Harmony
Just a quick question. How many ways can you sit on top of a toilet to go poop, or pee?
Kalee
Since graduating from college 5 years ago, I moved to a big city and work in a high-rise office building. I pretty much crap and pee regularly daily at my office building, but over the Thanksgiving weekend I flew cross-country to visit my family. That's what my story is about. So that I would have a little more time to spend with my family and friends, I took the day before Thanksgiving as a vacation day. I arrived at the airport early enough to check my luggage, avoid many of the security lines, and take my morning crap before going up to the boarding area and waiting for my departure. My usual crap at the office is one piece, about an inch thick and 18 inches long. It's usually soft and comes without much pushing on my part. However, at the airport I had to sit down three times over about an hour in order to expel threesmall pieces, each no longer than an inch and harder than normal. I had that stuffed feeling where I know I had to go, but the release took a lot more work on my part. There really wasn't anything distracting me in adjacent stalls that I can think of, although on my first attempt the restroom and seat was noticebly colder. The second stall smelled real bad and as I sat, I noticed pubic hairs over the front of the bowl. The third time wasn't bad and I peed some too as I was finishing my morning Starbucks as I sat. When my flight finally landed, I went in and took a much fuller shit before heading to the baggage area where my kid sister was waiting. That one was effortless and I don't think I spent even 45 seconds on the stool. I wonder if I'm spending too much time trying to analyze such things. At least, my sister thinks that's the case.Brandi
Oh boy, today I was reminded of why I really hate public bathrooms. People always talk about how bad men are in regards to their public bathrooms, but I'm not sure women are much better. I went to see a movie today. The movie was fine, but after it was over, I realized I needed to poop. I try to avoid public bathrooms if I can, but I knew I'd never get home. And after last Friday, I didn't want to risk it again.
I went into the bathroom with a bit of a disposition. After all, I was holding in five days worth of poop, and being that a movie just got finished there were lots of women waiting to empty their bladders. Luckily that doesn't take long, so the line of ten or more quickly shortened to just me and one person in front. I don't know how many were behind, I didn't really care.
A stall opened and she went in and took what seemed to be forever. A different stall actually opened first, so I took that one. I couldn't believe how awful the toilet was. The seat had pee on it and there wasn't much paper left. It was enough for me, but I knew I'd be leaving an empty roll for the next lady. An unfortunate situation, which always leads to awkwardness.
Well, I knew from past experiences this mall had seat covers, so I put one down and sat. I pulled down my jeans and pink thong to my ankles. It was weird, I knew I really had to go, but I just couldn't. Maybe I was uncomfortable about being in public, I don't know. I had to push hard and squeezed out a big poop, splashing into the toilet below. I figured there was more, but it wasn't worth the effort. I got out some, and would just have to hold it until I got home.
I did manage to hold it in until later, but I think I was too good at holding it. I couldn't go even when I got home, until a few hours later. The urge came back, just as strong as before, so I headed to my bathroom, which I knew was clean. I again pulled down my jeans and thong, and this time the poop was nice and effortless. Lots of big splashes, coming out one after the other. Then a long long ropey poop came out. And back to more big poops easing out - Splash Splash Splash.
Lots of little splashes, really fast, no delay at all. There was more, so I gave a small push. I felt a big one stretch out, crackling every step of the way. It felt weird, but kind of good, having all my muscles in that area work and push it out. Finally, flump! Phew, I was kind of tired after that, but I wiped three times, the last time with my baby wipes.joanah
A very strange/awkward thing happened to me a few days ago. I was asleep in bed with my boyfriend of 4 years, when i woke up to strange breathing/wimpering. I turned over to see what in god's name was making the sound and I will never forget the sight that was before me.
my boyfriend, completely naked, writhing in his sleep and making strange noises. at first i thought he was just having a nightmare, but then i noticed his butt was facing towards me, and he was sticking it out every now and then... then i saw it...
his quivering anus, and a turtlehead partially pushing it open.Emma
Are there any girls there who go sailing on a boat with no loo. What do you do? I'm 14 and go sailing a lot on a small dinghy with my dad and two bros. They just stand and wee off the side of the boat. I tried to do the same but couldn't without it going all over me and everywhere. The only way I can go is if I take my skirt and knickers off completely and put my bum over the side with my dad and one of bros holding my legs. Good job I'm not shy I weed like that loads of times and done a couple of poos like that too.
