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First off, we want to take a moment to thank all the people young and uh... not so young who take the time to treat people like people and who treat other posters respectfully. We genuinely appreciate those who want to get together on a prevalent, but under discussed subject and bonus points for those who find bodily functions funny.
...And then, there are the opposites. This should never have to be said, but the number of people doing this just keeps growing. It seems to be a product of the world going away from actual, interpersonal contact and toward social media, and various other terse electronic communications.
Think of how you deal with each other:
Would you want someone to drill you for answer they want from you, the way you drill others?
How about, if they matched your volume, tact and ferocity how would that feel???
How about repeatedly asking that question something someone else might find uncomfortable or isn't interested in sharing? Would you want to be pestered for some detail about your life that you've made less than public?
The general idea is covered in the FAQ, and it should follow, by some minimum standard of human interaction, that this behavior is in extremely poor taste:
"What do you look like?" (in lesser degrees of tact, never including please)
"I want you to"...(give/tell/contact me now dammit 2X a day, every day)
"I need to know _________ about ________ to complete my fantasy"
Why don't we print these kinds of posts? Well, there's never just one. Who's going to read a forum full of this? It looks like a stalker, bully, or domestic violence practitioner wrote it. Besides, who wants to post in good faith only to be a Christmas ornament or a piece of meat?
Forget what the world is telling you. Manners still matter. How you say it is as important as what you say.
Not quite free yet...Just wanted to write to Zip real quick, keep up the posts dude! Too bad there isn't any way to get in touch on here since I feel we'd get along.
Anyway I should be free to post more after a couple more weeks of school. Sorry about the wait guys.
On a side note, I went to the beach today and literally ran straight into the bathroom after holding in pee (non purposely) for several hours. I was at the urinal for a good few minutes at which seemed like forever. What stood out in this experience though was all the guys the came and peed next to me while I was emptying everything out. In my school most of the bathrooms have 1 urinal so the opportunity never arises.
So anywho I oversaw the shadow of 2 guys' equipment and the stream coming out while looking down at mine. I even saw a full on view of the second guy's while turning around to leave. It really wasn't anything sexual or obvious, I think almost all men compare every now and then. The dude looked like my age(early 20s) and was the attractive surfer type. Must've been curious about me too since he could've just used the next urinal down.
Also just real quick, I took a dump on campus the other day and as I sat down I noticed something. The ground was literally flooded with urine puddles making my shoes/sweatpants smell for the rest of the day. How the heck do guys have that bad of aim? I admit I enjoy shooting at the wall every now and then but it looked like a bunch of guys had a pee fest in that bathroom. Just thought that was interesting and wanted to know if any of you have encountered such a dirty restroom.
That's it for now unfortunately, got to get some sleep for school in the morning. Hope to hear more from all of you soon though, and I'm always open to questions/surveys.
At Work TodayHi All
I thought I would share something I overheard earlier today at work.
I won't go into detail, but at work there are a large number of attractive young women
employed there who for whatever reason have to poo at least two or three times a day at work.
At least once a day I usually find myself within in earshot, unwittingly or otherwise
of one of my colleagues when they are noisily pooing in the Ladies next to the Gents.
These days I won't "force the issue", as I want to get on with people I am in a relationship of
trust etc with, as well as it being simply impossible to do any work and keep tabs on my female
colleagues "movements" if you get my drift....
Anyway, I was over the other part of the site and saw my colleague Ms X (the one who looks like Scarlett Johansson).
running into the toilet. She did not see me as she looked distracted by being rather desperate for the toilet.
She was wearing her usual short black skirt, black tights and blue blouse.
I needed a pee so I went into the Gents, where I could hear her using the Ladies alongside.
By the time I got there she must already have parked herself on the throne, as I heard
a loud SPPPRAAANNNKKKFRRRRAAAAPP-PLOP_PLOP_PLOP!as she did a noisy raspy wet fart and three poos fell out.
She then did a little pee.
This was followed a by a short period of quiet, followed by another SPPPPRRAANNNK as she did released
another trapped wet fart under pressure.
I heard a sigh and a grunt followed by another explosive decompression as there was a SPPPPPRRRAAANK! as she did a third
wet fart, instantly followed by an urgent and desperate sounding PLOPPLOPPLOPPERTY_PLIPPLIPPLIP_PLIPPLOPSPPPRANNNK
as she did a rapid volley of little poos followed immediately by another wet fart.
I then heard the rattle of the toilet roll holder and made my escape to the other Wing.
Such is a normal day at work for me!
Bye for now, keep all those posts coming as I really enjoy reading them.
i have a couple of friends with crohns and irritable bowels i would like someone to describe to me in detail what happens when an attack comes on i think i would better understand what they go through and i am a bit too emmbarressed to ask them in person
Morning surpriseLast night I stayed up later than usual, had a great time. This morning I found out I had diarrhea during the night. No cramps, I did not wake at all. This is vey unusual for me, it is very rare that I would soil myself in sleep. And even then I would wake up immediately
Latest StoryHello, everyone! Here is a story from yesterday:
I drove my mom and my brothers to the psychology center. My 17 year old brother has schizophrenia, so he goes to therapy once a week. Anyway, he and my mom went to the therapist's office while my 11 year old brother and I waited in the waiting room. While we were playing games on our DS consoles, a man who was sitting across from us suddenly let out a loud, whiny fart and whispered, "Excuse me."
My brother didn't hear it since he had on headphones, but I was a bit amazed that someone would fart shamelessly like that in a public space, even though it probably shouldn't come as a surprise to me.
To TylerHey ive posted here before and this is my second post. Before I posted a story about how I used to get so constipated as a child, and one of the remedies my parents would treat me with was to cook a pot of beans and make me eat several bowls. Even if I was already bloated and not hungry, a big steaming bowl was placed in front of me and I had to eat it, then another, and usually a third but sometimes it was only two if I complained enough. By the end my stomach was so bloated and heavy and hard, I could barely move. The idea was to create so much gassy pressure that the poop would be forced out of me, and 9 out of 10 times it worked. It usually wasn't long before I was sitting on the toilet, involuntarily pushing out massive thick logs and bursts of flatulence.
Tyler: can you describe what the enemas were like when you were really constipated? How did your mother get the nozzle in if your anus was so plugged up? How did it feel as the water filled you up, even though were were already bloated and heavy with poop? And what was the resulting bowel movement like?
I'm female, late 20s, by the way.
BlockedHoly cow am I constipated. I haven't been able to shit more than just a couple of round turds every other day for the last week. I got a new job with a regular schedule, and I thought for sure that would get me on the pot at normal interviews. I dunno. I'm probably drinking too much coffee and not enough water.
Speaking of the new job, shortly it'll put me on the road fairly often, so I will hopefully start having some good stories of holding it while driving and of using the privacy of hotel rooms to my advantage, and do my business outside of the toilet.
comments & stuffTo: Tim great story it sounds like you got alot of great memorys with that outdoor toilet they will hopefuly last forever.
To: Jamal another great story about you watching your girlfriend Michelle pooping it sounds like she had a really good poop and I bet she felt pretty good afterwards to.
To: Millie first welcome to the site and great story it sounds like you really had to poop and alot to I bet you felt pretty good once you were done and please share anymore stories you may have thanks.
To: Natasha as always another great story it sounds like you had a pretty good poop in that portapotti and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
Well thats all for now.
Sincerly Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Tawnie's Survey.(1) when usin the bathroom are your pants at your ankels or where? They are usually at my ankles.
(2) do u spread your legs if so how wide? Yes, I spread them was wide as they can go.
( 3)on a scale 1-10 how hard do u have had to push to get your poop out? Anywhere between 5-8. Sometimes, 10.
(4) when pushin hard have u ever had your legs spread wide n pushing your toes hard to the floor n having your face all stunched up n red ? Yes
(5)when usin school or public bathrooms hav u seen other girls with thrrr pants around ankels n pressing toes hard to the floor? I've never seen girls with pants around their ankles. But I have seen girls/women with their toes pressed against the floor.
