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There is now still this. Don't be these people For the small number of people who cause all the trouble around here. They claim to have read the FAQ, but their posts and conduct say otherwise. Here are the moral lessons spelled out in detail.

We're putting this link back up here. It is evident it needs a permanent spot here, not that those who fail/refuse to read the FAQ will look at it. As well, those who don't understand/beleive it is talkiing about them, will undoutedly remain obvlious of why their actions are wrong.

The sordid detailes of this practice are contained above. They do not bear repeating.



Mr P (in the wheelchair)

Hello and question for Natasha

Hi there. I've been reading the post on this site for about 10 years or so. I love it. I have spina bifida and am in a wheelchair so have no control over my bladder or bowels.

I'm always curious to know what it feels like to need a poop. I'm thinking about posting another "survey" to the group about the various sensations of needing a poop.

In the meantime I was hoping Natasha could describe the feeling of sitting on the toilet but not quite having the strong urge to go? Was the log further up your rectum ? Does it feel more urgent as the log moves down? Just curious :)

If anyone has any questions for me let me know.

Thanks Mr P (in the wheelchair)


Chloe from Miami

Friday Mexican gone wrong

Friday two weeks ago was my last day of College before a week of Spring Break which I was super keen for as I was going to visit my brother in Hawaii. I have a close group of friends through Law, we study together and hangout during time out from class. By midday we had finished a two-hour lecture and we were all starving. My friend Nat immediately suggested Mexican, my two other friends; Steph and Andy immediately replied in enthusiasm. Don't get me wrong, I love Mexican, I have a Mexican grandfather and the love of their food runs in my blood. However, I prefer to have it for dinner and go home within a few hours after due to intense pooping! Unfortunately for me I had class after lunch until 6. My friends saw my hesitation, "It's okay Chloe we can go get Pizza instead" Nat said with a considerate smile, I immediately rebuked, hating to be the killjoy "No It's fine, I was just thinking about what I'll have to pack for the trip, let's have Mexican". I tried to sound as exuberant as possible without coming across as the insincere schoolgirl I used to be known for. I knew that friends who had known me longer would have read straight through my acting but I think I pulled it off. Unlike my high school friends they also had never witnessed anything embarrassing.
It wasn't far to the Mexican but by then I was starving even more, ready to stuff myself enough to last long enough for a late dinner when I arrived home. All my friends ordered burritos and tacos. The combination of subtle peer pressure and absolute hunger made me join them. After some sides and the start of a Mexican beer the burritos arrived and met my expectation, both the taco and burrito loaded with beans and filled with other delicious spicy ingredients that would see me through the afternoon.

By 1pm and after ordering some quesadillas on top of what we had already consumed it was time to go to our next class. We got let of early at 2.30pm but me and Nat had one final class from 4pm until 6. After some study in the Library I realised it was probably a good idea to try and take a poop as I knew our professor was likely to go for the full 2 hours as we have a paper due after break. I left Andy in the library and went to go to the bathroom. Being a Friday afternoon I was picky with where I went as I knew the toilets would be messy and the cleaners seemed to skip the job on a Friday afternoon. I went up a few floors, knowing from previous experience that the floors further away from the entry had cleaner toilets. My hopes were somewhat met, the floors obviously hadn't been cleaned but I found a stall that hadn't been demolished. I pulled my denim dress up, yanked my panties down, sat down, pulled out my phone and browsed Facebook, hoping to get some bowel movement before class. Unfortunately nothing happened. I peed but nothing more other than a faint fart. After 10 minutes I gave up and went downstairs to meet up with Nat.

"What took you so long?" Nat asked jokingly, not really expecting an answer, but I felt obliged to give an answer "Just had to touch myself up" I replied, grabbing my bag and books from the desk and walking away before he was ready, forcing him to rush to catch up. "Reckon we will go the full two hours" asked Nat, hurryingly jostling his books together as he attempted to catch up to me. "I hope not but I can't see the Professor letting us off early, he's that kind of guy and I doubt he has anything or anyone to go home to for the break". "Yeah I guess that means a little longer before break then, oh well we shouldn't be too hungry by the end of it" Nat remarked, making me envy him. I nearly always had this problem with Mexican, after only 4 hours or so Mexican would often have gone right through me, or at the very best half of what I had eaten. Surely I would have had some signs if it was going to be like that again today but so far so good.

We arrived in the class, we sat in the middle like we normally do. Nat sat in the aisle seat. There was a guy sitting next to me on my other side, to my right, Chad. Had was a bit of a perv, he often would try and get a look up my dress or skirt by dropping stuff under the desk and going under or sitting directly across from me in group conversations and staring at my legs, hoping, waiting for me to adjust myself. Unfortunately for him I was aware of it and he didn't get much of excitement other than seeing some plain white bikini brief panties.

After an hour and 15 minutes I began to feel and hear my stomach turn. Initially it wasn't too bad. I told myself I could hold it another 45 minutes but I could feel myself losing concentration on the class. The loudspeaker from the Professor made me feel comfortable enough to believe no one could hear my stomach turning. However the stomach noises became a cramp around the bowel and before I knew it I let out a wet fart. It wasn't loud enough for everyone to hear but Nat and Chad heard it and they both looked towards me, facing each other, I blushed but they didn't say anything, presumably because Nat thought it was Chad and vice versa. I put my head down and tried to take notes. Another 5 minutes past and I could feel air again, this time it felt worse, I tried to hold it but it didn't work. Before I think of what to do I let out another fart, this time it was worse and I could immediately tell it was a wet fart. This time Chad and Nat knew it was me and they looked towards me, Chad was chuckling while Nat had a concerned look on his face. I quickly stood up and walked over Nat's feet to get to the aisle and bathroom, trying not to look him or anyone else in the eye. I wished so much I had sat on an aisle seat as shuffling over people was never easy at the best of times, worse when you were in a rush to the bathroom and ten times worse when I were aware that a smell would follow the noise I had made.

When I reached the aisle, I walked fast up the stairs and to the exit, but by the time I was level with the door and it was already open I made a run for it. Unfortunately, the bathrooms on that level of the building were on the other side but that wasn't a problem because I immediately knew it would be quicker to go up a floor, with the bathrooms on that floor been near the stairs. I made a bolt for it up the stairs, in too much of a rush to press the back of my dress closer to my legs, to prevent any up skirt moment. At the top of the stairs I could see the entry to the girl's bathroom and felt an instant sense of relief, something that was bad as I could feel my bowels relaxing. I hadn't made it to the entry and before I could do anything my bowels exploded, far worse than a wet fart, I knew I had made a right mess but I didn't dare stop, I made one last sprint for the nearest cubicle, slammed the door shut behind me, yanked my panties down and sat down on the toilet with my dress pulled up as high as possible. I let out a sigh of relief as I exploded into the toilet bowel, the gas making a terrible noise and projecting it around the sides of the bowl. It didn't take me long to glance down between my ankles and see what mess I had made, my white bikini brief panties looked like they had been through a warzone. The back side of the panties barely had a speck of white left and there were discernible bits of food in them as well. I cursed myself loudly, morphing the sound of my bowels for but a moment. Silence followed but I dared not begin cleaning up as I could feel my stomach turning again. Facing down between my ankles again I began to cry, at first silently but as I began to become overwhelmed at the thought of what to do I began to sob louder and louder, without a care for who could hear.

After a while I calmed down and reached for the toilet paper to blow my nose. The paper was that horrible 1 ply nonsense that was in one of those special types of dispensers so that you could only pull out a single piece at a time. I yanked 3 sheets out and blew into my nose, meanwhile I could feel my bowels preparing for release again I leant down, resting my arms on my knees and braced for another bowel movement. It came out in a flurry of gas and accompanying noise, more intense than before and with larger chunks of poo, causing splashback onto my ass cheeks that had already been smeared from the explosion while still wearing my panties. I had a feeling that was the last of it and figured if it wasn't I would know by the time I had finished cleaning myself up. I wiped myself partially and took a glance down the toilet, gasping in horror, realising that that particular Mexican had caused a far worse reaction than anything I previously remember. I then flushed the toilet in order to get rid of some of the smell. I placed my feet out of my panties and pulled my dress off to not get it messy from the back of my ass, hanging it up on the coat hook on the door. Luckily I realised that I had not locked the door in my earlier rushed panic, remedying the situation.
So there I was standing in the stall, wearing just shoes and a bra contemplating what to do next. I wished I was still at that age where I would just yell out for one of my parents to come up and help clean me up but even if age were not a factor it was logistically impossible seeing as my parents lived interstate. I knew that if I were to throw the panties out it wouldn't go unnoticed. My uncle's housekeeper knew how many pairs of panties I had and would go looking for them, meaning it was likely I would have to give an awkward explanation or an outright lie, something I was not prepared to do since she knew I had accidents. She had told me previously to "clean it up the best I could with water and leave it soaking for her to finish the job" on previous occasions. That was not entirely possible given I was not at home.

I left the panties on the ground while I painstakingly pulled out individual sheets of toilet paper, lumped them together and began to try and thoroughly wipe my ass. Lumping them together was only slightly better than using individual sheets, sure the paper didn't disintegrate in my fingers but having so many sheets together didn't work nearly as well as if I were using proper 2 ply toilet paper. The paper was still coming out dirty after wiping and I was getting exasperated, I became aware of the time I was taking, but having left my phone in class along with my books I had not exact idea of the time. I gave it a few more wipes, but still the paper was not coming out clean. I realised my but cheeks needed a wipe from the panty accident and the splash back but much of that had already dried on, meaning I would have to wait for home and a shower. I knew I still smelled bad but hoped the denim dress would help. I flushed the toilet a final time, placed my dress back on and carried my panties to the sink. The sink didn't have a plug but the pressure was good enough for it to blast a lot of the poo of the panties, but the first few attempts went a bit sour as some sprayed up to my face. I cursed loudly, cupping my hands and washing my face before trying again, this time angling the water and my body more carefully. It didn't take too much for the bulk of the poop to wash off, however the panties were still very much stained. I knew I couldn't do much more without proper soap and stain removers from home so I ringed out as much water as I could before I carefully placed the panties in the sole pocket in my dress were my phone normally was. I knew I couldn't leave them in there without my dress getting a damp patch, not to mention the smell. I didn't have a choice though, I would have to move them to my bag later but for now this was the only option.

