This is Part II of my story about my surprise Christmas present which was to fly to the New York City area to spend some time with my grandma. I'm 14, and even hate using the bathrooms at school, so I probably don't have the best attitude toward the large airport bathrooms which smell, are so large, and more heavily used. About a half hour after finishing (well, that's what I thought I did!) my pee at the airport, I realized I should not have drank that coffee, because with my small bladder, what went in needed to come out--and fast! I was at the part of the terminal where the take-offs were from, found my flight's gate, and immediately located the bathroom. It was one of the first flight's that morning and going to start boarding within 10 minutes when I got to the door of the bathroom. I had my carry-on bag with me and my purse over my shoulder, as I opened the door to the bathroom. It had been less than an hour since I last went near the security check point at the terminal, but now my bladder was full again and waiting to be drained. There were about 20 stalls in this bathroom at I could see from the doorway, but I couldn't get in all the way because it was pretty backed. I think nnot having access to a toilet immediately told my bladder something and the pain got worse. Just like the earlier bathroom, because it was early morning, many of the ladies were crapping and that was taking longer. I noticed a a girl about my age in front of me leave the line and walk down toward the far stall and disappear. I couldn't immediately figure out why. Although the line was moving slowly, about five minutes later, she reappeared and brushed by me. Then she got stuck in the crowd. I tapped on her coat and asked her if there were some additional stalls on the other side. She said no, but said she would have crapped her pants if she had waited and that the far stall was not being used by anyone and that it was a lot faster. So I went through the crowd and sure enough, against the far wall, the end stall was not in use. I already had my purse and carry-on stacked on the floor in front of the toilet, and as I was starting to unbotton my jeans, I reached for the door and found the problem: there was none! The open stall was too good to be true! For a couple seconds I debated as to whether I wanted to pee with no door. The pain was obvious, so my decision was made fast. I pulled down my jeans and panties and placed myself on the stool. The seat was colder because it hadn't had the non-stop business of the other stalls and before I could get my pee flow going two women barged up and started to enter only to find me sitting there embarrassed and startled. I stood up about an inch and repositioned myself with my legs spread wider, hoping to get my flow going because I didn't want to spend any more time than necessary on the stool. In doing so, my leg brushed up against my carry-on, and I got the fantastic idea of putting it on my lap so that I was not exposing myself to the increased number of women seeking a seat. While that worked, suddenly the flusher went off **** and scared me but also sprayed my underside before I could get any pee going. The water was cold and really spooked me. Since I was sitting back farther on the stool, some of the water splashed onto my upper thigh. Gross! I grabbed for some toilet paper and there was none left. I stayed rigid in my sit for at least five minutes (like I was sitting in cement) and only then was I able to get my pee flow going. The pee took about two minutes and was satisfying, but I made sure that I got my carry-on off my lap and that I got up fast so that I wouldn't receive another unwanted shower. I quickly pulled up my jeans and underwear, just as the flusher went off. Mentally, I turned and gave the stall the finger, but the load on my shoulder became another issue and I knew I just needed to get out of there. Just as I took the turn to the left, a mother shouted to her grade school daughter: "Tracy, hurry" and pointed to the stall. "Good luck, Tracy, I thought" as I started bumping back into the crowd.
well, I was in school today, and I took a dump that smelled kind of bad, and these two girls come in, and one's like "holy cow that smells so bad!" and their comments ranged from "it's ok, we all have those days" and "it's ok, take your time" to throwing paper towel at me and telling me to wipe good after i was done. And truthfully, it only took about 3 minutes, I just had to wait it out until the bell rang, which was 15 minutes. I am SO tramuatized. And to add to it, my bookbag says my name on it, and the girls looked at it and were calling my name. Then they brought in their friends to wait until I came out. I feel like crying.
julie, amanda and sammie:
thank you so much for sharing your stories. Please don't be embarrassed, we're all friends here, and many of us have similar stories in our past (and, hopefully, our future!). Please write again soon. Love and peace, Jamie
I've been on a diet which requires me to eat a lot of fresh fruits, vegetables and bran. Instead of, say, a bagel or a candy bar, I eat fresh carrots, cauliflower and broccoli as a midday snack.
One day recently, my secretary came in right after I had blasted a warm, robust, broccoli-laden fart. I said "I'll be right out" but she came in before I could leave. But I got up from my desk and quickly signed the letters she had for me, hoping she'd be gone before she smelled anything but knowing that she would not. Thinking quickly, I nonchalantly looked at the sole of my shoe and muttered that I must have stepped in something as she was leaving. I suppose she knows it was me, but it's the thought that counts. It was a bit embarrassing, though.
Did you ever forget that you had to pee? On Saturday I had had a couple of beers while I worked around the house, sort of putting off peeing until it was really necessary, and a neighbor stopped by. We talked for quite a while, and I even followed him out to his car, not even thinking about my bladder, but the second he left I had to go so bad! I started doing it in my pants before I got to the bathroom! Now, I don't pee my pants very often, but this was so sudden, and I couldn't hold it another second.
I just had a spur of the moment accident. I got home around 2:30. The urge came on me At about 3. I didn't poo yesterday. So this was quite large. I know that nobody was going to be home for another hour. So I went out and grabbed the mail. (I accidentaly hit the mailbox with my car yesterday). I bent over to get the mail out of the bent over box. And in the process let go. I felt the warm load spread in my panties. It took about a minute. I was still wearing my gym shorts. (The rec league cancelled today so we had gym). Because of the way I bent to get the mail. I felt part of the mess go between my legs. The bulge was very evident. But the next thing I hadn't planned for was that I had to pee. When the log finished. Pee just started to gush into my panties. So I now had a mess in my pants, and they were soaked. I walked in and put the mail on the table. My friend called and I was on the phone with her for a half hour. So now I think I should go and clean up my soiled panties before time runs out. I have a date with my new Boyfriend tomorrow. I'm going to save a big one for him. Can't wait to tell you about it.
