Anna
Hey, it's Anna here. I hope everybody is doing well. Nothing super interesting has happened to me recently, but I did do a big poo at our local Starbucks today. I was having coffee there with my friend Amber this morning and my bum kinda felt really full. After a while and a few sips I very much needed to go. I told Amber I would be right back and went to the washrooms. The are two single occupancy rooms and they were both empty. I took one and it looked and smalled very clean. I locked the door, pulled down my yoga pants and blue string and plopped my rear end on the seat. I peed and when I was done I leaned forward and started to push. My first turd was really wide and as it stretched my hole I couldn't help letting out a very audible moan. But since I had no neighbours or anything it was fine. It made a big splash and some of the yucky toilet water with my pee in it got on my cheeks, eeww! I took a couple of minutes to push out two more poos, big ones but not as big as the first one. In the meantime I was texting some of my girlfriends. When I felt empty I pulled off some paper and wiped my front and back. I made sure to carefully do my bumcheeks as well, since both of them had gotten splashed! Then I flushed, pulled up my string, snapped it into place and pulled up my yoga pants as well. I washed my hands and left. When I had dropped my turds, I had created quite a bit of a poop smell in the room, so I was happy to see nobody was waiting for the washroom. I took way over five minutes or so, so Amber knew that I had needed a number two, but she didn't comment on it. Later she went to the bathroom and it took her a while, too. Pretty sure she needed a poo as well. That's all I have for today, sorry it is not more interesting!
to Anna from Austria: Welcome back! I'm looking forward to hearing more stories from you. I hope you had a great trip!Kevin
Incontinence Products
Hi everybody. I'm Kevin. I'm 27 years old, IT specialist, and single father of my 10 year old daughter. I'm a long time reader and over the years I noticed something not frequently talked about. I was wondering how many of you guys and gals here use incontinence products, or know anyone who does. Nobody likes talking about incontinence, but both bowel and bladder incontinence affects a huge percentage of both men and women. There are a few people that I know who have continence issues.
My daughter, Ashleigh, has Crohn's disease. Ash has bowel leakage when she is experiencing a flare up. She wears Goodnites, which are absorbent underwear for bedwetting children. They work great for leaks and small accidents, and are discrete under tight clothing. If she is exceptionally ill, she wears TENA briefs because the Goodnites just won't cut it. My sister, who is two years older than me, has trouble holding her bowels too, especially if she has diarrhea. She wears Depends 24/7, although she can usually get to a bathroom in time. Our mom "dribbles" when she laughs or lifts heavy objects. Our dad told us that it started a two years ago and she is too embarrassed to tell anyone. She wears absorbent pads. My best friend dribbles too just like my mom, but I don't think she wears anything. Bladder incontinence affects a lot women, especially after childbirth. Although my friend and sister are kid free, for now.
And lastly, myself. I don't have any trouble holding my bowels or bladder, but I am not ashamed to wear a diaper if I am sick. A long time ago I remember having the stomach flu and being so sick that I couldn't get out of bed. My parents convinced me to wear one of my sister's diapers because I had already had accidents. I still wear diapers when I have diarrhea because accidents happen to everyone.
I'd love to hear from all of you. Have a great day!
Catherine
Birthday Surprise (In More Ways than one)
Well, it was bound to happen. I mean, if you live long enough with a significant other, I imagine it is inevitable.
I took a big dump in my pants in front of Alan on my birthday.
However, it did not ruin the day. It felt like it could or would. But it did not.
Alan planned a big surprise for us over the weekend. Since he is not coaching football this year, he planned a weekend getaway for us to the Alabama game in Tuscaloosa over the weekend. His parents kept the kids and we left Friday afternoon. When we arrived, we ate out that night at an Outback Steakhouse, where I indulged in a large NY Strip Steak, Bloomin' Onion, Salad and vegetables on the side.