I arrived back in class, I tried to be as silent as possible and not disrupt but that was when I had to walk in between chairs and desks to get to my seat. Chad stared at me after I took my seat before snickering and muttering "must have been quite a dump". I gave him a glare and he stared into my eyes. The Professor snapped at me "Chloe, you have already missed nearly half the class, are you now going to distract your classmates?" I began to blush and quickly replied in an obliging and embarrassed tone "No, professor, sorry". I tried to focus on the notes as soon as I responded, avoiding eye contact with anyone. He continued with the class but I struggled to concentrate, I kept thinking of the fact that I was not wearing any panties with a fairly short dress. I was trying to think of a way to avoid my friend Nat and the crowd after class so that I could avoid people seeing up my dress while walking up the stairs and find a way to transfer the soiled panties into my bag without anyone seeing. I opened my phone; 5:56pm! The Professor was exaggerating, I hadn't missed half the class, more like a quarter but I had missed over half an hour, about a quarter of the class. But of course, to him he wouldn't have known the reason why I had left the room, but it was certain those around me did. I could feel I was not he only one to lose concentration, no doubt people were thinking how they were going to begin their Spring Break and couldn't wait to be out of here. 6.02pm and the professor began to finish his argument and finally dismissed us. Most people were off their seats in a matter of seconds, I on the other hand remained seated, wanting to be one of the last out of the room.

Apart from one student lined up the front to talk to the Professor I was the last one left, I told Nat that I had to ask the Professor a question so he left without me. I realised now was my best chance to move my filthy panties out of my dress and into my bag. I hesitated but figured this was the fastest option, I just wanted to get home. I got my bag together so that there was an isolated place for the panties. I was satisfied with this so I reached in the pocked and pulled them out, it was now that I could hear someone to my side. It was the Professor glaring at me while I was holding some wet dirty panties in my hand. "I was going to come and ask what was so urgent for you to leave my class for such a long period, I can see now why, my apologies for disturbing you. I'll see you after break". He looked embarrassed and strode out of the room before I could reply, not that I could think of anything to say. I stood there embarrassed and ashamed before finding the courage to get up and leave, not before finally placing my panties in my bag and out of sight.


Ellison

My Buddy Crap With Caryl Rae

On of my friends 20 years ago when we were in junior high was Caryl Rae. We had a lot of the same interests and both felt that some of the things that happened in our junior high weren't fair. An example: janitors would lock every bathroom right at the time of the dismissal bell each day. They said it was because of vandalism and the fact that we should vacate the building and not hang out. So at toward the end of 6th hour English because we didn't have anything to do my friend Caryl Rae texted me that since our worksheet had been turned in, we could go down to the bathroom. Both she and I had to crap and it was the perfect time. So we signed out with the substitute. So me and Caryl Rae selected stalls right next to one another. Both of us had been on the toilet for less than 30 seconds when the principal came on the speaker and said their was a school-wide tornado drill. Caryl Rae laughed at first because it was April Foods Day, but I told her no principal would do a prank like that. But we got up, and both were pulling up our jeans just as a teacher came through and pounded on each closed door and told us to vacate. We had to go two floors down into the basement where I guess every room was safe.

So that's what Caryl Rae and I did for like 10 minutes. Then we were told to report to our 7th hour class. It was PE and since we weren't scheduled to swim, we knew the locker room was closed to us and we reported for basketball. So at the end of the hour, we were both in considerable discomfort and tried to beat to janitor to the bathroom. No luck. It was locked. We tried the big one on the main floor, but there was a sign on both the In and Out doors that only students with an activity pass and faculty key could use them. Since it was a 9 block walk for us to home, Caryl Rae suggested the Shell station across the street. With our bookbags, we crossed in the middle of the block. It was dangerous, but we'd been holding our craps for over an hour. Caryl Rae was faster than me and made it all the way across. I tipped over the median, nearly fell and had to wait for another light's worth of traffic to pass. When I got to the curb, Caryl Rae told me I might be responsible if she crapped her pants. I gently shoved her for ignoring my needs.

She had been to this gas station before and knew the bathrooms were on the side, where there were several cars parked. Both the mens and womens were in use, we thought, because the doors were locked. We looked on top and we could see a light on in each bathroom. After a couple minutes wait as we talked, the womens door opened and a girl came out. She was probably a student at our school too who had been locked out. So Caryl Rae and I quickly went in. It was tiny. One toilet. A sink next to it. I so hated it that while I hesitated about what to do with bookbag, Caryl Rae still had hers on as she dropped her jeans and seated herself. I took mine off, put it under the sink and told her to give me hers. She did. Then I told her to move back because I couldn't wait any long. Playfully she told me to FO and I quickly dropped my jeans. Then I threw myself down seated directly on her left thigh.

If I had wanted to, I could have smeared the crap I was holding in on her. She spread her legs wider and moved all the way back so that her back was all the way to the flusher. The toilet was so small, just like we have at home, was that even as I pushed up all the way against her, my crotch was over the front of the oval seat. So I knew my crap was not fully going to be coming out into the bowl. Caryl Rae weighed about 25 pounds more than me and that gave me the idea to sit on her lap. My crap was about the explode out and this seemed to be the only way. Despite the fact that she repositioned herself a couple of times, I seated myself on her and almost immediately my largest log dropped. Hers came out in smaller pieces that that steadily went plop, plop, plop into the water. But a couple didn't make any splash so I felt they were probably just landing on some of hers.

After about 3 to 5 minutes, Caryl Rae reached over and pulled off two sheets of toilet paper. She told me I would have to stand to do mine. Then with the paper she kept for herself, she did three wipes. I only needed one, but I turned it over for double duty. The light was good enough for her to have me turn around and see the light red impression my butt had made on her thighs. I reminded her that if she had not cooperated the way it was needed, she would be cleaning some brown impressions off her butt. She cursed me out but I could see she knew I was right.

As for the junior high bathroom situation, it never got any better. Even though the high school ones were dirtier and more heavily used, we did learn to wait until toilets opened and we went the normal way.

Oh and that day in the Shell bathroom, neither one of us was about to flush that toilet. We knew it was futile. As for now, I hopeful that Caryl Rae will be coming to town to attend our high school's class reunion this summer.


After School Emily and Molly

Passing Gas

Hi! This is Molly typing for us both! Emily is feeling better after her episode of strep throat. Yea, Em!!! And, knock on wood, I have dodged it so far.

We wanted to say hello to Anna! Thank you for thinking of us with the story before your previous one. I love my big butt and Emily will never admit it, but hers is super hot. We red that women with big butts are generally healthier and smarter! I'm not sure how scientific the article was, but it sounds good to us!

Kudos to you for going to the bathroom for a number two even though you were in a group of guys. Score one (or two) for women's lib!

We had a question for everyone on the forum? What are your rules or etiquette for farting (Emily doesn't want me to use that word. She always says "passing gas.")

EMILY: Molly, you are more couth than that. We are very different regarding flatulence. When she is around me, she will let it rip without shame. When we were in college and shared an apartment with two other girls, she would pass gas aloud with no shame. Some really smelled. I, on the other hand, try to be more discreet. I still turn red, even when it is just Molly.

MOLLY: Yes, Em. It is so cute! You get so red and embarrassed. I love it! It's adorable!

EMILY: This morning, I stayed home from church because my antibiotic gave me bad diarrhea. I did not feel comfortable going out. I have not been in two hours, but I have been five times today! I wanted to go back to school tomorrow, but I do not want to be running back and forth to the bathroom when I am supposed to be teaching.

Nevertheless, Molly got ready for church and looked gorgeous. Molly is so kind about my appearance, but I think she is prettier. Her strawberry hair, complexion and figure are perfect! She looked particularly beautiful today. Before leaving, though, she asked me how I was doing since I developed diarrhea. I told her I would be fine. Then she asked me how she looked. And then she got a mischievous look in her eye, and poked her butt out and ripped this loud, long fart. Okay, I said it. That was a fart.

We are both human and it is a sign of health to produce and pass gas. But Molly was explosive and just laughed.

MOLLY: I did not want to do that at church. Or worse, in the car, so that my clothes would smell! Haha! It was rather rude. But we're sisters!

EMILY: Of course there are times when you cannot help it. I understand that. What I did in the doctor's waiting room was disgusting. Yet, I had to go to the bathroom.

MOLLY: That woman should have politely asked that something be done. Instead, she was rude.

One time, when we were in college, we had a farting contest. It was me, Brianna and Natalie. Natalie was the petite one of us, about 5'2 and 130, but athletic. Brianna was also about 5'7, wouldn't you say, Em? (She's nodding!). She was athletic and curvy. She weighed less than us, but both were good eaters too. We all started farting. We ate a vegetarian meal with lots black beans and such. Natalie is the vegetarian. She would cook for us from time to time. We all were ripping some loud ones, and Emily just looked at us disgusted.

I remember Natalie saying, "Emily, you're human too. I know you fart. I've heard you! Come on!"

Emily was very quiet and turned red.

EMILY: I was a little angry. If I don't want to pass gas, leave me alone. But my stomach was bubbling. They all must have passed gas 3-4 times. I was not paying attention.

So, I thought to myself, "I'll show them." I was sitting in a wooden chair. I pressed as hard as I could. It was very loud and it almost hurt because I pressed so hard. So, I stopped, and then I just relaxed my anus and let it all out.

MOLLY: It was the loudest, squelchy sounding fart that I have ever heard. It was gross. She won the contest by a mile. We learned that evening that Emily has the most powerful bodily functions. A few months later we did the same thing burping and she was just as loud burping.

EMILY: Molly used the word 'squelch.' For the record, I did not shart myself. My panties were just as clean as they were before.

