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Anxiety = Gas

Hey all! Today I had a rather anxiety-filled day, more or less. I've been burdened with schoolwork for Uni and haven't been sleeping much as a consequence. During class I could feel a stomachache coming on (I get these a lot when I'm stressed out), and throughout the day I could feel a multitude of farts coming on; those of which were suppressed and denied passage.

Of course, this only made my stomachache worse. I started to feel really bloated as a result of all the gas I was saving up. Usually, when I'm home or a place I'm comfortable at I'm usually pretty open about farting and pooping, and in public bathrooms I'm no different. But today was an off day, and I didn't have access to any bathrooms at the time, as they were either full or I was busy with class.

As my ???? discomfort built, I started slowly releasing small, warm, farts that smelled absolutely atrocious. Luckily, I don't think anyone noticed that it was me making the stink! I quickly realized that the discomfort was too much, and decided that I needed to go to the restroom, NOW. I dismissed myself from class, half sprinted-half shuffled to the nearest restroom and chose the end stall. I lowered my jeans and panties, sat on the toilet and unloaded a massive airy fart that lasted a good 10 seconds. I followed the monstrous fart with a few more shorter ones, and then followed those with some tiny wet farts. It felt beyond-amazing to let it all out. After all the farting, I dropped a few semi-soft turds that really didn't seem like much compared to my recent gassy explosion, wiped, and then I was done. The stall smelled absolutely terrible, but it was completely worth it for how content I felt afterward. I usually have that effect on toilets. That's my story for the day, see you lovelies soon!


Dear Elphaba

Thank you for a warm advice. I think I felt signal in my bottom after I awake. So not so much worry. But I tell my doctor. I tell her all things, even they are not connected with my problem of fainting. She don't worry so much, but she said, if it happen many times, tell me and I contact other doctor. It doesn't happen again until now. I am doing motions in daytime only.

By the way, when Maho open door of loo in the midnight, she didn't call me Mina, she said "Minappe". Strange name? Sometimes my friends call me that. pe is pronounce like pe in pen. and other p also pronounce. When I am on loo, friends use this name more often. I don't tell you before because I think you confuse, but recently, my friends use this name often than before. So I think better to tell you in the case I use this name by mistake in post of future. I don't know why they say Minappe when I am on loo. It is cute name. I am cute when I am on loo and many turds come out?? (I think Hisae is very cute when she is doing motions.)

I hope everyone well and have good time on loo an in everywhere.

Love from Mina


Weird dream

So I have a quick story to share about a dream I had the other night.

So the dream starts off with me in a completely white room with no doors. The room also has a big window on one side of the room and a stainless steel toilet in the middle. I am wearing grey sweat pants with a white muscle shirt and my hair is in a ponytail. At first I am really confused as to why I would be in this room and I start looking for a way out but have a hard time finding an exit. After many futile attempts at trying to locate an exit I give up and take a seat on the floor, I must have fallen asleep cause in the dream I am awoken by the sound of a bell. As I try to locate the area where the bell might be located I discover that there is a tray of food and a glass of soda located near the big window. Well At first I am hesitant to touch any of the food cause I am still not sure why I would be in this room. Hours pass and I drift to sleep again when I awake I have a deep hunger in my stomach and decide to eat the food. So i eat the food and drink the soda and continue my hunt for a way out as I know there must me a door somewhere since food was placed in the room. Its then when I fell the familiar pain In my stomach I make my way to the stainless steel toilet and pull down my sweats to my knees and sit on the toilet bowl in my usual potty posture. My muscle shirt is resting on my hips and I rest my hands on my hips. As I am sitting on the toilet it suddenly spins slowly around and I am now facing the window and to my horror there is now a room behind the window with people from my past watching me. at this point I am freaking out and I notice the pain in my stomach has gotten worse I start to wonder if there was something in the food. As I am sitting on the toilet looking back at the faces from my past I can't help but wonder why I am here, then I hear I voice over a loud speaker saying my poo will set me free. I think to myself what exactly does that mean, then again I hear the voice saying your poo will set you free. I look up at the window and notice all the people have started laughing and pointing at me, some I think are even taking pictures. Its at this moment my will to hold back my bowels fails and I let out a toilet echoing fart followed by a crackling sound and a plop. I begin peeing its while i am peeing that i realize that I have stopped focusing on the people. At this point I am calm I finish up peeing and i sit in silence. Five minutes or so pass when the silence is broken by another bowl echoing fart which is followed by three plops as more turds hit the water, I sit for another minute as the final turd crackles out of me and splashes into the bowl. I sigh in relief finally i am done, i wipe myself from the seated position and flush. As the toilet finishes flushing I realize that all the people are gone and a door appears where the window used to be. I walk threw the door and thats when I wake up.

I am still trying to figure out what the dream meant, I mean I have no anxiety letting brian watch me while I am pooping, so why would this dream make me so uncomfortable with all the people watching? I told brian about the dream and he thought it was weird but funny. Hope u all enjoyed this weird recount of the weirdest dream ever. Let me know your thoughts on the dream.


My scariest public toilet experience

My parents went out of town for a business conference that would help my dad's career. This high school girl, Maureen, moved in for three days to take care of me. I remember having had my 10th birthday party a few days before. She wanted to leave our suburban town and do some shopping downtown. That required a subway ride and three transfers to different trains. My parents rarely took the subway and if I was with them they would forbid me to use the bathrooms at the subway station. I remember a couple of times when I really had to urinate. Mom refused to take me in. She said normal people didn't use those toilets, that they were beyond filthy, and some other words I didn't know the meaning of. I remember once Dad, who was just over 6 feet tall, leaning down on the subway waiting dock and telling me that Mom was "creeped out" by them. For some reason, there was something that raised my curiosity about them.

This was the first time Maureen had babysit for me. She went to our church and I think Mom went to school with her mom. Anyway, at our first subway transfer point, Maureen said she had to take her "dump."
I knew I would have been too embarrassed at my age to say anything like that. But that word, I couldn't help but thinking, had a certain ring to it. After a couple of wrong turns--one into a room with several fire extinguishers and a steering wheel three times as large as those on a car--we finally went around a wall and into a bathroom. You could smell the stench well before entering the room. And we had to walk slower because a sink or toilet overflow needed to be mopped up. Strangely there were about five brick walls. There was a toilet between each. No privacy door. Just a silver toilet coming out of the back wall and a small, 0-shaped black seat. My tennis shoe slipped once on the wet floor and Maureen grabbed me and took me into the one of the middle toilets. I felt really awkward in there. I was somewhat scared by the crowd that gave those on the toilet no privacy. The two women on the toilets farther down from one another were yelling and cussing up a storm. I think while they sat the one lady refused to share her smoke with the other. Maureen in a soft voice told me they were probably also drinking and that I should stay with her.

Maureen gave me her purse and told me to hold it. She told me unless I got closer to her, some bad person would yank it away from me and steal it. She slowly untied her black sweats, pulled down her blue underwear, and seated herself. I couldn't believe the ease with which she adapted to the dirty and crazy conditions. More women were waiting in line and watching us. Maureen interrupted my fascination with the graffiti on both walls. Some was etched into the blocks probably with a knife and then colored in with a pen or marker. I told Maureen to look around behind her. She had already seen it and wasn't that surprised by it. It was almost a poster-size drawing of a man's penis with a couple of phone numbers and electronic addresses under it. To cut off my fascination with the drawing, she said her boyfriend had one that equaled or surpassed that one, although she admitted he didn't have any artistic ability. I halfway got what she was saying, but didn't know how to react.

Then there was another commotion outside as a couple of the ladies leaving the bathroom took issue with those in line for the toilets blocking the exit. There was some shoving by a couple of them over a possible missed train. Maureen asked me to pull a small package of Kleenex out of her purse. She used this to wipe herself with since there wasn't any evidence of toilet paper on a roll or other holder next to the toilet. Maureen explained that it is often abused and sometimes even used to light fires with so the toilet tissues have been removed.

When we finally got done at the sinks and caught our train, I started feeling a potty need coming on. When we got to our final station, Maureen took me in, but the bathroom was just as bad as the one she had used. She insisted that I use it and not wait until we got upstairs to a store with better conditions. Even though she turned her back to me and acted as a door to give me privacy, I sat and became even more frustrated as I was not able to get my pee stream going. I remember starting to cry and Maureen being less hurried and giving me more time. I was finally able to go a few minutes later when we stopped at a food court and the bathrooms were more normal. The experience taught me that cleanliness and privacy are important to me. In fact, when I told my parents about the experience they decided to never hire Maureen again to babysit me.

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Blob's recent post chimes with my experience. Thinking back I, too, was always amazed at the speed with which Elizabeth got her knickers up and her dress or skirt down after she's done her wee. It just emphasises my feeling that the only reason girls are prepared to do a wee with a boy is to see his equipment in action, but that they have no intention of letting anything that matters being seen!


