again...I didn't bother looking that time. We both finished about the same time again, did the usual after poop routine, and went back to the pool. I vaguely remember having to go again after finishing in the pool and getting changed...the laxatives were a bit too active, but it was great to feel so empty after being clogged up. Had another one or two pooping experiences at the pool...not as interesting as this one, but will write if anyone is interested.


Post T

To Kamdyn - I loved your " Shit Shack" story. Some of my best poops have come after the working out , especially in school which I'll talk about shortly. I used to be so self conscious about pooping in public restroom. Now I feel super relieved when I know how good it will feel when I finish and when I can hear someone else have just as good ( or smelly or loud) poops as me! I'm more self conscious of people seeing my dirty underwear after pooping as I have previously written, but am slowly getting over it when i read this site . Kamdyn do you get annoyed or embarrassed when you get skid marks? You sounded surprised when you found a skid mark after your SS poop. That is pretty standard for me to get a skid after I poop, I feel like no matter how much I wipe. It is worse when I used public restrooms and I don't have my soft to or wet wipes. It is also probably worse when I sweat like when I work out. At the gym I only drop my panties to my knees in the stalls because I have at least a 2 x 2 skid after working out. Sometimes I get it when I haven't even pooped before or during my workout ?!?! But if I have a nice pre run poop, I'll expect a skid if I'm shearing a light colored thing. My worst skids are with my light cheaky panties ( I only have two and they were gifts). My thong s skids to but not as bad .

To Brittany B- I never feel clean after a poop in a public restroom probably because of the bad tp and sometimes I am just in a rush. Do you find a skidmark when got home to shower? Sometime when I'm not in a rush I'll wipe 20 time with extra flushes and still not feel clean. Sometime when I'm in a rush I just kind of accept it ( especially when I'm wearing dark panties ) and just give myself three wipes

to Grace. I'm about 5'9 and in high school I clogged at lot of toilets in my house and a few of my friends home ( one one boyfriend's home but that's another Story if anyone is interested) when I actually starting pooping in the middle of the day at school and in public my poops defiantly got smaller. I realized I actually poop 2-3 times a day. If I'm contipated I'll poop only once a day. Honestly I kind of am now so I'm typing his post on my phone. I stopped feeling embarrassed about pooping in public once I stopped clogging toilets and I realized girls with nicer butts than mine ( though I'm told mine is nice and "juicy" )make bid poops too. However when I started pooping more at school, college and now work, skids have become a part of life

Anyone out the have access to a bidet? Does it work well. Do you notice a difference with how clean you get?

Have a great day a poop everyone!

Hello, my name is brody. I am on this site because I have a really embarsing problem and wanted to know if anyone else ahs this problem, and what to do. My problem is that I've been pooping my underwear a lot recently. I HATE using the bathrooms at school, and I hold it in for too long and the poop just comes out in my underwear. It is really embarrassing, and stinky and i'm very ashamed of having accidents at my is getting to the point where the poop urges will be so sudden, that I will just crap in my pants before I can even reach a toilet! Last week, I pooped during a football game at recess. It was so humiliating and I had to go to the bathroom, while no one was there and clean out my underwear. I have also pooped while sitting on the couch, and my grandfather knows about it. I've also had several accidents in gym class. One time, I pooped during basketball practice, and I tried to sneak away to the locker room to change my pants. But my coach caught me and discovered what i'd done. he seemed really mad, and I was afraid he was going to show my poop-filled underwear to the rest of the kids. But he got me clean clothes and that was it.
Sometimes I line my underwear with toilet paper to contain my accidents, and I always bring a change of clothes. But if I crap in a pair, I have to dispose of them before I get home. My grandpa is really strict about accidents and sometimes does underpants inspections on me and my brothers, to make sure we are in clean underpants. He gets mad if he finds evidence of an accident, or even a skidmark! I'm soooo embarrassed and scared to talk to anyone about this issue. I need some advice!

A Lurker With a Problem
Hi people, I lurk here most of the time but I have a problem that I thought maybe some of you might understand. It's a bit of a medical issue but I think I have seen people post here before about that. Okay so I am a 28 yr old female who for years has had random bouts of diarrhea for various weird reasons. It was worst when I would eat too much sweet stuff before bed and wake up dying but it still strikes me during the day. I also seem to have a very narrow window between when I need to go and when I get to the bathroom. I suspect ibs but there is one thing I do not understand. I sometimes pass copious amounts of mucous like substance. It is sort of tinged light brown, yellow or whiteish clear and settles at the bottom of the toilet most of the time. But when I wipe its mostly just clear. It comes out like the consistency of diarrhea but unlike it there is no sense of urgency, it just happens when I sit down to strain slightly to pee. There is so much of it it seems like some days that is all I will pass. It seems to be appearing more often now as well. Sometimes on the days when this happens I feel a bizarre gurgling sensation like you would in your stomach but in what I can only assume to be my rectum. Does anyone else experience this? The internet has provided me with very little information


I hate automatic flush mechanisms

I really dislike those automatic flush sensors that flush suddenly without your wanting to while you are just trying to sit on the toilet in peace. I have yet to talk to anyone who doesn't share that sentiment to at least some degree. But this is also related to the thread of conversation from earlier about wiping from the front and whether it is harder for males... Yesterday I was just finishing up what had been a short and un-memorable poo, and I was in the middle of wiping (from the front as usual) when the stupid autoflush decided to trigger. It startled me so that I jumped involuntarily and gave my man-bits a rather uncomfortable knock in the process. Whoever invented those (and automatic sensor faucets too) should go in a circle of Heck several levels above the one reserved for the inventor of car alarms.