So, how do you handle passing gas? We would love to hear from you? Are you more reserved or open with your friends or family?

We love this forum and wish you all well!

Emily and Molly xoxo


Slice

Toi: Joe

He Joe, I guess you've never heard of the phrase "scared the shit out of me". LOL


Doug

Bathroom Humor on the Job

Today I bought a new toilet seat at Walmart. My old seat was well worn for possibly 38 years.

I saw the assistant manager saying I probably would need assistance from the handyman. She said for me to try to install the seat, if not successful, she would put in the work order.

I got the seat installed much more easily and quickly than i predicted.
I came back to the assistant manager with the used toilet seat. I thought the seat was apartment complex property. The seat was put on a folder. She told me not there! she and I went to the maintenance room. The handyman told me to throw the old toilet seat in the trash bin.

As we were leaving. I said the old seat served its purpose well. The assistant Manager was laughing softly as she was returning to the office.


Joe

Fear Accidents?

Emma - Hi, I am someone who gets nervous very easily. When I do get bad enough anxiety/nervousness, I feel an intense pressure in my stomach that almost always makes me have to pee but sometimes it makes me have to take a poo too...A particular experience though?

When I was a senior in high school I went on a trip to a theme park called Six Flags, and I might mention now that I have a fear of heights. A bad fear of heights. My fear of heights is one of the things that will produce the extreme anxiety that will make me feel so unconscious that I will be frozen and I can feel myself about to pee my pants but I can't stop it...or even worse, it will make me have really bad gas and then after farting a few times I will have to take a poo really bad. Anyways, on this particular school trip I was standing in line for a ride called the Titan, and this is a huge deal for someone with a fear of heights. It is an utterly massive roller coaster with a huge drop. Just looking at it was making me incredibly nervous...

My buddies are chattin in up to pass the time in line, meanwhile I'm being really quiet because I can't focus on anything other than my fear...and the heavy feeling in my stomach like someone is pushing it downwards toward my hips. I quietly passed a couple farts but the last one I let pass was very...telling I guess. By "let pass" I mean, unclenched. I have to really hold on when I feel this way or else I will just fart uncontrollably. I thought I had pooped my pants a little bit at first because the last fart was wet enough that it felt like I was pooping my pants. But luckily so far it was just a skidmark type of thing.

I told myself no more farting, but that didn't last long lol. We were getting close to being at the front of the line and I could not stop passing gas now. I hear the roller coaster, I see the hill...it was just overwhelming me. I fart 2 or 3 more times and sure enough, there is no more gas left in me. Now all I have to do is really take a poo.

I look around at the people in line, thinking about how it would be a shame to leave the line after waiting for so long. But that sentiment soon disappeared when I felt soft shit starting to slowly my briefs up behind me. I told my friends I couldn't do it, they knew of my fear of heights. But as they tried to tell me off, I just bolted out of line.

I didn't even know where the bathrooms were, I can't remember if I was even looking for one lol. I just didn't want to poop my pants in front of all my friends. So I do remember going around to the side of a stall selling food that no one was at, and I tried to collect myself. But I had been kind of pooping my pants here and there as I go to that spot. So by time I had found a small place of privacy, I had pooped my pants to the point that I would have to throw away my underwear.

I finally gathered my courage to look for a bathroom, found one, didn't get spotted by anyone I knew, cleaned myself up and threw away my briefs in the bathroom. No one ever knew what happened...

This is a worst case scenario though. It is the only time in my life I can remember having pooped my pants because of my anxiety/fear. I have peed my pants more times than I can remember because of it.

My most notable wetting accident was when I got pulled over for speeding, and I used to smoke pot back then so I was very nervous I would get caught. Well as the officer was just writing me a speeding ticket I peed my pants in my car. He came back and gave me my ticket and didn't even notice. Thank god lol, that would've been too embarrassing.

But yeah, only pooped my pants once and peed my pants maybe like 7 or 8 times because the whole thing.


Monday, March 27, 2017


Anna J

Little Sis

Hello everyone. Im 14, blonde hair about 5'6. And I have a little sister she is 6 and she never uses the bathroom at her school and I mean never! I remember going to her school and theres only one bathroom with no stalls in her school. So I picked her up and brought her to my school. And she said that she needed to use the bathroom my locker was right by the bathroom so she went in and I went to my locker. It was about 15 minutes after and a 6th grader came out and I asked her if there was someone in there. She said that there was a girl with her pants at her ankles and that she was farting a lot. I thanked the girl and went in. My sister was on the toilet and she let out a huge fart almost as long as a burp and she let out a huge grunt. I looked in the toilet bowl and there was a bunch of diaherria. I took off her pants and helped her clean out her underwear. She that she needed help so I lifted the toilet seat and told her to just stand on the toilet bowl facing the wall she let out a big turd which didnt look good for her size. She wanted to watch me do it. So we went home and my mom wasnt home so we went into my bathroom and I took off all my clothes faced the wall and she laughed as the hurtful 2"foot poop came out of me


Sonya Sue

Sitting for Kiara again

On Page 2622 last month I wrote about my babysitting experience with Kiara. She's 8 and lives with her mom in an apartment in my subdivision. Her mom was really critical of me the first time I had sat for her. But when she called me again, she was desperate because she was forced to work overtime that evening. Because I'm a poor Thespian, I needed the job. So I picked Kiara up at her school, took her to the mall where we ate in the food court, and then to a movie there afterwards. Of course, she had to pee right when we got to the mall because she hadn't thought to at school. Yes, I know I should have reminded her but....

So when we got to the mall, I took her in. This time so that I would do what her mom demanded, I checked out her cubicle first. Yes there was toilet paper. I put it over both sides of the seat just like her mom had demanded and then allowed Kiara to be seated. She raised her dress and slid herself onto the seat. Both strips of toilet paper slid off the back of the toilet. OMG! I took the cubicle next to hers and immediately threw myself onto the seat. She asked what I was going to do. I told her I hoped I was going to crap because I had tried twice that day at school. I sat for about 10 minutes each time and then felt guilty about missing class and the growing number waiting for each toilet. Luckily I got part of my crap out, but I had to push hard and redistribute my weight a couple of times. Kiara seemed pretty interested in why I was doing what I was doing. I made a joke to her that at least hardened crap leaves me less wiping to do. (I know she doesn't like to wipe after a crap, but I don't exactly know why).

So we did dinner and then walked to the other side of the mall where the theater is. The movie was short which is good because I wanted to get Kiara home before her mom arrived. Her mom wanted her to get started on her homework ASAP. But I had to pee pretty bad. Kiara tied to talk me into holding it until we made the 15 minute drive home. I told her no way because it was a dumb thing to do. I had Kiara come into the cubicle with me because the bathroom was packed. While I was on the toilet I could smell she had to crap. But she said he wanted to hold it until we got home. I didn't want to argue with her. But as soon as I turned the key on the apartment door lock, Kiara ran to the bathroom.

My friend Adam texted me while Kiara was going. He thinks Kiara's mom's ways are kind of extreme. I guess I shouldn't question them as much.


After School Emily

Out of School Emily

Hello.

I have not been feeling well the past three days. I missed school yesterday and today. So, I got a substitute and have been in my comfy pajamas for the past two days. My mother came and checked on me Wednesday night and last night, but Molly has been taking good care of me. However, I hope to eat something other than soup tomorrow.

Wednesday, I awoke and just did not feel good. I felt like I did in college when burned the midnight oil to study or complete an assignment. So, I ate breakfast with Molly and went to school. During my first period class I realized that I was sick. I ran a fever. The school nurse confirmed it during my prep period and gave me some Ibuprofen. That helped me get through the day, but I was getting worse. I started getting congested and my throat felt swollen and sore. By the end of the day, my throat hurt really bad. Using my cell phone flash light, I examined my throat. There were multiple white splotches and pockets there. It looked like raw hamburger. So, I called the doctor, made an appointment, and told Molly. She said that she would take me.

Neither of us used the bathroom when we left school. When we arrived at the office, she signed me in, and we sat next to the restroom. This was a family practice office, nice, but one with a one-seat restroom right in the middle. Molly went in and was in there about five minutes, which meant she had to move her bowels. When she opened the door, the smell hit me. Molly told me later that she did a single log, about a foot long, and thick, and knew that the smell would hit the waiting room.

In the meantime, while Molly was in the bathroom, my stomach began to cramp. I did not want to go because I was afraid that they would call my name and I would be in the restroom. Plus, the waiting room still had a slight odor of Molly's bowel movement. In fact, across from us, a couple of women, one in her seventies and another in her late forties or early fifties, glared at us.

I had no choice. The cramping got worse and I just was feeling sick. At this point, I did not care. I went into the nice bathroom, pulled my slacks and panties down and sat down on the elongated seat still warm from my sister's bottom.

I began to noisily defecate. It was not loud, but the sound a mushy stool makes when it is exiting. And it smelled. It smelled really bad. Then I began to pee. It burned from my fever. I knew that I was not done, but inspected the stool. It was darker brown, and looked like a pile of mud covering the bottom of the toilet. It looked like chocolate pie filling. I began to think of "Minnie's pies" from the movie "The Help." I smiled a little.

There's something about being sick that gives a unique, pungent odor to a bowel movement. I was congested, but I could still smell it. Maybe the congestion kept me from smelling what everyone else was smelling. I waited a minute because I was still bloated and cramping. Another load of stool exited, still very soft in consistency. This happened about three more times. After the third time, there was a knock on the door, "Em, are you OK?"

"Yes, I'm just using the bathroom. I'm a little sick at my stomach." At this point, I felt so bad that my inhibitions no longer mattered.

"OK, they just called you. I will tell them you are using the restroom. I'll wait on you."

I still felt as if I needed to go. It never occurred to me to flush. It is rare that I have a bowel movement that requires a "courtesy flush." I passed some gas and decided that was it. I cleaned up with several wipes and flushed. I washed my hands and exited the bathroom.

