Road trip with familyMy husband and I are driving to his friends house for a few days with our daughters in tow. Emily is 7 and Candace is 3. The weather conditions were amazing so we took our time and stopped at restaurants along the way. After lunch we drove for about an hour when Candace says "mommy I have to go to the bathroom". Then the feeling started going
around to everyone in the car. Sadly there were no rest areas for about 30 miles or more. Dale pulled off to the side of the road. Myself and the two girls walked a little ways until we were out of sight. Emily pulled her shorts down and peed not a problem. It wasn't her first time peeing outside we take quite a few road trips. Suddenly I got a sharp pain in my stomach I had to do more than pee and fast. I got Candace situated and I told Emily to watch her sister I'm just going to be over here. I was around the corner from the girls but was still able to see and hear them. I pulled my jeans and underwear down put them up on the tree branch and took my sandals off. I didn't have time to squat so I leaned against the tree and covered my pussy the best I could. Mushy poop started coming out of me faster than water coming from a garden hose.
I called out to the girls and they said they were walking back to the car with daddy. I moved further down the tree and got into a more comfortable squatting position. My bum was starting to stretch I knew there was a large turd on its way. I let out a couple of really loud farts and then started to push. A fat knobbly turd was inching out slowly. I started to sweat and had to stop for a minute. I peed and then started pushing again. The sweat was just pouring off me. My bum stretched a little more but the turd was stuck. I reached behind me and pulled my butt cheeks apart and pushed some more. The hard part was finally over, the turd is just sliding out now. The poop was sliding out for a good 2-3 minutes before I heard a thump. I looked down and this thing was massive. I'm only a small woman so I don't know how that came out of me. The rest of the turds were easier to pass. Finally I was finished, I cleaned myself up got dressed and headed back to the car. Dale asked me if I was okay and I said yes but that was harder than giving birth to our children.
School Bathroom LogWhen I was in middle school I had multiple teachers each day. Some were really cool that if you had done your work and doing well in their class, you could sign out for the bathroom. Others were more strict and my male science teacher who had been at the school for about 40 years, would ask you so many questions (some sarcastically)that some of the students would just turn and give up. One of his famous lines: "So if this is becoming a daily need, maybe we should just ask the office to add it to your schedule." "Do you think you deserve 1/2 or a full credit for it? "Perhaps we should give you an award at Awards Night for what you've accomplished in the bathroom." The really immature boys were seated in the front and when we would ask permission for a bathroom pass our teacher who had a loud voice could be heard by those in front and they would routinely hand-bump one another as we were questioned.
So my mom urged me to record in my notebook a log of when I asked and was allowed to go to the bathroom during each of my classes. I tried to make sure that I only went once a week from each of my classes. Once or twice a week when I had to crap I would hold it until lunch or 7th hour PE because that didn't require permission. I found I needed to pee at least once each day and the log helped me keep from getting into trouble from any one teacher. But the downside was that the cafeteria and PE toilets were deplorable. Often they were out of toilet paper and a couple of times there was urine on the seat but I had no choice to avoid it. I just sat down and made the best of it. At the end of the year I had a pretty extensive bathroom log that my mom asked to see. She went to the same school, too, although about 25 years earlier. She has always said somethings aren't going to change. Because now my son and daughter are going there and nothing has changed about the bathroom situation.
My GameI forgot to share what I think of when I hear the phrase "take a dump."
Basically, this is my favorite phrase. It's a little crude, yes. But this phrase should not be used when you are going to drop a "dainty deuce." Rather, this is when you MUST get to the bathroom, because the urge to go is rather strong. And, once you get there, it's going to be a lot. It could be any consistency, from 2-6 on the Bristol Scale. But whatever it is, it's going to be big!
(Please play along!)
To WYes, there are times, when I fart before I go, especially if the urge is strong. But it does not happen always.
First Outdoor Camping ExperienceWell, the day finally came: I went camping for the first time with my brothers boy troop.
It was a fun experience, but for me personally, I needed an air mattress to sleep on since I had trouble sleeping on the ground with my sleeping bag only.
After we set up our tents and the fire, we sat around it and talked until midnight when we went to bed. We made s'mores and hotdogs, but then our scout master took a group of us to use the bathroom at a church on top of the hill. Even though that I could've just peed in the woods, I went along anyway. Our outhouse was old and run down, so we'll rebuild it later on during the year.
Before we it was midnight, I only peed outside once before bed. I didn't get an urge to poop at all during the one night stay, but I may in the future if I go camping again.
Peeing in The Men's BathroomI work in a mid-size company as a senior accountant. When I first arrived, I was told of the policy of choosing any bathroom you wanted. I always used the lady's. A few men were there using the urinaks, but that didn't bother me. One man came in, went into a stall, didn't close it, pulled down his pants, sat down, pushed his penis into the bowl, and peed like a woman. I had never been in a men's bathroom before, but I thought I should. So I went in and found several men peeing into the urinals. One glanced at me and the others ignored me. I went into a stall, left it open, pulled down my pants, sat down with my legs apart, and peed heavily. A few glances was all I got, except for one man, who stayed and watched for a while and then left. Some other men came and went. I finished pissing and redressed. That was my introduction to the men's bathroom. I used it latter.