Carrie poops in a flowerpot

When Carrie and I were still ten years old, we were playing in her backyard and I had noticed her becoming more uncomfortable the longer we stayed outside. I finally asked her what was wrong and she sheepishly answered she really needed to poop and pee. She told me she hadn't gone poop since Monday and it was now Saturday.

Carrie's parents were a bit strange in that they encouraged Carrie to use the bathroom outside when she needed to go, to save on water. She usually did this, especially during the summer.

I dared her to do it somewhere unusual and she grinned. She pointed to her dad's tool-shed and said she'd go in there. She hurried to the door and I followed her. Pulling it open, she went inside. I watched as she went over to a large, terracotta flowerpot in the corner of the shed. For her privacy, I pulled the door partway closed, just enough to let in a little light.

Smiling at me, Carrie quickly pulled down her shorts and panties to her ankles and sat on the pot. "I'm on the pot," she joked. I laughed.

She concentrated for a moment and I heard her pee start splattering on the bottom of the terracotta pot, as she sighed in relief, her eyes closing. She peed for nearly twenty seconds and finally dripped to a stop. She let out another little sigh.

Then she suddenly let out a loud fart, which echoed in the stone pot, making her laugh. Then her face tensed and she let out a soft grunt as she started to push. Another fart burst into the pot. Her toes curled (she was wearing flip-flops) on the floor and she grunted again. Her face began to turn red as she strained. A few more squirts of pee shot into the pot as she pushed.

She gripped her ankles, bending over, and gave a hard grunt. Slowly, I began to hear crackling from her bottom, which went on for a few seconds. Then there was a big thud in the bottom of the flowerpot as her first turd dropped. Carrie let out her breath in a relieved huff.

She farted again. Then she started pushing again, grunting loudly. A second turd slid out and hit the bottom with a dull thud. Another thud heralded her third poop. She squeezed her eyes shut and strained noiselessly, clearly pushing very hard. A long crackling started, going on for nearly ten seconds, before a loud smack was heard, as a large turd hit the bottom heavily. Her eyes popped open and she sighed loudly.

She looked up at me, her face strained and sweaty. "It's all really hard and it hurts!" she grunted shortly as she started pushing again. She let out another loud, dry fart. She strained hard again, going up on her toes, and another long crackling started from her butt. A heavy smack hit the bottom of the pot and she moaned in relief.

"Ooowww..." she moaned, "my bottom's really sore. Pooping this all out hurts bad!" A little fart buzzed out. Another slow crackling started, Carrie going up on her toes again to push. A low moan escaped her as a heavy thud hit the pot. It was getting quite stinky in the shed now, and I opened the door a little wider.

"Are you almost done?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Not even close. My stomach still hurts really bad."

She paused for a few seconds, panting, wiping her face on her shirt. Then she closed her eyes and grunted. She groaned softly and suddenly, a long, wet splatter was heard in the flowerpot. She farted several times while pushing it out. It stopped and she sat hunched on the flowerpot, holding her stomach.

"Ohhhh, I think I'm having diarrhea," she moaned. She groaned loudly again as another long, wet splattering hit the bottom of the flowerpot. A third long, squirt of diarrhea sprayed out of her bottom, followed by three big farts. Her eyes were shut and a tight grimace twisted her face. She was clearly in pain.

Her stomach gurgled loudly and she moaned softly. Another spluttering jet of diarrhea gushed out and she farted twice. Then she sat there for nearly thirty seconds, moaning and grimacing at the cramps in her belly, but not pooping anymore. For now.

A long, spluttering fart blasted into the pot as she strained and she let out a long moan of relief. Her massive fart lasted almost ten seconds and when it was over, she looked very relieved.

"Ohhhhh," she said, "that felt sooo good! I feel so much better now." Her panting breathing was slowing down and she opened her eyes. Her eyes met mine and she smiled shyly, looking embarrassed. "Sorry you had to see me take suck a yucky poop," she said, blushing.

She sat for a few more seconds, to make sure she was all done. She reached behind her, to a roll of paper towels mounted on the wall. Pulling off several, she gently wiped her butt, wincing a little. Her butt was probably very sore.

Finished, she dropped the dirty paper towels into the pot and finally stood up, looking very, very relieved. She let out a long sigh, wiping her red face again. She bent down and pulled up her underwear and shorts again.

She glanced into the pot and laughed out loud. It was nearly half full. "Dang, I pooped a LOT!" she giggled.

We exited the smelly shed and Carrie went to tell her mom she'd been sick and had needed to run to a flowerpot in the tool-shed to have diarrhea. Her mom came out and emptied the flowerpot in the woods and rinsed it out with the hose nearby. She hugged Carrie and told her it was okay, since she hadn't had an accident in her pants.

