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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.



Marissa

Pooping outside in gym class

In gym class, sometimes we go outside to the track and play ball games or walk around. Today we went outside, and I really had to poop. I asked the coach of I could go to the bathroom, but he said no. I asked again but still the same answer. I was about to poop my pants, so I had to do something. I saw an old log that a few kids were sitting on until the coaches told them to stand up. I pretended to sit down normally but pulled down my pants just enough that the poop wouldn't go in my pants. I pushed and my poop started coming out. It was a really big log and the coach told me to get up before it finished coming out! I ignored him and kept pressing it out. He yelled again and then started walking over. The poop got the ground and I quickly pulled up my pants and got up.


Annoymous

Harmless Pranks Question

I just wanted to share the type of pranks that I pull in the bathroom.

When I normally take a dump, I leave it in the toilet if it's a good one. People will eventually react to it.

My question: What's your reaction to an unflushed toilet? Will you get offended or just flush it?

If I was every in that situation, then I'd just flush it. I can understand why people get upset about it, but just a simple flush can fix it all.


Nicole

Caught peeing in the sink

Hey everyone.

Im Nicole. I visit this site quite alot but have never posted before. I have a story that happened about 3 weeks ago.

I woke in the morning(quite a cold morning so i didnt want to get out of my warm bed) and felt the need to pee. The urge wasnt too strong so i ignored it and went online on phone for about 20 mins.

I got out of bed and stood up which suddenly made my need to pee alot worse. I quickly changed out of my pajamas and put my clothes on. I walked out of my room and towards the bathroom. I could hear the shower was running, so i knew my mum was in there.

I tried the door but it was locked. I knocked quite loudly but i guess she didnt hear it. I was getting more desperate and the sound of the water in the shower wasnt helping.

I stood there wondering what to do. I quickly decided to go down stairs and go pee outside.

I walked down stairs, through the kitchen and opened the back door. I lowered by shorts and panties and sat at the bottom of the steps. I tried to pee but it just wouldnt come out.

After about 25-30 seconds, i gave up and, slowly incase my stream started, pulled my shorts back up. I went back indoors and shut the door behind. I looked for something to pee in and my eyes quickly locked onto the kitchen sink.

I dropped my shorts again and hopped up onto the sink. Within seconds the floodgates opened. A very hissy and quite deep yellow coloured stream shot into the sink. I was SO relieved.

After maybe 15 or so seconds my mum walked into the kitchen and things got very awkward. A few seconds where the only noise was pee hitting the sink I finally spoke up. "I really had to pee and you were using the shower." My mother responded by saying "Its fine. Just wash out the sink when youre finished." She left the room and i finished peeing shortly after. I hopped down of the sink, pulled my shorts back up and gave the sink a quick cleaning.

Later that day when me and my mum were watching TV, i said i had to go pee and she jokingly reminded me which way the bathroom was.

Thats the end of my story.

Happy peeing everyone.


Nina

Accidents at concerts

Hi everyone,

I just went to a large concert last night and ended up having an accident in my pants...

I was near the front row and the crowd was very tightly packed around me. I needed to poop badly, but had I went to the bathroom I would have lost my place. So I tried to hold it, but halfway through the concert I couldn't hold it any longer and ended pooping in my jeans. So I had to watch the rest of the concert with shitted pants.

Has anything similar happened to anyone else here? I guess that accidents aren't that uncommon at crowded concerts, where going to toilets means losing your place.


Just Made It Meg

Reststop Rescue

Hi everyone! My names Meg and I'm a 23 year old art graduate. I'm very open about my pooping and poop habits. Since I poop daily I often have interesting experiences. I thought you all would be interested in hearing about an incident I recently had.

Me and my boyfriend live about an hour and a half away from Minneapolis. We often drive there on the weekend and can easily spend a whole Saturday there. Last weekend we went but on the way there I had a issue.

We made coffee in the morning while we were getting ready and I had downed two cups with breakfast. I also had a heavy breakfast that had a good helping of bread, wheat, and other things that had fiber so I wouldn't be hungry again until later in the day. I'm a big girl and try to eat out as little as possible.

Not even a quarter of the way there my stomach started to hurt while I was driving. It felt like a rumbling pain in my gut. For the time being I tried to ignore the pain and focus on driving. It worked for the most part, until 10 minutes passed. The pain in my gut went away and I was relieved at first thinking I had got out of trouble. Then I got the familiar feeling in my butt of poop starting to put pressure on the walls on my anus.

I instantly started to panic. My poop had just now formed so I could hold it for a while but there was nothing but highway for miles. I didn't know how long I could hold it in so I starting checking every road sign I passed in attempt to find anything with a toilet. 20 minutes went by and I could feel my poop getting more urgent. The pressure in my butt was really uncomfortable and I was starting to fart in desperation.

After 30 minutes I had to start clenching my buttcheeks together. I could feel my poop pressing against the back of my butthole. It made me start to squirm around in my seat. I was definitely noticeably sweating and my farts were getting worse and worse.

I had to poop so bad after 45 minutes of holding it I could barely keep my butthole shut. I was at my limit and if I didn't find a toilet my car was going to become one. My poor anus was absolutely bulging from all the poop in it and my buttcheeks hurt from being so tightly clenched. Right when I thought I was going to have to pull over my boyfriend, through a bathroom miracle, spotted a rest stop in distance. I'm not even joking when I say I instantly put my gas pedal right to the floor.

I was literally at critical danger pulling into the rest stop parking lot. Before I got out of the car I stopped to fart, it was the loudest and stinkiest I had ripped. Leaving my boyfriend to fester in my fart stink I very quickly shot out of the car. I was thankfully no one else was in the parking lot because I had to firmly keep both hands pressed on my butt as I walked in. I don't run often, but I ran the best I could once I was inside.

The ladies room was a single occupant bathroom with a toilet and a sink. With one hand still on my buttcheeks I threw the door closed and locked it. I don't think I could have held my poop a second longer. I felt my butthole starting to slip as I went over to sit on the toilet. I quickly threw down my leggings and underwear. My big butt made the seat clack as I sat down. Once on the toilet instantly my poop started coming out. The first turd crackled loudly as it came out. It was large and girthy and definitely stretched my butthole a little. Thankfully since it was so urgent I didn't have to push, it was coming out on its own. As my first turd fell into the water a second started coming. I let an airy fart as it crackled out. It wasn't as big but still was no small turd. A quick and tiny third one plopped out with one push.

I felt so much better after I pooped, it was a wave of relief. I really stunk that bathroom up, but I honestly kind of like my poop smell. I wiped thoroughly and flushed my disaster away. That was easily one of the worst times I've ever had to poop before.


Uncle Harry

Trip to womens bathroom

For about two weeks after some surgery, my wife needed to use a wheelchair. She could transfer to and from the toilet sometimes only with assistance. We went out to dinner one day. Usually, she would pee before going out, but this time she said she didn't need too.
Dinner went fine, but during dessert, she had to go and didn't think she could make it home. In my state, it is legal for a person to enter the bathroom of the other gentler to assist a handicapped person. The rule is to use the bathroom of the handicap person. I carried some official cards in case some women didn't know the law. So in we went, wondering what would happen.

The bathroom was pretty crowded. The women were first startled, but quickly figured it out. We needed the one handicap stall, which was occupied, so we had to wait All the stalls had doors, except one. That was occupied too. The woman it looked at me and said, "Sir, please don't watch me. I'm urinating". I tried not too, but that was not easy, as we were standing right next to her and couldn't help seeing her pee coming out. She soon stopped, wiped her pussy, pulled up her pants and left.

The handicap stall opened up and we went in. My wife peed and we left. Now another woman was in the open stall. She was squatting over the toilet seat pissing. She suddenly saw me and shrieked. We got out of there fast


Uncle Harry

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Will and Jack:

I'm glad to see there are several bathroom gender sharings. I hope there are more . Separate bathrooms are silly. I have more I will report. There is at least one chain of stores that allows bathroom choice and many states allow it.


Kung Poo

Sharing is Caring

I've decided to give a live update. I am sitting on the toilet now, my boxers completely off, as I usually do because I find that the most comfortable. Right now, after an entire night of really bad sleep due to bad gas, I finally felt the huge head of a turd forcing its way out. As I'm typing this, my spincter is spread wide open, the turd stuck. It has crowned, but not moving. I decided to relax and let it out without pushing as I have noticed that's the best way for a clean movement.

It's moving now. I can't help but groan "ohhhhmyyygawwwd" as the turd made its way out slowly at first, and then speeding up, then the whole loaf splashed onto the toilet. It smells really bad. I had chicken last night, with chili, and I could detect the smell of both in the odour.

In other news, my wife decided to test our new cat litter by pooping in it. She has poured it out into an old basin we were planning to discard. Then she lifted her blue floral dress, removed her panties and proceeded to squat over the baisin. She used our laundry basket to rest her forearns on for comfort. First she peed. She's careful to not force the pee stream so that it doesn't shoot past the baisin. Then she strained a little. By this time, the litter where has landed has started to clump. Not bad, quite fast. She strained somemore. A little more pee came out.

All of a sudden, a large amount of poop rushed out of her. It was well formed, light brown, and quite moist. As it rushed out, there was an audible crackling. Then the entire turd flopped into the baisin and lost it's shape almost immediately. She quickly got the litter scoop to bury to the turd.

15 mins later, we scooped both the pee and poop out of the litter box. They had solidified nicely. Not bad.


Just Made It Meg

Reststop Rescue

Hi everyone! My names Meg and I'm a 23 year old art graduate. I'm very open about my pooping and poop habits. Since I poop daily I often have interesting experiences. I thought you all would be interested in hearing about an incident I recently had.

Me and my boyfriend live about an hour and a half away from Minneapolis. We often drive there on the weekend and can easily spend a whole Saturday there. Last weekend we went but on the way there I had a issue.

We made coffee in the morning while we were getting ready and I had downed two cups with breakfast. I also had a heavy breakfast that had a good helping of bread, wheat, and other things that had fiber so I wouldn't be hungry again until later in the day. I'm a big girl and try to eat out as little as possible.

Not even a quarter of the way there my stomach started to hurt while I was driving. It felt like a rumbling pain in my gut. For the time being I tried to ignore the pain and focus on driving. It worked for the most part, until 10 minutes passed. The pain in my gut went away and I was relieved at first thinking I had got out of trouble. Then I got the familiar feeling in my butt of poop starting to put pressure on the walls on my anus.

I instantly started to panic. My poop had just now formed so I could hold it for a while but there was nothing but highway for miles. I didn't know how long I could hold it in so I starting checking every road sign I passed in attempt to find anything with a toilet. 20 minutes went by and I could feel my poop getting more urgent. The pressure in my butt was really uncomfortable and I was starting to fart in desperation.

After 30 minutes I had to start clenching my buttcheeks together. I could feel my poop pressing against the back of my butthole. It made me start to squirm around in my seat. I was definitely noticeably sweating and my farts were getting worse and worse.

I had to poop so bad after 45 minutes of holding it I could barely keep my butthole shut. I was at my limit and if I didn't find a toilet my car was going to become one. My poor anus was absolutely bulging from all the poop in it and my buttcheeks hurt from being so tightly clenched. Right when I thought I was going to have to pull over my boyfriend, through a bathroom miracle, spotted a rest stop in distance. I'm not even joking when I say I instantly put my gas pedal right to the floor.

I was literally at critical danger pulling into the rest stop parking lot. Before I got out of the car I stopped to fart, it was the loudest and stinkiest I had ripped. Leaving my boyfriend to fester in my fart stink I very quickly shot out of the car. I was thankfully no one else was in the parking lot because I had to firmly keep both hands pressed on my butt as I walked in. I don't run often, but I ran the best I could once I was inside.

The ladies room was a single occupant bathroom with a toilet and a sink. With one hand still on my buttcheeks I threw the door closed and locked it. I don't think I could have held my poop a second longer. I felt my butthole starting to slip as I went over to sit on the toilet. I quickly threw down my leggings and underwear. My big butt made the seat clack as I sat down. Once on the toilet instantly my poop started coming out. The first turd crackled loudly as it came out. It was large and girthy and definitely stretched my butthole a little. Thankfully since it was so urgent I didn't have to push, it was coming out on its own. As my first turd fell into the water a second started coming. I let an airy fart as it crackled out. It wasn't as big but still was no small turd. A quick and tiny third one plopped out with one push.

I felt so much better after I pooped, it was a wave of relief. I really stunk that bathroom up, but I honestly kind of like my poop smell. I wiped thoroughly and flushed my disaster away. That was easily one of the worst times I've ever had to poop before.


Victoria B.

Mother of all Monsters

Hey!
I'm a little busy right now, but I just took the biggest poop of my life. It was seriously like I had pooped out a baby's arm! I'll tell the full story when I get the time!

Thanks to everybody for the shout-outs!
Love,
Victoria


Steve A

Reaction Survey

This survey is about your reactions to certain things that are bathroom related.

Reaction to:

1. A bathroom with no stall doors

2. A bathroom with no stall barriers/doors (they probably exist, but I've never seen one before)

3. If someone else besides you has an accident by in public.

3. Part 2: Would you help them out if you weren't in a rush?

4. If a guy or girl is in the wrong bathroom

5. Your thoughts on the people who "hold it in all day at school or work" until they get home (I bet you know someone who does this)

6. If you accidentally clog the toilet in public or at another person's house

7. If you're waiting in line for a porta potty at an outside event/party when you have to poop while other people are waiting in line behind you


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Eric it sounds like you got a good show and the 3 of them had great poops.

To: Will it sounds like you got some good shows.