Annie (Anny) from Taiwan
Having runny poop after 1 1/2 black coffeesHi all. I just finished washing & hanging the laundry, shortly after having 1 1/2 black coffees that my husband bought from a Taiwanese 7-11. So right now I'm sitting on the toilet having a runny poop, with my grey capris and dark blue underwear just below my knees. The floor is wet, since my brother-in-law just took a shower so I don't want to get my pants wet. Stomach is cramping. Just rubbed it. Just peeked into the bowl just now, my goodness what a mess. Don't need to go anymore. Took a few tissues from behind me and wiped well. Put it into the messy bowl below. Pulled up my capris & undies and flushed and washed my hands. I know there's more in my stomach that needs out, but I'll continue drinking lots of water and will probably poop after lunch.
Annie from Taiwan
I was out shopping with friends and all of a sudden I need to poop I went to the toilet and only had one cubicle I quickly ran and slammed the door shut and quickly locked the door I started letting out 7 soft but very very big pops followed by a very long fart, another women came in while I was letting out a further 4 more smaller poo's I had to wipe myself a multiple of times and had to flush the toilet 5 times to get rid of it all. I started walking out of the toilet and the other women stepped in she didn't batter an eyelid so I started washing my hands and all I could hear was continues farts letting loose and poops just splattering out !
Sunday, August 20, 2017
Constipation getting betterHi everyone, a quick post from me, but first a few comments/ replies.
Evan- I don't worry that much about my friends seeing my skidmarks, they get them too so that makes it a lot less embarrassing! I guess if you have such good friends that your happy to go to the toilet in front of them it wouldn't really be a problem. However I did get really embarrassed when I was at school and I was changing for gym or Games and I knew I had really bad skidmarks which would show right through to the back of my knickers, normally that would happen when I was desperate to have a poo but waited until lunchtime to use the toilet, and quite often by the time I got on the loo a log would have been poking out of my bum and so my knickers would have got dirty. When that happened I was just very careful when I was getting changed so that none of the other girls would notice.
Natasha- yes, I remember plenty of times when I was sat on the loo at school after having a wee but also needing a poo, like you said I wanted to grunt to help my poo come out but felt really embarrassed if there were other girls around. My favourite trick was to wait until a toilet flushed or a hand drier went off and do my hardest pushes then! Sometimes I got lucky though and someone on the loo in a neighbouring cubicle would quite obviously be having a poo as I would hear straining and grunting sounds, so I then felt a lot less awkward about doing the same! Your right, if you give up and try again later it only makes your constipation worse. Sorry to hear you've had an upset stomach, I hope you feel better soon.
The good news is I think I'm gradually turning the corner with my constipation, as usual when I'm really struggling to have a poo I have to make myself go and sit on the toilet for 20 minutes or so after every meal and hope that that stirs something. This morning I had breakfast and then told myself I'd better go on the loo, I thought I might be developing a slight urge for a poo but wasn't really sure. I went into my ensuite, lifted my nightie and dropped my white knickers to my knees. I had a wee and then tried to relax and take some deep breaths, hoping that the urge would come on naturally. After about ten minutes I was starting to feel a slight need, I started to bear down and hoped that I'd be rewarded with a log poking out, and sure enough I felt my bumhole opening and the tip of a log starting to poke out. I was delighted as it had only been 2 days since my last poo, and so I was hoping that the log might slide out relatively easily without me having to strain really hard. I could feel the log getting a bit fatter but it was still quite smooth and didn't feel too dry, and joy of joys it didn't go back up my bum when I stopped pushing, meaning I could take my time a bit more. Although I wasn't having to strain really hard I was getting quite hot, so I took my nightie off meaning I was naked apart from a pair of knickers round my knees! As it got to its widest point I did grunt a bit as I had to give a couple of harder pushes but for a change I wasn't bright red and sweaty like I am when I'm really constipated! I could feel the log speed up as it got narrower again and then it dropped down into the bowl with a splash. Straight away my hole opened up again as another log started to make its way out, I just had to give a few small pushes to keep it moving before it too dropped with a plop. I finishes with a couple more smaller pieces and felt empty, so I wiped my bottom, pulled up my knickers and flushed. I then washed my hands and went back into my room to get dressed, I put on a clean white bra and then swapped my white knickers for some yellow stripey ones before putting on a white tee-shirt and some grey leggings. Hope you enjoyed this story, will post again soon, bye for now!