Jasmin K

Pooing at school

I would suggest to Lydia that she tries to go every morning - it's better than having to hold all day or hope to find an empty cubical at lunch time and get long enough to actually do a poo.
I used to get to school early enough to be one of the first in the toilets - that way they were clean and toilet paper was available. I used to leave enough time to spend 30-40 minutes and would sit on the toilet straining to make myself poo. Unless I was very constipated I could usually make something come out. If I was constipated I would sometimes try at break or lunch but would most often wait untill I was home and then spend ages on the toilet untill it came out.

Hope this helps
Jas x


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Hi everyone, I have a new story to share from yesterday, which I'll get to after a few comments.
Hannah- Sorry I managed to miss your last post, in answer to your question I'm 23. You mentioned that you were going to have a poo after your last post, hope it was a satisfying one!
Imogen- sorry to hear you pooed your knickers a bit, its typical they were ones you really like, I know I always seem to get skidmarks in my really comfy knickers! Hope you can post again soon.
Anyway, on to my story- Lucys cousin Lydia was coming to stay with us again this weekend, Lucy had to work late so I took the afternoon off and met Lydia in town after she'd finished school. We looked round the shops for a bit and then caught the bus back to my house. Just after we got off the bus Lydia suddenly said "I'm bursting for a poo, I've been holding it since lunch and I really really need to go!"
I said "We're nearly back, you just need to hang on a few minutes more," and she nodded and bit her bottom lip. We got to my front door and as I looked for my keys I saw Lydia starting to squirm and jiggle, I know that feeling all too well when your clenching your bum trying desperately to stop a log from poking out into your pants so I got the door open as quickly as I could and we rushed upstairs to my room. Lydia practically ran into my ensuite without closing the door, she flipped up her skirt and quickly dropped her white cotton knickers to her knees. She sat on the loo and beckoned to me to come in, I had been hovering by the door not sure if I should follow her in even though we'd both seen each other on the loo (and having a poo!) last time she came to stay. I came in and sat on the edge of the bath. She had a quick wee and then started to bear down, she did some hard pushes which made her grunt and go red in the face but luckily she didn't have to strain for too long before I heard a log plop into the bowl and she sighed with relief. I saw that her knickers had a big skidmark in them so her log must have been poking out. "I need to do a bit more," she panted, as she started to push again. A few minutes later she was really red and she still hadn't managed to pass her second log, she said "Sorry about this, I've been a bit constipated these last few days, it comes out a bit but then goes back up my bum when I stop pushing!"
"I get the same thing when I'm constipated, just take your time!" I said. "Actually I haven't had a decent poo for a while myself so I'll have to try to go later on and I doubt I'll find it much easier!" I added. After a couple of months being free of constipation it has reared its ugly head again this last week or so, I think its partly due to the hot weather we've been having and to be honest I don't think I've been drinking enough.
"Its coming!" panted Lydia, she did a couple of really hard pushes and grunted loudly and shortly after there was a loud plop.
"Right, I'm done, thank God!" she said and started to wipe her bottom, by now I was feeling quite desperate for a wee so I said "I need a wee now" and so just as Lydia flushed and pulled her knickers up I lifted my black skirt and dropped my knickers, I was wearing white ones too. I had a wee which went on for quite a while and then I wiped and pulled up my knickers and smoothed my skirt down. We went back into my room and Lydia said, "I just need to get changed a sec." She unzipped her bag and took out some pink spotty knickers, a white tee-shirt and a blue denim skirt. She took off her dirty knickers and put the clean ones on, they looked a bit tight and she must have caught me looking because she blushed and said "Sorry about these knickers, I know they're like way too small, I couldn't find any other clean ones when I was getting dressed this morning." We spent the rest of the afternoon in the garden and then came in for tea, Lucy was back from work by then so we all ate together. After we'd eaten we went back outside again for a bit, as we were sitting there chatting I got a tight feeling in my belly and realised I was starting to need a poo so we went up to the bedroom to get ready for bed. It was really hot in there so we all undressed to our bras and knickers, I said to Lucy and Lydia "I think I want a poo now" and went into the bathroom. As I dropped my knickers and sat on the loo Lucy and Lydia both came in and went over to the basin to clean their teeth, they had their backs to me and I noticed Lucys yellow and blue stripey knickers were stuck up her bum and Lydias were even worse! I needed another wee by then so I did that first, once my stream had died down I started to concentrate on my poo, as I pushed I could feel something moving down inside me and quite soon I could feel the tip of a log coming out of my bum. I continued to strain and the log moved out slowly, getting fatter as it came and needing more effort to keep it moving. By now Lucy and Lydia had done their teeth and were sitting on the floor next to me. I did some really long and hard pushes and ended up grunting too, it was good I could keep chatting to the others to keep my mind off it but I couldn't keep talking while I strained so it was a bit of a weird conversation! After a few minutes I could feel a hard knobbly poo hanging out of my bum and nearly ready to drop, I jiggled about on the loo and said "Its almost out, I can't quite get it to drop," and suddenly it fell into the bowl with a splash. Like Lydia I could feel I had a lot more to come so I stayed sitting, my next log was smoother but really thick and it was really stretching my bumhole, I had no choice but to literally grunt it out and eventually that one too sploshed into the bowl. I looked between my legs as I was getting some loo paper and I saw a mountain of poo, luckily once I'd finished wiping my bum and I'd flushed it did all go down, somehow!
I pulled up my knickers and washed my hands and we went back into my room. Lydia started to take off her bra, she said "Its baking in here, I'm just going to sleep in my knickers!"and Lucy and I nodded in agreement as we took our bras off and got into bed. Hope you enjoyed this story, will try to post again soon, bye for now!!