Pooperlady
Ronzique said, "This is for all the ladies. When you have moments when you have to pee and move your bowels at the same time (the so-called duo urge), is your urge to urinate stronger than your urge to BM, or is your urge to BM stronger than your urge to pee, or are both urges equally strong?"
I think my urge to poop is storngerthan my urge to pee, because I can't hold my poop as well as I can hold my pee.Linda
Linda from Australia here again. I've been a bit backed up lately so I've had some trouble pooping. This week, I've had a hard time on the toilet and I didn't go at all on Wednesday. Then on Thursday, I only managed to get a few balls of poo out. Yesterday morning, I woke up with the urge to go and I managed to go twice before leaving the house (I get every other Friday off). Then while I was out, I went twice more. It felt so good to get all that poo out and it didn't take much effort either. I didn't go at all today until about 6pm and it was another satisfying dump.lena
to hairy annie,
This is my first time posting, I'm a brunette, 5'8", average body and have been a lurker for a long ,I finally descided to contibute. We at least seem to have some things in common. I have always enjoyed pooping escpecially when I know it's gonna be a long firm turd that is going to require a little effort. I do prefer to hold on till I know it's going to be a memorable experience. I have in the past few years,I am 32 now, always enjoyed a good poop session right from the time of the pre poop farts to washing my hands.
Of course there have been times when I have held on a little too long, I usually hold till I feel the turtlehead starting to emerge. I am basically a morning pooper like alot of ppl out there,but I have been known to have a bm anytime. One of the reasons I hold is I was taught as kid I should only have to shit once a day, there fore it has always been in my mind if I go when it is half ripe then I won't clean myself out properly. Yes and have had my share of poop accidents.
The other day I went to visit a friend of mine who lives down the road, I usually walk as she only lives about 300 yards away. I had not had a shit all day and the small urges I had weren't worth bothering about . So I got dressed in a pair of loose jeans,sweater and put my french knickers on. Like u I do not shave ,never have had, but I'm not all that hairy although my bush covers a fair area and does protrude from the bottom of my nicks.Okay getting on with the happening. I walked down there, had supper with Julie then left.
I guess it would have been about 10 pm when I left, by then I was getting a few cramps and I was holding my farts in cos I knew they would be stinkers. Just as I turned to head up the street I let this long ripping fart go, OMG did it stink. It's a wonder J didn't hear it from her porch,this is when the urge started to get serious.I couls feel a turd makes its way down my passage. I stopped briefly to clench my cheeks, that's when I thought I have about another 300 yards to go and the way I was feeling now I may just shit myself instead. I could feel a gas pressure build up, but damned if I was gonna fart.
So here I am walking along the street with butt clenched, I am sure if anyone saw me they'd be able to figure out what the problem was. I was about 50 yards from home,never so glad to see my letter box. That's when I had to stop again to squeeze my cheeks, then I felt a substantial turtle head poke out. It was so big and hard it forced my ass cheeks apart, I knew then I was in trouble, reaching around I could feel the turd through my jeans. I felt if I walked gently ,holding the turd I may just make ithome. So here is this attractive woman walking back home holding her ass so she doesn't shit herself. I must have looked a pretty site. Then I got this huge cramp as I turned into my drive, I lost controlaltogether, I can say it no other way other than I completely shit my pants. This huge turd I'd been holdingjust slipped out followed by another 3.
Now french knickers are not good to wear if u shit yourself,I could feel the first turd slowly work its waytoward my crotch then out. Having loose jeans on meant the turd slipped down the inside of my thighs.
When I got to my front door with key in hand , I had a turd just above my knee, the other 2 were creeping out of legbands. But the overall releif made up for shitting myself,then my cell phone rang, it was Julie asking if I got home okay. Then she said Lena u sure can fart, she'd heard it, then she said it's a wonder u didn't shit ya panties. Little did she know, I then started to have a wee, may as well everything else was a disaster. What a cleanup tho!!!
Lenasuper sophie
Thanks for the comments people. For those who wanted to know about me and Tania with the bottle. It was a normal soft drinks bottle (2L). It was really easy to pee in. We just placed it over our holes and let it flow.
I got a story for you.