We both took pretty good dumps at the hotel that night, and we stayed up late doing things that married couples do. So we slept in. I think we were both exhausted. We worked out together in the hotel's modest weight room and got ready for the day. We decided that we would eat a brunch, though we already ate a cliff bar prior to our workout. We got ready, but I did not poop that morning, which is usually a sign that things might get a little iffy later own. I put on the jeans that I bought a couple of weeks ago. They fit my curves perfectly, but were made with some spandex and were very comfortable. Alan said he loved how I looked. I wore an Alabama jersey made for women, that fit pretty snug in all the right areas and put my hair in a pony-tail. I was proud of the way I looked!
We ate, arrived at the game, where we each enjoyed some hot dogs and sodas. By the 4th quarter, I knew that I was going to have to take a dump. I did not want to leave the game early, even though Alabama had the game in hand, but I could not go to the bathroom at the stadium. The announcer asked fans before halftime not to use the restrooms because of water pressure problems.
Well, I thought, I am a big girl (in more ways than one). So, I thought that I could hold it until we got back to the hotel. As we left the stadium at the end of the game, I finally told Alan of my need. He said that he needed to pee too. I said, I have to do more than pee. He looked at me and said, "Do you have to...take a dump?" And I said, "Really bad. Can we just go back to the hotel before trying to go out to eat?"
Of course he was fine with that. However traffic was not. The pressure in my bowels grew in intensity with each passing moment. We rolled down the windows, as I passed gas regularly to relieve the pressure. However, a block from the hotel I could no longer fart. I had to clench with all my might. I began to get embarrassed and started to cry a little.
Alan told me not to worry. "Oh, I bet you're enjoying this." I said. He said that he was a little but did not want me to feel uncomfortable. We kept going. I was fidgeting, squeezing my hands, biting my lip and doing everything that I could to avoid the inevitable. Somehow, in the back of my mind, I knew that I was not going to make it. I thought, "Why does it have to be me? Why did I have the diarrhea virus in front of him? Why did I get diarrhea at his parents house? Why did I fart in front of him first?" I began to feel a little envious that he never seemed to be in these situations - only me.
Well, we creeped along until we finally made it to the hotel. The urge to go was pretty strong and I told Alan, "I'm not going to make it, Honey." As I got out of the car, I stood up, and EVERYTHING went south. It was like the urge grew ten times stronger in a matter of seconds. I stood with my butt still facing in the car. I pulled the door back to me, where it felt like it shielded me a little, and then...
It happened. My face flushed as crimson as my jersey, and I involuntarily hunched in response to a major cramp. And it all came out. I defecated a mammoth sized load into my panties.
It did not happen very fast. It just kept coming and piling up into my Haines Her-Way panties. Instantaneously, I was surrounded by the strong smell of a major bowel movement. I was almost in a surreal zone, because, we were not in a completely private area. I began peeing my pants. I had to go so bad that I could not stop my bladder from flooding my jeans.
After it subsided, I pushed a little more poop into my panties. The load was huge, maybe bigger than a grapefruit. It was pretty firm, but not as firm as the previous three solid accidents that I have shared on the forum.
When I came to, Alan witness the whole thing and was trying to help me not to be embarrassed. He found a jogging suit jacket in the back of our SUV and brought it to me. I was in tears, but not crying uncontrollably. I looked at him and said I was so sorry! He comforted me, and tied the jacket around my waste.
Oh, the walk to the hotel room was not fun, as we passed several people, as we got into the elevator, alone, thankfully, and as we made it to the room. Alan peed first and then helped me to get out of my poo-filled jeans. He got the shower running for me and helped me to get clean.
I did, and we later went out for a very late supper. I was pretty quiet. I did not know what to say until he began to tell me how much he loved me and that he was sorry that I had the accident. He told me how it made him feel. In short, he was very attracted to me in such a vulnerable state. He was not grossed out, as we did what married couples do when we got back.
However, I still wished it never happened, but I could not be more blessed to have a kind and understanding husband.
