Just got off the toilet laid down a good 12 incher my boyfriend overheard and asked if i was dropping rocks in there. I wiped and flushed and i left

Back to normal!

Hi all...

Back for a second post after my first about the porta loo experience at the airshow!

An after effect of the long weekend on the beer and junk food has been the effect it had on my digestion, let me explain normally I am a super regular once a day in the evening pooer and it's always 'normal' nice and easy but not too firm haha.

This week however I have been finding myself going 3/4 days a day and when the need has come it's been mega urgent, not diahreah but soft messy and painful, anyone else find a food and drink binge has this effect on them?

Today has been better only had one poo and it appears to be back to normal, fingers crossed anyway.

Take it easy all and keep posting

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Uncle Harry

To Carin:

I understand your need to get out of the rain storm, as well as take care of bodily needs. Something like that happened to me some years ago. I was driving some distance and pulled into a gas station. I needed to pee badly, parked the car, and ran for the one and only bathroom.It was locked and two women came running toward it, one with keys on a stick. They opened the door just as lightning and a thunderclap preceded a downpour. I thought sure I would get drenched, but one of the women grabbed my arm and pulled me in just in time. The room was spacious with a toilet, a sink, and a men's urinal on the wall. There was some argument between the women about how they were going to pee with a man in the bathroom, but they resolved it. One woman kept her legs together while she was peeing so I couldn't see her piss coming out of hr pussy. The other woman kept her legs apart so I could see everything. When I peed, that woman stood right next to me and watched. We waited a while until the rain stopped and then gassed up and hit the road.


library poop story and a comment

I was in the library today doing some work on a paper I am writing over summer. It was very quiet which was great and I got a ton of work done. I was sipping a large coffee from Starbucks all morning and after about an hour or so I needed a pee. I walked to the little bathroom in the back and when I was done I quickly went back to my paper. I was concentrating real hard but after a little more time my stomach started to act up more and more until I couldn't ignore it any longer. I needed to go back to the bathroom, but this time for another reason. I picked up my bag again and headed to the back of the floor.

As I was approaching the washroom, I noticed a cleaning cart parked in front of it. The girl who often works in the library as a custodian had just entered the bathroom. I have seen her many times, she is a short and curvy latin girl with long black hair. She is very friendly but kinda shy, so I don't know her name. Anyway, I was expecting her to work in the bathroom, but when I came in she was using one of the stalls. She had pulled her black pants and pink panties down to her sneakers and she was peeing noisily into her bowl. I entered the other stall, locked it and hung up my bag. Then I pulled down my yoga pants and black string and plopped my bum on the seat. I peed a bit, but only a trickle. What I needed much more was a big number two!
As it turned out, so did the girl in the other stall! She had finished her pee and was now making little, faint grunting noises. After a few moments I could hear her drop a log with a splash and then the sound of a longer turd crackling out of her bum came from her stall. While she was pooing, I was pushing out a big turd as well. It plopped into my toilet and then I took out my phone to check some of my messages while I was waiting for more poop to exit my behind. The girl in the other stall didn't have to wait though, she kept releasing turds one after the other, perhaps four or five totally and then she farted quite loudly. Just when my second log was coming out, she started to pull off paper in her stall. She wiped, flushed and went to wash her hands while I pushed out two more long turds. It was a bit embarrassing, but my stall was stinking quite a lot at this time. But when a girl has got to go, she's gotta go, right? Finally I felt empty as well. I got some paper to wipe my front and then cleaned up my backside. I used two sheets to do my cheeks and then a few more to work on my bumhole, which was quite messay. Then I pulled up my string and yoga pants, flushed and went out to wash my hands.

When I left the bathroom the girl and her cart were gone, but a little later I saw her when I was about to go home, and she gave me a very knowing grin. I'm pretty sure that she had recognized my pink sandals and knew that I had been her pooping neighbour! That's my story today and I hope you liked it!

to Dan h: Like me, Danielle is quite curvy and a little bigger. But she is a brunette, taller than I am and very pretty. I think she looks a bit like Ariel Winter, though she denies it, haha.

Dan h

To anna and massive clearout at work

Hello Anna lately you told a cool story about going outdoors and you said that danielle eats a lot so I wonder how does she look like?

I also had a massive shit at work this morning. I felt I was about to explode because I did not take a shit in three days. I am constipated sometimes. So I went to the gents and immediately exploded large turds into the toilet. I could not hold it back anymore. I flushed three times to get rid of everything because the toilet was clogged because of the massive load. It smelled really terrible. I feel much better now.

The Dean

Curious Cody's Public Bathroom Survey

1) When you were a young child, how scared were you to ask a parent/teacher/babysitter to use the bathroom?
I don't believe I was ever really scared to ask.