(6) how loud hav u had your plops n wat kind are they are they plops massive plops or ka plunks or splashes n wat other girls have u heard ? My plops are not usually too loud. For the most part, just little plops and splashes. I've never heard any any girls have big plops, just small ones.
(7) when constpated n workin on hard stubnorn poop have u ever had to dig it out ..i kno it sounds gross but it works... if u hav how do u dig..wat position u use the best and or have u ever had to or teach other girls help n hav to dig? I've never had to dig a stubborn poop out.
(8)do u grunt or are u quiet ? At home, I grunt. In public, I don't make a whole lot of noise on the toilet.
Studio Apartment EtiquetteTo Dracula, and to Catherine's response:
It sounds like Dracula's friend had a studio apartment, consisting of the main room (with bed) and a bathroom and kitchen alcove. The layout, in other words, would have made it difficult to move completely out of earshot of those loud and vigorous bathroom sounds emanating from Dracula's wife. That's a good idea, though--do whatever is necessary to divert attention away from that closed bathroom door!
Dracula's friend was probably secretly attracted to this woman--but she was already taken, so to him, that experience, especially the spontaneous intimacy just inside that door just a few feet away, was absolute torture! (I know the feeling, accidentally having heard beautiful women peeing and farting a few times.)
I recall life in a studio apartment, and this would have been my response:
While the female guest is in the bathroom, find some excuse, any excuse, to divert all attention to the kitchen! Ask if you can fix some coffee, tea, or water. (Even if the answer is no, run the water anyway, if only to wash your hands!) Then keep the faucet running a few moments to mask the sounds from the bathroom.
Diverting everyone's focus to the kitchen (where there is food, or at least water) should ease the awkwardness caused by that third party only doing what everyone must do.
Catherine, I like your suggestions, although I suppose my being male tells me that a candle in the bathroom is impractical, but who knows. Anyway, the air freshener spray which I always keep in there is probably more effective in killing odors.
Al fresco pissLast weekend it was late at night and I was coming home from a party. I took the bus home. As soon as I came out of the bus, I had to pee, and even though it wasn't a long way away from home, I couldn't hold it. So I sneaked behind a store, and found a spot in between two dumpsters. I backed into the spot and squatted. I pulled my pants and underwear forward to about my knees, and let loose with a copious stream of relief. It felt so good! Luckily, it was raining out, so I probably didn't leave a visible puddle.
So today I thought I would post about my first time experiencing a buddy dump ;)
I've always liked the idea but never had the chance... Until the other day, we were on camp and there was one big bathroom for the girls with no stalls, just 6 toilets 3 on one side and 3 on the other... Facing each other!!! Anyway, most girls were ok to pee in front of each other and I think I few had bms but I was waiting till night time. I felt the poo building up in me all day and was really looking forward to sitting alone and letting it all out. We didn't really go to sleep till about 1am but finally I had my chance. I went into the bathroom and to my surprise there was my teacher! She looked up from her book... She was pooping... It was too late to turn around and she told me to come in and that it is all natural. I sat down and pulled my pj pants down to the floor... 2 other girls came in too!!! They were obviously busting and had waited all day. Anyway we all ended up sitting down... I was across from the teacher and the other 2 were next to me. We all grunted and strained a bit but had a conversation at the same time! Eventually the bathroom was smelling soooo bad hahaha the teacher had a few waves of runny poo and was making a mess. It was a bit awkward but I'm glad I had this experience. I think because I was so tired I didn't care that I was in public!! I have never pooped with others before this!
Hey there. Comments :)
To Tyler and Steven A: Realised what you guys were talking about... I'm pretty much the same, gone through (I'm 16 yr old guy) and still going through constipation since young. I remember even when I was getting potty trained, my dad would have to give me an enema (back then I didn't know what it was except that my mom used to call it a 'tuk'.) I didn't like it back then, but now I use it a lot to get rid of all the clogged up stuff in me. Hope to get to know you guys better :)
To Anatomy Student: I get what you mean, I go though IBS quite a lot. I dun get your "Haley's Comet" cos I generally get big poops after few days of constipation. I tend to call the period "Examination Rain" where I get like really loose stools or even diarrhea during the exam periods. Right now I'm having my O levels, and pretty much the IBS has changed my usual 5pm schedule to 9am runs... Hope to get to know you better. Are you a guy or a girl?
Zip: I love your stories man. I admire how you can be so open towards pooping and how your friends get the chance to see you on the can. I like watching and listening to guys poop, but somehow I dun have the confidence to actually go up to a guy and ask whether we could have a buddy dump... Its sad.
Dracula: Great story about your wife's poop. The host must have been pretty turned on! I dunno but I was a bit turned on too when I read it :)
Pat: Wow it must be fun to get to hear and older woman that you love poop daily. Love has no boundaries man :) I have similar experiences, except that I hear my tuition teacher (I think she's 50ish) have her daily poop (probably due to the medications that she takes. She's got a liver problem and it has been affecting her system a lot recently.) It always starts during my lesson around 4:30pm, she stumbles off to her bathroom, which has windows in the house.
Hope to get to know more of you guys :) Happy Poops :D
For Steven A.Hi Steven!
Wow....12 inches long and 2-3" wide....that is one awesome dump. I'm glad it was soft and didn't hurt....I have a friend like you who doesn't go for like 4 or 5 days....and then just does these huge long craps....but they aren't hard and they don't hurt. You are SOOOOO lucky :)
I wonder if it really was the cheese that plugged you up? You're normally so regular; hard to imagine it being just that.
Did you fart when you finally pooped? With all that poop in you...it would be difficult for the farts to get past it; eh? I love farting when I poop.....but it doesn't happen very often.
Ask me more questions if you want.....I like answering your questions.
So I just found this forum! So cool!
I am a woman who doesn't mind letting out large stinky farts or pooping. Something so natural shouldn't be so taboo?
I happen to need to pass gas at the most inappropriate times. This has been occurring a lot at work. Today I had the farts bad. I went to the bathroom the first few times I got the urge thinking that I needed to push out a bm. No such luck. By the the third time, I just decided to hold in my farts until I went on my lunch break. It was uncomfortable but as soon as I took my lunch break, I headed to my car, sat down on the seat and let out an enormous fart. That felt so good! I went to lunch and came back to the office. I thought I was done with the gas attack but then another wave of pressure hit me. This time, I just decided to pass it quietly at my seat. No smell or sound thank goodness! By the time I got home from work, I was ready to take a much needed dump. I went to the bathroom and proceed to push out a nice solid poop. It was a big one so it made sense that I was gassy all day. I flushed and went back to relaxing.
Oh and question: Do you guys fart in front of friends? I haven't yet. I try to let my friends do it before me so I know that I have the green light to do so. And now since I had one of my friends do it to me, I can to it to them the next time we hang out! Yes, this friend is a guy haha.
A while ago at the beachI used to live near the coast and when I was at secondary school I would often go to our nearest seaside town and swim/sunbathe.
One time when I was 13 or 14 I went on a great sunny day, only to find I had missed the tide and was just faced with mudflats. Still it was warm so I found a good place at the back of the concrete slope up to the sea wall, changed into my swimming trunks and lay down to soak up the sun.
After an hour or so I felt the need for a pee (I had drunk a couple of cans of cola). The nearest toilets were a long walk so I decided to find another way. There were quite a few people on the beach - but nearly all in front of me and mostly facing the sea.
After a few minutes thought, I slipped my towel from underneath me and draped it over my legs as if I was getting changed. I then took off my swimming trunks under the towel, parted my legs a little and raised my knees to prevent me from getting pee on my towel. I then just reached down and aimed into a small dip in the concrete surface.
Now this had seemed a pretty foolproof plan at first. But I quickly filled the small hole and rather than it draining away as I had expected, it began to overflow and run down the concrete slope. This quickly became very visible on a hot sunny day - but I still needed to empty my bladder.
By now a pair of older girls (perhaps 16 or 17) had noticed the little stream. One of them looked round and saw that it was coming from my direction - I went crimson with embarrassment. She spoke to her friend and then they both turned over so they were looking up towards me and were giggling and whispering to each other...and they seemed determined to stay that way.