Argh! I haven't poop for like 4 days and i'm constipated now. I tried so hard to poop just now but couldn't get anything out. I couldn't grunt loud to poop because my mum is in the house right now. Later she's going to fetch my sister and i'll try once more to poop. Sometimes i can get something out if i grunt really loud and hard like giving birth lolz.
Good Luck to me :)
To Amanda K.
You say that you accident your pants almost every other day. You shared a story about having a minor pooping accident as you crossed the parking lot after school so when you arrived at your car, you intentionally pushed to finish pooping before getting in the car. Do you carry something in the car to sit on while driving in poopy pants? Have you ever lost control in class or with a group of friends or with family members?
Yes, we would like to here about the time you peed your pants. If it happened more than once, tell us about those times also.
Some of us have intentional accidents and like to hear that other do as well but we all want to hear about genuine, did everything possible to prevent it but still lost the fight, accidents.
Josh ....what those girls did was illegal ....If you tried going into the girls bathroom , while they are pooping (BEHIND locked stall doors) and you would be expelled. And that lady teacher also had NO business walking in there. Report everything to the principal ...
Amanda K. wow what a story. If you have pee stories, please tell them :)
A few days ago i went with my mom to the mall. After we ate lunch i said i had to pee so we went to the bathroom. She waited outside, fixing her hair in the bathroom mirror. I started peeing, got a steady stream going. I could se my mom throught the stall door crack. i passed some gas, not very loud. Then i had a huge fart, with a big liquid splash. I saw my mom look up. I let out some more gassy shits, wiped my self, flushed and we continued shopping. On the drive home, my mom said "You were making a lot of noise in the bathroom earlier. Are you feeling allright?" I said my stomch was hurting a bit still, but i was okay. But when we got home, the urge was back. I dashed for the toilet. I made it, and began erupting. My mom knocked and said "are u ok?" i said "yes", then had a really long, low note fart and said "no, i need more toilet paper!" I ended up having diarrhea fom some bug thats going aroing, and was gassy for a while. Gotta take another big shit right now, cant talk, i just sharted rally big..
Hi Sammie, I really enjoyed reading the pee story about your friend. Sure, if you have any stories of your own to post, please tell us anytime :)
My name is shortly RP. I have visited and written in this board a lot of times. I am 22 years of age and thinks it is good to poop / pee my pants. I recently moved in my own apartment and i havent had a real accident in many years. My mom came beetween new year and christmas to help me with some stuff, then as we got in i had to pee. i never had a problem before with peeing, so i thought i have time to pee when my mom left - i was wrong. I felt it was to late so i qucikly said i was gonna be right back and hurried to my bathroom where i peed my pants for the first time (real of course) since i was very little. Auctyally, i think i never before have peed my pants by accident. My luck i was wearing some pants which look like a pair i have as the same, and same with my socks and my shirt so i was able to change without my mother noticing. It would have been embarrasing if my mother knew her 22-year old son peed his pants.
1) Do you Poop everyday? Yes
2) Do you have a time of day when you have to poop? In the morning before school, or afternoons
3) Do you go at first feeling or wait till you're desperate At the first feeling. If the situation warrants, then desperate.
4) Do you fart loudly on the toilet while pooping? Sometimes.
5) How often are you wearing a pair of jeans when you have to poop? How far down do you pull them when you use the toilet? I wear jeans when I am not in school. I wear a uniform. On weekends, I wear jeans. I pull them down to my ankles, knees or thighs.
6) Do you read anything or have other activities you do while you poop? Read and mastubate
7) How bad do you think your poop stinks on a scale of 1-5 with 5 being enough to make you gag? 1-3
8) Do you get complaints (about the smell) from anyone who uses a bathroom or ladies room stall after you pooped in it? No.
9) Are your poops big in Size? Are they big in quantity? Both.
10) If you have children, do you poop in front of them? do they complain about the noises or smell? NO, I am the last of the children.
11) Do you warn others who are entering a bathroom after you that you just pooped? No.
12) When you flush the toilet does your poop leave stains or marks at the bottom of the toilet bowl? No.
13) Do you try to poop before going on a date or to a party or just going out? Yes.
14) How often do you clog a toilet? No.
15) What food do you like to eat, that unfortunately makes your poop/ farts really stink? Cheeseburgers and vegetables.
For Shy Girl.
When we are in our teens, we think we can do anything. One thing we do is to ignore our need to pee for more hours than we should. I remember a friend of mine in the 11th grade. Some guys asked him on a dare to hold his pee all day from the time he got up and did his morning piss to the time he got home. They would pay him $10.00 for doing it. Well he did it. And when he got out of school at 3 o'clock, he had filled his bladder to its capacity--8 hours worth of pee. The guys followed him home, and one of them invited him to come home with him to have a snack. He lived a few minutes down the street. So he did. The other guys came with him. They fooled around for about 2 hours. Really shy, he didn't like going to the bathroom in another kid's house. So he held and held his piss. He was then dying with pain. Finally they let him go home. He ran to the bathroom there and stood over the toilet. Something was wrong. He couldn't pee at all. That happens when we hold a full bladder for too long. The muscles are tight and won't loosen up for a long while. His mother called him for dinner and during dinner demanded that he drink a large glass of milk. Right after dinner he went back to the toilet. Now it had been nearly 12 hours since he peed last. He still couldn't go. Finally, really scared, he told his mother, and she took him to the ER. The doctor gently felt his bladder. It was hard as a rock from above his belly botton to his penis. He still couldn't pee there. So the doctor took out a long, thin plastic tube, and told him to undress. The doctor lubricated it and began to insert it up his penis. It was a catheter. Finally he got into his bladder. Immediately his pee began to flow through the tube into a large bottle. He was terrifically relieved. He had about a quart(liter) and a half of urine in his bladder. His bladder had stretched so he left some piss there. Also the full bladder made the urine back up to his kidneys. By the time he got home his bladder was filled with the pee that was left over. And in another hour he had to go again. He learned his lesson.
