Romantic Dump
BBQ POO
Hi all,
Firstly welcome back Natasha! I used to love reading your stories they game me quite the thrill to read so glad your back with plenty of stories.
Now as you are all aware I enjoy sitting down to have a desperately needed dump, as much as the next girl. However, when you need to do it in somewhere unfamiliar or intimate it can be more of a challenge.
This Friday one of my girls was throwing on a BBQ at her house, the spread was very good, ribs, burgers, hot dogs, pulled pork, beer and cider on tap. I had more than my fair share. Over the course of the afternoon it was starting to take it's toll as I begun to feel quite full in my bottom.
I started to get some very ripe gas and cut a few farts, the benefit of being outside was the fact they left quite quickly. All the alcohol was causing me to need a pee really bad as well and it became apparent quite quickly I was going to need to occupy my friends bathroom for a little while.
The only thing was I didn't want it to be obvious I had gone off for a big dump or for people to know it was me that destroyed the place.
My farts were confirming I was going to stink the place out.
I didn't have much option my needs were growing more and more by the minute, I picked my timing and was about to swallow my pride and head inside when another guest who I didn't know went. Whilst waiting for her outside my arse started to ache from holding back these turds. I whispered to my BF "Im dying for a shit" this caused him to cough whilst drinking. I told him I couldn't wait to put on a show for him. But it would be a great help if he want to go in after to take in the aroma. Naturally he agreed but this also stopped anyone else going in and knowing I stunk the place out.
With that said and the other guest returning I went to take a much needed shit. My bladder was about to release herself and my bum was starting to turtle head. Once back inside I ran to the toilet lifting up my black maxi dress in the process. I hurried into the toilet and shut the door, this was going to be a big smelly one, my stomach was really starting to hurt.
After lifting my dress I pulled down my thong to rest on my black sandals and rest my round behind on the seat. As soon as I sat I relaxed and a loud fart forced its way out causing an instant stink. It was now I realised I hadn't been for a dump in a while. PLOP! as the first heavy turd made a huge splash into the toilet, but this was just the start. I thought I was just in need of dropping off a big log or 2 but it became a big pooping session.
I didn't need this as it meant I was going to be sat their a while and make it more obvious I had gone for a poo. My pee started to hiss out of me and I dropped another heavy log PLOP! I figured I would stop here and do the rest at home. I clenched my butt shut, however, my body had gone into full pooping mode. I couldn't move as PLOP and PLOP followed. The house could have caught on fire but I would have stayed my body needed to relieve itself in a bad way.
The smell was getting rather raunchy, I gave up worrying about the time it was taking as I enjoying the sensations. So much so I couldn't resist celebrating the fact of what I was up to ;)
I had to use a lot of paper on the clean up and even after flushing there were shit streaks left for my BF to come and see.
I left the bathroom with him waiting just outside the door cheeky shit. I made my way back out to the garden, and told him to enjoy himself too ;)
Looking forward to more great stories from you all xHi all! I started to post on here but then went back to being a lurker as I just love all the stories you people have! Then I saw Catherine's comment and shout out and I decided that it was time for me to come back and bring some stories with me!
I have recently had a momentous toilet occasion. I went away with friends and as I struggle to go to the toilet in a new place I didn't go for a dump in about 4 days! It was quite odd as I didn't even get an urge! Anyway we want to the zoo once we were home and I suddenly started to sweat and get the heavy feeling. We got back home and my blimp arrived! It was HUGE. It took me a while to get out and I thought that it might clog! But luckily my house has old wide pipes. I think it was because I had eaten so much chicken while I was away (I love chicken and chicken skin) I am a girl that loves her food that's for sure! So those damn birds got their revenge... But I won anyway ;)
Anyway it's great to be back, and I just want to give a shout out to Catherine, always look forward to your stories! We are like peas in a pod! Big blimping, happy pooping women! And also to Romantic Dump. What stories you have! A question for you, Out of interest what meat gives you the biggest dumps?
Anyway. Everyone stay cool and happy dumping :) I will return with stories and questions very soon.
Love
British Dumper x
Abbie
Latest story
Hi everyone, I have a story from the other day when my friend Lucy was staying at my house, I'll just make a comment first!