your name David
This is my first posting,and hope you don't mind me writing about my latest bathroom visit earlier today
I usually go to the toilet every day,but hadn't been for 3 days,and could feel the build up in my stomach.I started to feel the urge to do my biz,so i went to the bathroom,pulled my briefs down,and sat on the toilet. I also wanted a wee so did this first and waited a bit longer before i pushed a bit harder, and almost in slow motion it seemed, i passed a single long smooth log which looked about 11 or 12 inches long.I was quite surprised when i saw how long it was,and must admit it felt great when i was doing it.


Ruined the Starbucks Toilet

It's me again, back with a recent story from just a few days ago.

On Saturday morning I met a couple high school friends for coffee at a local Starbucks. We met about 9 ish and the place was absolutely packed. About 20 minutes into our conversation, I felt the need to drop a giant load. I excused myself to go to the restroom. My friend, whose toilet has been the unfortunate recipient of a number of my creations scarcastically said to go easy on the toilet. I have her a wink, knowing this toilet was gonna be in for a real treat. I walked to the back of the shop where a line of about 4 women were waiting for the single occupancy toilet. I needed to go, but was not desperate so waiting wasn't a huge deal. By the time I got the chance to use it, there was a line of three women behind me. I felt bad for them, knowing they wouldn't be able to use this one after I was done with it. I went into the small bathroom and immediately smelled a faint poop smell. The bowl itself was very clean, but clearly at least a one of the women before me had done a number 2. I pulled down my leggings and sat down on the toilet. I let out a loud echoey fart and then a medium log started to come out. After about a foot or so, it slid silently, lodging barely into the hole of the toilet, likely enough to block the poor thing. I farted even louder this time before my main piece began its exit. This one was definitely much bigger. By the time it fell, it was at least 18 inches, and even thicker than before. It lay in the bowl spanning the entire length. Almost all of it was out of the water, so it really stunk. I knew the toilet was thoroughly clogged, so I didn't bother with a courtesy flush prior to wiping. I knew flushing would be a futile effort, so I just decided to leave it. The toilet flush was very powerful, so I guess the store figured no one would be able to clog the thing, So the store didn't provide a plunger which was unfortunate, meaning the women in line wouldn't be able to use the toilet until it got unclogged by the staff. I wasn't sure how to tell the women in line what I did, so I decided to let them find out for the self while I went to notify the staff. I told one of the employees that I had clogged their women's bathrooom. After I sat back down, my friends and I saw a young girl who worked there walk into the bathroom with a plunger. I felt bad leaving my beasts for this poor girl who was probably paid minimum wage, but I really had no other choice. We continued our conversation while my friend who was facing the restrooms kept an eye out for the girl. After almost 20 minutes I'm there facing my dump, she emerged looking flustered and a bit disgusted. We wondered whether or not she was actually able to unclog the toilet, so my friend went in to investigate. After a few minutes she returned saying that the girl was indeed successful in clearing my logs, but the toilet now had a much weaker flush. Perhaps my logs got stuck just out of site shortly down the pipe. I truly felt bad for doing this, but secretly I got a bit of a rush knowing that even the powerful public toilets are no match for my big dumps.

I would love to hear some other stories of times you all have clogged a public toilet! We're you embarrassed? Proud? A bit of both? Thanks for all the welcomes by the way!


Response to Jenny:

Your question: do I get annoyed or embarrassed when I get skid marks?

Yes, but depending on the situation. I wasn't getting them a lot, but that increased in junior high. I would have my craps a lot during passing periods between classes. After waiting for a toilet to open in the crowded bathrooms, finally getting on it, and then hearing the dreaded 1 minute warning bell before the next class, I often would get only one swipe (my mom's word when she sometimes would question me on laundry day) of the toilet paper before I made the run to class. Often there was no flushing or hand-washing because being tardy 3 times a semester meant a 4-hour Saturday detention. Now on the Shit Shack day, several things were different. Jugs of ice tea were being passed around and I chugged more than my share. I remember one team mate had a 20-once Dr. Pepper, too, and I finished it off for her. So in the 95 degree heat and humidity, my gut started to churn. At the Shit Shack, I knew I had unloaded a large, somewhat soft crap. I expected it to be moist and I would have some major cleaning to do. Dumb me. I should have looked between my legs as I sat to get my satisfaction of seeing it. But just sitting on the toilet caused me to get hotter and sweat more. So much that it was getting into my eyes and mouth. Without thinking I stood to wipe. The auto-flush went off and I lost seeing my prize. I remember doing a fast but thorough (or so I thought wiping) while my sweat continued. Seeing nothing on the toilet paper, I left. Strangely, once I got back to the game, I found some shade under a small tree and sat out some of the competition. I think I might have dozed off for a minute or two. I awoke when the others took a break and were serving up BBQ sandwiches and other things at the picnic tables nearby. I overate. Wrong I know for the circumstances and I chugged a bit of gatorade when the jug was passed around. Within a few minutes, it was like I was fully gassed up. A lot of heavy farting and belching. That, I think, could have contributed to my skid mark. Everything on my body was completely soaked. That was also the case with my head band which I took off when trying to cool down.

