Jennifer G


Hi everybody!

I'm really excited because I finally did get someone other than myself to have a pee in my car. Yaaaay!! And this time she didn't try to poop, only pee. I actually had a really rough week because of missing that opportunity the other day. See my previous post. I was actually having regrets about that whole thing, and how I missed that opportunity.

Then came Friday. I actually wasn't even planning this, but I was at a gas station putting gas in my car, and I saw a woman walking toward the restroom. It was one of those nasty outdoor restrooms that's always locked and you have to ask for the key. It's funny that I didn't think about gas stations other day. They're much worse than thrift stores, that's for sure. Anyway, I saw her, and so I decided to try my luck.

I went up to the restroom just when she tried to open the door. Of course it was locked. I said to her "Yeah it's always locked." She smiled awkwardly and was about to go and get the key, but then I went into my spiel about how the restroom always sucks and that I sometimes choose to just go to the bathroom in my car instead. Of course she was shocked at the idea, but then I noticed she started to think about it a little. That's when I said to her "If you want, you can go in my car too." Of course she looked at me funny at first, and then she laughed a little. But then after I assured her that it was okay, she finally said something like "Yeah, okay, that would work I guess." I was so excited!

Her name was Melissa by the way, if anyone was wondering. She actually told me she should introduce herself, since she was about to have a pee in my car. Then she laughed. I was actually starting to really like her. Of course I made sure she only had to pee and not poop too. I explained how I preferred that people only pee in my car, and not poop, and she said she could understand why I would feel that way. I was glad of that. Then she asked me how exactly I did it, and I explained how I just sit in the back seat with my pants pulled down and just let it go right into the seat.

We did pull into another parking lot where it was a little more private. Then Melissa got in my car and sat down on the back seat. I just stood outside so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable, but I was able to see what she was doing. I asked her how she was doing, and she said "I'm going." I was so glad! Soon I could see where she was peeing. I saw the puddle beginning to form in the seat. I was so happy that someone else was finally peeing in my car! Soon she had a nice puddle going. I began to realize that someone else's pee was going into my seat. I really liked that idea. And I really liked Melissa. She was definitely someone whose pee I wanted soaking into my seat. I was glad that she was the one who was peeing in my car.

After a few more seconds she was done. But she did pee a lot, and my seat is actually still a little wet from her pee. I'm so glad she did that though. I would definitely let her do that again if I ever saw her again, and I will also let other people do it too.

One thing I was wondering about, and maybe someone here can answer. I'm wondering if I will notice a little difference in the pee smell in the car now that someone else has peed there. I wouldn't mind at all if there was a difference, in fact I would actually like it. But I just was wondering. As for me, I haven't peed in my car this weekend yet because I'm waiting for the seat to dry from Melissa's pee.

That's all for now!


City Bus Conversations

Coming home late from school one afternoon I had missed the contracted bus that my parents pay for. Due to my babysitting I had some extra money on me for such emergencies. It was two hours after school got out and I had just finished my tutoring volunteer hours for the week. Since it would take longer for me to wait for and take the city bus, I decided to stop at the final bathroom before leaving the building. I always like to pee ahead because I don't want to risk having an accident on the bus or bus stop. There was one other girl in there. She was very quiet and didn't move her legs much and other than a couple of farts that was it. I took the toilet next to hers. Luckily there was a door, although it creaked bad and I think one of the attachments was badly bent. There was two to three times the normal crap at the bottom of the bowl. The water was dark golden telling me a number of bladders had been drained there. My timing was great because I flushed and then dropped my jeans and blue underwear just in time for me to seat myself without getting any splashback from the flush cycle. My pee lasted about 20 seconds. Because I had just finished another bottle of soda, the gas I released brought out one two-inch turd that had stayed behind when I crapped after lunch.
I felt relief as I stood, wiped, flushed and washed my hands before hurrying to the bus stop.

The girl from the stall next to me caught up with me at the bus stop. We made some small talk until the bus came. Then we both got on and took one of the few available seats very near to the back. There were six loud and very obnoxious junior high guys back there. We had to give them a stare-down so they would take their backpacks off the seat we wanted to sit down on. One of the guys was so loud in telling his friends that he had to shit so bad that if the bus made one more stop, and they said this by directing attention to us, that he his crap would go through the seat, the floor beneath it and probably damage the chassis. Then two others got into it with one of them saying he had been holding is shit since 9 a.m. and since no sane person shits at school, he needed to get onto his home toilet fast. A couple of the others agreed with him. The girl and I just looked at one another and shook our heads about how immature they were. She whispered to me that it is very unrealistic for them to expect to avoid bathrooms altogether during a full day of school.

Within a couple of minutes the bus got stuck in rush hour traffic. The going was slow. The one boy was starting to panic. One of his friend suggested he get off at the next stop where there was a store, use the toilet there, and then get on the next bus back home. Both he and one of his friends did just that. Right after they got off, the other girl and I along with the other boys noticed the bus remained parked against the curb and it stayed there for about five minutes. We found they were waiting for the transfer bus to arrive and we picked up a few more travelers who had to stand in the aisle. Both my friend and I have a hard time understanding why more students, especially the guys, don't want to just give in and use the bathrooms at school. If we've figured out the advantages, we think they should have been able to come to the same conclusion too. School bathrooms are necessary evils and sure beat the consequences of trying to avoid them.



Lindsey: I am sure that I would like any story you share and any advice you can give! Thank you for the reply. Chloe is (doo)ing much better! She seems to go as soon as she comes home from school, but I've tried tell her that if she would wake up earlier in the morning, she might be able to go before school. She is so worried that she will have to go at school and be embarrassed!

