Jennifer G


Hi everybody and thanks to toilet car, Adrian, and Mr Clogs for liking my posts! I also enjoyed yours, but I personally could never poop in my car, though I'm glad you do. I only like pee, and also I don't mind when I fart while I'm peeing, but I don't like the idea of the mess of poop. I love pee though! I don't know what it is about the idea of releasing our bodily functions into our cars that gets us, but I'm glad I decided to give in to it! And by the way, so far I've only peed in my car, not any other weird place. I'm not sure if I will or not. If I do, I suppose the next logical place would be my couch. If I ever do I'll let you know.

I've still been thinking about letting someone else pee in my car, but so far I'm still not sure how I should go about doing it. It's a hard thing to ask or bring up to someone. I'm really open to the idea though. I'm actually starting to consider the idea of letting a stranger pee in my car first, so that way it's not as awkward or embarrassing as it would be with someone I know. Also it would give me some practice as to how to bring it up. It wouldn't be as uncomfortable since I'd probably never see that person again. I notice that Car Mom and others seem to be successful at thrift stores and malls and places like that. So I may start there. We'll see what happens. Any ideas would be appreciated.

I did pee in my car again, once on Saturday morning and once on Sunday morning. Both times in the back seat, once on each side. Nothing different about it, but I'm glad I got to do it again!

Bye for now!

I have a poop story that happened to me several months ago. I was in the hospital waiting for a colonascopy. I had done all the prep work the day before as well as that morning and had thought that i had gotten it all out. so i had my hospital gown on and was just laying in bed watching a little tv. The nurse said it would not be very long but unknown to me the doc was having some problems with the guy in front of me. so I had to wait longer than normal. So it was abou t then i started feeling a little pressure in my annus and after a short period knew i was about to have to get to a toilet fast or have a real mess. So I got the attention of a nurse who was passing by an told i really needed to use the rest room. She helped get up and pointed to the rest room accr0ss the room. She told me to hold mt gown closed as i walked as it was,of course, wide open in the rear. i knew that i could only hold it for a few more momments so I started walking quickly holding my gown closed as much as possible. When I got about half accross the room I knew I could move faster not holding my gown. I didnot care who saw my bottom I just had to get to the toilet fast. I made it to the door and closed it but as I was turning around I could hold it no longer and before I could reach the toilet my bowls let loose with a very very watery poop that when all over the floor and even on to part of my gown. It was auwful. I opened the door a little and stuck my head out getting the attention of the same nurse and told her that I had not made it. She gave me a wash clothe and told me to clean up at the sink by the toilet and she would give me a clean gown to put on. She said not to worry about the mess as it happened every so often and it was perfectly normal under the curcumstances..I got back in bed and was shorly wheeled off for the colonascopy which went really polups and I was good for another 5 years.

Victoria B.

Golden toilet?

So I read an article today about a new exhibit at the Guggenheim Museum in New York. Its location-a fourth-floor bathroom-seems unusual until you hear what it is: an eighteen-carat gold, fully-functioning toilet. The article, written by someone who made use of this particular piece of art, described the seat as "forgiving on the rear of the thigh" and furthermore mentioned that its "like a charm" flush was able to handle "solids." I can't help believing that he wasn't talking about paper.

Would you go for the gold (pun intended) if given the chance? I'd probably give it a try, but, in spite of my fondness for unusually-colored toilets, it wouldn't be something I'd want in my own house. It just seems too over-the-top, too gaudy. This is something that you'd be pooping into that we're talking about. Mine is just too humble of a butt for an eighteen-carat gold toilet. Now, a washlet on the other hand....



My bad pee break

When I was in 6th grade, we had this student teacher in U.S. history who was really nice. In order to get our grades up a bit before parent-teacher conferences the following week, she tried to take some of the anxiety off our test. We learned relaxation strategies and it was suggested by our teacher that we all use the bathroom immediately before our upcoming test. There was some talk of 4 or 5 kids leaving the test to use the bathroom being bad in terms of preventing cheating. The only problem was that the passing period just before our test was lost because of a fire drill (smoking in one of the bathrooms)so several of us girls asked our teacher if we could break as a class for 5 minutes. She said yes so there was about 13 or 14 of us who hurried down to the bathroom in our hallway. There were only 4 toilets so several of us had to wait. The privacy doors had been removed the year before because of smoking, vandalism, truancy and something else that I don't remember the word for. So 4 of my classmates raced to be the first in. With the exception of Dara, who was so slow and who insisted on laying toilet paper over the seat before she sat on it, the others finished fast and I don't think they all flushed and washed their hands, but the next group took over the thrones and did a nice job. That's with the exception of Dara who started later and stayed longer. I remember planning to be next on her toilet, when she got off, redistributed her weight, and then resat herself down, after she adjusted the seat papers. I was just appalled that I was going to be back later than my friends. So I had to wait even longer. When I finally got into a toilet, sat down and began my pee, the last of my friends had finished up at the sinks and were back in class. I didn't sit a second longer than necessary and hurried back to class without flushing or washing my hands. I opened the door to the classroom. All eyes were on me. Our teacher was now upset and said there was no way the test could be given in the time remaining. Of course the class liked that but I knew I was going to be blamed for the test having to be held over for the next day. The teacher sure changed, she kept me after class and scolded me and even 2 days later was referring to me as the reason for the problems and why our class was behind the rest of the 6th grade sections.