To: Unlucky Lauren it sounds like you had a rough time.

To: Anna great story.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


End Stall Em

How stopped-up toilets away from home hurt me

As I remember it, I was in 5th grade and about 11 when it seemed that so many of the students at my school got to the point where the last thing they wanted to do was to use a toilet and then, when finished, actually flush it. I couldn't believe how they could be so stupid. They would take a poo, sometimes a wee too, and then wipe and immediately get off the stool and leave without flushing. When it happened with the second or third user in the morning, it wasn't that bad, but later, waiting for a toilet to open and then having to sit a couple inches above a bowl with poo stacking up at water-level or above. Then there was the stench. Even a 45-second wee would have me worried about a splash-back on my underside.

I wasn't the only one who felt like this. I remember one time before school the toilet bowl was pretty stopped up, but I pushed extra hard on the flusher. Big mistake. Although my dress covered most of me, my underwear was at lower leg level as I quickly unlatched the door and escaped with only a little of the run-over water on my shoes. Biggest problem was that I then had to wait for one of the 7 or 8 other stalls to open, and then I had to park my butt on the seat so I could add my fair share to the disaster in the bowl. One a couple of occasions I was almost certain that I was sitting above a combination of diarrhea and puke. But I was realistic and knew that there was probably a good amount of solid crap stopping up the drain so I just sat for a couple of minutes. Then when I wasn't able to produce anything due to the stench, I would open the door to leave and some girl would make a snide, sarcastic and sneering remark about why I hadn't flushed. A couple of times I would get so frustrated I just wanted to kick the shit out of her!

I knew my best reprieve would be to use the stalls with no door. They didn't receive near the use of the other ones. But even in the end stall, as other classes dismissed I would receive a stare-down as I sat without privacy hoping I could transact my business ASAP. Too often I just left frustrated. Then I would get a pass from a teacher, come in later, and with the help of an end stall, have a better chance at a commonly decent experience.

Interestingly, now I'm a college student, working part-time as a customer-service assistant in a large mall, and I'm still finding there's a certain portion of the shopping public that doesn't care what they "leave behind." At least once or twice a day I get complaints that I email to custodial services about toilets that have been messed with, have been overflowing, or have greatly been abused. During weekday hours, when the kids are in school, the abusers are adults. They complain they are spending hundreds of dollars in the stores and deserve better facilities. I could say "I agree" but that would only stir the pot for a debate. I take notes on their "experience," call the situation into custodial services, and the management authority comps them with a small gift card.


Mina
Sorry everybody, I am lazy lazy Mina. If you want to hit my bottom with a strong power, please come Japan.

I don't have so much good story, but Maho did interesting motion last week. She said OK to tell. She is always happy very much when you like our story, so she say please tell tell tell.

Maho was very constipate. She didn't go loo maybe five days. Finally she say, I must try to go today, stomach hurts, stiff very much. I say, shall I call Hisae from beige flat, she can massage? But Maho said, leave alone Hisae, she is maybe busy.

So Maho sat on loo and push and push, but no result. I try massage. Maho's bottom open and then close again many times. I put soap on bottom, because I read this site, it said helpful. I massage Maho's hole with soap.

Suddenly Maho said, I think coming! She push hard and again and again, and her beautiful bottom dome out little, she push and push, finally turtle appear little bit. I press on stomach and she push, turtle come out more. Very very slowly it come. And get very fat, maybe four cm. She push and push, I press stomach right hand and lower back left hand. It come it come! And splash in loo. Maho give cry.

Lucky, we get up early, because Maho need perhaps 20 minutes. She push again. Second motion is same size, but a bit easier to come out. Then third one and fourth one, and already ten minutes.

Fifth one is big problem. Maho say, "hurt hurt hurt!" I try soap again, Maho wash bottom with washlet (it has a massage function) so she is clean. Suddenly Maho shout, "coming!" and hole opened wide. Very very hard motion but after about 8 cms come out it get quicker, and quicker and then very fast and more softer and huge volume in loo! Wow! how long it was. She got up to look and said, ara maa, it means wow. It is old-fashion word little bit.

She sat down again and suddenly, very long burururururururu. Quite a liquid. In loo it is just mushy. She say, thank you Mina. Why she thank me, I do nothing!! But I say, Maho I love you. And kiss on her head. She do some little pieces of liquid into loo, then she use washlet and I dry her. And put cream on hole of her bottom because very red. Maho has so beautiful bottom, I am envy very much!!

Hisae is now 27, but we don't have party. because next week, we go Italy! We decide we have party in Italy. We are wonder, how is Italian loo? I hope Italian loos like Japanese motion and Korean motion, because they have to eat many very huge one maybe. I tell you Italy loo story when I back to Japan!

Love to everyone.

Your very own Mina, and your very own Maho.


Alexander

Accident Follow Up

So yesterday I posted about my recent accident I had in front of my wife. This is what followed the next morning.

Mary let me sleep in the next morning as we were to have a lazy Sunday anyway. I got up and went to the bathroom and tossed on my lounging clothes and went out to find Mary fixing breakfast. "Good morning, sleepy head," she smiled. I grabbed some coffee and she told me to sit down at the table and rest and she'd be done soon. I did, and she was, and so we had breakfast at our little table. She tried to spark conversations but I wasn't in much mood to say much, still being embarrassed about my accident the previous night.

Finally I had to speak, "Look, I'm really sorry again about last night. That never should've happened..."

Mary cut me off, "It's fine. I told you, it's no big deal. Accidents happen. I don't love you any less. Don't worry about it. Like I said, you've seen me pee my pants before anyway."

I reply, "That's true, but my accident was a little different than you laughing too hard and peeing a little."

She rolled her eyes, "First, it was more than a little and you know it. Everybody saw. At least only you and I know about yours."

I said,"Ok, fine. But I'm still way too old to be doing... that."

She took a breath and said, "Ok, if it will help you feel better, I can tell you that you aren't the only one of the two of us to do 'that'."

I raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

Mary continued, "Yes, really. When I was in high school I had an exam last period one afternoon my junior year. I was trying to cram in some studying before so I didn't go to the bathroom and the test ran long so I didn't have time to go afterwards or I'd have missed my bus. So I had to hold it for the ride home. I made it to the bus stop but still had to walk a couple of blocks through our neighborhood. My best friend was with me and I managed to make it until she turned to go towards her house so I was alone on the sidewalk a block from my house when I just couldn't hold it anymore. At least I was wearing a skirt so only my panties were ruined."

I smiled and said, "Thanks. I guess that helps a little for some reason."


Will

Replies

Taylor-great story. I totally get how doing your private business in a public place is strangely exhilarating and exciting!

Amy-great story also. It's cool how you were able to share a good poop with your daughter and that you are open about these things!

That's all I have for today. I'll try to post more soon.


Kye

Constipated

I just took a huge poo i had a stomach virus last week but after I got really constipated.i just took a poo a half hour ago I had to strain a bit to get it out, It consisted of one big log and 4 big hard chunks. I find gum constipates me if I chew a lot at once and I also was taking imodeiom which probably had something to do with my constipation.


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Amy it sounds like you all to poop a lot at least you all found places and avoided having accidents.

To: Taylor great story.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Thursday, April 27, 2017


Elphaba

A Reply, a Comment and a Story

Uncle Harry-Thanks for what you said about my story. To answer to your questions I'll do them in reverse order. Although I'm trans my plumbing is 'male' so I've been standing up to pee for most of my life. It's only been the past year that I've been sitting down to pee (I'm quite flattered that you thought I had been doing it all my life). If I did have different 'parts' I wouldn't use a stand to pee device. I can see that it would be more convenient for some but for me I like the natural feeling of squatting.

Also you asked about my shopping trip story, well it was because I had been drinking a lot. Before going out shopping I had been studying and a vital part of that for me is having cups of tea by my side. Plus the coffee I had halfway through had a lot of sugar and was a medium sized cup. If you don't mind me asking, how does your wife manage her condition?

Taylor- I absolutely adored your story about pooping in McDonalds. I've too noticed that some girls will raise their heels when peeing. Me, I'm a feet placed squarely on the floor kind of gal (except if I'm constipated, then I will raise my feet and push all of my weight into my toes as I bear down). I also like pooing in other places apart from my own bathroom. As you said there is an attraction of doing something so private in public. When I started to poo in school it felt like I was rebelling against an unspoken rule. I certainly got a sense that other people would rather be dead rather than face embarrassment at having to go at school.

This story happened yesterday when I needed to drop some forms off at university. While walking to my faculties building I was developing the need for a poo. After going to the administrative office and handing over the paperwork I made my way to the loos. Inside there was five cubicles, all empty, so I took the middle one. Once I had locked the door as well as hanging my bag and jacket on the hook I undid my jeans and pushed them down to my black brogues. Next came my grey pants which I noticed had a few light skid marks. Sitting down on the loo I relaxed my bum and a log started to come slowly out. This was a very pleasant sensation. Soon the log sped up and I felt a bit of it break off and heard a splash. The rest of the log then came out of my bum and it too plopped into the water below. At this time a girl entered the bathroom and took the first cubical to have a quick pee, leaving soon after. I felt there was some more poo still inside me so as I started to push my hole open again and I could feel the tip of another log start to emerge. It didn't take long before it joined the other two in the bowl. Another girl entered the bathroom and went into the cubical on my left hand side. I heard trousers being pulled down and subsequently a quiet flumph. I noticed that she was wearing light brown ankle boots and also the shadow of her leaning forward and using her phone. Over the next few minutes I pushed out some smaller pieces. I was just reaching for the toilet paper when I heard my neighbour wiping. After two swipes with the paper, and my neighbour flushing her toilet, I looked into the bowl to see a collection of medium brown logs of varying size. Covering them with the toilet paper I flushed and as I got redressed I heard the girl unlock her door and wash her hands before leaving. Taking my bag of the hook I opened the door and went to the sinks to wash my hands. After drying my hands I adjusted my hair in the mirror and then left the bathroom.


CD
If you're reading this, you are probably living in a country where finding a safe place to pinch-a-loaf is not a problem. So I was wondering, does anyone here have interesting stories about the times when they have gone walkabout in countries (on business or for pleasure) where that can be iffy? What was it like when you first saw that there were marked differences in the way people through 'the motions?' If you visit there regularly, please share some advice about the 'doo-doos' (sorry, I couldn't resist!) and don'ts.

Alternately, has anyone here grown up in a place where getting access to a toilet was a luxury?


Amy
Hello everyone, I am Amy, I'm 43 and Mother of 4 girls (Its really crazy!) I am very athletic, Brown Hair I am about 5'8. Recently I was with my daughter at a library. This library was old and in pretty good shape. Although the bathrooms were really new. Me abd my daughter were new to this place and my daughter my 3rd one was a little scared of using these bathrooms. They had just renovated these bathrooms and before they wer renovated she was about 5 and there was a huge snake. So she whispered "Mom, I have to poop". We walked to the bathrooms on the 3rd floor. It was just a normal bathroom which had one toilet so I locked the door for her. She went over and pulled her pants to her knees she farted a wet fart. And and a big piece of poop splashed in. She wiped and I told her I needed to go. I walked over pulled my jeans and panties to my ankles and let out a loud fart. I pushed a bit and my daughter saw the big turd slowly make its way out it plopped in and a bunch of liquid diaheria followed it. She said "Holy Cow Mom!. I pushed a bit more and a bunch of big turds plopped in. Even I was surprised how much I was pooping. I wiped and my daughter looked she said "OMG!". We got in the car and were going for an hour long drive home about 10 minutes in she said "Mom, I'm having cramps, it hurts bad." There was a big plastic tub in the back of the car so I gave that to her. She took her pants off and I pulled over in a field she ran out of the car with her pants at her ankles and a bunch of diarrhea came out of her.


Vincene

Me & Brandee & Drama

I've written before about Brandee. She's a college intern I'm responsible at my financial institution. She rides with me to work every morning. It's about a 40 minute drive, but when the weather is bad or there's a bad accident, the drive can take longer. Such was the case recently.

When I picked Brandee up she was a few minutes late as usual. Her live-in boyfriend was on the toilet in their apartment and she couldn't get in to pee. I've told her that Diver and I will share the bathroom together and there's really no problem with that arrangement. So she chooses drama.

So we were on the radial highway, just under halfway to work, and she was asking to stop because she had to pee. I knew there was a number of gas stations and c-stores coming up so that I didn't think too much about it. But the problem was the traffic. Bumper to bumper. We were at a halt. We could see lots of red lights down the road. Not only were we going to be late to work, Brandee was fidgeting badly as a couple of police officers on motorcycles rode toward us. Finally he came to us, gave us permission to go over the median, and then take this alleyway for a few blocks that led to the highway leading to the airport. While it was out of our way, big time, all the cars were being detoured.

So we slowly followed the detour. Because the alley was more bumpy, Brandee was getting more worried when she didn't see any businesses she could stop at. What we saw was a lot of fenced in auto parts yards, a car crushing company and with the single lane bumper-to-bumper traffic, absolutely no opportunity for her to get out, squat piss or anything like that.

Suddenly, it came to me as we saw plane after plane take off from the airport. I had no choice but to stop there. The police won't let you park in front of the terminal so I would have to loop around until Brandee got done. Neither Brandee or me wanted to pay the high 30-minute parking fee and risk getting towed. Brandee put her hand down her crotch and two of her fingers were wet. She was already leaking. I told her my morning crap was knocking and she said she knew because she could smell it.