Well, here's to 36! I hope that the year turns out better than it began!
Love,
Catherine!
To Tristan- Yeah it would be bad but at least you know you could get away from your friends at that point. Knowing my friends if they found out that I blew up my briefs they would just laugh and poke fun at me lmao.
Carin
Comparing craps competition
Me and Jocelynn both had two hours to kill at school because our choral group practice couldn't begin until 5 p.m. We both had a tough day with tests and as we sat down in the commons to talk after school, Jocelynn mentioned she felt her laxative was about to work. We had eaten a Mexican bar plate at lunch and I told her I felt that I could go too. Such food gives me gas and that helps me go. As we walked down to the music department, which is next to the three gyms, Jocelynn reminded me that we were heading to our favorite bathroom. Its the largest in the school, but because its used by parents and people from throughout our city that come to games and programs, its kept up much better. All cubicles have doors, there's sensors on the sinks, lots of soap, two kinds of hand towels, plus blowers for hand driers. Because the bathroom is used by so many athletes, there's almost no chance of cigarette butts, vandalism and the janitors come through much more frequently.
So me and Jocelynn took stalls right next to one another. We each dropped our jeans and underwear to our feet and took our seat. I remembered we both tinkled a bit and somehow we got to talking about walking across the street to get a hamburger and fries before practice. Jocelynn always said she felt stuffed up when she was constipated, but once she got rid of it she was ready to be a big eater again. We got to joking around and somehow we agreed that the one doing the largest dump would win the contest and the other would buy her dinner. I didn't like the idea because I knew about her constipation and laxative. I remember asking her if the laxative caused her to have a normal formed crap or just a diarrhea. She convinced me it would be big but formed. Mine came first. It took some accelerated pushing and Jocelynn could see by the sliding of my feet and a couple of groans that I had to work to get it out. It wasn't that long, but it was about 1.5 inches wide. That's why it was such a slow slide.
So as I was catching my breath, Jocelynn told me she was about to explode. By her voice, I knew she was serious and scared. She said she was going to hurl and I saw her get off the toilet, turn toward it and I was hoping that wasn't coming. Then she quickly threw herself back onto the seat. There was a gas blast and with ease her crap blasted out. She said she could tell it was a total cleanout, but formed and it hurt her hole to release it. I waited a minute or so, then looked between my legs and her the description of mine. I did two wipes from my seat and placed each of the papers on the floor so they wouldn't cover my crap that I was showing off. I could tell she was still hurting because she was silently sitting. But I was still getting eager to see hers. Was it as big as my brother's arm? Was it so long that it extended outside the water? How wide was it? Then she broke the ice by saying that it smelled like a winner! I teased her with using a drug should be a disqualification.
So as I was unlocking my door, I saw Jacelynn down on her knees in front of the toilet. I heard her lift the seat. She was moving on her knees and I was hoping she wasn't getting nauseated again. Then she told me to come in right away. There was a streak about two inches wide leading to the water. I asked if that was from the previous user. She said no but that her crap has strangely disappeared. I had heard to flush. Like her, I got down on the floor thinking that at least a tail of it could be seen from the toilet hole. The smell was obvious. Jocelynn reseated herself and I told her to see what happened when she wiped. She did. Like six times and showing me the soiled paper each time. I told her to then slowly flush them to see if the toilet would be stopped up. It was amazing. There was like a burp on top of a burp on top of the burp but the papers wouldn't go down.
So I took Jocelynn to my toilet. She saw my crap and I reached down on the floor and tossed the toilet paper in. I flushed it down. Then we washed our hands on the nice equipment. We still had an hour to kill so we walked over to Burger King. We each agreed to pay for our own food. Jocelynn burped several times while eating. I guess that was from the laxative. Then she ran to the bathroom there. It was a one-staller. Luckily, her jeans escaped the mess because she yanked them down just in time. But her underwear was killed by what she called a bucket of soup.