Latest story

Hi everyone, will get to my latest story after some comments!
Imogen- Yes, I've managed to get away without having a full blown wetting accident since my last but one year at primary school, but as described I used to get wet patches in my knickers quite alot at school and still do sometimes…. In the story I told last time my knickers were quite wet, but because I was releasing spurts rather than a full stream I just had drops of wee running down my thighs rather than it totally cascading down my legs!! Luckily I managed to get into a cubicle and get my skirt up and knickers down just in time and before any of the drips were visible. I remember drying my knickers with loo paper and hoping no-one would see up my skirt and notice they were wet! If I'd been wearing trousers the extra time it would have taken to undo them would definitely have caused me to completely flood my knickers, so for that reason I don't think I ever wore trousers to school again- there were a few more times when I was just as desperate for a wee and being able to flip up my skirt, drop my knickers and sit on the loo literally a second after locking the door meant that I always managed to save myself the embarrasment of a full blown accident!
Katie- great you were able to post again, but sorry to hear that you sometimes struggle so much to have a poo, that must have been really embarrasing when you were out with your friends that time, although I'm glad you eventually managed to push it out when you got home. I know what you mean, the toilets at my senior school were definitely worse than the ones at primary school so even though I quite often needed to go for a poo during the school day (the urge usually comes on mid to late morning for me) I started withholding as the loos were just horrible. Of course I ended up getting really constipated too, so I have alot of experience of log poking out moments and getting dirty pants as a result. Back when I was at primary school and the loos were fairly nice I was fine about going for a poo at school and so I didn't get constipated as much. My normal routine was to wait until the start of lunch break and go to the loo then, I was usually joined by another couple of girls from my class who must have had a similar body clock to me as sometimes I got a cubicle next to them and I heard them having a poo as well, so at least it wasn't just me! Hope you can post again soon and not get too badly constipated.
Elphaba- thanks, I'm glad to know it isn't just me who finds individual loos a bit awkward, the dilemma I have is that if I put off the urge it always seems to make my constipation worse. I enjoyed both your recent stories, especially the latest one, I'm glad you were able to have a satisfying poo in the loos at uni. I know exactly what you mean, it feels really good when a log is coming out very slowly and stretching my bum a bit. Also its really great to have the attitude of "I don't care if someone hears me having a poo", after all thats what toilets are for!
Anyway, my big news is that my friend Lucy has just come to live with me, she's got a job just round the corner from where I'm working but her parents have just moved quite a long distance away, so she was having a massive journey to get to work. Basically I'm pretty much on my own in the house now my sisters at uni and my mum and dad both work away alot, so I asked them if it was OK to see if Lucy wanted to move in and luckily they said yes- and so did Lucy!! Hopefully that will mean we can save up some money and be able to rent somewhere eventually, as I don't want to live in my parents house for ever! I must admit I still haven't told Lucy I post here, I have obviously shared some pretty personal details about her and while I think she would be OK with that (I haven't used our real names or said anything specific that could identify us) I still haven't quite plucked up the courage, although I plan to do so soon especially with our new living arrangements.
So, Friday night came and we both decided to go out for a drink to celebrate, we were walking back home at about half eleven when I noticed Lucy had a worried look on her face, unlike me she didn't use the loo at the pub just before we left so I guessed she was getting desperate to have a wee, and literally just after I'd thought that she suddenly said, "I'm dying for a wee Abs, I'm not sure if I can make it home!" Luckily just then we walked past an alleyway, it looked completely deserted so I said, "Lets go down there!" Lucy hesitated, she said, "I might be able to make it, I really don't want to go for a wee outside if I can help it!" We walked on for another minute or so and then Lucy said, "I'm really sorry Abbie I'm gonna have to go back to that alley, I'm literally just about to wee myself!"
"No worries, actually I guess I could do with going again," I replied, and we turned round and made our way back, as we turned up the alleyway I noticed Lucy was holding herself through her dress so I could tell she was really bursting! Just then an even more worried look flashed across her face, she said, "Somes just come out in my knickers, I seriously have to go NOW!!" Just ahead I suddenly saw a row of wheelie bins, Lucy hurried behind them and quickly lifted her dress and dropped her black tights and lilac knickers and then squatted, as I went round the other side of the bins to join her all I could hear was a strong wee stream fizzing down onto the tarmac and Lucy moaning and groaning with relief. I lifted my dress, pulled down my black tights and pink knickers and got into a squat as well, and a steady stream started to flow, I actually needed it more than I thought as I nearly weed for as long as Lucy. As I pulled up my knickers and tights Lucys stream was slowing down, it stopped about 10 seconds later and she pulled up her clothes too, as she let down her skirt she pulled a face and said, "My knickers are all wet, it feels really gross!" and I said, "Well, we're only about 10 minutes from home, you can change them then!" As we walked out of the alleyway and back onto the main road Lucy said, "I definitely couldn't have made it back without having an accident!" and I nodded and smiled. When we got back to the house we went straight up to bed, my room is massive and so Lucy is sleeping in with me on the sofa bed, that way my sisters and mums and dads room are still available for them when they're back. We started to get undressed ready for bed, we both took our dresses and tights off so we were just in our bras and knickers, as Lucy took off her knickers I could see a massive wet patch in them. I could feel that mine were a bit damp as well so I said, "I think I need to change my knickers too, they got a bit wet as well earlier." I took them off and went over to my underwear drawer and took out some clean ones, they were yellow with pink and blue flowers. I quickly put them on and then took off my bra and put on my nightie, as Lucy was pulling her nightie over her head I noticed she had put some white knickers on. We brushed our teeth and went to bed, and fell asleep more or less straight away.
The next morning we woke up at about 10, I felt like my bladder was just about to burst so I went straight to my ensuite, dropped my knickers, sat on the loo and started to have a massive gushing wee!! As I was weeing Lucy came in and stood there squirming and jiggling about, she said, "Great, I'm absolutely bursting and hearing you weeing like a horse is making it even worse!" I poked my tongue out at her and said, "I can't help it, I was just about to wet the bed!!" As my stream died away Lucy turned her back to me, she lifted her nightie and pulled her knickers down and then started walking backwards towards the loo, all I could see was her bare bum moving towards me! She said, "Seriously Abbie, you have like 2 seconds to get off the loo before I literally wee all over you!" Luckily just then I was done so I stood up and moved to the side just in time for Lucy to sit down and start moaning again as her bladder started to empty, it sounded pretty powerful. "Guess I'm not the only one who wees like a horse!" I said, and this time it was Lucys turn to stick her tongue out at me. When Lucy was done she wiped her front and pulled her knickers back up, we then washed our hands and went back into the bedroom. It was a real pigsty in there, neither Lucy or I are tidy and there were several days worth of dirty clothes on the floor. "Would you mind putting the dirty clothes in the washing hamper while I go downstairs and make some toast?" I asked Lucy.
"OK…." Lucy replied, "But I'm not touching your dirty knickers though!"
I went over to my desk, took a ruler and handed it to Lucy. "You can pick them up with this, then!" I said, and Lucy rolled her eyes at me. As I turned to go out of the room Lucy said, "Abbie, your knickers are showing through your nightie!" and I said, "Well, its not like there's anyone else in, I'm sure you can cope with seeing them, you've seen me naked plenty of times!"
"Yeah, but just in case someone rings the doorbell I thought I should tell you!" Lucy replied. I said, "Well if that happens you can answer the door then!" I went down to the kitchen, put some toast on and when it was done I took it back upstairs. The bedroom looked much tidier, I said "Thanks for tidying up!" and Lucy said, "Actually it looked worse than it was, it didn't take long!"
After we'd eaten Lucy put her hand on her belly, she said, "I need to have a poo now, come on!" and we went back into my ensuite, I sat on the floor as Lucy went over to the loo, lifted her nightie, dropped her knickers and sat on the loo. I could see her belly tensing and I knew she was starting to push, she strained and grunted for a few minutes and then said, "Sorry about this, I thought my constipation was getting better but obviously not!" She started to push harder and make louder grunts, I hoped she wouldn't have to strain too hard. "Its really fat and it comes out a bit but when I stop pushing it goes back up my bum," she panted.
"If it makes you feel any better I had exactly the same problem last time I went for a poo, I keep having massive fat poos that are like almost impossible to push out!" I said. Lucy was pushing so hard she could only nod, she was going red and her grunts kept getting louder. "Actually I should try to go when your done, I don't think I've had a poo for about three days so I really should see if I can have one!" Lucy paused, she said, "Right, at least its not getting sucked up my bum any more, thank God!" She started to bear down again, after another few minutes I said, "Is it coming out?" Again, Lucy nodded as she was still having to push really hard, shortly after I heard a splash and she moaned with relief. "I'm still not done yet though," she panted as she bore down again, luckily her second log was a bit easier to pass and didn't need quite so much pushing. "Right, I'm done," she said, as she took some toilet paper and started to wipe her bottom. Once she was done wiping she pulled up her knickers and flushed the toilet.
"My turn now!" I said as I lifted my nightie and lowered my knickers to my thighs. I sat on the warm seat and did a dribble of wee, and then started to push. After a few minutes I could feel a hard mass moving down inside me and the tip of a huge log started to poke out. "Its coming but its another massive fat one!" I said to Lucy as I paused between pushes. Typically as soon as I stopped I felt the log going back up my bum, I sighed and said, "Great, its going back up my bum again as usual, its really annoying!" I took a deep breath, the only way to manage when I get that problem is to push as hard as I can for as long as I can and leave the smallest possible gap in between pushes, the only trouble is I end up doing really embarrasing grunts, but at least Lucy had had to do the same, I guess! After a few minutes of pushing as though my life depended on it I managed to get the fattest part through and a few pushes later it splooshed down into the bowl, I moaned with relief and said, "Thank God I managed to get it out, I thought it was going to be stuck up there for ever!" and Lucy giggled. I could feel another log moving out, I was hoping it was going to be easier but it felt about the same size as the first one. I started to strain again and said, "Sorry about this, I thought the second one might be easier but its just as fat as the last one so I'm gonna have to push really hard again!" Sure enough after another few minutes of pushing and straining I finally managed to pass the next log, and luckily felt empty. I wiped my bottom, it was sore and there was some blood on the paper. I flushed, pulled up my knickers and we went back into the bedroom to get dressed. I'll post again soon, bye for now!!


Wrong Bathroom

I was shopping a few days ago in a ladies clothing store. I had to pee, so I went into the first bathroom I saw. I didn't think there would be a men's bathroom in a ladies store. I was wrong. Men shop for their wives and girlfriends. Anyway, there was no one in the bathroom and no urinals visible. There were also no doors on the stalls, which I thought strange for a ladies bathroom. I went into a stall, pulled down my pants and and pantie, and sat down on a toilet seat, and started to pee. Suddenly, a man came in, seemed shocked, and stared at me peeing. I didn't like this attention and told him to get out of the ladies bathroom. He told me to get out of the men's bathroom. I told him he was nuts..there were no urinals in there. He told me there were..on the other side of a wall. All this time I was peeing heavily and he was watching. Another man came in, looked perplexed, and verified that there were urinals on the other side of the wall. It suddenly dawned on me that I was wrong and the men were right. If this were my office building, it would make no difference. I finished peeing, put my clothes on, and apologized. They accepted that and I left. I identified the ladies bathroom for next time.


My first horseback riding experience

I was 12 when this happened. Our junior high had an all-school carnival this time of the year to help raise money. I was in 7th grade. They had about 10 horses available from a stable that donated them and my friend Sue was hassling me to take a ride with her. We had just had a double lunch (hot dogs, great potato salad, baked beans and soda) and Sue kept badgering me to get into line with her. Like there were 20 people in front of us. Standing in line, I was feeling a lot of gas building. It had been perhaps 2 days since I crapped and I told Sue I needed to go into the school to crap. She showed me there was no line for the portables that were set up, but I reminded her that because of my much smaller size (I was like 3'6" then) that I didn't feel good about being able to produce on a much larger toilet like the portables often have.

I went into the building and the toilets next to the gym were open. They were bad. The top windows were open. Most every fly in the state was in there. All 5 toilets had pee on the seats, but I took the one that didn't have the poo of 2 or 3 others jamming the bowl. I pulled myself up on the seat, only after noting that the privacy door was busted and the latch had been busted off. I had only been seated for 2 or 3 minutes when my log slid out. Not wanting to keep Sue waiting for me, I grabbed under the metal toilet paper container. Nothing. Not hearing anyone else in the room. I kept my clothing at floor level and kind of small stepped without tripping across to the sinks. The towel holders there had the 2-fold brown papers. I grabbed 4 and quickly made my way back to my toilet. I partially closed the door. There were at least 4 flies on the seat (I never had realized my poo was so attractive). I shooed them and quickly dropped myself to the seat. The sheets I used were hard on my skin, but they did the job. I should have washed my hands, but to get back to Sue, I ran outside. Luckily there were only 2 others ahead of us.

Finally a high school girl working there whistled for the guy running it to bring our horses over. We asked if we could ride one together, but since Sue is larger and a bit overweight, the girl said no. Sue had ridden before and easily got onto the mount. As for me, the girl had to pick me up and put me on. Having to spread my legs so wide made me feel uneasy. Then after the horse started to walk, the repetitive bouncing made me feel the need to wee. As the walk started to pick up, I was worried that my need to wee was getting too urgent. The ride lasted about 10 minutes and pretty much went around the number of blocks of our school's land. I told Sue I was about to wee at any time. She encouraged me to hold it. At about the halfway point, there was a portable toilet. I got as close as I could to it. Sue jumped down from her horse to hold mine. As I was making the jump down I could feel some pee going into my undies.

I yanked open the door. Didn't even bother to latch it. Yanked my clothing down and I even splashed onto the seat before my butt hit it.
While the strong pour was coming out of me, my buns found the warm, almost hot seat, quite comfortable. Luckily there was enough light from outside that I could see about a 2 inch waterlog in the bottom of my underwear. Luckily my black jeans wouldn't show any problem. When I came out, Sue told me to hold the horses and she took my place on the toilet. She had what she said was a monster crap. She also peed some. Before we got back on our horses to finish the ride, we noticed that both of them had dumped onto the street as they waited for us.