So when we got to the service drive, I told her to get back ASAP because I was required to keep the car in motion and I would be wasting gas looping around. She ran out and caught her right heel on the curb. Then she took both of her shoes off, and made a run for it. She leaked a little more when a security guard at the door required her to put her shoes on in order to go into the building. It took me 8 laps of the loop when I finally got a tweet that there were still three or four women before her on each toilet. We were already late. And it was getting later. I had to do another 3 loops before she came hurrying out.

I told her I wouldn't be able to hold my crap for another half hour. So she took the wheel and did the loops while I ran in. I knew the bathrooms would be jammed because of the number of flights going out and coming in. While running, I remembered Diver and I eating at a 24/7 restaurant one terminal down. The bathroom there was somewhat clean, but most importantly, nowhere near as jammed as the others would be. I got there, asked the hostess permission to use the bathroom, and sure enough all five toilets were open.

Immediately after taking the black seat, my crap slid out. Must have been five very wide pieces. Very satisfying. Not much cleaning to do. Plenty of hot water and soap, but as I was washing my hands, an older lady hurried in, threw the toilet door back and vomited badly over the seat and everything. I got out of there immediately. I had just missed Brandee's most recent lap and had to be patient with her.

Once we got downtown to work, several colleagues noticed we were late. Brandee, unfortunately made a joke out of it that drew more attention to us. But it was mid-afternoon before either she or I was seen going to the bathroom again.


Will

Urgent co-pooping

First off, thank you Eileen for the kind words. Really glad you enjoy my posts!

On to my next story, and this one's a doozy. A while back I was driving home when I got that infamous urgent stirring down below. I knew there was no way I would make it home. My mind started to race as to where I could go. As I was in a strictly residential portion of the neighborhood I began to worry even more. Taking stock of where I was, I suddenly remembered a park up ahead which I had traversed on some of my morning runs. I recalled a small bathroom building back by the woods. While I had never used it I figured it was worth a shot to avoid an accident.

As I approached the park I could see the building far across the field and of course there was no parking anywhere near it. I got as close as I reasonably could and began the arduous track across the field. As I was doing so I noticed, coming diagonally from the opposite direction, a mom pushing a stroller at quite an urgent pace, also making a beeline for the bathroom. We both arrived at the same time. I looked up, and was mortified to see a lock on the men's door and an "out of order" sign. The mom must have seen the color drain from my face and the sweat begin to pour down my head. "Come on!" She quickly said and waved at me. "Everybody poops, it's no big deal! We can share!" I silently thanked the heavens for this kind, understanding young woman and began to follow her in as she pushed the stroller into the entryway. I glanced around briefly and saw there wasn't another soul anywhere near, so at least no one else would be walking into this situation.

As I entered, I thought to myself, this really is no big deal. The only thing this stranger and I will be seeing of each other as we explode will be our flip flop clad feet beneath the stalls...this was far from the case. As we entered the tiny room, I saw that it consisted of a sink, a water fountain, and two of those one piece stainless steel toilet bowls sticking out of the wall about a foot apart. Between them there was a tiny divider maybe 2 feet tall. The mom parked the stroller in front of the two bowls, looked at me and shrugged. "It is what it is!" I don't think it would be possible for two people to lower their pants any faster. Our bare butts hit the cool steel and we both immediately unleashed a torrent of splattering messy poop. I think we were both going continuously for at least ten seconds, all the while sitting so close we could literally rub shoulders. At this point we turned to look at each other and in the moment both started laughing so hard at the ludicrousness of the situation that we were practically crying.

I began to push once more, and another large log began to emerge, this one much more solid. The mom let out a fart, then a large plop thudded down onto her existing pile. At this point I was very glad the child sitting in the stroller observing this whole ordeal was too young to remember what the heck was going on! I finally began to think about wiping, and wouldn't you know there were about 3 sheets hanging on the roll. I looked to my neighbor and started to say "hate to bother you, but...." "paper?", she cut me off, "sure!" She unrolled several large handfuls and passed them over the divider. I thanked her profusely both for the paper, and for her kindness and understanding in this very awkward situation. "No worries, it is what it is. I hope someone else would do the same for me". We finished our clean up job, flushed, and proceeded to the tiny sink to wash up. Exiting, we noticed a couple walking thru the park who gave us a weird look. The look got even weirder when I said thanks again, we waved, and walked off in opposite directions! One can only imagine what they were thinking! Oh well, until next time, hope you all have a great day and pleasant pooping.


Will

Some older stories

Just thought I'd share some from a little further back...I remember in high school in the gym locker rooms they had these crazily small dividers between toilets. No doors of course. The only way you could sit and poop without being seen was to sit up totally vertically, which we all know is not optimal pooping position. They weren't my favorite location but when nature calls, it calls. The first time I had to use one, was one day prior to wrestling practice. I sat and tried to do the lean back thing but it just wasn't happening. What the heck I thought and leaned forward. I was immediately greeted by the sight of this freshman kid Eric walking by the bathroom. For some reason, probably because I was older and a decent wrestler, he looked up to me and always liked to chat. He walked right over to the toilet and said "hey what's up?". As he was a nice kid I didn't want to be mean, I started chatting. I really had to go by this point but was feeling kind of awkward. He didn't seem to think anything of the fact that I was half naked on the toilet in front of him.

Finally I just thought what the heck and let loose with a long furious pee. When this didnt raise any eyebrows, well plop plop plop I went! I waited a moment or two then crackled out a few more logs. As I started my wipe another kid from the team perched himself in the next partition and took a noisy poop himself. As I finished up, all the while conversing, I actually felt kind of liberated. I had just shared a normal human experience that all too many consider taboo with a few others, and no one thought anything weird of it. After this experience, I actually sort of started to look forward to using these, and the other doorless toilets in the school, especially when the others were occupied with fellow poopers. There's just something about listening to pooping sounds that is kind of a turn on. (Don't judge, please! Not that I think many of you will after reading about countless similar experiences.

Out of pure curiosity, one day I asked my friend Cammie, who was on the basketball team, what the bathroom situation was like in the girls locker room. Surprisingly enough it was the same! I asked if it made for any awkward scenarios. She commented that there were a few shy poopers among them, and if when approaching you couple only see feet below the stall, indicating the "full lean back", that you respectfully tried to avert your eyes when passing as not to embarrass the pooper. On the other hand, she said most of the team was totally cool and free with it. She said her and her friend Caroline would actually lean forward and look each other in the face to chat as they stunk up the joint! The coach would laugh at them as she walked by, and one time recently had actually joined them on the third toilet and started talking strategy for that days game as she farted and plopped away! All in all I found this refreshing and awesome that despite what some will try to tell you, most girls are just like the guys, and in general we are just all humans doing what humans, and every other species, does! I'm glad I have read so many of these stories to know that I am not alone in my enjoyment of pooping. The act itself, watching , listening etc. Thanks for reading!


Uncle Harry

Peeing in the Wind

One warm but windy November, with the park bathrooms all closed, I was taking a walk and needed to pee. I came across a grassy area with some bushes in the back. Just as I was about to head for the bushes, a woman came by. She asked if I knew somewhere she could pee. I told her I didn't know of anywhere but where we were. Another place I knew was not close by. "Here?", she said. "How can I piss with a man here?". I told her to take it or wet her pants. She took it.

We both went up to the bushes. I took out my penis and got ready to piss when she called me to attention to her. She said she didn't mind too much if I saw her pussy as long as I didn't see her piss coming out of it. She said she would drop her skirt in front of it so I wouldn't see her urine coming out of it.

It didn't work that way; there was too much wind. Just as she started to pee, a gust of wind blew her skirt to my right. Worse yet, her urine did not go straight down; it blew on to her leg. I had to swing by dick to my left to avoid pissing on her. The gust stopped briefly and then came up again. When she realized I could see her urine coming out of her pussy, she yelled "Don't look. Don't look. I'm pissing". Not anything I could do, though. It was what was. When we were both finished, she wiped off her leg with a cloth from her purse. She sort of laughed, but also felt embarrassed. I


Jack

Weird Encounter

I was in biology class and I really had to go poop. The teacher soon gave me permission and I left to go. However, the boy's room was out of order and I really had to go. So, with no choice, I entered the girl's room and locked myself in an empty stall. No one was there. I dropped my pants and underwear down to my ankles and began to let loose. Suddenly, someone walked into the stall beside me. I heard her undo her belt and saw her pull her jeans and underwear down to her ankles. She than began to let loose, but my focus was to get the hell out. However, the girl soon asked for toilet paper, so I just ripped a few off and threw them under the stall. I was soon done, pulled up my pants, and exited the stall. At the sinks, I can still the girl's stall and saw her pale legs with her jeans and undies still wrapped around her ankles, but I rapidly washed my hands and returned to class.


Taylor

Reply to Anna and a story

Hi Anna, thank you for the reply! I think the thrill is why I enjoy it so much, and I noticed that when I went with a long queue waiting for the only stall last Christmas. I love the fact I'm doing something so private in a public place. I don't mind using doorless stalls but I find them a little awkward if the bathroom is busy. Where do I look?!

Anyway to my story. About a five minute walk from my university is a McDonald's so I decided to treat myself after a lecture. It was really busy as expected and I recognised quite a few people there having seen them on campus. While waiting to be served I was getting rather desperate for a wee, having not been during the two hour lecture.

I managed to find a table and sat down to enjoy my meal, taking my time. I never rush my food. The large milkshake was making my need even stronger and I was having to cross my legs under the table. Undeterred, I still took my time and didn't move until I had finished everything. I was probably there for about 30 minutes.

After finishing my lunch I threw away my rubbish and headed to the toilets. There was a small queue for the five stalls but it seemed everyone was peeing so the line moved quickly. Hearing the various hisses and tinkles made me need to go even more and I felt another urge growing.

After a few minutes I managed to get a stall, right at the end and locked the door behind me. I pulled my jeans and thong to my ankles and made myself comfortable, leaning forward with my elbows on my legs. It took only a few seconds for my stream to start, tinkling gently into the water below. As it was starting to slow down , the stall next to me was taken by a woman wearing heels and a pair of French knickers appeared at her ankles. I heard her sigh and then a faint crackling. Moments later there was a small splash and she started peeing.

I sighed quietly as my body pushed and I was gently stretched by my poop slowly coming out of me. My neighbor was much quicker, I heard two more splashes in only a few seconds and she started wiping. My poop broke off with a "flumph" and the rest continued at a steady pace with a few dribbles of wee. It too fell into the toilet.

I got some toilet paper to wipe with as the woman next door left and was replaced by another wearing white trainers. I couldn't help but notice how she had lifted her heels just before she started peeing. I reached between my legs to wipe and got three pieces to wipe my behind. The woman next to me was getting some toilet paper as I redressed and flushed. I was almost knocked over by the young girl darting into my stall as I opened the door, she must have been bursting!


BusFan

Welcome and Lorenz's Peeing Survey Answers

Hello! I am a 13 year old boy from Devon, England.
I love this forum but never have any funny stories to post so I am answering Lorenz's Survey.
1) What type of urinal do you prefer?
I prefer the individual, partitioned ones but at my school we have 'trough' urinals where everyone pees in together.

2) Do you ever go into a stall and pee into the toilet?
If I am there with someone else I will use the urinal, if I am on my own I will usually go into a stall.

3) What's the longest time you've waited in line for a urinal? Where was it?
At my school there are nearly never any queues.

4) How do you select the urinal you will use from all of those available?
N/A

5) If you go into a stall do you pee standing up or sitting down? If standing, do you raise the seat?
If I want to be quick I will pee standing with the seat raised, if I have time I sit and see if I can do something else there as well.

6) Have you ever had trouble unzipping your jeans or getting out your penis? Were others watching? What was said?
N/A

7) Do you hold your penis with one or two hands when you piss?
One hand

8) When you finish, do you shake your penis off?
Yes

9) Do you flush the urinal?
My schools are of the type where they automatically flush every how ever minutes.

10) What's the worst crud you've seen floating in a urinal bowl? Did you still use the urinal?
A water bottle. I went in the cubicle instead.

11) Do you wash your hands after peeing?
It depends how much time I have and if there is any soap.

12) How good are the auto-flushers?
N/A

13) In a crowded bathroom or when they were drunk have you ever seen a girl use a urinal in a guys' bathroom.
No

14) How often do you pee while crapping in a public bathroom?
Once - twice a week

Goodbye!


Tuesesday, April 25, 2017


Uncle Harry

Reply

Elphaba:

I enjoyed your story about your pee in the woods. However, I'm glad I don't have to squat to pee. Have you ever used a stand-to-pee device or peed standing without one? The latter would messy unless you take your pants off.


Uncle Harry

Reply

To Elphaba:

Thank you for noticing my post about both genders using the open mens room. I enjoyed your post about your multiple pees in one shopping trip. Was this because you drank a lot of fluid or something else? My wife pees often for medical reasons.

Question:

Has anyone ever had to use the bathroom of the opposite gender because of being desperate? What was the result? I did once in my life. A woman
in the next stall confested that she had to use a mens a few times and no one complained.


Eric

At work

I remember when I was in high school I had a part time job at the Junior high where I went to school as a Sweeper, I basically helped out the janitors that cleaned the school. I was in my area cleaning the bathrooms​ and I had just began cleaning the girls bathroom. I remember seeing my friend from school BreAnn with her family. They came to see her 15 year old sister compete in a track meet, the bathrooms I was cleaning we're closed and off limits so the only bathrooms open to the public were up by the lunch room. So the track meet had ended and as I was just getting the stalls cleaned out before wiping everything down I hear a knock on the door and I look up and it was BreAnn with her mom and sister. I said hey and asked" What's up?", She said she wanted to say hi and ask if they all 3 could use the bathroom. Since the ones in the lunch room were now closed for cleaning and I hadn't put any cleaning supplies down I said sure. Since they are the only ones left in the building besides the administration and all of us maintenance staff.