So shy girl, be careful. Adults sometimes hold on too long also.
i pooped and i looked in the toilet and a short fat turd was just sitting there vertical!!!! it wasnt resting on the toilet but it was under water and I was wondering if it was a sinker or a floater??????
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Karen's brother Dick
After my twin sister Karen found out that she was pregnant at the age of 22, Karen and I met her fiancée Mike and some friends for our usual Friday night curry followed by some drinks at a country pub in Epping Forest near London. As we were leaving, Karen took Mike to one side and told him that she was pregnant. He said that he didn't want children for another 10 years and he broke off their engagement. Karen burst into tears and ran out of the door, then Mike left and we never saw him again.
After about 10 minutes, I went outside to look for Karen. I found her sitting in her car in floods of tears. I got into the car and sat next to her and she cried on my shoulder for about half an hour. I knew how she felt as I had just split up with my fiancée Julie and I thought that Karen needed a hug. She certainly did and she said how nice and caring I was. We hugged each other in the car for about half an hour, then Karen stopped crying and there was silence apart from the noises from Karen's stomach. I stroked her stomach and asked her if she was OK. Karen said that she had been constipated during the week but tonight's curry and some lager had worked wonders. She said she was getting desperate for a poo but the pub had closed so she needed to go and do it in the forest. She didn't want to go there alone at night so she asked me to go with her. I asked her if she had any toilet paper and she said that she had a small pack of Kleenex tissues in her handbag.
We took a flashlight from her car and we went into the forest. Karen pulled her panties down and squatted. She did a powerful gushing pee followed by a wet fart then she splattered soft poo that spread out on the dry leaves. I also needed to poo although it wasn't urgent but I quite like doing it outdoors so I did it there with Karen. I dropped my pants and squatted down in the forest. After I had finished I asked Karen if I could use some of her tissues to wipe myself with. She said that she would need most of the pack of 10 but I could have 2. My poo wasn't messy so I managed to wipe with 2 tissues.
Karen said that she had nearly a week's worth of poo inside her and she apologised for taking such a long time to get it all out. After about 5 minutes, Karen felt that she had finished and she wiped herself at the front and back. Her poo was quite messy and needed a lot of wiping. When she had used 7 of her 8 tissues, Karen said that she still didn't feel clean at the back and she asked me to check. She bent over; I shone the flashlight on her and told her that she still needed more wiping. She gave me the last tissue and asked me to finish wiping her at the back as I could see where she needed wiping. She thanked me and said that her ex-boyfriend Mike would never have done that as that was one part of her that he steered well clear of.
We went back to the car, hugged each other again and then said goodnight and Karen drove home. It had been two years since Karen had moved out of our parents' house into her own apartment. She had a boyfriend Mike and I had a girlfriend Julie so Karen and I hadn't seen each other very often but I had missed her. Now both our relationships had recently ended in tears and hugging each other in the car that evening caused an emotional effect that came as a complete surprise. Now all I could think of was when I could see Karen again and hug her again. The next morning, Karen phoned me and thanked me for being so supportive. She said that she really needed someone to talk to and she invited me round to her apartment. When I arrived she said that ever since last night she had been longing for us to hug each other again. We sat on the sofa while she cried and I comforted her.
I heard noises from Karen's stomach and I asked her if she was OK. She said that she was on the toilet half the night, probably due to the combined effects of last night's curry and lager and the emotional upset. "Excuse me, I need to poo again", she said. She went into the toilet and left the door open. "It's OK, you can come in", she said. I sat on the edge of the bathtub while Karen sat on the toilet and did a fart and a small amount of runny poo. She sat there and trickled out a few more drops of poo every few minutes. After about 10 minutes, she said that she had finished so she wiped, pulled up her panties and we returned to the sofa. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Some years ago, before I met my second wife, I decided one summer to take some time off and tour some of the western part of the U.S. I was driving on the interstate through a sparsely populated part of western North Dakota just before the Montana state line and pulled off at an exit to gas up the car and take a pee. Afterward, as I was getting on the entrance ramp to the interstate, I saw a female hitch-hiker with a suitcase and a sign that said "Seattle". I don't usually pick up hitch-hikers, but she seemed harmless enough, and I thought the company might be interesting, so I stopped. I told her I wasn't going to Seattle, but I could take her as far as Billings, where I was turning south into Wyoming. That was fine with her. She opened the back door and threw in her suitcase and then got into the front seat. She seemed to be middle aged and was dressed something like a 1960s hippie.
She was very chatty, and as we drove along, it seemed like she never stopped talking. She was drinking a lot of water from a sports bottle. After a while, she got a pained look on her face and said we needed to stop so she could go to the bathroom. Well, we were on a stretch of interstate where the next exit was a long way off, but I asked her if she could hold it until we got there. She said no she couldn't as she was ready to piss her pants as it was, and we didn't know if any facilities would be available, as was the case at many exits. We didn't have a clue how far the next rest stop was, and she said if I didn't stop she would have to scoot up to the edge of the seat, drop her pants, and pee on the floor... ha ha.