Okay so this happened to me two years ago when I was hiking with my two friends Megan and Steven. Megan's about 5ft5 and quite a curvey girl with big thighs and bum similar to me. While Steven is tall maybe 6ft2 and quite fit. From the start of the hike I knew I wasn't feeling right but had chosen to ignore it and not allow my upset stomach to get the better of me. We'd be over some hills and were now walking along a long flat road with open fields either side of it and not a hint of trees or bushes anywhere. After walking for what seemed for ever I started to feel really desperate and was in quite a lot of pain. "Are you alright" asked Megan who seemed quite concerned. "I need the toilet" "can't you hold it" "not a chance" I said in reply. "Your going to have to go here by the road" stated steven as I doubled over in pain. "Just stand on that bit of grass there and it'll just soak in" he said. "I don't think this ones going to soak in anywhere" I said. "Ohh" he said a little shocked. Seeing no other option I squated down alongside the road and with cars going past every 30 seconds, I pulled down my trousers and knickers and started to push. Megan and Steven faced away but with the loud crackly sounds and wet farts indicating dihoera, they turned to look." Look away!" I shouted but the poo was already dribbling out of me. It was very sticky runny dihoera. It was so embarrassing especially that Steven a man was seeing me poo and also that he got a good site of my fanny which had a rather untidy thick black bush over it which I'd neglected to shave for a few months. When I finished I remained still. "What will I wipe with!" I wxclaimed. We each searched our pockets for tissues as I remained squated, my bum hanging over the tramack but none of us had any as I tried to rummage in my pockets I lost my balance and in horror fell into my own poo! They burst out laughing as now I was sitting butt naked with my fanny out on the side of a round as cars passed sitting in my own poo. I stood up and turned round for them to have a look. "Oh my god" Megan exclaimed. "It's all down your thigh and over you bum cheeks". But as I turned to face them that's when they really gasped. I had poo all in my bush. "That's disgusting" said Steven looking down at the poo infused in my jungle of pubic hair. With nothing to wipe with at all, I simply had no choice but to pull up my knickers and trousers and continue the walk back to where we were staying. I smelt really bad as Steven frequently told me. " you could probably get an infection" said Megan thinking about my predicament. "Why" I said really concerned "well you shouldn't have poo right next to your fanny" she said. Fortunately Steven had some nail sissors which I took off him. I turned away from them determined to give Steven no more glimpses of my pussy as I trimmed my bush still on the side of the road. Upon returning to the house me and Megan both went to the bathroom and I hopped in the shower to wash my thighs and bum. It was horrible as the poo had all dried and had became stuck in my bum crack hair. I couldn't get it out and so I started to panic. Meanwhile Megan had stripped off and was now sitting on the toilet having her poo which she had held in, much to my jealousy. As she was wiping I turned off the shower and told her my problem. Still naked she went out the bathroom and came back with Stevens sissors and a razor. Prehaps the most unique and embarrassing experience of my life happened next as I bent over and spread my but cheeks with my hands as Megan started to cut of the hair in and around my bum hole! "Never speak of this to anyone" I said as she began shaving my bum. When she was done she sat down on the edge of the bath and started to attend to her own overgrown bush, as I shaved off mine. Once done I admired my hairless body in the mirror, as it was quite a rare sight to see my fanny flaps and bum crack perfectly bald. After noticing a slight 5 o'clock shaddow over my upper lip I waxed that and then got dressed into a nice dress. It was a lovely feeling to feel clean again and I told Steven and Megan to never speak of this incident again(they didn't though).
Hip Hop Dancer
Lots of StoriesHi everyone, its been awhile since I've posted and I thought it would be good to post again. This happened last Wednesday. I had woken up and watched TV for about an hour. I got dressed and took my dog for a walk. I noticed I was getting the urge to poop. I decided I would do it outside, I walked around looking for a spot but there was nothing. My dog was only peeing so I thought I'd poop in my dogs poop bag. I found this old truck trailer that was parked so I decided to go behind that. I pulled my sweat pants and underwear down to my knees and placed the bag under me. I only had to push a little bit before my poop dropped in the bag.
This story happened a few months ago when I was swimming at the YMCA. It was Tuesday in January and it was snowing out and the pool was heated. It was about 20 minutes into my swim when I had to poop. Personally I hate pooping when I swim. I feel like its harder to get it out and if its mushy or liquid poop then its going to leave marks on my bathing suit. I went in and there was a kid about 7 or 8 years old walking in with me, he went into the first stall and sat down with his bathing suit at his ankles. I got into the stall next to him and took off my bathing suit and sat down. We were both waiting for one another to poop. I decided I'd go first. While I was pushing a woman opened the door and said "Jacob are you getting dressed." "Yeah I'm almost done", "Okay, if you're gonna go to the bathroom don't go poop, wait until we get home". "Okay I'll wait". I pushed a bit more and my poop which was about 7 inches dropped in with a "ploop" sound. While I was wiping the kid next to me grunted a bit and then there were a bunch of splats and splashes. I put my bathing suit back on and left. Well, that's all can fit in but I will make a part 2 to this so I will see you all soon, goodbye.
QuestionDoes anyone else fart while walking when they really have to go?
Kid sister starts middle schoolMy kid sister Shannon Rae started middle school last week. She's really smart but socially scared about how big the school is, finding her way around and stuff like that. She also heard from others that using the bathrooms is hard during passing periods and that some teachers are against allowing students to go. She also heard there were no privacy doors on the toilets. That's not totally true. About half the toilets don't have doors. Mom and I suggested that Shannon Rae wear a loose fitting dress as much as possible because that will give her privacy if she is forced to use an open stall. She did for the first two days, but on the next day she had to use the toilet for the first time. This was before school and she didn't have time to urinate at home before the bus arrived. I guess the bus was really rough on a few of the county roads. Shannon Rae feared she would start leaking during the 30-minute ride. It didn't help that the driver didn't slow enough for some of the speed bumps in the parking lot. So upon arrival at school Shannon Rae got more desperate. I know she wished she had worn another dress. She hurried to the bathroom and ran into the end stall because it had a door. Unfortunately that was reserved for disabled students and the toilet and seat was too high for her. So she took the toilet nearest to it. Luckily her urine stream started before others started to come in and use the toilets. Then she had to hurry to 1st hour. Mom that evening took her to the mall and bought her additional dresses.