Natasha- Its great to hear from you again, thanks for remembering me! In answer to your questions I will be starting my third year of uni soon, unfortunately I don't seem to be doing as well as you are constipation wise! I still get periods when it gets quite bad like these last few weeks, at the moment I only seem to need a poo every 3 or 4 days and keep having massive fat logs which are a real struggle to push out. I'm convinced it goes back to when I started secondary school, that was when I started holding in my poo because the loos were pretty disgusting and it was just hard to find the time to go. By the time I went to a different school after Year 11 I think it was already too late for me, even though the loos were really nice there and when I wanted a poo at school I was able to use the toilet before lessons started or at lunchtime. Like I think we agreed in some of our earlier posts, if you hold in your poo it ends up being a vicious cycle, as it then takes you longer to have a poo so you put off going even more which just makes things even worse. I always remember being jealous of girls at my school who were able to go for a poo in morning break, quite often I wanted a poo by then as well but just knew I didn't have enough time to go, which was really frustrating, especially if I was on the loo anyway for a wee! It was great to hear that your able to have a poo pretty much every day at the moment, I really hope that continues and it was great to hear about your housemates, like you said its probably just as well that you usually want a poo in the afternoon, as three of you trying to go in the morning would be a bit of a nightmare! I look forward to your next post, it would be great to hear from you soon.
Anyway, back to my story, after tea Lucy and I watched telly for a bit and went up to my bedroom at about 10, I was starting to get desperate to have a wee as I'd had quite a bit to drink. It was really hot up in my room, as I opened the window Lucy said, "Right, lets get ready for bed!" With that she took off her tee-shirt and then unzipped her shorts, she pulled them down and stepped out of them. She was wearing a really tight pair of pink and blue stripey pants which were showing off the top of her bum, she said "Sorry about these knickers, I know there really grim, all my decent ones are in the wash!" By now I had taken off my top and was pulling my shorts down too, I said, "Don't worry, I've got the same problem!" as I was wearing some plain white pants which were too small for me as well!! Lucy was about to take off her bra when she said, "Lets just stay in our bras and knickers, its too hot to wear a nightie!" and I said "Yeah, you're right!" and sat on my bed. Suddenly Lucy held herself and said "I'm really bursting for a wee, I'm gonna have to get on the loo straight away!" so she went into my ensuite, dropped her pants and sat on the toilet, I heard a loud stream starting up and Lucy moaning with relief. As her stream died away she did a loud fart and then I heard her taking some toilet paper and wiping. She came back in shortly after and I said, "Right, my turn, I need a wee too!" I went into my ensuite, pulled down my pants and sat on the warm seat, almost immediately a strong stream started to flow and I couldn't help moaning too, I was so relieved! When I'd finished I farted loudly too, and then I wiped my front and pulled up my pants, then flushed the loo and went back into the bedroom. We chatted for a bit, then cleaned our teeth and decided to go to sleep, Lucy said "I'm gonna take my bra off and just sleep in my knickers," and I said, "Yeah, me too!" so we both took our bras off and got into bed. We kept chatting for ages and so didn't wake up until about 10 the next morning. When I woke up I was desperate for a wee so I went straight into my ensuite, I pulled my pants down and started to have a long gushing wee, it went on for ages as I had been really bursting!! As my stream dribbled to a stop I wiped my front and pulled up my pants. Lucy was just waking up as I went back into my room, I said, "Do you want me to bring some toast up?" and she yawned and said, "Yeah, thanks, I'm starving!"
I put a tee-shirt on and went downstairs, when I came back a few minutes later with two plates of toast Lucy was on the loo, her pants at her knees, and she was having a long wee as well by the sound of it! It was really hot in my room so I took off my tee-shirt and sat on my bed, as I started to eat my toast I heard the loo flushing and shortly after Lucy came back into the bedroom and sat on her bed too. Once we'd had our breakfast I said "I'm just going to stay in my pants, its too hot to get dressed!" and Lucy said "Good idea, I'm just going to change these knickers though, I weed in them a bit I was so desperate!" She took off her pants, replacing them with a white pair she found in her bag, and then sat back on the bed.
"I guess I should put clean pants on too," I said, standing up and walking over to my underwear drawer. I pulled it open and made a face. "Well, I would if I had any clean ones left!" I said. I got my dirty clothes hamper out of the bathroom and tipped it out onto the floor, I pulled out all my dirty pants and made a pile of them and then fished out a few pairs which were under my bed, I have this really annoying habit of kicking dirty socks and pants under my bed and then forgetting about them for ages! I said to Lucy, "I'm just going to put these pants in the wash," and went downstairs, I didn't bother to put a tee-shirt on as no-one else was in and all the curtains were closed. I put my pants in the washing machine and set it going, as I went out of the kitchen to go upstairs I suddenly got a heavy feeling in my belly and realised I was starting to need a poo. When I got back upstairs Lucy was on the loo again and this time she was a bit red in the face, she said, "Sorry, I'm having a poo now, after I'd eaten breakfast it started to get urgent!" She pushed again and farted, and made a loud grunt.