Tania had slept over at mine yesterday and I had an enjoyable toilet sharing experience with her. Nobody was in the house except for me, Tania and my sister Josephine. My alarm woke us up at 11 am and I could see Josephine was already in the bathroom. I wasn't bothered by this because I never went first thing in the morning anyway. After 5 minutes me and Tania desperately needed to go and were dancing outside the door begging her to hurry up. She opened the door and we began arguing who would go first. She suggested I sit between her legs and we both go together. I needed to go too bad to refuse so I said yes and we both ran in. She placed her naked body onto the toilet and spread her legs. I lowered my thong and sat between them. The instant my bum touched the seat pee began jetting out of me and hitting the water below. It felt so good. I heard Tania grunt followed by a loud splash as her crap fell out of her. It must've been big because the water splashed over my backside. This continued for about a minute until my pee ended. I really needed to crap so I started pushing. Nothing came out so I completely removed my thong and spread my legs as far as I could. I pushed even harder but only produced a wet fart. Tania could see I was struggling so she wrapped her arms around my stomach. I asked her what she was doing and she told me to trust her and lean forward. I leant forward and I could feel something moving inside of me. This was not strong enough so I leant forward even further and started pushing. I knew Tania could see everything but I enjoyed it. She is my girlfriend after all so it seemed normal. She began to see my hole open and my turd slide out. She called me a good girl and encouraged me to carry on pushing. My shit hit the water with a huge splash and I let out the largest sigh of relief ever. Tania giggled and started peeing, I heard a sigh come from her so I looked behind me. I could see her hands pushing against the toilet seat and her head tilted back. She was really enjoying herself and I could see her mouth to me to keep pushing. I followed her advice and a large fart echoed in the room. "Wow Sophie, that was huge. Are you ok?" I felt a bubble in my stomach and told her that something was going to happen. As soon as she asked me what I meant a torrent of liquid shit came shooting out of my anus and into the bowl. "Oh, I see, It's ok Sophie, just keep pushing, it will soon be over." I continued to push and eventually something solid came out. I let out a sigh and weed for around 10 seconds. I grabbed some paper and wiped my front as Tania wiped my behind. I pulled up my thong and Tania wiped. We both left together and Josephine asked "Have fun girls?".Bryan
Hey, Thanks to Fernando, francesca, Lisa, and Bryan for your comments.
Fernando: I live in Illinois. I've had a couple of other experiences, but nothing like this.
Francesca and Bryan: No, it didn't occur to me that she was really interested in me or that by not leaving it was some kind of signal. Its hard to think of girls liking that kind of thing or whatever. But then I'm one of those guys that has a hard time picturing a cute girl going to the bathroom at all. Well maybe I will ask her out.
I didn't mention, because the post was getting long, of how really awkward it was when I opened the stall door and used the sink next to her to wash my hands. I couldn't make eye contact with her. I was washing my hands after wiping my butt and she knew it.
There's also another thing I didn't mention. A while after this happened I had a dream where I was sitting on the toilet at home - well it was my home bathroom, but the school toilet, some weird combination. So I'm sitting there and the girl - her name is Anne - opens the door and watches me and starts talking. And then while she's watching me I start peeing, except it isn't pee - its a wet dream and I wake up. Whats up with that?
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Fartlesby
Saturday night. My sister's 19th birthday. We - my parents, uncles, aunties, cousins, second cousins, friends of my sister, people from our church including our pastor - were hiding in the living room with the lights out so that she would think no one was home. We were waiting for her to return home from her evening class at Bible College, where she was studying to become a Christian missionary in Africa. We heard her car pull up, the jingle of keys, the front door opening... and then a long, loud fart.
"Sssshhhhit!" she said.
Then the lights came on and everyone yelled, "SURPRISE!"
She screamed and suddenly I noticed the diarrhoea running down her legs from under her miniskirt.
She had sharted.
She turned and fled down the street. Needless to say, the party was called off. My father drove round the neighbourhood looking for her. He eventually found her (several hours later and several kilometres away)collapsed by the side of the road crying uncontrollably. She was too embarrassed to go to church the next day.
My (now former) church is very strict about attendance. Because she missed church that one Sunday, she was placed under church discipline and eventually excommunicated from the church and expelled from Bible College. Apparently her sins included "soiling her underclothes through sheer carelessness" (the church elders actually interrogated her over the details of the incident)and "speaking profanity" (because she had sworn when she realized she'd had an accident). The elders told her she would go to hell unless she publicly repented of her sin. She now suffers from a severe anxiety disorder.mega_bladder
hi girls,
where are all the women with huge bladders? there use to be a lot of storys, but somehow the arent here anymore.....
please post some storysLisa
to Historian,
I'm the poster who wrote about what women's underpants used to be like.