After I turned off the water, I exited the stall to see the woman in her late forties, who glared at Molly when she exited the bathroom, at the registration desk. "It smells horrible in here. Don't you have other bathrooms that people can use when they are sick? It smells like a zoo in this waiting room." She was intentionally being loud. I was embarrassed. Molly was still seated by the bathroom. She turned to the woman, "Why don't you keep your mouth shut you old biddy! It's not like you haven't ever stunk up a bathroom." The woman could not believe that someone called her out. Then we walked through the door.

Several people began to laugh. When we got back to the room, Molly apologized to the nurse for causing a scene. "My sister is sick and it is not her fault that she needed to use the bathroom."

When the nurse asked for my symptoms, checked my vitals and left, Molly told me that the waiting room began to smell while I was using the bathroom. Normally, I would have been embarrassed, but I felt so sick.

I hope that you enjoyed the story. I'm feeling much better.

Best to everyone,

Emily xoxo


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Natasha great story it sounds you had a nice relaxing poop.

To: Melanie great story.

To: Elphaba great story all for now.


Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Saturday, March 25, 2017


Imogen

didn't make it in time

Hi guys,

Well I'm ashamed to admit I had a bit of an accident yesterday. I had thought that I wouldn't have a problem like this, but I was caught short.

The previous night I'd been out with some friends for a large dinner and drinks, and the morning after I overslept, so had to throw on some jeans and a t shirt and rush out the house pretty quickly! I went to uni and had one lecture, then stopped for lunch, and as I was tired and needed energy I had a fizzy drink, which I don't normally have. I had another lecture after lunch then a tutorial, between the two I stopped to nip for a quick wee.

Anyway towards the end of the tutorial I was starting to feel my stomach churning a little bit, but as I was still quite tired I thought I better just get home and sleep, that'd help. I waited for the bus, which was late, and realised I was in need of a wee and a poo. I just figured I'd cross my legs, put up with the discomfort for a bit longer, and I'd be fine. I felt a twinge in my stomach and wondered if I ought to get off and find a loo, but there were no more, so I carried on. We went past a supermarket, but as that's only another 10 minutes from my house I decided to wait.

By the time the bus got to my stop I was having regular spasms of pain in my stomach where it felt like it was clenching in. I was sitting on the edge of my seat using all my strength to hold it in. I could feel that I desperately needed to poo. I realised that I had to get home as quickly as possible and get myself on a toilet as there wasn't much time left. I got off the bus and started walking down the main road, which was difficult given how desperate I was. Stopping at the pedestrian crossing I felt another spasm and my bum opening, but I used all my might to close up and carry on. As I walked/hobbled/shuffled as quickly as possible down my road I could feel my bum being pushed open and again with all my might I clenched to keep it shut. At the same time, I felt a dribble of wee escape into my knickers.

A minute or so I got to the front door of the block, opened it and slammed it shut behind me whilst running up the stairs to my flat (on the first floor). I reached my front door and was fumbling for my keys when I felt my bum opening again, I tried to clench it shut but it wouldn't, as a last resort I physically held on to my bum and pushed hard to try and stop an accident. I did this with one hand whilst I turned the key to open my front door, as I did so I could feel another dribble of wee. Shutting the door behind me I threw my bag onto the floor and coat after it, then ran to the bathroom with my hand on my bum. As I got halfway across the hall I felt another squirt of wee escape. Then, I felt the poo force itself past my bum. I cried out loud and tried to clench down, but it forced itself out a bit more. I slammed the bathroom door shut and was fumbling with my jeans button when I just felt another spasm and the poo just carried on coming out. By this point I was tired from the effort and, about two meters from the toilet, I could feel as hard as I tried to hold my bum together, the poo forced itself out ridiculously quickly and filled my knickers. It was a feeling of mixed relief and disgust, as I was having a terrible accident whilst simultaneously being relieved of the feeling of desperately needing to go.

I shuffled over to the toilet and took my jeans off. I sat on the toilet with my knickers on and was quite upset with myself. I still felt I had some left to do, so I hovered over the toilet and gingerly pulled my knickers down, which were purple and horribly messed. I dropped the poo into the toilet, then sat on it and let go another huge amount of poo and a strong wee as well. I tried to clean myself up but realised it was going to be a difficult task. I jumped in the shower and cleaned up, which was much easier. Then I dropped my knickers into a bin bag and took them out, as I didn't fancy trying to clean them up.

I honestly didn't think that this would happen to me, however desperate I was. I'm still quite ashamed of it, a day later. Hopefully there are non judgemental people on here!


Joe

Fear Accidents?

Emma - Hi, I am someone who gets nervous very easily. When I do get bad enough anxiety/nervousness, I feel an intense pressure in my stomach that almost always makes me have to pee but sometimes it makes me have to take a poo too...A particular experience though?

When I was a senior in high school I went on a trip to a theme park called Six Flags, and I might mention now that I have a fear of heights. A bad fear of heights. My fear of heights is one of the things that will produce the extreme anxiety that will make me feel so unconscious that I will be frozen and I can feel myself about to pee my pants but I can't stop it...or even worse, it will make me have really bad gas and then after farting a few times I will have to take a poo really bad. Anyways, on this particular school trip I was standing in line for a ride called the Titan, and this is a huge deal for someone with a fear of heights. It is an utterly massive roller coaster with a huge drop. Just looking at it was making me incredibly nervous...

My buddies are chattin in up to pass the time in line, meanwhile I'm being really quiet because I can't focus on anything other than my fear...and the heavy feeling in my stomach like someone is pushing it downwards toward my hips. I quietly passed a couple farts but the last one I let pass was very...telling I guess. By "let pass" I mean, unclenched. I have to really hold on when I feel this way or else I will just fart uncontrollably. I thought I had pooped my pants a little bit at first because the last fart was wet enough that it felt like I was pooping my pants. But luckily so far it was just a skidmark type of thing.

I told myself no more farting, but that didn't last long lol. We were getting close to being at the front of the line and I could not stop passing gas now. I hear the roller coaster, I see the hill...it was just overwhelming me. I fart 2 or 3 more times and sure enough, there is no more gas left in me. Now all I have to do is really take a poo.

I look around at the people in line, thinking about how it would be a shame to leave the line after waiting for so long. But that sentiment soon disappeared when I felt soft shit starting to slowly my briefs up behind me. I told my friends I couldn't do it, they knew of my fear of heights. But as they tried to tell me off, I just bolted out of line.

I didn't even know where the bathrooms were, I can't remember if I was even looking for one lol. I just didn't want to poop my pants in front of all my friends. So I do remember going around to the side of a stall selling food that no one was at, and I tried to collect myself. But I had been kind of pooping my pants here and there as I go to that spot. So by time I had found a small place of privacy, I had pooped my pants to the point that I would have to throw away my underwear.

I finally gathered my courage to look for a bathroom, found one, didn't get spotted by anyone I knew, cleaned myself up and threw away my briefs in the bathroom. No one ever knew what happened...

This is a worst case scenario though. It is the only time in my life I can remember having pooped my pants because of my anxiety/fear. I have peed my pants more times than I can remember because of it.

My most notable wetting accident was when I got pulled over for speeding, and I used to smoke pot back then so I was very nervous I would get caught. Well as the officer was just writing me a speeding ticket I peed my pants in my car. He came back and gave me my ticket and didn't even notice. Thank god lol, that would've been too embarrassing.

But yeah, only pooped my pants once and peed my pants maybe like 7 or 8 times because the whole thing.


Mr P (in the wheelchair)

Hello and question for Natasha

Hi there. I've been reading the post on this site for about 10 years or so. I love it. I have spina bifida and am in a wheelchair so have no control over my bladder or bowels.

I'm always curious to know what it feels like to need a poop. I'm thinking about posting another "survey" to the group about the various sensations of needing a poop.

In the meantime I was hoping Natasha could describe the feeling of sitting on the toilet but not quite having the strong urge to go? Was the log further up your rectum ? Does it feel more urgent as the log moves down? Just curious :)

If anyone has any questions for me let me know.

Thanks Mr P (in the wheelchair)


Winnie The Poo

Thanks, Leanne!

I have a squatty potty step stool so when I read Leanne's post a while back I decided to follow her suggestions when pooping and that was to allow twenty minutes, sit on the toilet with my feet up on the stool and let nature take its course. I find if I am not constipated, I don't even have to push, it just comes out on its own. If it is a little slow to get started, I find that if I lean forward, it comes out without pushing. It has greatly added to my enjoyment of pooping to just take my time, not be in a rush, and let my body do its thing. So thanks a lot, Leanne!


Anna

my poo at university

I did a poo at school today. I was working on something with a group of students in the library when I felt the need to go to the toilet for both things. I waited a bit but eventually it got worse so I announced that I was going to the washroom quickly. Another girl, a brunette called Yasmin also got up and said that she would go, too. We headed to the bathroom in the back which has only two stalls. Luckily both were empty. I felt a bit bad about doing a number two in the little bathroom with Yasmin there so I told her "I'm sorry, but I really need to do a poo". She grinned and told me that she needed to take care of an urgent dump as well and that made me feel better.

We both took our stalls and then Yasmin and I dropped our yoga pants and panties. I did a quick peek and her's looked like regular pink bikini panties. I was wearing a black string, btw. But anyway, we both peed and I needed to go number two quite a bit so my first poo was actually coming out before I was done with my pee. It was really wide and stretched my little backdoor so I let out a big sigh and that was pretty embarrassing because Yasmin could hear it in her stall. On the plus side, I was not very gassy at all today, so my number two was very ladylike from that perspective, haha. Ok, so while I still had this big turd slowly dropping from my rear end, Yasmin did a little fart and then I could hear the sound of poo crackling out of her bum. We were both taking care of our number twos now! Over the next five minutes, I did two more poops. Both were a bit smaller than the first but still pretty big. Yasmin did a lot more and kept plopping away, but I think she had smaller turds. She also did a few more small farts. The air in the little bathroom wasn't too bad, more like a healthy poop smell from both our stalls. Anyway, my neighbour was done first and she started wiping. But for some reason she used a ton of paper and took ages. I only needed two pieces for my front and three for my rear. Then I pulled up my string and pants and flushed the toilet. Yasmin did the same and then we both went out to wash our hands. She was like "I really needed that" and looked very relieved when we were standing at the sinks. I told her "me, too", but I was still a bit embarrassed after just having dumped big in the stall next to her. But anyway, when a girl's gotta go she's gotta go, right?