2) Did you ever get scolded, put down or bullied in a public bathroom? What was the reason?
There were a lot of bullies in the Junior high I went to. It was mostly the older 8th graders picking on 7th graders. Every now and again I was peeing at a urinal a big 8th grader named Troy would come up behind me and other 7th graders and pull our underwear up our back while we were still peeing giving me and others a bad wedgie. He did this to me at least 10 times during that year and I still wore brief tighty whiteys so my underwear would always shoot straight up my butt which really hurt. The worst part is that you had to hold your pee or else it would go everywhere and he wouldn't let go unless you said "uncle" ten times and each time I said it he would simultaneously pull on my undies harder causing the word "uncle" to come out in a high pitched voice.

3) Were you ever denied the opportunity to use a public bathroom?
Yes a few times in gas stations and dollar stores. I have IBS so every now and again I can get really desperate. One time I went into a gas station clutching my stomach with tons of gas and needing to take a dump bad. Sometimes when I get a bad IBS attack my gas becomes completely uncontrollable and just blasts out. The middle age Indian woman behind the counter heard my constant loud farting gas as I asked to use the restroom and she denied me saying she didn't want me to make a mess and that I was farting too loud. Unfortunately floodgates opened and I filled my underwear accompanied with thunderous blasts of gas right there in front of her uncontrollably and she immediately covered her nose and pointed to the door for me to leave so I had to make the penguin walk of shame. Really embarrassing.

4) Did you ever do something dumb in a public bathroom?
Not that I can think of.

5) What in a public bathroom scared you the most? (Too many people in the room, place unkempt/lacking cleanliness, urinals, using a different style or color of toilet, auto flusher, someone criticizing you, toilet paper, seat covering papers, overflowing toilets/urinals, waiting in lines, those who stare at you, underwear or other clothing items, etc.)
Probably long lines during an IBS attack or trying to avoid bullies in Junior high and high school.

6. What do you remember being your worst toilet experience to date? Explain.
The time in high school I had an IBS attack and took a huge dump in the morning before the first bell. I dumped and exploded gas in this small bathroom in the back of the school only to find out that three bullies were hiding in the janitor closet and had intentionally took all the toilet paper out of the stalls. They kicked my stall door open and after I got done I tried to leave and find another bathroom to wipe but they grabbed me and gave me a huge wedgie pulling my boxer brief underwear up to my armpits and then shoved my head into a toilet giving me a swirly. Then they carried me by my wedgie to the door and threw me out of the bathroom where two attractive upper classman girls saw me and started giggling at my huge wedgie and wet hair. That was really embarrassing.

7. At what age did your parents let you go into a bathroom on your own?
Probably around 6 or 7.

8. Have you ever used a bathroom as a crutch while at work or school?
Maybe sometimes. Not anytime I can think of off hand.


Comments and a story

Abby C- Getting walked in on in a public toilet is the worst, I don't mind it if it's one of my close friends or family.

Annie from Taiwan- sounds like you must've felt better after that. I don't mind having the runs as long as I'm not sick because I always feel so much better afterwards!

Brandon T.- Thank you so much!

Now on to my story

This story takes place about a year ago. Me and my friend who I'll call Jessica, were going out for dinner together. We went to a nice Italian restaurant since both our favourite foods are pasta, almost any kind of pasta but if I had to choose one I'd have to go with spaghetti! So I ordered spaghetti which is no surprise and Jessica ordered spaghetti also. We both went to the gym earlier that day so we were super hungry even though we ate before we came haha! We both cleared are plates and we're satisfied with our food, it was so good! So I drove us back to her place and I decided I'd stay the night with her. We got changed into our pajamas and watched some movies. My stomach started to feel bubbly. Soon enough I got the urge to poop. Before I could say anything Jessica said that she needed to poop and got up and walked fast to her only bathroom, I quickly followed behind. I saw Jessica rip down her bottoms and drop her bum on the toilet seat. I watched as her face turned red and I heard the crackling of her poop as it was slowly coming out of her. The spaghetti must've went right through both of us! At this time I was starting to really need the toilet. So I asked her to please hurry up. She was in the middle of pooping and couldn't really talk so she mouthed " one second". All of a sudden her poop finally came out with a big splash and Jessica gave a sigh of relief. I was really bursting now so I asked as soon as she could talk to hurry up. Jessica got up and turned around and moved herself to the back of the toilet and said " sit back too me since I am going to be a awhile". I thought it was weird gesture at first but quickly sat down since my I was literally about to poop my pants. So I ripped down my pants and pushed back up to Jessica so that our sore bums (from the gym) were touching and immediately my poop stared sliding out slowly. It felt sooooooo good. While my first log was sliding out Jessica was pushing many medium sized poops out of her. I looked back and saw she was grabbing the back of toilet as she was grunting. My big log finally dropped but that wasn't it. I grabbed the outside of the toilet bowl and pushed really hard. 2 seconds after pushing a ton of wet poop splattered out of me. I asked Jessica if any hit her and thankfully she was clean. I started having really wet and runny poop while Jessica was still having her medium sized turds. After about ten minutes we were both finally done. I look between my legs and saws disaster. You couldn't even see the water it was so full of our poop. I knew it would be a lot but I didn't know it would be that much! Jessica laughed and said "maybe this wasn't the best idea, I don't know how we will flush this!" I said " we will find a way haha". We both wiped our butts which just added to the mess. We tried to flush but to no surprise it got clogged. The plunger did fix it though thankfully. That wasn't the first time I shared a toilet with one of my close friends but that's a story for another time!
Bye bye for now!