Women's underpants used to be coverings for legs that would tie in a drawstring at the waist. Women could pee and poop without pulling their underpants down.
It's too bad that women no longer wear long skirts. It would be convenient, and fun, to pee anywhere!
Also, I read that when women got older, it was acceptable to wear a corset that was looser.Brandy - that was another great post. I'm glad you made it to the toilet. It sounded like you had a really good after Thanksgiving Day dump. I'm sure you're right that if toilets were living, they would dread Thanksgiving Day. I look forward to hearing more of your stories.
Laura (Teacher) - I always enjoy your stories and was wondering if you had any good after Thanksgiving day dumps to share?
Samantha
Brandy: I loved your story about your after-thanksgiving dump! That's funny to think of how toilets would feel if they were "living things." You're right--I'm sure they hate getting the "bum end" of the Thanksgiving deal!
Thunder: Funny you mentioned that about your use of prune juice when bound up. I used it for that exact purpose right around the time of your post!
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Hey gang!
I got quite stopped up after Thankgsgiving--normally I do, but this year was just majorly constipating. By Sunday I felt like I had a weeks worth of poop inside of me, and waited for any type of fart to help release the pressure in my stomach. I hate feeling like I'm going to release a big poop only to sit on the toilet to find that nothing wants to come out.
So, that night (Sunday) I took a lot of metamucil (about two 'doses') and drank Thunder's recommended two glasses of prune juice to help get things moving. The next morning, though: nothing. I tried to sit on the toilet and push, but it was still to no avail. I figured the problem was too much bulk from the metamucil. I continued to drink lots of water, and decided that a little more prune juice would be helpful. I probably drank more than a liter of the stuff at once I was so desperate for a good dump.
Finally, that night I got some relief with a bout of tremendous, relaxing, but awful gas. The odor was terrific and the farts were loud, pleasant, and comfortable. The smell though, was simply rotten! It was very sulfiric, fruity, with a bit of a sour milk smell. At one point, upon passing my bedroom my roommate (and good friend) started gagging because the smell was so bad! "Wow, you need some air freshener in here!" she joked. I'm very comfortable with her, so farting or getting up to use the toilet for a poop around her is very normal. It felt so good to let loose I didn't care how bad they smelled--actually, I started to enjoy it. My belly was making a lot of rumbling noises and there was lots of air (and LOTS of digested food) moving around in my ????. So, I was just sitting around my room working on coursework when I finally let loose a very ripe, hot fart--and immediately felt a slip of warm poop almost escape out of my rear--and if I had pushed any harder, I'm sure it would have. My chest filled with sensation and pleasure: "finally," I thought. My bowel gave a good rumble and I got up and ran over to the bathroom.
I closed and locked the door, now feeling a great and pleasant feeling in my body--the near 5 days of blockage was about to be released. I slammed the toilet seat down and ripped down my jeans, faced forward, and plopped my rear down on the cold toilet seat. I sat still for a little bit, getting comfortable. Then I felt another strong urge in my butt, which I gladly answered by deciding to apply force. I took in a breath of air and then gave a push, hoping I would finally get rid of this master belly bomb. It was another big fart--echoing into my toilet. Playing off of what Brandy said, I was hoping to give this toilet quite the thrill! Now my bowel gave a big gurgle, and I rubbed it, pushing and massaging my small but bloated ????. Then came another urge, and again I gave a little push. "SLRT!" A quick fart came, and again I felt that sort of hot poop near-slip. But this time it was more than welcome. I relaxed, breathed in and gave another push and let out a huge, blasting, 3 second long shot of rapid mushy mess all over the poor toilet's bowl. What a relief. But this was nothing compared to what I felt was still in me.
I let out a few more good farts, but no more poop came out for about 5 minutes. Then another bowel rumbler struck my rump. I pushed hard to get this one out. It was another wave of mushy-liquidy poop, but much more explosive: "PFRRlooorlooorllroloooonput-put-put-puthhh-Lrlrlrrrsrsrsrrt!" Then a volumous mush turd climactically hit the toilet water. The bathroom smelled horrendous by this point, but I could tell this was only the beginning of what was inside of me. I let out another wet wave of poop, forceful enough to splurt into the water and hit my butt. I stayed on the toilet a bit more and let loose a lot of stinky gas. About 15 minutes through all this, my friend again jovially pestered me "WOW Sam! What did you eat? I can smell that in the other room!"
