Sarah J.
Hey everyone...My name is Sarah, I'm from Houston. I have always loved this site, never posted anything until now! I am currently 19 (almost 20!!!) and a sophomore in college. I am 5'6", weigh about 125 lbs and have brown hair with blonde hi-lights. My eyes are green and occassionally I wear glasses!
One of my favorite things is to poop! I have always had a fascination with going #2, it is hard to explain why, although I have tried often to explain it to myself....I just know I like going, I like listening to others go and find it really "intoxicating" when I know that others know I am going.
Either out of necessity or desire (or a combination of both!!!), most of my pooping is done in public restrooms. I live on one side of Houston and go to the University of Houston, which is on another side of town, so pooping while it school is quite common for me since most of my days are spent at school. I have also gone quite often while at the mall shopping, at the bookstore, etc. As much as I like going #2, I consider myself to be an irregular person. I do not have a set time, although 95% of the time I have to go after lunch, about 2 or 3pm. I do not go everyday, but sometimes I do!!! I usually take pretty big dumps, at least I would call them big - between 4-7 logs, one is usually pretty big - like 8 or 9 inches long, over an inch thick, but once again things vary with me!
I have lots of stories to share and plan on doing so....I also promise to give a posting of my very next poop! Hope everyone is doing well, will chat with everyone later!!!wnat help
i wana know some adventureous ways to poo and pee please help
Steph
hi all my name is Steph. Im 19, black and about 5'6. I live in Kent in England. But this story takes place up in southhampton where i go to univeristy.
I was staying on campus halls in university for an extra week after we broke up, so most people had left but there was still two other people staying. We all have to share a bathroom and shower and thats what this story is about. One afternoon after my friend Matt had just left, I felt the urge to take a crap so I went to the bathroom, where this is just a large room with one toilet in it, and next to this room is a large room with a shower in it. Ten people share this!
Well I dropped my jeans and underwear and started to do my buisness, Id been eating lots recently and soon enough 3 or 4 fat healthy turds inhabited the toilet bowl, I grunted a little as I didnt think anyone was around and released a few more turds. I wiped my ass, pulled my trousers up and flushed. that is were trouble started! the water just kept rising! with poo and tissue paper still there! and it rose all the way up to the rim and stopped!!!!! I tried my best to flush it but it wouldnt work! So once id given up i wrote a sign saying "enter at ur own risk-poo!" and left it on the door! lol.
Im lucky that there was two other people staying cos then they couldnt be sure that it was me! haha
I retold this story to most of my friends, but unfortunatley for some reason the subject off poo came up and then i decided to tell it last night at a friends birthday party meal and put off some guy from his food who was eating chicken wings. Dont talk about poo at the dinner table.Kevin L
I was in NYC last weekend for an trade show. It was a long day and I had a good time. Anyway, I have an interesting story. After hitting a few bars near my hotel I went back to the hotel bar for a night cap around 1:00AM, I had a pretty good buzz going. I had to pee, so I went to the bathroom. The bathroom was across the hall from the bar. It was not the main bathroom, they were in the lobby, but it was a single occupancy unisex type. You needed your electronic room key to get in. I guess to keep out street people.
I put my key in and opened the door and walked in, there was a girl sitting on the toilet to my right, She yelled "yo yo yo", but me being a little buzzed I was already in the bathroom, I quickly turned around to leave, then she said, if you have to pee you mise well stay because I am going to be awhile. I went over to the urinal (there was a free standing one next to the toilet). I unzipped and started to pee, It was hard to get a glimpse of her without turning my head, so I looked straight ahead. Mean while, she was having diarrhea, fairly loud, the smell was not bad becasue the bathroom had automatic sent sprayers.
She apologized after a fart followed by diarrhea and said something didn't agree with me tonight, I said no need to, we all do the samething, and you were here alone before I bardged in. There was a latch on the inside of the door, but I guess she didn't lock it. She was a hotel employee, probably late twenties, African American, and rather atractive. When I came in, her pants were at her ankles and in white panties just below her knees. She did pull her pants up higher while I was there. When I was finished, I washed my hands and said "nice meeting you" she said "sorry about the smell" then I left. I was dizzy with excitement. That was the first time I have seen another women besides my wife or former girl friends on the toilet.
You know, it really is not big deal, we do all do the samething, and I think we should have unisex bathrooms (with stalls), it would save a lot of space and money. People would get used to it quickly.
Once when I was in the carribean, at a fancy resort, the spa area shared the same rest rooms, that the sauna and steam room were in. The steam room and sauna were actually in the ladies side, but male and females used them. I used those restrooms everyday instead of my room. I think three times I was going #2 beside a women who was pooping also. I always made sure to exit my stall to see who was beside me. When we were at the sinks washing our hands there was casual conversation, like it was totally natural. One of the women was the tennis pro. I worked out the same time everyday then went to the steam room. I saw the tennis pro either going in or out of the stalls (and having a #2) 3 or 4 times that week, she must of been very regular. She always made sometime of casual conversation with me. Then she went back to the tennis class, which my wife was a participant.
Later,
Kevin
mikey t
hi ,just to share my toilet experience, about the lovely empty feeling after pooing , i dont get the really empty feeling every time i go, just thought id like to share thatPaul
I was at the supermarket today shopping and i was getting some meat and this woman walked past me wearing nurses clothes (the big shirt with the baggy pants) and her pants were a bit see through and she had white panties on and there was a brown stain on the back of them. She then tried to scratch he ass cuz maybe she had a rash from the poop and she thought no one could she her but then she saw that i was right next to her and her face turned blood red. I told her it happens and it's nothing to be ashamed of. She thanked me and left.
Well thats my story, hope you like it.Mike
Hi BADDUDE!!!