Pringles can convenience

Hey there. I've posted once before - I'm a (middle-aged, oh god...) male who is interested in watching women go in naughty places. I do it myself sometimes. Tonight was one of those nights.

Tonight, I went down to the convenience store to buy some chips. I picked up a can of Original Pringles, and I ended up finishing them all in one night. Later, I felt like taking a piss, but I didn't want to get up and go anywhere. Luckily, I still had the pringles can with me - so I went ahead and filled that up to the brim. I had to stop before it overflowed, but overall it was quite convenient!

Definitely not the naughtiest thing I've done (and not sustainable, as the Pringles can is made of cardboard, not plastic, like the other brands) but it was convenient and pretty nice. I wouldn't mind watching someone of the "sugar and spice" variety duplicating my feat - especially if it overflowed!


House Guest

I have 3 toilets in my in my house - 1 in the bedroom, I at a living room, and 1 in the kichen. Guests love to use the one in the kitchen because it's the most convenient to get to. The other 2 are upstairs. I happen to have a female guest over one morning when no one else is around. She's a work colleague. Her name's Jean.

Jean is ethnically Chinese, and very slim. She is what some would call gangly but I think she's got curves in the right places. And she knows how to dress to show off her subtle curves. She's also always constipated and at work, she often goes off for 20- 30 mins at a time. Our work requires us to go to different sites for different projects. I suppose that wrecks havoc on her system. The body sometimes just refuses to move its bowels when in an unfamiliar place.

On this day, however, the site was near to my house so after a morning project was done, we had breakfast and because the next site was a few hours more, I asked if she would like to crash at my place.

Jean was wearing a black dress that goes down to her mid thigh. She was also wearing thick framed nerd glasses. The look suits her. We always being our toothbrushes because of all the travelling and she has hers, so she went to the kitchen toilet to brush her teeth. I heard her rinse, pack her stuff into her toiletries bag. Then I heard the toilet lid lift. She seldom poops so this must be a big operation for her. I was at the kitchen washing the dishes and I heard the rustling of her dress. Then I heard the sound of the toilet seat creaking. Then she peed a long stream

Then silence. I could vaguely make out her shape in the frosted glass door. Her black dress was hiked up and I could make out a light coloured panties at her knees. Then I saw her bend forward suddenly. SHIT!(no pun intended) She spotted me! I stood still but she did not say anything. Then I realised she was bending forward, hands on her knees, pulling up on them to strain. She bent and relaxed, bend a relaxed about 3 times, then she sat upright and I saw her spread her knees, and go on tip toes, desperately trying to stimulate her bowels to move. I could clearly see her dressed bunched up at her hips, and her panties stretched across her knees. It was quite something to see this shy girl in all her vulnerable glory.

Haaàaaa...I heard her sigh. Deep breath. Then sigh. Deep breath. Sigh
It was like she was doing yoga. But her breathing seems to work. About 10 sighs later, I heard a tiny "plip". Then "plip plip". I can imagine the turd making its way out, but because it's so dry, it's falling apart as it emerges. Jean was almost frozen in her upright, knees apart posture she looks almost regal. But I can kind of make out a painful expression on her face as the turd makes its way out, stretching her in a way she's familiar but never quite used to.

Suddenly there was a flurry of activity. I heard a few more plips and then I saw her hands grab the underside of her knees tight. I believe the turd is at the widest point and she's bracing herself. True enough, she let out at involuntary yelp, a short a sharp, "AH!" and her hands starting grabbling to anything. Her dress, her panties, at one point, even encircled her neck. Then ultimately her hand was clasped together very tightly and I could hear her strain "ehhhhh..." and then "flomp!" follower by "aiiiiiii...." a long sigh.

She sat for a moment, recovering and breathing, then she pulled off some toilet paper, leaned to the side and wiped. She wiped 3 times, stood up, got dressed, and flushed.

I pretended to be cleaning up the kitchen as she emerged, looking quite teary and red. She was also walking funny. I asked if she was okay, and she said, "Yea, haven't gone in 3 days. The strong coffee helped so much. And I love your bathroom! So clean and comfortable. I should come here to use it more often!"

"Sure, I said, "Anytime!"

Anytime, indeed.

Mr. Clogs

Interesting find while shopping

Hi everyone, I had an interesting find to tell you while i was out shopping. I was at a discount chaun store in my area looking for vacuum cleaner bags. I was looking in the auto section, I noticed a discount odor coming from a certain direction. When I looked it was a glass mug it had some liquid in it with dead flies in it. I thought it was some auto fluid. Upon further look it was old urine! Yes somebody must of urinated in that mug and placed there. Looked like it had been there for a couple of days or more. I had a real foul odor since it been sitting out for a while. Not sure if a man woman peed in that mug but I'm guess it was a woman because of their scent and their urine has a distinct smell to it. Ladies would you agree? I guess she didn't know that restrooms are open to was or made it time. So they had to done was best. So today was an interesting day. Well I hope you enjoyed my discovery and have a great day.


No longer suffer from constipation

Hi all :) Hopefully you're all doing well and that your bowels and bladder s are behaving themselves. Mine are doing well. I am eating very healthy and drinking lots of water and eating plenty of fruits and vegetables and exercising enough so my bowels are behaving themselves. I go 1-2 times a day with no struggling. So I'm very happy about that.