Optional Person

To Rochelle, Stacy, and myself.

Your stories really seem to paint a picture, making them even more fun to read. Well if you ever do get a chance on a different kind of toilet, I would give it a try once.

I must say I really enjoy your attachment to your mother. It is pretty cool that you have that bond. Like Mother like daughter.It reminds me of the reason I like poop.

I looked up to this girl named Julia who grew up in my neighborhood, and she let me watch her poop twice. one time in my own house. I was a 9 year old kid and she was 11. she told me to stand outside my own bathroom door as fart after fart burst out of her cute butt while plop after plop went into my toilet and lots of pee in three minutes. my mom called me and I came back as she flushed and she asked me " why I had gone away." Not nearly the same as your up close and personal experience. but as yours was cool for you, mine was cool for me.

Stacy, that must of felt sooooo good, and smelled extremely strong. You'll never forget a dump like that. A dump like that, is one to be proud of.

My butt was giving me a burning feeling. I like it when I can feel the burning feeling in my butt. I could feel the poop in there. I had felt it all morning and had already gone a little bit, but nothing special. I was playing with my cat with a box and wire and it was time. I went to the bathroom and sat on the typical white American toilet, backwards. I pushed out some sloppy poop. It came out sounding like gas making a sputter sound. It had a nice sulfuric eggy/meat smell. It didn't feel hot. then after a quick pause a forceful fart burst out of my butt. I enjoyed that. I don't get those much. Then I felt the burn. and what was left that I could make come out kinda came out in a burning drip. I got up to see what was made. It all formed a cow pie and by the end that is what it smelled like. it was a almost grey brown. a muted brown color. a bit of a blue berry and a bit of corn were both visible in it. and around the pie were lots of tiny and I mean tiny tan almost green shade poop flakes. I wiped my butt a couple times and flushed. I was actually hoping for a bigger explosion, but I don't really get those. Hope you liked it.

Annie (Anny) from Taiwan

Soft poop about 45 minutes after breakfast

Hi everyone. I just came back from the WC and let me say, my stomach feels better now. It's still bloated and more needs out, but it's a start. I finished breakfast about 45 minutes ago (fruits, sandwich, thermos of black coffee and reusable bottle of water) so my stomach was digesting and "working" so to speak. During this time I was surfing the net when I got the "urge", so I went to the WC, closed the door and pulled down my grey shorts, pink & white undies and sat on the toilet. Immediately I let go a stream of pee that lasted about 30 seconds. Once I was finished, I relaxed more and my nice soft BM came out easily and dropped into the bowl, followed by a fart. Once I was done, I reached behind me for some tissues and first wiped my front then reached behind me, stood up and wiped my bum. It took about 4-5 wipes to get clean. I tossed the paper in with the big soft poop in the bowl. It was about 6 inches long lying across the toilet bowl. After I flushed and washed my hands I refilled my water bottle, which I'm drinking now. I'm hoping for a 2nd BM today so that my stomach will be back to normal size.

Happy pooping!



Looking for Tom

In the past there has been a poster here called Tom who has told some excellent stories about women with very stinky bowel movements. For example, he posted about his mother's friend Andrea on page 1841. I always loved his posts but it's been a long time since there's been one and I wanted to see if he was still around. Tom, I'd love to hear new stories if you have any!

But in case Tom is not around, I'd like to invite everyone else to share their stories too. Has anyone ever known a girl that could stink up a bathroom beyond belief? Please share as much about them and their BMs as you can. I would very much appreciate it. Thanks!


Storm Shelter & Bodily Needs

Me and Mom drove two hours to another city for a funeral. After the service and reception, both Me and Mom tried both bathrooms at the place and there was a 4-deep line for each stall. Since Mom wanted to beat the rush hour traffic back, we made a pact to hold it and go when we stopped for gas. I decided not to take a water bottle with me so that the plan would work. Like about 10 minutes into our trip the sky darkened, the wind kicked up and it was obvious we would be going into a bad thunderstorm.

Within 5 minutes branches and yard signs were blowing in front of our car. The wind really shook us and even when Mom slowed down, I found it hard to hold my pee in. The stress was wearing on her too and she said it had been quite a few years since she crapped her pants. (I think she was in college, dating Dad, and drunk back then). There was also a light flashing on the dash board so we were almost out of gas. So we found a gas station. This was one of the really old ones with bathroom doors outside. I pointed that out to Mom and we hit a couple of huge puddles. She pulled up to the side door to the womens room. She said if the door was locked and we had to go to the front of the building we would be drenched rats. I had not heard that expression before. Just then hail stones started to come down. Luckily we had only about 5 steps into the bathroom. Thank God the door was unlocked.