Steve A: Kudos for using Fiber One products. They are my favorite! I don't recommend stimulant laxatives, as they can be addictive and can slow down your colon's peristalsis.

Mina: I hope that you and your friends are safe! I don't think you should be upset with yourself on how you were to Hisae! You all sound like you love each other and that you are good friends! Love hearing from you!

Love to all!


Sorry I've not been able contribute much just lately but life has got in the way somewhat as it does from time to time.

Jennifer G. Thanks for sharing your account of trying to get someone else to pee in your car. I can understand why you wouldn't want them to poo in it though. It's the luck of the draw that if you ask someone in a toilet queue if they'd be happy to pee in your car that you might get an individual who needs to do #2 as well. At least the lady was honest about it and declared her hand. I'm imagining you wouldn't have been too happy if she'd left you a couple of unexpected sausages! Hopefully you'll soon find someone who is just happy to pee in your car.

Shadow. Constipation can often follow on from eating too much junk food - or rather too many refined or processed foods. Of course I'll hold my hands up and admit that I don't stick to it by any means, but the "five a day" advice when it comes to portions of fruit and veg is there for a reason! I'm glad the stool softeners worked and had the desired effect. However there's nothing abnormal about "not doing anything" for a couple of days and constipation's generally a self limiting condition which tends to be pretty good at sorting itself out sooner or later.

Catherine, Annas, everyone else etc - hope you're all keeping well.

Jennifer G
Wow still no new posts!

That's okay, if you read my last one, you'll see that I met a woman named Melissa, who actually peed in my car! And so I finally got someone else to do it besides me. I actually really liked Melissa too, she was really nice, even though I didn't get to spend much time with her. I guess you could say I had a girl crush on her. By the way, I don't think I mentioned this in my last post, but she had blonde hair and was probably in her early to mid 30s. Anyway I'm glad that she peed in my car, and that her pee is now permanently soaked inside my seat.

Today (Sunday) was actually the first day that the seat had finally finished drying after Melissa peed in it (which was Friday). So this morning was the first time it was dry enough for me to pee in it. And so I did. I think I liked doing it even more than before, now that someone else besides me has peed there. I peed really close to where Melissa peed, but not exactly the same spot, so that way I can still tell whose is whose.

I think I asked this in my last post, but I'm not sure so I'll ask again. Does anyone know if it's possible for me to notice a slight difference in the pee smell, now that the pee in the seat isn't only mine? It seems like when I first get in the car, I notice that the smell is a little bit different than before. Don't get me wrong, I like it. In fact I'm actually hoping what I asked is true. As I said before, I like the idea that someone else besides me peed in the seat of my car. And I really did like Melissa a lot. Part of me is really hoping I'll see her again sometime. Okay, I'm totally girl crushing right now.

Bye for now!


My Bowels

Hi everyone on the wonderful site of! The diarrhea that I experienced after my gallbladder removal is still hanging around. Sometimes, my bowels can produce chunky poo in between an episode, and normal poo too. The diarrhea urges I felt today were like a fart coming on, so I seated myself on the toilet to be safe. Some of it sounded like pee, but other bouts came a little at a time during in which I sat for a while. I suspect that my diarrhea isn't just regular diarrhea, but is poo mixed with excessive amounts of bile watering it down. Today I wiped my rear so much, that it became a little irritated, but not unbearable. My diarrhea that seems to be related to my loss of the gall bladder isn't distracting, nor is it the type that lasts all day.

Mr. Clogs

Laundry day and comments

Hey everyone.

Yesterday was Saturday September 24th, and I'm posting on today on Sunday September 25th. On Saturdays as you know I do my laundry, so to "pre soak" my clothes you know by peeing on them. So the day before which was Friday, I was getting dressed to go out on assignment and I needed to pee, so I went to my dirty clothes pile and peed on them, the relief of a once full bladder. I left and proceeded on with my day. On Saturday, I was getting ready to go out, so I was getting dressed and I needed to take a leak. I soaked again the same pile of dirty clothes with some more pee. I made sure to spread it around so not one spot is completely soaked. I came home and had my dinner and then washed my already urine soaked clothes. I didn't smell really much per because I drink tea and water in the morning and the urine color was clear.

Michelle: Thanks for sharing about the beans helping you clean out. Have you made chili yet?

Jennifer G: Great post as always and let us know when you per and poop in other things like a cup, bucket etc. If people need pee on your car seat and the need to pinch a loaf, keep some plastic shopping bags or some paper towels for them to do #2 in so you won't miss the opportunity for someone to pee in your car. Keep the posts coming dear.


Bathrooms of the Future

Victoria B,

I can't remember when I posted the dream - it hasn't been long ago. My new faster-paced life is really messing with my memory!

I was dressed in a business suit and was probably at a fancy restaurant when I needed to take a major dump. I walked into this fancy, upscale bathroom. Inside were sinks, lounge chairs and such, and then another door into the toilets. Once I got in, there were men and women using the bathroom on toilets lining the walls, facing one another. There were no stalls, doors or anything to provide privacy. In the dream, I felt like this was normal and remembered pulling down the skirt of the suit and getting situated on the toilet for the bowel movement. That's when I woke up.

Ever since then, I've had this re-occurring desire to use a unisex bathroom. I agree with you that unisex bathrooms need more privacy. Maybe the stalls should be floor to ceiling and the doors need to be almost floor to ceiling.

It would be an interesting change of life!




To Jennifer G

That's pretty brave of you asking random women to pee in your car. But, you lead up to it by conversation and the situation, waiting in line for the bathroom.

If you just randomly asked a woman to pee in your car, they might think it's an awkward and weird thing to do. I give you props because not too many people would ask something like that to others.