Tree House Wake-Up

I believe my bowels have been activated by physical activity, sometimes nervousness and occasionally, surprises. As I've written about before, my life as a child was largely uneventful and since my family didn't have the necessary money to travel. That meant summers spent largely in my tree house with my best friend Danni and a few others when they visited. When the weather wasn't threatening, the two of us had permission to sleep in the tree house. I would take a large used can for something like fruit cocktail out of the garbage and we would pee into it and when it got close to full, and there was no wind, Danni would toss the contents about 2 feet to the right and over the wooden fence onto the neighbor's yard. Since we couldn't always see what was right next to the fence on other side, Danni sometimes joked that we had given a golden shower to a rabbit or squirrel. We could hear something rustling in the grass and it wasn't the old lady who had lived there for 50 or 60 years.

Well one morning Danni and I were woken up by sirens at about 2 a.m. There were many more than we had ever heard before and they were coming from multiple directions. We could hear them stop a few blocks away. Danni was still half asleep when she got up and she suggested we use our bikes to ride and see what was happening. I was 10 but I knew my parents were sound sleepers so I figured we could get away with leaving without permission. Because I was being so startled by the noise, in going down the rungs, I let off two farts and Danni seemed so amused by that she missed a rung and almost fell. We took off on our bikes, neither of which had a headlight, and chased the sirens which were still wailing and as the 2-way radios became louder, we knew we were going in the right direction. After about 4 blocks, and my hard pedaling, I could feel my morning crap emerging 4 to 5 hours early. By then we could see the lights of a large number of fire trucks, police cars, and two rescue squads. We could see a building was fully on fire and more smoke was starting to come in our direction.

I told Danni I needed to crap and fast. She suggested we ride about 2 blocks backward and over to the big city park. That reminded me that she and I had used that bathroom before and since there was no door on the building, it would likely be open. There was some pretty good lighting in the park and after we jumped a couple of curbs, we could see the toilet building. We were riding on the grass to save time and luckily we didn't hit any holes on the ground, bottles or cans. We rode right up to the door, put our kick stands down, and just then two ladies, who looked to be about college age and who had cigarettes hanging out of their mouths, exited talking about if they had enough money between them to buy some beer. There were 2 cubicles. Neither had a privacy door. I headed straight ahead into the first one. It was dimly lit. The toilet had an old black seat and overall it looked a little larger than normal. I asked Danni to be my privacy door because the fire was bringing more people down there. I dropped my underwear and black jeans shorts, took my seat and Danni quickly tuned to see what caused me to yell "Ouch" the second my butt connected with the seat. I immediately jumped up, forgetting that there was a 2-inch turd hanging. Part of it broke off and splatted onto the concrete floor. Danni, who was 2 years older than me, was alarmed because I was holding back crying and I pointed her to my left thigh and what was piercing me like a nail. She put her finger on the spot, making it hurt more, and then pulled something off. She told me to look at her finger and I did. I had sat in some hot cigarette ashes that were still smoking. We looked around the toilet and sure enough there were some cigarette butts nearby. She said my wound was not bleeding, but was about the size of a thumb. I told her to keep her finger off it because it was hurting more and it was still burning me.

It didn't help that I had some crap smeared on my thigh and the toilet seat. Of course there was no toilet paper. I walked, with her help, to the other cubicle. There were three logs protruding out of the water, which showed some erosion and again no toilet paper. I was getting more frustrated about the situation, but I seated myself and could smell real stench, while Danni ran next door, in search of toilet paper from the mens room. She came back with about 5 or 6 of the brown paper towels and said that was the best she could do. So as I asked her to tear each of them in like thirds, I finished my crap and asked her to start handing me the towels. It took about 7 or 8 eight to clean me. After doing my thigh, I took the seat and did the pretty routine work. Then I would drop the towel between my legs. Each of the brown towels seemed much coarser than the others. The last couple I had thrown into the bowl were knocking against my underside and I knew there was no way the flush would work. I stood and asked Danni to take another look at my thigh burn and she said it was getting redder. I told her it was hurting me more.

Last week Danni treated me to another happy hour at our favorite lounge. Both she and I had some fun recalling that mid-night sneak-out 20 years ago. When we've been swimming together, she's noticed that I have some serious bug-bite scars on my lower back and legs from back when. She asked specifically if the burn scarred me. I told her I assumed it did because trouble and insecurities in using bathrooms away from home seemed to follow me for many years.

Optional Person

Another amazing dump.

I yet again felt the need to empty myself. this time an eggy smelling fart gave the signal and I then noticed the feeling in my butt that poop was inside. Now it was time yesterdays dinner and the wendys I ate today to exit my body.

I got to the toilet, lifted up the seat, moved the trashcan and stood over the toilet but didn't bend my knees this time. I began to push as sloppy diarrhea turds quickly and uniformly plopped out of my butt and into the water below. I enjoyed seeing the turds splash into the water. seeing the water splash was fun. I took a break, felt more moving into position and pushed again more turds came out as a fart came out as well. after another break I pushed and slightly darker poo came out. the toilet bowl hole was completely hidden in light brown liquid from the poos breaking up when they hit the water. I could tell it was last nights dinner as some yellow pieces of corn covered in light brown poo were floating around on the top. I really like it when I can see what I ate last night in my poo. it is just kind of triggers that since of curiosity about how the body works. I was impressed with my load, and again satisfied with the fact that I had to work to make it happen. several pieces of messy toilet paper covered up the messy diarrhea, and then I added a little clear pee on top and flushed. enjoying seeing the dark liquid splash in the toilet bowl hole during the beginning of the flush. the smell was delightful. I feel empty now. 4 nice dumps in a row, after some normal logs for the last couple days is pretty good. hope you all enjoy this one as well.