It's a cool idea to make a pee-distance competition.
Hi HELLEN!!!
Yes, you are right, it's nearly impossible to out-pee woman for distance.
As for me - I'm male 20 year s old.
A few days ago my girlfriend (she is 19 y/o), her sister (she is 15) and I went on a picnic in the nature. We drank a lot of beer, my girlfriend was trying her new pee-standing technique, and her sister was teaching it too, after a few times they walked to pee, they offered me to pee together. My pissing distance was about 4.5 - 5 feet. Then peed the sister of my girlfriend, I was amazed, her stream was flying at least twice further than mine. And then my girfriend won the contest pissing with her thick and hissing stream by 2 feet further than her sisterJaLe
Hello, I have not posted for a long time. This happened about two weeks ago at work. Soon after lunch break I felt urge to poop building up. I was alone in my office room and I let out a couple of silent farts. They stank quite bad and I decided to go. I walked to the entrance hall's ladies room. There are five stalls and I noticed that two of them were taken. A young lady came right after me to the restroom. I took the middle stall and that young lady went in stall which was on my right. As I was undoing my jeans I heard a 3-4 plops from end stall. The other lady who was already sitting there when I came was peeing steadily. I sat down and peed a little. I heard again a plop from end stall. My poop started to emerge effortlessly. I pushed weakly and it slide out quite easily and fast. It broke off and splashed. Next log started coming out immediately. It was thinner and clearly softer than the first one. I didn't push at all, I wanted let it come out naturally and just enjoy the feeling. Meanwhile it crept out slowly I had a good chance to listen what my neighbours were doing. Lady in end stall was still having motion. I heard some farts and plop from her stall. Also that young lady who came same time with me was definitely pooping. I saw under the partition that she was on her tiptoes. She grunted softly and I heard faint crackling sound. Lady on my left stall has sat quietly for a while. I wondered was she just sitting and listening us but then I heard two sudden plops from her stall. It was awesome: 4 stalls taken with each occupant going number 2 at the same time! My brown rope just kept coming. I had no idea how long it was. Finally it dropped into the water. Then another, smaller piece came out and made a splash. After a few seconds later I heard a loud plop from young lady's stall. I was finished and started to wipe. Also lady on my left stall was wiping and we flushed and came out almost at the same time. She was a bit ????, maybe about 10 years younger than me (I am 44). As I was drying my hands end stall lady started to wipe, but young lady was making quite loud grunting noise. I assumed that she was pushing out really big one.ShyGirl
TO EVAN:
I have the exact same problem! Whenever I hear, see, or read about pee I seem to have an accident! although unconvienient, on occasion it is quite pleasurable. =)
comments back are appreciated.Nikki
I had a very interesting experience on the bus today. We are getting out for spring break and only had half a day, so we got out at 12:10. I usually eavesdrop on peoples conversations because I dont talk on the bus. Heres How it went:
First we all got pizza and drinks and the bus. (I didnt cuz I didnt pay, though I did get a soda. Well anyways, After about 10 minutes I heard this one girl had to pee BAD. Then 2 other people said they desperately needed to pee. After thirty minutes the first girl wasnt talking anymore and when I looked over she had her legs crossed and her hand near her croth. The girls were persistent upon asking the bus driver to pull over when finally he did. The four girls went running into the farm market place and came back 5 minutes later feeling a lot better. Has anyone else had any similar experiences or someone actually peeing their pants on the school bus?
K.
I've got a really good pee story for you today (at least I think it's good). Okay, here goes:
Today I decided not to pee all day to try to get as desperate as I could so I could have some fun when I got home. Now this isn't really a big deal. I can usually all day without peeing. I peed when I got up this morning (around 6:40 am) and held it the rest of the day. I didn't really drink much, I only had a few sips of water before I left home and a bottle of water at lunch, so it wasn't anything drastic.
I made it to 5th period before I had to pee. Even then I didn't have to go very badly. It wasn't until 7th period (last period of the day) that it was really bothering me. I was bouncing my legs a little, and shifting around a lot, but I had it completely under control.
School let out and I hung around for a couple of minutes talking before I left (about 3:10 pm). After school, I had to go to a department store for my mom to return some shirts that she had bought that didn't fit. She told me that I could just get a refund or I could exchange them for something that I wanted.
I wasn't in any hurry to get home (although by this time I was really, really feeling that pee, and it didn't help that my mysterious litle urges decided to start too), so I shopped around for something for myself. I browsed around for a while, maybe for about half an hour. While I was looking at clothes my situation went from uncomfortable to desperate. I kept having to shift my weight from foot to foot and when those mystery urges hit I'd just about have to cross my legs. I thought about using the store restrooms several times.
Now, I've always been afraid to let myself get too desperate in public. I don't want to have a public accident. I would be mortified! But I was feeling brave today. I figured I could wait until I got home.
I picked out a couple of shirts and a pair of shorts. I went to the dressing rooms and tried on one of the shirts. It didn't fit and I decided that the other one was ugly. Anyway, I started to try on the shorts, but I was afraid that having to bend over and wriggle out of my skirt and then push on a pair of tight shorts... well, I just wasn't sure that I could handle that. I decided to buy them anyway (after all if they didn't fit after I got home I could always just return those too, right?). I went and looked at shoes for a while and just kind of poked around, killing time. My bladder situation kept getting worse and worse so I decided to leave before I humiliated myself in public. My panties were feeling kind of damp and I couldn't tell if it wasn't because I was leaking pee or because it was just normal, everyday um... feminine dampness.