Sunday, September 25, 2016


Re: Steve's survey

you like natural laxatives? (Beans, Prunes, Activia Yogurt, Sugar free candies, etc.) or medicine laxatives? (Exlax, Milk of magnesia, suppositories, emenas)?
I've tried pretty much everything, sometimes just to see how bad it will mess with me. The worst ones that I've tried: bottle of castor oil; caused some nausea followed by an urgent explosion. Milk of magnesia (or magnesium citrate) is almost an immediate case of the runs for me, but it's very watery. Works very fast though.
2. How long will you wait to take action if your constipated? (like if I don't go by the 5th day, then I'm taking a laxative) I try to act pretty quick. I've gotten into some bad situations before, so I try not to let it go too far

3. Are you open with anyone (besides family) with your bathroom habits? No

4. How many times your do poop a week? Daily or every other day

5. Has your poop ever been any other color besides brown? Rainbow colors? No

6. Did you ever overhear a conversation when they were talking about bathroom related stuff?
Oh, yeah. College guys talk about it proudly
7. What was the cleanest and dirtiest public bathroom that you ever used? Dirtiest was at a summer camp. Open pit toilets. Sole goal was to get in & get out fast.

8. Does medication (over the counter or household) affect your bowel habits? Pain meds have caused major stops in the past. Magnesium supplements will send me dashing for the john.

9. What's your most memorable bathroom experience? (Story) Probably the first time that I was given exlax. I was in high school & had gotten backed up. Out of milk of magnesia (the usual remedy), my mom gave me 3 exlax tablets to clear me out (the old formulation that has been pulled from the market). Later in the day, I could move my stomach around & hear the liquid sloshing around inside. My older brother and I were outside messing around with an old go cart when I started to feel a sharp gas pain. Since my brother was bent down at the engine, I thought that it was the perfect opportunity to rip a ripe smelling one right near his face. (He would've done the same; trust me). As I let the fart go, though, I immediately snapped to a perfect military "full attention" pose. I had pushed a stream of liquid into my jeans and was butt clenched to keep more from coming. My brother figured out what had happened and started laughing his ass off. I knew that I had to get back to the house fast. Unfortunately, each step caused those ass muscles to relax a bit, sending out more of the warm mostly liquid stream. By the time that I got inside to the bathroom, I had completely flooded my pants and was leaving a trail of poop drops through the house. My brother, of course, came bursting into the bathroom to call attention to the situation. The rest of the family came to see me standing there, stepped out of my jeans and briefs, with poop all over my legs and socks. As I plopped down on the john to just let it all out, I was still dripping onto the floor. Mom just said that she was glad that I was at least "feeling better" and dad just told me to get this shit cleaned up. I jumped into the shower, having to bail mid-bathing for round #2. I wasn't taking any chances with a ripe fart again. Growing up, my brother was the one always crapping his pants. Dad was convinced that he was doing it on purpose & so he'd usually end up getting a pretty rough tanning with the belt (with which I teased him relentlessly). I didn't get a tanning, as I was really too old & it was a "medical issue" of sorts. Still, though, I think that it was my payback of sorts. These episodes repeated for two days, though I was very careful to be on the john before farting again for at least a week or so. That old exlax formulation worked ... and kept working.

Steve A

Answering My Survey

1. Do you like natural laxatives? (Beans, Prunes, Activia Yogurt, Sugar free candies, etc.) or medicine laxatives? (Exlax, Milk of magnesia, suppositories, emenas)?

I like to use both, even though that they could have the same or different effect on me. My go to natural laxative are Fiber One Products. They work great for me.

2. How long will you wait to take action if your constipated? (like if I don't go by the 5th day, then I'm taking a laxative)

It would be 4-5 days for me. I almost had to take a laxative because of 4 days of not going, but I got an urge to go before I took it.

3. Are you open with anyone (besides family) with your bathroom habits?

I'm open with my family, some friends, and hopefully my wife someday.

4. How many times your do poop a week?

About 6-8 times a week. I might skip a day or go everyday. It just depends.

5. Has your poop ever been any other color besides brown? Rainbow colors?

It might've been a lighter shade or darker shade, but I never had a rainbow colored poop.

6. Did you ever overhear a conversation when they were talking about bathroom related stuff?

Yes, sometimes walking past or just overhearing people because they may have been a bit too loud.

7. What was the cleanest and dirtiest public bathroom that you ever used?

It depends. Some bathrooms were cleaner in certain stores and public places. The gas stations and porta potties were not always clean.

8. Does medication (over the counter or household) affect your bowel habits?

No, it never had an affect on me. I guess all the medicines I took since I was a kid had no bowel side effects.

9. What's your most memorable bathroom experience? (Story)

I've had some over the years, but these 2 stand out the most.

My First Toilet Stool Story:

We were going back to the school after a football game and the trip back was maybe 45 minutes to an 1 hour. Right before we left, a band student used the bathroom and we were on the bus waiting for him to return. Once he returned, we left. I had to pee really bad but I said nothing. So, I had to hold it for the entire trip back. Once we made it back, I went to the restrooms and there were some band members and some cheerleaders waiting to use the restrooms. Eventually, it was my turn to go and I made it. The only restrooms that were open in the school late at night were 2 single restrooms. One for the boys and one for the girls. I think one of the restrooms was locked so we might have had to take turns using one single restroom.

My Big Poop Before Gym Class:

I had to go poop at school. So, I pooped before I went swimming for gym. It was a log that was a little over 1 foot long, and maybe 2-4 inches in diameter. Well, I decided to leave it there for someone to notice after swimming. So, when we all went to the locker room to change after swimming, someone went into my stall and they were like, "Someone SH*TED in here and it's huge!" And people went to see it and they asked if it was me and I tried to deny it, but they found out it was me because I was late for attendance and they were all sitting and waiting to swim while the teacher was talking to them when I came up to swim. Some people said that was funny and awesome what I did and some people were surprised and asked, "Did that come out of you?!?" One person took a picture of it and said, "I'm instagramming this SH*T!" (no pun intended) I also got a few high fives as well.