Optional Person

Satisfying dump.

I just got home from eating sonic and math tutoring. The last part of the " turds away" dump that was still up my butt decided it was time to exit this afternoon. as I was writing down some math homework my butt said " prrrrt....pop" which meant I needed to go poop. I went into the bathroom and got creative. I lifted the toilet seat up, moved my trash can out of the way, and faced the normal direction but stood up, and squatted, straining my knees. I began to push and immediately felt my poop crowning ( my legs wobbling) soon my butt made a satisfying whisper as a short little turd quietly landed in the toilet. with the same texture from last time. then I pushed again and with another whisper a slightly longer turd came out and plopped into the toilet, then I "bared down" so to speak and I could feel the line of turds moving inside my butt, as they quickly splattered into the toilet making a satisfying pile of short and slightly stinky turds. a satisfying poop smell was in the air as I noticed something. my turds had exited my butt and landed on the rim of the toilet bowl and then slid down the rest of it into the toilet. at this time I also noticed a certain body part of mine was hard. I guess having a dump that took some effort was enjoyable for me. I spent some time first wiping my butthole clean, which was like 3 or 4 pieces of toilet paper. then I used 4 more pieces to slowly clean the poop off the toilet, not in that order. I then stuck my face into the bowl to sniff the smell and flushed the toilet. it all went down in one flush. that was a satisfying dump for sure. If you love to poop ( as many of us do) I would recommend squatting over the toilet, I just think it is a fun way to go poop. Hope you all enjoyed this one. it is nice to be back.

So I'm a senior in high school, it's 3rd period and I need to poop, bad. I excuse myself from class and hustle to the girls bathroom. As soon as my pants are down and I am sitting the BM starts BUT before it slides from my anus someone bursts into the bathroom, crying! This is the girls bathroom of my high school remember? So I'm in the furthest stall from the entrance and being that I am a teen girl, in high school, I have poop anxiety and this other girl is crying, so awkward. So I do all I can to stop the big BM from rocketing from my body. I'm nearly sweating from holding in the stinky monster. After what feels like ages She stops crying washes her face and leaves, in my excitement to finally be able to let go of the waste clawing inside of me, I push with all my might..causing a huge hard poop to blow through my b-hole, it hurt, badly and splashed pee water on my cheeks, after the initial shock of pain, wetness and clean up, I had a satisfied laugh washed my hands and went back to class.

Hello , it's been a while so I hope you won't mind me posting again . Had a meal out with my boyfriend last Saturday night after which we went to a bar which was very busy . We had a great time and by the time we were leaving I was about 3/4 drunk and walking unsteadily but Brendan made sure I got safety to a taxi . 10 minutes got us home and I wanted to pee very urgently and I also needed a BM after the meal . Once inside the house I swayed down the corridor to the downstairs toilet , got inside and got to the toilet . I managed to lift my skirt and lower my panties then sit down without too much trouble except for a few drops of pee which dripped into my panties while I got myself ready to sit on the toilet . God the relief when I sat and I could let the pee flow . The poop was solid and I remember 2 big lumps and 2 smaller pieces dropping into the toilet , all solid . My memory is a bit hazy , but I think the 2 big lumps were each 5 or 6 inches long . That was everything so I stood up and cleaned myself up , hoping my cleanup left me neat and tidy , flushed the toilet and settled my undies and skirt , washed my hands . I left the toilet , had a cup of tea and went to bed . Thank You , from Eileen .

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Pooping Geek great story it sounds like the 3 of you had really good poops in that outhouse and I bet you all felt good afterwards.

To: Miranda great story.

To: Nicole great story t sounds like you both had great poops.

To: Anna great story it sounds like you both had pretty good poops.

To: Eileen great story it sounds like you had a really good and a pretty good sized poop as well.

To: KungPoo great catch.

Well thats all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site

Optional Person

turds away!

I took a dump today. Instead of sitting backwards I stood over the toilet and pushed. A sputtering fart came out and then a little loose diarrhea. I pushed harder and a tan turd plopped into the toilet, then another. The second turd caused the first one to break up slightly into loose strands and particles. They all sunk into the toilet bowl hole. The water became murky. Earlier I had made a dump sitting backwards consisting of three medium tan turds. Both dumps smelled eggy. The turds on this dump gave me a nice sensation coming out of my butthole. I could tell a turd was forcing its way out of me. Today I ate scrambled eggs, sausage, blueberrys and a banana and a strawberry. For lynch sonic chicken strips and fries. Not sure what's for dinner, but I bet you I will have a great pooping session tomorrow morning. Enjoy.


Reply to Steve a

Regarding all gender restrooms with a toilet and a urinal. Does the door have a lock? This is a common set up in many restaurants and stores that have restrooms for one person at a time. Why label them "men" or "women" and make someone wait? The urinal is usually for the convenience of a guy taking a piss and frankly, so he doesn't piss all over the toilet seat. But it doesn't mean two people of any sex are supposed to use it at the same time.