Sue made a good observation. Horseback riding can activate bodily functions.

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Bianca great story.

To: Kimberly great story about your poop outside I bet it felt refreshing.

To: Jennie great collection of accident stories.

To: Ian yep and there have many great posters over the years and still are today and more to come in the future and great story it sounds like your sister had a good poop.

To: Joy first welcome to the site and great accident story and please share anymore you may have thanks.

To: Mina great story about your late night poop sounds it was just time to go and your body knew it so it woke you up so you could do it.

To: Simee great story.

To: Katie another great story.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site

Uncle Harry

Peeing on the Road

Some years ago, I was driving with a woman, Brenda, who I had worked with a few times locally for a few hours. I didn't know her very well. She was younger than me and on this trip I was her superior. We were driving on the interstate, but took a country road shortcut to get us to another interstate. We had been talking, but she had grown silent. "Harry, you aren't going to like this, but I have got to urinate. If we don't stop soon, I'm going to wet my pants. I should have peed before we left". I said that I needed to pee too and that I would pull over and we could pee on the grass. Just as I said that and was braking, there appeared on the right something that looked like a wide outhouse. We pulled over and parked. We went in the opening that had no door on it. In it there were two hole-type toilets with fixed seats. They were at 90 degrees to each other and fairly close. I was going to ask Brenda if one of us should wait outside while the other peed,but she already had her slacks and underpants down to her ankles and squatting over the left seat, legs apart. Suddenly, her vagina opened up and a torrent of urine poured out. Oh, well. I went to the center toilet, got out my penis and peed into it. "Don't look, Harry. I'm making wee-wee", she said, with a smile. "Don't look, Brenda, I'm making pee-pee", I said in return, with a smile. We both laughed. I didn't pee very much and I finished first. Brenda was still urinating. If we hadn't found this place, she probably would have wet her pants. She probably peed out a total of about 1 minute 15 seconds before she finally stopped. She put out a few more squirts and then stopped. We now noticed that there was no toilet paper. I had nothing nor did she. I did have a box of tissues in the car, so I went out and got it. She took a few, wiped her pussy, pulled up her panties and slacks, and we were on our way.


New story

Hey guys it's Ellie. I've been busy so I haven't had much time to post but I do have a new story for you guys. I'm not sure if my last story got posted but it was basically just about me having my first sort of "on purpose" accident in a few years. Well, my roommate Bridget ended up seeing my stained pants. She was really nice about it and told me about when she had an accident that was her own fault. She said it was our freshman year and she was still getting used to college. She had already been to class but she had another biology lab later that day. She put off going to the bathroom all day because the bathrooms in the building she was studying in were nasty. Now she says that she wishes she had just gone in them. Anyway, she planned on using the biology buildings toilets but the bathrooms on the first floor were closed and her lab was going to start so she just went to the lab. She told me that she almost lost it during the experiment part of the lab a few times and that her stomach was hurting so bad she wanted to cry. After she finished the experiment she had to do a write-up about what she had done. She was very worried about having an accident by time she was done. She said that as she turned in the report she just couldn't keep it in anymore. As she walked back to her desk she completely pooped herself. Nobody seemed to notice her but they did notice the smell. She wrapped her sweatshirt around her waist and then finished going in her pants. Instead of taking the bus she walked a mile to get to our apartment and I wasn't there yet. She said that she was so glad she had a sweatshirt because her jean shorts completely showed what she had done. Like the entire back was brown and wet. Bridget then told me that I ended up getting home about 20 minutes after she cleaned up and she was very greatful that I didn't see her. I asked her why she didn't go in the morning and she admitted that since she liked holding it for a long time, she hadn't gone for a few days. We laughed about it for a while and then I told her what happened to me. Anyway, this weekend Bridget is going to be gone and her story sort of gave me inspiration to see how long I can hold it. I'll probably post a story about that next week after it happens.


Steve A's survey

1. Were you ever embarrassed to ask your teacher to use the restroom during class if you had to go poop? What about the awkward walk-back into the room?

I never ever once asked during class, the absolute closest to that would be the few times at school where i snuck off to a quiet, leas used bathroom when i was absolutely desperate, but ideally i would never go #2 at school. I did have a college lecturer once tap on the cubicle next to me and ask if i was okay because i was uh.. "struggling" and had to awkwardly tell them i was fine, just a bit backed up.

2. How comfortable are you with farting, burping, or even pooping around certain people? Family, friends, and/or strangers?

I will absolutely never do that around anyone i know, or strangers. Only exceptions are when im forced to go in public and i'm already on the toilet, if they are too they can't say anything to make fun (though i still try to be quiet as possible.)

3. During a road trip, would you pee/poop in the car or on the side of the road if you were desperate and far away from a rest stop?

I would go in my pants before i did that tbh

4. Would you bring toilet paper with you if plan on traveling somewhere far away from any buildings/restrooms?

I wouldn't, the few times i've been camping and stuff we had facilities, even if they were not very private.. embarrassing memories of camp. The only one time so far that i did have to go outside, i thankfully had tissues.

5. Would you ever buy a porta potty for outside use only?

I guess if only i used it and it was a neccessity. Don't like portable toilets in general though, they always stink and the seats are uncomfortable.. i dont like sitting so close above other peoples' waste. Ugh.


Big relieving accident

I wanted to tell you guys about an accident I once had. It is a very embarrassing story and I have never told anyone, but it seems like this would be the perfect place to tell it. When I had just graduated college and started working, I met a guy at work who I really liked. We went out on dates together after work and on the weekends. One weekend, the guy I was dating asked if I would spend the weekend at his house. I was really looking forward to spending a lot of time with him, and I had packed my bags on Friday morning. He picked me up at my house on Friday morning, and after work he took me right back to his house for the weekend. We had a really great time. The only problem was that I am extremely poop shy. I only like to go at my own house when no one else is around. I don't like other people hearing my poop come out, hearing the sounds I make, or smelling my poop. I will do everything I can to hold it in until I get home. And by Sunday, I realized that the last time I had pooped was on Friday morning at my house. I had eaten a lot of heavy, starchy foods at his house, and I knew that I would have a huge solid load waiting to come out by the time I got home. On Sunday after lunch, it was becoming harder to hold it all back, there was so much poop. I was sitting down as much as possible. I was hiding the desperate look on my face. I was starting to count down the hours till it was time to leave. In the car, I was very desperate to get to a toilet. My stomach was hard as a rock holding all of this poop in. As we got closer to my house, I could feel the tip of the poop starting to come out. When he dropped me off, he offered to walk me in, and I insisted I was OK to let myself in. He kissed me good bye, and I got out. I think the act of standing up, plus carrying an overnight bag, really put pressure on my stomach and I felt the log starting to inch it's way out of my hole. I made my way to the door, as the log inched out slowly. I put the key in the door and turned around to wave good bye and blow him a kiss, trying to look casual, as I was pooping myself the whole time. I scurried inside, slammed and locked the door, and knew there was no time to get to a toilet, as this huge, hard log was already half way out of my body and in my pants. So instead, I held the door knob and squatted down like I was sitting on a toilet, to give myself free reign to let everything go. My stomach involuntarily pushed, and I grunted and groaned as I pushed and felt the relief of this huge log barreling out of my ass. The log made loud crackling noises as it quickly made it's way out of my wide open hole. Luckily, I had loose shorts on, because as soon as that log was out, another started. I didn't even have time to stand up or to get to a toilet. I began moaning and groaning again as the second huge log made it's way out of my stomach. The crackling noise was so loud and the smell was so strong, but I could not stop. There was so much coming out and the relief was too good to even try to stop it. My shorts were getting heavier but as the second log broke off, the third one came without a break and I stayed frozen in my squatting position, helpless to do anything else but to relieve myself of all of this poop. The third log crackled and made its way in to my underwear, taking up whatever room was left in my shorts. I made a huge sigh of relief, as a weekend's worth of poop was finally out of my body. Luckily, that was the last log. The weight the poop made my shorts sag, and I slowly stood up and started to waddle to the bathroom. Clean up was not too bad, the poop was so hard and solid that I was able to pull the underwear off and dump the whole thing in the toilet. I threw the rest of my clothes in the washer and started it, and jumped in the shower, feeling several pounds lighter!

Joy: Your story reminds me that there's two kinds of people - those who've pooped their pants and those who are lying. Your husband's response was cool though.

Dayna: That's cool. I hope to share more but wanted to say hello! Glad you are coming back to the forum!

Tyler: That was my response that did not have a name, pointing you to page 2642.

- Becc

Victoria B.

Cook, interrupted


I was in the kitchen working on the stove. Fred was watching from his perch atop the microwave as I was putting the finishing touches on my homemade arrabbiata sauce. It was just about time to add the diced tomatoes and herbs to the mixture of olive oil, garlic, and sautéed onions I'd put together when I realized that it was time for something else. I fought off the need as I added basil, parsley, and crushed red peppers to the skillet. It was turning into a photo finish, but I wasn't going to let my need to poop ruin a good batch of arrabbiata sauce.

Finally, everything was simmering and I was safe to relocate to the bathroom. Fred followed me in and climbed up onto the window sill as I got undressed. I took my black jeans and navy blue thong down to my ankles and sat on the awaiting seat. I sighed and closed my eyes to clear my head of the day's clutter, imagining my problems being sucked down the drain along with everything else. I gave a slight push once I'd settled in and it was all that was needed as a huge log started opening me and gradually sliding out. It felt thick and about average in terms of hardness. I sat there with my eyes closed, continuing to let it find the way to daylight. It was halfway underwater when it finally broke off and made a nice thud once all of it hit the porcelain.

I felt soothed and rejuvenated from a stressful day and stayed seated for about another minute to savor the feeling. I looked into the bowl upon getting up and saw a nine inch turd of about an inch in diameter. Not too shabby! I sat back down and began the process of cleaning up. It didn't take much; one handful of paper each was enough for both front and back. I flushed before getting up and it sounded like my second close call of the day. Everything thankfully went down though! I got dressed, washed my hands, and brought Fred back to the kitchen with me to be greeted by the smell of my arrabbiata sauce. I threw it on some penne and made a salad to go with it for what turned out to be a great dinner!