"I know!" I responded. "It's awful!" I didn't tell her about the amount prune juice (or metamucil) I drank, though she knows that I sometimes buy prune juice ("because it's healthy") and occasionally she makes grandma jokes about it when she sees it in the fridge. I told her about the health benefits and tried to get her to to drink some of mine once, but after tasting she gave it back and said it was "like drinking molasses mixed with grape juice."
Anyway, I sat on the toilet for another 3 minutes, but nothing but gas came out. I thought the rest maybe needed more time (I still felt like I had a lot more in me), so I wiped and got up. Holy cow! The toilet was a mess! There were splatters of liquid brown poop all over the bowl, and a big mush-mess sitting half in and out of the water. I had to flush twice to make sure all the residue got down, and had to wipe around the bowl and underside of the seat.
I got out of the bathroom, and felt like perhaps the rest of the poop needed more incentive to come out, so, half thinking about Amanda's story, I got the prune juice out of the fridge and poured another glass and slammed it. Feeling bold, I poured another half glass and took it into the main room where my roomy was. She gave me another chuckle: "whoa, easy on the prune juice Grandma Sam! You're already stinking up the whole place!" We both started laughing, and I told her about how I had been a bit bound up, even after all my session on the toilet. It was funny, because we normally don't talk about poop or farts that much, so her constant jokes made it really interesting--I guess the smell was so hard to ignore. I sat with her a bit and watched TV, hoping I would get another poop urge, but nothing came. I farted a lot, though, and the smell gave us both a good laugh--I'm normally much more reserved about farts and poop than I was that day. She made me feel quite comfortable.
Later that night, before going to bed I figured I might as well give it another try, because I had big gurgles in my belly and mad farts. A small squirt fart came, but nothing else but gas. I wasn't going to keep pushing, so I had a glass of water went to bed.
The next morning I woke up with a gut-wrenching belly-ache. The cramps were incredible. I layed in bed a bit, rubbing my ???? and hoping for a big urge. I farted a few times, and then finally felt another slippy fart--but a much more intense kind--the kind that lets you know that you've DEFINITELY got the runs. I got up and dashed to the bathroom. Unfortunately, my roommate was taking her sweet-time as always (she probably spends over an hour in the bathroom every morning for her shower and whatever else--and she keeps it locked the whole time). I could have knocked on the door and said I needed to use the toilet, and she would happily oblige. But I decided that since I had been given the gift of the mean trots, it might be fun to hit up a public toilet to do the deed, and knew it would make for a good story here :). I got dressed and bundled up. There's a small coffee place a few blocks away from my flat, so I decided to dash over there for and give their toilet some of my own special blend that I had percolating.
On the way, every few steps I got that bad feeling in my ???? and bowel, the kind that says "TOILET, HURRY!" But I'm pretty good at holding even the near-uncontrollable type of diarrhea in, so I managed to make it to the cafe, panties unscathed. I do find anticipation to use the toilet during bouts of runny ???? really exhilerating. Nevertheless, on the way I had to stop and grab my cramping ???? and clench my butt a few times when the liquid rushed to the gate--there definitely were a few close calls. The cafe had a fair amount of people in it, but I didn't have much time to observe. I walked quickly over to the ladies door and pushed it open. It was a two staller, both empty. I ran over to the first one, so happy to see a toilet and finally get rid of the monster inside of me, which I had no doubt was going to be released this time. The restroom was very clean, so I didn't bother wiping the seat. I put one of the seat covers on, though, because I'm fascinated with them and enjoy the anticipation they require. I undid my jeans and plunked my butt through the paper--ahhhh! I thought. It was shear ecstasy being in that bathroom. No sooner did I have time to feel it, though, than did a powerful, massive, incredible blast of diarrhea unleash itself into the bowl, complete with echoing gaseous eruptions from my rear volcano. Every sputter, every burst into the water was not without its porcelein reverberation. Near the end of the wave, which lasted about 30 seconds on and off, the farts started to sound like wet trumpet blasts. I was sure that someone outside must have heard that (there were a few tables near the bathroom). The smell was just as bad as it was the night before, and was likely beginning to permeate the whole bathroom.
After the first wave, the diarrhea eased up. I sat on the toilet and let a lot of gas go, some of it a little wet. A small while later, the next wave hit. More juicy diarrhea torrented out of me, followed by a frenzy of wicked, bassy farts. This pattern continued a bit until I noticed the door open and heard footsteps.