I finally checked out (it didn't take too long). I stopped on my way out of the store and bought a 20 oz. bottle of citrus green tea (first time I had tried it and it actually wasn't bad). I got in my car and as soon as I sat down, I pushed my skirt (another short, tight skirt--like a denim miniskirt, but this one is khaki) up around my waist. I didn't want my damp panties to get it wet and I was afraid that I might started losing control. Either way, I didn't want to get my skirt wet. I have seat covers on the seats so I figured they'd be okay. I just hope no one in trucks saw me in my panties with my skirt pushed up like that! I don't think they did, because anytime one passed me, I put a jacket over my lap. I sure hope they didn't!
So, I left the store and headed home (about 20-30 minutes depending on how much over the speed limit you drive). I drank all of the green tea on the home. I didn't figure it would have time to reach my bladder before I got there anyway, plus it was hot today and I was thirsty. So this part isn't even relevant because there's no way it had time to affect my situation but I'm putting it in here anyway.
I took the "backroads" home just in case I had to pull over to pee. I didn't have to. I made it home. I even took everything out of my car and carried it all into the house. I went to my room (hopping from foot to foot most of the time) and took off my panties. Got another "urge" on my way out and had to cross my legs and hold myself. Whew. When it subsided a little, I grabbed some tissue and went back outside.
I managed to walk out to our snowball bushes (same place as last time), but before I could hold my skirt up (it only came down to about mid-thigh so it didn't really matter anyway) I leaked a pretty strong little spurt. I tried to clamp my legs together and push up my skirt at the same time. I got control for a little bit. I got my skirt pushed up and my legs spread apart before I spurted again. After that all I had to do was relax a tiny bit and it all came pouring out... everywhere. I don't know if it was because I had to go so bad or because the wind started blowing or what, but it went everywhere (there was an ant hill over there and tried to pee on it but it was spraying so crazily I'm surprised I didn't hit every ant hill in the whole yard...). It started running down my left leg and it splattered all over my feet (luckily rubber flip flops are washable). I didn't so great a job aiming today. All you pro-peeing girls (and guys too) are probably laughing at me right now. I was kind of pissed (ha ha--get it?) at first, but even I could see the humor in it.
I wiped (pretty much everything below my waist) with the tissues, pulled my skirt back down (hey, I managed to keep it dry even if the rest of my got sprayed) and walked back to the garage. We have a water hose faucet/spigot/whatever-it's-called in there. I rinsed off my legs, feet, and shoes with it and went inside.
Even though I got wet, it was still fun.
I'm so glad I got up the courage to start peeing outside again. Thanks for the support!
Maybe next time I'll do a better job and not pee all over everything. I've never aimed that badly before. I'm going to blame it on the wind. Yeah.
More stories as they happen!
Yesterday my masonry class was looking at some tile work they did a few years ago in the child care building at ??. We went into the locker room where there was one toilet and a sign over the toilet to which my friend Tyler bust into a song said, "If you sprinkle when you tinkle be a sweetie and wipe the seatie." I bust out laughing. It was very funny.
clean up guy
Today I took a great dump.
Recently I been eatting alot and I been taking this fiber supplement called bene fiber. It's like these ornge flavored tablets.
I was in my room listen the radio and surfing the net when I got this uncomfortable feeling in my lower part of my stomach. I farted a few times and it was loud like brrrrrrrrrrt. Then i felt i realy had to go bm. So i with to the bathroom pulled down my pant and underwear all the way down to my feet.
I sat the toilet. I hardly pushed. I felt my turd come out, it felt so relaxing. Its was smooth and light brown and smelled bad too. It kept comming and comming. I had my spread open i was wathing it as it came out of my rectum. It was so long that is when down the hole in the toilet. After i was done pooping this out this long turd, it cured up in the water. I still had some more poop inside so i pushed but it was some small pieces of poop. I think thats biggest bm i ever made in my life. That turd had to be about 10 or 14 inches long, two inches wide. I'm not making this up people.
I hope you guys liked my story.Mr. Clogs
Justin: You've asked about the nastiest toilets in the NYC, how about the Men's bathrooms in the Port Authority Bus Terminal. Man they're gross, got lazy people peeing on the toilet seats, yuck! The worst part about it is that if you have to take a dump like I had to yesterday. Ah man it's was the pits! I hate have to wipe up behind some prick just to take a shit! The nerve of some people.
Camelita: Hola! How are ya? Hope all is well enjoying the holiday this weekend, talk to ya later.
Well ya'll have a good weekend, can't wait to read some Easter Holiday bathroom related experiences. Happy Easter!
--Mr. Clogs
wisconsin guy
I forced myself to go to church last weekend, not really my thing, I Had to meet somebody there, I was up early for me, 10 minutes after getting there I new I had to find the john, it was in the basement, where there was sort of a gathering area. coffee area and such, the door to the mens room was permantly wedged open, chained to the wall. , I had to go anyways, it was a fairly small bathroom , two stalls, one against the wall and one litereally 2 feet from the door which was open, I went into the one next to the wall and it was broke, so I grabbed the other one, the way it was set up, everyone who would be in the hall could perfectly see my feet under the stall, and if they came from the south they could see me on the toilet im thinkin, the stall door was one of those plywood deals that are kinda small and did not close properly, so I sat down, my pants dropped to my ankles, and I began to push, I could hear and seen people rustling and talking just feet away from me. at one I heard a woman say, (thats the bathroom) and she giggled, the more I pushed the more I knew this was not going to be good, very large echoing farts erupted. bouncing of the cold concrete walls, filtering out into the hall, intantly everyone within earshot starting laughing and the ooohs and awwws came. through the crack in the stall door I saw a really hot woman, tan, mid 30's talking to her friend, it looked like she kept peeking at me, I continued to fart and was probably copletley stinking up the entire area, people continued to mill around however,. I waited until it cleared out to make an exit.. my point is, this is a church, what is your take on this, this seems odd to me.