This was a one toilet, one sink small room. Mom said I could go first, but as I started to pull my slacks down, she said "####--I can't wait" and she yanked her clothing down, and dropped to the seat. There were two claps of thunder and lightning caused the dim light on the ceiling to flicker. I knew she must be going a huge crap because she was rocking forward and backward, hands on thighs while sliding herself as far back on the seat as possible. Then she grabbed me and told me there was room for me in front of her. Although I was now in middle school, I had fondly remembered going to the bathroom with her years earlier. Only then she would take out a hairbrush and do my hair.

The rain, thunder and wind was so hard we couldn't hear what each other was producing. I looked in front of us and our footprints on the tile. Mom noticed the rainwater coming in from under the door. I knew we had latched it. Mom said she had been constipated and felt more coming. My pee finally stopped but I just like the safety of staying seated. Mom made a couple more splashes into the bowl and I saw more floor water coming in. Then I saw between my legs on the front of the O-shaped seat some carvings into the wood. I tried to make sense of them. Then I looked down and saw some yellowish stains in Mom's underwear. But I decided not to say things because I had a 2-inch streak in mine from when I had been with her at the mall that morning. We continued to sit and talk for about 10 minutes until the storm let up.

Then we had to pump the gas.

Annie (Anny) from Taiwan

Urgent pee at naptime

Hi everyone. I just came back to bed from the WC after having an urgent pee. I felt the urge come on pretty strongly about 8 minutes ago, so I walked to the WC in just my underwear and t shirt (since I'm supposed to be napping and I only sleep in a t shirt and underwear, and since my husband and brother-in-law aren't home). I closed the WC door, pulled my blueish-green boy shorts underwear down and sat on the toilet where I let out an absolute torrent. Whoosh! All that pee came out in what felt like a flood. It splashed noisily into the toilet and my bladder was thanking me for the major release. I reached behind me for the tissues when I was done. I used about 2 tissues to wipe. I put them in the toilet, stood up, pulled my underwear up and flushed the toilet. I feel better now. Haven't needed to poop yet today though, despite having coffee and lots of water earlier. Oh well. Here's hoping for results after dinner.

Happy pooping and peeing!



Survey answers

1) When you were a young child, how scared were you to ask a parent/teacher/babysitter to use the bathroom?

I was terrified! And to this day I still don't know why because I never had a problem actually using the bathroom. It was just asking. Because of this I got rather good at holding! My mother used to ask if I needed the toilet and I'd say no, even though I was visibly desperate.

2) Did you ever get scolded, put down or bullied in a public bathroom? What was the reason?

Never :)

3) Were you ever denied the opportunity to use a public bathroom?

I had been told no on the rare occasions I did ask my teacher but that's it .

4) Did you ever do something dumb in a public bathroom?

I tried squatting on the seat once. My foot slipped and I nearly broke my ankle. Never again.

5) What in a public bathroom scared you the most? (Too many people in the room, place unkempt/lacking cleanliness, urinals, using a different style or color of toilet, auto flusher, someone criticizing you, toilet paper, seat covering papers, overflowing toilets/urinals, waiting in lines, those who stare at you, underwear or other clothing items, etc.)

probably the chance of the door not locking and people walking in on me, or peeking between the gap in the door. When I was young adults used to scare me too because of the height difference. But surprisingly some teenagers actually made me feel more comfortable, having a welcoming appearance and letting me go in front of them in the queue or making sure I wasn't bumped into.

6. What do you remember being your worst toilet experience to date? Explain.

Probably the really disgusting bathroom I used at a school a few years ago . None of the doors had locks, the seats were either loose, broken or missing. Graffiti everywhere. But the other option was going in my clothes.

7. At what age did your parents let you go into a bathroom on your own?
I remember it well! My ninth birthday. We had gone out shopping and before then I was kinda allowed to go on my own, my mother would stand outside the cubicle door. But I was a big girl now! She waited outside the bathroom door but other than that I went on my own, nobody stood outside the cubicle.

8. Have you ever used a bathroom as a crutch while at work or school?
Once or twice, usually if the class was boring or I had finished my work. I sat at the front all the time and worked hard so the teachers would often send me on an errand, knowing I would be able to catch up . I'd take the time to sit on the toilet and have a break even if I didn't need to go.


Story about Nicole

Hey it's Ellie and in one of my previous stories I mentioned my friend Nicole. Well after the time I had an accident in the parking lot of my high school I told her about it and she remembered the other story I told on here about doing it in my pants on purpose in school. Well she kept asking me if I did it on purpose this time too, which I tried to convince her wasn't true. She seemed very interested in me going to the bathroom in my pants but I didn't think much of it at the time. Anyway this happened when we were both juniors in high school and actually it was the winter break after I had the parking lot accident. I went over to Nicole's house to hang out and another one of our friends named Bridget was there too. Bridget had just moved to our town and we made friends with her but didn't really know her that well yet. So obviously I was mortified when Nicole said "Tell Bridget about your accident the other day!" I turned red and didn't really say anything. Bridget was sort of embarrassed too and we just let it go. Anyway we decided to go see a movie. We got to the theater and bought popcorn candy and drinks. Anyway, I don't know about Nicole and Bridget, but by the time the movie was over I had to use the bathroom rather badly. The lines were very long and Bridget still wanted to wait in them but Nicole insisted it would be faster just driving home. We got to her car and I could tell Bridget didn't feel well at all. Nicole was driving and she also looked like she was in pain. I was about to ask if she was ok when I got hit by a sudden cramp and visibly jumped forward in pain. "Are you alright?" Bridget asked. "I have a really bad stomachache" I told her and she said the same thing was happening to her.