I said well your in luck I just changed all the toilet paper rolls, they all smiled and said "even better and smiled. They all said I could stay cleaning but I said I'll be at my supply closet getting everything ready for after they finish. So the stalls are side ways and you have full view of feet and anything underneath. They all said we'll try to hurry and I said take your time and smiled. They all took a stall, BreAnn took the first one closest to the door, her sister Mindy took the middle stall and there mom took the big handicap stall. I was putting supplies by the bathroom door and I'd looked in under the stalls from the bathroom door. You could hear rustling of clothes then you saw BreAnns khakis pants come down to her ankles then her white girls full cut briefs come down and she sits her butt down on the toilet, then Mindy pulls down her warmup pants and pink low cut panties and also let's them drop to her ankles, then last her mom is about mid forties and quite attractive she undid her belt her jeans came down with her white granny panties to her ankles also.

I'm waiting and it was silence then they all leaned forward and BreAnn had a wet fart, then Mindy let off a real dry zipper fart and her mom she took a deep breath and a big pfffffffffffffftft.... Pfffffffffffffftft.... Thump! They both went "MOM" she said sorry girls but that felt good. Then all together they did big loud farts in unison. Finally Breann says I have a cramp coming on and you heard a big explosion and Mindy did the same. All there mom did from that point on was fart.

Then all 3 start rolling off toilet paper, BreAnn has her legs spread apart,Mindy stood up, there mom just spread her legs wide and adjusted her underwear to do so. They all wad up there toilet paper. Mindy flushed, pulled up her underwear and came out of the stall, then there mom flushed and came out of the stall still pulling up her pants and undies, they were washing there hands while BreAnn was still finishing up wiping. Then she also came out adjusting her self, then while standing by the sink she dropped her pants back down and pulled her underwear down halfway. I could see through the crack of the bathroom door she was fixing her femenine pad. She again pulled up her underwear and adjusted. I'm in the hall waiting and they all came out. They apologized for taking so long and I said no worries and smiled. Then they left and I can't got back to work.


Duncan

Poop on Field Trip

Yesterday my class went on a field trip hiking walking through a corn maze. I wasnt feeling that well that day but since my mom payed for it i had no choice. We got there and my class started heading through the corn maze and I asked my teacher if I could use the bathroom so I went into the porta a potty locked the door and sat down. I had my pants at my ankles and these toilets were new with none of the stuff at the bottom with no pee or poop. I didnt know if my teacher would hear me since she was right outside. I pushed a bit let out a big loud wet fart and a bunch of diaherria coming out which was burning my hole. My teacher asked me if I was okay. I told her I was okay and I left.


Anna

to Taylor

Hi Taylor, with my schedule and bathroom habits I end up pooping in public bathrooms quite often. Most of the time I don't care too much either way. It can be embarrassing, but sometimes it also gives me a little bit of a thrill to do such a private thing in public. Especially if it is a big dump and there is a audience! So I guess I sometimes do enjoy it, though I wouldn't go out of my way to do my business on a public toilet.

Unfortunately I don't have any new interesting stories today, sorry. I hope everybody is doing well and having a great time!


Wapiya

insides still in an uproar

I did a major crap in my pants at the Biloxi MS, VA hospital not quite 3 weeks ago. (Near top of page 2632) Since then I've dumped two more major loads in my underwear. Both were quite wet and came apart as soon as it ended up in toilet, had I made it that far. It has been over 30 years since I've had it like this.
I'm over due for having my 1st trailer on its way and need be leaving soon. My insides are cramping at the moment. I need be on my way but I'm not wanting to have to deal with shit in my pants much of the trip. Two round trips,4,400 miles and a full week for each round trip.
Still, it will be worth it once everything is there


Alexander

Accident

Hi. My name is Alexander, I'm 25 and just recently married a few months ago. Last night I took my wife Mary out to dinner. Just a normal Saturday evening. At one point I felt the impending need for a BM but I don't love public bathrooms for that so I held it an the urge subsided. We carried on our evening and every once in a while the urge would return and I'd fight it off. I just prefer pooping at home.

Finally on our drive back home from the city the need was growing severe and driving wasn't helping. Mary noticed I seemed uncomfortable and asked if I was ok. I played it off at first but she asked again a few minutes later and I admitted I was desperate for a bathroom. She suggested stopping but I said I could wait until we got home. It was only another ten minutes anyway. I also needed to pee badly and soon had to grab myself and squeeze. Mary said " are you sure you're ok? Maybe stop and pee on a bush?" I said, "that's not all I need to do." She said "oh, ok. Want me to drive?" I said ok so we pulled over and swapped spots and kept going the last few miles. I sat in the passenger seat squirming a little and holding myself.

As we turned into our appartment complex I had a very strong urge hit and felt my butt open a little and the turd starting to push and I inhaled and fought hard to stop it but knew I'd have a skid mark and also felt a small spurt of pee escape and felt warm wetness on my fingers. I moved my hand away and saw a golf ball sized wet spot on my jeans. Mary heard me inhale and asked if I was ok. I said "not really. I just peed a little". She said "oh. Ok. I'm sorry. almost there. You can hold it." I nodded and tried to breath.

We got to our parking spot and climbed out. Mary hurried to unlock the door. As she did another urge hit me and I crossed my legs and squeezed hard to keep the turd in but lost another big spurt of pee and cursed and we both looked and saw the wet spot spread to the size of a baseball on my crotch. "It's ok babe, you've seen me pee my pants before. Now we're even!" Mary said trying to lighten the mood. I smiled but didn't respond.

She got the door open and I hurried inside and into the kitchen area. I was only steps away from the hall bathroom but my body had enough. I huge cramp hit me and made me push no matter how I tried to stop. I stood there with one had on the counter and bent forward slightly as my butt pushed and the turd shot out into my briefs with a loud crackling sound. I moaned as I kept pushing, the turd spreading into a giant ball and filling my briefs, "oh god. I'm sorry. I'm sorrry." As soon as the poop finished escaping my bladder released and I began flooding my jeans, down both legs to the floor and making a puddle and filling my shoes and socks.

Mary came beside me and put her hand on my back and rubbed my back, "it's ok babe. It's ok." I nodded, red faced and embarrassed, as my bladder finally stopped. It was over. I kept repeating "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Mary kept saying, "it's ok. Accidents happen." She led me by the hand to our bathroom and helped me pull off my shirt and then started running the water in the shower to warm it up. She then helped me take off my soaked jeans and we carefully lowered my briefs - which had been medium blue but were now a dark blue across the front and middle. The poop was in a convenient pile the size of an oddly squished grapefruit in the seat but thankfully didn't smell horribly strong. I tipped it into the toilet and wiped, though it was not very messy since it had been so firm. Mary then ushered me into the shower and said she'd toss the clothes in the laundry while I cleaned up.

I showered slowly, reliving the last 20 minutes, wondering how it could happen at my age. Mary came back in and said she had a warm towel for drying off. I turned off the water and stepped out and took the towel and thanked her as I began drying. I apologized again for what happened and said she hadn't needed to help me clean up. She said it was ok and that it wasn't the first time she'd helped clean up an accident since she had younger siblings and besides I would do the same for her if the roles were reversed. I smiled and said I guess that's true.

She then led me to our room and had me lay down. As though to show me that nothing had changed between us she then removed her clothes and climbed upon me and made love to me until we were both satisfied and then lay with her head upon my chest saying how much she loved me as we drifted off to sleep. At least my embarrassing moment had a happy ending.

Alexander


Toilet Car

Where has Toilet Car gone?
There must be more stories to share?


Uncle Harry

Wieird Lady

I stopped for lunch at a Boston Market at a mid-size mall. I got my tray and looked around for a place to sit. I landed with a woman at a two person table, We got to talking and she turned out to be a heavy talker. (Se was not the same woman as the one the last time I was there), She claimed to be medium who could talk with the spirits of the dead. I was not impressed, as her readings were too general. "Your mother says she loves you. Your father is fine".

We finished our lunch and as we left she said she needed to piss. Well, I too needed to pee. In the alcove there were a womens and a mens bathrooms. They were both single use, so I don't know why separate ones were needed. Maybe the ladies thought that men would make a mess. As we approached the bathrooms, I expected we would each use our bathrooms, but no. She wanted me to come in the the ladies with her. I had no idea why, but I'm not pee shy, so I did what she wanted. Inside, she said she didn't mind having a man watching her piss and we could continue talking. She wanted to go first as she barely hold it. At the toilet, she reached under her short skirt and took off her panties. I expected her to use her skirt to cover her pussy, but surprise again. She bunched it around her waist, sat down on toilet, spread her legs apart, and told me to stand in front of her. No "Don't watch" or "Look away". She started talking again as she also started to urinate. Out came a heavy stream of urine, some straight down, some sideways, and some hissing. After about 45 seconds, she started to slow down and eventually stopped. She wiped her pussy, stood up and pulled up her panties, and walked away from the toilet.

Now it was my turn. I unzipped, took out my penis, aimed it toward the toilet, and peeed. The woman stood in a position as much in front of my dick as she could to watch my pee coming out as she continued to talk. I finally stopped and put away my penis. We both left and never saw each other again. I've seen other women pee, but nothing like this.


Sunday, April 23, 2017


Imogen

replies

Abbie- thanks, did you ever have a total accident or just leaks? I remember how worried I was as I felt the wee running down my legs. Like you say another leak and there would be a puddle.

Elphaba- yes, it's frustrating when you lose it seconds before getting on the loo. I've had plenty of near misses where I couldn't help but let a spurt out whilst just about to get on the toilet.

Louise - I'm glad you made it to a toilet, lucky there was one nearby.


Elphaba
As today (Sunday) was sunny and I was on the last day of my uni break I decided to go for a walk in a wood nearby where I live. After buying some lunch on the way I got there and started to walk around looking for somewhere to sit and read. While I was doing this I felt the need to pee but unfortunately (or is that fortunately?) there wasn't any toilets to be seen. Seeing a gap in the trees I decided to go into it and find a place to relived myself. I came to the big tree trunk and looked around to check that I was well hidden before taking of my bag and undoing the belt on my jeans pushed them down along with the black pants I had on to my thighs while getting into a squatting position perpendicular to the tree. My pee stream didn't begin immediately, I had to wait about thirty second for it to start. As I looked down at my blue deck shoes I felt my bladder empty. Afterwards I pulled my pants up to my crotch to ensure my modesty was protected before standing up. Next I pulled up my jeans and fastened the button on them before picked up my bag and putting it over my left shoulder. Turning around I looked down at the undergrowth observing a small wet patch. Emerging from the trees I walked over to a park bench and sat down to have my lunch. An hour later I put down my book and continued to walk around the wood. Getting back to the place where I had my pee I felt the need to have another one and a possible need for a poo so I went back into the collection of trees and walked a bit further than I had earlier on. Getting myself ready I once again squatted on the ground. My pee was more forthcoming this time around and after it had finished I started to push however I could only produce some wet bubbling farts. After a couple of minutes I gave up and got my pants as well as my jeans back up around my waist. Walking out of the trees I passed a thirty something woman who wore quite a perplexed look upon her face. But to be honest I don't care if she thought it strange or disgusting that I went outside. After all we all need to answer the call of nature and sometimes it's not at a convenient moment and we've got to make do with what we've got.


Eileen
To : Will , I love your posts to this site . Yes I agree social pooping is enjoyable and no I don't think it's weird . Keep posting , please .
Eileen .


Urq
Had the strangest poop of my life this morning! Woke up early to go to work (on a Sunday, yuck!) and felt some gas bubbling away. Went to let it out and stopped at the last second, as it felt like more than gas waiting at the exit! I quickly made my way to the bathroom, dropped my boxers and sat on the loo. No pushing required, I just relaxed and felt my bumhole open up and a couple of long, but pretty thin feeling turds slip out. I didn't feel like there was any more to come do stood up to see what I'd done. Sure enough, there were 2 poops, both probably 10in long, but both very very thin, like the width of a pencil. For such small ones, the smell was powerful! So I wiped and flushed. I don't know if maybe my system just isn't back to normal, as last weekend I was really bad on the Sunday, something I ate must've disagreed as I pooped 11 or 12 times and it was pretty much straight up water, not cool!


There are few things in life quite as thrilling as being first in line at the post office and getting the sudden and desperate urge to poop.