"OK, you go first, honey. Remember what to do?" A matronly voice asked.
"Yeah" the cute sounding voice of a young girl responded as footsteps and feet came near.
At this time, more of the diarrhea poured from me and splashed loudly into the bowl, followed by a big fart. Her feet, which I now could see under the stall, stopped. "Mama, listen" she said cutely. I couldn't help but smile.
"Yes, dear. Someone else is using the big potty, too. But remember it's not polite to talk about the sounds others are making." By her tone, it seemed like it was helpful that someone else was using "the big potty" to demonstrate how normal it is.
The mother waited by the mirror as her daughter entered the adjacent stall and tinkled. After the girl exited the stall, her mother asked if everything went OK. She responded affirmatively. "Good job! I'll be out in one second, you go wash your hands."
The mother took her turn and entered the stall as I was struck with another belly busting urge. I let it loose, since I had nothing to hide, and of course like the company for such activities. This one was more subtle, but still loud and explosive. The other lady finished peeing, wiped and exited the stall. Then she proceeding to wash her hands. Their company was almost as entertaining for me as the incredible relief I was experiencing. It was as if buckets of sludge were pouring out of my digestive track. The smell grew as I pictured all the food I had eaten over the past four or so days. It was purely amazing.
After I felt quite cleaned out, I wiped up and checked out my mess. It was such a good site to see it all out of me instead of feeling it all in me. The toilet water was completely dark brown, and there were two huge piles of mushy poop, and diarrhea splats all over the bowl, including the rim and probably under the seat. I couldn't flush this one. I don't think it would have if I wanted to, anyway! I didn't want to cover it up, either, so I flushed the seat protector in the neighboring stall's toilet. Weird, I know, but there's something about leaving a sight for the next visitor (and I always enjoy it when I see someone else's).
I grabbed a coffee to go and walked back home, feeling completely relieved and happy. I got back to the flat and sat down on the kitchen table with my roommate, who had been filling out some paperwork for a new job.
"Hey, there you are," she said.
"Hi, I was at the cafe while you were taking an hour shower," I offered her my drink and she took a few sip.
"I was getting worried--thought you got kidnapped" she joked. I casually told her that while there I felt the urge and was finally able to poop. She jokingly congratulated me. Surprisingly, she told me that she had a hard time going that morning. I half-jokingly told her to drink the rest of the prune juice (there was probably about two glasses left). She said she would seriously consider it if the problem persists. She saw me have to rush to the toilet a few more times that day--hopefully this helped prove to her that it really works.
Overall, it was really fun to be able to talk so openly about all of this with her. Normally I'm quite reserved, believe it or not. Overall, it was a very satisfying experience--I wouldn't have had it any other way.
Good Dumps for All,
SAMMIEsuper sophie
Thanks for the comments people. For those who wanted to know about me and Tania with the bottle. It was a normal soft drinks bottle (2L). It was really easy to pee in. We just placed it over our holes and let it flow.
I got a story for you.
Tania had slept over at mine yesterday and I had an enjoyable toilet sharing experience with her. Nobody was in the house except for me, Tania and my sister Josephine. My alarm woke us up at 11 am and I could see Josephine was already in the bathroom. I wasn't bothered by this because I never went first thing in the morning anyway. After 5 minutes me and Tania desperately needed to go and were dancing outside the door begging her to hurry up. She opened the door and we began arguing who would go first. She suggested I sit between her legs and we both go together. I needed to go too bad to refuse so I said yes and we both ran in. She placed her naked body onto the toilet and spread her legs. I lowered my thong and sat between them. The instant my bum touched the seat pee began jetting out of me and hitting the water below. It felt so good. I heard Tania grunt followed by a loud splash as her crap fell out of her. It must've been big because the water splashed over my backside. This continued for about a minute until my pee ended. I really needed to crap so I started pushing. Nothing came out so I completely removed my thong and spread my legs as far as I could. I pushed even harder but only produced a wet fart. Tania could see I was struggling so she wrapped her arms around my stomach. I asked her what she was doing and she told me to trust her and lean forward. I leant forward and I could feel something moving inside of me. This was not strong enough so I leant forward even further and started pushing. I knew Tania could see everything but I enjoyed it. She is my girlfriend after all so it seemed normal. She began to see my hole open and my turd slide out. She called me a good girl and encouraged me to carry on pushing. My shit hit the water with a huge splash and I let out the largest sigh of relief ever. Tania giggled and started peeing, I heard a sigh come from her so I looked behind me. I could see her hands pushing against the toilet seat and her head tilted back. She was really enjoying herself and I could see her mouth to me to keep pushing. I followed her advice and a large fart echoed in the room. "Wow Sophie, that was huge. Are you ok?" I felt a bubble in my stomach and told her that something was going to happen. As soon as she asked me what I meant a torrent of liquid shit came shooting out of my anus and into the bowl. "Oh, I see, It's ok Sophie, just keep pushing, it will soon be over." I continued to push and eventually something solid came out. I let out a sigh and weed for around 10 seconds. I grabbed some paper and wiped my front as Tania wiped my behind. I pulled up my thong and Tania wiped. We both left together and Josephine asked "Have fun girls?".Brandi
Oh boy, today I was reminded of why I really hate public bathrooms. People always talk about how bad men are in regards to their public bathrooms, but I'm not sure women are much better. I went to see a movie today. The movie was fine, but after it was over, I realized I needed to poop. I try to avoid public bathrooms if I can, but I knew I'd never get home. And after last Friday, I didn't want to risk it again.