Library poop

Hey guys! Sorry it's been a while since my last post, College is just super busy!! As the weeks have gone by I've gotten into a routine of when I use the bathroom and know exactly when are the best times to go. Right when a class starts is probably the best time to avoid long lines and midday seem like the best time to go number 2.
So a couple nights ago I was in the military working on a paper for a class of mine. It was about 8 pm about an hour after I had began to work. I was typing at my laptop and felt my stomach rumble and pressure at my butt. I decided to keep working as long as I could and kept on needing to fart but I didn't wanna attract attention or cause a smell. I hadn't pooped all day and realized I actually hadn't gone since yesterday morning before my first class. I got up and made my way to the nearest bathroom down the hall. As I walked up another girl was in front of me also going in. She had on jeans with these old black and white vans shoes, had brown hair, and was fairly normal sized. As we walked in there were 5 stalls in total on the left side of the wall. 2 stalls were taken out of the 5. The one closest to the door and the big handicapped stall were both in use. The one closest was wiping when I walked in and I could probably guess that the girl in the big stall was pooping. The stalls were colored blue with the toilet having white seats and were in pretty good condition. The brown haired girl and I took the two middle stalls right next to each other. I immediately sat down and started peeing while I heard my neighbor pull of toilet paper and line the seat. As I finished peeing I began to push out a huge log with a lot of crackling. As it dropped I let out a semi loud fart with loud plop and gave off a really bad smell. As I was pushing out my second log the person in the handicapped stall wiped and left without washing her hands and my neighbor had just finished her pee and was silent. I then heard little grunts as she was working really hard to push her poop out. After about a minute 3 plops came out and she quietly moaned with relief. I could feel more to push out but I kept on having these airy farts that were not really loud but you could definitely hear them. I heard the door open and saw sandals go into the stall on my right. She quickly got onto the toilet and pulled down her yoga pants to knee level and began peeing really strong. I let out a succession of about 4 chunky plops with a fart that pushed it all out. I was really pooping hard. The girl in the yoga pants began to poop and let out a succession of plops one after another while the girl on my left was starting to wipe. She took about 6 wipes and then went to the sinks. This left me and the other girl both pooping. I didn't feel quite done and began to push hard. I would grant as silently as I could and it made my feet curl up to the center off the ground. I'm sure the girl next to me saw my white converse go up off the ground. I pushed and this humongous log made it was out and it felt so relieving. I felt done at this point and so did my neighbor. I pulled off toilet paper and it took about 4 wads with at least 6 wipes to get my butt clean. I flushed and thankfully it all went down. The girl next to me came out of her stall a little after me and she was very tall with blonde hair wearing a white tee shirt and yoga pants with flip flops. I saw her earlier in the library as I was working. We exchanged glances and smiled at each other. Feeling so much better I was able to complete my paper and not have to go anymore that night. Thanks for reading hope you guys enjoyed and I really appreciate all the nice comments! Bye!

Steve A

To Anonymous User

First off, Welcome to the site.

I've been on this site for about 5 years now, so I've been posting my stories and experiences ever since high school. Now I'm in college and I'm still posting ever since.

I once was in your situation, found this site by an accident. Stories from both men and women. Stories, in general, that made me intrigued to stay on this site for as long as possible.

IMO, I'm glad that our community talks about this type of stuff. Most people don't talk about this type of stuff out in public, so this site helps us out in the long run.

Victoria B.

Lucky Roommate


One of my roommates is in Seattle for a conference. She went to a sushi place her first night there and had to use to bathroom. Upon walking into a stall, she was greeted by none other than a Toto Washlet complete with bidet and heated seat! She sent me a picture of it right away and later a text saying "5/5 bathroom experience!" Lucky her!



reply to Katie

To Katie: I really liked your constipation story. It's really nice that your mother is willing to help you when you can't get your poop out. I've found myself sitting wrong-way-round on the toilet screaming while my mom massaged my stomach many, many times. If you have any more constipation stories, I'd love to read them!


After the experience I described in my last post, Elizabeth and I developed the habit of using the toilet behind the Parish Hall - a wooden lean-to structure of the kind Lem Putt used to build. There was never anyone around, and we could get there without being seen from the road by going down an overgrown path behind some houses and climbing over a broken-down bit of a wooden fence. She was, of course, able to see everything as I did my wee whilst I could only catch a glimpse of her knickers, but I always found the sound of her long forceful squirt exciting as it bubbled noisily into the toilet.
Then, one Saturday, we were on our way back from getting our weekly sweet rations at the local sweet shop. On the way home, Elizabeth suggested we divert via the Parish Hall toilet saying she badly needed to 'go'. But when we got there, to my astonishment she wouldn't let me come in with her. When I asked why, she replied that she wanted to be private. I guessed that she probably wanted to poop so I argued, hoping to be able to watch, but she just said 'I'm desperate. Just wait there!', and went in, closing and bolting the door.
It was only a thin, plank door with cut-out vents at the top. I thought I might be able to hear her, so I tiptoed to the door and listened. I heard the seat creak, then a short wee, and after a pause, I began to hear grunts of effort. It was obviously a hard one. Then I heard a 'Sploosh' and a loud exhalation of breath. I heard the roll of paper turning, then, to my disappointment, the clank of the old iron cistern and a flush of water. I was sad about that - I'd hoped she'd let me see what she'd done.
She came out, looking a bit red in the face. 'I want to go now,' I said, hoping the flush hadn't removed her poop and that I'd be able to see what she'd done. But the loo was clear. She got something, though - the excitement of hearing her straining had given me an erection and her 'Ooh, it's big today' as I did my wee made it clear to me that she'd had a new experience as well.
Our 'buddy-wees' didn't last much longer. Sadly her family moved to another part of the country and I never saw her again. But she'd given me some exciting memories!


Quick Responses

Joy: Thank you for sharing your story! I will be 37 this Sunday and I have had my share of accidents - 4 solid ones, similar to the one you described. I had my first child in August, and during the pregnancy, I had three not-so-solid ones. My husband and I have not been married long, but he is very empathetic. He says that he feels a closeness, because that is a part of life we can only share.

I agree, writing about it is cathartic and helps to get relieve the humiliation or the weirdness of the incident.

As for going at church, I have a funny story from three years ago that I posted. It's on page 2414. Maybe it's a good thing you didn't go at church!

Victoria B: We love our bathroom. Our home is very modern. I developed a taste for modern décor when I lived in my condo in the city. While our home is not very large, we splurged on the amenities. When you walk in the bathroom you pass a double vanity on the right. It has stone tile that can heat up in the winter time. We have a large shower with two shower heads that rain. Behind the shower facing the opposite wall is our high-tech toilet. It is not visible from the door going in, but if you are in the bathroom, you can see. Beyond the vanity on the right is our jacuzi tub. I am not good at providing visual pictures. We chose gray for the color of the walls, but that can be changed as styles update. We love it! In fact, I had a really good poop there this morning!

I hope you are well!





Thank you for answering my questions..i look forward to more of your stories!

Friday, October 20, 2017

Okay about a month ago me and my friend maisy took our boyfriends on a double date to the mall, where we would go shopping and then watch a movie. Maisys about 5 ft 5 with dark brown hair and a rather chunky build but in no way fat while I am slightly shorter but with the same build. It had been a good day and I'd bought some really nice shoes and we'd been to quite a few shops but once we'd been there about 3 hours maisy said she needed to go the ladies. I said I'd accompany her and we wouldn't be long and so we left our boyfriends on a bench outside the toilets. Maisy hurried into the ladies we me following her. Looking around I could see one woman by the sinks doing her makeup in the mirror and two out of the four stalls were occupied. As soon as we entered the ladies maisy let out a series of big farts. Really foul wet ones. "Ahhh" she sighed as she informed me she'd been holding that in for a while. This wasn't the first time maisy had done this, often rather than risk farting in front of her boyfriend she would dash off to the ladies room. "All out your system" I laughed just before she let out another couple of farts. "Err I think I have to go" she replied a little nervous at the thought of taking too long and arousing her boyfriends suspions as to what she might be doing. "Don't worry just go and we can always say there was a queue" I said in reply. The stalls were in pretty bad condition with a lock missing on one of them as well as them looking rather dirty. However there was no other toilets on this floor and neither of us was too bothered. "I might as well try to go as well the" I said "give you some company" . As I opened the door a noticed the side of the stall was missing. I showed maisy and we decided to take the two toilets then rather than risk having someone else sit next to me. We both locked the doors the maisy pulled down her jeans and positioned her bottom on the seat. She has really big thighs which she spread as she says it's more comfortable. I sat down but with my jeans still on, not feeling much of an urge to go. I glanced down between her legs to get a view of her womanly area which to put politely was very overgrown with a mass of dark curly hairs covering it. She sat still straining a little releasing a number of farts before she started to poo. I didn't get a glimpse of it but it smelled really bad. And I noticed she took many attempts to wipe it with the paper having a lot of skid mark on it. "You got any wet wipes" she requested "I think I've got some on my cheeks". I handed her some and she continued to wipe. I now pulled down my jeans and started to pee as I was doing so I caught her having a glance at my intimate region which was also had a thick bush over it. I changed my pad as I was having quite a heavy flow and to my dismay it had leaked a bit and stained my panties, before wiping my lady garden and pulling up my pants. We went out to join our boyfriends who questioned the amount of time we'd been with a rather smug smile, as I think they were into what we were doing. Before we went over to the cinema. Here's the uncomfortable part, about an hour into the movie I got the urge to go the bathroom. And whilst trying to hold it in I let out a rather loud and to my embarrassment smelly fart. What's more embarrassing is that it came during a silent part of the movie and there was no doubt my boyfriend and maisys could hear and smell it. About half an hour before the end I let out another one again by accident which prompted my boyfriend to say "you alright love, didn't you go enough before". I was so embarrassed.


Funny places me and my girlfriend have

During the summer holidays from our secondary schools a gang of 3 girls and 5 boys, used to hang out in a den we had built in a hollow on the side of a hill. The hollow was hidden by thick bushes on all sides with a small gape on the higher side to get down and into it.
We had pushed an old waste pipe out through the lower side bushes, for the lads to pee into, and a gallon paint can as a piss pot for the females.
My girlfriend never used the piss can but she did watch all us lads peeing into the pipe, I never saw any of the other girls use the piss can but one day when me and my girlfriend turned up, I was told to look into the can only to see it was about 1/4 full, I was told I had just misted the two girls peeing into it.
The only time my girlfriend had peed in the den was at the end of the holiday and she just dropped her jeans and knickers and with her back to me squatted low to the ground and peed, and quickly stand back up with her knickers and jeans back into place. So I did not even see her bum.

After a few years our gang was down to just my girlfriend and just 3 of us lads, and when we went to our den one summer it was all dug out and roads were being built, so the 4 of use just went and had a game of hide and seek. Me and my girlfriend went off to hide, we both climbed down into a new drainage inspection chamber. it was able 6ft round and about 8ft deep with a channel running through the middle.
After a time we still had not been found and we both needed a pee so I knelt and peed into the channel and watched it run out of the chamber at the lower end. My girlfriend was next she dropped her jeans and knickers and squatted over the channel with her back to me, I could only see her pee running along and out of the clamber, as soon as she was done up came her knickers and jeans. She said that we must move out of this chamber as she did not want the others to find us there with the piss marks in the channel, so we moved and got found soon after in our new hiding place.

As the summer holiday went on homes started to be built and so we started to hide in them. While me and my girlfriend were climbing around the brick work I stood inside one of the homes fireplaces and had a pee. Later we were higher up on a building when my girlfriend needed a pee and wanted to climb down and find somewhere. I saw that on one of the homes the chimney stack was still below roof level and that you could easy sit on it, so I got her to pee down it. Facing me she stood with her back to the chimney pot lowered her jeans and knickers and sat on it and peed, soon she was done she was standing back up with her knickers and jeans back in place, ( I still did not see any of her bits, and do not know how she is so quick that in one move she can stand and have her knickers and jeans up, and I have been with her both indoors using a toilet and out doors peeing in the open.)
Later we were telling the other two lads about her peeing and they went back with use both to see the chimney pot, and they both did something that was stinky down it with her watching.

That was the last summer holiday we were all together as the following year I had a full time job, and the other 2 lads and my girlfriend had all gone away to university. (I was the only one of us to have a job (for over 37 years) as the others even with university papers they could not get work )

Mina: Did you wake up and then feel the need to do a poo or did you wake up because of the need to do a poo. I ask because if it's the latter that's not normal and as a student nurse I would highly recommend going to see your doctor about this. It might be nothing but better to be safe than sorry.