She stepped out of her jeans while I pulled down a long line of paper from the basin towel dispenser. I laid it on the floor and Jocelynn dropped her destroyed underwear on it. I wrapped it and threw it into the towel dumpster. Jocelynn sat on the toilet cleaning herself. She used so much toilet paper that she had to flush twice. Then she pulled up her jeans and while she was washing her hands, I looked into her stall and noticed she even gotten crap on one side of the seat. I asked her for a towel and I wiped it off for the next user.
A half hour later at school, just before practice began, she had to rush back into the bathroom again. She had a little bit more to unload. But it wasn't that bad. Then when we got on the risers for the first of our folk songs, and she felt fine.
BrianW
To Anna from canada
Has it gotten cold enough to see your breath outside in the town you live in? Have you ever gone poop in another country before?
Mina
I surprised very much when find post I didn't write. But I did write it, only, it was about one year before!! There is number 2455 in it. I don't know it appeared before or not. Of course no problem, new people can read, I hope you enjoy. But it is not new post, I want to say strongly. Computer is very crazy machine.
Victoria: Thank you for always nice words! Maho ask, is your brown and curly hair long or short? She says, you sound very beautiful girl.
I don't go too much detail about first motion hour on beige loo in Hisae's flat. It is same story as every time! So you yawn, I think. But this time, Hisae stayed on loo nearly ten minutes, that is very long time for her. Kazuko flush once after five minutes because it sounds, Hisae's bottom very very busy. Second time, we look. We can't see water, only lots motions together cover surface of loo water! Wow Hisae..... But when I look at her, I want cry because so much love in my eyes....
Kazuko was same as usual, it is always paradise to watch Kazuko when she is on loo, she enjoy herself so much, and she do and do and do, she never stop. Where it all come from? (Hisae say, from her bottom, where you think motion come from, feet?) Maho flush three times for Kazuko.
Maho also same as usual. Hard motions and many many. And take time. Maho never hurry. She like to do motion graceful style, as I said in post a year before!
And me.... also I did and did and did, like Kazuko. So very long time. But no one complain. I want to stop, but there are still motions in my bottom, so I do and do, until all empty....it was very good feeling and I cried little bit and Hisae too, when she wipe my bottom for me.
And then as usual, we hug and hug and hug. And then drink tea together.
Our building is concrete so we can't make door between our flats. It is a very pity! But we knock down divider on balcony, so we can go from one flat to other flat by balcony without use front door. Tonight I sleep with Maho in my flat (I call "green flat" because loo is light green) and Kazuko and Hisae sleep in beige flat, but last night Hisae slept with me in green flat. Of course she did motion while I make up, but on weekday, we don't have special motion session, because no time. But Hisae do motion with door open. "Why we have to be separate by door?" she ask. I think same. I don't like barrier between me and friend. I like when I do make up, I see Hisae in mirror, she sit on loo with red face and I hear plop noise many and smell her nice smell.
In green flat, when we look through door, person sit on loo is face to left. In beige flat, face to right. In Hisae's old flat, face to door, but I don't like much, and friends say same thing.
Love to you all
Your very own Mina
(all you don't forget my nice nickname I hope.)Natasha
Hi all. I have a story from today. I've a group project in one of my classes that's due to be presented at the end of next week. On Tuesday, I was meant to meet up with my group to work. There's four other people in the group, two girls and two guys. One of the girls is Sophie, who I mentioned in a previous story, and the other is a girl called Holly.
Anyway, we were meant to meet up at the library, but neither of the guys showed up, so it was just us three girls. We tried texting both the guys to see where they were and if they were coming, but no response. We waited for a while and chatted, but soon it was clear they weren't coming. So We decided to just get some books and head round to Holly's to work on the project.
After an hour or so, Sophie said she needed to go to the toilet. She returned fairly quickly, obviously having only needed a wee. A few minutes later, Holly excused herself to the toilet as well. I was starting to need to a poo myself at that point, so I figured I'd go when Holly returned. Ten minutes went by and Holly was still not back, and my need was growing quite strong by that point. A few minutes later and I couldn't hold it.