To blondiemaja

Been reading this site off and on for a while, but this is my first post. Just couldn't resist responding to blondiemaja's post about liquid glycerin enemas. They are amazing. My boyfriend and I discovered them a little while back. We like to go backpacking and wild camping where there are no facilities, and we both usually get constipated despite all the exercise. I guess it's the embarrassment of trying to go squatting over the little cat-holes my boyfriend digs. The liquid glycerin enemas are tiny so they're easy to pack, and like you said, they make us go in about two minutes. Usually my boyfriend digs two holes facing each other then we squirt the little enemas into each other and immediately squat down, count three-two-one and push.

Has anybody else tied these?



Comment and question for Jessica

Hey Jess,

Thanks for posting about your experience when out hiking with your friends whilst staying at the cottage. I particularly enjoyed your story about the dumps both you and Louisa took seperately. It's good you both had the confidence to poop outdoors - it sounded as though both you and Louisa had quite intense urges. As you mentioned, when you have to poop urgently it is often very relieving in itself just to be able to relax your sphincters and allow the poo to "crown" and partly emerge.

I liked your description of the turds that both you and Louisa passed - you mentioned that hers were quite large and smooth. Out of interest, roughly how big i.e. long and thick were the two turds that Louisa passed? How large was your poop?

Look forward to reading more of your stories.


Jennifer G

Having a Hard Time!

Hi everybody!

Ok so I did decide to see if I could find someone else who would be willing to pee in my car. But I have to say that making up my mind about it was the easy part! I knew that asking someone would be really awkward, but I did eventually get the courage to ask a few different women. I went to a couple different places and I asked while they were waiting in line for the restroom. The way I said it was "You know, this bathroom is always such a mess." Then the woman would say "Yeah, it sucks" or something like that. Then I'd say "Yeah a lot of times I just go out to my car and just pee there." Of course that's when I would get looked at like I was a total dork. But then finally after a few tries, a woman gave me the answer I was hoping for. The way she said it was "Yeah I would totally pee in my car, but my husband would kill me if I did." So then I told her that she could go ahead and pee in mine if she wanted. She said she did. I was so excited!

It actually started out really good. She was actually really excited to pee in a car. She asked me all the usual questions and I explained how I just pee right into the seat, and that I didn't mind if her pee went into the seat too. She also asked me if it was ok if she farted while she was peeing, and I told her it was fine. She was actually really excited about the idea.

When we got to my car she was all ready to do it. But then when I opened the door she said "I have to poop too, is that ok?" Now for those of you who haven't read my posts, I'm not a fan of poop. I really don't like the idea of someone pooping in my car, even though I like the idea of peeing in it. And so when she said that, it threw me off. I told her that I really didn't want her to poop in my car, and I think she got a little offended when I said that, because she said "Fine, I'll just go back and use the restroom then." I didn't want to blow my chance, so I said "Wait! Can't you just pee here and then poop inside?" She looked at me like I was an idiot and said "You know I can't do that." Then I told her I could put down a plastic bag or something to catch the poop and that way she could still pee, and the pee would still go into the seat. But she wouldn't do it. She couldn't understand why I would want her to pee and not poop. So I blew my big chance to have someone pee in my car. But I can't help it that I don't like poop.

So anyway, that's all for me. Just a big disappointment. Better luck next time I guess. There was actually another woman in another store that I thought about asking, but she had her kids with her, and I didn't want them pee in my car too. I thought about asking anyway, and just letting the kids pee in the trunk or something, but I didn't want that either, so I just let it go. Anyway, better luck next time!



I am unkind to Hisae

Dear Lindsey: Thank you for saying, Mina hurry up with your story.

So now I tell you. It is shame story for me, but Hisae forgive and hug many times and sometimes kiss even it is not custom to kiss in Japan.

I was on loo and did huge motion like I usually do, Maho was putting on make-up. I decided I finish motion, because it was about 10 minutes and many turds, so I washed my bottom and got up.

Five minutes later I was hurry back to loo! I sat down and my bottom burst at once, plop plop plop, bururururururu.

I started to cry. I told before, Mina is silly unstable girl and often cry even pretext is very tiny.

Maho run to me. "Mina why you are crying...??"

I tell her with sobbing voice. Reason was, I often tease Hisae because she stay on loo not very long and five minutes later she run back and do more motions. "Why you don't stay on loo until finish?" I say to her.

But that morning, I was same!!! Why I tease Hisae when I do same thing? I am bad to Hisae, I thought, so I start cry, it is remorse. Bad bad Mina. Devil is waiting Mina in the hell. (I wonder how the loo in the hell is like.)

Maho console me. "It is no problem! Hisae love you, Mina. You don't have to worry!! "

I answer with my bottom. Burururururururururururu.

"Mina, you worry too much so you do a diarrhoea!!" Maho say.

It is true. But I feel bad, I hurt Hisae I think, and many times. I swear, I never say such this thing to my sweetest Hisae any more.

Few days later, Hisae come our flat. Maho tell her about my cry. Hisae run to me and hug and hug. Of course she forgive. I love Hisae and Maho and Kazuko!!!!

Hisae still come off loo quite quickly even she not finished. But I don't tease any more. Once she tease. "Mina, I finish now, but I start again five minutes later!!" I can laugh now.