Although I had finished by then, I was still sitting just behind a fairly obvious small pool of urine with only a towel covering me and my trunks at my side. I guess they had already seen enough under the towel anyway - so I decided just to reach down and put my trunks back on - they certainly got a good view of "The Source" of that particular little river. Putting my trunks back on was trickier than taking them off had been, as there had been some changes down there by now, but I managed.
The other night, as I was getting ready for bed, I got hit with a massive urge to poop. Like, one second there was no need and then the next, I was at the "find a toilet NOW" stage of desperation!
I scurried to the bathroom and plopped myself down on the toilet and immediately a deluge of soft logs rushed out of me. I was fully emptied out in less than twenty seconds. The smell was atrocious though. I flushed just to cut down on the smell, and then set to wiping my very messy bottom.
Hope you enjoyed my story. Bye.
Town Toilet PoopI live in the United Kingdom and work for a large multiple store in the center of Newport, South Wales. I have been a reader of Toilet-stool.com for a year or so now getting a lot of fun and excitement from the people that share there experiences here. I was always curious and, to be honest, quite excited by the term often used 'buddy dumping.' I think its fair to say that in the UK generally we are more conservative and private in our toilet habits. I have always liked to be next to another woman as she had a poop, I can't fully explain why I feel the need, I just feel safer, maybe it's a sort of camaraderie, whatever. I decided to show my best friend and work mate Cathy this internet site and then asked her what she thought of 'buddy dumping.' To my delight she said she liked the idea and we agreed to start to go to the toilet together. The first couple of times we both did a pee and there was no time to chat but one morning I had to go for a poop and called my supervisor to tell her I needed to leave my check-out post to go to the toilet. Cathy who had a check-out position three away from me noticed me asking the supervisor and I watched as I headed to the ladies that she was calling the supervisor too. In the staff toilets there are eight cubicles, I saw three were occupied, two next to each other and one two cubicles away. I went right down the line to the last two and waited until I saw Cathy coming through the outer door. I waved to her and then went into the last cubicle. I heard Cathy go into the next cubicle to me as I was lifting my skirt. I called out to her in a low voice, trying to make sure the others in the toilets didn't hear me, "I really gotta have a poop Cathy." As I was sliding my panties down I was delighted and excited to hear Cathy say she had to have a poop as well. My ???? churned over and I pooped and peed at the same time, gasping as my ???? churned and ached. I could hear Cathy unbuckling the belt on her slacks and then pushing them down to crumble around her shoes beside me. She pooped with a sort of squeaky farting sound and she asked me if I was alright. "Yeah," I sighed quietly, "ooh Cathy my bum is burning, I had to go so badly." Cathy was pushing and under the partition I could see her black shoes, toes pressed down, heels raised, straining to go. She giggled and said, "Yvonne, it's great to share with you, so glad you are with me." Her voice was high as she strained to poop and it made me feel so good to have her with me. We could hear a couple of toilets flushing and the others in the ladies leaving and washing there hands. Cathy giggled and said, "I wonder if they heard us talking?" I giggled back and told her, "Got no idea, but I'm glad you're here." We went a bit quiet then as we pooped and sort of rested between straining to go. I finished first and was wiping my bum as Cathy finished. She joined me as I washed my hands and then, suddenly, quite out of the blue, she kissed me on the cheek and said she felt marvelous. I had to admit I felt good too.
That was really my first experience of buddy dumping but since then several of the store girls have joined us, and sometimes we have a big buddy dump rally, three four of us all having a poop at the same time. Somehow buddy dumping has made us closer, better friends. I am wondering if there has been anybody, particularly in the UK, but anywhere else too, that have found that 'buddy-dumping' as a way to forming closer friendships?
DisappointmentVisiting back east. Went to the infamous men's room at Washington Sq park with a row of open toilets - no stalls, no partitions. Just exposure...
But it's gone !!!!!!
Torn down to make room for a "state of the art comfort station"
I don't like their taste in "art."
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Diarrhoea due?Think I might be coming down with the stomach flu! I just went to the toilet and did a few waves of soft serve poop. I'm sat here now witha full feeling in my bowels, stomach cramps and a fairly urgent need to poo! :( I'll let you know how it goes...
Has anyone else got an upset ???? atm?
ConstipationFor the past 7-10 days I've been battling constipation again - going through my repertoire of foods and supplements that are meant to ease the problem. But still pretty much every time I did a dooh it was either a really uncomfortable struggle to push the evil out, or I can't get it out at all without using a soap suppository.
Hey again, I posted a story last week about my boyfriend having an accident on the beach and I've thought of another that I'd like to share. I'm 22, and a slim, white female. My boyfriend is 24, african american, and slightly solid (I'd say chubby, but he's actually really muscular.) Right after I posted that story last week I was waiting at home for him to come home from work around 3 pm. When he finally got home I was happy to see him so I jumped up and gave him a big hug. He groaned and pushed away, then said, "Don't squeeze me, you'll make me go to the bathroom on myself again!". I then noticed that he didn't seem like his usual happy self coming home from work and he was a few hours early. "Again?" I asked. He nodded and stripped to his underwear. I asked him to see what had happened and he began to cry before showing me the dark stains on his gray boxer briefs. Apparently while he was at work (in a department store) they became really busy and he was unable to use the bathroom for a long time. When the crowd left he tried to go, but somebody had broken the one toilet that there was for the whole store and they had to call somebody to fix it. The whole time he was desperate because he hadn't used the bathroom to pee or poop since the night before. He held out as long as he could before he felt his pee started to leak out onto his underwear. He had it under control and was holding himself until his coworker called for him over the intercom to help a customer. The shock of hearing his name called caused him to lose control. The next thing he knew it, he was standing behind a shelf and peeing full force into his work khakis. Then, his muscles gave out and he started to poop his pants. It was diarrhea so it soaked through. He was too upset to tell me what happened next so I took him to the shower and peeled off his dirty clothes. I got in with him and helped him clean the dried diarrhea off the inside of his thighs and put his pants into the wash, all the while cooing to him and telling him that he was going to be alright. He had to jump out in the middle to have diarrhea on the toilet and I could tell it was going to be one hell of a night. Thankfully, he calmed down enough to tell me the end of the story of his bad day. His coworker came to find him and was less than understanding of his accident. However, once he alerted the boss to what had happened, HE was understanding and allowed J to come home for the rest of the night.
He's not the only one who has these kinds of accidents but I'm still a little shy to talk about myself. I'm new, okay?? Maybe next time. :)
Wood ToiletsHi there, it's Tim again, this time with another childhood story. Near our house, there was very thick bushland, where all the neighbourhood kids would play after school. For a toilet, we dug 4 holes side by side, which you squatted over to do your pees and poops. Girls would squat next to boys and cut the loudest farts, no shame at all. I remember one time I was doing a number 2 and a girl rushed up next to me, whipped her skirt up, threw down her panties and squatted low over the hole before releasing a muddy river of diarrhoea. All we had to wipe with were leaves, but they worked fine. Another time, a girl wearing jeans and a belt came up next to me when I was peeing, loosened her belt, unzipped her pants and peed standing like a man! I was very impressed, and so was everyone else!
To Tyler(1) After the ham and cheese sandwiches....were you aware that you weren't pooping? Like....would you purposely sit on the toilet and push? Or; did the days just go by without you really thinking about it? I was aware and I just waited until I got my urge to go, and if I didn't go for a few more days, I would have eventually told my mom.
(2) When you finally went.....was the poop hard? Longer? Wider? Did it hurt or did it feel good? It was soft, longer, and it didn't hurt at all. It was as long as a ruler (12 inches), (2 - 3 inches around I guess) it all went down in one flush because I flushed before I wiped.