I went to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Sorry, are you almost done? Only I really really need a poo." I asked. She said, "Yeah. Just a sec." A little bit later, but what seemed like forever to me, I heard rolling of loo roll, and then a flush. She opened the door before going to the sink. I noticed Holly had used some perfume but it still smelled of poo too. I didn't care though, as I really had to go.
I sat down on the toilet while she was washing up and started weeing and pooing at the same time. She finished and left, closing the door behind her. I let out several small pieces of poo that all came out quite quickly. I still felt a bit more poo was maybe ready to come out, so I waited and was able to push out one last long piece. I wiped and flushed, washed my hands, and rejoined the group.
Alright, that's all for now. Hope you enjoyed. Bye!Krishna
Reply to Krutika
Krutika: I just read your post. I'm a fellow Indian who's prone to soiling accidents just like youVictoria B.
To Krutika
First of all, welcome! We're happy that you're here!
Sorry about all your accidents. Your first one, the one that happened while you were in fifth grade, is something that most of us here probably experienced at some point in elementary/primary school. Girls were routinely bullied in both direct and indirect ways for needing to poop during school. A single fart or plop coming from a stall was enough to give you away and cue comments about the smell or how gross you were for pooping, something which every human does at the most recent check. Was it like that at your school in Delhi?
You mentioned that the second accident, the one at your family dinner (you poor thing!), was solid. Is that normally the case, or do they tend to be softer than your normal logs? If so, you may want to see a doctor because you might be having stomach problems. It could also have to do with your diet-are you vegetarian? I've been trying to eat less meat and last night I had some pizza with red and green peppers and mushrooms. It was delicious, but the mushrooms and cheese almost gave me an accident of my own on my way to the toilet this morning!
Love,
VictoriaBrandon T
comments & stuff
To: TM great story it sounds like you both had good poops.
Well thats all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Jennifer G
Another!
I everybody!
I feel like I'm on a lucky streak! I met another girl, this time at the thrift store I go to, and she had a pee in my car. Before I forget, her name was Tara and she was probably in her 30s, maybe early 40s, but I don't think so because I'm 44, and she looked a little younger than me. I liked her. It all went pretty much the same way as before, I gave her my usual spiel, and she decided that she would go ahead and do it, to my delight. And so Tara peed in my car. She peed right into the seat, just as the previous people had, but she did it a little differently. Instead of sitting directly on the seat, she hovered over it and leaned against the back. I knew it was so she wouldn't get as much pee on herself. I didn't say anything to her though. If she wanted to do it that way, it was fine with me. She was just doing it out of convenience anyway, not for fun like Megan did. But that's okay, I'm just glad she was open minded enough to pee in my car.
Now speaking of Megan, she definitely did it for fun, because she actually called me yesterday and asked me if there would be a good time that she could meet me somewhere so she could do it again. I told her possibly this weekend, so we'll see what happens. As I said in my last post, Megan is good in small doses. But I might be willing to do it anyway, since it would mean more pee in my car, and also Megan said that she had a friend (a girl) who wanted to try it too. So I'll defintely keep you posted. If it happens, the friend will be the 5th person to pee in my car, including me.
Bye for now,
JenniferMina
Dear Anna from Austria
Sorry, I wanted write this yesterday and I sent post without finish. How was your trip to Japan? Was my advice helpful for you? I hope you had good trip, and no trouble dealing with high-tech Japanese loo, or hole-in-the-ground Japanese loo, so you could do motions relaxed when you want.
I am looking forward to hear your story.
Love
MinaAdrian
Krutika. I think everyone has accidents occasionally and they're part of life. Judging by what you've said so far (which is all I can do) my hunch is that your soiling accidents are likelier to a result of ignoring the signals your body's giving you and putting off going to the toilet that bit too long than any underlying medical condition. Essentially it comes down to knowing your body and its capabilities as well as its limitations.