My neighbours moved last week-end, it was long week-end because yesterday was holiday to respect old people. So flat of next door is empty. Kazuko and Hisae move in the early October! They will be our neighbors!! Mina is most happiest girl in the world!!! I and Maho are excited very much. Hisae and Kazuko too. This week-end we go Hisae's present flat, we clean together. We decide we hope we can all do motions together there, it will be last time! Maho say, she take a medicine if she is constipate.

Now there is big typhoon in Japan. In Hisae's family house in countryside we have to go out of house to go to loo. It is big trouble maybe.

Love to all of you.

Mina and friends

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Abbie great story it sounds like you all had pretty good poops.

Well thats all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site

Steve A

Response To Melinda

Being a part of marching band for all 4 years of high school, I can relate to some of your experiences that you had in a different way.

Other band members and I have all experienced "holding it" on the bus during long trips. One of them was actually my very first story on here. It's a challenge holding it in on a bus with all the bumps and the way the bus driver drove. Luckily, I've made it everytime. There was even a time where we had to pull over to let someone go in the woods because they couldn't make it back to the high school. It was an interesting 4 years and I'll never forget some moments that we all have experienced.

Your experience can be compared to: desperate times equals desperate measures. People's desperation took over and they only had one thing on their mind: to pee. If I was in that situation, I would've done the same thing.


School Stomach Bug

There's a bit of a stomach bug going around my school lately. I haven't caught it yet, but my friend Jenna got it today.
In science class, I noticed that Jenna (we share a desk) was kind of shifting around uncomfortably in her seat. I asked her if she was okay and she said she was fine. A few minutes later, when everyone was working loudly and conducting experiments, Jenna started farting and she bent over, holding her stomach. She told me that her stomach hurt really bad and she felt like she was going to throw up. I quickly helped her to the bathroom, and I could hear her farting wetly as we walked. When we got to the bathroom, she hurried into a stall, ripped her pants down, and exploded diarrhea into the toilet. She moaned and I rubbed her ???? for her as she exploded several more waves of liquid shit. All of sudden she pushed me away and started puking onto the spot I was standing on. I felt really bad for her and rubbed her back. Thankfully, she only puked a few times before stopping, but she continued to spray diarrhea into the bowl for a while. After a few minutes, the diarrhea started trickling down and stopped, but Jenna still felt really sick and decided to sit on the toilet a bit longer. About a minute later, some watery diarrhea came out. When it stopped, we waited for a few more minutes. Then, Jenna started wiping, her hand shaking a little. She had messed herself pretty badly walking to the bathroom and her diarrhea attack had covered her bum and the back of her legs. I helped her clean up with wet paper towels and threw her soiled pants away. I hurried out of the bathroom to the girl's locker room to get Jenna her gym shorts wear (we knew each other's locker combinations). When I got back to the bathroom, an older girl who was standing outside the door stopped me and said that, "there's a kid in there who's stinking the whole place up real bad" and that I really shouldn't go in there. I ignored her, and shoved past, and rushed to where Jenna was kneeling next to the toilet again, dry heaving. I rubbed her back as soothingly as I could, but she didn't puke again. As she pulled on her gym shorts, she got some bad cramps but she didn't need to poop again. I helped her walk to the nurse's office, and she thanked me and said that I was a great friend. I told her that that's what friends do and that I hoped she would feel better.
She stayed out of school for 3 days and came back looking a bit tired, but feeling much better.


Peeking & Privacy

I might just be a little more observant as I'm using more toilets away from home and without the supervision of my mom, but I'm getting more uncomfortable sitting on public toilets. My mom calls them privacy stalls, but they are really not. At many of the places I go such as the park and the beach, there are not even partial partitions up around some of the toilets. At the malls and at our city's sports arena there are stall panels and doors, but as I sit if I look forward the openings between the door and panels are sometimes an inch or more wide. I see eyeballs looking in on me as I sit. I suspect they are trying to see how long I'm going to be in there. I just feel they invade my privacy when they take a look at me. Last time I was at the mall, the bathroom was crowded. I had to wait to get on a toilet. I latched my door, and thankfully because many of our school's and other toilets don't have latches or if they do they are broken, and seated myself. As my pee was starting, I saw the eyes of a little girl right against the door and she cried out to her mom that she was going to have an accident. Then I'd see her eye on me for about five seconds or more. Then her feet would move and her mom would be there and I could see her glasses up against the opening and she would study me. In a situation like that, I don't know what I'm suppose to say, if I'm suppose to tell them I'm not five days constipated and almost done. Or what? Or anything? This peek opening was large enough that I could see the logo on one of their shopping bags. This caused my pee to stop after about 25 seconds and I sat still, took out my phone because I felt very uncomfortable being watched and I wanted to fully drain my bladder. I was meeting a friend for a movie, had more shopping to do, and I didn't want to deal with the crowded bathrooms again in another hour. Then I saw the girl tug at her mother's bag and say that I was playing on my phone. The mother then looked in on me, said a couple of unpleasant things that I know I shouldn't have taken personally, but I did. I just stood, pulled up my shorts, opened the door and quickly walked out without looking at or saying anything to them. I didn't flush or wash my hands because I was too angry. Overall, I don't think I was seated for more than five or six minutes. I just feel I was kind of violated.