Monday, June 11, 2018


Power pee in the car

Hello, I've read on this forum on and off, and I figured I would share a story that happened not too long ago. Just a warning: this story may not be for the faint of heart!

So my girlfriend (now ex), Natalie, was going to a campground a few hours away with her family for a few days. I was invited, as was her friend, Alexis. The problem was, I couldn't go until the day after everyone went, nor could Alexis. So we decided I would drive with Alexis the next day. Now I had been dating Natalie for a few months, and I had known Alexis for a couple months after we started dating. So I hadn't been around her very much to get to know her. To describe what she looks like, she is an 18 year old red head, kinda tall and pretty curvy with a very nice butt. She has long hair and wears glasses. I picked her up in my car in the morning. She was wearing a olive green shirt and black leggings with short boots, and had a water bottle with her. She drank it all in the first half hour of the car ride. We talked a bit, and things got a little less awkward as we kept talking. We stopped for some breakfast, and she drank two coffees with her food. She then got a third large coffee to go, which she downed as we continued on. It was about 45 minutes after we stopped for breakfast that the tragedy of this car ride began. "I have to pee" said Alexis.

My heart skipped a beat hearing those 4 words, as I find girls going pee a big interest, and this attractive girl in my car just said she had to go. The problem was, the highway we were on was getting congested, and there were no rest stops or even exits for a few miles on, as we had just passed one. We weren't moving at a fast pace, and it would be a while til the next stop. I told her we could stop when we got up to a place. "I just hope its not much longer…" she said. Traffic continued to move very slowly. Alexis played with her phone and fidgeted some. She kept sighing slightly. As we continued to creep along the road, she groaned some and put her phone in lap. "Uggh I knew I shouldn't have drank that much coffee" she said. "Yeah that was quite a lot to drink" i told her. Still we continued on, as she kept fidgeting and it became more noticable that she had to go.

"God I have to peeeeee" she announced again. She pushed her thick thighs together in the seat, with her hands at the sides of them. "We're getting a little bit closer" I told her. After another 10 minutes of still slowly moving, Alexis really started to get antsy. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it" she told me. I then remembered the cup she had from her large coffee that was in the cupholder. "Well if it gets too bad there is that cup" i told her, half jokingly. She gave me a pissed off look, but then said "I just might have to…". At this point I was getting really anxious. I didn't want her to pee in my car and potentially make a mess if she missed the cup, but I couldn't believe that she was actually considering going in the cup. I knew then that she had to go super bad, for her to consider doing something private like that in a confined space close to me, someone she didn't know so well and wasn't very close to. Alexis went back to looking at her phone, and now she was really bouncing in the seat. The pace of traffic picked up a little bit, but we were stille miles from an exit. Minutes went by in silence except for the sound of her fidgeting.

"I really don't think i'm gonna make it" she said. She put her phone back down and picked up the empty cup. "Are you gonna do it?" I asked. "I might have to. I hope this cup will hold it all" she said as she inspected the cup. This was alarming, as it was a large size. I didn't consider she was going to pee so much that the cup would overflow. The backseat of the car was filled with our stuff for the weekend, so there was no where to go in the back for privacy. She would have to do it in the front seat. "I won't look, I promise" I said, even though I wanted to. She sighed loudly. "I'm just gonna hold it. It would be super embarrassing to piss in your car right next to you" she said and giggled some. She put the cup back and then put her hands on her crotch this time, holding herself. "I just hope we hurry" she said.

We started moving along at a decent rate, as the traffic started to clear up. But after another 15 minutes, Alexis cried "I can't hold it!" Luckily, the traffic was moving along at a normal pace, but we were still a few minutes from the exit. I told her we were almost to a place. She started moaning and shaking some, trying so hard to hold it. I felt bad for her. Finally I saw the exit signs. " Almost there" I said. I got off onto the exit as she started really squirming. I got up to the intersection and saw that a gas station was a mile and half down the road. But as I turned and started going down the road to it, Alexis yelled "its coming!!"

She then reached down and started unzipping her boots. Before I could even ask what she was doing she yelled for me to keep going. She ripped her boots off with her socks, then reached up, unbuckled, and pulled her leggings and thong down. I glimpsed her thick, pale thighs and large full butt in the seat as she used her feet to get her leggings off her. As I started picking up speed down the road toward the station it sunk in what was about to happen. She hurried and grabbed the cup, while breathing heavily with the effort of holding her piss in as she got up in the seat to get into a good position. She was in a squatting position, facing towards me but a little bit to the front some. . I didn't want to be rude and I said I wasn't going to watch. The last thing I saw as I turned to watch the road was her place the cup in the seat below her girl parts.