The shoulders were wide and traffic was light, so I pulled over onto a broad grassy area. She opened the front door, got out, and opened the back door, which created a "privacy" area between them. Then, facing inward, she got a wad of tissue out of her purse, put it on the car seat, and dropped her purse on the floor. Then she took off her shorts completely and put them on the seat. I was watching her and so far she hadn't said anything about it. Now she had her hands on the waistband of her panties, hesitated, and said, "Look out the windshield or something. Don't watch me". So I turned to look out the windshield, sort of, but could still see her. She took off her panties and put them on the seat on top of her shorts, exposing her twat. Then she grasped the handle inside the front door, spread her legs fairly wide, and squatted about 1/3 of the way back. My head had been slowly drifting back toward her and now she saw me looking at her. "I'm going to piss now", she said rather casually. "Don't look at my pussy, please", she said, without much conviction behind her request. Then, without waiting, she looked downward at her slit and a sudden gush started to come out between her labia. She looked up and saw me watching her. "You're watching me", she said. "Yeah, I know", I admitted. "Do you mind?". "I don't have much choice", she said, again without much emotion. She continued to pee for over a minute, then finally stopped, cleaned herself up, and put her pants back on. We took off and she continued to chatter and swig more water all the way to Billings.
I thought I'd share with you the story of my most desperate pee ever!
I was on a flight from the States to the UK and my story begins in the airport. Before boarding a flight I always go to the toilet for a pee about half an hour before boarding to ensure that I won't need to go during take off when they have those seatbelt signs on. Anyway before heading to the boarding gate I'd ate a meal (as I hate aeroplane food) and with it I'd had a bottle of water followed by a hot chocolate. Needless to say pretty soon after I needed to pee but decided to wait until half an hour before boarding.
Anyway the flight go delayed by an hour so I decided to hold my pee a bit longer. After the delay time passed there was still no sign of the plane boarding and my urge to pee was getting pretty strong and I was feeling quite uncomfortable so I decided to go to the toilet and relieve the pressure in my bladder. I went to the toilet and waited in a short queue, there was nothing remarkale about the queue, everyone was quietly waiting their turn with the exception of the girl in front of me (about 17, 5'8, really slim and with long brunette wavy hair and cool leopard print flat shoes). She seemed to be feeling the need for a pee pretty urgently. She was shifting her weight around every few seconds and every twenty seconds or so she would give her legs a quick squeeze together. On one occasion she crossed her legs tightly and quickly lent forward and rocked for a few seconds but she wasn't being overly obvious with it and I got the impression she didn't want to draw attention to herself or her urgent need. After about 3 or 4 minutes a stall opened up for her and she quickly went in sighing with relief. I heard her quickly unzip of jeans and then as soon as her butt hit the seat she unleased a torrent of pee pretty quickly. A stall then opened up next to her and I went in to take my pee which was definately ready to come out by now. The girl next to me was still peeing away furiously. I was glad that she was a noisy pee' er as I am noisy too am usually able to unleash a pretty furious gusher. I sat on the seat and unleashed my own pee. It lasted about a minute (not very long for me) and I wiped up and left, noting that the girl next to me was still peeing away but she'd now stopped the continuous flow and was releasing the last of her pee in quick spurts. I washed my hands and as I was leaving the girl flushed and exited her stall with a relieved expression on her face.
As you can probably gather that although I had a strong need, that wasn't my desperate pee, but I thought I'd share the build up to it. Anyway I went back to my family and there was still no sign of boarding. It was getting pretty late at night and I was bored and tired so decided to lie down on the airport chairs and take a nap. Anyway after a while (it actually turned out to be an hour and a half) my mum woke me up and said we were boarding. As I got up I realised I had a mild need to pee and asked my mum if I time to quickly run to the toilet as I really like to pee before boarding for comfort. She asked if I could wait till we took off and were able to use the plane toilets. As the need was really mild and unless I thought about it I barely noticed I said yes and we boarded the plane.
Settling in our seats, listening to the safety talk and then preparing for take off took almost 45 minutes and I was still feeling really sleepy so I decided to try and sleep for a bit after take off to pass the time until the seat belt sign went off and I could take my pee. By this point the pressure in my bladder was building but I wasn't too urgent. As I was closing my eyes I was aware of my sister, Hollie (who was 10 at the time) asking my mum how long it would be till we could use the toilet. My mum said it would probably be at least another twenty minutes. Hollie gave a bit of a moan and whispered to my mum that she was absolutely bursting for a pee, my mum told her to try to read to take her mind off it but Hollie said she couldn't. My mum tried to comfort her by saying she also needed a pee pretty badly but this didn't help Hollie's predicament. I felt bad for her as when I'd asked my mum before boarding if I could visit the toilet Hollie had said that she also needed and I noticed her giving her crotch a quick squeeze. She'd also had her legs pretty tightly crossed as we waited in line to board.
As I was drifting to sleep I heard Hollie whispering to my mum that she was scared she was going to have an accident if she couldn't go to the toilet very soon. After about twenty minutes or so I wasn't quite asleep and they turned the seatbelt light off. Hollie quickly jumped up and my mum rushed her to the toilet to empty her bursting bladder and her own as my mum needed to go pretty urgently by now. Half the plane also seemed to get up to visit the toilet at this time and although I could feel my pee asking to be let out I was quite comfy trying to sleep and didn't feel like joining a massive queue so thought I'd wait until the queue calmed down. Fortunately for my sister she made it as several people in the toilet queue seemed to feel sorry for her and let her skip so she didn't have to wait too long for relief. She was sobbing and clutching onto her crotch and squeezing her legs so tightly I think it was pretty obvious she was ready to burst and lose the contents of her bladder all over the ailse. I closed my eyes and decided to cross my legs to help hold my pee in and wait it out for a bit.