Will

Pre race pooping

So over the years, I have participated in a good deal of competitive running events. Once, early on in my "career" I was heading to a race with a friend, this one a half marathon sort of in the middle of nowhere. My friend had earlier gave me the helpful hint to always "come prepared" to a race and bring wet wipes with you. As I would soon come to find out, with the approximate toilet:runner ratio at most of these things being about 1:500, this was extremely sage advice.
Anyhow, this particular race was based out of a school out in the country. After registering and signing the paperwork, I felt that familiar stirring down below. I made my way to the bathroom to find, to my horror, that the line extended about 20 people outside the door. I inquired how many toilets were in there and found out there were 2. The bus was leaving to shuttle us to the starting line in less than half hour, so I knew this was never going to work. I decided right then and there to head outside and find a place to put those wet wipes to good use.
As the school was basically in the middle of a field, there didn't seem to be a lot of cover available. I started walking around the back and noticed a dumpster over in a corner by some trees. Better than nothing I thought. I quickly made my way towards it and turned around the back, only to come upon an athletic looking young woman in a squat, butt bared, with about a 6 inch long fat log hanging out of her butt. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed. Without batting an eye, she smiled, giggled and said "don't be sorry, I'm sure you're here for the same reason!". I replied that as a matter of fact she was correct. Through a mild grunt as she finished pushing out her log, she laughed again and said "join the party!"
As I was about to soil my pants at this point, I needed no further motivation. I squatted, bared my butt to the cool morning air, and commenced. I unfortunately began with a wet sounding fart, which led me to blush a bit, but my pooping pal didn't bat an eye, and continued working on her next log. My poop came as sort of a soft muddy mess, and created a large pile on the ground. By this time my neighbor was finishing her wipe. She pulled up her shorts, stood, wished me good luck and was on her way. As I commenced my own wiping, a girl with a concerned look on her face came darting past me, she stopped a little ways down, dropped her drawers and I heard what sounded like a minor nuclear explosion. "Sorry!" I heard her embarrassed voice say. In order to extend the same goodwill my neighbor had to me, I assured her there was nothing to be embarrassed about and asked if she had wet wipes. She actually only had a few Kleenex she said, so I offered some of my pack, which she graciously accepted, and went on my way.
In any case, I felt free and ready to go, and actually took my one and only first place in a half marathon that day! Anyways, if you are getting involved in running, know that sooner or later, (probably sooner), you are going to see strangers pee and poop in strange places. It seems like it actually creates some sort of strange bond, and is perfectly accepted. Honestly, runners watching themselves pee and poop, at least in my experience, would be akin to 2 other people watching each other brush their teeth, in other words, no big deal. In one trail race I competed in, I actually came across a girl squatting literally one foot off the trail taking a massive poop, all the while giving a thumbs up and shouting encouragement to the passing runners. The funniest site I saw while competing in a marathon was a line of about 20 guys all standing I a row taking leaks right along side the pathway.....As you can probably guess, a great deal of my fun and interesting pooping stories will come from the running world! In any case, till next time, I hope you enjoyed. I don't believe there is any way to comment on this site, but I try to read all your stories. I would like to give honorable mention to Victoria B, whose stories I have enjoyed the most!


Will

High school pooping

Hello again, I'm bored tonight and on a roll....Thinking back to high school, I remember how nervous I was to use the bathroom. There were no doors on the stalls and this just felt wrong to me. Personally, when I had to poop I had to poop, but I just couldn't in these situations... About halfway thru my freshman year, I finally had an unstoppable urge while in class. I asked my teacher to use the restroom and headed off. I entered the restroom and approached the stalls and saw that a guy I knew, Dan, was in the far stall. I tried to avoid eye contact and sat down I the middle stall of the three next to him.
As bad as I had to go, I was totally froze. I just couldn't go! I sat and waited as he wiped and finished up, and finally, here was my opportunity! He flushed, and oh my god the floodgates opened. He walked to the sinks, which of course were right in front of my stall, with a large mirror in which he could see me perched on the toilet behind him. At this point it didn't matter, and I just continued on. He left, I wiped , and went back to class. In the end not really a big deal.
That moment kind of opened me up to school pooping, realizing it wasn't really a big deal and that everybody did it. A short time later, I went to the bathroom on the way to lunch and was mid poop when I heard "hey, Dave!" from the stall next to me. As my name isn't Dave I didn't respond. Again I heard, "hey Dave!", and then this guy peeked his head around the corner while I was mid wipe. Startled, I didn't quite know what to do, and he was like "so sorry! I saw your shoes and thought you were Dave!". Oh well, in any case I thought so what, someone saw me pooping. After this I actually became much more comfortable, and even enjoyed and looked forward to pooping at school. For whatever reason it was kind of a freeing experience, especially when someone else was pooping at the same time next to me. It just felt kind of liberating. As I had to take a bus to school, I always got there early, and in the dead silent halls in the morning I saw many guys and girls enter the bathrooms, and heard all kinds of plops, pees, farts, etc. In some way it made me feel we were all human and connected.


Unlucky Lauren

FML...

I had a really amazing first date tonight with a guy I met last summer and became close friends with really fast, but I was in a weird relationship with someone else for a while and it took me a while to realize I really had stronger feelings for the friend I dated tonight... it was immediately comfortable and I had such a nice time that I was feeling almost outside myself with joy and excitement being with him.

It was getting kind of late, and I am pretty regular... I typically have a bm around 8 or 8:30 each evening halfway between dinner and bed time, and we were going on 10 o clock. I'd needed to go fairly badly for over a half an hour and was at the point where my mind was constantly partially thinking about needing the bathroom and more and more of my attention started to focus on my desperation rather than my date.

I really wasn't interested in disappearing to the bathroom for too long, so instead I just tried to really concentrate on holding it and estimated that there were only, at most, 2 hours left until I would be home, and I told myself I could wait 2 hours. I was way too confident.

About 35 minutes later we finally got up to leave and head back to drop me off. We had planned before hand not to go home together either way because we both work tomorrow morning so at least I didn't have that to worry about. Except, when I slid across the bench and stood up from the booth, I felt a really sharp cramp wrench my gut. I had to freeze in place as I was so scared in that second that it was about to happen in my underwear. I had on a loose fitting, knee length beige skirt with multi colored flowered panties on underneath that are new and a little on the skimpy side (I wanted to be prepared for an intimate moment just in case) so I knew an accident would be a total disaster. I stayed like that for what felt like minutes while I regained my composure and I slowly stood all the way up and followed my date out. As I walked toward the car behind him I felt an extremely intense pressure begin to build very slowly in my rectum... with every step the pressure got worse and worse and I began to sweat. My stomach cramped again and, totally against my control, I automatically gave a push and my cheeks quickly parted as I began to poop in my underwear in the parking lot half way to his car. I stopped in my tracks and started to cry, and just stood there filling my panties with a very large load of hot, slightly solid poop. I have no clue how it stayed in my underwear but I was standing there rigidly with my legs crossed as tightly as possible to keep the mess from spilling down my legs. He turned around in a confused panic, not knowing what to do, as I just stood helplessly blowing up my pants and crying. It was an absolute nightmare scenario. We drove home with the windows down in silence as i quietly cried sitting in my mess. I meekly apologized and couldn't even look at him when I left his car and shamefully waddled inside with my now soaked-through panties sagging badly. Yet somehow someway the mess never really fell down my legs too much, though it smeared all over my inner thighs almost down to my knees, and I could feel that a large amount of it squished up along my butt crack towards my back like a storm ditch. It felt so, so gross, and I of course stunk. I got in the shower with all my clothes still on...

I hate how the date ended obviously. There couldn't be a worse time to have an accident...except maybe like on my wedding day or while speaking in front of a large group or something. But this is definitely near the top of the list...

one good thing though... he just texted me saying "I hope you're feeling better... get plenty of rest and drink fluids, I'll text you in the morning". <3



Will

Pooping amongst friends

I've gotta say I love this site...for whatever reason I've always enjoyed pooping and reading all these stories makes me feel a lot more normal. In any case I have been reliving a lot of my poop related stories from the past. Quite a while back I was seeing this girl Rochelle. We were hanging out at her house with her good friend Melissa. The three of us had taken a long hike in the woods and arrived back at her house. We were chilling out in her room, which had an attached bathroom. Melissa let it be known that she needed to use the toilet and headed into the bathroom. Rochelle got up and followed her in, and I followed also. What the heck, we're all friends. Seemed a bit strange at the time but whatever. Melissa perched herself on the toilet and started crackling out a noisy poop as we talked. Rochelle sat cross legged in front of the toilet and I perched myself on the edge of the bathtub.
This whole process lasted a good long while and Melissa seemed to be enjoying her poop. I had gotten the urge myself, so I jokingly called "dibs" on the toilet. M finished up and wiped herself and flushed. I made my move to the toilet. I was somewhat nervous, but I had just watched and listened to a friend poop so what the heck. I was slightly hesitant at first, but Melissa and Rochelle casually started chatting with me, and made me feel comfortable, so I started pushing out my logs. It honestly is really a freeing experience to poop in front of others. In all honesty we all do it. So what's the big deal? I took my time and enjoyed my poop, and only began my wipe when Rochelle indicated that she needed to go....I vacated the toilet and sat on the edge of the tub with Melissa as Rochelle took her place on the seat. We sat and conversed, and I'd be lying if I said I don't think both of us were watching her logs fall between her legs. After a time she did quite the wiping job, showing us the clean last piece, and flushed. All in all an interesting bonding experience between friends. We didn't end up together, but it was an eye opening experience. In my following experiences, i pooped in front of my girlfriends, and my wife and I poop freely now.


Anna
I did a big workout at the gym today. At the end I went for a run on the treadmill and ended up super exhausted and sweaty. I was gonna hop into the shower but I also really needed a poo after all the exercise. So I went back to the locker room, stripped out of my sweaty clothes and wrapped myself in my towel. Then I went to the bathroom. All three stalls were empty and I took the last one. I locked the door, put the towel over the wall and sat down on the toilet seat. I peed and then without much pushing, a very big turd started to slowly slide out of my backdoor. It was stretching my little hole and I couldn't help letting out a series of moans. But luckily I was alone in the bathroom, so it was all good. The big log finally splashed into the bowl and then I had a second one coming. It wasn't as big, but as I was leaning forward on the toilet I still had a good "poop tail" hanging from my plump butt, haha. Anyway, at that moment somebody else came in and through the cracks and in the mirror I could see that it was the new girl working at reception. What was weird was that she took the stall right next to me, even though there was one free at the other end. She peed and then started to plop away her poos as well. I dropped two more turds and unfortunately also let slip a couple of really embarrassing farts. They were lound and wet and I totally blasted each of them into the bowl. Needless to say that I was also stinking out the bathroom, as I often do when I need a dump. I guess you get the picture, it was a really good pooping session, hehe!

What was good is that the other girl left before I was done and that the bathroom was all empty when I came out after wiping and flusing. Also, I felt really great and super relieved! Right after that I went to take a shower and felt even better after that! That's my story for today, I hope you liked it.

to Natalie: It's great to see you back. Loved you story about your friend. It's nice that you are so close. I have a couple of friends that I would ask to do the same thing. I mean, I would ask them if I could poo at their house if I had to. Hope you have some time to write more soon.


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Natalie great story it sounds like McKenzie was pretty desperate and had a really good poop and I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Carin great story at least she did use them and avoided an accident.

To: Will great story it sounds like Lisa had a good poop.

To: Louise first welcome to the site and it sounds like you had a rough time but it turned out in the end it sounds like and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Lorenz

My Peeing Survey

I made up this peeing survey. It should be interesting to read the results from those on the board.

1) What type of urinal do you prefer?
Now that I'm in high school I like the half-high ones. But before about six years ago my penis couldn't reach one.

2) Do you ever go into a stall and pee into the toilet?
Yes in places like school when I want privacy because the guys using the urinals next to me sometimes look at my junk. It is small.

3) What's the longest time you've waited in line for a urinal? Where was it?
20 or 25 minutes last year at a NBA game. Something happened in one of the bathrooms and it had to be closed. So the lines got longer.

4) How do you select the urinal you will use from all of those available?
I try to stay one or two away from the nearest person using one but that doesn't always work good.

5) If you go into a stall do you pee standing up or sitting down? If standing, do you raise the seat?
Usually standing. I raise the seat because sometimes my aim isn't that good.

6) Have you ever had trouble unzipping your jeans or getting out your penis? Were others watching? What was said?
That can be a problem with sweats. In grade school, I pulled my sweats down to the bottom of my cheeks. Just as a started my pee, the 6th grader behind me started snapping at my butt with his forefinger and thumb. Unfortunately I started crying and gave him a show.

7) Do you hold your penis with one or two hands when you piss?
One hand. It is small.

8) When you finish, do you shake your penis off?
Sometimes. When I don't sometimes I get some some additional splash into my underwear. I remember shaking it once in middle school and the guy behind me shoved me and told me there was no jerking off.

9) Do you flush the urinal?
Usually, but I don't if class passing period is about to end because the guy behind me will get a spray job in the few seconds he has left.

10) What's the worst crud you've seen floating in a urinal bowl? Did you still use the urinal?
An RC cola can partially floating in the water. Yes, I was desperate and it was the only one not in use. I had to aim my stream high and against the back of the urinal. But during the last seconds some of my pee did splash back on my jeans.

11) Do you wash your hands after peeing?
Most times. But not if I'm going to be tardy to class. Its not worth a 4-hour Saturday detention.

12) How good are the auto-flushers?
Not that good. Too much movement will easily set them off.

13) In a crowded bathroom or when they were drunk have you ever seen a girl use a urinal in a guys' bathroom.
Yes. This was a couple of months ago at the park when we were sledding. Her friends dared her to because she complained about having to sit on a cold toilet seat.

14) How often do you pee while crapping in a public bathroom?
About once a week at school.


Annie (Anny)

Mushy poop after brunch

Hi everyone. I'm on the toilet shortly after having brunch & a cup of black coffee and glass of water and I'm having a mushy poop. In the past I wouldn't have touched black coffee with a 10 foot pole, but now that and water are my go-to laxatives for a soft, easy gotta-go-now kind of poop. I drink glasses of water from a giant 3 L bottle throughout the day since I am on a lot of different medications mainly for seizures so that helps keep everything soft and easy for me to go.

Just finished, wiped, pulled up my jeans, leggings & boy shorts underwear and flushed the toilet. It wasn't diarrhea but it was a big pile of soft poop kind of like mud.

Happy pooping!


Taylor

Pooping away from home

Does anyone else really enjoy pooping in places other than their own bathroom? It didn't really bother me that much before, I had a neutral opinion, but now I'm enjoying it more and more and actually going out of my way to use a public bathroom. Even if it means paying for it.