I went into the bathroom with a bit of a disposition. After all, I was holding in five days worth of poop, and being that a movie just got finished there were lots of women waiting to empty their bladders. Luckily that doesn't take long, so the line of ten or more quickly shortened to just me and one person in front. I don't know how many were behind, I didn't really care.
A stall opened and she went in and took what seemed to be forever. A different stall actually opened first, so I took that one. I couldn't believe how awful the toilet was. The seat had pee on it and there wasn't much paper left. It was enough for me, but I knew I'd be leaving an empty roll for the next lady. An unfortunate situation, which always leads to awkwardness.
Well, I knew from past experiences this mall had seat covers, so I put one down and sat. I pulled down my jeans and pink thong to my ankles. It was weird, I knew I really had to go, but I just couldn't. Maybe I was uncomfortable about being in public, I don't know. I had to push hard and squeezed out a big poop, splashing into the toilet below. I figured there was more, but it wasn't worth the effort. I got out some, and would just have to hold it until I got home.
I did manage to hold it in until later, but I think I was too good at holding it. I couldn't go even when I got home, until a few hours later. The urge came back, just as strong as before, so I headed to my bathroom, which I knew was clean. I again pulled down my jeans and thong, and this time the poop was nice and effortless. Lots of big splashes, coming out one after the other. Then a long long ropey poop came out. And back to more big poops easing out - Splash Splash Splash.
Lots of little splashes, really fast, no delay at all. There was more, so I gave a small push. I felt a big one stretch out, crackling every step of the way. It felt weird, but kind of good, having all my muscles in that area work and push it out. Finally, flump! Phew, I was kind of tired after that, but I wiped three times, the last time with my baby wipes.
Friday, December 05, 2008
Fluidity
Bryan, I hope you go after that girl. She obviously had no difficulty with
your predicament, as it is natural and common to every human being.
Katie, that was a beautiful story of the pleasure of relieving a long, long needed wee. Others have
noted that it was in front of your Father and sister. Had you ever weed outside alone? Have you since
then weed outside alone? How traumatic was the presence of your Dad and sister (it was obviously
an emergency)?
Have you ever thought back of what you would have done if your Father wasn't there? It
sounded like you had never weed outside. How would you have dealt with the need for
an emergency wee while you were outside with not bathroom?
We all have such stories buried back inside us for we all have had to hold it
much too long and have enjoyed the relief.
The most recent one was several years ago when I was driving back and forth
to work. I picked up friends when I drove to and from work. One was a French woman
in her early 30's with two sons under ten years old. This afternoon she needed
to pick up one of her sons on the other side of Manhattan from our apartments.
I dropped her off and then had to drive across town to my apartment. I had not
taken into account that my bladder was filling and the extra stop made the drive
much longer than usual. Halfway across town I was bursting to wee. I was
wiggling and holding my dick and pulling on it to keep it from letting go
but the pressure was not going away. In such heavy traffic it is impossible
to stop at the curb and run into a bar and take a whiz in their loo. There are no
places to stop (all the parking places are taken and the "no parking" spaces risk
a $150 fine if you are caught.