I was at uni today eating my lunch and as I was doing so I started to feel like I needed to poo. After I felt a massive stomach cramp that lasted for a good ten seconds I decided I would pack up my stuff and head to the bathroom. After entering it I went across into one of the empty cubicles and locked the door. After hanging my bag on the hook I undid my burgundy coloured jeans and pulled them down to my thighs, as I did with my grey panties, before I sat down onto the black seat. I had a quick pee before my bumhole started to open and the first log began to slowly slide out. And when I say slowly it was really slow. Not that I minded this as the feeling of the log sliding down my rectum and just hanging out of my ass was a pleasant sensation. After around a minute the log exited and splashed into the bowl. Thirty seconds later another log started to make its way out of me and like the first it took its time doing so until it too plopped into the water below. Just then someone entered the cubicle beside me and I heard her having a pee as I pushed out a smaller piece of poo. As she flushed I felt a sharp discomfort in my stomach. Obviously I wasn't done so I stayed sitting on the loo waiting for more poo to move into place but the pain was still there five minutes later. So I thought I would try and speed it along and started to push. At this point someone took a cubicle opposite the row I was in. Twice I farted softly and then stopped pushing to give myself a break. A minute later I pushed again and this time the fart was pretty noisy and wet. For a second I was worried that it was loud enough for the girl to have had heard but I then dismissed the thought and said to myself 'who cares if she knows you're having a poo'. Even though I hadn't produced any more turds, farting had relived the discomfort so I stood up and began to wipe. As I was doing so I heard the other girl flushing the toilet, unlock the cubicle door and wash her hands. After dropping the paper into the bowl and flushing my own toilet I pulled up my panties and jeans before doing the buttons on the latter. Grabbing my bag and throwing it over my shoulder I unlocked the door and made my way to the sinks to wash my hands. After drying them I left the bathroom and headed towards the library to get some books for the new module we're doing.


Weird Day

First off, it was a great day concernning poop! It was one of those days where I go multiple times, and it otherwise felt nice, too. However, my booty got irritated from all the wiping. The weird part of my day happened while eating sour skittles. The acid in the sour sugar coating hurt my tongue to where it felt sore, and even a bit hot! Its feeling a lot better now, but its still healing after several hours of attempts to ease the pain. Luckily though, my poop hole healed much faster after the assault on it. To Imogen: I love your story about the woman you saw pooping in the woods. That's so amazing that she left huge poop logs on the ground. However, I do agree with you that it was gross she didn't cover her load though.


Deer hunting

Well my boyfriend Tyler took me deer hunting he to wear camo and wear hiking boots I said okay he said bring what you need cause we be hunting out of a blind so I brought tp just in cast and bottle of water so we're there for about 3or 4 hours no deer in sites. We get out of the blind and I need to take a dump so I grab the tp and tell my boyfriend I be back he says ok he get his crossbow and check something out anyways I just dropped this monster turd and pee a little then I wiped and caught back up with my boyfriend

Just thought I'd drop by and share a little story with you all. A few years ago, one night I really had to pee. I was really tired too, so I wasn't thinking very clearly. For some reason, I didn't feel like using the toilet. I think it was in the winter and I didn't want to have to deal with sitting on a cold seat. So, instead of going on the toilet, I decided to go in my room on the carpet. I know, really gross, but I hope you guys won't judge me too much. I feel like we've all had these experiences as a result of pure curiosity.
Anyway, I was dressed in only a t shirt and shorts with nothing underneath, which I slept in. I went into my room, shut my door, and removed my shorts completely so I was totally naked from the waist down. I was very desperate to pee at this point, and was crossing my legs. I knelt down on the carpet and positioned myself into a squatting position with my feet and legs wide apart. I looked down at my vagina as I gave a little push to get my stream going. I watched as I felt the urine trickle out of my urethra and onto the carpet. I had never peed on the floor before, so this was a completely new feeling. It felt so wrong and dirty but I liked it. It felt so good to relieve myself! I had forgotten to take toilet paper to wipe myself, so I had to go get some toilet paper from the bathroom. I was still completely bottomless with nothing to cover myself but it was at night so I doubted that anyone would see since they were sleeping. I got some toilet paper and wiped my vagina before going back to soak up my pee from the carpet with a paper towel. Then, I took some spray to neutralize the smell and cleaned it up the best I could. Fortunately, the smell went away pretty quickly! It was quite a different experience!


Replies, updates

Hi everyone,

Thanks for the replies all. Mandy, that sounds so embarrassing about the movies omg I feel you. I haven't been to a doctor yet but as far as I know I'm not pregnant. Slice, I actually flushed red with embarassment when I read your suggestion that I wear diapers. Could I really be at a point where i need that? I fear its a serious possibility...I don't have a pattern of wetting myself, you must be confusing me with another post. I just mentioned that I tell my boyfriend I'm gonna pee my pants a lot just as a threat when I'm desperate but it doesn't actually happen... but the pooping accidents, that's very real and a big concern. I've literally been stressing about it a lot and think about it every day as if I've been diagnosed with a condition or sounds like an over reaction but I mean seriously, as we become adults some of our eyes get worse, some of us lose hearing, have joint problems, etc...i guess this is my problem.

I'll share my last couple of "not making it" stories. I haven't considered diapers yet until i saw the reply on here that said it but I will say this accident lead me to start keeping a clean up kit in my bag. I've got underwear and leggings, wipes, hand sanitizer and plastic bags in there.

I was at work and I felt like I had to go. I'm a nurses aid at a retirement home. It was hectic and we were shorthanded and I had to keep delaying going to the bathroom. I have Alzheimer's patients and two of them were both being combative and it was very stressful. I was on the verge of going to the bathroom in my scrubs so I had no choice but to just quickly dip into the bathroom and go. I made sure the coast was clear, then ran into the hallway bathroom... and with the stall door in site and my cheeks clenched together, I just didn't make it...i accidentally pushed a soft load out in my pants. It was really hot... I started shaking in panic and just rushed into the stall and took my pants and underwear off and sat down to finish going. As I sat I threw my panties away in the hazmat medical waste bin and used tp to clean the remaining mess out of my scrubs which luckily didn't stain through because i got them off in time. I was so self conscious the rest of the day that people could smell it or that maybe I missed a stain after all and I just kept worrying that everyone knew I had an accident. That's when I started keeping the clean up kit.

This happened after church on sunday. Admittedly I got a little tipsy Saturday night with friends and so I felt a little hungover that morning. I went to my parents house for breakfast and rode with my parents to mass. I felt really bloated during it... the hard wood pew pushing against my butt felt like it made the pressure worse and before long my stomach hurt pretty bad. It was a lot of pressure and the hangover feeling made it feel like if could come out any second, like that dangerous pressure where you know you can't even risk farting no matter how much you want the relief. I just concentrated on holding it back and suppressing any urge to push. I honestly have NO IDEA why i didnt get up and go to the bathroom...i keep looking back on it and i guess I just wanted to convince myself that I could be in control and could last through a short outing. The determination worked at first and by the end of mass I felt ok and like I could make it home. We got into the car and as soon as I buckled my seatbelt my stomach churned and I got a massive cramp. I held my breath and squeezed my hands into fists and told myself i could hold it, I could make it home. I tried using mind and will power to suppress the urge like in church but it was harder this time. I kept feeling my cheeks slightly spread apart involuntarily and soft poop would start to push out touch my panties but I'd fight it back. As we left the church parking lot I had no choice but to sheepishly ask my parents to stop somewhere for a bathroom, which feels cool to do as an adult. "Honey why didn't you go at the church?" My mom asked. I told her I thought I could make it home but it suddenly got bad. My dad mumbled that we'd be home in 5 minutes. I started to panic a little and told them both I wasn't feeling good and needed to pull over. I gave another involuntary push, my cheeks spread and it started touching my underwear again, and this time it just kept coming out. In one fast push that last like 3 seconds, i felt a warm soft blob spread under my butt like a pancake against the car seat. It seemed to spread out in a perfect circle almost from being smooshed. I actually sighed heavily with relief and for a few seconds I actually felt better lol, before the awkwardness and embarrassment of pooping my pants in my parents car as an adult started to take over. Needless to say it was a pretty jarring event for my parents too who seemed quite surprised and flustered by my accident. I wound up telling my mom later that it's not the first time it's happened recently and she told me to tell the doctor. I guess that's where I am at.


To abbie

Thanks, it wasn't nice and I was so worried someone would see me! You couldn't see anything on my dress but my tights and knickers were saturated.
Have you never had a full blown accident then? That must be quite lucky especially with the leaking you've described. How wet were your pants?


A poop in a tent

First, some greetings:
Hi, Victoria B! I've enjoyed your stories in the past; keep on writing!
Brandon T: Hi! It's nice that you take time to try to acknowledge everyone and say hi. Isn't it amazing that this site has been up for nearly 21 (!) years now?
Hello, Imogen! I've not had an accident since grade school (might tell that story sometime, not too interesting though) but in college I came close several times! Sorry you didn't make it.
Kamdyn, I found your story rather hilarious, with the ladies acting like they were cutting class and sneaking notes and talking about trying to smuggle a boy into the bathroom. They were clearly bad girls in high school! ;p
Now, on to my story!

Once when I was about eight, my sister and I decided to camp out in the woods behind our house that summer. We pitched the tent (with dad's help) and put our sleeping bags and a clear plastic tub about two feet tall that was filled with snacks, water bottles, and some small things like my Gameboy and a few books.

After our parents went back inside and went to bed, we stayed up talking, eating snacks, and playing our games. The sky grew darker and darker and soon it was pitch black. Crickets chirped all around us. After a while, my sister started fidgeting.

"What's wrong, (my sister's name)?" I asked. She said, "I need to go potty." (She was about six at this time.) I had an idea. I dumped the contents of the tub out onto the floor of the tent and set the empty tub on the floor. "Go in this, we can use it like a toilet."

"That's not a potty," she said, staring at it dubiously. She was fidgeting a lot now. "No, it's not, but we can use it like one," I said patiently.

She considered it for a moment. "Okay," she said and immediately tugged down her pants and underwear. She sat on the tub, her butt plugging up the circular opening. A loud fart burst out of her and she giggled. I laughed too. A stream of pee splashed against the sides of the tub and it was about thirty seconds before she finished. I expected her to get up after her pee but then she scrunched up her face and grunted loudly. Another loud fart echoed in the tub. She giggled again.

I realized she was trying to poop. She kept straining and I saw a long turd suddenly drop with a loud thud into the bottom of the tub. She sighed in relief, glancing between her legs to see it. A poop smell began to fill the tent. She grunted again, her hands gripping the sides of the tub. A small fart preceded another, smaller turd hitting the bottom of the tub. Another dropped quickly afterward. Finally, she strained out a last, little one and farted loudly twice. She sighed in relief and said she was done.

I had a pack of tissues in my pocket and gave a few to her. She wiped her front and scrubbed her butt several times with each tissue before dropping it in the tub. Finally she hopped off the tub and pulled up her pants. Four logs lay in the bottom of the tub, with a large pool of pee around them, and a few wads of scrunched-up toilet paper.

"That was fun!" she said happily. I laughed. "You go!" she instructed. I did have to go, so I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to my feet along with my underwear. She giggled, pointing. "I can see your pee-pee!" She covered her mouth with her hands. I smiled at her and sat down.