I must have feel asleep because when I woke up they were serving the meal. The first thing I was aware of after waking up was my aching bladder, I definately had to use the toilet badly now. I asked my mum if I could get past her and go for a pee but she said I'd have to wait until after eating. I told her I was getting seriously desperate but she pointed out that I wouldn't be able to get by the serving cart so would have to wait it out. As I mentioned I don't like plane food so decided against eating my meal and I didn't touch my drink as my need to pee for far to severe and my bladder couldn't withstand anymore liquid. Throughout the meal I had to jam my hand under my blanket and into my crotch to keep from peeing in my pants.
After the meal had been cleared I finally rushed out of my seat and towards the toilets. I was not pleased to see a long queue as by now my bursting bladder was positively aching with pain and I was desperate to release my pee. I undid the top button on my jeans to relieve some pressure and tightly crossed my legs and bent forward. I held this position for as long as possible and then switched to shifting my weight from foot to foot and squeezing my thigh into my crotch as I did so in a pretty urgent pee dance. I felt pretty embarrassed to be doing this is such tight proximety to so many other people but I noticed that almost everyone in the queue seemed pretty desperate. The woman behind me was bouncing up and down bending her knees. She clearly noticed my desperation and said something like, 'man I've gotta piss real bad and you look like you do too'. I tried to smile in ackwoledgement but it was more of a grimmance as I contemplated jamming my hand into my crotch. But this was something I hadn't done in public since I was about 8 so I decided just to cross my legs even harder and bounce at the knees as the woman behind was doing.
I was in the queue about ten minutes when the plane hit some turbulence which made me momentarily lose control of my bladder and a spurt of pee unleashed itself into my knickers. Fear set in and I quickly gave my crotch a really tight squeeze with my hand and squeezed my legs together as tightly as I possibly could. I managed to regain control of my bladder and thankfully noticed that there were only three people in front of me waiting for two toilets. The woman behind said, 'man I almost lost it then what about you'. I nodded quickly and squeezed as tight as possible not admiting that I had actually lost it a bit. My relief over gaining control over my pee and not flodding myself was short lived as the seatbelt light went on due to the turbulence and the stewards began ushering people back to their seats. I asked the flight steward if I could please quickly use the toilet. She said no I had to take my seat. Please I asked again and told her that I was positively bursting. She looked sympathetic but said no and that the turbulance shouldn't last long. With tears in my eyes I had to return to my seat.
I sat back down in my seat and started to softly cry. My mum asked what was wrong and I told her that I was about to burst and had to pee unbelievably badly. She told me to try to take my mind off it and read or listen to music but I said I couldn't as I was about to wet my pants. 'Of course you're not' my mum said. I just continued to cry. 'You're not' she reassured 'and there's only about an hour of the flight left' she said. At this point I whispered in her ear that I'd already spurted a bit. She told me to hold myself and cross my legs and hopefully I'd be able to go to the toilet soon. This didn't make me feel any better.
I began rocking back and forth with my hand jammed into my crotch as tight as possible and the plane went through more and more turbulance and the seatbelt light remained on. After about forty agonising minutes of holding my bladder went numb and began to spasm. My heart was beating fast and I was positive I was going to pee on myself. I wasn't wrong a jet of warm pee flowed into my knickers and I began to cry. My mum asked what was wrong. Somehow I managed to stop the pee and hold on. I told my mum and she summonded a steward. As I sat there sobbing my mum explained that I was about to have an accident and had already peed my pants a bit. Still I want allowed to go as we were preparing to land. My mum told me to hang on in there but not to worry if I didn't make it. I couldn't believe that at 14 years of age I might pee my pants and my mum was allowing my to do so.
I somehow managed to hang on and we landed and I painstakingly got off the plane hand in crotch. I could feel a tiny wet spot on my jeans about the size of a coin from where I'd spurted. Slowly and painfully I made my way through the airport and towards to toilets. I had to stop every few steps to bend over or croutch down to keep control of my bladder. I felt like everyone was looking at me but at this point I didn't care all I cared about was making it onto the toilet.
Finally I got into the toilet and began to cry a little as I joined a queue of about 5 women. At this point I was alternating between urgent pee dancing, squeezing my legs, scissoring my legs, bouncing, holding myself and bending over. I lost another spurt as I joined the queue and a minute or so later that was followed by another, this time longer and therefore taking me longer to regain control. I badly wanted to just give up and pee my pants as my bladder was convulsing continuously. As I reached the front of the queue I began to continuously trickle into my knickers and couldn't stop it no matter how much I tried, pee just kept on trickling out. As I was seriously contemplating pulling down my already wet knickers and jeans and peeing into the bin a stall opened and I ran in whilst still trickling into my knickers. I pulled everything down at once already flowing and then the torrent began before I could make it onto the toilet. I splattered all over the floor creating a sizeable puddle. I threw myself onto the toilet and the contents of my bladder gushed into the bowl powerfully and in a continuous stream. I was peeing louder, harder, faster and quicker than ever before. I was crying with relief now as the tension (and pee) flowed furiously out of me. I peed a major stream continuously for almost 4 minutes before it tappered into long furious spurts and splatters for another minute followed by another minute of furious continuous pee. Eventually after what felt like forever I finished up and wiped. My knickers were soaked through as I had thoroughly wet them and I decided to take them off and bin them. My jeans were noticeably damp and I had an obvious wet patch that made it clear that I'd least started to have an accident. I took off my sweater and tied it around my waist, then wiped up the pee that I'd done on the floor and exited and washed my hands.