I've been a lurker here for quite a bit but never had the nerve to posht. Something happened tonight that I just had to share for the first time. Anyways, I'm a 23 year old male, and I'm a student teacher at a nearby elementary school. My folks are letting me live at home until I graduate before long. Anyway I often like to hang out in the backyard at night- this wasn't any different as I was listening to some music out back, getting ready for the next day. I've had an on and off stomach ache through the day but nothing serious. All of a sudden, I just instantly had to go use the potty so very badly. I'm kind of nervous pooping around people I'm close to (but not at all around strangers, ironically) so I was trying very hard to be as quiet and calm as possible. There are tons of branches in my backyard that fell during a rainstorm, so I had to walk slowly and carefully. It was really no use and I just quickly pooped all over myself- and it was pretty bad. And to make matters worse, all of my underwear are plain white Fruit of the Loom or Hanes briefs so I knew they couldn't be salvaged from the poopy disaster. Not wanting to walk to the shower with my mama seeing (or smelling) that my lower half was covered in poop, I had to quietly remove my undies in the backyard and wash myself off with the hose, knowing it would be enough to hide everything until I got to the shower so lucky that it was (and is) dark out. Needless to say, my tighty whities were irreparably ruined so I just had to throw them out. I guess it's good I let the kids in class use the restroom when they ask or it could be construed as sort of karmic justice. Concluding, I hope the event was fun to read about and that I'll be accepted here.
QuestionTo Abbie: In a lot of your posts you've talked about going to the bathroom with your friends in the bathroom while you go. Is it still embarrassing for you when you have a skid mark to have your friends see? I'm just curious because when I'm in a situation that my friends could see my stained underwear, like for changing to swim or for gym, I'm usually pretty nervous that they might see.
On a trainIn the early 70's my girlfriend and I there on a day trip to London from the South West of England. (About 6hrs on the train up to London). We had to catch the last train of the day around 11:45pm. In those days the carriages were still split into 8 seat compartments, so we got one by ourselves and settled down for our long journey and once we pasted through Reading tried to get some shuteye.
Around 2am in the morning my girlfriend woke me to said that she needed a pee, I said you are a big girl you can go on your own now. She said she did not want to walk along the train to the loo on her own in the dim light, and could I go with her, we walked to the first loo, opened the door and were hit by the stink, so we went to the next and then the next, but they were all dirty or blocked. So we started back to our compartment, and went into the cleanest, the floor was covered in paper and the pan was nearly full to the top.
I said if you do not want to us the pan you could pee on the floor or into the hand basin, she said if she peed on the floor it would run out into the passage way, so she would us the basin, with that she dropped her jeans and knickers and backed up onto the edge of the basin, I was standing in front of her almost touching her in this very small space. She got into a position so that her pee went into the basin and started a strong pee jet, dark in colour as we had not been for a pee in over ten hours, suddenly the train jerked and she slipped of the basin sending her pee jet across the toilet space and up the door, I laughed and said well your pee on the floor now so she just finished pissing on the floor, when she was done she had to use my hanky to wipe with, (which I put back, damp into my pocket).
It was now my turn to pee so with her still in front of the basin I turned a little so that I was facing the toilet but still with my back to the wall, I got my now very hard thing out of my zipper and sent a jet arcing up over the toilet onto the wall behind it, She laughed and grabbed it and waved it sideways across the wall. She let go as the pressure dropped and when I was done pushed it away.
When we left the toilet compartment we both left wet foot marks on the floor of the passageway. When we got back to our compartment we got under our coats but did not get back to sleep until later and had to us my damp hanky again.
Toilet wordsElphaba - So sorry about the ordeal in the restroom. Warm thoughts and prayers your way! Thank you, btw, for answering my survey!
Here are the type of BM's I associate with each word:
Feces - Dark, sticky poop that takes forever to wipe!!!
Poop - A small bowel movement
Poo - A "soft serve" type BM that's not real thick
Doo Doo - A BM that is firm, maybe makes a "plunk plunk" sound
Doodie - A large BM that begins firm, but softens as it continues to pass
Diarrhea - That first trip or two to the bathroom of diarrhea when lot's of loose, chunk and watery poop evacuates
Take a dump
Drop the kids off at the pool - A BM that's firm but comes out in several plops
Drop a deuce - A BM that may be no bigger than a candy bar that's solid and comes out in one piece with a plop!
Defecate - An elegant, long, but not too thick BM that comes out in one piece and slides into the toilet. Low smell and little wiping necessary
Stool - Much like feces, sticky and dark
Bowel Movement - a solid BM that's average in size, smell, girth and length
The Runs - Watery diarrhea
The Trots - watery diarrhea accompanied by gas
The Poops - having to go frequently, but it is small, soft stools instead of true diarrhea
Explosive Diarrhea - Lot's of liquid poop accompanied by loud, powerful gas
Constipation - Balls of poop
Pinch a loaf - A long semi-firm log that pinches before everything comes out, followed by the need to push to get two or three plops out
Cut a rope - long soft stool that miraculously stays together
Lay a brick - that first BM that begins to relieve constipation and can be about three inches thick
We've all had these, right?
Hope everyone else plays
Download a brown load - a lot of soft poop that comes out all at once
fear responsehi, I've been a lurker on here for a while and while I've never had any accidents myself one thing thats always fascinated me is fear accidents. has anyone here ever experienced one(pee/poop/both)? if so is it something you realize is going on or do you only figure out what you've done a while afterwards. i'd love to hear any stories people may have
Alex's SurveyHi all, it's Anna and I am a bit bored so I thought I'd do one of the surveys. Here it goes.