First I peed for almost a minute, sighing in relief as my bladder slowly emptied into the tub. Then I farted and she giggled again. I grunted, leaning forward to push. Slowly, I felt a huge poop slide out and it dropped with a loud *thunk* in the tub. My sister burst into laughter. "That's big!"

I glanced down and saw a large turd in the bottom. I pushed again and felt another big poop slide out, hitting the bottom with a thud. I pushed again and farted. Another fart slipped out before another log dropped into the tub. Finally, I pushed out a last, small one and was done. I used a few tissues to wipe my butt, dropped them in the tub, and pulled up my pants. We didn't have anything to wash our hands with, so we didn't.

The tub was quite crowded now and very smelly. I took it outside and dumped it out several feet away in a clump of thick bushes, screwing the lid on tight. Then I ran down to the driveway and tossed it in the trash, knowing the garbage truck came early in the morning.

My sister had to pee again later and I held her hands as she squatted over the grass. Then her face scrunched up again and she grunted softly. I heard a small fart and a few seconds later, something dropped into the grass, but it was dark enough I couldn't see it. I helped her wipe since it was dark and we went back into the tent to sleep.

Hope you guys enjoyed the story.


After church

Hello, my name is Joy. I'm a 34 year old mother of one young boy, happily married, normal woman except that yesterday I did something embarrassing... I apologize if this is long, I like to tell stories and feel it is cathartic to share.

While we were at church during the sermon I started to really need to use the bathroom and could feel a big BM building up. I sat and held it, no big deal at first, but the longer the sermon went the more I had to go. And of course I had to pee, too. I crossed my legs and bounced my foot and squeezed to hold it all in as the service would be over soon. We got to the end of the sermon and stood for the last worship song. Standing made it worse, but I crossed my legs and stood and pretended nothing was wrong even though i was on the verge of prairie dogging right there in service! Service finally ended and I leaned to my husband and asked him to get the boy from kids church while I went to the ladies room. I hurried to the ladies room but it was full and I didn't want to just stand there and wait and the major urge to go had lessened a bit so I instead decided to just go at home - we live close by - instead of wait there. I quickly found my husband and son and asked him if we could just hurry home because the ladies room was full. He said sure.

We got the boy into the car and started driving home. The major urge to go returned with a vengeance about halfway home, which is only about a 10 minute drive on a Sunday morning. I held my fingers against my crotch and pressed down and kept my legs squeezed together. I asked hubby if he could hurry. He asked if I was ok. I said yes i just really needed the bathroom. He sped up a little but our neighborhood has speed bumps and he had to slow down for those. The first speed bump made me almost lose it. The second speed bump bounced us and I felt a squirt of pee escape, just enough to feel damp in my panties. I must have made a noise or face because hubby asked if I was ok. I nodded and said speed bumps suck and we both laughed a little. I braced myself for the third and last speed bump but even preparing didn't matter as we bounced over it and I lost another spurt of pee but this time a little bigger and i felt dampness on my jeans with my fingertips. i also felt the poop pushing hard to get out and felt my butt open breifly and the turd shift down and hit my panties and stay for a second before retreating back inside. I sucked in air and stopped it but hubby noticed and asked again if i was ok. i was red in the face from blushing and said sheepishly that the speed bump had made me pee a little. he said it's ok, almost home.

we pulled into the driveway and stopped. hubby said he would get the boy so i could go inside. i thanked him, took a deep breath and said, here i go. I unbuckled, opened the door, swung out and stood up, and lost another spurt of pee when i did. I grabbed myself and bent over a little and stopped it, but my crotch definitely felt warm and wet and a little trickle ran down my left thigh. I regained my composure and walk waddled to the door and into the house and towards our master bath, one hand pressing on my crotch the other pressing on my butt! I made it down the hall to the kitchen and had to stop to fight a big push and lost a little more pee and felt the poop touch my panties again before stopping. I regained control and waddled around the corner to our bedroom and finally into the master bath.

I remember thinking how silly i looked in our mirror holding myself like a little girl and that made me half-laugh but i had to stop to try to hold it again but this time the urge was so strong I realized suddenly it was too late, i wasn't going to make it even though i was mere feet from the toilet and i was about to have an accident, which I did. I felt the pee start spraying hard into my jeans, hissing loudly and warm wetness spread rapidly across my crotch and butt and down my legs. i just let go and stood bent slightly with hands by my sides looking down, watching the darkness spread down my jeans. After maybe 30 seconds of peeing my bowels decided to get in on the action and pushed and I quickly stretch out my panties with a giant, mostly solid BM that crackled loudly as it spread up and back in my panties against the tight jeans that made me push hard to get the last bit out.

When i was done i looked in the mirror. i could only see from my knees up but it was quite the sight, with my medium blue jeans mostly dark all around my crotch, thighs, and butt, and a noticeable bulge on my behind where my normally shapely butt was found. I waddled bowlegged the last few feet into the water closet and began slowly taking off my shoes, peeling down my soaked jeans, and lowered the soaked and full, heavy panties down to my knees and sat down on the toilet and released a bit more pee, though i don't know how I had any left. I was dumbfounded how this could happen at my age and just kind of sitting there dazed staring down at the smooshed, orange-sized brown pile sagging in my panties at my knees when there was a knock on the water closet door and my hubby asking if I was ok. I snapped back to reality and stammered, "Umm, I... not exactly." He asked, "Do you need help? What happened?" I said, "Well, I didn't quite make it." He said, "It's ok. You told me in the car you peed a little. It's no big deal." I said, "Yeah, well, I did more than a little. And more than pee. So, yeah, there that is." He said, "Oh. So you..." I cut him off, "Yeah, I totally did both in my pants. Like all the way." He said, "Oh, I'm sorry, babe. What can I do?" I told him he could bring me clean clothes into the bathroom, turn on the shower, and leave to feed the boy while I cleaned up.

He left for a moment while I began cleaning, wiping myself down as best I could. Thankfully the poo was mostly solid so it wasn't too messy on my bum. A moment later hubby was back dropping clothes on the counter for me, turned on the shower, and told me he'd be out in the kitchen. I thanked him, stood slowly and carefully tipped the mound of poop out of my panties into the toilet with a large splash, slipped them off and left them atop the soaked jeans, and took a shower to clean up and try to shake the embarrassment. Afterwards I went out and had to walk past hubby carrying the jeans and panties to the laundry to wash them, though I kept my face down and was blushing. I returned to the kitchen and hubby gave me a big hug and told me it was ok, that accidents happen, etc. He was very sweet about it. I rewarded him for his kindness later that night and afterwards he admitted that seeing me desperate was kind of cute in a way, though he was sorry that I had an accident. We talked for a while about past accidents we'd had or seen for some reason and it kind of became a nice bonding experience for us both, oddly enough. We made love a second time afterwards, actually. I never thought having an accident at my age would somehow end up being a "good" thing, but it kind of did. Life is crazy sometimes.


to Katie

Hi Katie,

please post your constipation story I'm really interested:)

Smooth operator

Funniest s*** scenes in movies

New poster here... I'm trying to come up with the best/funniest crap-related scenes in movies I can think of off the top of my head.

One is in Date Movie where the cat Jinxers is taking a massive dump and has to use a match and spray to kill off the odor in the bathroom.
Two more are from the Harold and Kumar movies.
First is when Harold and Kumar meet two British girls while they are hiding from security in a campus bathroom stall, the two girls have to take "taco s**ts" and one on each side of Harold and Kumar's stall, they decide to play "Battle S***s"!

And then in Harold and Kumar go to Guantanamo Bay Harold is fantasizing in the shower when Kumar decides to take a massive dump in the toilet after eating "30 burgers and four large orders of fries", and said dump is said to still have cheese on it!!

Anyone think of others??


Young dad pees in public

Hi everyone, it's Dominic, I've posted before, mainly about my constipation and my brother's accidents. But this is something totally different. I wanted to share something I saw today that I thought was pretty interesting.

I had just gotten off a train and was waiting at the train station outside for my friend to come pick me up. There were about maybe 7-8 people there now, scattered around. I was sitting on a bench by a lawn. At the other end of the lawn there was a concrete ledge rising about 1 foot off the ground. There was a little girl, maybe 5 or 6, running around near it and her dad, sitting on the ledge, looking at his phone (he looked like he was maybe in his late 20s or early 30s). I didn't notice them much at first, I was mostly just looking to see when my friend's car would arrive. But eventually I noticed the dad get up and he looked almost as if he were squirming. I don't think I realized it then, but afterward it made sense. Then suddenly he told his daughter something and she laughed and looked kind of embarrassed, didn't know why. Until I saw the dad kneel down behind the ledge, unzip his fly, and start peeing against it. The girl was watching too but seemed to think it was funny and cool rather than gross or embarrassing. He then stood up, and the two of them got into a taxi that had just arrived.

I've never seen just a normal guy like that, a father even, pee in public so unashamedly (this was during the day too)! I just thought it was interesting. He probably thought no one else saw either, but I saw everything lol


Answers and Apologies!

Hey, all! Sorry I haven't been posting much - or at all, for that matter - I've had work and family issues that've taken my attention for the past few weeks or so. I've had some decent poops so far, the usual once-a-day logs. A few people have asked me questions since my last post, so I'll answer them now.

To Becc: I really enjoy reading your posts because they just have so much voice to them, if that makes any sense? We also share a like for poop, iirc. You just seem super cool!

To BrianW: Yup, I do go poop everyday. Usually a long, thick log unless something else happens down in there. Also, yes, I've definitely had dumps where they've hit the water and were still in my butt!

Victoria B: Eventually I got it to go down, yeah. With the combined powers of my girlfriend and me, we finally got the giant monster to flush.

I'm planning on posting more often from here on out, I promise!


Hi everybody.

I think it is same for woman and man about quantity of motion. Little time ago, poster name of Anatomy Student said same thing.

I did motions in the midnight again! I am crazy maybe. I woke up and felt heavy in stomach, difficult to back to sleep, so I decide to go to loo, but very quietly so Maho don't wake up. She is sleep very sweetly.

I sat on loo and my bottom domed out at once and plop, plop, plop many many. I worry Maho wake up so I put paper in loo, then next motion make no noise.

After few minutes my bottom open again and plop, plop but it is quieter, a bit. I wonder I should flush. I close bedroom door and loo door, but flush is noisy maybe. And smell is strong a bit because motion on top of paper, not in water.

I sit there and think, and while I thinking, more motion drop out suddenly. Why I do so much in the midnight?

And then... door open and Maho's face look in! "Are you OK Mina? Is it a diarrhoea again??" I say "no, but I felt heavy my stomach and can't sleep..."

Maho look in loo, and me too, and many turds but they are solid, not diarrhoea, so we relieved, and now I can flush because Maho awake.

But I am not finish, I do more, and more and more. It is good feeling but why so many motions inside Mina??

Of course finally I empty and I wash and Maho dry. She is so sweet. She never complain about interrupt of sleep. Maho do wee, then we back to the bed and Maho give me caress to make me sleepy. It work, she say, I sleep quickly, then Maho too, she say she didn't feel awake long time.

But I think daytime is better to go to loo.

Maybe I don't post much for a month from now because I will be busy very much. But I try.

Love to everybody.