I had another experience with Michelle yesterday. I got off work and went to pick her up from school. She goes to college. Anyway, while we were drivin in the car, I hear her stomach go brrrggghhhhh. She said "ooh baby, I got to go pretty bad. I told her it was okay cause we were almost to my place and I had to go to. So when we got inside, Michelle walks herself to my bathroom, pulls everything down and plops her booty on my throne. She pushed out a small fart,then released 2 fat,brown logs from between her legs. As the logs were sliding out, Michelle was smiling and saying ahh because it felt so good. This got me excited cause I love it when girls enjoy their toilet time. Its a big turn on.Michelle said, I been holding this poop in all day. I sat down on the side of the bathtub while she pushed out a few more brown morsels. By this time, a nice funky, stench was building up in my bathroom. It was like perfume to me. After Michelle pushed out her last little bit, she said "damn that felt good. I love poopin. It's my favorite thing to do at the end of the day. When I get home from school, I just want to sit on my throne, like an African queen, and poop and fart away. I asked her did pooping in front of guys turn her on and she said yes because its considered unladylike and dirty, so you feel like a bad girl for doing it. I love when girls talk about going to the bathroom. The conversation really turned me on.
Then she started telling me about a white boyfriend that she once had. She said one night, she had to go so bad that she pooped in his toilet and forgot to flush. When her boyfriend went in the bathroom, he was so shocked by how big the logs in the toilet were,that he started calling her his little poop princess. We both laughed at this story. Then, I said "alright girl, its my turn." Michelle wiped, then got up. I looked in the toilet and admired her nice healthy dump. Then I sat my booty down and began to push. A medium sized, deep brown log slid out into the toilet. I pushed a little more, but nothing else came out except for some raunchy gas. So I wiped. But I left the funk soup we made in the toilet. .
I am a 15 year old girl with long brown hair and am 5foot 3inches.
Today at school, I was standing at lunchtime talking to my friends and I farted. It made a sort of popping noise but didn't really smell. It gave me an urge to poo though.
I don't mind doing a poo in public but I object to doing it in a busy toilet.
I told my best friend Hailey that I needed a poo and she just laughed and said she would see me in class. I didn't go into the ordinary girls bathroom as it would be busy and I didn't want people to hear me going, so I went to the private bathroom around the corner. If any of my friends have gone for a poo in the past they went to this one.
There was a younger girl in there so I had to wait for a couple of minutes until she came out.
I entered the bathroom which had a toilet bowl in the right hand side and a sink in front of me.
I sat my bag down and rolled my skirt up to my waist before pushing my tights and pants to just below my knees. I slowly and gently sat my thighs down on the warm toilet seat.
I heard feet walking past the door as I did a quick pee before I started my poo. Once my pee had finished, I began to push a piece of poo out of my bum, it crackled as it was coming out and it quickly slid out of my bum into the water. Another piece the same came out right after.
Someone tried to open the door but thankfully it was locked, it still made my legs jump a little bit though.
a liquidy stream of poo followed and I just kept pushing it out for about 5 minutes. I kept pushing my bum to get more out but I think I emptied myself as I could only produce an airey, squeaky fart.
I pulled off a big piece of toilet roll and wiped my bum. Lots of poo was on the roll as my bum was very messy. I wiped a further 6 times and got a bit further into my bum every time. A little bit of poo must have splashed onto my bum cheeks so I gave the outside a wipe over as well. I wiped my girl part to dry it.
I got off the toilet and pulled my pants up over my bum. I pulled my tights back up to the top of my thighs before rolling my skirt down to mid-thigh height. I washed my hands and ensured my skirt was down properly before exiting the loo.
A girl in my class, Lynsay was standing outside waiting for me to finish and she said "you took your time" in a giggling tone. I told her "youll know why when you go in"
comments & stuffTo: Rachypoo great stories it sounds like you had a great poop and I bet that woman felt better once she was done.
To: Catherine great accident story.
To: Dracula great story about hearing your wifes friend having a giant poop.
To: Abbie great poop story
Well thats all for now.
Sincerly Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Response to DraculaDracula,
I cannot comment on how a man feels about a woman using the bathroom - it seems that many on this forum find it attractive, while others (many probably do not visit the forum) find it repulsive to think about.
However, the polite thing to do would have been for your friend to invite you both to step out of the room while your wife was using the toilet.
As a woman, it does put you in an awkward position to have a bowel movement when you are in a social situation. It happens and many times, when a woman has to go, she has to go - at least that is the truth for me.
Most guys probably don't think of what a bathroom ought to look like if company, especially female, is coming but these are a few particulars:
2. Extra rolls of toilet paper in plain sight
3. Air Freshener (A candle already lit is preferred, but I can't imagine many men's apartments having such)
5. Fresh hand towels
6. A small waste basket near the toilet
7. A plunger nearby
Too, I am sure that it was awkward for you, but if you ever find yourself in that situation, probably the best thing to do is to ask the host if you both can move to another room. I am sure you love your wife, and sometimes you have to do the uncomfortable to protect her privacy :)
But, it was we
ZipLove your posts. I found some pictures online of one guy chatting with another who is on the can. Nothing sexual. Just the ultimate in being good friends. Really puts the "buddy" in buddy dump. Thanks for sharing your experiences.
I'm traveling. If I can get a morning off I may have some new experiences to tell about...
Manager taking a good dump at workWent to the toilet yesterday for a pee and was followed in by one of the managers. I went to the urinal and he went into the first cubicle. He is a good looking guy, probably in his early fifties with a full head of grey hair.
I heard him undo his belt and take down his trousers and pants, then the clunk as he sat down on the toilet seat. I started to have my pee and heard a loud fart come from his cubicle, followed by a series of very quick and loud plops. Then a short break, then more plops - probably about 10 - 12 in all. He must really have needed a good shit. I looked through the gap under the cubicle door and his trousers and pants were pulled right down round his ankles with his belt resting on the floor. The angle of his legs suggested that he sits on the toilet with his legs wide open. It's great to know that the managers sometimes have to give into nature and have a good shit at work.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Hey everyone. I'm sorry for not posting in so long. Things got really busy for me and a lot has happened since I last posted. But in any case, I'm going to try and post more often again.
On with my story, then. Last weekend, I went to a music festival with some friends from school. We got there early, but still there was a bit of a queue to get in. I had been starting to need a wee and a poo before we arrived and after queueing, my needs were fairly urgent. I told my friends I wanted to use the loo before the event started and they all agreed that was a good idea.
We went to find some toilets, but all they had were portaloos. I don't normally like to use them, but when you gotta go... We found a row of portaloos and they were mostly empty. All five of us were able to go right in.
Surprisingly, the portaloo I was in didn't smell too bad. I guess it was early enough that not many people had used it yet. By the end of the festival it would probably be awful. Anyway, I sat down and started to wee. I weed for a while and then did a few farts. I could feel my poo almost ready to come out. I gave a slight push and was able to drop a few pieces.
There was more in me though. I managed a few more farts and pushed again and felt a big poo creep out. It was a long one too. I finished with a few smaller bits and then wiped my front and my bum. The portaloo had waterless hand sanitiser that I used and then I left. My friends were all waiting for me and we had a great time at the festival.
I did need a wee towards the end, but it was a mild urge and I really didn't want to use the portaloo again, so I held it and had a relieving wee when I got home, in my clean bathroom.
Thanks for sharing again. That was a great story. Sorry about the break-up, though. So looking back do you think you really could have made it to the toilet but subconsciously wanted to have an accident and soil yourself?
As to your question: "Yet, there's this one thing - why does it feel good to have an accident? And, why am I so obsessed with bowel movements, defecating, and everything that goes with it? I look back and wonder if that is something I do not want a significant other to find out."
I don't know. Maybe there was something deep in your childhood to cause the "obsession", maybe not. Maybe it just feels good because it feels good! I know that's how it feels to me!
Then you said, "And, that's why I never decided to stage an accident until the other day. But, for now, I have to go (yes, to the bathroom!) and will write about that later."