Backed Up

Not sure which post will show up first but I actually have a third story about myself. As I said in my previous post, my wife had gone out of town for a week and so it was just me for a few days as my daughter was staying with her grandparents for a few days. With my wife being gone, my diet went to crap (no pun). Boxed Mac 'n cheese,fast food, etc. The night before she came home I had a pretty decent poo (Friday night). Saturday-Monday I had not produced anything. This is highly unusual because I poop daily. After 3 days I felt extremely full but still not really able to go. Monday after work I picked up a bottle of stool softeners and took 3 capsules. I have a very sensitive stomach so I thought the stool softeners would be more gentle. Monday night I tried pooping. I was able to produce a pretty sizeable turd but even after that I still didn't feel empty inside. I sat for a long time but couldn't produce any more. Later that night I tried again with no results. When I woke up this morning though (Tuesday) my gut was churning and felt a good poo brewing. My wife was leaving for work so I kissed her goodbye and headed for the toilet. In about 10 minutes time I had filled the bottom of the bowl with multiple soft turds. About 10:00 that morning though is when the mother load hit. I was at work by this time and I started to get a massive gut ache. At work we just have a single user restroom that we all share in our office. Normally I would not poop in this bathroom but my bowels were not going to give me the luxury of waiting for a suitable bathroom. I got up from my desk and went into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I pulled my pants down to my ankles and sat down. I started with a soft fart and then peed a torrent of pee. After that I relaxed my sphincter. Soft serve poo started pouring out of me for nearly a minute. Thankfully it wasn't noisy but the smell was extremely potent. I paused for a moment and then pushed again as more soft poo slid out. I had a third wave after this. Finally I felt done so I started wiping. It was quite a job to clean up and once I stood up the toilet was so full, half my toilet paper was above the water line. I flushed and the toilet had no trouble swallowing the load. I attempted to spray some air freshener but just my luck the can was empty. Fortunately the bathroom has a fan so after washing my hands and exiting, I pulled the door ajar and left the fan going. Later that afternoon I started to feel another urge to poop but held it until I got home this evening. It was not near as large as my poo at work but I did pass about 3 good sized logs. Once again the wipe job was lengthy because it was so soft. After that last poo I finally feel normal again. Hopefully this means my bowels will get back to normal again.


Random Girl :3

I Finally Told my Boyfriend

Okay, so the other day I finally told my boyfriend about this website. He didn't act like it was gross or anything, he asked to see my posts, and when I showed him, he actually laughed. I had helped him poo a couple times after I last posted, which was pretty uneventful. He had only watched me poo once, but pee multiple times.
He actually seemed mutually interested, and said that maybe he would post to ask about his constipation. He's a lot less shy around me now when it comes to BMs.

I have never described what I look like before. I am fairly short, 168 cm, and have subtle curves, but in the right places. I have light brown waist length hair and dark brown eyes, and I am asian. I have an ample bottom which my boyfriend calls beautiful. I would say that I'm pretty slim. I weigh about 115 pounds.

My boyfriend asked me for a show yesterday, and he said he would describe it, so here it is:
I am Random Girl's boyfriend, Luke, and I'm sitting on a towel bench in her bathroom waiting for her to use the bathroom. Okay, here she comes. She opens the toilet cover and unbuttons her jeans. She sexily pulls down her light blue thong and sits down on the toilet seat. Immediately a strong golden stream of liquid shoots from her vagina and lands in the front area of the bowl. It lasts for 30 seconds before dying down and trickling off. Suddenly placing a hand on her belly, she arches her back then gives a cute lil push. A tan turd emerges from her hole and fights to come out. After growing about 4 inches, it grows thicker and comes to a stop. Placing both of her hands on the underside of her thighs, she bends forward, giving me a good view, and squeezes out the rest of the turd. After growing to a total of 10 inches, she shakes it off and it splashes into the toilet. Announcing that she's not done yet, she lets out about 3 or 4 small farts that smell like roses. She says, "It's coming," and I look eagerly as she grunts with effort, but to her dismay she only farts again. After a few more tries, she's still only pushing out farts. Determined to give me a show, she presses on her belly with both hands and arches her back even more, going "Mmmmmph!" Another tan turd comes out, this time about 3 inches long, and plops into the bowl. She grunts again, and another emerges. It seems that every time she grunts, a turd appears. After letting out around 10 small balls, she says there are a lot more to come. A stubborn turd comes, and she strains until her face is red, but it is to no avail. It is the thickest thing I have ever seen. I curse the turd for giving my girlfriend so much trouble, but secretly I am enjoying it too much. After around 5 minutes of trying to get it out, it becomes stuck in her anus, and she pushes with all her might, her buttcheeks trembling from the strain. It's like I'm watching her give birth or something. In a strained voice, she tells me that this is the hardest she has had to push in years. I egg her on like I'm her coach, and say, "You can do it! Try harder!" I can tell she's really trying though. Turned on to the limits at this point, I reach over and spread her buttcheeks apart. She squeals, but then doesn't seem to mind, and pushes again. Piss is starting to dribble from her from all her effort. After about 20 minutes, the turd has only moved about 2 or 3 inches and she is about to cry. "Luke, what do I do?" she asks, and I ask her if she wants me to pull it out. She says yes, but only after she tries for a few more minutes. She asks me to exit for 5 minutes, but stay next to the door. I leave and hear the muffled sounds of her groaning, moaning, and grunting for the next 5 minutes. She sexily moans and pushes, moans and pushes, over and over. After 5 minutes, she opens the door and says that I can do it now. I tell her to squat on the toilet, hovering over the bowl, and she does with difficulty, considering that there is a 4 inch long monster sticking out of her butt. Her butthole is stretched and red, and it is bulging. I grab a piece of toilet paper and cover up half of her dry poop with it. I tell her to push as hard as she can, and gently try to pull the turd out. It is rock hard, and she has only not gone to the toilet for a day. She screams in pain but keeps pushing hard as I pull and is rocking back and forth by the time I get it out. The thing looks like a huge potato and I drop it into the bowl. Her anus pulses in and out a couple more times, and I leave her in peace until she is ready to come out. She lies down in bed after the ordeal, and when I tell her that it was quite a show, she smiles. She told me it took 4 flushes to get it all down.