What felt like an eternity, but was probably only three or four seconds long passed. I heard some pants from Alexis, then a sudden sharp inhale. Then the next thing I remember was hearing a hissing sound, and the feeling something warm hit me. A warm liquid hit my face, arm, and leg from the right. I instinctively flinched a little and rotated my body towards the source, as it happened so fast and I couldn't even process what was happened. This just exposed my face and more of my body to what was incoming, and in the half second it took to do that, what was just a few drops turned into a full on warm spray of urine. And for a half second of me facing Alexis, I saw a sight that I know I'll never ever forget: an absolute geyser of yellow pee exploding out from between Alexis's pale thighs. The coffee cup lay in the seat below her crotch, the spraying urine missing it 100%. Her pee wasn't coming in out in stream, it was massive wide spray of hot urine blasting out of her vagina, all over. The force of this hitting my face and body made me close my eyes after just a half second of facing it. It was like being blasted with with a powerful water hose. The sheer pressure of her pee was immense. Now, keep in mind that I was going down the road at a decent speed towards the gas station when this happened. So my eyes went off the road as Alexis began to pee all over, and I then closed them after getting hit full on. I raised my right arm to block my face, and yelled while doing so. I was completely shocked and only just realized what was happening. While I did this I began to feel the car start to swerve over the lane. I also heard Alexis let out a huge moan of relief, along with a fart. Later on i would find out she wasn't even aware of what was happening in those first few seconds, as she was so overcome by the relief of finally releasing her pee.

I got my eyes open behind the shield of my hand as I heard a car honk at me. I knew I was going into the lane, so I panicked and over corrected my car, while warm urine was being forcefully sprayed all over myself and the steering wheel. The pee was splashing all over, and I felt it splashing back off of me. The smell of it filled the car, along with the rotten egg smell of her fart. The sounds of Alexis's pee splattering on everything, and it hissing as it came out of her vagina was very loud. As I overcorrected my car, both our bodies shifted as the car quickly changed direction. Since Alexis was unbuckled, her body hit up against the passenger door, and instead of facing me she was now facing towards the front of the car, in the middle and in front of me. With this shift, the pee went from spraying directly onto me to the windshield. It forcefully showered the windshield and dash, spraying back all over both of us and the front of the car. I couldn't see anything outside the windshield because of all the pee being blasted onto it, plus all of the splashback hitting me in the face. "I can't see! I can't see!" I yelled. The car went off the road, and I quickly turned again in the opposite direction. This made the car violently jolt and bounce, and Alexis fell over! She started screaming as she fell onto her back with her legs in the air! Still she pissed, and now it was fountaining out of her straight up into the air. The yellow liquid sprayed and splashed all over the roof of the car, where it rained back down all over us, especially on Alexis. She screamed even more, and powerfully farted. I slammed on the brakes as I went back off the road, and car spun, us with it. Urine sprayed wildly out of Alexis as we spun around, absolutely soaking everything. We both screamed in terror as the car finally skidded to a stop. "I can't stop" screamed Alexis, as she continued to power pee. It kept shooting out like a super soaker onto the dash and windshield. She closed her legs and went in the seat. It hissed so loud and a massive puddle formed under her. After a few more seconds, she finally stopped. It was over.

We both were breathing heavily for a few seconds, as we processed what just happened. The whole car, including us, was drenched in Alexis's pee. It ran down my face and dripped from my hair. Alexis's makeup was running down her face from the pee the splashed back and rained onto her, making it look like she was crying. Her glasses had drops of urine on them. Every surface of the car was wet, and streams ran down the windshield and windows. Pee dripped down from the rearview mirror. The car stunk from the farts she let out when peeing. "Are you ok?" i asked her. She said yeah. "I'm so sorry...I can't believe what just happened!" she said. Our clothes were soaked. "I can't believe you peed so much" I said. I drove over to the side of the road. "I had to go so bad, and it just came out so hard that i missed" she said. "Sorry it got everywhere". I told her it was ok, it was an accident. But it was a huge mess we needed to clean. We drove up to a gas station and I got some paper towels from where you can dry off the car when cleaning the windshield. Alexis put her wet leggings back on. We wiped down everything the best we could. It took a while, and a lot of the pee had soaked into the car. Our clothes and hair was wet from her urine, so we changed in the restroom to our other clothes for the trip. We smelled like dried pee after a while. I told her how crazy it was that she peed so much. I said I was impressed. She giggled and blushed. "It was alot of pee" she said. "It was like a jet coming of me". We laughed. We let the car air out some, then continued on. We swore we wouldn't tell anyone, as it was very embarrassing for Alexis. It was our little secret of the camping trip. The rest of the trip there we talked about how impressive her pee feat was, and joked about it. Later on, she gave me money to get the car cleaned. Until then, it smelled very strongly of her pee.

Well thats all for that story.

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Victoria B great story it sounds like Monica had a pretty good poop.

To: Grace first welcome to the site and great story about your huge poops I look forward to reading more of your stories thanks.