1) Age? 22
2) Height? 5'4
3) Weight? 160 lbs.
4) How often do you usually need to poop?
One or two times a day. Every once in a while I miss a day.
5) What times of day usually?
At all hours of the day really. Maybe a bit more often in the morning after my workout and in the afternoon when I come home from school.
6) Describe how your feces usually are (logs, chunks, pebbles, etc?)
They are usually a bunch of soft, big logs.
7) When you poop, does a lot usually come out?
Yes, most times I poop big. My first turd is usually the largest. When I haven't gone the day before it might be a foot long or so. That's the biggest though and mostly my poops are smaller, especially the second turd and so on.
8) Most urgent dump you had recently (in the last year)?
I don't know, but funny enough my most urgent poos tend to be at home, when I have been holding them in so I can go relieve myself in the comfort of my own bathroom.
9) If you were legitimately offered $10 million dollars, do you think you could hold back your poop for 2 weeks while eating normally?
No way, this sounds super dangerous!
Imogen: Your school uniform sounds quite similar to what mine was. I, too, preferred to wear a skirt and leggings instead of trousers, unless it was freezing out. I actually had a couple different skirts I wore as my uniform, and one of them had a zipper. Like you, I had a close call when it was being stubborn. I had come home and was bursting for both a wee and a poo. I got to the bathroom and was struggling to get my skirt unzipped. Finally I got it and quickly sat on the loo. I let me wee go... only to realize I'd forgotten to lower my leggings. At least I was at home where no one was around to see. Plus, I realized and properly lowered them before I did my poo. I can only imagine the mess that would have made!
Abbie: Yes, I definitely pooed a lot that time on my camping trip. Like I said, I don't know where I was keeping it all. I'm enjoying reading your stories, although it's a bit sad to hear you're still struggling with constipation. I guess it's a minor consolation to know your friends are struggling too. I also remember the days back in secondary school when I would try to do a poo at school but there would be girls in other cubicles. I wanted to grunt and help my poo out, but I also didn't want to draw attention to myself too much. Often I ended up just waiting for them to leave, or if that wasn't an option, I'd give up and hold my poo 'til later. Of course that only made my constipation that much worse and I'd need to struggle and grunt even harder when I did finally go.
Anyway, on with my story now. I've been having a bit of a bad stomach for the past few days. I've been pooing twice a day for the past three days, once shortly after I wake up, and then again in the late evening, usually after supper. But they've been loose, smelly poos that come out in a tonne of small pieces and with lots of wet farts. The urges come on quite strongly too, with very little warning. Otherwise, I feel okay though, it's only these loose, urgent poos.
Well, that's really all I have for now. Sorry for the short post, but nothing much else is happening right now. I'll post again in a while. Bye for now!
Exeter CathedralI was looking at some old photographs and found one of myself at Exeter Cathedral, this reminded me of this.
Many years ago I was asked with a few lads to go to the cathedral on a Friday evening for a rehearsal for a ceremony on the Saturday. To get there someone from one of the Plymouth churches was going to drive a small mini-bus.
On the Friday at about 5pm I drove to this church yard to meet someone with the bus, when I got there, there has a mother and her teenage daughter with the bus. We drove around to a number of other churches picking up the other lads, and onto the A38 to Exeter. We arrived at the cathedral around 7pm., and entered across the quadrangle to the side door of the chapter house. Inside we had a cup of coffee as we were told who was to do what, our rehearsal was going to be the second of the two and so three of us sat to the chapter house side of the cathedral and the mother and daughter sat with a few others in the nave.
Around 8.45pm. one of the other two lads asked me if I know where the toilets were, I said yes and we all went together. We left the cathedral by the chapter house door and walked diagonally to the left across the grass in the quadrangle to the old gents, (now replaced with disabled, gents and ladys on two levels) the only light was from the moon through a foggy sky. We returned to the cathedral the same way, as I was going in the door the mother and daughter appeared behind me from my right, and with that we were called for our rehearsal. When our rehearsal was over, (around 9:30pm) only the mother was there and when we got to the bus the daughter was already in the front passenger seat, we drove home dropping the lads off on the way, dropping the daughter home before taking the mini-bus back to the church yard and to my car. As I drove the mother home she told me what had happened at the cathedral.
When us tree had come out of the chapter house to go to the gents she and her daughter had been in the corner of the quadrangle both having a wee wee, her daughter panicked and tried to stop peeing and pull up her knickers and jeans but could not stop and wet herself, the mother was ok and had just dropped her skirt back into place, when they saw we were walking diagonally on the grass they continued with there pees. when we returned to the door they also had finished and returned with use, but in the light from the door way the daughter was embarrassed with her very wet jeans and so they both went back to the bus. At the bus the daughter took off her jeans and the mother tried to blot them dry with a news paper, then the daughter had removed her knickers and thrown them under the bus before putting her damp jeans back on and sat on a glossy magazine all the way home.
Why if only I had done as the sign said, 'Keep off the grass' and so walked around the quadrangle I would have caught both females with there knickers down.
Teacher PoopOne day in grade 8, I had to pee so badly during break, so I ran into the girls washroom, where all the stalls were empty, and took the stall in the middle. I pulled my leggings and pink undies to my knees and my bladder burst into relief.