Friday, April 21, 2017


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

Natalie- that's was such a cool story! It sounded like Mckenzie really had to go. It's good you two have that type of friendship where you can talk to each other about these things.

Uncle Harry-now that's the way that unisex bathrooms should be thought of! We all need to pee and poo, why on earth should we be embarrassed about doing with people of a different gender than ours?

Imogen- Liked your story about being desperate for a wee, I've also been so in need that I've got my jeans and pants down but started haven't stepped backwards quick enough to the loo so I end up weeing on the floor. I do agree that it's a bit embarrassing.

Victoria B- Your stories are always so well written, the last one with the automatic flush was particularly entertaining. If that ever happens to me I'll be so exacerbated by the third time it happens!

Natasha- and there I was thinking that you pay to use the loo in order to keep them clean! Sorry to hear that you had such an explosive poo. But as you said your body must have needed to get rid of whatever was upsetting it. And it's always the way that when you need to wipe the most the loo paper is the worst.

Now onto my story. I was out in town and after looking in some shops I needed to pee and poo. So I made my way into a department store (in fact it was the one in my first post) and went into the women's loo. Using the second cubical along I undid my jeans and pulled them down to my knees along with my blue pants. I then had a long pee and pushed out a barrage of loose poo. While I was doing this three other people used the bathroom including one who I heard having a loud pee and also dropping two logs into the toilet. When the bathroom was empty I came out of the cubical and washed my hands before leaving and continuing shopping. As I got to the other end of the shopping centre I was developing the need for another pee so I went to a different department store and used their women's loo. I had a very relieving pee and knowing that I needed to poo again I pushed out some farts and eventually some more poo exited. I had wiped and put the toilet paper into the loo (covering three pellet like turds) and was just about to leave the cubical when my heart began to race. As palpitations are an early sign that I might have a panic attack I sat back down on the loo and concentrated on taking deep breaths to stop this from happening. As I was doing so a few mothers came in and used the bathroom with their kids resulting in quite a noisy atmosphere until they left. Eventually I got my heart rhythm back to normal and exited the cubical but didn't wash my hands as there was a cleaner at the sinks. After doing some more shopping and having a coffee I needed to have yet another pee. This time I was in a clothes store which had a café of its own with a gender-neutral bathroom so I went to the door and saw that there was a teenage girl already waiting to use it. I queued up with her and after a minute a mum and her son left the bathroom. The girl shyly steeped aside as if to let me go first but I said no as she was there first she should use it before me. As she went in I wondered if she might have done that because she needed to poo and was proved right when after ten minutes waiting I heard the toilet flush and the hand dryer go on. As she exited the bathroom she averted her eyes to the floor and walked quickly away. I went in expecting a strong smell of poo but it was only faint. Sitting down I had a pee and did a very wet fart. After washing my hands and talking a selfie in the mirror I unlocked the door and carried on shopping. The last loo I used while out was an hour later when I needed to pee once more. This time I was walking through another department store and went up to their toilets. There was a women's there but as it was opposite the bureau de change I didn't feel comfortable using it so I waited for the accessible bathroom to become free. As I was doing so an afab (assigned female at birth) person (I don't know if they were trans) who looked to be undergrad aged stood by the bathroom as well. Ten minutes passed and we were still waiting until the door opened and out stepped a teenage boy, the other person went to go inside and seeing me do the same asked if I wanted to use the toilet so I said I did. Going in I had to flush the loo as the previous occupant had neglected to do so having left a lot of toilet paper in the bowl. I then had a quick pee and washed my hands before pushing open the door and walking away but not before seeing the other person go inside. Thinking about it now how funny would it be if they were nonbinary as well and we stood feet apart not even knowing that we share the same gender identity.


Natalie

What friends are for

Hey guys! I'm finally back! I've just been so busy I haven't had much time to post. But here I am! I have so many stories but not a lot of time so I'll pick a short one. Recently, I've become really close with my friend Mckenzie, who lives down the street. We're a special kind of close and joke about poop and other bathroom matters constantly. Anyway, Mckenzie has a lot of family visiting her for Easter, and she complains constantly about having to share a bathroom with them. Last night, I received a text from her that said, "I have to ask a really weird favor from you." I told her that she could ask for anything. She then replied, "can I come poop at your house?" I laughed out loud, and i thought she was joking at first. I asked for clarification and she said, "My aunt just got in the shower and I have to poop so badly, can I please come do it over there???" No one was home at my house so I told her to come all over. Not 45 seconds later, I heard rapid knocking on my door. I opened up the door to see Mckenzie, and she abruptly said "thank you!" and shuffled past me to get to our guest bathroom. Mckenzie slammed the bathroom door shut. I heard her rip her pants down, sigh quietly, and then I heard a loud crackle and a PLOP PLOP PLOP into the toilet. I jokingly yelled, "everything all right in there?" She yelled back, "yes I'll be out in a minute!" I quietly crept closer to the door to hear what was going on. Mckenzie breathed heavily, and I heard a few more plops as her poop slid into the toilet. After about two minutes, I heard her start to unroll the toilet paper so I went into the living room and waited for her to come out. She flushed, washed her hands, and came out of the bathroom. We joked and talked for a few minutes until she jokingly said, "if you ever have an emergency you're welcome to come poop at my house!" I might take her up on that offer someday! Anyways that's my story, I'll keep you guys updated with more!


Sam

Post Title (optional)Taking dumps with my sister

Hi all,
I ve been a visitor for a while and thought I
might share a story from the very beggining.
When me and my twin sister were very young, we were potty trained at the sam time, seated rigght next to each other in our bathroom in a blue and pink potty.
My sibling always out pooped me every morning.
This continued untill we started school.


Carin

Bunny Hoppin'

Our Student Council adopted a Easter Egg Hunt from an adult group that couldn't get enough members to commit to the needed work. So Friday evening as soon as the sun went down our group had to meet this guy at the park. He had a huge dump truck with garbage bags filled with plastic eggs of many colors. We were told that it would take two hours; actually it took us four so we were trudging up and down the hills of the park with our bags hiding the eggs as we went. Because it was dark and there are some bums that hang out in the park we were required to walk in groups of two.

I was with Myrna. She's a freshman. Afraid of the dark (why me!) and I think that caused her to need to pee twice as we were doing our work. So we had to carry our bags to another side of the park where there was a picnic area. When we got there, it was about 11:30 and a little light from the moon helped us find the bathroom building. It was in sad shape. We walked in and Myrna stopped inside the entryway. She was grossed out by what she saw. There were 5 toilets. No partitions. Each looked to be about 100 years old. Although I didn't have to go bad, I took the first toilet. I pulled my jeans and underwear down. I tried to get Myrna to take the toilet beside me. She hesitated. I did a short pee. I got up and flushed. Then Myrna decided to take my toilet. I could tell she hated using it. Her problem was that there was no toilet paper available so she couldn't wipe down or cover the seat. However, she reluctantly got up on it. Her pee started at once and I tried to be encouraging to her. I guess she hadn't peed in front of many of her friends.

We hurried back to the group and finished putting out our eggs. My parents let Myrna spend the night with me because it was going to be a short night. We had a meeting with this parks guy at 8 a.m. The kids and their parents started coming shortly after that. A costume store donated five bunny outfits. I was one of the bunnies. Because I had to drive over there for the event, I didn't want to be wearing my outfit. So when Myrna and I parked, I carried my outfit in two boxes to another restroom building. She came with me. Before I dressed, I sat down and peed. Then within a couple of minutes, my crap came. Two large pieces, the final one that worried Myrna because she could see the push I was having to do to get it out. Luckily this bathroom had toilet paper and I used plenty of it cleaning myself.

I must have had my picture taken a hundred times by parents. Myrna was good about getting the children in close enough to me. She also had some parents ask her to take a picture of their families with me. When the egg hunt ended, Myrna went back to the bathroom with me while I changed. Of course, by this time the bathroom had been trashed. There were five open toilets and Myrna was hurried to get onto one. She had been holding her crap for a couple of hours. She checked out each of the toilets and the middle one was the only one that wasn't jammed up. Just like before, she complained about having to have contact with the seat. I tried to assure her nothing would happen. She slowly seated herself. She wasn't lying. Immediately the splashes into the bowl started. She jumped up once when a waterbug or something ran across the rim of the toilet, right between her legs.

Right after that happened, I had the idea to go next door and see if there was any toilet paper I could pull off for her. I just bolted in there since we hadn't heard any noise. I grabbed the small amount of toilet paper left on the one roll left. I wrapped it around my hand and took it in to Myrna. She thanked me but I could see she still was not comfortable using a public toilet. While she stood and was cleaning herself, she asked why there were no privacy cubicles and doors in public toilets. I told her there was probably crime, vandalism and things like that. I told her using public bathrooms is a necessity for most people.

Myrna isn't fully convinced but she's making progress I guess.


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Will great story it sounds like Holly had a good poop.

To: Abbie great story about you and your friends.

To: Ellison it sounds like you had a lot of fun back then.

To: Victoria B great story.

Well thats all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Will

Buddy poop

So years ago, I was working a holiday shift with Lisa, a good buddy I kinda had feelings for but we were basically just platonic friends. We often talked about "taboo" subjects like bodily functions and such. We had been going non stop for over half the shift when things finally ground to a halt late in the evening (we work at a hospital). We settled down to relax and after conversing for a few minutes both came to the realization that we hadn't used the bathroom all night. We both had to poop badly.
As we were literally the only 2 employees in our department and knew there would be no one else there to come in and think it was weird, we decided to use the girls bathroom together so we could continue to chat. We entered stalls next to each other and pulled down our pants. Almost immediately my butt started spreading wide with a huge but soft log. I could hear Lisa's butt crackling also, and for whatever reason I found it exhilarating that me and my buddy were sitting only a foot or two apart with poop coming out of our butts, sharing this private intimate moment.
Eventually Lisa's first log dropped with a large plop, and she let out a soft moan of relief, while mine continued all the way into the water before finally breaking off. At this point we both peed a bit then continued our conversation. Lisa plopped periodically, while I crackled out a large soft mound on top of my initial log. After a time we both started working the paper to clean ourselves up then we flushed and finished. All in all it was a unique bonding experience, which we actually repeated several times when we were working alone together again late at night. If you have the chance for something similar I'd highly recommend it. That was quite a few years ago and we don't work together anymore, but I remember it fondly. Not something you get to do every day but social pooping can be fun! Hope this story isn't weird and that you enjoyed!


Uncle Harry

Strange Public Bathrooms

There was a time when my family lived in a high-rise across the road from the city park. This gave me a good chance to take walks in the park. The bathrooms officially opened May 1 and closed November 1. However, they often started to open early or close late.

One warm April, I needed to pee. I noticed that the nearest mens room was partially open. The windows were still boarded, but the door was open and the lights were on. The womens room was totally closed. As I started to enter the mens room, a women started to come in with me. She said that she really had to go and would I mind sharing the bathroom. She said she wouldent watch me pee at the urinal and please dont watch her pee in the stall. There were no doors on the stalls because of theft. It didnt work out that way. She picked a stall directly facing a urinal. We couldnt help but watch each other pee. We both laughed.

While we were peeing, a man and two women came it. They were not together. The man went to a urinal and the two women went to stalls. One pooped and then peed while the other just peed. Neither tried to hide their pussies. One had a really heavy pee flow. Well, I guess this was now a unisex bathroom.


Wednesday, April 19, 2017


Stomach Bug at Work

Hey, Im Louise, Im 25 years old and work in an office as an administrator/receptionist. I am going to tell you about something which happened to me a couple of months ago!

One Thursday evening, I got home from work and was starting to feel a bit ill - I had a sore throat, headache, muscle aches and stomach ache. I laid on the sofa for a while but I had to go out to meet some friends, so I went up to the bathroom. My stomach felt a bit funny so I sat on the toilet.

I pushed out two sloppy semi solid logs which made my stomach feel a bit better. I was quite gassy and didnt really want to go out but I had to. When I wiped, there were large golden brown streaks on the paper, and I had to get in the shower afterwards so I felt a bit cleaner.

I then went out but I only stayed for a couple of hours I felt so bad. I went straight to bed and woke up at 6am with an overwhelming urge to go for a poo. Because my parents were in, I decided to hold it because it felt like definite diarrhea. I squirmed in bed for a while, holding my bum and praying the feeling would go away.

I went to the bathroom and had a pee but didnt dare let anything out the other end in case it was a mud slide. I drove to work feeling very uncomfortable. I was still dying for the toilet, but knew I would have to hold it for 9 hours until I finished my shift. I had gurgling deep in my stomach and it was so distracting.

As I parked my car at work, I got a sudden really bad gurgle and my need to empty my bowels suddenly became very urgent. I sat still until the feeling passed somewhat and then I took four Imodium. I waddled into work, my bloated stomach hurting massively.

I lasted ten minutes before the pain in my stomach became unbearable and I started to worry that I wasnt going to make it to the toilet. I went and told my boss I was sick and needed to leave. She asked me if I had the runs and I was like No but I need to have them to make me feel better. She was really nice and let me go.

I pretty much ran back to my car, the need to empty my bowels was awful as I pulled away. I was barely holding it in as every traffic light turned to red. I got halfway home when I realised I wasnt going to make it.

I checked my handbag frantically and realised I had the keys to the scout hut which I run, where there was a much needed toilet. I pulled into the scout car park, jumped out of my car and dashed towards the building. I was fumbling with keys and panicking as the cramps got worse. I had a sudden severe cramp and my guts just dropped.

I literally felt like I was about to go in my pants as I flung the main door open. I was clenching my bum for all I was worth as I hurriedly locked it. I ditched my handbag and jacket as I ran into the toilet trying not to have an accident.