"Its a few days since I last had a poo, I think I'm a bit constipated," she admitted, she took a deep breath and did another hard push. I sat on the floor in my ensuite and realised I was actually starting to want a poo pretty urgently, like Lucy it was a few days since my last poo so I was likely to struggle a bit once I got on the toilet. As Lucy kept on pushing I was having to clench my bum to stop the tip of a log from poking out into my pants.
"How long are you going to be, only I want a poo as well and its starting to get urgent too!" I said.
"Oh God, sorry, I'll try to hurry up," panted Lucy, she did a really long and hard push and reached round behind herself and pulled her bum cheeks apart.
"As usual it's a really fat log and it keeps getting sucked back up my bum," Lucy complained.
"Oh, I hate it when that happens, my last few poos have been like that so I know what you mean!" I said.
After another couple of massive pushes and equally loud grunts Lucy said "I think the fattest parts through now," by now I was squirming around and said "I can't hold on much longer, its gonna poke out of my bum soon!" and Lucy said, "Its probably just as well you couldn't change your knickers then! I won't be much longer, its sliding out a lot faster now!" She bore down again and I heard her log plopping down into the bowl. "I just need to do a bit more, I'll be really quick!" said Lucy and shortly after she made a couple more plops. I was sitting on my foot to try to keep my poo in and I knew that when I got up the log would poke out. Lucy stood up and said "I'll wipe my bum standing up so you can get on the loo straight away," and I stood up, as I predicted by the time I'd walked over to the loo and got my pants down my log had poked out and there was a poo stain in my pants. Lucy looked over and saw my dirty pants, she said "I've held you up and now you've got your knickers dirty, I'm really sorry!"
"Don't worry," I replied, relaxing my bum muscles and feeling the log easing out. "Like you said, at least I hadn't changed them!"
"For some reason I always end up with skidmarks when I'm wearing white knickers!" Lucy said.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," I panted as I pushed, "I always seem to be wearing white ones when I've got a log poking out!"
The log was now a few inches out and was really stretching my bum, I was having to push hard to stop it from being sucked back up and I couldn't help making some grunts as I strained.
"Sorry, I'm having a hard one too, I haven't been for a poo for some time either," I said in between pushes, "And I'm really fed up of having huge fat logs as well, this ones really stretching my bum!"
I took another deep breath and bore down hard, I could feel the log coming out really slowly, it was really dry and hard which wasn't helping either. Luckily after another few pushes I could feel the widest part was out, and the log was speeding up, also it wasn't as hard any more which was making it easier. After another minute or so of straining I felt the log drop and splash into the bowl. I felt another log starting to poke straight after, although this one was softer and not as wide so it came out a lot more easily than the first one. After I'd passed that log I said, "Right, I think I've finished now." I took some toilet paper and wiped my bottom and then pulled my pants back up before flushing the loo and washing my hands. We went back into my bedroom and later (when they had been washed and dried) I was finally able to change my pants and get dressed! Hope you enjoyed this story, will post again soon, bye for now!
Jemma
Big crackly poo at train station loos.
Hey
So yesterday (fri 26th) my hubby and our mates
Charlie and Sophie got a train up north for the day,
& on the train i needed a poo.
The urge soon got desperate so i said i'd pop to the loos once we arrived at the destination.
As we queued up to get off the train, hubs put his hand on my butt cheek and gave it a little massage, i was so desperate he felt me clench, then gave me a harder slap followed by 6 lighter ones.
And kissed my forehead. Off we got and i headed to the loos,
Sophie joined me.
We were in a queue, but we only waited a few minutes, then in i went to the cubicle and locked the door.
Pulled my jeans down and knickers to discover i had also started my period.
I sat down and immediately my plops crackled out. It was like one big long wet warm loose log escaping that broke off, 13 plops initially then as i was about to tear some loo roll off to wipe a further 8 loose crackly plops fell. I wiped 8 times and popped a maxi pad in, flushed and sprayed, washed hands left a horrific smell, and we headed back to the guys.
My next poo was in a bar, after some lunch.