So I reached a point where it was simply impossible for me to hold this much (with my
seat belt on) this long so I decided to try and let a squirt or two out. This
was a very bad mistake. The first squirt turned into the the squirt which emptied my
bladder. I simply could not stop it (or I realized that the pain in stopping
it was to much to imagine). The pleasure of release was intense; I needed that
pee so, so badly!! I whizzed for a long time before I could clamp
down and stop the low (if you try too early the pain is terrible).
My jeans were wet; the seat of the car was soaked. Somehow over the weekend
the car seat dried and no aroma was apparent to the riders on Monday!
F;u
Bryan
Hey, Thanks to Fernando, francesca, Lisa, and Bryan for your comments.
Fernando: I live in Illinois. I've had a couple of other experiences, but nothing like this.
Francesca and Bryan: No, it didn't occur to me that she was really interested in me or that by not leaving it was some kind of signal. Its hard to think of girls liking that kind of thing or whatever. But then I'm one of those guys that has a hard time picturing a cute girl going to the bathroom at all. Well maybe I will ask her out.
I didn't mention, because the post was getting long, of how really awkward it was when I opened the stall door and used the sink next to her to wash my hands. I couldn't make eye contact with her. I was washing my hands after wiping my butt and she knew it.
There's also another thing I didn't mention. A while after this happened I had a dream where I was sitting on the toilet at home - well it was my home bathroom, but the school toilet, some weird combination. So I'm sitting there and the girl - her name is Anne - opens the door and watches me and starts talking. And then while she's watching me I start peeing, except it isn't pee - its a wet dream and I wake up. Whats up with that?
Ronzique
This is for all the ladies. When you have moments when you have to pee and move your bowels at the same time (the so-called duo urge), is your urge to urinate stronger than your urge to BM, or is your urge to BM stronger than your urge to pee, or are both urges equally strong?Brandon
one time over the summer I was coming home from the pool and I had to go to the bathroom! There was this picnic area a little ways from the pool so I had the idea to go there so as I got close to getting there I was looking around to see if anyone was around then I went down to the picnic area!! one last time I took a look around to see if anyone was watching then I dropped my pants because I had to poop and moved up against the wooden wall that blocked the view of the road and the houses! then began to poop after that I peed about thirty seconds! then I pulled up my swim trunks and went home!Hot Chick Heidi
Last night I actually had an accident in my bed for the first time since I was little. Ever since the accident at the bus station on Friday I havent been feeling too great, and having a heavy period doesnt help things. Last night I felt like I needed to poop so I sat down on the toilet for about 30 minutes and nothing came out, so I just turned in around 9 and went straight to sleep. I was a little worried about still having to use the bathroom, but I knew I could get up and go like I had hundreds of times before. That night I had a dream that I was rushing through a crowd to go to the restroom and I made it to a toilet and took care of my business. But it wasnt all a dream. I woke up around 3 am to a huge mess and terrible smell. I had filled my panties up with a lump of poop, and some of it had leaked out onto my nighty and onto my bedsheet. The poop had also moved my pad out of position, so I had dribbled some blood on the sheets and my panties as well. I was so embarrased! I couldnt believe what I had done to myself. I had rolled around a few times during the night, and I felt the poop pressed up in my butt crack, and even some in the crotch and the front of my panties. I went to the restroom and wiped the lumps out of my panties, and gave my bottom a few wipes with a wet nap and then with some regular toilet paper. Some of the poop had dried up on my cheeks and the only way I got it off was with the wet naps. I changed my poop-filled pad and panties, threw all of my dirty clothes in the washer along with my diry bedsheet. I wanted everything to be clean before anyone else in the house woke up and questioned me about what happened. I went back to sleep, but it definately wasnt a sound one. I had to wake up to take the clothes out of the washer and again to get them out of the dryer. When I woke up this morning everything was clean and there was no evidence of what I had done to myself the previous night. I was so lucky.super sophie just curious what kind of bottle did you give your friend tania to pee into in your sisters car? was it a female urinal or what and how did you two pee into it?
Keith D
To Penny: Cool story about pooping in the potty. Kind of magnifies the size. There must be so many weird places to do it.
I've always been impressed by people on this site who manage to poop while driving a car. It must take some serious concentration to lift your butt up off the seat enough while not hitting the pedals too much. It would probably be safer to pull over somewhere and just sit discretely in the drivers seat and poop out onto a towel or plastic sheet or something.