To: Brittany B great story about your desperate poop.

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

To: Anna From Austria great story about your desperate poop at the doctors office.

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

To: Abbie as always another great story.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Pressured Peeing

I've been posting here for about 4 years. My strength is crapping in public bathrooms. At my high school graduation at the Civic last week I did my usual morning crap at about 9 a.m. with butt-on-seat for only about 20 seconds, plus time for 2 or 3 wipes. When I flushed and opened the door to exit, the girl next in line looked so amazed. She quickly asked me how I did that. I quickly told her I don't stop and crap until I'm sure its ready. The less pressure I feel, the better.

But I still have a weakness. I'm confident in sitting to pee when I'm away from home, and that's often, because with all my school activities, sometimes I was at school from 7 a.m. to almost 10 p.m. The peeing wasn't bad when I went in during class time or when doing activities before or after school. The problems came and I would dam-up when I seated myself during a 4-minute passing period. Even yesterday afternoon when I was at the swimming pool. No doors, of course, because it was a locker room. My dam-up occurred before I left the locker room because all of the 6 toilets were in use and when I finally got one, I knew just sitting there and not producing was pissing off the others. One girl, about 5 years younger than me, looked directly at me, then said F### this and told her friend they could just go in the pool. After another minute, my dam-up continued and I gave up. I fake wiped and from the seat did a flush to cover up the problem. I went out to the pool, but came back in when the crowd had left.

My biggest pressured peeing dam-up came when I was 11. That was 7 years ago but I remember it pretty vividly. Our junior high band had a full bus and went to a day-long junior band competition four hours away at a college. We left at 5:30 a.m. Our first Interstate rest stop was about 7 a.m. This was at a huge trucker-type rest area. Several of the boys armed and angled their way off the bus first. Our director started to yell at them to slow down. Then he grabbed this one smart-mouthed 7th grader. He thought the boy had disrespected him. Which he had! As for the girls, there were about 10 toilets. Panels separated them, but no doors. I remembered complaining to my mom about that once when our family was traveling. She said it was because it was because of all the criminal stuff that could happen. I asked her if peeing my sweats and undees wasn't criminal; she just gave me her usual cold, icy stare.

Anyway, back to the band trip. I know some of my friends were holding craps at the rest stop. They would go when we finally got to the college. But I took a seat. My usual soft crap exited fast and I jumped down, did a couple of wipes, flushed, and the next in line took it. However, about an hour later, I think our driver needed to stop for herself. Most of us got off the bus and I knew I wanted to pee, since we had at least another hour to go. With lanes closed for highway work, I wasn't sure it wouldn't be 2 hours or longer before we arrived on campus. I moved fast around some of the others and entered the bathroom that looked just like the other one. I took the first toilet I saw. Pulled my jeans and undees down and seated myself. Others arrived. The waits started. I was still on the toilet, but couldn't get my pee stream going. I was getting frustrated and then more frustrated when one girl yelled out that she heard the 2nd honk from the bus. That meant we had two minutes to get back on. If we were late we could get a demerit. So I stood, fake-flushed and pulled my clothing up as I hurried for the exit.

During the final leg of the drive I was becoming increasingly more desperate. And it became more hurtful as the driver picked up speed because the interstate was really bumpy. I looked at a daily schedule sheet we had been given and prayed that I could hold it until we got to the college field house where the teams were going to informally practice. At some point, each team would use an athletic locker room to get into uniform and use the bathroom. We lucked out. We were the first of 20 schools to arrive and of course, I high-tailed it into the toilets. I was the first to throw myself onto the toilet. It was higher and had a circular seat like we have at home. A couple of trickles started, but our stupid student teacher ordered everyone to go to the bathroom now. The privacy partitions were only half high. I hard shouts of Come on Tlana we have to practice. I'm bursting to pee.
Do you want me to dump shit right her on the floor!

After another minute or so, I fake flushed, pulled up my clothing, and headed straight for the exit. I left the building hoping I wouldn't be caught. I remembered seeing a huge classroom building not far from where the buses parked. I ran in. There weren't too many people there.
I saw an old lady come out of a room that I guessed might be a bathroom. I ran for it. It was marked faculty, but I didn't care. I got onto the toilet in record time. My gusher started and went for almost 2 minutes. When I looked between my legs it was a dark yellow pee. I started to cry. Even though I got a demerit for leaving the group, I finally accepted that pressured peeing in not for me.


Some poopers in the news

Today, I've heard two stories about poopers.

The first one reports another case of anonymous pooper like the Colorado woman from last year. It seems that some downtown Toronto dude in his 60's was seen pooping in several front and back yards. The worst part is on the picture evidences, they always see him with a paper cup of coffee in his hand and they suggest that he easily go do his business at that coffee shop. Neighbors say he's a clean cut man, not a homeless or mentally ill person and that he brings his own tp with him.

The newspaper mentions as well that kind of anonymous poopers is not unique and the police services were aware about a least known three "serial poopers" in the recent years. They report some dude who left fast food paper cups full of poo on suburban parking meters and another one caught pants down in a condo laneway.