Suddenley, I heard someone walk in and through the crack, I noticed that it was my history teacher Ms. Dorothy, who was in her late 30s/early 40s. She took the stall next to me and I saw her pull her jeans and cotton white undies to her ankles. Then, I heard a loud fart and I can hear poop coming out and splash into the toilet. I tried not to laugh, but she farted and released some poop again. I managed to hold my laugh in, but moments later, she did it again and made a sigh of relief.
I finished up my business and headed over to the sinks. As I was washing my hands, my friends came in and we started to discuss a history assignment which was due next class. As we were talking, I can hear Ms. Dorothy struggling to hold her poop in, but she lost it, let out a fart, and dropped a deuce.
My friends put their hands over their noses in disgust as one of them moaned 'EW! That's so gross!' I told them that Ms. Dorothy was taking a dump in the end stall and they laughed. I then told them to shut up and escorted them out of the restroom. I was starting to worry that Ms. Dorothy knew that it was us in the washroom and she was going to report us, but next class, it was all forgotten and we handed in our assignments.
PS: I got an A on the assignment :)
Having to go at the public libraryHello!
To all: thank you for your kind messages.
I wrote I had a toilet-related bad time at work so I'll start by telling you about this, and then about an unexpected urge which caused me to used public bathrooms.
So a month or so ago, I was having a conversation with three fellow co-workers in the hallway of the office, as we always do. I don't even remember what it was about. At some point, we were talking about cleaning and then Graciela (I modified her name too, just like "Nora's" from my previous story) dropped a sentence like: "cleaning the bathroom would be so much easier if nobody would leave behind some big pieces of doo-doo like Jessica." The two other co-workers (one of them being a young man) thought this was hilarious and giggled while I turned crimson and tried explaining that I don't even do "this" at the office and that I would obviously use the brush. However, I got the feeling they wouldn't listen to me and that I could only sink deeper. Eventually they managed to change the topic and I quickly went back to my desk.
I don't know why Graciela said this, maybe she even believes it but I wouldn't know why, because I only very rarely poop at work. Probably just to say something funny, while she didn't know I'd be truly embarrassed by it. Anyway, this episode made me feel kinda bad, but it's over now.
More recently, I was hit by very bad stomach cramps while shopping. Later it would turn out I had a flue but I didn't know by then. So while I was looking for a new smaller handbag walking between two stores, my guts churned up. I'm not used to this as I never get sick and I'm blessed to have light periods. I first stopped, then resumed walking when he pain calmed down. In the minutes following this cramp, I started passing gas uncontrollably and was hit by further, even stronger cramps. It was becoming clear that I had to find a bathroom very soon. Unfortunately, I'm not that good at holding it (number one as well as number two) and this situation definitely did not improve anything. However, by chance, I was near the public library which I knew quite well before I could afford buying my favorite books. So I entered it and dashed to the bathroom.
The bathroom setting is a rather modern one, with two stalls that offer enough privacy without being great, lots of light and and a sink. Both stalls were empty so I took the closest one, locked myself in and threw my butt onto the seat. I was expecting diarrhea to explode from my but immediately, however nothing happened at first. My belly was hurting quite badly so I tried pushing a little to release the pressure. Indeed, this provoked caused some loud and very foul smelling gas to escape my butt. I gave another push, and this time, I felt my anus open slightly. Then, a lot of soft poop rapidly flew into the bowl, with this distinctive crackling noise. It was liquid but not that well-formed neither, I think some readers here (or should I say authors) described this as "soft serve". Needless to say the smell was awful. Every time I'd push, some more would come, along with more nasty farts. The pace of my evacuations calmed down, but my belly ache remained, along with a slight nausea.
Then, the bathroom door opened and someone entered the only stall next to mine. She used a wipe to clean the toilet seat and sat down. I was quite silent by then, because I was just waiting for possible cramps. So the lady in the neighboring stall sat down. I could see she was barefoot and had rather large feet, of which she visibly took care. As soon as she was seated, she released a long, air fart and started peeing. She did not pee for long though, but she remained seated. We both sat in silence for maybe two minutes, I was browsing my social networks on my phone to pass time. Then, my neighbor farted very loudly. Those were booming farts, as you'd see them in comics. She really passed a lot of gas. Honestly, I was a little shocked, and I expected the poor lady to be sick just like me. But then, she wiped once, flushed and left after washing her hands. I thought "well, if my farts would sound like this, I'd probably also prefer releasing them in the bathroom than in the library". I wasn't feeling done, so I stayed on the toilet and ten minutes went by, during which I'd occasionally pass small nuggets of soft poo.
Then the door opened again another person took the other stall. I heard her pull down her panties and seat down. Then, a huge fart echoed. For the first time of my life, I was convinced I could recognize someone by their farts: it must have been the same lady as before. Sure enough, peeking under the partition, I saw the pretty bare feet. I pooped a little more and then again, we stayed silent for a while. Then, she grunted quietly, passed an airy fart and started pooping. I heard what sounded like five large and solid hit the water, very noisily. It reminded me of someone who used to post here (Amylee and her boss Leigh). The woman next to me obviously had to go big time!
Soon afterwards, she wiped, flushed and then cleaned the bowl with the provided brush. She then washed her hands and left again.