Jerome
had a pee accident just yest when i had to pee real bad before school in the bus. drank too much water in the morning and didn't have a chance to pee before i left my house. it was rather a distance from my house to school and i was in the bus for 20mins, when i got desperate. there was still quite a journey to school and i felt trickling down my crotch after another 15 mins in the bus and started grabbing my willie while crossing my legs over again. when i got up to alight the bus, with every step moved, there would be squirts in my crotch.. but the time i had reached the door exit, i had to let loose totally and my crotch was dripping wet all the way down to the ground. it was in the morning and the bus was crowded with students and working people. i made a puddle on the floor and pee flowed forward when the bus jerked. everyone was staring at me and i got down as quickly as possible with my pants still dripping wet.
i made my way to sch with my obviously soaked pants and cleaned myself up a little after reaching sch.Jessie
When I first married my hubby he was painfully shy about bathroom habits. He would open windows and spray air freshener to cover up for the slightest smell off poop, and was always very careful to put the toilet seat down after using the bathroom so I wouldn't know if he took a shit, or pissed. When we went hiking he would hold it the whole day, if he had to, because he was embarassed to relieve himself where anybody could *possibly* see him. Now we laugh about all of this, because he is (almost as) open about bathroom habits as I am now. Here are the series of events that lead to his becoming open about his bathroom habits:
1. Our third year of marriage, we were 27. We were driving to my hubby's aunt's house, and we got stuck in traffic. In good traffic it would have been a 3 hour drive (190 miles), but it took us 4 hours to get to 70 miles. At this point we were still crawling, and I noticed my husband start to fidget and move his legs around and shift about in his seat. I didn't want to mention anything because I know how shy he is, but after 20 minutes it was just too much to overlook. "Nicholas, I need to use the bathroom." I told him, though I didn't need to go that badly. He looked at me and said, looking pained, "I need to go also, but I'll be able to make it to the next rest stop, I'm sure." We drove 20 more minutes before he said, "Jessie, I'm not going to be able to make it. Will you pinch my penis for me while I drive?" I agreed, and held it for him while we drove. Finally, desperate, he told me, "Get a bottle, damn it!" I emptied the rest of my water bottle out the window, and helped him position himself so he could use the bathroom. He filled the bottle all of the way up, and peed the rest on the floor of the car. Nick was sooo embarrassed, but after that a tiny, *tiny* bit more open about the bathroom.
2. It was later that year, and I got a sudden really bad case of the runs while on a hike. I just squatted down on the side of the train and had squatted there for most of an hour squirting liquid out of my ass. Nick was worried for me and embarrased, but in the end he overcame his embarrasment and helped me (not pretended I didn't exist).
3. The next year we were driving home from a lodge where we had been staying for a week. Oh, i'm not sure where on the ride this happened, but probably about half way to home. Nick starter moaning and finally confided in me that "he really really had to poop." Well, there was nothing I could do to help him, and there were no restrooms for miles. Suddenly I hear a loud fart, and he doubles over in pain. A huge bulge forms in his pants, and a large wet spot appears in his crotch as well. Nick started crying, and in sympathy i crapped and wet my pants too. Nick was astonished, and (do i dare believe it?) grateful. Later that night my oldest daughter was concieved, and after then Nick has been very open about his bathroom habits. well, for him. which means basically he acts like any other normal person. lol.
Zip
I had a bit of the runs today and so I had 2 dumps within a short time. I went into the public toilet downtown and had to wait for the guy on the can to finish up. There's no door on the stall, just a partition between the toilet and the urinal. When I walked in, the short hispanic-looking guy was wiping. He was standing, and he was leaning forward slightly as he wiped. He finished up and pulled up his white briefs and then his khaki pants. He flushed and washed his hands as I took a seat.
I didn't wipe the seat or put down a "protector". I think it's kind of insulting if you think the guy before you is dirty enough to warrant a wipe or a paper gasket. That's only if you go in right after he leaves. If you've never seen him, then all bets are off.
I walked a few blocks and ducked into a gov't building to drop another load. One stall had a door, but no place to latch it. There was about a 6 inch gap where the door strike was. The other stall had no door. I was seated on the one with no door and I hear the restroom door open. A pale, thin guy with a shaved head comes around the corner. He was undoing his belt as he was entering my stall. He's attractive, in a thuggish way, and he's sporting a goatee, blue shirt and pants, and white athletic shoes. He quickly enters the next stall. I hear him fumbling with his belt, then whoosh, his pants hit his shoes fast. Must have had alot of weight in those pockets. Then I see his grey boxers drop and land on his pants. He sits down quickly and quietly starts crapping. Then he slowly pulls up his boxers and pants to just below his knees. In the meantime, I start wiping. A few other guys come into my stall, only to find me sitting on the can with shorts and bright orange briefs at my ankles. I stand and finish up. The guy in the other stall starts cleaning up as well. He goes up on the ball of his right foot to get access. I pull up my clothes and go to the sink. I walk out of the restroom. The guy in the other stall follows me right out without washing his hands! Ugh.
Holly
I don't have any accident stories or poop stories but I'm kind of curious if anybody knows someone with a really large bladder, like a mega-bladder? Some of the pee postings here remind me of my impressions going back to my childhood listening and seeing my mother go and go and go. The first time I really took note that she had an enormous mega-bladder was when mom divorced my dad when I was 10 years old and she and I moved into a condominium. Mother got a job as an secretary at a little company during the day when I was in school. After school she would frquently pick me up from class and drive home, get the mail from the mailbox and invariably go into the bathroom off the downstairs living room.