When we went back to the table one of the boys was like "did you guys just take a s***?". I blushed and Yasmin told him to shut the f*** up, haha. Guys can be so dumb sometimes. But anyway, that's my story for today I hope you liked it!


Natasha
Abbie - Yeah, that was for sure the most desperate I've been for a poo in ages. When I went into sixth form, I didn't find that the loos were any nicer than they'd been in secondary school. Of course, the loos weren't that bad to begin with, at least not compared to some. One thing I did notice was that girls seemed less stuck up about going for a poo once we got into sixth form. At secondary school, sometimes girls would make rude comments about the smell or how long someone was taking on the loo. The redheaded girl in the cubicle next to you really seemed to having a rough time. Like you say, I'm glad she eventually found relief though.

I heard from my cousin Anna (I mentioned her in a story on page 2251, back in December 2012) and she invited me to come round to hers over the upcoming term break. I'm so excited to get to see her again! I can't wait until next week, both because of that but also because it's finals time right now and I've got exams every day for the rest of this week, so I'm stressed out. I'm starting to slip back into being constipated again it seems too. Today I had a poo for the first time in 3 days. I finished up my last lecture of the day and was feeling a small urge to poo. I remembered the experience I talked about in my last post here, and I decided I'd better go at school, even though it was a very small urge.

I headed off to the toilet block and found just one of the four cubicles taken. I took the one furthest from the door and sat on the toilet. I don't usually read on the toilet, but the urge was not strong enough for me to feel like I could go just yet, and I really did need to brush up on the material for the exam tomorrow. So I got out my book and started reading while waiting for my need to poo to grow stronger.

After maybe about 15 minutes, I was starting to feel the need and I gave a few pushes to coax the poo out. Once the tip was out, I had to keep pushing to prevent from getting sucked back in. Eventually it reached the point where it would stay out without me pushing any more. I went back to reading and just let the poo work its way out slowly. Probably ten minutes passed before the log broke off. The rest of my poo was a bit easier once I got that first difficult log out and about ten more pieces followed over several more minutes with not too much pushing. I felt finished and wiped and flushed. I packed up my stuff and washed my hands before heading home. I looked at the clock on the way out and I saw I'd been on the loo for almost forty five minutes.

Okay, that's all for now. I'll try and post again next week, with some stories from my time with Anna. Bye for now!


emma

fear accidents

has anybody in this forum ever messed their pants from being scared. its an idea thats always interested me.

-emma


Lorenz

Girls invading guys' bathrooms

A couple of months ago a friend of mine Merrilee who was sitting at my table in study hall signed out to use the bathroom, came back in five minutes (the maximum time we are allowed to be gone), took her seat and was obviously in pain. I asked her what was wrong. She said she had to pee bad. She had tried before school, but all the toilets were taken by shitters. She waited until the first bell, but than ran to class. Since they had a guest speaker, a congressman I think, no one was being allowed to leave. During class break before our study hall, she tried again, but said the lines were so long that she knew she would not be able to get on the toilet. So she was really desperate when she had just tried in study hall. At the end of the period, I was confident that if I hurried down to the bathroom, despite it being a passing period, I could quickly sit down and take my crap. This was a crap that was definitely knocking at the door. So when the pass period bell rang, I made sure I was first out and I entered the bathroom. Five wall-mounted urinals on one side; five toilets without doors on the other wall. I could see legs under the first three toilet cubicles. I took the 4th. The seat was up. I dropped it. Yes, it had been drenched in pee, but I knew I was lucky to get it. So I dropped my boxers and took my seat. I was midway through my crap when a couple of crappers yelled out Hey! and immediately I saw Merrilee run by, her skirt hiked up and her other hand pulling down her undies. One guy in the first stall yelled at her "you don't have reservations here B####". That didn't faze her. I heard a thud as Merrilee's butt hit the seat next to mine. At once a furious noise started. Her feet remained in place. I did my usual two wipes, flushed and as I washed my hands rapidly, my eyes were fixed on the mirror in front of me. She had her head on her knees and face to the floor as the draining continued for another minute or so. Then she stood up, made herself presentable and made the run outside. She passed one guy in the entrance as she ran out. When I saw her at lunch, she said that wasn't the first time she's had to do that. She said that it's not that too many girls are taking shits at school, but they are taking too long on the toilet. I agree.


Gill
Since I first wrote some weeks ago I have read the messages on the Board a number of times. Something unexpected happened to me last week and so I can write about it as well as just read.

I went to see a friend who lives about an hour and a half drive away.On the way home, when I had been driving for nearly an hour I felt a need to wee. Knowing that it was little more than half an hour before I would be home it did not seem a problem. Then the traffic, which was quite heavy, came to a halt. There was no way of getting out of it so all I could do was sit and hope. An hour later we had only moved about half a mile and I was feeling decidedly uncomfortable. Another hour went by and we were still stuck and hardly moving. By now I was desperate, fidgeting and holding myself discretely.

I began to panic, thinking that if we did not get going soon I might wee myself. All I had in the car was my waterproof anorak. Reaching out for it, I managed to slip it underneath me, just in case, though still not thinking that I would actually have an accident. It just got worse and worse. Suddenly I felt a warm wetness in my knickers. I had started to wee. Though no one knew, I felt myself blushing. It was nearly three hours after the traffic first stopped by the time it was moving again. By then I was rather damp but still bursting and desperate to go.

As soon as I saw what looked like a quiet lane, I turned off and pulled into the first field gateway. As I got out of the car, unfastening my jeans as I did, I was already starting to wee. Before I could get them down, a car came. What I thought was a quiet country lane was anything but. As other cars came, all I could do was stand by the car weeing uncontrollably in my trousers and hoping nobody could see what I was doing.

By the time I eventually got home, my husband was already back from work. He asked why I was so late. I told him about the traffic and confessed that I had wet myself. When he looked at my jeans it was rather obvious. He told me not to be upset and to go and change.

When I came down,he asked about the accident and then asked if I had ever had any others. I admitted to several. He knew about my only poo accident because he was with me when it happened. Also he knew about another occasion when I wet myself because I could not avoid him knowing. I confessed to two other times when I had wet my knickers.

I actually feel better having written about my experiences. It is good to be able to share some things in a forum like this. I think now that I would be prepared to write about my other accidents if anyone is interested.


Nick

Memories

When my friend Jayden and I were young, we were really weird. Now, I am straight, but we did a ton of weird stuff in the past (i'm talking like, age 5) i went over his house and his mom left the house for a little bit. She trusted us alone because all of the doors were locked and she had like, 3 security alarms in the house. Jayden's mom left the house and Jayden showed me that his mom still had his old diapers. He took two out and gave one to me.(I think you know where this is going) I remember I had an awkward look on my face, but Jayden just started getting naked in front of me as if it was nothing. I took off my shirt which was tucked into my pants. Then I took off my pants leaving just my underwear. I was hesitant at first but I took off my underwear and I was completely naked in front of my friend. I put on the diaper and Jayden told me to pull the back of his. So I did. When I did, I realized he had pooped about 6 logs into the diaper. For some reason I flodded my diaper with pee when I saw that. He told me to go into the bathroom. When we did, he told me to take off his diaper and wipe his butt. It was weird but I still did it because if I didn't he would probably make fun of me for chickening out. He then told me to lay down. He took off my diaper and wiped my crotch. Then he put me in the bathtub, and we bathed each other. We were dry and dressed by the time his mother came home.

Mind you, I know the stuff we did is kinda weird, but it really happened. Do you have any similar stories? (you probably don't)


Interesting and unusual situation

Today I was at a fast food restaurant and I went to use the bathroom. There were 2 single occupant bathrooms, one labeled men's and the other women's. To me when I see this kind of setup I tend to believe it's more of a first-come-first-serve type deal. I don't really pay attention to who's using which because who cares. It's a single occupant. There are no privacy issues as long as the doors lock. That being said I always attempt to use the men's first. But if it's in use and the women's is available, I may use it if the place isn't too busy or if I'm in a rush. Today I was in no rush but the restaurant was nearly deserted. So I figured the probability of a woman needing to wait while I impatiently used it for a quick pee was very low. I was wrong. No more than a minute after entering an older woman attempted to open the locked door, then knocked on it. As I exited, she seemed nothing short of shocked to see a man leaving the women's restroom. Almost as shocked as if I had been in a multi stall girls bathroom! She pointed this out by saying "it says women's" while gesturing towards the sign on the door, as if my presence inside was tantamount to pigs flying. Since I am very introverted, plus I didn't see the high crime she seemed to believe me guilty of, I simply ignored her and continued walking. As she entered she made a slight noise of derision, at my having used the bathroom of the opposite gender, or my rude refusal to acknowledge her accusation I can't say for sure. I expect the latter. Anyway, I was just wondering if anyone else had experienced this or something similar. Also if anyone genuinely believes I was in the wrong I'd like to hear your reasoning. I understand that it's different for women in this scenario. Women are often plagued by a slight discrepancy in public toilet availability in busy public places, leading to longer lines for women's rooms than men's. But obviously I wouldn't have done it if the place was busy or there was any line beginning to form. What do you think?


Melanie
Hi again. I'm glad to see people enjoyed my first story. I'll reply first to few questions Morgan asked, then get to the story.

"Do you usually pass alot of gas when you go # 2? Also how would you describe the feeling of having friends watch you go, and watching your friends go? "

No. I'm not usually very gassy when I poop. I usually rip two or three good pre-poop farts and that's all. I'd eaten a huge helping of beans the night before though, so that's why I was farting a lot during the poop I talked about in my story. I'm not really sure I can describe why I like watching my friends go and having them watch me. It's just enjoyable. I like that we're all comfortable, we can share everything with each other, even the "gross" things like pooping. I like seeing the big loads we can all do too. I even kinda like it when one of us stinks up the bathroom, although sometimes it's too much.