Anna. Thanks for sharing your Starbucks poo. You must have felt mightily relieved afterwards.
Bella. Thanks for sharing your story. I'm very wary of laxatives, due to the way they act on the bowel, and even if I was 'in extremis' I'd be very reluctant to use them on holiday - or anywhere away from home for that matter. Anyhow it sounds as though you certainly had a memorable experience and I'm glad you can look back on it with humour.
Kelvin
Agriculture College
As part of my course I have to spend some times at the agriculture campus and I am there all this week. At lunchtime today I was feeling the need to make use of the facilities and went to find the mens. I went in and there is only one cubicle. The cubicle was occupied and you could see a shoe underneath the cubicle and it was evident there was a guy sat on the toilet. Then there was a guy leaning against a sink who was clearly waiting for the cubicle to come free we made awkward eye contact and stood round waiting. The guy was about my age, thin and quite tall wearing a Dickies T Shirt and green cargo trousers. He had dark hair and had long stubble. At least 10 mInutes later a guy wiped several times, finished in the cubicle and the tall guy took his place. I happened to notice the time was 12h15. He was in there until gone 12h30! After he sat down there were a few plops and splashes over the first minute or so then there would be a further plop every couple of minutes. He wiped quickly (only twice) and left me an extremely warm seat!
I'm wondering whether farmers are a group of guys who spend ages on the toilet or was it just because it was Monday and both guys had a massive Sunday Roast to get rid of - as did I! The tall guy knew I was waiting and seemed to be in no hurry.
Esteban
N door less stalls
Good for you for giving it a try. When I was in Jr. Hi and Hi school, all of the toilets in the boys rooms had no doors. No one would use them when the bathrooms were crowded, they'd skink off to an empty back bathroom. Twice I got caught having to poop in front of lots of other boys and their reaction was very unpleasant.
When I found this forum other guys here encouraged me to use the open stalls, and I've found its quite different now that I'm out of school.
Most guys just ignore me. Some say hi. A couple have stopped to have conversations. One guy even asked for some TP and came into my stall.
Now I prefer them to the individual closets being installed at the beach where I live. Keep writing about your experiences, but be sure to avoid trouble.Bianca
Toilets Attack
Hi everyone. Did you know that toilets can attack? On one Bizarre Er episode, a toilet fell on someone's foot. Also, someone fell on the toilet while drunk, and hurt there buttocks. I'd like to clear something up before ending my post. In The Loud House show, it was actually Lucy that clogged the toilet with her Princess Pony book, not Lisa.
PoopingGeek
Mall Dump with a friend
Me and my friend Kayla were at the mall shopping when we both said that we had to go #2 very badly.We walked to the ladies room which had 6 stalls one of which was taken,me and kayla chose stalls right beside each other.We plopped down and heard a loud splash from the other girl who then wiped and left,I started working on my poop,I pushed and produced a thick long turd about 9 inches long followed by a long 12 incher that coiled around the bowl.Kayla grunted and pushed out a loud crackling pile of soft logs,I felt more coming so I pushed and dumped out a fat long log that made a loud splash.Just then a girl with long black hair with blue highlights took the stall beside me and started pushing,She made a couple of large logs and left.Kayla pushed one more time and took a giant dump after that we left feeling better
Catherine
Responses
Mina: I understand now! I think your posts are wonderful! I wish you, Maho, Hisae and Kazuko the very best!!!
Victoria: Thank you for the well wishes! I think that, being a bigger woman, I don't show that I am intimidated, but it really was not nice of the ladies to do that. They poop too! I'm sure it doesn't smell like roses! Also, thank you for your kind words about "Jill" and that incident. It was weird thinking about it.
What am I ever going to do to live down pooping my pants in front of Alan? He hasn't brought it up since it happened. A 36 year old woman should not be pooping her pants in front of her husband!