Frequently she would leave the door wide open. From the couch watching TV I could see her on the toilet, still dressed in her business attire, calmly peeing away while she opened up envelopes and the mail of the day. But what really got to me was the sheer enormity of the duration and volume of her pee! Mother would read a piece of mail and put it down, open up another letter and read it and then another and another, all while peeing and peeing and peeing. At times I thought she would never finish her pee while other times I truely believed the toilet would overflow she had peed so much. It was literally minutes and minutes long! As a girl I was too shy and embarrassed to ask her how she could pee for so long and so much but I instinctively associated it with womanhood- big girls and women peed long. At that point I didn't realize that she ws endowed with an extraordinarily large bladder.
But not too long after that the subject was finally raised when I became a very large pain in her hind end at the supermarket one day. Leaving the store I told her that I had to go-now. Mother was peeved since we had a number of errands yet to do but under protest consented to drive home in order for me to use the bathroom. When we got home I went into the first floor bathroom while she put the groceries away. My bladder felt as if it was FULL as I sat down to pee. I just peed straight into the water for all I was worth, thinking that just maybe for once I was tanking a Big Girl Pee. I even remember trying to stretch my pee out as long as possible so I could in some small way emulate my mother. It was a pee that probably lasted a good two minutes or more and when I came out of the bathroom I was quite pleased at the time and quantity my bladder had produced. It was a short lived pride. My mother was standing at the kitchen counter, arms at her hips, holding the car keys. "That was it? I thought you said that you had to pee? We drove home for that?" She turned on her heals and headed out the door for the car. All that day I kept thinking how much growing my bladder had to do yet to reach the level of a womanly pee.
After that I started consciously doing bladder exercises, holding my pee and trying to stretch my bladder larger to hold more. Urologists may frown and report that it has harmful effects but I can truthfully say I never had any infections or negative symptoms. And my bladder did grow in capacity (and fairly rapidly) either as a result of maturation or all the holding I did. By the time I was in junior high a most of my girlfriends started taking note how long and voluminous my pees were at school and it was something I started taking pride in. I wanted to be the biggest, longest pee 'er at school. I wanted to pee forever, just like mother.
Anyway without getting too carried away, the turning point happened in 9th grade. I came home from school late with a bladder that was just maxed out. Mom was sitting at a fold out desk in the living room of our new house when I went into the bathroom off my bedroom. This time I was no prepubescent little child. I went in there, sat down on the toilet and peed and peed and peed...pausing for awhile before peeing some more. It really wasn't that much different from those endless peeing displays at school, but for the first time I believe my much-much longer pees had recieved notice from my mother, the longest pee 'er in the world! Even when I tapered off I continued to splatter and dribble, so much so that the bathroom door suddenly swung open and there she was, looking at me with a slight smile on her face. I clamped up on my sphincter and looked over at her. 'Uh yeah mom? Have to use the bathroom or something?" She smiled at me and said, "no-no, just continue what you were doing. Come and tell me what you want for dinner when...and if...you ever finish here." With that she gently pushed the bathroom door shut. As she went away I could plainly hear her giggling. My heart soared; my bladder size had impressed her at last! I always thought mother treated me differently after that incident. My bladder was growing up.IBS
To Sweet Survey-er (and any interested)
What causes erections while having a bowel movement is that feces pass over the cowpers glands and helps it to release semen (cum)and the penis thinks you are having sex and responds to it.Blue Rizla Girl
Beth
You said "Not letting your bladder empty all the way on a consistant basis increases your chances for bladder infections" -- how so?
I can see how it might work the other way around, that is, if you -already- had an infection then it might -cause- you not to empty completely, if you couldn't properly feel when you'd finished. But as for incomplete emptyings causing infections, I have to be sceptical. If any extra germs are getting in there, where are they coming from?
Maybe I've just got a really strong immune system .....I had a B.M during my job interview... when they called my name and i was in the ladys room i pushed everything out .. i didnt get that job because i was too busy thinking about that poop that needs to come out .. F??K!
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Emily
This past weekend I saw something that strongly reminded me of myself when I was younger. My boyfriend and I went to an outdoor flea market and spent all day looking at the different booths and stands. While he was looking at some guns and knives I stopped at a booth that had a lot of different kinds of housewares, kitchen items, etc. While I was looking, the lady running the booth was waiting on a couple of other customers. Her daughter, who looked to be about 7 or 8 years old was standing in the booth playing with some toys. As I was looking I noticed the little girl doing some fidgeting, standing on one leg then the other, etc. This little girl was wearing a fairly long dress - past her knees. As I was looking at some dishes, all of a sudden she looked to see that her mother was busy with a customer. She, suddenly, quit fidgeting and unobtrusively spread her legs and I could see that she was standing there and peeing in place.
All of a sudden, I remembered when I used to do the same thing when I was her age. I would wear a dress or skirt and, if I could do so without getting caught, I would deliberately wet in my panties. I guess I felt that it was easier to wet than find a bathroom and I did enjoy the feeling of peeing in my pants, especially if wearing a dress and nobody could see that I had peed.
While I was continuing to look at the dishes, etc. she began to kneel down and play with her puppy. A gust of wind came up and I could see, when her dress was blown by the wind, that her underwear was quite definitely soaked. I envied her being able to do that and remembered when I would do the same thing at her age.
A.W.