We got close to Nicole's neighborhood when she said the road was closed and turned the other way. We couldn't see any signs saying it was closed and we were demanding she turn back. Nicole drove about 2 miles before she said "I think I'm going to have an accident." "Well if you had just gone home like you were supposed to you'd be fine." I snapped at her. She asked me to hand her one of the towels she had in the back, which seemed weird because there was no reason to have towels in the winter that I could think of. Anyway, she pulled off to the side of the road and put it under her. We wanted to get out and go on the road but there were lots of people in cars and it was too cold anyway. As soon as she put the towel under herself she told us to do the same. We reluctantly did but told her we wouldn't need them. Nicole started driving again when I heard the hissing of her peeing into her jeans and the towel. She looked relieved but also a little embarrassed. Then she sat up and I heard her grunt. I thought to myself "surely she's not pooping" and I looked over at Bridget who looked equally stunned. Nicole kept pushing and completely pooped herself, when she was done she apologized for the smell. I told her to hurry and get home so we could use the bathroom. She started driving the right way again but took the long way around. By this point I could barely hold it and was peeing little bits on every bump in the road. I started to smell something bad but it wasn't Nicole. I looked to Bridget and she was bright red. I knew what she did but didn't want to upset her so I didn't say anything. She saw me looking and whispered sorry to me. We pulled into the neighborhood when I lost it. I started peeing full force into my pants and then I started having diarrhea-like poop in my pants. Nicole saw this and smiled and Bridget just stopped trying because I had an accident and let loose too. So, we went inside and after we all cleaned up Nicole told us something. She said that she planned this whole thing and that she slipped laxatives into our drinks to make us have accidents with her. I was mad at her but I was worried about Bridget because she was really shy and I thought she would be very upset about it all. But she seemed perfectly ok with it and asked Nicole why she did it, like was it a joke or what. Nicole said " well I sort of wanted to see what it was like because I heard about Ellie's accident but I didn't want to do it alone." "Why did you want to see what it felt like?" Bridget asked. Nicole told us that she was just curious and that she sort of liked the thought of it. She even said she might do it again. Bridget looked surprised but didn't say anything. She finally spoke up and said that she sort of liked the relief of it too. Anyway that's all the time I have for now but I'll tell more stories about all three of us again soon.


Uncle Harry

Answers to Curious Cody

1 Not scared
2 No
3 No
4 No
5 Nothing
6 Don't remember
7 6 years. By law, 5 years was the latest a child could go into the bathroom of the opposite gender. By practice, it was often violated however.
8 Yes. In school, to escape anything I didn't want to do. This is called "taking a navy shit".


to allie

Allie - I sympathise with you as I used to have the same issue! The bus home from school would be torture sometimes if I was desperate for a wee. I'd leak in my knickers from time to time, but only had a couple of full on accidents.


my mom helped me poop out a boulder

Me again! I'm glad to know that people liked my first story. For my second story, I thought I'd share one of the fairly recent times I was extremely constipated and my mom had to assist me. This took place a few months ago, perhaps in April or May.