So does that mean you DID "stage and accident" the other day and deliberately soiled yourself? So excited to hear about it! :)
An Unpleasant Toilet ExperienceAs a few of you might recall, I have cerebral palsy and I post on this web site occasionally although, truth to tell, this is one of my favorite sites as I have had a lifelong fascination with all things bathroom/toilet related. I don't post that often because most of my bathroom visits are fairly mundane, but a few days ago I had a doozie of a problem in the bathroom. Warning,: this is pretty gross so read on at your own risk :)
A few days my wife and I were going to an afternoon concert and late in the morning I took a bath and got cleaned-up to go out. Shortly after getting out of the tub, I felt the need for a BM; it wasn't
an urgent need, but I figured I'd better go then as I didn't want to deal with this away from home if it got to the point where I'd have a difficult time holding it. We were going to be away for about five
I got situated on the toilet and began pushing and within a few minutes I pooped. Sometimes when I have a bowel movement I can tell that it hasn't completely cleared the area between my cheeks and
so I typically wait of few minutes for gravity to take over before I attempt to wipe myself. However, it seemed like I only did a little bit in the toilet and it didn't feel like there was any poop remaining
between my cheeks. So, since I was a little pressed for time I began wiping myself right away (I usually procrastinate before I start to get wiped). I didn't pull off much toilet paper (more by accident than design), but since I had only a small BM, I didn't think it would matter.
Wrong. Because of my disability, I usually shift to the left on the toilet seat and try to raise my right buttock off the toilet seat to gain accesses to that area for getting wiped. As I reached
under myself and started to get wiped, I had this awful sensation on my fingers and I immediately knew what was wrong. I removed my hand to discover that my thumb and several fingers were covered with
poop (I warned you this was gross). This isn't the first time I've had this kind of problem and I always hate it when it happens. The smell was horrible and I quickly reached over to the sink (which is
immediately next to the toilet), and began running hot water over my hand. Once I got the poop rinsed off, I then got the soap and did a good hand-washing. Of course, I wasn't finished wiping myself and now I was worried that I had more poop to remove from down there. So I unrolled a large length of toilet paper and folded it into a wide, thick swath to totally protect my hand as I resumed wiping myself. Much to my surprise, although the toilet paper was dirty, there was no
poop on it like there had been on my hand. So, I wiped myself one more time and at this point I knew I was fairly clean.
As I said earlier, I can usually tell when I have poop stuck between my cheeks, and I pretty much know how to deal with. The surprise was that it seemed liked everything was in the toilet (and not much at that) but it wasn't as I soon found out.
ResponsesAlyssa: I was just reading your post and can totally relate. I'm 32 now, but played volleyball, basketball and softball all through high school, and played college volleyball. Like you, I have two bowel movements daily - then and still do - and when I miss one, the next one comes on strong. I shared a story about this on p. 1817 I think, if you are interested. My first post was p. 1811. Thanks for posting!
To Kim H: Hi! I am 32, still single, and have had three solid accidents in my post potty training life. I have to admit that it was strange that it felt good. Would love to hear more about your experiences, as I am still trying to understand it myself. That's why I came to this forum :)
For Steven A and othersThis happened years ago. I ate a big sandwich and it had cheese in it well I felt a blockage in me for a few days and I took some of that Phillips lax and it help. I filled the toilet up half way.
Car Mom. I'm glad to here from you, I thought something might had happened to you.
Strange bowels and an interesting observationI have ibs. I can't deny it. Somedays I have the runs, some are hard marbles. There is a "sweet spot" when my poop is in the upper middle of the Bristol stool scale though. I average about 1 week of perfect poo per month. Today I got off work and turtle-headed at home. I went and sat on the toilet and had a large, hard chunk come out all at once. This has only happened once before about 2 years ago, so I'm dubbing it the "Haley's Comet" turd, since it is so rare. Anyone else have similar schedules?
Now what I found interesting. I read the FAQ page since there were never stupid comments and realized they get filtered. Keep up the great work moderators, this site stays clean and that is how a toilet should stay, clean. ;)
I'm on the toilet right now :) hehe
I just got home and I'm sure my body knows when I get home because all of a sudden I will get this feeling that I need to have a bm.
Anyway, I sat down and one big log came out nice and easy, it was nice and firm too, I have done a few smaller logs, usually I wipe and get straight off the toilet but this time since I'm home alone I thought I would just sit here and see what happens :)
So I'm sitting here and there is actually more coming out right now, nice, I'm glad I stayed in the toilet. It doesn't smell bad so that's good hey :)
Anyway I thought I would tell you all another story.
Me and my sister were driving along the highway when we saw a car pulled over and the lady who was driving was squatting next to the door with her bum facing the highway!
There was a long poo hanging out her bum and coming out quite fast, she must have been really desperate to have to pull over.
Anyway, people keep posting more about buddy dumps please!
Bye for now,
Welcome back Car MomFunny I have just been re-reading some of Car Mom's posts lately, and wondering if she'd ever be back, and suddenly there she was! It's so great to have you back, I absolutely love hearing you relate your experiences. Please keep up the peeing, in your car and wherever else takes your fancy and I hope you find lots of others to share the enjoyment with you. Looking forward to your next post.
Third Solid AccidentI have not had a chance to share this yet, but I wanted share the story of my third solid accident. In the spring of 2011 I broke up with a guy I had been dating for several months. It was a mutual, amicable separation as far as the relationship, but devastating for me, being, at the time 30 years old and never able to hold down an intimate relationship for a long time. It's not getting a date that is the problem, but allowing someone to get close, if that makes sense.
However, I went to the beach that weekend with some friends. We stayed in my parents condo. We talked and they consoled me, and then we just had a good time, to take my mind off of things. We ate a lot of seafood and other things. As for my bowel movements, I was regular all weekend, accept Sunday morning when we were packing up to return home. I drove, and was going to take the others home. We took our time, ate a big lunch at a Chili's and then we were on our way. About two hours away, I knew a bowel movement was coming on, but I just do not like to do that at gas stations or rest areas (though I have in emergency situations).
After I dropped my friends off, I headed back to my condo. I began crying again, but then also could feel a huge urge to go to the bathroom. My stomach was tight and bloated, not cramping painfully, but I felt a lot of pressure. I knew my rectum was full, and felt the load pressing against my anus. I thought it could give way at any moment. I was wearing short, but not necessarily tight fitting white shorts with some simple Hanes Her Way panties and so I was worried that if I lost control my clothes would not contain my mess.
However, I made it to the condo, parked and got out of the car grabbed one of my smaller bags and headed up the stairs. The "gotta go" feeling got worse standing and walking (more like waddling). I hurriedly opened the door of the condo, dropped the bag and shut the door and locked it. The pressure was intense, but it was making me forget my sadness and depression, if that makes any sense.
And so, I set my keys down on the counter and slowed my urgency to get to the toilet down. Now, I think all of this happened within seconds to a couple of minutes. I had to go so bad, my heart was beating rapidly because of hurrying up the stairs and fearing that I would not make it to the condo.
Maybe I could have made it to the toilet or maybe I could not but I defecated a massive firm solid load into my pants for only the third time in my life. Everything just came out with one large push, involuntarily. I did pee a little while this was happening, but not much.
Now, for a few moments I had forgotten everything and felt a feeling of euphoria. But, of course, the thought of cleaning up made me come down from that feeling.
After that, I took a pharmacist position in my home town and moved home with my parents. Thankfully, I sold the condo within a year and am starting over with my life.
Yet, there's this one thing - why does it feel good to have an accident? And, why am I so obsessed with bowel movements, defecating, and everything that goes with it? I look back and wonder if that is something I do not want a significant other to find out. And, that's why I never decided to stage an accident until the other day. But, for now, I have to go (yes, to the bathroom!) and will write about that later.
Most of my friends I wouldn't want to see taking a dump, because it would just be a bit weird.. But I do have this one buddy who is part Middle Eastern and part Eastern European who is very attractive. I've never had the chance to see him crap, but I thnk it would be hot to see him pushing out a log with his briefs and jeans down around his ankles. I wonder if he has everything down at his ankles or keeps is clothes up at thigh level. If he stands to wipe or stays seated. He has talked about pooping with me before, though. We just didn't get into details. He knows I stand to wipe though.