When I meet up with my mum, dad and sisters outside the toilets my mum took a look at my sweater and gave me a hug as she knew I hadn't quite fully made it but at this point I didn't care as I was so relieved. I have to say that after the car ride home (less than half an hour) I was bursting to go again and dashed straight to the toilet and peed for another two minutes as soon as I got in as did my sister who'd also had a desperate pee in the airport. Has this happened to other people when they've been desperate for a pee that they need to go again quickly after? I ended up peeing every half hour for about fours hours after that, each time feeling pretty desperate.
I s tumbled upon this site and thought I would share a rather unique toilet experience I had last year. Read the whole way through as I'll try to set the scene so to speak!...
First of all, I'm 23, and a single male. I was touring southern Africa and stayed at this camp called Ngepi in northern Namibia. Its a great place but rather eccentric, majorly environmentally friendly, and its got the weirdest ablution facilities. Among many, they have a toilet facing the river called 'The Throne' made of wood, complete with head and arm rests! They also have one called the Toilet of Eden, the loo being in the middle of lush bushes and plants on a raised platform.
But weirdest of all is the one called 'his and hers'. It was a kind of outdoor reed structure, with signs pointing to male to the left and female to the right...but when you follow them, they join up and enter the same room - with two toilets, one pink for ladies ('Hers') and one for gents ('His'). They're only a meter from each other, with a wooden stick you put across for a barrier (except that I didn't notice this! Read on...)
I sat down (on the guys one!) and began my dump... Dropped one small turd but just as I was preparing for the big one, I heard footsteps and before I could pull my trousers up this girl came in - saw me with my trousers half down and gasped in shock (she obviously was as confused as I was initially!). She was like "oh I'm so sorry, where's the ladies?" haha. I'd recovered by now and pointed to the toilet next to me! That was the truth! She was like "are you serious?" and I said yes, pointing to the sign saying 'his' and 'hers'!
I thought she'd leave all embarassed but to my astonishment she said 'well do you mind'? !! I've never gone to the toilet in front of anyone before (apart from the odd roadside pee) but to my surprise I found myself saying no go ahead! She was pretty (22 I later found out) and wearing a short beige skirt and a sexy white t-shirt. She pulled down her skirt and panties and positioned herself on the ladies loo, just 1m from me! I was too excited to continue my business, but she started quite a long stream of pee. I said "bet that feels good" and she said "yeah, but I need to do the other too!" I was getting more confident by the second, and said "well as you can see I'm in here for the same thing" (obviously, as not many guys sit down to pee!!). I pushed a bit more of my turd out with a plop and she laughed. She then said "ok, don't look this way" so I didn't but heard her grunt a couple of times, then heard a soft 'plop' in the bowl. I pushed my final large turd out but to my disappointment it was more or less silent, just slithered away! She wiped a couple of times, and I did too.
There was only one sink, so I said go ahead, and she washed her hands - and waited for me - when I was done washing my hands we both walked out together - me through the male entrance and her through the female. As we were emerging, a lady was coming in, when she was out of earshot we laughed like crazy, imagining her reaction to stumbling upon the two of us pooping together! We had a few drinks together afterwards in the bar She was travelling with a group of friends and left the next day to continue her tour, but we're still in touch by email a few months later and we're intending on meeting up in Europe this year, so you never know what it could lead to!
Hope you enjoyed the story :)
To Julie: Awesome story of the skydiving incident! Don't feel bad even if you do get teased, I'm sure it does happen to lots of people. Peeing accidents are probably common in that situation too. The poor instructors must have a hard time.
To Jill: Thanks so much for the inside info on my questions about my Mormon friend. It's something that played on my mind for a long time. Yes, they were very friendly, open, sharing people and I guess that makes them predisposed to that sort of open behaviour. But I reckon that Uncle Harry is right, going to the toilet in front of people is not a "Mormon thing" as such. Jill, if you ever have any stories from your shared bathroom experiences at chapel, I'd love to hear them. Also Jill, it is so good that you are able to be open yourself in front of your family, especially your son. My family was totally private (that's why the experience with Luke shocked me so much). As a result, I never understood how people "normally" went to the toilet or whether the problems I had were severe constipation were really a problem. I guess it's led to my toilet fascination now. Your son is lucky and I'm sure he'll grow up with a much healthier attitude.
To Paige: Great idea with the diary. Am looking forward to hearing some more detailed stories, new or old.
To Isabella: Don't feel bad about not being able to poop in an unusual position, it can take a lot of practice. From what you describe, your Mom's "squatting" technique is a semi-standing position, a bit like when women "hover" over the toilet seat to pee without sitting down and making contact with the seat. It's a tough position and all the tension in your legs can make it tiring and difficult to relax your anus. I take it you call it a squatting position because your Mom leans right forward while pooping, so that her chest is pressed to her thighs? When I'm constipated, I sometimes go for the full squat down to floor level because the angle helps open up your bowels so much more and makes it easier to poop. I usually need to spread tp on the floor to catch the load so that it can be cleanly picked up and dropped into the bowl.
I did come up with an alternative way of pooping once, that was sort of a semi-standing, semi-squatting position. I think I was just experimenting at the time. I usually have tough craps, that take a fair bit of pushing to get out. On this rare occasion, I had a reasonably big one that was really trying to come out by itself. So I was going to try standing up, to see how it would feel for one to just slip out.
At home, I stripped off and backed over the toilet bowl but nothing happened. I tried pushing but it wouldn't work. In a standing position I think my anus was compressed so that made it harder for the poop to get through. I tried leaning right forward, so that my stomach would be more compressed but that didn't help much. So I came up with a novel alternative. I turned to face the toilet, with my feet apart, one on either side of the bowl. Then I lifted my right leg, while balancing on the left, and placed my right foot up on top of the toilet tank. I was then standing straight upright, but with my right knee up to my chest so that one leg was in a standing position, the other in a squatting position, and my hole over the bowl.