Well that's it for today,
Love Jem xxStacie
Road trip
So this is wierd but here goes. My name is Stacie and I'm 17 in high school. Last week my family drove to Disney World and back. We live like 10 hours away or something but my parents refuse to pay to fly so we are stuck in the minivan forever with my younger brother and sister. On our way home I had to pee and kept holding it until we would stop somewhere but dad kept driving. The younger ones were asleep in the middle row and I was alone in the back with my tablet. It was dark and late and I guess they just wanted to get home.
Before long I really had to go though. Finally i gave up and asked dad if he would please stop. He finally agreed after mom made him even though we were only about an hour from home. I had my legs crossed, bouncing my foot, a hand stuffed in my crotch and all to try to keep it in but i was really desperate. Finally dad said there was a rest area soon. I said "ok" but inside I was like "YES!" haha. As we got closer I was seriously about to wet myself, trying my hardest to keep it inside.
We finally pulled off the interstate and into the rest stop parking area. I couldn't hold still and was about to lose it. As we drove around to the parking spots I suddenly felt a squirt of pee escape. I went cold still but only a little had come out, I couldn't feel it on the outside of my shorts with my fingers or anything. I squeezed harder and we parked. Dad hit the button to open the side sliding door and i unbuckled and moved to get out while waiting for it, but i had to kind of squat funny by the middle row to wait and before it opened all the way I felt another squirt of pee escape. I felt my crotch get warm and a dribble run down my left thigh before i regained control. I jumped out of the van and grabbed my crotch - i could feel wetness on my fingers now - and speed walked to the bathrooms. I made it into a stall without leaking any further, ripped down my shorts and panties, and had the longest most satisfying piss of my life. I tried to dry off my panties and shorts with toiletpaper but it didn't really help much. The crotch of my grey panties was dark from front to back and the crotch of my kahki shorts had a wet spot the size of a baseball, but when i pulled them up i didn't think it was visible from front of back. I walked back to the van trying to act normal, climbed in careful to hide my crotch from view of the front, and sat down like nothing had happened. i was super embarassed that me, the 17 year old, had peed her pants and not one of my littler siblings! I had to ride the rest of the hour home with cold clammy crotch and then try not to let anyone see the wetness after we got home. nobody said anything so i think i got away with it!poopinggeek
Walmart Dump with a friend
I was at Walmart walking around when I had the urge to poop. I made my way to the toilets. There were 5 stalls all empty so I took the 3rd one and sat down,I felt some poop coming and I let out a windy fart. I pushed and felt a long log pushing it's way out,then a girl who looked around 18 with blonde hair took the stall besides me and started pushing. Another girl with red hair took the other remaining stall beside me and was farting. I heard a loud plop from the blonde girl and she left. I squeezed out another big log that landed with a splash,the girl next to me did a few loud plops and then wiped and left. I still needed to do some more poop when my friend Kylee recognized my shoes and took the stall next to me,she asked if I needed to poop too I said yes. I pushed and did a huge log,along with Kylee who pushed out a big pile. I looked in my toilet and saw 8 9" logs,Kylee grunted and let out a massive 15" log. We both did one more big push,I did a good 6" turd and Kylee took the biggest dump I've ever seen a 18" coiled log. We both wiped and clogged the toilets. I'll have more stories soon. ThanksAnna
I was at the mall today shopping with my friend Danielle. All morning I kinda felt full and like I should visit the bathroom for a number two, but we were so busy I ignored the feeling. Then we had lunch at the foodcourt and after that my need to go got much more urgent, I really needed a poo. I told Danielle that I was going to the bathroom and left her at our table. When I walked over there it was super busy and all the stalls were taken, even though there are six on each side. Good thing there was only a lineup of two, an older Indian lady and a brunette woman with redish, curly hair and glasses who looked like she was maybe in her late thirties or so. I guess that quite a few women in the stalls were pooping since it took a while for one of them to open. The older lady went in and then the brunette and I had to wait for maybe another half a minute when two stalls at the end opened up right at the same time. I took the end stall and the other woman the one right next to me. I locked the door and pulled off some paper to wipe the seat, it didn't look all super clean to me. Then I pulled my black thong down and bunched up my pink pleated skirt and sat on the toilet. Meanwhile my neighbour had sat down as well and I could hear her toilet seat creaking as she was shifting around a bit and then she started to pee with a very audible, hissing stream. I had my pee as well and while it was coming out I farted but it was quiet and I don't think anybody noticed. Then my neighbour farted and it was pretty loud and I figured that she probably needed to poop, too. When I was done with my pee I pushed my thong all the way down to my ankles, leaned forward and started to push my poo out. I also had a quick peak under the stall and noticed that the brunette was wearing a light grey thong under her black slacks and that there was a small brown stain on it where it would have brushed up against her bumhole. Anyway it wasn't very long until I could hear some plops from her stall as she was taking care of her number two. She also had a couple more farts slip out, but they were pretty quiet. In the meantime, my first poo had dropped off into the bowl and then over the next couple of minutes I released two more medium sized turds. My neighbour kept pooping all the while, letting out one piece after another. There wasn't much of a smell coming from between my legs, but the brunette woman was kinda stinking up our part of the bathroom a bit. After three poops I felt empty and pulled off some paper to wipe my front and back. I only needed a few sheets until everything seemed clean and then I pulled up my thong, flushed, left the stall and washed my hands. When I left my neighbour was just flushing her toilet, so she was done as well, I guess. When I got back to our table we chatted for a few minutes and then Danielle told me that she needed to take a dump. I teased her a bit about not coming with me before, but it was no big deal, I just had to wait for a few more minutes. I guess we both felt pretty relieved after that, cause we stayed at the mall for three more hours!