I ripped my trousers and panties down, and before my bum even touched the seat, runny poo spurted into the toilet. I had made it to the toilet with literally seconds to spare. I sat down fully and more liquid squirted out of my bum, causing cramps and sweating. I was moaning and holding my poor bloated stomach.

I spent 30 minutes exploding into the toilet and pooing my guts out, before I started to feel marginally better. I left the toilet and found the caretaker stood there. 'What are you doing here during the day?' he asked.

I suddenly felt my guts gurgle loudly and I badly needed to release more diarrhea. 'Ohhh' I groaned, grabbing my stomach and ran back into the toilet where I exploded again. I knew he could hear but I was past caring as it all splattered out.

I felt so bad as it was happening but I felt marginally better after. I spent ages wiping the mess off my bum before emerging from the stall, embarrassed but relieved.

'You not feeling well?' the caretaker asked gently. 'Not exactly' I replied, still clutching my belly. 'Have you got diarrhea?' he asked. 'Yeah very badly' I replied, as I wobbled about trying to get my bum comfortable.

Long story short he looked after me all day as I had diarrhea, and the next day when he got it, I looked after him. Now we are together lol.


Imogen

school toilets

Abbie, it really seems to be a common problem, the state of toilets in schools. Mine sound really like yours, I tried to avoid using them, but that meant I ended up getting desperate.

I've only had skidmarks a couple of times, but I would often run to the toilet desperate for a wee and feel it start to come out. Sometimes it'd only be a tiny spot, but other times there could be quite a bit.

One time was in year 8 I think and I was quite shy, I'd just got sat down in the first lesson after lunch and I realised I needed a wee. At that moment the teacher arrived so I realised I'd have to hold it in. I knew I didn't dare ask, because the teacher would have asked why I didn't go at lunchtime! The lesson was an hour long and by halfway through I was crossing my legs and feeling really uncomfortable. I was getting more and more desperate for a wee. I was then starting to worry that I wouldn't be able to wait long enough, and that I might wet my pants. However at about 5 minutes to, the teacher let us all out early, I'm not sure why! I wasn't complaining though! I ran down the corridor towards the nearest toilets, turning right and going up the stairs and then down another quiet corridor to the toilet block. This was quite a small one with only two cubicles, and both were in use!!

As I ran I could feel a few dribbles come out into my knickers and I was really hoping that I'd be able to hold it in. I stood in front of the cubicles desperately trying to keep it in, I was holding my front through my skirt but then I heard the main door open so had to let go, it was Caitlin a girl from my class, who asked me if I was queuing, then sighed when I said I was. I was fidgeting so much I could barely stand still, but tried to not look to desperate. I could feel more leaks, including one big one which seemed to dampen my knickers properly, and I could start to feel it running down my legs (I didn't have tights on). I was really starting to worry now that I might have a total accident in front of somebody, when one of the girls in a cubicle flushed and came out and I followed. I slammed the door shut and tore my knickers down and actually started weeing on the floor in front of the toilet, as I couldn't get over the toilet before I exploded. The feeling was heaven, but I was so embarrased. I looked down and my knickers, which were pink with yellow outlines, were damp throughout the bottom part.

I sat there for at least a minute and a half letting the wee out, at first it was a long continual stream, which then died down into an on-and-off stream. Finally I sat for a while. At this point I could hear Caitlin go into the cubicle next door and do a long hissing wee on her toilet. I pulled off loads of toilet roll and tried to dry my knickers, but there was a lot. I also dried the back of my legs as I'd leaked down there. Pulling up the knickers wasn't nice as they were wet and cold, but it was better than going without.


Siford

Broken Door, Obnoxious Brother

I've known my friend Hollie for about 9 years. We started kindergarten together. On vacation weeks from school we like to hang out together, but we have to do it at her house since she has to babysit her brother Laim. He's 6. He's also obnoxious. A couple of weeks ago he got mad because Hollie was on the toilet and refused to get off and let him use it. Instead of waiting he crashed into the door. Kind of a tantrum, I guess, but it split the wood near the handle and lock. Then within a day, the handle and lock fell out and kind of broke apart. Laim won't misbehave when his mom's home but since she works a lot, he will deliberately walk in on Hollie. Problem is that she yells, chases him out and he seems to love the conflict. Once this week when I was over and watching a video, Hollie got off the toilet so fast that she reached out, grabbed his belt, and caught him. Holding him up off the floor, she spanked him. Problem was when she got back into the bathroom, Hollie was stepping in a stream of her own pee. Some of it also splashed onto her new white shorts. And when she called me in to see the damage, there was a turd the size of my thumb in the pee that she had stepped in. She said she was like 3 days constipated and because she was crying so hard, I knew she wasn't going to be able to do a full crap. The final two days we were together she and I took turns guarding the door while the other was in the bathroom. Hollie's mom admits Laim probably needs counseling, but Hollie is hopeful that with another couple babysitting jobs, she will be able contribute some money to it.


Will

Evening poop

So glad I found this site....I have (what I thought was) a strange fascination with pooping and reading these posts makes me feel so much better! I am actually seated on the pot as I write this...as I was reading some of these posts, I pushed out a good sized pile of soft, smelly poop. As soon as I finish typing here I'm going to proceed to wiping by behind. Again, just so happy to find this site, and to know others are fascinated by this topic. I have some good stories to share so I'll be back soon!


Will

High school Holly

So here's the story which jumpstarted my interest in pooping...in high school I had been ill and missed a test. When the time came to review the test my instructor asked me to go into the hall since I missed the test. She gave me a desk to sit at in the hallway. This just happened to be directly across from the girls bathroom, which like most in schools, is not very private, no exterior door or anything, just a direct view into the row of stalls. As I was waiting there, my crush of the moment, Holly, and her friend come strolling down the hall towards the bathroom. Holly smiled at me and says hello, and proceeds into the bathroom. She enters the stall closest to the door and her friend enters directly next to her. Almost immediately I hear a gush of pee from both girls. Holly's friend quickly flushes and exits the stall. Taking her place in front of Holly's stall, she strikes up a conversation. As they are chatting, Holly begins dropping logs into the toilet without a care as she converses with her friend. As I watch and listen, I amusedly watch Holly shift her feet back and forth and wiggle her toes as she farts and plops. After a few minutes, I hear her start to ferociously tear at the toilet paper over and over. Must have been a mess! Finally she gets up, flushes, and exits. She washes her hands and her and her friend exit the room. She gives me a big smile and a wave and continues on her way. I found it very refreshing that this beautiful girl was completely comfortable sitting down and freely pooping while having a casual conversation with her friend, all the while knowing a guy who liked her was sitting directly outside the door in clear earshot! (Honestly, when the hallways were quiet in the school you could hear poop dropping and pee flowing from halfway down the hall!). A short time later when I got to school in the morning I had to poop and incidentally Holly was sitting in the hallway right across from the guys bathroom. I sat down and emptied myself freely. As I left I struck up a casual conversation with her, thinking to myself that in a short time we had both listened to each other poop and weren't ashamed in the least!


Matthew B

Pooping at School

Boys pooping at my school was pretty much unheard of. It was weird. When I was at primary school it was ok. Aged 8-12 I could walk into a toilet drop my pants and poop. I take it we were too young to think any different. I remember my first day of secondary school (big school) I was really nervous, and when lunch time came along I was really desperate for a poo. I went to the nearest toilet. There was three stalls all empty, 3 urinals and a couple of sinks. 2 boys at the the urinals and 2 at the sink. I walked in and went straight into the stall pulled my pants and underpants down and I sat down. It was runny and unfortunaly for me it was noisy. The other boys ran over and started banging on the door "he's having a shit" I was pelted with wet toilet paper and one even jumped up and looked over. "Nice pants" he yelled, I was wearing striped briefs. I then had to walk out with them all pointing and laughing. My first day of secondary school was most deffiantaly the worst.


ol fella

girl child's stinky lil critters !

We're drivin home from shopping the other night on the highway, I am drivin, mums in the middle and girl child's in the far seat. We just got on to the 5k stretch of highway between the store and home. I'am watching the road glancing down at the dash occasionally, we're all away with our thoughts not chattin very much. When the girl child burst out gigglin, mum and I both sort of glance over at her. Then it hit us like a boxing glove, this smell, so concocted, so brewed, so potent. It brought tears to my eyes, it stung my nostrils. Mum covered her nose and mouth gasping in horror. I couldn't roll the window down fast enough. It was like nothing I'd ever smelt before. Road kill mixed with rubbish dump mixed with shower cleaner with a twist of rotten egg thrown in. Rotten to the core with a piercing essence. The smell overcame me , my eyes watered my nose ran. The wind from the window blew in offering some relief. It was all too much for the girl child, she was laughing hysterically like she was going to lay an egg. Just when the smell cleared enough to roll up the window, she let loose again. Round two another hit. My god, it got worse. Down with the window again. Must have looked funny to the other traffic this ol fella driving with his head half out the window, trying to breathe. When we get home girl child grabs the keys and she's off like a shot. Could almost see smoke coming off her sneakers. Mum gives me a kiss and says "your daughter".
I roll my eyes, grab the shopping bags out of the back and head up to the house. As I enter, I smell it again. Then I hear the shower start. I look at mum, she looks at me. "Guess it slipped through to the keeper!" mum went up to check on girl child, yep slipped through big time.
I couldn't help but laugh. She won't do that again, her fav pants too.
lol


Kat

Freaked out in an out house

Last weekend my family and I went to this nature park with hiking trails and look out and things. It was a really beautiful place. After lunch we were hiking up to this one look out, I was starting to feel the need for a poo, it had been 4 days and there was no way I was going to be able to hold it till we got home. As luck would have it when we got there, there was an outhouse sort of thing it had a girls side and a boys side. The Girls was its own little room, the toilet was a proper seat but the toilet was a tube that emptied into a space below, It wasn't ideal but it was better than doing it in my pants or the woods and it did have paper. I undid my jeans and slipped them off and sat on the plastic seat. I shuffled a little to get comfy and part my butt checks in preparation for my poo, I could feel it but it was going to take time.
Now this is where it gets weird, I am sitting there feeling my poo slowly opening my but hole and I hear this voice whisper "yes!" I instantly froze, I start looking around the place its deadly silent not a sound the walls are intact no holes I can't see any one, my family are a few hundred yards away at the lookout fence. My poo is right on the brink, the point where it's almost beyond sucking back in. When I suddenly think look down, I open my legs really wide and look into the space below just as my poo starts to move. I didn't see anything at first then as my eyes adjusted I could see him. There was a man in the space just below the floor. I was scared I didn't know what to do my poo was starting to come out. I stared at him, my poo was huge and there is no way I could get it out quickly. I just sat there frozen in place my poo inching out 4 days worth slowly growing out my bum. I am staring at this man from between my legs thinking all kinds of thoughts, he's watching me but he is not touching me or hurting me. My mind raced, my poo kept inching out, it felt big. It was out of me about 6inches when the man reaches up and touches the end of it. I said please don't touch me just let me do this and go, He caught my poo. The poo tapered off and ended at about 10inches, I sprang off the toilet so fast wiping my bum whilst leaning against the far wall. I threw the paper at the toilet, dressed and I was outer there.
I ran over to where my family was and catching my breath panted to my step dad about what happened. He Ran back over to the toilet and into the girls side, then the boys then walked all around the toilet. I went over to him and we both looked. Nothing in the girls, boys and no visible way to get into the space below and we couldn't see any one in the space below. My poo wasn't in there thou neither was the paper. We both stood there looking into the hole quietly but nothing.
After I Calmed down we hiked back down to the car and went to the ranger station, where dad spoke to the ranger.
We live in an apartment and we quite often poo in front of each other, I even sometimes sit on mums lap and do mine while she is doing hers but nothing like that out house.
Freaked out
Kat