A near sighting

I was walking to a pub in Bracknell's student land at about 6 pm to have a meal and a pint, when I passed a taxi and a burger van parked on the side of a main road, as I passed the taxi driver was leaning on the vans counter taking to the female burger sale's person.
About 9 pm as I walked towards the corner from the pub onto the main road I could see right into the van but no-one was in it, as I turned the corner I saw movement in the bushes opposite the van counter and the female server came out doing up her trouser belt and got back behind her counter.
I can only think that she was in the bushes answering the call of nature.


2nd grade incident

When I was in 2nd grade I had a problem that my mom called getting plugged up. Our school was big, the toilets were crowded even though class breaks were timed to keep like 15 or 16 of us in the bathroom at the time and not all 100 from four teachers' bathroom breaks at the same time. So there were only 6 toilets in the bathroom we were assigned to use. None had a privacy door. Sometimes a friend would stand back to the person on the stool to give her privacy. Then they would change positions. I never got such privacy. Mom did two things. She bought me some extra dresses I could use. And when I wore jeans or shorts, she encouraged me to take off my sweater and place it over my lap. That worked some, especially when I needed to wee. But I got plugged up because I would sit for a poo, but my classmates waiting and eventually our teacher or student teacher coming in and yelling for us to finish up didn't help me.

So mom talked to my pediatrician who emailed the school that I should be allowed to leave class to poo. At first, it seemed to work well. About a half hour after mid-morning milk and treats I would be given permission. The first two times it worked well. I made sure I didn't waste time. I pooed, wiped, washed my hands and got back to class. But the next week, I had just seated myself and Kenisha, who was a 4th grader, kind of a bully and really snotty, came in and took the toilet on the end next to mine. Kenisha started by pulling of what I thought to be a large amount of toilet paper. As I was starting to push my poo out, I saw her feet and legs move all around the toilet. Maybe three times, toilet paper would drop to the floor and I would see her pick it up. Then she walked around the panel and confronted me. She wanted more toilet paper. It was obvious to me then that she was a nester who didn't want to have her butt have direct contact with the seat. I told her I had only very little left. She sneered at me really bad and turned and walked to one of the other toilets where she pulled off enough toilet paper to last a week.

Because she was bigger than me and really turned on the drama, I had to hold back my tears. That ended any chance I had of doing my poo. I stood, pulled up my jeans and quickly left the bathroom. I didn't flush. There was no need. I didn't want to wash my hands in front of her. I just wanted to get out of there. I held my poo the rest of the day and intended to go in right after school. However, just before that I got a message to report to the principal's office. My imagination like ran away from me and when I got there I was questioned about the mess Kenisha had left. The janitor had found it, the toilet had been jammed, and it was being blamed on me. Kenisha hadn't even tried to pick up after herself after we've been told to do. I was so shy and afraid to rat her out. So I took the blame. This year Kenisha's a senior at the high school I go to. Every time I see her or hear something about her I still have a bad feeling.


Funny but at the time embarrassing poo moment

Hi everyone and a special Hi to Abbie, Imogen and Brandon, it was really nice to be made welcome here.
Abbie and Imogen - I know what you mean about spending the day in damp pants and getting dirty pants from a poking out log that happens a lot to me. If I am withholding or constipated I get where I can't feel the poo in my bum and it starts to poke out. Always difficult at school trying to sit so I am not right on it cos it hurts if it's pushed back in. I've had more than just poo marks in my pants at school many times.
Schools should recognise the needs to provide clean loos it seems more of a problem in senior school though.
I know a few other girls who have pants problems at school presumably from not wanting to use dirty toilets, one if these is my best friend who also withholds for other reasons than school loos like I do.

Brendon the incident I am posting about today is specially for you as I know from your posts that you like shop incidents so although this is in Mc Dee's hope you like it.

My post for today
It happened in the summer holidays 2016. I was going through one of my withholding periods and had deliberately avoided pooing for a few days and to help this along I was being picky with my food which lead to arguments with my mum which just made me determined to withhold more. My mum was never phased by me not pooing and luckily for me never fussed over dirty or wet pants all she would ever say was if I got poo on my jeans or shorts or skirts was ' Kate dirtying your pants is one thing but don't get it on your jeans/shorts/skirts etc' and would hand me a pair of plastic pants saying wear these over your pants to protect your jeans/ shorts / skirts - whatever I was wearing at the time. The only time mum ever mentioned going to the toilet is on Saturday mornings when she says to me and my brother after breakfast now go and have a poo. He goes on the downstairs loo and I go upstairs.
Anyway on the Saturday in question I had had my usuall sit on the toilet and even though I had squeezed and pushed for like an hour and I was red in the face and my stomach and bum were aching I couldn't poo so when my mum came as she did after about an hour
I said I couldn't poo and it really hurts and she said what she always says - do it when you can where ever you can.
So I got ready to meet my best friend in town, i did thick heavy makeup I wore tight white jeggins, black chav t shirt and light weight bomber jacket and my vans trainers and went out to meet Tracy. We spent the morning going round the shopping centre and met up with a couple of other girls from school. We chipped in and bought a huge bag of pick and mix so I made sure to have my share. Tracy said she needed to loo so me Tracy and Jo went to the toilets. I pulled my jets and pants down and noticed my pants were quite pooey. I peed and then tried to poo really really tried but nothing so I wiped and realised that the poo was actually sticking out and wiping made no difference. Just then Tracy and Jo called hurry up Kate, so I pulled up my pants and jeggins and let joined them.As we walked around I felt my poo push out a bit more and realised it was coming out and I tried as hard as I could to squeeze it back in but it was stuck there. I said to the girls oh I am very hot to make an excuse to take my
Jacket off and wrap it round my waist so it hung down to cover the mark that no doubt was visible on my jeggins. Then Jo said there Mc d lets go eat so we all ordered and when the food arrived we took a window table and started to eat. Jo remarked that there was a poo smell and I said sorry I've just broken wind I need the toilet and got up. Tracy said she did too so we left Jo at the table with our food. in the toilets Tracy came in the cubicle with me and said to me do you need to poo I said yes but I can't I'm constipated. I pulled my kegs and pants down, my pants were really bad and I sat and pushed and pushed . I took paper and tried to clean my pants as I pushed. I managed to get a little piece out. I pulled my pants up and ajusted things so the stain didn't show and went back to Jo. As we were eating these other 2 older girls that I know came in and came over and started talking to us then one of them said oh it smells of poo has someone got dog poo on their shoes? I didn't know where to put my self when Tracy goes no but Katie has some Kate poo in her
When I got home I told my Mum my ???? ache was really bad and my bum was so sore some had come out in my pants.when I get really bad like this my mum doesn't mind where I do it so long as I do a poo it can be wherever I think I can get it out, pants, toilet , in bed, watching tv etc. My mum asked did I want to do it now - yes I replied, I need help to get it out. went to the bathroom took off my dirty jeggins and pants and mum came in and had me sit the wrong way round on the toilet and lean forward on the cistern and tells me to push whilst she squeezes me hard and massages my lower back and round my bum to relax it so the big poo can come out. I did a solid piece about 10 inches long and the first part out was so fat it made me cry. Mum massaged my ???? and after another hard push another piece shot out followed by lots of soft mushy poo.
I went normally for the next few days but then another friend told me she got massive poos from eating rice biscuits. I just had to try them as I like seeming what different foods do to my poo and pee for that matter. Suffice it to say a week later I was as bad again.

Today's poo was like chunks and lumps lots of little bits with each push, I was on the toilet for 20 minutes and if sitting there not pushing scores O and pushing mega hard - going red in the face, making your bum hurt bulge and bleed scores 10 then this morning for 5 minutes I scored 7 and then next 10 mins I scored 10 and to get the last bit out it must have been 11..

Bye for now
Katie Kool


Fun events and notes to others

Hiya everybody,

Your stories are really fun. I wanted to comment to some of you in particular.

Anonymous User: Welcome! I am also pretty new and getting used to it but this site is fun. To answer you, I also like verbal encouragement when I go but it rarely happens. I was recently at McDonald's before work getting breakfast and I noticed a woman scurry into the bathroom, likely to poop. 8An elderly gentleman opened the door, who I assumed was her father, opened the door to check on her asking if she was okay and to just take her time. It would be nice having that.

End Stall Em: I really liked your story and the way you tell it. It seems you and your boyfriend have a very nice relationship. I agree that pooping shouldn't be a big deal but he sounds very traditional. Hopefully everything continues to go well.

Matthew: Dude, your story was hysterical and we can all relate, I'm sure. I'm sorry that your sister was picking on you, but sometimes it happens. I hope that you and your mom having witnessed the other having poopy accidents was a moment of closeness.

So after about a week of being constipated, I finally pooped. I was going crazy with all the extra water, coffee and laxative powder, as well as the extra fiber I was consuming. I was at work and I seriously pooped three times, and once later that evening. I'm a student teacher at an elementary school, and I scurried to the bathroom before school that morning when the first poop was brewing. A faculty member from admin was standing by the office bathroom making coffee and I have to sheepishly ask her for toilet paper, because there was none. I secretly swoon over her a lot, so that was awkward. But it worked out and I was able to go, and I felt better until later in the day.

Later in the day, the kids are doing some independent work, and I felt the runny poops on their way. I ask the host teacher to go run to the restroom, who doesn't need me to ask because I'm 23 but I'm still modest enough to get permission. I run back to the bathroom, collapse onto the potty and poop out a bad wave of diarrhea. I returned to class five minutes later, and instantly have to poop again, so I just turn around back for the bathroom.

The office staff must be mentally laughing at me by now. I still just hurry back into the bathroom, drop my black slacks and white Hanes briefs and again fall onto the potty. I released this crescendo of wet, warm poop. It lasted another five minutes, and I felt so much better. I had been gassy for a little while but my briefs were still perfectly white, to my amazement. I pull them up along with my pants, wipe and flush, then head back to class.

It's events like these that reinforce why I make sure to take the class to the restroom several times a day. In light of the constant pooping, I am happy to no longer be backed up.

Happy pooping/peeing, everyone!

Monday, October 16, 2017

I have a story from a couple of weeks ago but first a few comments

John H: Good story about using the unisex bathroom. I would love to use one like that. I have used a portaloo that was unisex and had lots of cubicles but it would be great to find a permanent unisex bathroom.

Abbie: Congrats on the new job, I hope its going well. I agree with what you said about preferring bathrooms with multiple cubicles over one with a single cubicle. I've worked in places that have had this set up and like you said its awkward not having that anonymity. The last place I worked that had something like that and luckily I only needed to move my bowel once during the two months I was there, this was just before I started a long shift and I knew holding it wasn't at all feasible but I would have seriously debated holding it until my shift finished if i had developed a want half way through my shift.