To Natasha: I think I remember seeing your posts here back in the day. That's so awesome that you have returned! Loved your story!
To Karen: Wow, that's some crazy stuff that happened to you girls in Vegas. It makes a great story, but I felt bad for everybody. Especially your poor friend Saffron! Having diarreah sucks but but being sick to your stomach is the worst feeling in the world! I wonder how she felt about all you other guys seeing her so sick...
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Karen it sounds like you had some rough times hopefully they didnt last to long and you felt better fast.
To: Natasha it sounds like you both had great poops.
Well thats all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Krista E.
School Choir Accident
In my first post I wrote about an accident I had my freshman year of college when the park I was working out at had closed bathrooms. My second post was about an accident I had in 7th grade when I was stuck in a 2-hour detention and the teacher wouldn't let me go to the girls' room. This time I'll write about an accident I had earlier in the year in 7th grade. This one was really lucky because not only didn't my classmates find out what I did but not even my mom found out. Until now, my older sister was the only one who even knew about this particular accident.
Back then I was in the school choir and at my school, choir was a really big deal. We not only put on performances at our school for parents and friends, but oftentimes we went to other schools to perform. On this particular day we were performing at a high school about ½ an hour from our school. But while it was only a ½ hour geographically, the facilities there were worlds away from what it was like at my school. I had never given much thought to what we had at my school, but after this trip I began to appreciate how nice my school really was. To put it mildly, this school was really old and rundown and while not actually dirty, the facilities seemed very much in disrepair.
Of course, we're always encouraged to use the bathroom right before a performance. On this day, this was particular important for me since I foolishly didn't go (even though I did have to pee) before getting on the bus to go there and by now I had to pee pretty urgently. And at this point, I was also starting to feel a rumbling in my stomach indicating the need for a #2 as well. Of course, I headed for the girls' room when we got there. Let's just say that the girls' room there wasn't quite what any of us were expecting. Like the rest of the school, I can't really say that the bathroom was dirty but it was much rundown looking. I'm not really sure if the stall doors had originally been there and had just been ripped off their hinges or if they'd simply never been there. But either way, we were all just totally stunned not to see stall doors there and to see that the toilets were all completely visible to anyone else in the bathroom. I mean, yes, it was all girls in there, of course, and we all got dressed and undressed in the locker room together, but using the toilet was something else. It was hard to fathom using the toilet without at least the privacy of a stall door. I'd never had any real problems using the bathrooms at school before, but I guess that's easy when you have bathrooms as nice as the ones I'd always had at school. Not having stall doors, however, was going to be a problem for me -- especially when it came to #2.
I had to pee pretty badly by now, so not going here was simply not an option. I just had to sit down and do what I needed to do in one of those open stalls. But I decided that since I really didn't have to poop that bad, I could wait on that one. I know it seems silly but I think most girls that age are a lot more self-conscious about pooping than they are about peeing. Don't get me wrong, it is indeed unnerving peeing without the privacy of a stall door. But the idea of having to poop like that just seemed downright humiliating. Suffice to say, I decided to just hold it in instead.