Awkward Poo & Wife's Desparate Poo

I have a couple of interesting stories to share with everyone. First story takes place at Wal-Mart a few months back. I was having to pick up a few items before I made my way home after work one evening. I had been brewing a poo most of the afternoon and my gut was starting to cramp by the time I got to the store. So first thing, I made my way to the back restrooms because it is much larger than the one up front. This restroom had 5 stalls total and 3 urinals. There was someone in the handicapped stall so I took the last regular stall. I got started and it was quite noisy. While I had a breif pause another guy comes into the bathroom and of all the stalls, he chooses the one right next to me. Now under regular circumstances this wouldn't bother me too much as I had assumed he was there for the same reason I was. I continued on for a couple minutes farting and passing soft turds when I noticed my neighbor was making no noise (nor was the guy in the handicapped stall). I sat quiet again for another minute or so and I thought I heard movement in a rapid motion. I won't go into too much detail but I soon realized what this guy was really here for and it wasn't to relieve his bladder or bowels. Feeling very uncomfortable I tried to finish as quick as possible (which took another 5 minutes or so). Fortunately my neighbor finished taking care of his need before I started wiping and I was able to exit my stall without having to make face to face contact with him. By this time the guy in the handicapped stall had also finished and left. That had to be the most awkward situation I've ever experienced.

My second story is about my wife and it took place last week while she was out of town staying with relatives. In 2015 my wife had to have her gallbladder removed just months after the birth of our daughter. I understand this can be quite common in women after pregnancy. Since that time my wife has a very hard time holding her bowels. Most everything she eats goes through her within an hour or two, sometimes sooner if what she ate is especially rich. As I said earlier, my wife was spending a week with some relatives. Their house only has one bathroom and my wife's cousin was also visiting during this time. Four people sharing 1 bathroom plus my wife's bowel troubles lwas sure to present some interesting situations. Sure enough it did one night for my wife. After eating dinner and cleaning up my wife and her cousin took a quick trip to a local ice cream place to pick up some ice cream. After they got back, everyone but my wife's uncle went out back to talk. Suddenly my wife said she felt dinner making its way through like a freight train and she had to put her ice cream down and rush inside to use the bathroom. When she turned the corner to walk into the bathroom she was met with a closed door. Her uncle just so happened to be using the restroom and just her luck it wasn't for a quick pee. In dire straights she began to pace the living room hoping he would finish quickly. After a few minutes there was no sign he was coming out any time soon. My wife decided to return to the back patio to finish her ice cream. Almost immediately after sitting down though she realized she was literally on the brink of disaster. She got right back up and made her way back inside only to start pacing the floor again. For a moment she actually thought about taking the keys to her aunt and uncle's car to drive to the nearest gas station. About that time though her uncle opens the door and says "Did you need the bathroom?". She said "Yes, it's an emergency". He then kind of chuckles and says "Well, it's all yours." My wife makes a bee line to the bathroom, shuts the door and literally runs to the toilet. She barely gets her pants down when a torrent of wet slimy poo starts pouring out of her. She told me her butt hadn't even hit the seat. After what probably seemed like eternity to her, it was all over in just a matter of about 20 seconds. After she was sure that she was done, she wiped up, reclothed herself and flushed the toilet. The entire job probably didn't last more than 2 minutes from start to finish. One thing I've learned being married to someone who no longer has a gallbladder, you can't be shy when it comes to pooping. My wife tells me when it hits, it's all of a sudden with no warning and you better be close to a bathroom because there is almost no control.

Hope you all enjoyed this post!


Victoria B.

To Catherine

That sounds like an interesting dream! Do you remember any of the details?

I also looked at Julie's plans for the (drumroll; old-time radio announcer voice) bathroom of the future! and I liked what I saw. Humans are equal in their needs and, speaking as a woman, I wouldn't feel apprehensive at all about the setup she describes. There is one caveat, one familiar to all Americans and Canadians here: something would have to be done about the state of the stalls in our bathrooms. The gaps between doors and partitions or partitions and the rear wall can sometimes be ridiculous and often leave much less to the imagination than one might want. I'm conflicted about this, because I'm definitely guilty of an occasional peek into a neighboring stall. That being said, people would expect more privacy in a unisex bathroom and I'd be in favor of that, and of using one if I got the chance. The thought of sitting and going next to man with a long, thick log working its way out of his butt makes me a little hot and bothered! I'd love to have a huge BM of my own in a bathroom like that!



Two very short stories

This is an old story from when I was in high school. I was out with my friend all day. When we got back to her house she told me to wait for her and she went into the bathroom. I didn't know what to do so I sat in a chair and just waited. She had been in there for a few minutes so I knew she must have been taking a dump. She was in there for probably 15 or 20 minutes. I was surprised by how obvious she was, she had always been discrete about going to the bathroom. She must have really needed to take a dump.

The other night I went to take out some trash while working at the bar. I saw a girl who we cut off for getting too drunk by the dumpsters pulling her jeans up. She turned around and saw me and staggered to the sidewalk. I noticed a large piss puddle by the dumpster.


to Jessica

Hey Jess, I loved your last story! Especially the part about the two boys going for a buddy dump, haha! So funny. I have only done it one time and I guess we were maybe still kinda drunk a bit. But I think I'd do it again. I'm pretty sure I'd buddy dump with my friend Danielle for example. Would you with any of your friends? Oh, the story about us on the weekend away with the boys is on page 2500.
As for your experiences at school, that's so different. At my uni girls (boys IDK, haha) are using the washrooms to poop all the time. Last Friday I went to the big bathroom in the foodcourt to wash my hands and I am pretty sure there were at least three stalls with girls doing a poo in them! Maybe it's because I think you live somewhere else. Are you from the UK? Just because you use the word loo a lot.