Lindsey: Thank you for your kind words! I will try not share too much information about "Chloe" even though I am using an alias for her. However, if you have any advice for me as a step-parent who has just recently tried to take on the task of raising my husband's two daughters, I would appreciate it. Chloe is very prudish, like her mother, who is out of the picture by her own choice. She does not want anyone to know that she is having a bowel movement. It really affects her in negative ways to hide this part of her life. She is coming around. She is communicating with me. Now that the girls have gotten used to the higher fiber diet, their bowel movements have become a much more positive experience. Chloe even told me that she looks forward to having to go now that her stomach is working in an healthy manner. She doesn't share much with me, but I think that, if we can communicate about her bowels, we can eventually have the talks about puberty and having a period. Any advice you have is welcome and appreciated!

Optional Person: Yes! It was good to hear from you! I hope that you are well and there is nothing to worry about having to flush twice. It happens to me a lot!!!

Victoria B: Loved your story! One thing that I have come to love about this forum - and your story was one of those - is the adventure of getting to the toilet! I mean, we all go. But all of us have experiences where it is a race against time and discomfort to make it to the toilet!

Has anyone ever wondered how many people that you see on a daily basis are holding a poop or have a full bladder, or trying to hide a case of flatulence right at the very moment when you see them! It's really an interesting part of life that we all try to deal with in hope that no one else knows!

Well, that's all. I am still going twice daily, morning and evening, with substantial, voluminous doodies!

Love to all!



Regular, mushy poops

Hi everyone. I hope everyone is doing well and staying hydrated and safe. I am. I'm eating a lot healthier and drinking lots of water and as a result, my bowels have been a lot looser. Soft poop verging on diarrhea. I'll still take that any day over being constipated. I overall feel very healthy and happy.

Happy pooping everyone


Peeing up a storm

Hi everyone. I've been drinking lots of water and as a result I've been peeing like crazy. Can't seem to get my bladder to calm down. I am pooping regularly though, 1-3 times a day so I'm happy about that.

Happy pooping and peeing

Friday, September 16, 2016


Universal Bathrooms

Oldpoop wrote:

>In one's own house, usually all bathrooms are all-gender, but are
>meant for only one person at a time. Having a toilet and a stand-up
>urinal in the same public bathroom so that a man and a woman can use
>them at the same time is, I guess, convenient, as long as both
>parties agree to use them that way.

That is exactly the arrangement you will find, in many of the smaller cafés and bars on the Continent: an inner stall with a WC, inside a larger space with a urinal and a washbasin.

>However, most people would be uneasy (to put it mildly) if they
>thought a person of the opposite sex would be there while they were

Our neighbours across the Channel have no problem with that. It is a *cultural* phenomenon, and therefore subject to change.

>The idea of forcing men to use the bathroom with women either already
>there or coming in (or vice versa, of course) is outrageous.

Not to everyone. See above.

>Our sense of privacy and propriety is instinctively strong,

No, your strong sense of privacy and propriety is *learned*.

>and for very good reasons. A woman alone and seated in the bathroom
>could easily be overpowered by a man coming in after her.

But you don't need co-ed bathrooms for that to happen! Any man wanting access to a women's bathroom need only obtain a mop and bucket, or a plunger and some plumbing fittings, from any hardware store and disguise himself as a janitor or maintenance man. The fact that this is not happening already, right now, would rather tend to suggest that it is unlikely to begin happening with the advent of universal bathroom facilities.

Most people in a bathroom just want to do their business, smarten themselves up a bit if necessary and get back out again as soon as possible. And I'll let you in on a dirty little secret: Not all those who pose a danger to women are men. I think you are showing what you really think of women here.

>People who know that someone of the opposite sex might come in while
>they are trying to poop might leave without pooping, thus starting a
>cycle of constipation. Single-occupancy either-sex bathrooms are
>fine; forced joint occupancy is tyranny.

Plenty of people in the world would disagree with you there.

How I personally would like to see bathroom facility provision improve in future: Phase out men's urinals (It's the 21st Century, for crying out loud! Give guys a bit privacy already!), and move towards more wheelchair-friendly, single-occupancy, self-contained suites with WC, washbasin and blow dryer. With perhaps, in sufficiently large installations, some "friends and family" units comprising two or three separate WC stalls, still with full floor-to-ceiling privacy, and a shared washing area. Such an arrangement would be beneficial for families with several young children, couples or groups of friends who are comfortable around one another. It should also help minimise waiting times, as the situation should never arise where a stall becoming vacant remains unavailable to 50% of the people who might be waiting for it.

Optional Person

Another satisfying dump

This mornings dump just took place. again I stood over the toilet. I pushed constantly the entire time, and a steady stream of short to tiny loose poos exited my butthole. I enjoyed seeing my butt transform the clear water into a light brown mess. a murky light brown color filling the bowl with some chunks floating on top. bits of blueberrys and corn could be seen. I had to pee so I turned around and peed right on the toilet bowl hole where the bulk of the poop was. as I peed on the poop it stirred up the smell which I enjoyed, and it transformed the bowl to looking as though I had had a wave of diarrhea. dark light brown in the center, and on the edges yellow from my pee. it was beautiful and so was the smell. I then wiped my butt, sniffing the toilet paper. and I flushed the toilet, yet again enjoying as the flush caused the poop over the toilet bowl hole to gush in dark brown awesomeness. I cannot wait until I have some serious turds to push out this way. This I believe is the last of the loose poop. but I thought that would have been yesterday so we will see. I hope you enjoy this story.