I had gone back to my childhood home for the week to spend some time with my mom. On this day, I hadn't pooped for a good 4 or 5 days. I was helping my mom run some errands early that afternoon. After going to the post office, the bank, and the dry-cleaner's, we stopped at wal-mart to pick up some groceries. We went in, grabbed a shopping cart, and began to shop. Only a few minutes into our grocery shopping, I was hit with a huge stomach cramp. It came out of nowhere. I was feeling fine all day up until that moment. I moaned quietly as I bent forward slightly and grabbed onto the cart with one hand and my stomach with the other. I told my mom we'd better hurry and get home because I was feeling like I might be able to poop. Mom suggested that I go to the wal-mart bathroom and try to poop. She said she would meet me there after she finished with the shopping. I don't have any problem peeing/pooping in public, but I figured this was going to be quite an episode and would be easier if I were at home. Besides, I didn't want to leave her and make her get all of those groceries on her own, but she insisted so I headed for the bathroom at the front of the store. I was the only one in there at first. There were 4 normal stalls and one handicap stall at the end. I took one of the middle ones. I sat down, peed a bit, and gave some soft pushes. "Nn ...... nnh ..... nnnnnnhhh." I felt a dry, hard mass sitting a few inches up my butt, but it wasn't moving. I tried again, a bit harder this time. "Unnnnnhhhh ........ uuuuuunnnnnnhhhhhhhhh ......... MMMHH!" Still no luck. I took a break from straining and started massaging my stomach, which was quite sore and swollen. Some soft groans escaped my mouth while doing so. I decided to try again. I leaned forward and reached around to spread my buttcheeks open with my hands. I kept straining, pausing between pushes to catch my breath. "Uuuuuunhh!" .... *gasp* .... "NNNNnnnnnhh!!" .... *gasp* .... "nnnuuuuhhh!" I felt my poop start to move. It hurt quite badly, causing me to groan. "Ohhhhhhhh!" Just then, I heard someone enter the bathroom and take the stall next to me. I decided to take another break from pushing and rub my stomach again. I couldn't help but moan since it was hurting quite a lot. I tried not to make too much noise. "Ohh ...... ohhhhh ...... mmmmmh ..... Ah! ..... Oooooooh." The woman next door finished peeing but didn't stand up. She hesitated a few seconds before asking, "Dear, are you alright over there?" She sounded like she was in her 60's, maybe. "I'm okay," I responded. "I'm just - *gasp* ooh - having some difficulties." "Oh, you poor thing. Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked. "I think I've got it under control, but - Ahh! - thank you for your generosity," I said. She wished me luck, washed her hands, and left. My poop was just inside my ass, touching my hole but not sticking out yet. It felt like concrete. I began to bear down. "Hhhnnnnn! Mmmmmmmmmm!! NNNnnnnggggg!! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh!!!" My eyes widened as the poop begain to inch out. It was huuuge!! It got stuck after 2 inches. It was rounded, the tip being narrow and it clearly getting fatter from there. It wouldn't budge. I was in agony! I didn't want to do it, but I knew I was going to have to be a bit vocal if I wanted to get this boulder out of me. Much louder than before but not loud enough to hear from outside the bathroom, I grunted. "UUUUNNNHH!! UUUNNNNNNNNHH!! NNNNNNNNN!!! HHMMMMMMM!!! ENHH!! ENNNHH!!! MMMMMMMMM!! UUUGGGGGHHH!!!" I was crying by this point. The pain was unbearable. I could hardly push, it was so painful. I grabbed the sides of the toilet seat and groaned as my stomach muscles involuntarily pushed vigorously. "Ohhhhhhh! .... Ow! .....Muuuuuhhh! .... Ahh! ..... Owwwwwwwww!! ....... OoooOoohh! ..... Enhhhh!" At that point someone else entered the bathroom. It was my mom. "Lavah??" she called. "Mmmh, mom, we've got a problem," I groaned, unlocking the stall so she could come in. I told her about the boulder. I bent forward so she could see it. She told me to try pushing again if I could. She rubbed my hips as I strained. "Ennnhhh! Ennnnnnnnhhh!! Uuuuuuhhhhhh! Uuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhh!" Nothing. "Mom, it hurts so bad!" I cried. "Oh, Lavah... Let's get you home and see if we can get this out of you," mom suggested. I wrapped some toilet paper around the turd and stood up. My mom gave me her cardigan to tie around my waist so no one would see the bulge through my pants. She kept her arm around me as we left the store. I couldn't properly sit down in the car, so I laid across the backseat. My mom got a bucket out of the trunk and put it on the floor beside me in case the poop started to come out before we got home. (It didn't.) I closed my eyes and cried softly for the whole 15 minute car ride while my stomach continued to violently push against the concrete turd.

When we got home, I went straight to my mom's ensuite and sat on the toilet while she put the groceries away. I hunched over and sort of massaged my buttcheeks near my butthole while I waited for her. She entered a short time later and knelt down in front of me. After rubbing my stomach for a few minutes. she suggested I take off my pants and undies and sit facing the other way around to help spread my legs. I did as instructed. Mom wrapped her arms around my waist, digging her fists into my stomach as I strained. I felt comfortable being loud in the privacy of my mom's house. "NNNNNNNNNNNHHH!!! UUUUNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! MMMMMMMMMUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!! HHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!! RRRRRRNNNNNNNN!!!!!!! OWWWWWWWWWWW!!!" I burst into tears again. "It's not working!" I screamed. "Hold on. I'll be right back," she said. She returned shortly with a rolling pin and told me to lay across the counter on my back with my butt hanging over the sink. This is an old trick she's used on me ever since I was little. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. She placed the rolling pin at the top of my stomach and rolled downward very firmly, as if she were rolling out dough. I moaned in pain. "Ohhhhh ...... Mmmmmmmmhh ...... Owww ...... Ennnhhh." After a few minutes of this, I was hit with a MASSIVE stomach cramp. I immediately ran back over to the toilet and sat down (the normal way this time). I doubled over clutching my stomach as I felt the boulder moving. Mom rushed to my side and rubbed my back and hips. I didn't have to push. My stomach was contorting itself in all kinds of positions to try and move the turd. Waves of pain went all through my body as it involuntarily pushed. I was moaning, groaning, screaming, and crying in pure agony. "Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh! Oh! Oh! Owwwwwww! NNNNNNN!!!!! MOM!!!" "You're okay, sweetie, you're okay. Let it come. You're doing great." It kept coming, getting even fatter. "OHHHHHHHH! ENH! AAAHHHHHHH!! HHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!! OH! UUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHH!!! RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAA!!!! NNNNNNNRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OW!!!!!!!" The fattest part was now out. I reached for my mom's hand and squeezed it as the turd slowly came out and landed with a thud. I let out the biggest sigh of relief. I stood up so mom and I could have a look. It was gigantic! It was shaped like an oval, slightly knobby and very dark in color. I felt my stomach rumbling and quickly sat back down and proceeded to let out 3 or 4 waves of very mushy poop. It hurt a little since my stomach muscles and butthole were so sore, but it was nothing compared to the pain I just experienced with the boulder turd. Mom rubbed my stomach gently until I was done. Afterwards, I went into the kitchen to get some ice cubes out of the freezer. My mom has those fancy ice cube trays that make slender, cylindrical ice that can fit into a water bottle. I took 2 of the ice cylinders and put them up my butt as sort of an internal ice pack. I spent the rest of the day napping on the sofa while my mom massaged my stomach every few hours. I was exhausted.