They also cite a French Canadian TV announcer who posted a CCTV video of a woman leaving him a smelly gift in his yard and a Kelowna woman who got showered by shit thru her car sunroof. It is reported to be blue ice fallen from a flying airplane.

The last story I heard today is about a Charlotte High School that was evacuated. Students and staff were complaining about a strong corrosive smell that was causing their eyes to tear and their throats to burn. Fire Department Hazmat squad were called on location and found nothing dangerous and the odor was caused by... a clogged toilet. It seems that the sewer gases built up behind the clog and were released after a janitor plunged the toilet.

Victoria B.

Welcome to Grace

You've found the right place!

I could relate to so much of what you wrote. It'd be hard for me to even count the number of toilets I've clogged and/or plunged in all of my 23 years! I went through a lot of the same insecurities about myself as a teen before I learned to accept that some bodies (my body) just need to poop like a horse! I love pooping, even if it requires breaking out the plunger. Mine is a custom pink model that was given to me as a joke gift from a friend whose toilet I plugged up one time too many!

I look forward to reading more of your stories!



Making it on time or having accidents?

I have read plenty of stories. My question to you is simple, how many of you can always make it to the toilet without having any accidents and if you have got accidents or you might be even totally incontinent, how do you deal with it?

I am myself totally incontinent which I personally find just as normal as when someone would have total control about their bladder or bowel. It might sometimes maybe easier not to have control, because wearing diapers has got advantances as well, as long you use good materials, change when needed and take proper care for your skin.

Sometimes I have got the idea that people with incontinence are more alert to their personal hygiene.

How many of you do actually use incontinence materials because of the comfort it gives? Please share all your experiences!


Working in a church hall

I was working one summers evening alone in a church hall, this hall was built onto the side of a hill and had a 3ft wide path between it and the wall retaining the hillside with wider spaces opposite the fire doors.
I was up on a scaffolding tower working on the main hall lighting, when I hear a female voice say to someone not to look. So I climbed down and went to a window to see a female come around the corner of the hall and into one of the fire door spaces, then with her back to me dropped her jeans and went into a low squat and peed onto the tarmac floor, then just as quickly stand back up again, pull her jeans back up and run back around the corner and away, but I did get a nice look at her bum while she peed there.
Later when I left the hall to go home were was a group of lads and females sitting on the grass drinking cans, it was one of these females I had seen.
I wonder if any of the other females peed there also.

Annie (Anny) from Taiwan

Crapping TONS

Hi everyone. Today so far has been a busy day full of exercise, going shopping at the grocery store etc. Despite drinking TONS of water (both plenty of reusable bottles of water and mugs of warm water), I've been crapping plenty. I spent 12 minutes on the toilet after lunch before my nap pooping tons of pent-up, trapped poop out of my body. How? Plenty of healthy food including fruits and vegetables, lots of water and a good amount of exercise and water every day. I even feel more wanting out! It is hot here, so lots of water is needed to stay hydrated.

That's all from me for now. Happy & safe pooping and peeing, everyone :)



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To Kamdyn - I loved your " Shit Shack" story. Some of my best poops have come after the working out , especially in school which I'll talk about shortly. I used to be so self conscious about pooping in public restroom. Now I feel super relieved when I know how good it will feel when I finish and when I can hear someone else have just as good ( or smelly or loud) poops as me! I'm more self conscious of people seeing my dirty underwear after pooping as I have previously written, but am slowly getting over it when i read this site . Kamdyn do you get annoyed or embarrassed when you get skid marks? You sounded surprised when you found a skid mark after your SS poop. That is pretty standard for me to get a skid after I poop, I feel like no matter how much I wipe. It is worse when I used public restrooms and I don't have my soft to or wet wipes. It is also probably worse when I sweat like when I work out. At the gym I only drop my panties to my knees in the stalls because I have at least a 2 x 2 skid after working out. Sometimes I get it when I haven't even pooped before or during my workout ?!?! But if I have a nice pre run poop, I'll expect a skid if I'm shearing a light colored thing. My worst skids are with my light cheaky panties ( I only have two and they were gifts). My thong s skids to but not as bad .

To Brittany B- I never feel clean after a poop in a public restroom probably because of the bad tp and sometimes I am just in a rush. Do you find a skidmark when got home to shower? Sometime when I'm not in a rush I'll wipe 20 time with extra flushes and still not feel clean. Sometime when I'm in a rush I just kind of accept it ( especially when I'm wearing dark panties ) and just give myself three wipes

to Grace. I'm about 5'9 and in high school I clogged at lot of toilets in my house and a few of my friends home ( one one boyfriend's home but that's another Story if anyone is interested) when I actually starting pooping in the middle of the day at school and in public my poops defiantly got smaller. I realized I actually poop 2-3 times a day. If I'm contipated I'll poop only once a day. Honestly I kind of am now so I'm typing his post on my phone. I stopped feeling embarrassed about pooping in public once I stopped clogging toilets and I realized girls with nicer butts than mine ( though I'm told mine is nice and "juicy" )make bid poops too. However when I started pooping more at school, college and now work, skids have become a part of life

Anyone out the have access to a bidet? Does it work well. Do you notice a difference with how clean you get?

Have a great day a poop everyone!

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