Hey Cute and Shy, I loved your poo story, I was wondering if you have a pee story to tell too. If so, write about a pee story if you want to.Katie
Hello, I was looking at this site because a friend told me about it, and I decided I might as well share a good story of mine. Kristen, my friend who told me about this site, went to Florida with me and my parents last summer for 9 days. On our second day there Kristen and I went to this place where you can snorkel/scuba dive in a lagoon kind of thing off of the ocean, and look at all kinds of sea life and some sunken boats and stuff. We went without my parents, I am 17 and Kristen is 18 so we could drive ourselves around down there. When we got to the place to pay and get the equipment, the people took us through this little class on where to swim and what we were going to see. Kristen and I just did the snorkeling because you have to be sertified to dive. After that they took the group into changing rooms they gave us wetsuits and all the masks and junk. After we got all of our equipment we went into the separate changing stalls and I met my first challange. I had never worn a wetsuit before, and trying to get the thing on was a work out in itself. Not to mention I was sweating because it was so hot outside. After we all got done getting ready, we were aloud to just go out and swim anywere within the area marked off with little red floating things. After about 15 minuets of swimming, Kristen and I went over to a shallow area and decided that we both had to pee. So Kristen and I decided it was way to much work to swim all the way back to shore and get undressed and get to a toilet. So we thought it would be much easier to pee right there. Kristen told me to go first, I don't know why but I did. I spred my legs and just let go in my wetsuit. Which felt weird, but good in a strange way. Then Kristen peed and we were all good to go. About an hour later we were sitting on a beach under some trees and Kristen asked how it would feel to fart in a wetsuit. So I pushed for a while and got a nice juicy fart out, and it was so funny, it sounded really muffled, and weird. I pushed really hard so I knew I stained my pink bikini under the wetsuit. She farted too and we both enjoyed ourselves the rest of the day farting, peeing, and seeing ocean life. It was great, but I sure did find the consicuenses of my actions through the day when we changed back into clothes to go back to the hotel. My bikini was severly poo stained and smelled like urine, (I should not have peed while out of the water that last time). When I got back to the hotel I washed my swimsuit in the shower, and the stains came out, but I don't think the urine smell ever came out for the rest of the trip.Luke
OK, has anyone here ever heard of the "Brown Noise". And no i am not talking about the movie "White Noise" i am talking about the special
E-flat oactive that you can download online. if you havent ever heard of it, it is an oactive of E-flat that is at such a low pitch that the sound actually makes you loose control of your bowel muscles. This causes you to crap your pants without warning. it works on some people and not others. i came accros it online this morning and i found out what it was. i didnt believe it would work so i downloaded it from online. i wanted to see if it really worked, so after it was done downloading, i burned it to a CD and took it to my 400 watt stereo in my room. before i played it though, i slipped some breifs over the boxers i was already wearing so that if it did work i wouldent make a mess on my carpet. Then i played the CD pretty loud and to my surprise it didnt work. so i let it play itself through. Then about 45 seconds into the noise i litterally started shitting my pants. This was a huge load that blasted into my boxers. Then after the noise ended i was standing there in awe with pants full of shit. it was pretty cool but the cleanup wasent. then when i went to the bathroom to clean up, i was taking my shit filled boxers off and it decided to fall on the floor. then i had to clean that up too. luckily i was home alone.
You should try downloading it and get back to me on it. PEACE OUT
ucgenie
Brandon, I can't beleive no one else in the car heard the hissing noice of your pee or seen the wet spot you made or smelt it. Likity split I known that feeling when you feel your pant leg wet, but I too am uc and I know it happens when my stream spits and has nothing to do with being uc.Holly
Can i have some help with a dream
I dreamed i was at my elementery school, i went into the girls toilet, there were no partitions [though there were in my school] and my 2 best friends at the time were there, smoking [in my dream i hadn't a clue who they were] i went to pee on one of the toilets when a girl that i remembered [in real life, not in my dream] but i forgot her name
My friends asked her what her name was, she said that she had forgot.
They said, "thats ok, we'll call you holly"
i said "no, thats my name"
they pulled my off the toilet and said "no, your name is pervert"
and in my dream, i had suddenly grown male parts, then i woke up
Any idea what this means?
Beth
Blue Rizla Girl
Not letting your bladder empty all the way on a consistant basis increases your chances for bladder infections.filup
The board is surprisingly interesting right now. Peeing is coming into vogue again and bm's aren't being neglected either. Let's keep it up.
There is another matter that was raised both by Likity Split and by IBS.
That is the matter of the advantages of being circumcised. Likity Split has found that the foreskin doesn't aways allow one to pee in the intended place. (Are you from England or the Continent?) And IBS has found the cultural importance of being circumcised, I guess, in the U.S.A. Both would find, as the vast majority of men in the U. S. have, that being circumcised in infancy is the most sensible thing to have done and for lots of other reasons too.desperate to poop
Hi
What's the longest anyone's ever spent on the toilet? I must have eaten something dodgy because I spent over an hour and three quarters in one seating on the toilet the other day.
I was at the mall when I got a sudden and very severe sharp cramp telling me ge to the toilet FAST HONEY i want out.
I rushed to the ladies and luckily there was a free cucible. I dashed in rushed my jeans and knickers down and let loose with some explosive diarreoh. It was gruesome and stank. I had this on and off for the next hour and three quarters. Just when I thought I was finally finished and in once instance had started to pull my jeans up I would get another cramp and have to sit back down and unload again. I had to flush a few times. The toilets had a toilet attendant which was lucky as I had to ask for a new TP roll but also embarrasing as she was there the whole time. I apologised and said I had the runs. She said no problem and passed me a new roll. Thankfully it was all out in one long sitting though.
Happy pooping - Outdoor Jenny how U doing?
Zip
I had another buddy dump this weekend. I was riding my bike and decided to stop in at the restroom at the park and drop a load. It was Sunday afternoon and apparently alot of other people beat me to it because there wasn't any paper in either stall. No doors either. Another guy came in after me, looked into both stalls, paused, and then left. I left and saw him go to his car and look for paper. I dug around in my pockets and found some napkins. I went back into the restroom and saw that the other guy had taken the stall next to the wall. He was a nice looking guy, probably about 28 or so, short black hair, glasses, slim build, wearing a white t-shirt and plaid shorts. He was seated on the toilet with his shorts around his thighs. A bit shy I guess.