That's it for my second story. I hope it was good! Sorry it was so long.

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Abby C at least you were able to finish pooping after that.

To: Annie From Taiwan another great story.

To: Alice great story it sounds you really had to poop.

To: Mina as always another great story about you and your friends it sounds like you all had great poops.

To: Taylor great story your poop in the porta potty

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Uncle Harry

Contests in the Garage

This really is the final alley post before we moved to the high-rise apartments. I and three other boys sometimes had a contest to see who could best piss into the drain in the abandoned garage. One time, I thought I saw a face in the window just as we were taking out our dicks. When we got them all out and ready to start pissing, the face in the window came in..a girl. One boy quickly put away his dick. "Hi, guys", the girl said. "I'm going to be the judge in your pissing contest. I'd join in your contest if I could, but I don't have the right equipment". I new this girl. She lived in the neighborhood and her name was Cathy. I had seen her pee a few times when she had straddled the drain with her pants off while I was peeing into it. Bob, who had hid his dick when Cathy came in, thought a bit, and decided to take it out again. Anyway, we decided to let Cathy be our judge, provided she would pee into the drain afterward. She agreed. She pulled out a stopwatch as we got around the drain. Very official, she was. 1-2-3-go, she counted out, as we all let go our urine. Some of us were late starting. I started first and ended last, so I won. Now it was Cathy's turn. She gave me the stopwatch. Then she took off her pants and panties, straddled in front of the drain, and crouched back a little right over the drain. At my signal, she let go, with her well practiced aim, as I started the stopwatch. I stopped it at 32 seconds. Not a record for her, but pretty good. We all applauded. She and I peed in the drain under the building back stairs several times before we moved that summer. That was the last I ever saw of her.

Canada pooper

To Jimmy and midwest mom

Jimmy I'm absolutely interested in more of your stories and I'll post the sleep over story next week as promised

Midwest mom if you have any bed or couch peeing stories I'd be happy to read them I guess my first question is when did your daughter first do this on purpose and what was your initial reaction?

Abby C

Walked in on....... Again and More!

A few years ago I posted a story about an embarrassing experience where I was walked in on. Today I was walked in on and it was so much worse and I can't believe the kid that walked in on me said the things he said. I was at the mall again waiting for a friend to go to a restaurant. I was urging for my daily poop since I didn't go that morning. I walked to the bathroom and the stalls were jammed. I managed to get a good clean stall with just enough toilet paper. The lock DIDNT WORK!! So I needed to make sure I hurried up. I put my shorts at my ankles and sat down and just sat there. Then a kid started screaming and jumping in the stall next to me. His mom was on the toilet with her pants at her ankles who looked to be pooping. I wish she had just gone to the family bathroom since a boy cant be in the girls room. Then I heard a slam and it was her stall door falling against the floor then the kid ran into my stall and then yelled to his mom "mommy her vagina is hairy just like yours" and I'm not even joking. She pulled her kid back and left I closed my stall back up and started to push then about 10 workers came in because I guess the right side of the stall fell also I don't even know what happened. I pushed a foot long poop in the toilet and peed. I met up with my friend and we ate at McDonald's. We went to the movies right next to the mall. We were watching Spider Man and my friend Jane said that she really had to poop. There was really no one there since we saw the showtime at 9:30 so we just left our stuff there.We walked to the bathrooms and they weren't that good the ones with stall doors either had no seat or they had diaherrea in them me and Jane waited after the movie to go. Once the movie was over we walked back to my house and we took the long way. We walked into this marsh with long grass. I usually poop outdoors here so I have my own spot. The movie ended around 1130 and I told my mom I'd be home by 12. We walked into the long grass and found a spot. We put our pants at our ankles and straddled next to each other we both farted for a bit and peed. She said to me "Damn it I feel like I'm gonna shit all over this place". She said to step back and poop came out of her like a pee stream and it went on for about 10 seconds. I peed and then and then let out a long piece of poop. We didn't have toilet paper so we got back to my house and Jane was going to sleep over. That's my story for now Goodbye