Alright, now on to the story. I really had to pee bad during class today so I asked to be excused and headed to the nearest bathroom. It was a small bathroom and there were two stalls, both taken. I could smell a strong poop smell in the air, so probably both girls were pooping. Almost immediately after entering, I heard a toilet flush. A short bit later, I heard another flush. Then a young girl, she looked like she was probably a sixth grader, came out of the stall. She was very very red and mumbled something about blocking the toilet before rushing out of the bathroom, not even washing her hands. I went into the stall she'd left and saw an absolutely giant load in the toilet. No wonder her two flushes did nothing to clear it. There were probably a dozen large snakes curled up in the bowl and I couldn't see any of the water, just poop. The toilets in this particular bathroom are bigger than a normal toilet and this girl's load still filled it. My friends and I all poop big, but this was probably the biggest load of poop I've ever seen. I sat down and peed on top of her load and then left the stall. I remembered to wash my hands and left the bathroom. The other girl was still in her stall when I left. I later told everyone about it and they said they wished they could have seen it for themselves.

David and Megan were busy this afternoon, so it was just Sara and I participating in the "poop games." I had to poop first. I raised my skirt and lowered my panties and sat on the toilet. I let out a long trumpeting fart that echoed in the toilet bowl and peed while my first turd was coming out. It broke off and splashed into the water and was soon followed by another, and another. Then I had a longer turd coming out. It touched the bottom of the bowl and I had to push a bit harder to keep it growing. After it stopped coming out, I finished with four more short but fat logs that plopped nicely in the bowl. I got up to look at the final product. There were a bunch of smaller turds floating around the one long log that curled around the back of the toilet. It was a good sized load, but after seeing the toilet-destroying load produced by that young girl, mine paled in comparison. Once Sara and I had examined it, I wiped and flushed it all down.

Later, Sara had to poop so we went back to the bathroom. She lowered her shorts and sat on the toilet. Like always, she spread her legs wide, giving me a good view of what was going on. She started pushing and a fat solid turd poked out. I could definitely smell it straight away. The turd just inched out very very slowly. Once it touched the bottom of the toilet bowl, she gave a stronger push just like I had with my log. Then it started coming out a little faster. It was growing really long but she just kept giving gentle pushes, as evidenced by her stomach muscles continuing to tense. More and more kept coming out and I almost wasn't sure it would ever end. She said she was really enjoying this turd coming out. I said "I'll bet." The smell was something else though, and I opened the window to get some fresh air in. Finally, after probably at least five minutes of the turd slowly coming out, it ended. She said she wasn't done though, and sure enough I heard a lot of crackling and saw a bunch of soft serve poop almost like chocolate ice cream start flowing out of her butt. There was a lot of that too. When it stopped, she said she was really done now, and stood up to let me see the full extent of the damage to the toilet. Her monster turd formed a large circle in the middle of the toilet and most of it was covered up by the pile of soft logs. She decided to flush first because she needed to wipe a lot. And she was right, she wiped a ton. Then she flushed again to send the paper down. She sprayed a lot of air freshener and closed the toilet lid, and I was relieved to finally be able to leave the now very stinky bathroom.


Thursday, March 23, 2017


Elphaba

Comments to Taylor, Siford and Abbie plus my latest story

Taylor- That was an impressive amount of poop you did when you went outside. I'm glad it went well; it's quite liberating isn't it?

Siford- Nice post. How weird you both were crapping at the same time. I would have loved to see what Darci's first reaction was after receiving the text saying you were on the toilet!

Abbie- You're one of my favourite contributors to this site; your posts are wonderfully written and so descriptive. I get what you mean by saying you feel better grunting when other girls are doing the same. When I started to poo in school knowing that 'another' boy (this was way before I realised I was trans) was in the other cubical doing the same, even if it didn't happen often, made me feel less like a freak for doing something I wasn't meant to do at school.

Talking about school after a while of pooing during lunchtime I took to staying in the cubical for longer periods at a time to finally spending my whole lunchtime sat on the loo. I always thought this was odd until I was looking at introverted personality types a few years ago and read some introverts saying that they found refuge in the bathroom. Finally made it sense that being in a cubical provided me with a less stimulating environment to be alone with my thoughts than the school field.

Back in the present day, this is my latest story: I was having lunch with my friends at uni in between lectures and started to need a poo halfway through eating my food. After finishing I excused myself saying I would see my friends in the next lecture and went off to one of the women's bathrooms in the Students Union. Pushing open the door I took the furthest cubical out of five on the left hand side wall (there were five opposite on the right) for no other reason that I hadn't used this one before. Locking the door I hung my bag on the hook, undid my jeans and pushed them along with my white pants down to my knees before I sat on the seat. After having a long pee I started to push and within seconds I felt a log quickly making its way out of my bum hole. A few moments a bit snapped off and plopped into the water. This continued two more times until there wasn't a turd holding my hole open. However I still felt that there was more to come so I continued to stay on the loo for around five minutes playing with my phone and occasionally pushing while the next cubical besides me was occupied in quick succession by girls each having a wee. Realising that no more logs were forthcoming I stood up to wipe and then dropped the paper into the bowl above the medium sized turds. Pulling up my pants and jeans I adjusted my jumper before retreating my bag and slinging it onto my left shoulder. Unlock the door I walked over to the sinks and washed my hands besides a girl doing the same. Within moments of each other we went to the automatic hand dryers where I finished first and walked out of the bathroom and onto my lecture.


Taylor

My first poop outdoors

After seeing Scout's post about pooping outside I realised it was something I hadn't done before and decided to rectify it! So this morning I woke up early and headed for a walk, not pooping yesterday evening and skipping my morning toilet visit entirely. That meant not only did I have to poop, my bladder was full too.

It was nice and bright outside, but still rather cool but I prefer that. I didn't see a single person in the park while I was out which surprised me, I was expecting some early morning joggers. With my need to relieve myself getting more urgent by the minute, I picked some trees in the distance that would provide me with plenty of cover and headed over to them. My stomach wouldn't stop gurgling and by now I really needed a wee!

I ducked into the trees and pulled down my leggings as I crouched, making myself comfortable. The cool air felt really nice on my bare bottom. After about a minute I was stretched wide by the first piece slowly making its way out and then I started peeing. The combined relief felt incredible! I just relaxed and let my body take care of things at its own pace. I soon felt my poop pushing against the ground and it broke off, the next piece coming out immediately after. The smell wasn't too pleasant but I didn't really mind it.

My wee finally ended and I continued enjoying myself emptying, not even bothering to lift up slightly when I felt the second piece touching the pile. It just moved slower and eventually broke off, adding to the pile. I gave a gently push, pushing out two small nuggets and a little more wee. I felt completely empty, it was amazing! Looking at the pile beneath me there was easily two feet of poop there.

I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of tissues. Using one on my front and then four pieces for my behind, not too bad I suppose. I stood up, pulled up my leggings and took one last look at my creation before walking home. I wish I could go like that every day.


Simon

Recent activity and greetings

I've had some enjoyable poops the past few days.
I don't seem to have any real regularity in poop schedule, also the consistency can vary a lot from mush to hard logs or balls.
But the past few days have been great because I have gone once a day and had consistent well formed dark brown logs about an inch and a quarter diameter and just over a foot in total length.
The paper has been clean on the first wipe too.
This evening, I did a single log, which I'm guessing was about 8 inches in length. I'm guessing because it turned out to be a ghost poop, going underwater and surfacing the other side of the water trap.
Again it was a single wipe afterwards.
I'm hoping I can keep this regularity and consistency.

Melanie,
I really liked your post about your "poop group" and I'm looking forward to hearing some more.
You might like the posts from Upstate Dave from a few years back.
Back when I was a teenager I would have loved to have a group like yours.
I used to enjoy pooping outdoors though, and would regularly go in many of the wooded areas of our park to do that. I would change the toilet roll at home when it got down to about 1/4 then wrap that in a plastic bag and secure it under my bike seat for when the need arose.

Back when I was about age 8-13, one of my groups of friends used to play on some land at the back of his house. It belonged to the church, but they had stopped maintaining and using that part of their grounds some years ago.
It had a flat grassed area about 30 by 100 feet and the rest was woodland on various slopes.
We all used to pee in front of each other and sometimes we would hold it for a while and all go together and have distance competitions.
It got interesting one day when a friend's sister joined us. She said she needed to pee, but instead of going off behind a tree, she stood there, legs apart, lifted her skirt, moved her knickers over a bit and used her hands to aim herself.
She peed a forceful stream. I think we all stood there amazed as we had never seen a girl pee before, let alone standing up!
We never really progressed to pooping though. We would never get the chance to all be in a bathroom together without arousing suspicion, especially if there was a girl in with us too.
One friend did poop in front of us once, but he got in trouble for it from his parents so I think that was the reason we didn't continue.
It was outdoors, one of the neighbours had put their old heating oil tank at the end of their garden where it couldn't be seen, pretty much at the boundary with the church land we played on.
I think we may have talked about it in the morning, then after dinner he had taken a toilet roll from the house ready for use.
The idea was that we could use this abandoned tank as our toilet so we didn't have to go home to poop. It had a hinged filler cap which could be opened when we needed to use it.
We had found an old toilet seat which had a broken lid, then made an open wooden frame to support it over the hole.
He was the first to try it out and did about 6 soft logs then needed quite a lot of wiping.
Problem was, we left the seat and frame on top of the tank, so when his dad was emptying the grass cuttings onto their compost heap at the bottom of their garden, he noticed it and wanted answers.
He basically told the truth about setting it up so people wouldn't have to go home or tread muddy footprints into their house if they wouldn't be able to get to their own house in time... But left out the bit about the rest of the group watching!