There was another guy who was about 45 or so, and he was at the sink in front of the stalls. He also had an umbrella in the stall and a roll of paper towels on the paper dispenser. I saw him and said, "Oh, are you going to be using the stall?" he asked if I had to go pretty badly. I told him "Well, sorta. I just found some paper to use." He said, "Well, go right ahead. And I've got some paper you can use." I said thanks and he took out his umbrella as I entered the stall. I dropped my shorts and red briefs and had a seat. He had a flashlight in his hands which he said he just found and bought batteries for. He said he couldn't get it to work. He asked if I could take a look at it. He handed it to me and so I opened it and tried switching the batteries. It still didn't work. I told him that it wasn't working so I handed it back to him. I was dropping a few bombs, luckily, not too much odor. Then he told me that sometimes he uses the restroom in the bar across the street and it's a good one to use. Another guy comes in and looks to use the stalls, but sees that they are both occupied, so he waits.
The guy on the other toilet finishes up and seems like he can't wait to get out of there. I hear him flush and he is still pulling up his shorts over his white Champion boxer-briefs as he rushes past us. He doesn't even wash his hands! The guy with the flashlight then takes the roll of paper towels from my dispenser, takes a bunch off and hands them to me and asks if they are enough. I'm actually pinching one off right when he asks, so I'm on my toes, flexing my cheeks, and slightly grimacing. I pause and say, sure. He takes the rest of the roll and goes into the next stall. He continues talking to me as I start to clean up. I finish up and pull up my briefs and shorts, and flush. The next guy in line then enters my stall. I left him the napkins I had in my pocket. I wash my hands and bid farewell to my dump buddy. I see that he's not shy either, with his shorts all the way down as well.G3
has anyone ever pooped in urinals?
K.
I've got a really good pee story for you today (at least I think it's good). Okay, here goes:
Today I decided not to pee all day to try to get as desperate as I could so I could have some fun when I got home. Now this isn't really a big deal. I can usually all day without peeing. I peed when I got up this morning (around 6:40 am) and held it the rest of the day. I didn't really drink much, I only had a few sips of water before I left home and a bottle of water at lunch, so it wasn't anything drastic.
I made it to 5th period before I had to pee. Even then I didn't have to go very badly. It wasn't until 7th period (last period of the day) that it was really bothering me. I was bouncing my legs a little, and shifting around a lot, but I had it completely under control.
School let out and I hung around for a couple of minutes talking before I left (about 3:10 pm). After school, I had to go to a department store for my mom to return some shirts that she had bought that didn't fit. She told me that I could just get a refund or I could exchange them for something that I wanted.
I wasn't in any hurry to get home (although by this time I was really, really feeling that pee, and it didn't help that my mysterious litle urges decided to start too), so I shopped around for something for myself. I browsed around for a while, maybe for about half an hour. While I was looking at clothes my situation went from uncomfortable to desperate. I kept having to shift my weight from foot to foot and when those mystery urges hit I'd just about have to cross my legs. I thought about using the store restrooms several times.
Now, I've always been afraid to let myself get too desperate in public. I don't want to have a public accident. I would be mortified! But I was feeling brave today. I figured I could wait until I got home.
I picked out a couple of shirts and a pair of shorts. I went to the dressing rooms and tried on one of the shirts. It didn't fit and I decided that the other one was ugly. Anyway, I started to try on the shorts, but I was afraid that having to bend over and wriggle out of my skirt and then push on a pair of tight shorts... well, I just wasn't sure that I could handle that. I decided to buy them anyway (after all if they didn't fit after I got home I could always just return those too, right?). I went and looked at shoes for a while and just kind of poked around, killing time. My bladder situation kept getting worse and worse so I decided to leave before I humiliated myself in public. My panties were feeling kind of damp and I couldn't tell if it wasn't because I was leaking pee or because it was just normal, everyday um... feminine dampness.
I finally checked out (it didn't take too long). I stopped on my way out of the store and bought a 20 oz. bottle of citrus green tea (first time I had tried it and it actually wasn't bad). I got in my car and as soon as I sat down, I pushed my skirt (another short, tight skirt--like a denim miniskirt, but this one is khaki) up around my waist. I didn't want my damp panties to get it wet and I was afraid that I might started losing control. Either way, I didn't want to get my skirt wet. I have seat covers on the seats so I figured they'd be okay. I just hope no one in trucks saw me in my panties with my skirt pushed up like that! I don't think they did, because anytime one passed me, I put a jacket over my lap. I sure hope they didn't!
So, I left the store and headed home (about 20-30 minutes depending on how much over the speed limit you drive). I drank all of the green tea on the home. I didn't figure it would have time to reach my bladder before I got there anyway, plus it was hot today and I was thirsty. So this part isn't even relevant because there's no way it had time to affect my situation but I'm putting it in here anyway.
I took the "backroads" home just in case I had to pull over to pee. I didn't have to. I made it home. I even took everything out of my car and carried it all into the house. I went to my room (hopping from foot to foot most of the time) and took off my panties. Got another "urge" on my way out and had to cross my legs and hold myself. Whew. When it subsided a little, I grabbed some tissue and went back outside.
I managed to walk out to our snowball bushes (same place as last time), but before I could hold my skirt up (it only came down to about mid-thigh so it didn't really matter anyway) I leaked a pretty strong little spurt. I tried to clamp my legs together and push up my skirt at the same time. I got control for a little bit. I got my skirt pushed up and my legs spread apart before I spurted again. After that all I had to do was relax a tiny bit and it all came pouring out... everywhere. I don't know if it was because I had to go so bad or because the wind started blowing or what, but it went everywhere (there was an ant hill over there and tried to pee on it but it was spraying so crazily I'm surprised I didn't hit every ant hill in the whole yard...). It started running down my left leg and it splattered all over my feet (luckily rubber flip flops are washable). I didn't so great a job aiming today. All you pro-peeing girls (and guys too) are probably laughing at me right now. I was kind of pissed (ha ha--get it?) at first, but even I could see the humor in it.