A few weeks back I was taking a dump in a restroom with no doors on the stall. A buddy of mine was with me and watched me drop a load. I was back there recently and sent my friend a picture of me on the can. He texted me back and said, nice legs, nice cock, nice briefs, but where's the crap? Heheh.... I guess I have to send him a more detailed pic next time!
Response to RURaging urophile:
There are two scenarios that could have been happening here. The first like you suspected was some type of foul play. Don't be afraid to just stand in the bathroom at all, you could be that girls lifeline from abuse. If this man had nothing to hide or was not doing anything wrong he will just go about his business. Never feel bad about stepping up when you feel a child is in danger.
The other scenario could be the girl was special needs and the facility did not have one of those bathrooms special for families.
From what you described though it sounds very shady, don't be afraid to report this to a manager at the theater or call the police in the future to with your gut,it's better for you to feel "embarrassed" than have a child be abused.
And it's not too late to report the incident
Powerful Shit by Wife at friend'sMe and my wife were at a friends house. Had to do some paper work. My wife is 24 very attractive, slim but curvy and this guy is already quite impressed by her. Anyway, so suddenly my wife whispers in my ear that she has to use the bathroom. Now she has strange bathroom habits. She is not bathroom shy at all in front of ladies. She can shit with stall door open and ladies waiting in line in front of the door. But in front of guys, she usually does not even want to say that she has to use the toilet. On the other hand she either does not know that bathroom noises exist or once she decides to go at someone's place she completely ignores all shame and just concentrates on the task.
So I tell her to just ask and go but she refuses. But after about 15 minutes she thought she couldn't hold it any more so asked the guy "can I use your bathroom" and of course he is all like yah sure and opens the door for her. Now we three are sitting in a small bedroom (the only room in his apartment) which is super quite and the bathroom is all tiled up and of the kind which seems to have been installed with an automatic megafone. Even the slightest sound is heard where we are sitting. You can say it was just like the person in the bathroom is sitting by your side and is just invisible.
So she goes in and we both hear her lower her panties and sit on the toilet. After a few seconds she produces a heavy gush of pee straight into the water in the toilet. She always pees with a strong force and at that moment it feels like a water hose is turned on. She has this incredible ability to pee gushing amounts for a long time. So while she is peeing, I look at the face of the guy and his color is all changed and he is feeling uncomfortable. I tried to talk to him and even the words come broken from him. After about a minute she stops and the guy is relieved a bit but she starts again with same force for about 30 seconds more.
But there is more to come. After finishing with peeing, she starts moaning and farting. And we hear many bloops. She must have about 5 rounds of shit and it takes her about 5 minutes of constant grunting and some farts which we can hear all loud in the room. Meanwhile I tried to talk to the guy but he was almost lost and over powered. So at last she wiped (which of course we could hear again) and comes out after flushing washing etc. and sits down as if nothing happened. And starts talking and all as if we nothing happened. But that guy is not able to look in the eyes of either of us. Probably it was the power of shameless shit of a beautiful woman.
comments & stuffTo: Alyssa first weclome to the site and great story about your big poop it sounds like you really had to go alot and I bet you felt pretty great afterwards to and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.
To: Jamal great story about you getting to watch your friend Michelle poop it sounds like she gave you a good show and really had to go to and please share anymore stories you have about her thanks.
To: Megan as always another great poop story.
To: Quinn great story it sounds like she really had to poop alot.
UKNGuy great catch.
Well thats all for now.
Sincerly Brandon T
PS. I love this site
For Steven A.Hiya Steven....
Sure; I'll answer your questions.
Cheese. I'm sure it would plug me up if I ate enough of it....but I don't really do that so I can't say for sure.
How long have I been constipated: I had my worst constipation when I was younger. There were times I would go two weeks with no poop at all. And; even when I could go.... my poops were very hard and small.....and I had to push real hard to just get anything out. I've grown out of it though.
Laxatives: I used to sneak them from the store because I was too ashamed to purchase them. But; they wouldn't really work for me; I was just too plugged up. About the only thing that would work was an enema.
Now....a question for you:
(1) After the ham and cheese sandwiches....were you aware that you weren't pooping? Like....would you purposely sit on the toilet and push? Or; did the days just go by without you really thinking about it?
(2) When you finally went.....was the poop hard? Longer? Wider? Did it hurt or did it feel good?
More comfortable way to dumpI was at the gym this morning and had to drop a deuce. I remembered the way a high school buddy of mine used to take off his pants and briefs while on the toilet. I went into the stall and took off my shorts, placed them n the tank, then took off my briefs and placed them back there as well. I sat down and lifted my heels, placing them against the toilet. I brought my knees together, a little push, and bam, a nice log pops out. I did it a few more times and everything came out nicely. I wipe from the front first and there were no clothes in the way. Then I stand up to finish, and that was quite easy too. The guy n the next stall must have known I was butt naked because I had to step back into my clothes before I left the stall. Hmmm..... I may need to try this more often.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Being in a relationship with a much older woman than myself has brought back a memory from high school involving another much older lady who was filling in as a substitute teacher for one of my classes one day when I got the shits really bad and had to ask to be excused to use the restroom "before it was too late" to quote my exact words. The class was in a portable classroom outside the building and it was more like a study hall for kids like me that were having difficulty with some of our classes and needed special tutoring. There were only a couple of kids in the class during the period when I was there, and that day none of the others was there, so it was just me and this elderly sub who was filling in for the regular teacher who was sick-probally with the same bug that I was suffering from that day.
It was my second class after lunch, and I had stasrted feeling uncomfortable in the math class before it and had to ask to be excused to use the toilet. I remember the cramps as being excruciating, literally doubling me over as I rushed down the hall to the bathroom and sat down in the stall just in time before some really watery diarrhea gushed out in wave after wave. Felt better after siting for almost 10 minutes and went back to class, but had to go again very urgently between classes, so I rushed to the boys room again and dropped my jeans just in time to sit and let out more wAtery waves. I was trapped there for another 10 min, and now I was late for the special class. Nothing to do but go and tell the teacher the truth that I was not feeling well with diarrhea.
So I got there, and just outside the door of the classroom, I started to feel another rumble in my lower gut. I went in and here was this older sub that I mentioned above, a very pleasant lady with a kind face and a nice smile. Like I said it was just me and her in there that day. I expl;ained to her why I was late and she became very concerned, she said that if I needed to use the restroom, I could just get up and go, no questions asked. Now as I said, this was in a portable classroom, with the boys and girls bathrooms right there in the hallway between the two classrooms on either end. The other classroom was vacant, so we had full access to the toilet facilities.
This teacher was really worried about me having an accident in school and told me that if I didn't feel any better by the end of that period, I was to stay in there with her and be near the toilet, she
had no more classes scheduled after that period, and she could have me excused from the rest of my classes if necessary.
Well, just about that time, a major cramp hit me big time, doubling me right over like a ton of bricks. I honestly thought tha
t I was about to crap my jeans right there in front of this nice lady. But fortunately, they subsided enough for me to catch my breatn and straighten up. The teacher was was holding the hallway door leading to the restrooms open, saying "Go Patrick, go, before it's too late." I rushed past her into the boys room, and in my haste, I only threw the door half-shut as I wrestled with my belt and zipper and sat my bottom down on the seat, once again, just in time. I heard her gasp, and then I saw her face through the crack in the door as she said "Just stay in there, Patrick, until you feel better" before she shut the door.
She was good to her word in getting me excused from the rest of my classes, and when my stomached settled down enough where she thought I wouldn't soil myself, she walked with me to the school nurse's office and helped explain everything. I'll never forget this dear old lady who was as kind as a grandmother to me when I was having a real bad day.
Poo today at schoolHi everyone, Abbie here again with a story from today, will get to it in a minute.
Megan- glad to hear you're still going more regularly, does that also mean you don't need to spend as long on the toilet when you go for a poo? When I'm able to go every day or every other day its easier to push my poo out and I can get finished a bit quicker, which is good if I'm trying to find the time to have a poo at school. The doorless loos you used when you wanted a poo at the park sound interesting, the girl next to you was probably relieved when she realised you were having a poo as well!