Tuesday, March 21, 2017


Elphaba
This story is from a couple of days ago when I was in town and needed to pee. I was in a department store and located the ladies on the ground floor however I could see even without going in that it was really busy; three women went into it during the minute that I was there. So I decided to use the disabled bathroom was on the third floor. After taking the escalators up, becoming more and more desperate, I finally found the bathroom hidden down a corridor. But as I got to it I realised it needed a key to open. I think this is an indignity for anybody to have to ask store staff for the 'permission' to use the loo. Plus, for me, I would be concerned about staff asking (or thinking) why I want to use the disabled bathroom if I don't look disabled (not that all disabilities are visible), I also don't want to have to explain why I don't use the male bathroom even though I look male. The upshot of this is that I left the store and searched for somewhere else to go. This took ten minutes during which there were a couple of moments when I did think I was going to wet myself. Finally I got to a coffee shop and raced in. As I worked my way through the tables and chairs a gender-neutral bathroom came into sight and I don't think I've ever been happier to see one in my life. As I was approached it I prayed that it wasn't occupied and breather a huge sigh of relief when I saw that it wasn't. Going in I locked the door, threw down my bags, flung of my blazer, unzipped my grey jeans, yanked them down with my teal coloured panties in one swift moment and propelled myself onto the seat. The pee just flowed out of me and the relief was absolutely amazing. Then a turd started to slowly work its way out of my bum without me doing any pushing; I must have been so focused on my need to pee I hadn't noticed I was also desperate to poo as well. It kept on emerging and finally broke off with a 'flop' into the toilet bowl. Half of the log was still hanging out of my bum and only then did I start to push. Within a couple of seconds it splashed loudly into the water, honestly it was so noisy that I'm surprised the whole café didn't hear. Tearing some toilet paper off the roll I stood up, wiped and turned around to look at the contents of the toilet ; the first turd must have slid down past the bowl and the second was almost vertical and was sticking out of the water which despite this I was surprised that it wasn't as fat as I had imagined it to be. After doing up my jeans and washing my hands I gathered up my stuff and left the bathroom. As it was nearly lunchtime (and I thought it would be rude to leave without buying something) I joined the queue to get a coffee and chocolate muffin and had a really nice time people-watching.


Siford

Cousin Darci

My cousin Darci flew in over Christmas break to stay with us while she visited three colleges in our area. She's two years older than me and has grown into a very sexy young lady. The weather was bad at one of her hubs and her flight was being delayed. So my parents dropped me off at our airport so I could meet her and stay with her until they ran some errands and then came back to pick us up. So here I am sitting in one of the largest terminals at our airport, messing with my smart phone, when I felt my regular Sunday morning crap coming on.

I decided to get it over with. I don't like using large public bathrooms. I always wrestle with whether I should sit directly on the seat or not. And I hate the lack of privacy. Several stalls in guys' bathrooms have the stall doors missing and just sitting there with so many guys walking by is not my thing. And when there are doors, eyeballs up against the crack between the door and stall upsets me. A latched door. Feet and clothing which can be seen under it. That should be enough evidence that a stall's in use. So when I see an eyeball looking in on me, I think to myself, "Moron, what more evidence do you need?"

So I got to the bathroom. There must have been 20 of the 30 stalls in use. I went down toward the end. One door was ajar and I quickly took it. Then I did my check list. Toilet paper? Yes. Peeless seat? Yes. I did see some pubic hair where the black seat cut out is at the front of the bowl. I used a piece of toilet paper to push it off. Then I dropped my underwear and slowly seated myself. I pulled out my phone. Darci had just sent me a message.

She asked what I was doing. I said Nothing. She refused to accept that. She said everybody's always doing something. So I told her I was at the airport waiting for her. Again, she asked what I was doing. Then I decided to let her have it. I told her I was on the toilet and slowly waiting for my crap to start. She said "F***, I can't believe it but I'm having mine too." She too was in a terminal. In Chicago, where she was stranded, she said the toilets had one of the strangest things she has ever seen. When she went to sit down, a sensor caused the toilet seat to move around, and when it did there was this cellophane seat that she sat on to do her crap.

Darci said it was uncomfortable and while she was pushing hard to get her crap out, the cover started to crunch up and felt uncomfortable under her butt. She stood up once to get a look at the size of one of her logs, a red light on the back of the toilet went off, and the seat rotated on her. That surprised her. I told her I hoped that I would be off the toilet in a minute or so because I so hated it. She said she so hated it also and that the bathrooms in her school are so bad that some of the girls get up on the sinks and pee. I told her that would be gross for the next person that used one to wash their hands. She said she's walked up to sinks only to find crap on the drain.

I told her I need to wipe and stuff like that. I made that up because I just don't like public toilets. Then I continued my crap. Then when Darci and I started up our conversation again, we were back in our chairs in our respective terminals and both had just gotten a super-sized drink. I had to wait another three hours for her flight to get out of Chicago and arrive.


Taylor

My first poop outdoors

After seeing Scout's post about pooping outside I realised it was something I hadn't done before and decided to rectify it! So this morning I woke up early and headed for a walk, not pooping yesterday evening and skipping my morning toilet visit entirely. That meant not only did I have to poop, my bladder was full too.

It was nice and bright outside, but still rather cool but I prefer that. I didn't see a single person in the park while I was out which surprised me, I was expecting some early morning joggers. With my need to relieve myself getting more urgent by the minute, I picked some trees in the distance that would provide me with plenty of cover and headed over to them. My stomach wouldn't stop gurgling and by now I really needed a wee!

I ducked into the trees and pulled down my leggings as I crouched, making myself comfortable. The cool air felt really nice on my bare bottom. After about a minute I was stretched wide by the first piece slowly making its way out and then I started peeing. The combined relief felt incredible! I just relaxed and let my body take care of things at its own pace. I soon felt my poop pushing against the ground and it broke off, the next piece coming out immediately after. The smell wasn't too pleasant but I didn't really mind it.

My wee finally ended and I continued enjoying myself emptying, not even bothering to lift up slightly when I felt the second piece touching the pile. It just moved slower and eventually broke off, adding to the pile. I gave a gently push, pushing out two small nuggets and a little more wee. I felt completely empty, it was amazing! Looking at the pile beneath me there was easily two feet of poop there.

I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of tissues. Using one on my front and then four pieces for my behind, not too bad I suppose. I stood up, pulled up my leggings and took one last look at my creation before walking home. I wish I could go like that every day.


After School Emily and Molly

After Church Emily and Molly

Hi Friends of the Toiletstool Forum!

This is Molly, with Emily beside me. We both had our Sunday Afternoon Number Two's a few moments ago. Of course, we didn't go at the same time, but one right after the other. Mine was relaxing. Definitely a good, productive, relaxing trip to the bathroom. What about you, Em?

EMILY: Yes. I was quite pleased. Nana's Roast Beef always does the trick. It was substantial, voluminous (a former Toiletstool poster, Catherine, used that world. I like it.), and very relaxing. Of course, you left a smell in there, sis!

MOLLY: I know. I stunk it up. Sorry, not sorry! Haha! When you mentioned Catherine, I wanted to share a word about some of our favorite posts and why we liked them. We've gone back to about page 1500, and we wanted to share a few. These are people who no longer post.

1. Laura Teacher - Since we are both teachers, we enjoyed her tales of having to go to the bathroom and working around her job. Fortunately, we have not shared her experience of coming down with the stomach bug at work. We both had it a few times in the past two years, but this year we avoided it.

2. English Teacher - Again, we love our fellow teachers! We also admired the care she showed to her niece.

3. Catherine - She was a vivid writer. You could almost smell her number two's (haha!). But we really liked how her bowels were "accepted" in her romance with Alan. We wish her the best in her pregnancy.

4. Lisa (Page 1716) - We loved her story about how her sister, Kris, locked her out of the bathroom as revenge. We would never do that to each other, though! It was funny to read her story!

5. Sports Fan - We loved how he told the stories of porta-potties. Funny!

We will try to think of some others. But we are off to enjoy the rest of the beautiful afternoon.

We hope that you all are staying regular!

Best,

Emily and Molly xoxo


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Taylor great story about your poop outside.

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

To: Anna great story it sounds like all 3 of you had great poops and I bet you all felt pretty good afterwards.

To: Elphaba great story it sounds like you had a good poop.

To: Marissa great story it sounds like you both had a good poop and had some fun as well.

To: Mealanie first welcome to the site and great story about you and your friends please post anymore stories you have thanks.

Well thats all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Tlana

Graffiti

I just don't know what it is but I get really upset having to sit and look at graffiti in school and other public toilets. This past weekend I took my first conditioning bike ride of the season. It was about 10 a.m. when I realized I was overdue for my daily poo. So I rode about three blocks away to a large public park. I took my bike into the building since there were a lot of kids around and I didn't want it to get stolen. It was a 1 1/2 staller. That's because one toilet had a door and the other stall was without a door. I took the doored one. I dropped my jeans and thong and seated myself on a really comfortable toilet. Since I'm very short for my age, my feet sometimes are an inch or two off the floor. Not the case here. I was really comfortable, although the seat was a little chilly. When I looked up I couldn't believe what was before me on the inside door. There were cuttings in the paint using both a pen and knife that showed all of our reproductive organs, lots of offensive words about how they could be abused, and phone numbers and names of girls or women who the artist and others who contributed to the sickness didn't like.

I immediately got up, unlatched the door, and threw it back open. That way I wouldn't have to stare at such sick work. Because many of the toilets I use at my school don't have doors, I wasn't worried about anyone else coming in and seeing me. Then I glanced over to my right to check for toilet paper. There was more graffiti. This time a male sex organ with a huge head. It looked like someone had spent hours on it. In my disgust, I got up before my poo started and walked to the other stall. The door had been taken off and the panels were comparatively a lot cleaner. I put my butt down on the cool seat. As I calmed down my soft poo started sliding out. After two minutes I was still seated and wiping myself, but I was still upset by what I had seen. I used my phone to call the parks and rec department and I left a phone message about the work. After washing my hands, as I was walking out a mom and a child about 5 were coming toward me. I stopped them and told the mom about the stall. She seemed very thankful that I gave her the warning.