But, of course, as you might expect, my need to go didn't just go away. In fact, of course, my need to go only got worse. But I just continued holding it in. Throughout most of our performance that afternoon, it really wasn't that bad. I mean, I definitely had to go but it wasn't really urgent and it really wasn't a big deal holding it in. As the concert was ending and we were getting ready to leave, however, it did start to become more urgent and holding it in started to get uncomfortable. Still, it wasn't quite an emergency and heading to the girls' room and doing it in a doorless stall was never a serious consideration. I mean, I did think about it -- the urgency was enough that it really makes you want to go and get relief -- but it wasn't enough to overcome the conditions in the girls' room. I might be uncomfortable, but I never really had any doubt that I'd be able to hold it in long enough. I mean, it wasn't like I had to hold it in until I got all the way home. I just had to hold it long enough to do it in the girls' locker room bathroom or the hallway girls' room back at my school.
Well, obviously this wouldn't be an accident story if I had made it to the toilet in time. Perhaps 10 minutes into the bus ride home it quickly went from urgent but controllable to a soft sticky mess in the seat of my panties. As I've written, I've had more than my fair share of accidents. But I can't remember any that happened quite as fast as this one. I mean, I had been holding it in quite a while at the time but it really wasn't feeling all that urgent. Then all of a sudden I was hit with this really intense stomach cramp and suddenly I felt the load try to push itself out. Of course, I tried to clench my butt to hold it, but suddenly I just couldn't. My control just totally failed and suddenly my panties were completely full with a big load of soft, sticky poop.
Miraculously, no one on the bus found out what I'd done. Maybe mine really doesn't stink. The mess wasn't diarrhea -- that much was clear -- but it wasn't well-formed, either. It felt more like a semi-solid mess in my panties. I was worried about leak-through, but fortunately we wore black pants for our performances so that helped. I made sure I was the last to get off the bus just in case. I didn't look forward to facing my mom like this, but I figured I'd really dodged a bullet in getting off the bus without my friends finding out. That was always my worst fear with any accident I had.
But instead of my mom coming to pick me up as I'd expected, it was my older sister. At first, I didn't like that at all. She was a junior in college while I was only in 7th grade. We were never very close in those day, probably because of the huge age difference between us. I figured that now, in addition to getting yelled at and punished by my mom, I was going to get yelled at and teased by my sister. Once again, I was concerned about leak-through and I didn't want to mess on her car seat, so I had to tell her what happened. Surprisingly, she was quite sympathetic -- especially when I told her that the girls' room stalls at the other school didn't have privacy doors on them. She got a towel for me to sit on and told me not to worry about it. The only thing she told me was to try and be more careful because I really was getting too old to be having as many accidents as I did. But she said it to me in a nice way -- like she was trying to help me rather than criticize me or shame me. She also said that she understood why I didn't want to use a toilet in a stall without a door on it, but sometimes you just have no choice but to use it. "It has to be better than doing in your pants, isn't it?" she asked. I told her she was right but unfortunately it was a lesson I had to learn the hard way.
Not only didn't she tease me about it, she did the complete opposite. Not only did she not tell mom what I'd done, she actually distracted mom so I could get upstairs to the bathroom with her finding out. She then came upstairs to help me. She convinced me to just wipe the worst of it off and then just step into the shower to clean up completely. While I was doing that, she went and got me a change of clothes and a plastic bad to put my soiled panties in. She just took them and hid them in her car and apparently just throw them in the dumpster at work the next day. I have to say that cleaning up an accident my sister's way was a lot better than cleaning up an accident my mother's way. Not to mention not getting yelled at and grounded. In fact, at the time, I'd just gotten off being grounded for an accident I had coming home from the mall. Another accident so soon after that one and I'd have been in trouble indeed. But thanks to my sister, I was able to avoid all that.Victoria B.
Surveys
Sorry for my disappearance! I was winding up my summer job and adjusting to school again. Now I'm back with some survey answers for all of you! I'll start with Jenny (Skidmarked in the 206)'s.
Does it make a difference whether you are peeing or pooping when you bring your panties to your ankles, knees, or thighs? For me, yes it does. I take my panties (boyshorts, thong, bikini or whatever else) to my thighs or knees for a pee and always further down for a number two. It's a comfort thing; taking them to my calves or ankles allows me to move around more and also the distraction of gently snapping the waistband of my undies against my leg. I don't know how or why I started doing that, but it happened years ago and it's been something I've done since.
Does anyone notice any difficulties or varying outcomes of clean underwear when you wipe with your pants/underwear down to your ankles compared to your knees or thighs? No, not really. Wiping my front (I'm a Cottonelle girl too) is always easier because I can see what's going on and if my butt needs wiping it means that my panties are already at calf-level at the very least.