Anyway, back to my story from today, I got to school late again and so didn't get chance to use the loo before lessons. I've been pretty rubbish at getting out of bed lately and because I've missed my after breakfast loo visit a few times I'm starting to get a bit constipated, at the moment I'm going three or four days between poos which means I'm having to spend a while on the toilet straining and pushing hard which is a pain. By lunchtime today I could feel a big poo coming, I wasn't that keen on the idea of trying to have it at school because I knew I was going to need to spend ages on the loo but equally I didn't want to wait until I got home and then lose the urge so I decided to go after I'd eaten my lunch. I went off to the English block loos and started to queue for a cubicle, it was pretty busy and I had to wait a few minutes. Judging by the speed the cubicles were freeing up a lot of girls were there for the same reason as me, I overheard the two girls in front of me talking and one of them said she was bursting for a poo. Eventually I got a cubicle and locked the door, I lifted my skirt and lowered my tights and orange pants before sitting on the warm seat. I was quite desperate for a wee too so I relaxed and felt it starting to flow out and splash loudly into the bowl, it went on for quite a while before I was done! I was in an end cubicle and my neighbour was the girl who'd said she needed a poo while we were waiting, I looked across in her direction and saw her trousers and green pants at her feet, as I listened she farted and made a slight grunt so I knew she was straining to poo. I took a deep breath and bore down, I did a loud fart too and then I felt my poo move down inside me and shortly after start to poke out of my bum, I gasped as I felt this massive hard, dry log coming out. I pushed hard and managed to get the log part way out, I was doing my best not to make any noise but couldn't help letting a few grunts out, luckily my neighbour started to let out some louder grunts as well so at least I wasn't alone! I realised the log was stuck then as I'd been straining for a couple of minutes and couldn't get it to budge so I squeezed my legs together, reached round and pulled my bum cheeks apart and went up on my toes as I did a monster push, I was really embarrassed as I made a loud grunt after that push which pretty much everyone must have heard but luckily it did the trick and got my poo moving again. Next door my neighbour was straining as well, I heard her make some more grunts and then her seat started creaking so I guessed she was jiggling around trying to get her poo to drop, this was confirmed a few minutes later by a loud plop and sigh of releaf. After a few more hard pushes I felt the log starting to move faster and soon after it plopped down into the bowl, I knew there was more to come so I stayed sitting and started to bear down again. Next door my neighbour was done, she flushed and pulled up her pants and trousers and went out of her cubicle. I now had a new neighbour as I was pushing out my second log, which was still a bit hard but not as bad as the first one. I heard her pulling down her clothes and sitting on the seat, she farted loudly and then moaned as a volley of plips and plops fell into the bowl, she was clearly bursting. Just then my poo dropped with a plop and I knew I was done, I took some loo paper and wiped my bottom, it didn't take many wipes as my poo was so hard and dry. I pulled up my pants and tights and let down my skirt, then went out of cubicle as my neighbour was still plopping away and washed my hands. Hope you enjoyed this story, will post again soon, bye for now!!
Took a huge poop this morningHi. I'm a 15 year old girl. I have long, straight, blonde hair and brown eyes. I have a story to share with everybody here. The main action happened this morning (Saturday), but it really started yesterday afternoon...
I play on my school's women's basketball team and yesterday evening we had a home game. Right after school let out, I tried to go to the bathroom and poop. I normally poop twice a day, once in the morning when I first wake up, and again in the evening about 6:30 or so. Well, on days when we have games, I usually get the urge to poop during the middle of the game and I'm uncomfortable trying to hold it in until the game gets over and I can poop.
Well, yesterday, as I said I tried to poop after school to avoid having to go during the game. But it was too early and my body didn't have to go. So I headed home and returned in time for the game. I tried to poop again just before starting the game, but like before, I just didn't have to go and my efforts proved useless.
But then something unusual happened. While we were playing the game, I was so busy playing that I didn't even notice that I didn't feel any urge to go. It was a very close game and we barely won. Then afterward, some of my teammates were going out to dinner and invited me. I went along and we had a great time.
Of course, by the time I finally got home, I was exhausted and just headed straight for bed. I didn't have the urge to poop at all and didn't even give it a second thought. So, this morning I woke up and really had to poop. That's not weird, but I had to go much more intensely than I usually do. And then I thought about it and realized that of course I had to go badly, because I hadn't pooped in a full day. There was a lot of poop needing to get out of my body.
I headed to the upstairs bathroom and sat right on the toilet. I peed a long time and was about ready to poop. But suddenly I remembered the upstairs toilet hasn't been flushing well lately and clogs easily, so we only use it to pee. My body didn't appreciate being so close to relief only to have to hold it again, but I managed to hold back my poop long enough to get to the downstairs toilet. The door was closed, but mercifully I only had to wait a few seconds before my brother came out.
I sat on the toilet again and started to poop. It felt so amazing to have my hole opened wide to pass a turd. It broke off after a bit and I followed it with several more big turds of varying lengths. I farted really loudly and let loose a bunch of loose poop. This continued for a while until I passed a very long ropey turd that felt like it went on forever. I finished up with another ropey turd that was maybe even longer, if that's possible.
Surprisingly, I only needed a few wipes to feel clean, and then I stood up and looked at my masterpiece. I had pooped a lot and it was hard to see what was what. It took two flushes to get all of my poop to go down the drain. I washed my hands and left the bathroom, feeling infinitely better.
Thanks for your feedback, every morning when I wake up with Artiss next to me, I thank my lucky stars to have had such a beautiful (inside and out) lady come into my life. I keep wondering what I ever did to desrve her.
I have been holding my end-of-workday shits until I get home as of late because I know that she really enjoys seeing me sitting on the seat at home in my dress shirt and tie. And I always enjoy seeing her on the porcelain throne as well, she's been busy doing a lot of garden work lately and likes to wear sleeveless blouses and khaki shorts with a belt to hold them up. She also wears sandals and they really make her feet look nice, especially when she come rushing in from outside, unbuckling her belt as she goes, and rushing into the bathroom to drop the shorts and underwear to her knees as she sits down quickly and lets loose a stream of the "oh lords" that I'm sure everyone is familiar with. One time last year, she wasn't fast enough getting inside and had an accident out in the garden.She came into the house with brown rivers of shit leaking out of the shorts and down her leg. I scraped the shit out and threw them in the washer while she showered her dirty bottom clean. I had clean shorts and underwear laid out for her when she came ouf of the shower. And now if she has an accident,she has the bidet to really clean herself up with-she really appreciates and enjoys using the thing.
To Tyler And Some Questions For AllTyler, I knew it was going to be big because I could just feel it inside me. I packed my lunch for school and I made ham and cheese sandwhiches for 2 or 3 straight days (I don't know why) and I always put on 2 slices of ham and 2 slices of cheese and I think all that cheese blocked me and that's why I didn't go for awhile. I also have some questions for YOU and ALL to answer.
1. Does cheese affect you in any way if you eat it?
2. Do you ever use laxatives?
3. What's the longest you have been constipated?
Today my stomach is being kind of weird.
I was out all day with my friend and all day I felt like I had to go poop. I had that warm feeling in my butt like there was poop right there waiting to come out but I knew if I went and sat on the toilet nothing would come out. It wasn't really bothering me so I just ignored it.
Anyway,the day went on and I was almost home at my house. I swear my body sensed when I was near home. The urge came back full on and my stomach was rumbling a little bit. This time I knew I had to get on the toilet. As soon as I got inside I rushed up to the bathroom expecting to explode with diarrhea cause I had that warm wet feeling in my butt but instead when I sat down what came out was 3 long wet farts and some soft poop. I definitely felt like there was more in me but again all that came out was gas. I came down and drank a little prune juice to see if that will clear me out. I didn't drink as much as I usually would cause I have work but we shall see what happens.
Stomach fluLast week, I caught this flu and every day I always spend at least a few hours in the bathroom puking my guts out. One night I had a sudden urge to poop, I bolted to the toilet and basically started to have violent diarrhea. After 20 minutes of full throttle of diarrhea, I was finally finished and felt quite relieved but was week. For the following 2 days, I kept having these diarrheas before the entire thing started to get better.