After School Emily and Molly

One More Post

Splash asked how we read and respond on the forum together. We have a computer in which the hard drive is found in the monitor. It has a Bluetooth mouse and keyboard. We sit together at our computer and pass the keyboard back and forth. We have a large screen, so it is easy to read at the same time.

One other thing that we do want to say is that we have both been fortunate not to have had accidents. Maybe our day is coming. But it is interesting to read those stories on the forum. The prune juice nearly did it for both of us, but we were fortunate to make it. Same thing for our stomach virus experiences.

Well, that's all.

Emily and Molly xoxo


Abbie

Poo in the loos at uni

Natasha- sounded like you were really desperate to have a poo by the time you got home the other day, I'm glad you managed to keep it in until you'd got on the toilet! I completely agree with you, if your already struggling with constipation its really important not to hold it in when you get the urge, to avoid making it even worse or having an accident, like you if I needed to have a poo at school but didn't get time to go I would end up with marks in my pants by the time I got home. Like you said I knew it was better to just go and use the toilet when I wanted a poo at school even though I would be feeling embarrassed about needing to push hard and the inevitable panting and grunting sounds I would end up making. Luckily at the school I went to for sixth form the loos were really modern and clean and so far more girls were happy to use them when they needed a poo, also as I said in my last post there would sometimes be other girls on the loo at the same time as me who must have been a bit constipated as I would hear them grunting as well, which did made it less awkward!
On Friday I was in a lecture and felt a tightness in my belly which turned in to a feeling that a poo was on the way, and about 10 minutes before the end I was really struggling to stop the tip from poking out into my pants. As soon as the lecture was over I headed to the nearest toilet block, unfortunately all the cubicles were taken and there were 4 girls in front of me. Judging by the smell and how quickly the cubicles were opening up I'd say most girls were having a poo, and I was looking forward to joining them as I stood there clenching my bum and trying to hold back a log. Eventually three cubicles opened up more or less at once, I got the middle one in between a dark haired girl and a redhead. I quickly locked the door and then dropped my leggings and white pants and plonked myself down on the seat. I couldn't help moaning rather loudly as I relaxed my quivering bumhole and felt the tip of the log start to poke out slowly, next door I think the redhead moaned as well and a torrent of wee began to pour down into the bowl, she must have been seconds away from weeing her pants!! My log kept easing out slowly but was getting fatter and I knew I'd have to start pushing soon. Next door on the other side the dark haired girl had had a pretty powerful wee too and was staying on the loo, and the redhead's stream dribbled to a stop and she didn't move either, so I was pretty sure that all three of us were in need of a poo. I could feel that my log had stopped moving and knew it was going to be a really fat one, so I took a deep breath and started to bear down, I did my best to release my breath quietly but couldn't help grunting, at least I knew the other two were having a poo as well! Just then I heard a grunt coming from the redhead's cubicle so I knew I wasn't the only one having to strain, and shortly after I heard some plops and a moan of relief from the dark haired girl's cubicle, and she started to wipe. I was having my usual problem of my poo getting sucked back up my bum when I stopped pushing, so I started to strain really hard and did my best to keep up the pressure, unfortunately I end up making louder grunts when I do that but I didn't have much choice. Next door the dark haired girl had flushed and gone, but on the other side the redhead's grunts were getting louder too, I was really glad the girl next to me was struggling as well as it meant I was more relaxed. By now about 5 minutes had passed and neither of us had managed to drop a log, luckily by now I had managed to push enough of my poo out that it wasn't going back up my bum so I stopped for a bit of a breather, a huge fat log stretching my bum. Next door the poor girl was really straining, she was still making some loud grunts and moans and sounded like she was badly constipated, I felt sorry for her having to struggle that much but knew she'd feel better once she'd got it out. I started to push again and felt the log inch out slowly, I was having to push pretty hard so was grunting quite a lot myself. After another few minutes of concentrated pushing I felt the log speed up and shortly after it plopped into the bowl. I felt another log starting to make its way out and bore down again, but this one only took a few gentle pushes before it dropped. I felt empty so I took some paper and started to wipe my bottom, next door the redhead was still grunting away and just as I finished wiping I heard a loud splash and she moaned really loudly, I was really pleased that she'd managed to relieve her constipation. Once I'd finished wiping I pulled up my pants and leggings and went to wash my hands, leaving her in peace to finish off. I hope you enjoyed this story, will post again soon, bye for now!!


Morgan

Responses

To Melanie- I really enjoyed your story! I wish I could have a "poop group" like that :) haha. I unfortunately dont have any friends that are very open about such things. It seemed like you really had to go and must have felt so releived! Do you usually pass alot of gas when you go # 2? Also how would you describe the feeling of having friends watch you go, and watching your friends go?

To Marissa- thats great that you and your friend are now comfortable enough to announce your need to go! I wish I had a friend that would go #2 with me. Also I found it hilarious and awesome that you took dumps in urinals! Haha. I enjoyed your story


Anna

about what Emily and Molly said

Today I was reminded of something that Emily and Molly wrote recently. You talked about how it is lucky that the guys who like your bums have no idea what you do in the bathroom. You are soo right!!

Last night I went out with my roommates Gracie and Danielle. When we are out, we do like to show off our curves and to tease the boys a bit (though we are never mean!). Anyway, we danced a ton and had drinks and also did some flirting, of course! It was a totally fun night.

Ok, so this morning I had just gotten up and was having some coffee in the kitchen. Danielle was there as well. As we were chatting, I could feel this familiar, heavy feeling in my rear end and I knew that I needed to drop a big load soon. Then we saw the bathroom door open and my roommate Gracie came out. Danielle jumped up, grabbed an issue of Cosmo and was like "gotta go!" I also needed to go at that point, but it was no emergency, so I didn't mind. As Danielle closed the door behind her I could hear a "pheeew!", obviously Gracie had pooped and there was quite a bit of a smell in the little bathroom. Anyway, I waited for about five minutes and then Danielle came out as well and went back to her room. Now it was my turn. "Ewww", the bathroom was really stinking! Or maybe it didn't really stink so much, but there was just this really strong smell of healthy girl-poop totally filling it, if you can imagine. But I needed to go, so I had no choice. I closed the door, pulled down my pink PJ bottoms and plopped my bum on the seat. It was nice and warm from the other girls. I peed and then did a really long fart that was almost totally silent. Then my bumhole opened and my first turd started to crackle out. It was big and really long. In the end it made a big splash in the bowl and I couldn't help but letting out a little moan. I grabbed the magazine that Danielle had left on the toilet tank, leaned forward and started to push. Immediately I blasted two, loud wet farts into the bowl, full force. They were embarrassingly loud! Then I started to do my second log. In the end I pushed out four big poops and a couple more farts. The turds made kinda splatting sounds as they dropped into the bowl and hit the rest of my load that was already filling a good part of the toilet. Needless to say that I added a lot to the smell that Gracie and Danielle had left. Finally I felt empty and started to wipe. I used quite a few sheets and then got up to flush. I was a bit worried about clogging the toilet, but no it turned out all good. Because both of my roommates had already done their business, I felt free to take a leisurely shower right after having used the toilet. If felt so much better after, all relieved and clean!

Anyway, as I was sitting on the toilet, I was thinking back to last night and how we had caught more than one guy checking out our booties and now all three of us were full on blowing up the toilet with big dumps! Like you said, Emily and Molly, if the guys could only peek at what is going on in our little bathroom, they would totally look the other way forever, haha!


Monday, March 20, 2017


Elphaba
This story is from a couple of days ago when I was in town and needed to pee. I was in a department store and located the ladies on the ground floor however I could see even without going in that it was really busy; three women went into it during the minute that I was there. So I decided to use the disabled bathroom was on the third floor. After taking the escalators up, becoming more and more desperate, I finally found the bathroom hidden down a corridor. But as I got to it I realised it needed a key to open. I think this is an indignity for anybody to have to ask store staff for the 'permission' to use the loo. Plus, for me, I would be concerned about staff asking (or thinking) why I want to use the disabled bathroom if I don't look disabled (not that all disabilities are visible), I also don't want to have to explain why I don't use the male bathroom even though I look male. The upshot of this is that I left the store and searched for somewhere else to go. This took ten minutes during which there were a couple of moments when I did think I was going to wet myself. Finally I got to a coffee shop and raced in. As I worked my way through the tables and chairs a gender-neutral bathroom came into sight and I don't think I've ever been happier to see one in my life. As I was approached it I prayed that it wasn't occupied and breather a huge sigh of relief when I saw that it wasn't. Going in I locked the door, threw down my bags, flung of my blazer, unzipped my grey jeans, yanked them down with my teal coloured panties in one swift moment and propelled myself onto the seat. The pee just flowed out of me and the relief was absolutely amazing. Then a turd started to slowly work its way out of my bum without me doing any pushing; I must have been so focused on my need to pee I hadn't noticed I was also desperate to poo as well. It kept on emerging and finally broke off with a 'flop' into the toilet bowl. Half of the log was still hanging out of my bum and only then did I start to push. Within a couple of seconds it splashed loudly into the water, honestly it was so noisy that I'm surprised the whole café didn't hear. Tearing some toilet paper off the roll I stood up, wiped and turned around to look at the contents of the toilet ; the first turd must have slid down past the bowl and the second was almost vertical and was sticking out of the water which despite this I was surprised that it wasn't as fat as I had imagined it to be. After doing up my jeans and washing my hands I gathered up my stuff and left the bathroom. As it was nearly lunchtime (and I thought it would be rude to leave without buying something) I joined the queue to get a coffee and chocolate muffin and had a really nice time people-watching.


Scout (Danish girl)
I think most of my friends hate to go to toilet outdoor. But I must say that I like it. Pooping while squatting makes me feel well emptied and comfortable. When getting used tl it I do not find it embarrassing any more. Mostly it is easy to find a spot where it is safe to pull down and squat. By the way, when hiking who cares? I think most hikers know how it is to sit there with a bare bum.


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