When you pull your panties down, do they match the quality of your outerwear in cleanliness and quality? Shopping for new undies is one of my favorite things to do and I always pay close attention to what I wear underneath everything else. Love your stories, by the way!
Now, the survey that was [sadly] meant for me: Steve's survey about clogging the toilet.
1. Have you ever clogged at a toilet before? Where did it happen? Boy, have I. At my house, in public, at friends' houses. You name it, I've clogged it.
2. Why did it clog? Too much TP, size of your load, or weak flush? All three of them have happened.
3. Did you feel embarrassed when you clogged it? I used to really struggle with this. I felt weird and ashamed of my body, like there was something wrong with me and my internal plumbing. I'm much better about it today.
4. Does your house toilet have a stong, average, or weak flush? I'd say it's about average. My custom pink plunger (a birthday gift from a friend whose toilet I clogged more than once) always stands at the ready. I'm not kidding when I say that the toilet(s) is one of the most important things about a place to me. Or that I go online to pick out dream toilets.
5. What methods do you use to prevent toilet clogging? Multiple flushes really help. I'll do one or two flushes for my load itself and then a separate one for the paperwork. I've gotten much better with clogging and I've gone this entire summer without doing it even once (knock on wood.)
6. Do you have a story about toilet clogging with yourself or other people? Yep, there are several on here already.
That's about it for now. Good to see everyone again!
Love, VictoriaRomantic Dump
BBQ POO
Hi all,
Firstly welcome back Natasha! I used to love reading your stories they game me quite the thrill to read so glad your back with plenty of stories.
Now as you are all aware I enjoy sitting down to have a desperately needed dump, as much as the next girl. However, when you need to do it in somewhere unfamiliar or intimate it can be more of a challenge.
This Friday one of my girls was throwing on a BBQ at her house, the spread was very good, ribs, burgers, hot dogs, pulled pork, beer and cider on tap. I had more than my fair share. Over the course of the afternoon it was starting to take it's toll as I begun to feel quite full in my bottom.
I started to get some very ripe gas and cut a few farts, the benefit of being outside was the fact they left quite quickly. All the alcohol was causing me to need a pee really bad as well and it became apparent quite quickly I was going to need to occupy my friends bathroom for a little while.
The only thing was I didn't want it to be obvious I had gone off for a big dump or for people to know it was me that destroyed the place.
My farts were confirming I was going to stink the place out.
I didn't have much option my needs were growing more and more by the minute, I picked my timing and was about to swallow my pride and head inside when another guest who I didn't know went. Whilst waiting for her outside my arse started to ache from holding back these turds. I whispered to my BF "Im dying for a shit" this caused him to cough whilst drinking. I told him I couldn't wait to put on a show for him. But it would be a great help if he want to go in after to take in the aroma. Naturally he agreed but this also stopped anyone else going in and knowing I stunk the place out.
With that said and the other guest returning I went to take a much needed shit. My bladder was about to release herself and my bum was starting to turtle head. Once back inside I ran to the toilet lifting up my black maxi dress in the process. I hurried into the toilet and shut the door, this was going to be a big smelly one, my stomach was really starting to hurt.
After lifting my dress I pulled down my thong to rest on my black sandals and rest my round behind on the seat. As soon as I sat I relaxed and a loud fart forced its way out causing an instant stink. It was now I realised I hadn't been for a dump in a while. PLOP! as the first heavy turd made a huge splash into the toilet, but this was just the start. I thought I was just in need of dropping off a big log or 2 but it became a big pooping session.
I didn't need this as it meant I was going to be sat their a while and make it more obvious I had gone for a poo. My pee started to hiss out of me and I dropped another heavy log PLOP! I figured I would stop here and do the rest at home. I clenched my butt shut, however, my body had gone into full pooping mode. I couldn't move as PLOP and PLOP followed. The house could have caught on fire but I would have stayed my body needed to relieve itself in a bad way.
The smell was getting rather raunchy, I gave up worrying about the time it was taking as I enjoying the sensations. So much so I couldn't resist celebrating the fact of what I was up to ;)
I had to use a lot of paper on the clean up and even after flushing there were shit streaks left for my BF to come and see.
I left the bathroom with him waiting just outside the door cheeky shit. I made my way back out to the garden, and told him to enjoy himself too ;)
Looking forward to more great stories from you all x
Sunday, August 28, 2016
B.