So on to my story. After a seminar my friends and I decided to have a coffee together. As it was Freshers campus was extremely busy and it took us a while to find somewhere that wasn't packed. Eventually we got seats in the library café. I had been feeling a need to pee as we had walked around but when we got there I was more interested in carrying on the conversation that we were having than using the bathroom. Additionally sitting down reduced some of the pressure from my balder. It remained like this for about a half hour upon which it got too much and I left our table to use the loo. I like the library café bathrooms because it's gender neutral (you know, the ones that have the toilet and sink self-contained within them). When I got there all three of the bathrooms were in use. I think not having the immediate release made me feel really desperate and I started to pace in front of the doors. Luckily a minute later I heard the sound of a toilet flushing and then the door of the middle bathroom opened up and a girl in a university hoddie edged out and seeing me quickly diverted her head to the floor. Entering the bathroom the rich smell of poo immediately hit me, but it wasn't an unpleasant odour, more of an earthly quality. Anyway undoing my jeans and pulling them down to my thighs along with my red panties I sat down on the seat. I had expected it to be warm so was surprised when it wasn't. (perhaps the previous user had hovered or if it could have been a quick bowel moment). As I read the adverts to participate in uni studies that were on the back of the door I released the contents of my bladder into the toilet. After about thirty seconds I was done so stood up and flushed away the bright yellow liquid (I hadn't drunk anything that morning apart from a cup of tea and the coffee) before washing my hands and leaving to re-join my friends. Later on when I was walking home I thought back to this girl and wondering if she had gone out the night before, drunk a lot and the alcohol had affected her bowels or if she normally went at that time and always had potent smelling bowel movements.


Back Again

Hello everyone it's John B and seems like forever since I last posted.

Been scrolling back and obviously lots if new mames but still ones I recall for example Adrian and Abbie.

Time flies because I remembet when you Abbie were still at school. You have since gone through Uni and now are part of the workforce! I am sorry to hear that you still from time to time have an epic struggle with your constipation. I find that drinking lots of water helps and perhaps you may consider a spoonful of liquid parraffin available from a pharmacist. This isn't a laxative as such but lubricates the lower bowel facilitating an easier passage for a dry hard turd.

Anyway that's all for now and hope I wont leave it as long next time.

Take care posters and happy pooing and peeing!

John B x


To abbie

Thanks, it wasn't nice and I was so worried someone would see me! You couldn't see anything on my dress but my tights and knickers were saturated.
Have you never had a full blown accident then? That must be quite lucky especially with the leaking you've described. How wet were your pants?

A few weeks back I was hiking out in the woods. A lot of others out there too. Not least many people picking berries. Many of them mature and even old persons. On distance I saw an old woman pull down and squat. Sitting there with bare bum for some minutes. Then standing up and wiping. Amusing. She did not see me. Afterwards I went over there and saw that she had left some quite huge logs on the ground. Not covered in any way. Gross. But for sure she must have felt a strong urge to poop.

Anonymous User

Random Memory

This is my first post on here, so I'm kinda nervous about what exactly to expect. But this seems like a pretty welcoming community, so I decided why not post something. I'm into seeing people pee and poop, but I love verbal encouragement while pooping. I know it's super weird. Browsing through other sites, I haven't found anyone who quite likes the same thing. I guess what I'm trying to ask is, have you ever pooped in the company of someone who was verbally encouraging you? I'd love to hear those stories if you have them. Personally, I unfortunately don't have any that I remember. I do remember my dad letting me squeeze his thumb when I pooped sometimes, but aside from that I don't remember much. Any stories would be appreciated!

Victoria B.

Tyler's question

It's definitely true that women go more often. My answer is a little skewed because I'm a vegetarian, but I have to poop at least once and sometimes twice each day.

Hope this helps!

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Kamdyn great story.

To: Abbie as always another great story about you and your friends.

To: Mina great story it sounds like Kazuko had a really good clean out and it sounds like you had a pretty good poop as well and I bet you both felt great after.

To: Bianca great story.

To: Eileen great story.

To: Catherine great story.

To: Katie first welcome to the site and great story please anymore you may have thanks.

To: Michelle great story about your big desperate poop.

To: Brandy great story.

To: Elphaba great story.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Should I help the grade school boy?

At a night football game at my high school's stadium, I was waiting in line for one of the two toilets to open. Actually, they were "open" with no privacy doors. There were plenty of guys on the other side of the room with their backs to us. They were urinating into a long trough that is kind of gross. The college guy on the toilet used the last of the toilet paper roll to wipe with. When he stood to raise his boxers up, his jeans fell to the floor and he fumbled with them. Then he turned and flushed.

The little boy in front of me looked to be about 7. He hurried and I appreciated that. Pulled down his sweats and underwear all to the way to his shoes and still standing. Then he backed up to the toilet and took his seat. He was very careful in seating himself. He didn't sit back far enough, I thought. He had his legs wide open and tried to lock his hands around them as he fidgeted and sat. He was looking down all the time. He might have been looking at his organ laying on the front of the bowl. He dropped his head even lower a couple of times and almost seemed to come close to sliding off the front of the toilet seat. I figured that was the sign that he was giving his crap the extra push. Then he stood back up, didn't even look at the empty toilet paper roll, and pulled his clothing up. He bolted out right in front of me without even looking at me.

He left two 3-inch soft logs floating. I picked up the seat even though my aim is pretty good. I'm willing to wait for a stall because I've been harassed in the past because my equipment is smaller than most guys my age. I'm 16 and don't let it phase me that much. When I got back to our seats, my friend Mande asked me what took so long. I was explaining it to her when her mom came back from using the bathroom too. I told her I felt sorry for not trying to help the boy out and that he probably had some mess in the pants. Mande said she would have helped him by trying to get paper from the other stall or towels from above the sink he could use. Her mom corrected Mande and said in these times you don't want to get involved.

Random poop attack

Yeah, I was sitting on the couch minding my business when I randomly sharted and now here I am on the toilet with bad stomach cramps

Thursday, October 12, 2017


Shy bladders are fun

So a few years ago, when I was like 15 or 16 or something, I went with my family to see some movie. Whatever it was, I don't really remember, but by the end of the movie I had to pee pretty bad, but since the movie was almost over I just waited for the credits to roll and for us to leave the theater. And then I went to the bathroom, but of course it was full of people since a movie just ended, so I just stood there with my dick out for a minute before leaving and deciding I'd be able to go when I got home.

So we got into the car and started heading off, and I was sitting there needing to pee really damn bad and hoping I wouldn't pee myself. And I remember one of my parents saying we needed to stop by a BJs to get some stuff, and I silently cursed about it since I wasn't sure I'd be able to hold it through the shopping and the drive home. I did get to the store without major incidents, though I did leak a little bit and my bladder was pretty much on fire, and I followed my parents as they went to look at things.

At one point my mother asked me to try on this jacket that she was thinking about buying, so I went and did that, and while I was trying it on I felt like I'd burst at any second. Fortunately, I remembered that the BJs stores always have bathrooms past the checkout counters, so once I got done trying on the jacket I just said "I'm gonna be over there", and hurried off to the bathrooms, going around the checkouts and just rushing into the hall with the bathrooms.

Fortunately I didn't wet myself, and this bathroom was completely empty so I was able to just stand there and piss for a minute or so.

Steve A

To Tyler

I guess that it all depends on the girl. You probably been living around girls who could out poop guys. But, it also depends on their diet as well.

From some of the stories on here, I can tell that girls have bigger loads because some of them haven't pooped in about 3-4 days or even longer than that. I even saw a story on here one time about a girl who haven't pooped for about 2 weeks. I'd expect anyone regardless of gender to poop that much if they haven't gone for that long.

It also can lead to jealousy as well. Imagine if you're a guy and your GF or friend that's a girl farts and/or poops more than you? Some guys might feel jealous about that.

For me, I wouldn't care at all if that happened to me. Guys and girls are both human, so, it doesn't really matter how much we poop.


Saturday afternoon visitors

Our spirit club had to report to our school at 7 Saturday morning for a full day of work in decorating for the homecoming dance. A couple of friends made fun of me because I had to excuse myself twice from floor duty while painting banners. I had downed a large coffee and I didn't feel bad while seated on the floor. But once I stood up, I felt like I was about 5 seconds from an accident. So I jumped over the other's art work, slipping on a large marking pen and almost doing an ass flop. I think I got down to the closest bathroom in 15 seconds or so. All of the toilets were open. Thanks to misuse all six doors had been removed last year and have not been reattached. I figured why give a damn, its not going to change anything. I dropped my jeans and white underwear and my pee blast started when my thighs hit the seat.

Pee was gushing out so fast that when I looked down between my legs, I could see bubbles in the bowl. I got to thinking about whether that was all the hot coffee coming out of me or just the speed of the flood. I was surprised when a moderately loud fart slipped out. I got to thinking that was probably from the three pieces of pizza I had scarfed down about an hour and a half earlier. From my seat I heard running in the hall and instantly Dawn, the kid sister of one of my friends, was asking the use the big red marker. I reached down to the floor and sure enough it was in my back pocket. I tossed it to her and she left.

I sat for another couple of minutes. It was comfortable after having spent so much time on the floor. I was enjoying the break, and had pulled out my phone to check. While doing it and feeling that I might be able to poop too, there was a lot of talk and footsteps coming toward me. I knew it wasn't my group. The voices tended to be deeper and more formal, so I figured it might be adults. Dawn came in and took the toilet next to me. She had what looked like brand new shorts on which dropped to the floor just before her butt hit the seat. I was so jealous that her poo splashes started almost immediately. They continued for a couple of minutes and I asked her about the voices that seemed to be almost at the bathroom doorway. She said it was a bunch of old ladies. They were talking about 1967 and I recognized that it was probably a class reunion tour.

There was a lot of joking as they entered the bathroom. Smuggling a boy friend in, sneaking a smoke everyday during a boring study hall, some prank by guys who greased the toilet seats. Once they saw us, the leader apologized for the noise and lack of privacy. One lady that they called Dancer hurried past us to the other end of the room and said she had to wee like in old days. She called her friend over to keep her company. As she weed, they joked about quickly copying test questions for 5th hour and asked another lady to come and give them the answers like they did 50 years ago. Me and Dawn found that pretty entertaining.

Me and Dawn both wiped, flushed and while we were washing our hands these old ladies started asking us questions about the school and what was happening. Dancer asked me if I was a candidate for homecoming queen and I said no. She had been and won. She said the record stuck twice when she and her King danced to their theme song. Then as Dancer reached for the toilet paper to wipe with, she called a couple of her friends over. They all burst out laughing. She showed them how cheap the paper was. Two of her fingers had pierced right through it. It was a joke with them all, back then I guess. Then one of the ladies yelled over to Dancer to Remember to Flush!

She said she didn't have to. No principal could make her get off her flight Monday morning and come back and serve her detention time.

Both me and Dawn found the visitors to be fun. They had attitude and thanked us for answering their questions. Then me and Dawn got back to our group, took the floor and had more signs to make.

Victoria B.

A few quick ones

Nothing new to report so I thought I'd send out a few replies.

To Mina: Hello to you Hisae, Maho, and Kazuko as well. I'm glad you were there for Kazuko; it sounds like her behind was getting quite a workout!

To Catherine: I'm kind of a nerd about bathroom design and your open floor plan intrigues me. How is it set up? Happy to hear that everything's going well!

To Taylor and Francesca: I got a custom plunger from a friend as a joke birthday gift after clogging her toilet in a plunger-less situation. I had to chop my productions up with a coat hanger to get everything down the drain. It was every bit as dreadful as it sounds! The rubber cup is pink and the handle is white. It's my pride and joy.



Recent Posts

Hi everyone! I hope everyone is doing well, but also, pooping well. The other day, the strangest thing happened. While I was in the bathroom Mom had to go, but then the feeling went away. I just read your question Tyler, and welcome to the site! You asked if girls poop more than guys, and I have to say I think it varies. Me for instance may go 4 time a day. Anyway I had a wonderful day, and just got done playing with my doll Annabell (I love rocking her to sleep)! Also to Mina: I hope Kazuko doesn't have anymore stuck poops I bet she felt better after. Bye!

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