Latest story

Hi everyone, thought I'd do a quick post tonight.
Natasha- sorry you were so desperate that you ended up weeing a bit in your pants, don't worry it happened to me the other day as well! I was a bit luckier though as I was on the way home, so at least when I couldn't hold it any longer and let a few spurts go into my pants I was able to change them as soon as I got back. Its happened the other way round too and then its a real pain having to spend the rest of the day in damp underwear. Like you say, uni starting up again should hopefully give you some good stories!
I'm still not exactly finding it easy to go for a poo but it is getting a little bit better. I'm trying to get back in a decent routine so I'm sitting on the loo every day after I've had breakfast even if I don't feel like I want a poo at all. The last couple of days I've sat for about 20 minutes and have tried to have a poo but nothing would come, on both days I went back on the toilet after lunch and again after tea but still nothing. I tried not to get frustrated and hoped that this morning I might be able to go, so once again I ate breakfast and went back up to my room. I went into my ensuite just wearing some pink flowery pants, I pulled them down to my thighs and sat on the loo. I tried to relax and just sit for a while and after a few minutes I could feel a small urge developing. I started to push then and shortly after felt the tip of a log starting to poke out of my bum. It was quite a fat log but believe me I've had a lot fatter, so I breathed a sigh of relief as I realised it wasn't going to take too long for me to push it out. I went up on my toes, did some harder pushes then, and made some grunts, the poo was getting wider but it was still coming. It plopped down into the bowl about a minute later, I finished with a couple more softer logs and I was done, so I took some loo paper. I wiped my bottom, pulled up my pants and flushed. I'd been on the toilet for about 10 minutes, which is really quick for me! Hope you enjoyed this story, will try to post again soon, bye for now!!


Been Constipated!

Not much to report of recent,
Been having rabbit droppings thanks to bad
Constipation, so I'm taking my first 'Senokot' pill
Tonight to get things moving.
Much love, will post more soon when i have a story worthwhile to post lol
Jem xx

Pooping Geek

Great Buddy Dump at Gym

I was with my good friend Nicole at the gym, when we both felt like taking a dump. We headed to the bathroom, there were 8 stalls and only the 8th and 6th were open. I took the 8th and Nicole the 6th almost immediately after we sat down the bathroom was completely empty except for us. Nicole said "This is going to be a giant dump" I said mine would be too. I began to push gently and heard my poop crackling,I kept pushing until I produced a few thick 8 inch long logs. Nicole started on her bm while I pushed out some more good logs. Before Nicole could even start a cute brunette teen took the stall between us and let out a loud plop,Nicole grunted softly and pushed out a monstrous dump that almost filled the small bowl. We both wiped and left our masterpieces for other people to see. Later that weekend we did a buddy dump in a outhouse that had 4 seats. The outhouse was small with wood seats,we got there desperate to poop. There was only one other girl there,we asked if we could use the outhouse because we needed to go number 2 very bad she said it was fine because that's what she was going to do. I pushed and did a pretty big load that stunk bad after that I was finished but stayed seated so I could see what they had to do. Nicole farted softly and did a giant soft dump that made a loud splat noise,she grunted and pushed out a thick long log and was finished. The other girl whose name was Amber let out the biggest,loudest,stinkiest dump I have ever seen in my life. More stories on the way Goodbye


Too many toilet stoppers

Me and my friend Chelsey are in several classes together. Most every afternoon she comes over to my house. We hang out, ride our bikes and do our homework. She's a whiz at math. She comes from a really big family and doesn't like to spend any more time than necessary at her house because she's called on to do so many chores and watching her kid brothers when they come home from school. So her escape after school is my house. There is just one exception. While she pees like normal at school, she holds her craps until we get to my place. They are usually quite big and almost always they slow or clog the toilet. Most are like one large piece. They are sometimes probably 2-inches or more wide and long enough to stick up outside the water. They tend to be kind of hard so it is difficult for them to break up on their own in the toilet bowl. Most days right after the dismissal bell she and I will stop in one of the bathrooms on our way out and I will pee because I drink a lot of soda during the day. Sometimes I crap because the lines were too long between classes. I encourage Chelsey to take the cubicle next to me. Sometimes she does and she pees. But I don't ever recall her crapping. Then 15 minutes later she's clogging our toilet. The first time she did my dad was home and he was furious at her. He called her a "F****** Moron who should be going at school like normal people" because she hadn't even tried to break it apart or plunger it before flushing. The toilet ran over. Now we keep a couple of coat hangers behind the toilet. Chelsey will use them sometimes. Dad has also said certain people don't realize diarrhea can be a blessing.

Michael W.

Skipping Class to poop.

Hi everyone. I've been busy but I'm back with another story. But first.

To Mama of one. Great story. I had that same experience when I had trouble going as a kid. I remember feeling embarrassed having my mom in the bathroom with me while I went.