I was feeling slightly better (for now), so I wiped too (it was messy) and left the bathroom.
As I was walking out of the library, I couldn't help but scan for bare feet. I recognized my neighbor in no time: she was a very tall blond woman in her early twenties, wearing a pony tail. She was snacking strawberries and obviously preparing for an exam. I smiled at her but she was too focused to see me. I left the place and headed home immediately.
At home, I made myself tea and took and immodium pill, which greatly helped. I also had to throw up later on, so I suspect a stomach flue, but it could also have been a mild case of poisoning maybe?
To Elpheba: my thought are with you, keep strong and stand for your rights!
To Anna: thank you for your wishes! You're a great writer, I always enjoy your narration.
love & take care,
Okay so one day me and my friend Lucy (were both 26 about 5ft 4 and quite chuncjy with big thighs and bum but not fat) were going on a date together with our boyfriends. Now we've both been friends for years and both enjoy going the toilet and playing it risky. Now it was spring and so during winter neither of us had shaved at all but both of us enjoyed being hairy so before we went changed into our dresses which I must admit were very high, we both had a quick shave up to the bottom of our dresses but leaved the rest. We both played it risky by neglecting to shave our armpits which had developed a thick patch of fluff however we did wax our upper lips, of which mine had developed a very noticeable growth of dark black hair. "What if we played it really risky"joked Lucy with a glance over at me. "Lets go commando"! Slightly nervous and excited I agreed so we both left the house wearing only our dresses bras and shoes. We ventured out on our date in the park, the park was very busy and we sat on the grass. I sat down quickly so not to give the boys a view of my vag as I sat down I caught a glimpse of Lucy's pussy which was completely overgrown and the hair I could see extended into her arse crack. I soon developed the urge for the toilet but looking round I could see no toilet in sight. The park was away from any towns or cities and was actually quite remote but it still attracted a lot of families. "Do you know where the toilets are" I asked rather desperately. "Toilets? There isn't any" replied my boyfriend. "Just go here, no one will notice it'll soak into the grass" he said. "I don't think this will soak into the grass" I said releasing a rather loud wet fart. "Just go now" he joked. Seeing little option I asked them to turn around which of course they didn't so with that I squated down with my bum hovering over the grass and stared to poo. But just then a little kid came running past. " that ladies pooping mummy" he said pointing at me. Just then the mother came with a pram looking horrified at me. " your disgusting that's terrible" she said only a meter away from me. She was right but I don't know why but I got quite angry. And with that stood up continuing my poo with the excrement falling down to the floor and lifted my dress up at her. Giving her and her son a full frontal view of my big hairy bush before turning round so they could see my hairy arse crack!" That's vile" she exclaimed "don't you know women should shave that". With that Lucy raised her dress to reveal an even more overgrown hairy Pussy "well I'm sort of the same" she laughter "mum why the got hair" asked the boy as his mum dragged him away giving us horrible glares. Our boyfriends were in shock and so was I to be honest that I could have done such a thing. I scooted my arse on the grass to wipe it before we left. "Your hairier than me!" Exclaimed my boyfriend as I sat next to him in the back seat of the car with my dress pulled up to give him a good close up view of my hairy genitals. Upon getting home I continued my poo with my boyfriend observing before he convinced me to shave , so I had to hold open my arse cheeks as he went in with the razor as there was no way I was reaching back there . I also got him to wipe me both my bum and my fanny. When he left Lucy came in as she was staying over at my house for the night. Both of us got completely naked and sat up on the couch watching films with her releasing farts at intervals. I was just imaging if a boy had walked in to see her with her legs spread wide a luscious bush in between and her arms behind her head with the pit hair exposed.
Friday, August 18, 2017
Bathroom ChoicesThe rooms in my apartment, including the bathroom, do not have locks. I talked to the landlord about this and she said it is so someone can get in in case of emergency. I don't just want to, and can't, lock everyone out when I go to the bathroom, so I developed a system. If all my guests are women, I don't close the door. We talk a lot, and we all have the same eqipment, so there's no reason we can't see each other pee and poop. If there are many men there, I close the door. If there is one man there, it depends one who he is. If it's the plumber or mail man, I close the door. If it's a man I know, especially a date, its complicated. I may close the door. I may open the door far enough to talk, but covering my pussy. I may let him see my pussy. but not my pee coming out of it. This is where trust comes in. I may tell him to look away and he may not do it. Oh well. There are chances everywhere.
Story and Response to RachelI have this story about an accident that I had back in grade 2. Hope you enjoy it! I had started to need to pee during class, but it wasn't bad so I just ignored it. Then the bell rang for recess and because me and my friends had fun during recess I didn't want to miss it by having to go to the bathroom. So I held it in and joined them on the field. By then, I was starting to really have to go, but still I did not want to miss the fun. We were telling jokes when I laughed and I started dribbling into my panties. Quickly and with great effort I managed to stop the flow, but only for a little while. My friend then said something really funny and I could not help but laugh, by then I was laughing hard and knew the pee was going to come and that I could not stop it this time! Pee started pouring into my panties and ran down my legs. I was wearing jeans at the time, and the pee was soaking my jeans. After what felt like forever the pee stopped and the pants of my jeans are completely soaked. All my friends were staring at me and many people on the field also noticed what happened. My face turned red and I was so embarrassed! Thankfully my friends were nice and helped me cover up my accident.