This is the only bad thing about the amount of vegetables and fiber I eat on a daily basis - it's going to come out. And, once the urge hits, it never subsides. I told Alan later that night that I am sure it won't be the last accident I have.
Brandon T: Thank you always for your responses!
Love to all!
Catherine!
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Krutika
Hello, and a few incidents
Hi, I'm an Indian girl from Delhi, and I'm new to this site. I came across the site when I was searching of ways to prevent soiling accidents. I'm 25 years old, and I've had a pretty accident-prone life so far. I've been reading the stories on this site for the past two weeks and it felt good to know that there are others on the same boat..
The first time I pooped my pants as a "grownup" was at school in 5th grade. I remember lunch had just ended and my stomach was pretty upset. I was just too shy to ask to be excused to the toilet in a class of about 50 students. I ended up pooping in my panties at my desk. It was a solid accident and I remember it coming out very slowly as I was trying extremely hard to hold it back. I was pooping slowly for what seemed like several minutes. I was very afraid to do anything about it, and I just sat there hoping no one would notice. The smell eventually notified everybody of what I'd done. I was mortified about what was happening. My mother was asked to pick me up, I was too ashamed to face her this way. But she was understanding, and eventually lectured me about not being shy of going to the toilet at school.
This started a series of small accidents. Sometimes I don't make it to the toilet on time and poop a little in my pants on the way... I've had a lot of such small accidents that no one has caught. But there have been some major accidents where I was not so lucky.
One embarrassing incident happened some years ago when I was 18. It was a Sunday, and my parents hosted a small family get-together kinda thing, so almost my entire family was there; uncles , cousins , aunts etc etc. I was helping my mother and some others in the kitchen with the big dinner, and I was passing a lot of silent gas. I just kept moving around so no one figures out it was me. Few hours later, I was setting the plates on the dinner table when it happened..a big solid turd rolled up in the seat of my jeans. I froze and shivered. I immediately set the plates down and started walking around in a frenzy . The poop was still coming out and I could feel my pants becoming very tight. It felt like I had 2 warm tennis balls in my pants. I could smell it clearly, it was pungent. I hoped that no one could pin it on me , because there were so many people around and also little kids. I rushed to the toilet to clean up fast, but it was occupied; well the house was crowded with people. I thought of going out of the house and emptying my pants in the bushes somewhere. I just had to get out of there. I was walking toward the door when one of my aunts asked me why I was walking differently. I hadn't realized that I was waddling all this time. I couldn't answer her, I tried to mumble something. I touched the seat of my pants to check the bulge, it was hard and quite big. Then she realized from the smell what had happened. She immediately grabbed my shoulder and turned me around, she was shocked to say the least. I felt my face burning red..soon the news spread around the house and my mom came. She was really pissed. She knew how many accidents I've had in the past few years and her patience was gone I guess. She quickly pulled me to the toilet and I started peeing my pants. She yelled at me for embarrassing myself and her in front of the entire family..I didn't know what to tell her. The odor was an all-present reminder of what I'd done. The cleanup was not hard..the panties were ruined so I threw them away. Mother said she'll wash the jeans, which had a dull yellow circular kinda shape at the seat area.
The dinner later was very awkward for me..I kept silent the whole time and my cousins were staring at me.. That's a day I'd like to forget but can't..
Victoria B.
A few responses
To Mina: Thank you again for everything! I look forward to hearing about your new living arrangement! I'm unfortunately no Beyoncé when it comes to my appearance. I'm 5'9" (175 cm or so) and I wear glasses. My hair is brown and curly and my eyes are a pale shade of blue. I have fair skin, a medium-sized chest, and a round, curvy butt. That just about sums me up!
To Anna: Aww, thanks for the hug! You're so sweet! I was so worn out from both the crying and all the pooping that I had to sit down for awhile. I'm glad you have roommates who understand the occasional bathroom blow-up. Liked your story about going after spin class. Between going commando and carrying on a conversation while going your instructor sounds like an interesting person!