Abbie

Latest news

Hi everyone, I thought I'd just update you on my latest news as I have a spare moment.
Natasha- great story from when you went to stay with Anna and Lilly, its typical that all 3 of you needed to have a poo when you got back home from your night out, at least you got on the loo in time! Sorry to hear that you had an upset stomach while you were out at the shops, that must have been really embarasing! I hope you can post again soon.
Imogen- great story about being desperate for a wee at school, you remembered it really clearly even though it must have been a while ago now, I guess it sticks in your memory if your convinced your going to wet your pants. I have to say I had my worst near misses in the first 2 or 3 years of secondary school, I can certainly remember queing for a cubicle on several occasions and feeling like I wasn't going to make it! Actually it was worse when I badly needed a wee, at least if I had a poo poking out my knickers would get a bit dirty but that would be all, but a few times when my bladder was just about to burst I would let some spurts go into my knickers and would then sometimes feel it running down my legs as you described, your then paranoid that if you leak again your knickers won't hold it and you'll end up with wee all over the floor! I know what you mean about pulling your knickers back up when there all wet and cold, I've had to do that myself a few times and I totally agree it really isn't a pleasant feeling, but as you say still better than going without.
Anyway, back to my story, last night Katie and Lucy stayed over, we went out with some other friends and got back to my house around 11.30. We went straight up to my room, I really needed the loo so I said "Sorry, I'm gonna have to use the loo, I really need a wee!" I went into my ensuite, pulled my black leggings and yellow pants down and sat on the loo, I started to wee a heavy stream that went on for a while and then finally died away. I took off my leggings, top and bra while I was on the loo as I was going to get changed for bed as soon as I'd finished my wee. Lucy and Katie had both been for a wee at the pub before we left so they didn't need to go straight away, at least that meant no-one was hanging around waiting when they were desperate!! When I was done I took some toilet paper and wiped myself, and then pulled up my pants and washed my hands before going back into my room. By now Lucy and Katie were getting undressed as well, they had taken their tops off but still had their bras on. As I came in Lucy pulled her jeans down, she blushed as her green pants came down too leaving her bum showing for a second before she quickly pulled them back up! As Lucy took off her bra and put on her nightie, Katie pulled down her leggings, she was wearing some pink flowery pants which were stuck up her bum. Just like Lucy she took off her bra before putting on her nightie. I had been rummaging around in my drawer trying to find a clean nightie, I would have felt embarased standing there just in my pants without a bra on, but I know Lucy and Katie really well so it wasn't an issue. I finally found a nightie and put it on, and then we went to bed.
The next morning we woke up late, I had got up in the night to have a wee so I didn't really need the loo first thing. I went downstairs and made some toast which I brought back up to my room. As I went in the door to my ensuite was open and I saw Katie on the loo, her nightie pulled up and her pants round her knees, it sounded like she was having a massive wee and there was a huge look of relief on her face! When Katie was done she came back into the room and we started to eat the toast. I noticed Lucy was finding it hard to sit still, she kept shifting position on the bed and flashing her pants so I guessed she needed the loo, a few minutes later she said, "I need the toilet now only its a poo so I might be awhile, does anyone else need a wee first?" Katie shook her head and I said, "No, but I'll probably want a poo myself in a bit!" Lucy said "OK, I'll try not to be too long!" Katie and I followed her in to my ensuite so we could keep chatting, Lucy lifted her nightie and dropped her pants and sat down heavily on the loo. She did a quick wee, I guessed she must have gone for a wee while I was downstairs as she didn't need to do much. Lucy then started to push, I could see she was holding her breath and after straining for a while and making some loud grunts she was very red in the face and still hadn't managed to have a poo, she said "Sorry about this, I'm constipated, I don't think I've had a poo for 5 days!" By I had a heavy feeling in my belly which was turning into something more and I knew that a big poo was on the way, so I hoped Lucy wouldn't be too much longer! Lucy did a few really hard pushes and couldn't help grunting even more, but luckily that seemed to help and shortly after I heard a loud plop as her poo dropped, followed by a few more plops a minute or so later. I could feel my poo threatening to poke out of my bum so I knelt up and pulled my pants down a bit and said "Could you hurry up Lucy, I'm just about to poo my pants!!" Lucy quickly stood up and flushed, and then stepped to the side to wipe her bottom standing up so I could get on the loo. I quickly dropped my pants to my thighs and sat down heavily, my bum slapping down onto the seat. I needed to have a wee as well so I started with that, it splashed down noisily into the bowl and I couldn't help moaning a little with relief as I relaxed my clenched bum and felt the tip of a massive log start to poke out, it felt so good just to let it come, stretching my bumhole more and more. By now Lucy had pulled her pants up and was sitting next to Katie on the floor. I knew this was going to be a fat one and I would have to push quite hard to get it out, so I took a deep breath and started to bear down, I knew I was screwing up my face a bit as I pushed to the amusement of the other two, they couldn't help giggling as I continued to strain. I kept pushing and grunting for the next 5 minutes, feeling the log make its way out a tiny bit each time, and eventually it dropped and splashed down into the water and I was ready to wipe my bottom. After I'd wiped I flushed and pulled my pants up and then washed my hands, and we went back into my room to get dressed. Lucy took off her nightie and rummaged in her bag, she said "I know I've got some clean knickers in here somewhere!" In the meantime Katie had taken off her pants and put on some clean ones which had yellow and orange stripes, she pulled her nightie over her head and started to put on her bra as I took off my nightie and went over to my pants drawer to find some clean ones too. Lucy took out a pair of white pants and pulled down the ones she was wearing, she quickly put on her clean ones and then put her bra on. While Lucy and Katie put their jeans on I changed my pants, my clean ones were white as well. I put on my bra and then finished getting dressed too. Hope you enjoyed this story, will post again soon, bye for now!!


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Samantha first welcome to the site and great story it sounds like your sister had a good poop and sounds like your mom really had to go as well and finally you after a bit of a struggle and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.

To: Michael sounds like Kayla was having a rough time.

To: Anna J great set of stories.

To: Natasha great set of stories it sounds like you guys had some good poops.

To: Sonya Sue great story.

Well that's all for now

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Monday, April 17, 2017


Ellison

Remembering Janice

Yesterday, like many weeks, my childhood friend Danni and I met after work at our favorite tavern. Some things just don't change from week-to-week: 1) I'm the first to arrive and feel ackward sitting alone with a big pitcher of beer in front of me; b) Danni always invites a couple of guys from her department, but they stop a a sports bar first for Round I; c) when Danni arrives she is always holding a super crap and demands that I accompany her to the ladies room. This bathroom is different. There are two open toilets attached to a wall. No cubicles. Just a hip-high plastic partition between the toilets.

This week it was obvious that Danni had been holding her crap. She said her department had gone out for lunch. She had a lot to drink and said now five hours later her anus was more than properly lubricated for a dump. She's so gross but in an amusing sort of way. I had never seen her drop herself onto the toilet so fast. Luckily she yanked her thong and slacks down faster. The splashes started immediately and by the time I placed myself on my toilet I must have counted 6 or 7 splashes. Since she didn't hear anything from me she asked why. I told her I had crapped on my way in to work when I had to stop for gas and that I had just weed an hour ago when I had to stop for some aspirin. Luckily I was able to wee a little, because I knew she was listening. She use to tease me 20 years ago in school saying I had a peanut bladder that needed to be emptied ever hour or so.

As we sat I asked Danni why she holds her crap like that. Why not sit down and go at first chance? She got a little defensive and then told me this story from when we were in 9th grade. There was the girl Janice in her Phys. Ed class. The locker room where they dressed in their gym clothing was very large and there were dozens of girls using it each period. Danni said there were only two toilets over in the corner similar to the ones we were using. Definitely no privacy, but always in use out of necessity. So they were divided up for shooting baskets. Danni's partner was Janice. As the hour wore on, Janice would take less shots. Then she would stand back against the wall and watch Danni.

Our teacher ran the class like we were in the military. Soldiers. No one was allowed to leave the activity for the bathroom. She said any normal person should be able to either go at the beginning of the hour or hold it 45 minutes. Because she ran in marathons, she gave us a lot of sarcasm using athletes as examples. So I think Janice had probably been intimated. Two whistles ended the class. Because Janice had not been participating, our drill instructor teacher ordered her to collect all the basketballs and put them in the cart for the next class. All the girls ran for the showers. When Danni got to the showers, the two toilets were already in use and all the other girls were starting their showers because they had only minutes to shower and get changed for their next class.

Danni saved a shower for Janice. She said Janice came in walking slowly. She stood by the toilets, but the two girls seated showed no signs of getting off, so Danni watched Janice take a bench, take off her clothing and then join her for a shower. She said Janice looked like she was about to fall down. With the water running over her, Danni said really soft crap started to drop out of Janice. This seemed to shock Janice. Some of the other girls saw it and nudged others. She said Janice originally tried to use a foot to push one or two pieces towards a drain, but it was too far away and close to another student who was showering. Then Janice went to the drain, with some crap running down the inside of both legs. She fell to her knees. Then she positioned herself over the drain and got into a squat with her feet on the sides of the drain. More was coming out when the teacher felt something was wrong and came in to check it out.

Danni said the teacher grabbed Janice, practically dragged her into an equipment room that was open. She was kept in there while. The teacher yelled at her, called her North's Shower Shitter, but when the dismissal bell rang, and everyone cleared out, Janice was allowed to shower alone and then given her clothing and towels to clean up with.

As Danni remembers it, friends in the next class were kept out of the shower room and lockers until some special cleaning was done after school.

Danni said Janice was occasionally referred to as North's Shower Shitter for the rest of the year. The next year her parents moved her to a private school.


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Samantha first welcome to the site and great story it sounds like your sister had a good poop and sounds like your mom really had to go as well and finally you after a bit of a struggle and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.

To: Michael sounds like Kayla was having a rough time.

To: Anna J great set of stories.

To: Natasha great set of stories it sounds like you guys had some good poops.

To: Sonya Sue great story.

Well that's all for now

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Imogen

school toilets

Abbie, it really seems to be a common problem, the state of toilets in schools. Mine sound really like yours, I tried to avoid using them, but that meant I ended up getting desperate.

I've only had skidmarks a couple of times, but I would often run to the toilet desperate for a wee and feel it start to come out. Sometimes it'd only be a tiny spot, but other times there could be quite a bit.

One time was in year 8 I think and I was quite shy, I'd just got sat down in the first lesson after lunch and I realised I needed a wee. At that moment the teacher arrived so I realised I'd have to hold it in. I knew I didn't dare ask, because the teacher would have asked why I didn't go at lunchtime! The lesson was an hour long and by halfway through I was crossing my legs and feeling really uncomfortable. I was getting more and more desperate for a wee. I was then starting to worry that I wouldn't be able to wait long enough, and that I might wet my pants. However at about 5 minutes to, the teacher let us all out early, I'm not sure why! I wasn't complaining though! I ran down the corridor towards the nearest toilets, turning right and going up the stairs and then down another quiet corridor to the toilet block. This was quite a small one with only two cubicles, and both were in use!!

As I ran I could feel a few dribbles come out into my knickers and I was really hoping that I'd be able to hold it in. I stood in front of the cubicles desperately trying to keep it in, I was holding my front through my skirt but then I heard the main door open so had to let go, it was Caitlin a girl from my class, who asked me if I was queuing, then sighed when I said I was. I was fidgeting so much I could barely stand still, but tried to not look to desperate. I could feel more leaks, including one big one which seemed to dampen my knickers properly, and I could start to feel it running down my legs (I didn't have tights on). I was really starting to worry now that I might have a total accident in front of somebody, when one of the girls in a cubicle flushed and came out and I followed. I slammed the door shut and tore my knickers down and actually started weeing on the floor in front of the toilet, as I couldn't get over the toilet before I exploded. The feeling was heaven, but I was so embarrased. I looked down and my knickers, which were pink with yellow outlines, were damp throughout the bottom part.

I sat there for at least a minute and a half letting the wee out, at first it was a long continual stream, which then died down into an on-and-off stream. Finally I sat for a while. At this point I could hear Caitlin go into the cubicle next door and do a long hissing wee on her toilet. I pulled off loads of toilet roll and tried to dry my knickers, but there was a lot. I also dried the back of my legs as I'd leaked down there. Pulling up the knickers wasn't nice as they were wet and cold, but it was better than going without.


Victoria B.

Broken flusher and wet butt

Hey!
I said I'd try to sneak some posts in if anything interesting or unusual happened. Long story short, something did.

I was up on the fourth floor of the library doing research on Wednesday when I realized that my butt was full to the cheeks. I needed to poop and to do it soon. First, though, I spent a few minutes quietly savoring the feeling and appreciating my decision not to wear a thong that day! I put all my books and my computer in my bag and headed for the nearest bathroom.

Two of the three shiny black stalls were taken-the middle and the end. That left me with the first one and I really didn't mind, even with the impending number two brewing inside of me. A quick check of the stall revealed a sparkling clean pot and one of my favorite sights in the entire world: a fresh, full roll of toilet paper in the holder. I don't know why I find it so appealing, maybe it's just the relief of knowing that I'll be clean after doing however much I need to do. Either way, it was the green light I needed. I locked the stall (while appreciating the healthy plop that came from one of the other two) and hung my bag and purse up before getting down to business.

I unzipped my jeans and brought them down to about calf level before they were joined by my purple underwear as I took a seat. An unpleasant surprise greeted me as I was getting comfortable on it: the automatic flush triggered and gave my below-seat level butt a nice splash as a way of welcome. Well, at least I wouldn't have to worry about paper if I needed extra wiping... My premature flush was joined by one from the stall next to me as I heard footsteps headed towards the sink after it was opened. Hands were washed and dried and the door opened and closed. I was alone with the occupant of the end stall.

This was when I got to work on my own number two. Neither afraid nor ashamed of my body and its functions I broke the silence with a quick fart that announced the departure of my first log. It was a thick one too, one that took its time getting out. The turd was mostly underwater when it broke off with a soft splash. This also was too much for the oversensitive flush and it went off again, giving my naked bottom another nice shot of water. The occupant of the end stall must've thought that the accidental flushing of the bowl signaled my departure because she shortly afterwards dropped a bomb of her own that came to an impressive splash landing. The gentle moan that made its way out of her throat indicated that she knew how to enjoy what she was doing. I was a little turned on, not gonna lie.

I had more of my load to push out and so I got to work on the next piece. It was much thinner and quickly snaked its way through my buttonhole before plopping down into the empty bowl. This time, oddly enough, there was no flush. I celebrated my reprieve with a quick pee that accompanied my final two pieces, small logs that fell one after the other with a nice *plip! ploop!* With that I was finished. I grabbed some paper for my front and wiped it before I stupidly slid forward, forgetting that my normal wiping technique would invite a watery reprisal from this particular toilet. Indeed it did. I was luckily much further up on the seat than I was in my pooping position and that meant that I was spared from more unwanted water. Still, enough of a mess had been made to require four separate handfuls to get both cheeks and hole clean.

I stood up [final flush!], pulled my cotton panties and jeans back to their intended position, and left the stall after getting my bag and purse from the hooks on its door. It wasn't until I was at the sink with plenty of soap and hot water that I heard a grunt and a huge splash from the end stall. Poor thing, she must've been constipated! I left her to it and continued my day!

Love,
Victoria


Saturday, April 15, 2017


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