Post Title (optional) Man peeing with female childAbout a year ago, I observed something that seemed on the shady side, and I wanted to get others impressions of this.
I was standing at a urinal taking a pee in a movie theatre men's room that was empty because it was a weekday matinee.
Just as I am finishing up my pee, a 50ish looking man and a girl who appeared to be about nine years old walked behind me past a series of about four or five stalls.
Nine year old girls are old enough to go to the ladies room on their own, so I thought it strange he was bringing her into the men's room.
At the back of the restroom behind all the standard one toilet stalls,is one large unusual stall. They both entered this stall together.
It is unusual because upon entering the stall, there is a urinal against the right wall and an open toilet to the left. They were therefore intending to pee together in the same stall.
I could not hang around without arousing suspicion, but I noticed that the man had his feet turned towards the door facing my direction. I suspect he was waiting for me to leave before doing anything. He had already seem me, and could peer through the crack in the door and wait for me to leave.
I went behind the partition pretending to leave, but stayed in the restroom behind the partition. I was not brave enough to return to the main area for fear he would recognize me through the crack, but when he thought I was out the door, I heard loud peeing into the toilet.
I was not around to hear or see any details, but it seems obvious that this man wanted to see this girl pee. There was no rational reason this able bodied girl could not have used the ladies room, and there was no reason why they had to use the same stall.
I would be curious to know how they are related.
Is this man a pervert? Were his actions legal? Is it common for adult male relatives to pee with their nine year old female relatives?
I had never seen this before.
flush surveycurious about people who sit and flush please answer
1. did ur parents flush the toilet while you were on it whilst toilet training or did you start flushing while seated as an adult?
2. do you flush while seated to reduce smell or because you enjoy it eg muffled sound or like getting splashed?
3. do you feel the flushing water hit your bum? if so is it a light spritz or quite a soaking?
4. do you enjoy getting your bottom wet from flush and when your done do you wipe the water off your bum or just pull up your underwear still wet?
5. has anyone ever pushed the flush leaver down while you were on the toilet as a prank? if so who did it and did you enjoy having it done?
hope to hear your responses x
Responses to Phil and Anatomy Student...Phil: I think many of us are afraid to talk about our excitement about peeing and pooping because of the social conditioning that surrounds going to the bathroom. On top of this, most people equate being excited about going to the bathroom to something much more disgusting then what most of our desires include. I think it comes down too a sociological misunderstanding. I'm not trying to derail your marriage, but I strongly recommend you talk about this desire with your wife. If you don't, it's something that you continue to hide from her, and if she truly loves you she will react logically and patiently. I think we often assume the worse case situation when we invision people's reactions to our fascination. I truly believe, however, that with a careful explanation we can describe it in such a way that people will be more receptive too this interest... Take it slow, but I strongly encourage you to open up to your wive about this desire. I'm here to help if you have any more questions.
Anatomy Student: No problem. I'm glad I could help. I promise I will talk more about me and my girlfriend in my next post, but I just wanted to get these responses out. It's about 3 in the morning, so I will do a heavier post in the next couple of days.
Take care all,
The Blue Orb.
CommentsCar Mom: Welcome back Car Mom, yes I missed your posts and many of us here asked about you as well. Great story about your latest story about offering great hospitality to the lady at the thrift store to use your mini van's seat as a toilet. I really liked the details you provide and hope one day you get to pee in your own mini van. It sucks that the thrift stores don't offer bathrooms to customers, but you got to do what you got to do for relief. Interesting idea, but I'll use a bottle or cup for that purpose. Sorry to hear about your old neon car you had and your other friend Lauren or Lori. Good to see you back again and hope to read more from you. Thanks.
Tim: Interesting posts of your strange toilet experience. Not really strange but strange by today's standards.
LaLa: Great response to Snozberry's post about going to the bathroom in weird places and things. Hope to read some of stories from you. Take care.
That's all the comments I have have a great weekend and take care.
comments & stuffTo: Little Mandi as always another great story it sounds like you had an interesting time false alarm diarrhea feelings can be very annoying and you never want to ignore them doing so could lead to a nasty and messy situation and as always I look forward to yur next post thanks.
To: car Mom first welcome back ive missed and so have a few other reading your great peeing adventures and it sounds like Tamika must have been really desperate for a pee and felt great afterwards to and your minivan can fit alot more peeers lol and as always I look forward to reading your great stories thanks.
To: Isabella great story it sounds like you had a really nasty time at least you made it to the toilet without having an accident and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: LaLa great story.
To: Suzi it sounds like you and your dauther are having a rough time I hope it starts getting better soon.
To: Abbie as always another great story about you and your friends pooping together and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
Well thats all for now.
Sincerly Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Hey. my name is Jamal. I am a 24 year old black male who has enjoyed watching and listening to female bowel movements for as long as I can remember. Unfortunately,most women are really uptight about the subject. Most girls don't realize, a lot of us males are turned on by a female pooping and farting. It is something natural that her body does and she shouldn't be ashamed of it. I have a rule. a girl has to take a poop in my bathroom by the third date. If she doesn't than she is too uptight for me and she has to go. I do everything to make my girls feel comfortable pooping in my home so there is no reason she should be embarrassed. One time I went out with this girl named Michelle. She was my type. Chocolate brown skin, nice thick booty,Hair done up in cornrows. After eating a good meal at a soul food restaurant we went back to my place and watched some tv. After a while, Michelle complained that her stomach hurt. I asked her if she needed the bathroom. she said yes but I can hold it. I looked at her and said "Girl, why do you want to wait till you get home? I got a perfectly good toilet right here for you to use. She said, I got to go number 2, I can't do it here. I said, yeah you can. what are you embarrassed about. Its a natural thing. we all make boo boo. Even fine ass girls like you. She looked at me and said "you right. Then she went into the bathroom and closed the door.I heard her turn on some music in the bathroom.I like to listen to R & B when I poop because it has a smooth sound that makes you relax and your poop comes out more easily. So she turned on an Usher cd. that I had in there and I could hear her pulling her her pants and panty's down and sitting down on the bowl. Then I went to the door and said " mind if I join you?" She smiled and said ok. So I went in and sat on the side of the bathtub and started talking to her. She looked at me and said " So you like it when a girl poops?" I said "Yes maam". Then she said "Well get ready then, cause your about to see some poopin like you never seen before. you have no idea what this booty is capable of producing." I said alright girl. just relax and let all that doo doo just slide on out.
She let out a small fart. Then slowly, a log began to poke its way out. Then it came all the way out.The turd was smooth and golden brown. it slid out her booty like a snake and made a big sploosh in the toilet. After she let it out, she said wooo ! I'm so glad I didn't wait till I got home!The bathroom began to fill up with her scent. Me and her just sat there for a while, listening to Ushers "here comes my baby". Then I said to her:
You got any more in there baby?. she pushed and let out a big loud fart. A few little nuggets plunked into the toilet.Then she said "does that answer your question". At that point, she started wiping. I felt some gas in my stomach and realized I had to poop too. When she was done, I sat down on the toilet.
I pushed with all my might. My booty opened up and two large brown stank logs plopped out right on top of Michelles turds. Whoo, I said,That felt good. But I got more in me. I relaxed and released the rest of my load. It was about 3 more good sized poop logs.Then I wiped and Michelle and I both looked in the toilet. That was a lot of poop and Let me tell you,It was some powerful funk we made in that bathroom.So I lit some candles, and put a box of popurri on top of the throne. then I flushed. Michelle and I watched as our brown load swirled around in the bowl and just barely went down.
LoudIn one of the university buildings, I was just washing my hands and leaving after peeing in the one urinal when an older, bearded guy came in and went into a stall. The guy who had been finishing up in the other stall also came out. Then from outside the door I heard several exceptionally loud, explosive farts that almost sounded like a pneumatic drill at an auto mechanic's shop. Then I heard a couple more while I was walking up the stairs to the next floor.
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