Abby C

Uncle Harry

Advice re: Concert Toileting

To: Sarah

I'm not sure what your situation is, since I can't find earlier posts about this, but here are ideas. Don't go to concerts alone. If some need to go to the toilet, others can guard their spots. If you have chairs, put something on them to mark them. If you are sitting on the ground, put markers on your spots. Garden markers are good. Be a carrot, bean, or some other ????, or be a flower. If you don't want to leave your spot, then, for poop, wear a heavy cloth diaper, large enough to hold your poop, but not so large that the poop spills out. Pee is a much more difficult problem, as you well know. There are portable urinals for both men and women, but all require exposing your genitals. I don't thint many people want to do that. I've seen a wearable one for men, but it is bulky. I have not seen one for women. If the line at the ladies is too long, use the men's.If both are too long, find a bush or building to hide behind..or just to it wherever. Well, that is all I can think of. Good luck.

Annie (Anny) from Taiwan

Having the runs after breakfast with black coffee

Hi everyone. I'm sitting on the toilet right now, about 40 minutes after breakfast with a big thermos/travel mug of black coffee and 2 reusable bottles of water. And boy is it working on my bowels. I'm having the runs! But I'm not sick, just getting a good clean out from the black coffee, 2 bottles of water and the healthy food. Peeing a bit and a couple pieces of soft poop spurted out. Rubbing my ???? to get things moving a bit more. Makes me happy that I have 1-2 healthy soft poops each day with no straining needed. Peed a bit more. Just did a small burp. Well, that's it. My body doesn't need to poop anymore yet. Time to wipe. Reaching behind me and standing up to wipe. It took 4 or 5 wipes to get my bum clean to avoid skidmarks in my pink and white undies. Tossing the toilet paper in the bowl with the pile of soft poop and flushed the toilet. Pulled up my shorts and underwear and used a bit of shampoo and the toilet brush to clean the skidmarks out of the bowl. Flushed again. Went to the sink to wash my hands then dried them. And now I'm back on the bed finishing writing this and will drink more water to hopefully push the rest of my post-breakfast poop out. For the time being I need to refill my water bottle and rehydrate as this is a hot country.

Happy pooping!


Curious Cody

Public Bathroom Survey

Some of you have asked for a survey. This one is on public bathrooms.

1) When you were a young child, how scared were you to ask a parent/teacher/babysitter to use the bathroom?

2) Did you ever get scolded, put down or bullied in a public bathroom? What was the reason?

3) Were you ever denied the opportunity to use a public bathroom?

4) Did you ever do something dumb in a public bathroom?

5) What in a public bathroom scared you the most? (Too many people in the room, place unkempt/lacking cleanliness, urinals, using a different style or color of toilet, auto flusher, someone criticizing you, toilet paper, seat covering papers, overflowing toilets/urinals, waiting in lines, those who stare at you, underwear or other clothing items, etc.)

6. What do you remember being your worst toilet experience to date? Explain.

7. At what age did your parents let you go into a bathroom on your own?

8. Have you ever used a bathroom as a crutch while at work or school?

My answers:

1. One of my babysitters seemed especially annoyed about taking me to the bathroom, especially if she herself had used one a few minutes before. She said I needed to think ahead.

2. The stalls in many of the guys' rooms are non-doored. If you're sitting scared, chances are you will get picked on.

3. A few times. At 24/7 convenience stores and gas stations. If you weren't with a parent or you weren't a customer, they assumed you were going to mess the place up.

4. Unfortunately. At the circus when I was about 8 I finally talked my mom into going in alone. I took my seat, dropped my shorts and seated myself for a poo. It was soft and went into my underwear because I had forgotten to drop 'em.

5. Waiting in lines and those who stare at you when you finally get into a cubicle.

6. In 1st grade with about 15 guys in the restroom, I had been so looking forward to crapping that I forgot to put down the seat. I feel into a bowl of dirty yellow pee and hurt my elbow. I was taken to the nurse and excused for the rest of the afternoon.

7. I was in 3rd grade and about to turn 9. I complained to my father who then talked to my mom about giving me a try on my own.

8. Coming back into our school from recess, an extended bathroom stop was common to stall off taking a test. At my first job (fast food) quickly asking my supervisor for a bathroom break was common when we would see a busload of people ready to turn in from the highway.

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Lavah first welcome to the site and great story it sounds like Rae was big help with your monster poop and I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Kayla it sounds like you had a rough day.

To: Rachel welcome to the site and great story it sounds like you were pretty desperate.

To: Ben I bet she felt good after that big poop.

To: Keenyo great story.

To Anna as always another great story.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site

Luv's lightning MWF
Reply to Sarah Peeing at concert;

At a local 4th of July fireworks show this year, I wore black spandex bicycle shorts and flip flops and peed in them twice that night. Works for me. But do it slowly so that it is not obvious!!

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