Onto my story. I was 17 years old and a Senior in High School. It was around March of 2006. I was going through a Punk Rock and Goth phase. Seminar which is "Home Room" was let out. A Lunch starts at 11. And I had C Lunch with is not til around 12:45 noonish. I felt like I had to poop and with my luck I knew I was going to take a while. I ate a lot of pizza. I had quite an appetite at that age. The night before and I was having Marco's pizza and I worked there at the time. Pizza is so good but it does make my poop stink. Anyways I had to go to Foods Class but I did not want to wait and if I waited til Lunch time to poop then I would miss lunch. I have high metabolism and I have to eat. So I was like screw this I'm skipping class just to take a crap. I ditched Foods Class bcz I had to poop and bcz they were making a dish that I don't like on that day which was egg salad. Gross! Anyways I went to the second floor Boy's Bathroom over by the Foreign Language Dept. When I came into the bathroom one of my classmates from Science was in the bathroom with me. I think his name was Brandon He asked me if I was ditching class and I said yes. He was like "Me too I have to take a shit." I was like "Same here." So I took the stall that was closest to the door. And Brandon took the stall that was closest to the wall. I pulled down my black jeans and boxers to my feet and then let out a soft fart. And then Brandon let out some soft farts which progressed to mid range farts and then he laughed. I laughed too. I was like "Damn, man what did you eat." Brandon said "Sausage and sour kraut." I was like "I had pizza." I did a medium push and then let out a loud Pfffrrtt! fart. I sighed in relief and laughed. And then Brandon was like "Ohh-wee its gonna smell like a barn in here." I farted loud again and let out some plops. Me and Brandon kept our conversation going while we were taking a dump. When I pushed some more poops out Brandon was going "Uggghhhhh!" I was like "You okay, bra?" He was like "Yeahhhh!" in a strained voice. Then he dropped another bomb and said "Sometimes you have to push it out." I was like "I hear you." I then had a small cramp on my left side and put my left hand on my left side and pushed with an "Uggggghh!" grunt and let a couple more poops out. And then did a soft fart. And for 45 minutes we kept talking and letting out our poops until we were done. I then wiped with toilet paper pulled up my black jeans and boxers up to my waist and buckled my pyramid stud belt and opened the stall door to put my backpack on. I washed my and hands and Brandon did the same. I told him to "See you around." And then I left the Boys Bathroom to go to B Lunch and C Lunch. And that is my story. I will post again later. To everybody, Happy Pooping.


Clogged toilet at work

At work I started feeling the urge in my gut to take a dump. I ignored it for awhile because the bar was really busy. An hour later I still needed to take a massive dump and now my stomach was hurting. The bar wasn't as busy so I quickly ran off to the bathroom. I got in there and the first and end stalls were taken. The girl in the first stall was on the phone. The one in the end was peeing. I went in the middle stall and noticed it was stopped up. Loads of toilet paper, brown water, and it was all low level. At work we need to unclog the toilets before the drunk patrons make it much worse, but the plunger wasn't in this stall. The end stall flushed and the girl left. I went to her stall and no plunger. I really needed to shit but I had to make sure no-one used the clogged one while I was shitting. The girl on the phone talked for a few minutes and a girl came in and peed in the end stall. The girl on the phone said "I need to take care of some business" before hanging up. There was a pause, then I heard her finally pooping. There was some crackling sounds and two plops. She wiped flushed and left the stall and I grabbed the plunger. I quickly unclogged the middle stall (I'm used to doing this) then turned around and sat down. I could feel my shit start poking out and I pushed out a big hot shit. It smelled really strong and I looked and half of it was out of the water. It had the strangest shape too. The second half suddenly went to as thick as my thumb, then back to big, then narrowed out. It reclogged the toilet so I fixed it.


To Brandon T

Yes she was very desperate. She had a big smile on her face after she got done

Mr. Clogs


Toilet car: It's good to see you post again and your friend Annamarie. I enjoyed every detail of your toilet car posts. Glad she was understanding and thought it was cool idea to relieve herself in your car. If you have any posts of her please post them. Also do you pee and poop in your car here lately? Also do you pee and poop in places and things other than the bathroom and your car?

Jennifer G: I enjoyed your pee in the car Saturday series. Please keep the posts coming. Also if you get any volunteers to pee in your car, please post an update as well. I may have asked you this question before, do you pee and poop in places and things other than a toilet or your car?

Nothing new for me, just checking on what's being posted. Keep the posts coming. Happy peeing and pooping everyone!

--Mr. Clogs

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: End Stall Em great story.

To: Toilet Car great story it sounds like she had a good poop.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


weekend outhouse poo with Rachel

Today I went out mountainbiking. My friend Amber was there, and also six other girls. I sipped some coffee during the ride to the trailhead. I had been out to a club the night before so I was kinda hungover a bit and my stomach started to act up about half way there. When we got to the trail I really needed to poop! I jumped out of the car and went straight to the outhouse. Another girl from our group was ahead of me, a tall brunette called Rachel. I don't know her very well, but she is very fit and it really shows. She has this super perky little bum that I'm sure all the girls are jealous off. I am for sure! I wish I looked like her instead of being short and chubby! Anyway, I saw Rachel take the left stall and when I got to the outhouse I took the right.