I found it much easier to push in this position, as it was more like a natural squat. But standing up like that is a totally different sensation. I've tried it a few times since. Your anus stays soft and supple and is able to stretch more easily. The poops feel twice as big! But because everything is relaxed they come out more easily so you can do big ones (that feel massive) but without fear of actually tearing something. Everyone should try it at least once. I don't know how it would go in a public restroom, but it is certainly easy and comfy. You just need to kick your pants right off to start. And the huge splach the drop makes will certainly surprise people in neighbouring stalls!
Isabella, does your Mom have to strain much to poop in her position?
To marcobrave: I often sit to pee too. I posted the reason why a few pages back. I didn't always do it. And yes, standing is a darn sight more comfortable and a whole lot less messy if you're caught spraying like a showerhead. Especially at home where you have to clean your own toilet. I always stand at urinals in public toilets because they are a bigger target.
Hmmmm... I sound really messed up in this post. I sometimes pee sitting down and poop standing up!
Its Jill again,
Nice to be here again.
Adrian: Thanks for your comments on christmas fair. It almost always gives me diarrhea. I can see that not everybody will get the 'runs.' That for some they will get very constipated. I don't know which is the worse? For me I guess its being able to shit easily, I hate having to push hard and then at the end having to wriggle and shake my bum to get the last turd away.
Edward H. Again thanks. It was good to anser your survey and I hope it will help you. I always love to be listening to somebody else having a shit Edward and will tell you and everybody here whenever I have a 'nice' experience.
I work in a large block of offices, with several big companies sharing the building. There are toilets on each floor of the ten story block of offices. I get to listen every day, frequently to women I know, those I work with, and some from other firms. I like it best when I am having a shit and the one next to me is going to. Often there is a chance remark as one of us farts, or shits big time. Girly like giggles, chats about what we have eaten. What was our date the night before like. The rattle as paper is torn from the holder and the wiping, that is lovely to listen to, the chatting as we wash our hands, in general, I suppose, the cammaraderie of women in the rest room. I have never encountered any bitchiness in there, even if its a woman you don't like. If somebody needs help its always given. Thats a wonderful thing in this day and age. I would love to hear from any women who feel the same way, and have any experiences to tell.
Lots of love, Jill (South Wales)
I am not a Mormon, however, by the post just read, they have the right idea about toileting.
On to TV shows, last night I watched a . I was at the gym yesterday and sat on the bikeTV show set in a hospital...it was a comedy, I think the name of the show was Green Wing. A new female doctor arrived and as she had no accommodation went to stay at an apartment of one of the male doctors. She had the key and arrived there before him. We saw her go into the toilet and from the not fully closed door could see her sit on the toilet. Next thing she went to flush and the turd would not flush. She had trouble breaking it up...she used a coat hanger to no avail, a snow ski, snow poles, and egg beater and then her house mate came home unexpectantly. She said she had a bad day, everything went wrong and she dropped a "wopper" in the toilet and it would not flush...he thought it was funny. My partner was watching and she wanted to change stations whilst the poo chopping was on...but she did not and watched instead.
As for my saga I have come down with piles....a hard lump on the edge of my hole...it is a bit sore and can get itchy...like very itchy I was at the gym yesterday and on the bike and the saddle caused the itch to start...it was extreme so I had to run to the mens and scratch till it settled down...I have some new cream and been told that I must take laxatives for a period to soften things up and metamucil too...will keep you posted...such are the joyous bi-products of constipation.
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Hi im new to this site. I am 17 female. i thought i might like it because i have accidents about every other day because my poos are very soft. Today i had an accident just after school. I had to poop all day. I was walking to my car when all of the sudden i felt my intesestines rumble and started feeling sick. I knew i wouldnt make it and i kept walking. With every step i could feel my poop slowly inch its way into the seat of my panties. Then as i opened the door an unexpected fart hit me along with the contents of my bowels. So i just pushed it out in the parking lot along with some pee but not alot just enough to soak my panties and run down my legs a little. I sat down and it squashed out of my legs of course. ... Holy crap i just peed myself while typing! Well i gotta go ill post later. Im a kinda wet right now!
To Keith D - Yes, certainly I used the squat toilets in China. Lots of them around! I think I could have written a book on toilet architecture in China. Modern western style, squatting toilets with and without stalls, and with high and low walls in the stalls, with round holes and with small canals with running water through all the stall. The last type probably the most amusing!!
The only time I felt really embarrassed was as described before, probably because I had a feeling that I was not supposed to do it just there.
Friday afternoon after lunch, me and my buddy Shang both went to the boys bathroom to poop. The stalls have no doors, but we both really had to go. We were sitting on the toilets doing our business, farting and dropping logs and mudslides, and the room stunk. Then I heard giggling from outside, and the entry door swung open, and 4 girls walked right into the boys bathroom , and just stared at us and laughed and laughed and laughed. One girl said "Look at the Japanese guy (Shang) it's really true hahahahahahaa" Another girl laughed and said "Yes, but they both stink up really bad" They made so much noise, that Mrs. Erdman, our Algebra teacher came in to see what was going on. She chased the girls out, and told us to 'hurry up" and get to our next class. It was an experience, to say the least.
Thanks Swa. I've had a couple of solid bowel movements since I posted, with no change in diet so it appears that whatever it was has passed.