I had an embarrassing close call at work yesterday which lead me to this site. Reading all your stories is helping me get over it so I've decided to share. I'm going to call myself B. (my first initial) I'm 26 and work in a large office. I'd felt the need for a pee pretty much since arriving at work yesterday morning but had been busy and hadn't had time to run to the bathroom. Just before midday I remembered we had a meeting coming up so I thought I'd better go for a pee break before that as I knew it would last at least an hour. I started to make my way to the bathroom when my boss stopped me and asked if I could help set up for the meeting. I didn't want to say no so followed him to the conference room. I was hoping I'd have time to set up and then quickly run out for a quick pee before everyone else arrived. My need was getting a bit more urgent by this time. Unfortunately the set up took longer than I expected and everyone had sat down by the time we had everything set up so my boss started the meeting. I sat down and silently cursed the large coffee I'd drank that morning. I prayed for a short meeting or a break so I could take my pee. No such luck! Around 20 minutes in I was desperate and crossing my legs under the table. Another 10 minutes passed and I was beginning to worry. My boss doesn't like it when people leave meetings to go to the bathroom so we all know better than to do it so I really didn't feel like I could leave. During the meeting we had to get into pairs with the person next to us and discuss marketing pitch ideas and then feed back to the room. I was struggling to focus. I was bouncing about on my chair and my partner was giving me an odd look and asked if I was ok. I confessed to her that I was absolutely desperate for a a bathroom break and wasn't sure how long I could hold on. She sympathised and told me that the day before she'd been in a similar situation whilst on a conference call. In the end she said she had to lie and say she had another meeting so she could get off the call. She said she was on the verge of wetting her pants. I told her I thought I was on the verge of wetting my pants right at that second. Just get up and go, she told me but I really didn't want to. I continued crossing my legs and by now was squeezing my thighs together with all the force I could muster and whenever I thought no one was looking I gave my crotch a quick squeeze with my hand. Somehow I managed to make it to the end. When the meeting was called to an end a few people stayed to help clear up. I apologised that I couldn't. Fortunately I am friendly with the few that stayed back so I admitted my desperation and they told me to go. Another woman in my office who is 7 months pregnant said, 'thank god for that this baby is pushing against my bladder and I'm about to burst'. We both ran for the bathroom. I thought I could cry when we arrived as all 3 stalls were in use. We both stood in line, both bouncing up and down. When the first stall opened up, despite my desperation I let her go first, she had to go just as bad and was pregnant. I was now alone waiting for a toilet so I grabbed my crotch and squeezed for dear life. At this point two other ladies entered. One of them I knew and one I'd seen around but didn't know her. I felt my face flush red from the embarrassment of holding myself like a child but I knew this was the only way to stop the flood gates opening so I had to do it. I apologised for my state. They both sympathised and said they knew the feeling and told me not to worry and the lady I didn't know told me she was pretty desperate too. Eventually a stall opened and I dashed in and ripped down my jeans. Not a minute too soon as I felt a warm spurt of pee escape. I quickly slammed my self on the toilet to stop myself having an accident on the floor and the pee began to gush out of me and I could feel the instant relief. After about 20 seconds I realised something felt odd so I looked down and to my horror realised that in my urgent hurry I hadn't pulled down underwear and they were now soaked. It was too late so I carried on peeing realising that I'd have to take off my jeans and toss the underwear. It could have been worse, at least I didn't soak my jeans! Going around without underwear for the rest of the day felt a bit odd.
I hope you like my story, it feels good to share. Unfortunately this isn't the only close call I've had and I've even had a couple of wetting accidents as an adult (fortunately not in public) and a few as a child (unfortunately all in public) If you'd like to hear about them let me know. I could curse my bladder control sometimes. I really need to learn to go for a pee when the urge hits.Jemma
Sunday loo diary....
Hey!,
Decided to do you todays' loo diary...
At home:-
10am - wee and poo - 8 light brown plops.
1105 - wee
At a mates barbecue:-
1350 - wee
1525 - desperate poo in friends toilet... 9 light brown loose plops.
1605 - wee and desperate poo in friends toilet... 12 light brown loose plops.
1835 - wee
Leave at 8pm - i was desperate for a poo again but decided to give hubs a treat at home.
At home:-
2020 - desperate poo - 17 light brown loose plops.
Hubby wiped my butt and we looked at my huge creation.
2100 - wee
2230 - wee
2345 - last wee and last poo of the day - 8 plops.
That's all for today, love Jem xx