As I went into the stall I could hear Rachel peeing noisily on her side. I openend the toilet lid and ewww it was stinking so bad! But I needed to go soo much, I had no choice! I pulled my plaid biking skirt and my white string down to my feet and plopped my plump bum on the seat. I leaned foward a bit and started to pee. In the middle of my pee I couldn't help it and I let out a fairly loud fart and then right away my first poo started to drop from my behind. It was soft but wide and stretched my hole so that I was moaning a bit as it pushed out. Then it broke off and fell into the pit with a loud splat. I was just thinking how I was putting on quite an embarrassing show for Rachel when she let out a small fart herself and also started pooping. I guess she must have needed to go badly, too if she decided to do her number two in the stinky outhouse. Anyway, she dropped her first log and then we sat in silence for a bit until we started to push out our next turds. It was funny, we both had logs crackling from our bums at the same time. Mine was really big and I think Rachel's was, too. When it finally dropped into the pit under her toilet, she let out a big sigh. I wasn't quite done and needed to get some more poo out, so I kept pushing. My third turd was about halfway out, when suddenly Rachel knocked on my stall. She was like "I'm so sorry, but there is no paper on my side". And then after a brief pause "Could you get me some?". I said I would but that I wasn't quite done yet. Rachel was like "oh, I'm sorry" and then in the same moment my poo dropped into the toilet with a loud bubbly fart. I felt all empty and started to pull off some paper. I wiped my front and then my back. I had done a messy number two and my bumcrack needed a good cleanup. I told Rachel "sorry, I am almost done, I'm just wiping" and then I pulled my string back up, snapped it into place and pulled up my skirt. I got a big handfull of paper and went over to the other side.

I knocked on the door and she was like "it's open!". So I carefully went in and there was Rachel sitting on the toilet all red-faced with her bike shorts and black undies at her feet. She had her knees pressed together and was kinda bent over a bit to preserve her modesty. When she saw me she was like "oh thank god it's you Ann... this is really embarrasing!" and I think she was pretty relieved it was me and not some stranger who had seen her on the toilet. I told her it was no problem and that it had happened to me before. I handed her the paper and then closed the door and left her to clean up. We all went for a great ride and later in the parking lot Rachel said thanks again for helping her and that's all of my story. I hope you all liked it.


Still Reading

Hi everyone~
This is Lindsey and I was quite busy so I didn't post for a while. But I was still readinf your posts and I was happy to find out some wonderful posts.
-Loved your post about standing and going!
-I really loved your posts recently! I like your writinf style. I especially love your posts about Chole. Please tell me more stories about Chloe if you have.
-I'm really curious about what happened to Hisae and you. Love your posts!
Well today, I just have a short story.
Yesterday, I went to a restaurant with my friend named Amy. We were nice friends, but we weren't close enough to tell each other our bathroom stuff. So, we went to an Italian restaurant and we ordered one salad and two pastas. I ordered a cream pasta and Amy ordered a tomato pasta. As we were eating, I felt a subtle urge to poop. I had little cramps so I was sure it was a soft one. When we started eating our desserts, I found out that Amy was also fidgeting a little, so I noticed that se needed to poop too. After we finished eating, we decided to go to the bathroom. The bathroom had three stalls, but the middle one was locked, and there was three people infront of each two stalls. A lined up in the left stall and Amy lined up in the right staall. The person in the left stall was grunting, so I think that she was pooping, and so was the person in the right stall. The girl in front of me was holding her stomach and she was fidgeting, so I think that she also needed to poop. The girl in front of her had no signs so I think that she just needed to pee. The first girl was just fidgeting, so I didn't know if shee needed to pee badly or poop.
In front of Amy, there was a girl with no sign which probably meant that she just needed to poop,and in front of her, there was this girl who was massaging her stomach, so she need to poop I think. The first girl was also holding her stomach and she was fidgeting a little. I wasn't fidgeting and so was Amy. The right stall opened and the first girl from the Amy's stall came in. As soon as she sat down, she farted uncontrobally, and she let out poops with big plops. Soon, my stall also opened, and the first girl from my stall came in. She sat down peeing with a strong streem for about 25seconds. Then, she farted and soft mushy poop came out.
I'll tell the rest of the story soon.
Sorry that I cannot post really often.
Thanks, and please give me comments after reading my story!~
Even though I'm busy, I'll try to post more often, I'll alway read! Thanks!~

Hello , it's been a while so I hope you won't mind me posting again . Had a meal out with my boyfriend last Saturday night after which we went to a bar which was very busy . We had a great time and by the time we were leaving I was about 3/4 drunk and walking unsteadily but Brendan made sure I got safety to a taxi . 10 minutes got us home and I wanted to pee very urgently and I also needed a BM after the meal . Once inside the house I swayed down the corridor to the downstairs toilet , got inside and got to the toilet . I managed to lift my skirt and lower my panties then sit down without too much trouble except for a few drops of pee which dripped into my panties while I got myself ready to sit on the toilet . God the relief when I sat and I could let the pee flow . The poop was solid and I remember 2 big lumps and 2 smaller pieces dropping into the toilet , all solid . My memory is a bit hazy , but I think the 2 big lumps were each 5 or 6 inches long . That was everything so I stood up and cleaned myself up , hoping my cleanup left me neat and tidy , flushed the toilet and settled my undies and skirt , washed my hands . I left the toilet , had a cup of tea and went to bed . Thank You , from Eileen .

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