Hello, my name is Julie, i'm 27 with long brown hair, about 5'4" and 115lbs. i found this place a few weeks ago and i was waiting until i had enough time to share my stories. i hope you'll enjoy them! the first part of my story is some background info, part of my history. so when i was a little girl, for the first several years after i stopped wearing diapers, i had a habit of pooping in my pants a lot anyway. it wasn't daily or anything, but it drove my parents crazy. i'd say once every couple of weeks i would poop in my pants for various reasons. sometimes i was being rebellious, sometimes i was being lazy, and sometimes i simply just couldn't hold it in any longer and had no choice but to poop in my underpants. i remember when i was really young, for the first couple of years i was out of diapers, whenever i would poop in my pants i would hide. for some reason i thought i would get away with it if no one was around to know that i pooped my pants. i didn't have the logic down yet that the mess wasn't going to go away until my mom cleaned me up. it's kind of funny to think back on. i'd be playing in my room, i'd crap my pants, i'd hide under the bed, and eventually my mom would walk in to a room that reeks of poop and i would be no where in site. oh, good times. anyway, that all kind of stopped by the time i was 7 or 8 years old. now for the second part of my story. when i was 11 years old, and it had been a few years since i'd done any pooping in my underwear, there was an incident. on a sunday morning i had to go to church with my parents. i hated church. we rarely went, but this happened to be easter sunday so my parents felt obligated to go. i was wearing this pale yellow dress with a white bow around the waste and fancy white shoes. anyway, while we were getting into church i could feel that i had to go to the bathroom. i got a little worried about it because for whatever reason, i was always under the impression that there were no bathrooms in churches, i guess because i never saw one or a sign saying restrooms or anything in a church. so i was sitting, standing and kneeling through the mass, and i was really feeling the pressure in my butt, and i was getting a little panicky. it was only 20 minutes or so into the mass and i reached the point where i knew i wasn't going to make it all the way home with the same pristine white panties on. oh, their color would change. so i developed the idea in my mind that this could work out for me. i knew i could hold it for a little while longer but that i would more than likely lose control of myself during the ride home, so i decided if i lost control of myself right there in church, we would have to leave, and thus, no more sitting in boring church! to an 11 year old girl who was desperate to go poopies, this was a brilliant plan. so, about 3 minutes later, as we were kneeling for a pray, i let go. it came out fast like diahrrea but it was fairly solid. it was like 3 or 4 big mushy lumps pushed out into my panties one after another, and i felt the seat of my underwear bulging out as the strong poop odor filled the air. thank god it stayed in my underwear. god what a relief. as soon as we stood up i noticed my mother staring daggers at me, and she discreetly leaned over and lifted the back of my dress a little bit. obviously she was greeted by a big brown stained lump in my panties, and she leaned to my ear and angrily said "you're 11 years old, why didn't you use the toilet!? go to the ladies room, clean yourself up, and wait for us in the vestibule!" at that point i kind of instantly regretted what i had done. i suddenly felt extremely embarassed. i couldn't believe there actually were bathrooms there so i could have avoided having an accident anyway. i also could see people in my vicinity peeking over at me with looks of disgust. i felt my face turn deep red. if i was 5 or so i guess people would have been a little more sympathetic to my situation, but since i was 11 they just looked ashamed of me. i stepped out of the pew and waddled down the aisle toward the exit, and i had to ask an usher where the bathroom was. he pointed me there and i went. boy i felt like an idiot. anyway, i got in there and emptied my full panties into the toilet and wiped them out with some paper towels then wiped my butt off. my panties were still stained brown and i still smelled bad but it was the best i could do. i washed my hands and went and waited in the vestibule. that was the worst part, that it didn't even get me out of church early. i just stood until mass was over, and everyone was walking past me and leaving, staring at me as they went by. when i got home my mom gave me a stearn talking to. and that was the story of julie's easter sunday panty pooping fiasco.
i have one last part to this post, and it is my adulthood poop accident. it happened last summer. my friend rob was celebrating his 25th birthday in july and he wanted to learn to sky dive. so a group of 6 of us took the courses and the day before rob's birthday we were going on our first jump. my stomach was in knots all day i was so nervous. it was pretty much the scariest thing i've ever done. we went in groups of 3, with 3 instructors because your first jump has to be a tandem jump. i was in the first group, and i was the second one to jump. god it was horrifying. so horrifying infact, that there was an occurence during my jump. all i could feel was the wind against my body and what i can only describe as my butt cheeks convulsing. my stomach was wrenching and suddenly i could just feel warm goo flowing upward into my pants and moving all over. it was very odd feeling poop coming out when your butt is facing upward. anywho, it was quite evident during my free fall that my butt had just thrown up in my pants. it made this already horrifying experience all the more horrifying. when we realesed the parachute and my position changed with kind of a jolt, i felt a blop of poop start to run down my left thigh. luckily i had these straps going around my thighs so it couldn't get any lower than that. when we landed i was white as a ghost. the instructor just looked at me and she said "you're not the first it's happened to, don't sweat it. was it still a rush though?" i said "it was terrifying. which is probably why i crapped myself." i had to wait in my extremely messy pants for a van to pick us up. all of my friends had a field day with my accident, and eventually nicknamed me "free flow". i was finally able to get to a place to clean up after 45 minutes in poopy pants at age 26. i peeled my pants down and there was yellowish brown mush all over the inside of them. i had it all over my legs too. it was such a wet poop that i couldn't tell whether or not i had peed myself too. i had light blue panties on and the crotch and the seat were turned a gross yellowish brown color and there were little brown skidmarks and globs throughout them. i smelled to high heaven. it seemed that all the solid poop came out of my underwear and was in my pants though. i even had some poo on my lower back. it was the messiest accident i've had by far at the age of 26. and that was the story of julie's tandem sky dive pants pooping fiasco. i hope you enjoyed my stories. if i remember any other notable pants pooping stories from my past, or if i have any new ones, i'll be sure to post them.