I wiped (pretty much everything below my waist) with the tissues, pulled my skirt back down (hey, I managed to keep it dry even if the rest of my got sprayed) and walked back to the garage. We have a water hose faucet/spigot/whatever-it's-called in there. I rinsed off my legs, feet, and shoes with it and went inside.
Even though I got wet, it was still fun.
I'm so glad I got up the courage to start peeing outside again. Thanks for the support!
Maybe next time I'll do a better job and not pee all over everything. I've never aimed that badly before. I'm going to blame it on the wind. Yeah.
More stories as they happen!
Peepale
Yesterday my girlfriend and I were playing pee for distance contest.
And she won.
My distance was 4 feet but her stream was flying at 9 feet distance from her, and was much thicker than mine.Justin
Where is the grossest place you've ever taken a shit?
For me, it's a tie. One is the public restrooms in the Ave A park in the East Village, NYC. Filthy, no seats on the toilets, no doors on the stalls, no soap in the sinks. Usually toilet paper, though. I was desperate one day and was forced to take a shit in one of those nasty-ass toilets. Not a pleasant experience.
The second is a latrine in a state park in Ohio. Again, I was desperate. This time the toilet had a seat, but the stall still had no door. There were two toilets, and one had diarrhea sprayed all over the seat. The other had piss all over the seat. There was shit on the wall, garbage and filth everywhere. Worst was a dead fish that someone had thought to toss in the corner! I had a bad case of the shits and hovered my ass over the toilet with the seat up so as not to make the same mistake as the former shitter.
The two grossest bathrooms I've ever shit in. How about you?
Hellen
Ha-ha, Baddude, you decided to make a pee-distance contest between people of both sexes?
I can tell you that guys never win girls in this contest, ha-ha, it's girls power :)
My boyfriend can pee 5 feet in front of him,
but when we have a pee fights, I can pee on him from 11 feet distance, and not afraid to be even splattered by him.
So my best distance is 13 feet, his - 5 feetSweet Survey-er
To IBS:
I was curious about when you had to poop at lunchtime at school, and you experienced an erection whilst moving your bowels. Has anyone else here experienced this, and does it happen often? I'm guessing the pressure of the poop would be pushing up against the "g" spot on the anus and that would cause it?? Or, were you thinking of something sexual to allow this to occur at the time?
Also, i would like to know how long anyone on this forum has held their poop for (Constipated or not). Every year i go camping with my uni friends and we all joke about feeling "kilos" lighter when we go to the toilet, finally after 3 days of holding I find that in the first day or two, when i am holding, the urge is strong and then it sort of goes away. I think 3 days would be my limit, or else i would start to feel unwell.
Thanks for answering these questions.
i will look forward to your replies :-)
~*SS*~
Beth
Mark
What she's wanting but probably unable to say is she wants to now watch you and probably also to do the aiming for you.
Tuesesday, April 11, 2006
Richard and Sarah B
Greetings to all from Glusburn, Yorkshire, England.
As usual, I've had a productive week but alas my dear hubby, Richard, has not. We don't live on a brownfield site; but perhaps we should!
The last week or so and Richard at best has passed rabbit poo. He's been terribly gassy, and I've rubbed his stomach, fed him fibre, psyllium husks etc., gone on long walks with him. He's been in such agony, my poor love. With any luck a good Easter Feed-Up will get things moving along again.
Hi Adrian
yes, it was a learning experience all right, perhaps it would have been worse if Richard and I didn't share our toilet experiences.
Richard and I will be spending the holiday weekend at my parents house in Middleton Tyas in North Yorkshire. Plenty of good countryside and fresh air to be enjoyed by all.
Love and best wishes to all.
Regards
Sarah
Adrian
likity split. It's quite normal for 18 to 24 hours to elapse between a person eating a meal and the remains of it being passed as part of a bowel movement. You're not in the least bit unusual on that front. However it's possible you might have IBS or some sort of lazy bowel problem in view of the story you posted so it might be worthwhile getting checked out with a doctor.
Hannah. It's okay to hold BM's in fo a while sometimes but I wouldn't overdo it. You could get problems with constipation and excessive retention if it's done to excess.
Richard & Sarah B from Yorkshire. Hi. I enjoyed reading about Sarah's experience of using the gents loo at that crowded presentation. It sounds as though it was an education for you! Richard's incredibly lucky in not suffering from pee shyness. I suffer from it occasionally when I'm using crowded public loos and it's a real pain. It never used to be a problem but it's something that's cropped up during the last 5 years or so.
Best wishes to all.baddude
PEEPER: Yes, you can take part in the competition, by all means. I STILL haven't got an accurate entry for myself, so I'll make your distance be the first entry instead. The competition now officially begins.
BADDUDE'S STANDING PEE DISTANCE COMPETITION
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1. PEEPER: 1 m 40 cm
Just so people don't have to look back again to see the rules, I'll re-post them here:
This competition is open to BOTH MALES AND FEMALES. However, it is meant only for STANDING pees (the reason for this I explained in my last post a week ago). Just submit the distance you achieved, measured with any units you like (though metric units are preferred), and I'll post the top ten distances periodically. You don't have to break the current record (1st place) if you make an entry; you can just work your way into the middle of the list if you like. That's basically all for the rules.
I'll try to get a distance for myself sometime. Any girls out there who would like to take part? I'm waiting eagerly to hear about your peeing distances!