Hi everyone this is Lindsey again and I decided that the part two is not very exciting, so just for a simple ending, one girl had a solid accident in her pants, and it smelled super bad. Also, me and Amy both made it to the bathroom. Yay!~ Today, ther is no story, but I prepared some comments. I will tell you a story about my 5th grade experience soon. Thanks!~
-Great story about a band trip!
-I really liked your story too!
-Thanks!~ I will be really happy to discuss about her. Next time, my story is going to be about a friend from my childhood which has a similliar personality with Chloe. I wish you'd like it!
-I really liked your story about your bad pee break too!~
Thanks everyone and bye!~

Steve A


1. Do you like natural laxatives? (Beans, Prunes, Activia Yogurt, Sugar free candies, etc.) or medicine laxatives? (Exlax, Milk of magnesia, suppositories, emenas)?

2. How long will you wait to take action if your constipated? (like if I don't go by the 5th day, then I'm taking a laxative)

3. Are you open with anyone (besides family) with your bathroom habits?

4. How many times your do poop a week?

5. Has your poop ever been any other color besides brown? Rainbow colors?

6. Did you ever overhear a conversation when they were talking about bathroom related stuff?

7. What was the cleanest and dirtiest public bathroom that you ever used?

8. Does medication (over the counter or household) affect your bowel habits?

9. What's your most memorable bathroom experience? (Story)

Thursday, September 22, 2016


My Wife, Judy

Hello Brandon T - glad to see you enjoy my posts. I hope enjoy this one too.

Sorry about all the typos in the last post. My laptop went bust and I was typing in my phone. I can't do that well.

My wife, Judy, is ethnically Chinese in her mid thirties. She's quite petite, has long black hair that she highlights, and she has the most beautiful toned legs, butt and hips. And she knows it. She often dresses to accentuate those features.

We often travel around Asia. The resorts here are beautiful and some have a very open concept when it comes to toilet design. Judy doesn't know about how much I love seeing her use the toilet, and I want to keep it that way. I would hate it if she gets all self-conscious knowing she has to put on a show.

We were living in an Asian resort that I have specifically picked because the toilet is only separated from the rest of the room by a single curtain. The other entrance to the toilet is the balcony that faces the sea. To keep your privacy from people at the beach, one has to close the door at the balcony. The curtain, however, is made of very fine silk. It is also slightly worn out. I found out that as long as the lighting in the room is darker than the toilet's, one can see through the curtain quite easily.

In order to have a good view of the toilet one must sit at the very edge of the foot of the bed. I think many people who don't have my interest won't bother to know this but this is the first detail I learnt of the room.

At breakfast, my wife was wearing a tight blue spaghetti strap top, and a gypsie-looking skirt that reaches all the way to her ankles. After we finished, I was replying to some emails on my laptop when I heard Judy walk towards the toilet. She often announces if she needs to poop, and she did that habitually. This time, she says, "Finally, I feel like I need to poop! I haven't gone for 3 days!"

She grab her phone and walked towards the toilet. Inside, she immediately closed the door to the balcony. Then because it is too dark now, she turned the lights on. Then she closed the curtains.

Immediately, I closed the blinds in the room, and laid on the bed, my head at the foot of the bed, just at the correct angle.

I saw her put her phone on the cistern, then she lifted her gypsie skirt. I could see the dance of colours as the skirt flopped about. Then tucking her skirt under her armpits, she pulled my favourite white panties down to her knees, the way she usually does. She sat, gathering her skirt forward so all the cloth falls between her knees.

What a sight! The waste-band of her tight blue top hugging her waist, her bunched up skirt, and the side of her bum pressed perfectly on the toilet seat. Her knees as wide as her panties can allow her. Then she reached around to grab her phone. She bent forward, her dance trained back still straight, and proceeded to fiddle with her phone.

By habit, she always does her first "test push". I notice she does that. I reckon it is to see how huge the turd was and whether it's going to be an easy one. Today, it doesn't seem like an easy one by the exertion.

"Erkh.." That was sound of her test push. Not a good sign. I mean good for me, but she may have loads of pushing ahead.

I heard the soft music of the game she's playing on her phone.

"Errkk" again.

She cleared a level in her game.

"Errk haaaaa..." Then she giggled.

"Can you hear me?" She asked, rather shyly.

I paused, pretending I was not listening in.

"What? Oh. No. What do you mean?" I lied.

"It's not eeeeasy to come out!" she said, while straining.

"Oh. Take your time!" I replied. She has no idea how much I'm enjoying this. "Do you want warm water? That may help?"

"Suuure!" She replied. I grabbed a jug, filled it with the hot water from the kettle, and passed it to her with a glass, parting the curtains slightly so she don't feel shy.

"Try to drink at least 1 litre, I said. It may help!"

I heard her down a few glasses and then she called me to return the jug. She drank about 3/4 of it.

"Does it work?" I asked.


"Waaiiit!" I watched her. She sat upright, her hands at her hips, her phone placed on the bunched up skirt.

Then she softly grunted. It was a series of long grunts with a pause in between, like a grunt morse code.

"Eeeeeeeee eeeeeeee eeeeeee eeeeeee HAAAAAIiiiiiiii!!!" FLOMP.

First piece.


"Ahhhhhhhhh" flomp plop plop plop plop.

Then she relaxed and leaned forward again. There was an occasional plop here and there but nothing too strenuous.

She unrolled some toilet paper and leaned to the side to wipe. It took about 3 wipes.

I quickly returned to my emails.

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