I had to phone home to get mom to bring me a change of clothes afterward. My mom was shocked and furious about the accident. She came right to school with a change of clothes and took me home for the day. For the rest of the day, I was yelled at for having an accident and how in grade 2, I should have known when to go to the bathroom instead of peeing my pants. Even today this memory is still vivid, and I feel ashamed when I think about it. Moreover, I can almost hear mom's voice yelling at me that afternoon and how sad she was because I remember the words she used and they were harsh.
Rachel - I have tried to respond to you at least 5 times, but none of them was ever posted. I am sorry if you are hurt- I really did reply to you right away! I really enjoy talking to you and I also enjoy reading your thoughtful responses. I know what it's like to have to wait for a response from someone you love to talk to! I couldn't wait to see your responses too everytime! I find that this site is very unsupportive of newcomers! When you first started posting, not many people even noticed your posts! I am a new one too and I have been through this, so I know this feeling too well! That's why I started talking to you so you wouldn't get frustrated and would have the encouragement to go on. This seemed to work really well and I'm glad you are enjoying yourself on here! I think it's time for me to go since my goal has been reached and I don't want to get hurt even more by going on here! Further, I don't want to hurt you because when my responses are delayed or deleted altogether, you would feel ignored and hurt! This will be my last post. Please take care and I wish you all the best!
Before my story: Tlana I enjoyed reading your post about your grandma talking to you about skid marks. I'm the same age as you were in that story I totally relate to having way too little time to wipe at school and having some embarrassing pairs of underwear in the laundry as a result. I can sometimes get away with very little wiping if I have a hard poop but other times there's not much more you can do but wipe as much as you can and just accept there may be a stain later on. If anyone else has had to deal with not having enough time to poo and wipe at school it would be interesting to hear about.
So last weekend I went to the beach with my family for a quick trip. It was going great but about 20 minutes after getting to the beach my stomach started to rumble like I had to poop. Well recently I've been having the soft poops that are pretty hard to hold in so I went to the bathroom right away. The bathroom was like a five minute walk away so I was glad I left early and as I walked in I was hit by the worst smell imaginable. I debated wether or not I could hold it to find a different bathroom but I knew that it was ready to start poking out any second so I went in and tried to go as fast as possible. It was, as I expected, a really wet poo so it only took about a minute to go. At this point I was gagging from the smell and decided to just leave without wiping or washing my hands as I figured the water would clean my butt when I swam. I began to regret not wiping on the way back as my butt felt wet in between the cheeks and I worried about the smell. I got in the water as soon as possible and swam for about 15 and I thought my plan had worked but when I got home I was really embarrassed to see a big stain in the seat of my swim suit but luckily nothing from the back. They just got out of the laundry today and there's still a faint skid mark in the white mesh in the back.
Dad coaches son who's starting schoolMe and some friends were at the movies Saturday afternoon. I had taken a crap at home when I got up but after drinking a lot of soda I had to finish it off at the theater. There was a row of about ten toilets. The first couple had the seats down, buy with pee over them. So I took the third. I dropped the seat, confident it was dry. It was. So I lowered my briefs and seated myself. I don't particularly like the no-doors policy there and at the main restrooms at the attached mall, but I know that is a trend today since users are abusing the bathrooms. A guy comes in with a little boy about kindergarten age on the side of him and when the guy sees me he immediately pulls the boy to the other side to give me privacy. They go over to the urinals. The boys goes up to one that is way to high for him so the dad nudges him down to the end where there's one coming out the floor. He corrects the boy about dropping his shorts all the way to the floor and lectures the boy about 'wee-weeing' fast and without drawing much attention to himself. Then he takes the boy across the room to a toilet. He has the boy drop the seat, sit down, shows him the paper roll. Then he gave him a short lecture about wiping slowly and carefully. He also said the other boys would probably get on his case if he took too long or was messy on the toilet. Then the guy demonstrated to the boy how to wash his hands. He had the boy do it a couple of times because I guess the kid got mixed up with the water faucets. Then he showed him how to pull down and tear off the paper towels. Then while the kid waited in front of him, the guy got on a toilet and continued to lecture the boy about becoming more independent at school next week.
Did any of you guys remember having a parent do that for you just before you started school? I don't.
Question about ncontinence (peeing your pants)Hello,
I am a man in his 30's and sometimes when I am really stressed or nervous, I pee in my underwear a little. Most of the time, it is only a little pee, but I have heavily wet myself before. I also have a little light bed wetting from time to time. my wife has noticed the wet spots and doesn't make a big deal out of it, and it only happens occasionally. I feel a bit embarrassed about it because I think my young son knows about it. He saw a pair of my underwear in the wash with a big yellow stain in front, and went to me and said "daddy do you pee your pants, I didn't know grownups did that." I was mortified!How could I say yes? My question is " do many other adults experience this? and how do you handle it?
comments & stuffTo: Delina it sounds like you were pretty desperate to poop lucky you made it to the toilet in time and avoided an accident.
To: Abbie as always another great story about you and your friends it sounds like all had good poops.
To: Sandrine another great story it sounds like she had a good poop.
To: Anna great story about your poop in the porta potty and overhearing another woman pooping as well it sounds like you both had great poops.
To: Anna From Austria great story.
To: Becc it sounds like you all had a rough day thanks to food poisoning.
To: Willow I look forward to reading anything you post.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site