To Catherine: Sounds like you did several big ones! I'm glad you could be there for Jill and lend her a helping hand; it sounds like she was struggling with a huge load! I'm even more glad that she felt comfortable enough with herself and you to admit that she hadn't been for too long and that she needed help. Jill might've needed a visit to the doctor for an enema/suppository or even disimpaction if she went much longer without at least sitting and trying to move her bowels!
Those women from your second story were so rude! I would've given them the same cheeky grin you did had it been me. Hope everything works out at the pharmacy and that you find the right work/life balance!
Love,
Victoria
Mina
Catherine: The story about graceful Maho is on page 2455. Maho said, "i am not graceful, only Mina say a so stupid thing, but I hope you enjoy story and it is useful to you." Of course she said in Japanese. Bad translation is Mina's translation.
Did you read story about Kazuko's mother hit her because she stay in loo too long time? I try to find number, but now I can't find. Kazuko says, she wants to send photo of her do Africa size motion to show her mother that what her mother say about woman do only one motion, small like green pea, is big fibs. Kazuko's mother see Kazuko as fairy princess and fairy princess never do motion. Kazuko often irritate, and when she talk back to her mother, mother hit her. (But Kazuko loves her mother very much, and after angry, she always forgive her mother.)
I hope you drink your all coffee. If you spit out, coffee will not come out of you from correct side!
I think your mayor is very nice woman, she has guilty conscience. She really sorry about give you work which you don't like so much maybe. And you are nice nice woman to forgive her. Perhaps Alan love you more after he hear your story.
End Stall Em: I agree no need to build nest under us. In Japan there is machine in many public loo, we put little piece of loo paper under, and push button, then little bit of medicine come out, to clean loo seat.
But I think many Japanese woman very loose about loo. They use long long paper to clean, and they flush many times, even it is only wee. They don't care environment. I sometimes angry, and Maho very very angry. She is graceful girl, but she has temper!! You don't want see Maho in rage.
Love,
MinaAnna
Hey, it's Anna here. I hope everybody is doing well. Nothing super interesting has happened to me recently, but I did do a big poo at our local Starbucks today. I was having coffee there with my friend Amber this morning and my bum kinda felt really full. After a while and a few sips I very much needed to go. I told Amber I would be right back and went to the washrooms. The are two single occupancy rooms and they were both empty. I took one and it looked and smalled very clean. I locked the door, pulled down my yoga pants and blue string and plopped my rear end on the seat. I peed and when I was done I leaned forward and started to push. My first turd was really wide and as it stretched my hole I couldn't help letting out a very audible moan. But since I had no neighbours or anything it was fine. It made a big splash and some of the yucky toilet water with my pee in it got on my cheeks, eeww! I took a couple of minutes to push out two more poos, big ones but not as big as the first one. In the meantime I was texting some of my girlfriends. When I felt empty I pulled off some paper and wiped my front and back. I made sure to carefully do my bumcheeks as well, since both of them had gotten splashed! Then I flushed, pulled up my string, snapped it into place and pulled up my yoga pants as well. I washed my hands and left. When I had dropped my turds, I had created quite a bit of a poop smell in the room, so I was happy to see nobody was waiting for the washroom. I took way over five minutes or so, so Amber knew that I had needed a number two, but she didn't comment on it. Later she went to the bathroom and it took her a while, too. Pretty sure she needed a poo as well. That's all I have for today, sorry it is not more interesting!
to Anna from Austria: Welcome back! I'm looking forward to hearing more stories from you. I hope you had a great trip!
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: ThatGirl great story it sounds like you had a pretty nasty dump I look forward to reading part 2 thanks.
To: Ashley O great set of stories.
To: Anna great story it sounds like you and Natasha both had good poops and I bet you both felt good afterwards.
To: Catherine great story it sounds like you both had great poops and you were also a great to her as well I bet you got yourself a new poop buddy every once and a while.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
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