Rachel
Peeing in the Garden
May 1 was the opening day for the swim club to be open every day of the week. The garden was open too for sun bathing and outdoor parties on some weekends. Will and I went for a swim during the week. I got there first and Will a little later. I peed when I got there and a man opened my door and and apologized. I took a swim and then went outside to sunbathe. After a while, I noticed two women going into the garden. Shortly, I saw them squat down and pee in the garden. They were nor supposed to do that. They were supposed to go inside and use the toilet. If I knew who you they were, I would have reported them to the agent in charge. Shortly, I saw a man and woman pee in the garden. This time, I did report it to the agent and let her deal with it. Will now arrived and we both peed again. We later went to eat our.yt
BJ
Today me, my wife, Vanessa, my sister, Heather and her husband, Jamie, were alone. My parents had took our kids over to their house for the weekend. We ended up having a cookout, and we had a farting contest. It was really fun, and everyone was laughing. It was Heather's turn again, and she pushed out a huge wet sounded fart. Her whole face turned red and she said "I just shit my shorts."
Jamie helped her up, and she went inside to my bathroom. Jamie said he was going to go get her some new clothes. Vanessa went to check on her, and she said that Heather was taking a shower, and soon Jamie returned with her new clothes.
Heather soon came back outside, and she looked like she had been crying. She said that she felt her stomach growl in the shower, and she couldn't get out in time, and shit in the shower and on wall. She offered to help clean it up, but we decided it was best for her to get home.
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Brittany B great story it sounds like you both had great poops and it sounds like you had to poop a lot as well.
To: Benjamin it sounds like Carrie had a pretty rough time.
To: Chloe great story it sounds like you had a good poop and so did those other girls as well and it sounds like that one girl really had to poop a lot.
To: Braidy great story.
To: Winnie The Poo great story.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
14 year old boy
It was late at night, I was having trouble sleeping. I twisted and turned and I had to pee. I got up and I turned the handle to my bathroom, locked. $*** I said, I couldn't go to another bathroom either, since I would have to walk in the dark which is dangerous. So I sit in my room thinking how I will survive this. I squirm for another hour or so until I couldn't take it. I looked at the tissues and luckily I found a ziplock bag. Yes I said, these would work just fine. So I then sit at the edge of my bed and and I stick my thing in the bag. I start to pee. It had the best sound ever. It was a combination of an echoed pssssss combined with a pskkkkkkkkkkkkk. Ahhhhh yes glorious. I grabbed the tissues to clean any mess I may have created just in case. I then throw it under my sink to get in the morning and I wash my hands. I then go back to sleep and sleep soundly. As I slept, I thought of how amazing that felt. It was amazing.
So we were on a vacation. The sun was beaming in the sky, the water just right. So we all get jet skis and we want to ride them. I was on it for a while, and I drink a lot of water and get on it again. After 30 minutes or so I realized my mistake. I had to go pee. The jetski motor didn't help either. It just shook me making my pee easy to release. I look around, just ocean. If I fall currents could take me, so I hold on for dear life. An hour passed and I still am on the thing. i couldn't hold it any longer, and the motor wasn't helping. So while the jetski was going very fast, it forcefully made me pee right there, on the seat. I heard it hitting against my bathing suit, just a constant hard sound like, like dropping sand on a drum. I panicked, someone would notice. I then jump off the jet ski. I then submerged and escape with no one knowing I even peed. It was marvelous.
We were out of the house. The bathroom was so far away and we were walking. My bladder was so full, I couldn't take it. I did this funny little dance while waiting. I then scream at my parents that I HAVE to go pee. I then run for my life to the bathroom and enter it. I sit down, because I had no time for the wall thingies. I sit down and I pull down everything and I just release everything. Pssssssssssssssss. It felt amazing. I was just relieved of the pain of holding my pee in, and releasing it was like releasing the ocean, i literally had so much. It took like 30 seconds just to finish.
I was lost. I was in someone's new house, and i was too paranoid to ask where the bathroom was. So I held it. 1 hour passes by. "Oh god I gotta pee sooo bad right now," I said. I ran around the house searching for the mystical toilet. When I spot it I run toward it. I had so much my bladder would've popped with any slight movement. I carefully sat down and pulled my pants and underwear down. I then bit my lip, and released the Atlantic Ocean. Pssssssssssssssssssss. Ah yes It felt relieving. I was so relieved. It went on for a whole minute, that's how much I had. every second that passed was a second where it got louder. It was escalating as I progressed. I finally finished peeing, and I washed my hands and left as if nothing happened.
So it was Spanish. Aka 7th period. I started feeling the urge to go pee, and I ignored it. Soon by the end of class it escalates. I didn't have time so I had to go to math. When I sit down I immediately remember I don't have my hall pass. Uh oh. So I try to hold it during class. I start by crossing my legs, I shake, I get up and pretend I'm getting something. Everything. The magical bell rings, and I run out. I run to my locker, i get ready to go home and i am ready. I run to the bathroom and i Run Inside. I then go to the wall thingies, and i pee. But it wasn't a normal psssss. I had to pee so badly it made a hard sound, like it was hitting the wall thingy with a lot of pressure. Aghh it felt amazing
So I drank too much water. I knew I shouldn't have drank it all so fast and so much of it. I get through all my classes without asking to go. I would always go during ILA because mr.reasor always let us go. But today was a test day, so we couldn't. And oh boy that was a terrible mistake to plan to pee in ILA that day. 2 whole periods of sitting down in place, sitting with chance, aanvi and amudha. So at some point I didn't realize it, but I started peeing. It was a very faint sound. It wasn't like psssss though. It was more like pskkkkkkkkkkkkkk. Anyway, I see my mistake and I get my jacket. I cover that area up and try to soak it up with the jacket. Chance had pee before ILA so they actually blamed the smell on him, and he accepted it. I was truly lucky that day. I then survive the rest of the day which was just one more period, and then I escaped. I run home and I immediately finish the job. Pssssssssss. Ahhhhhh did that feel good.
Jenny
Jason and Mark
From the age of about 11, I used to have accidents in my panties. It happened several times a week, not usually too serious and often just marks from not being able to clean up properly after doing a #2. (Anyone remember the paper that was like tracing paper? How did that work - well, it didn't as far as I recall!) I was aware that I wasn't the only kid at school to do this as we often saw each other's underwear in changing rooms. I was in a care home and there were at least two girls and five boys who often had 'skidmarks' in their undies, one boy who messsed his pants almost every day and another who had big marks every time he got changed. I was 16 before I grew out of it, but I still have occasional accidents 20 years on.
Abbie
Poo with Lucys cousin
Hi everyone, I thought I'd do an update for you following my last post when I decided to take a couple of days off work to hopefully nip my constipation in the bud, I was due some holiday anyway and thought it would be nice to tack it on to the long weekend here (May bank holiday) and get 5 days off in a row!
I had completely forgotten that Lucys 16 year old cousin Lydia was due to come to stay from Thursday until Monday- her parents are away for the bank holiday weekend and weren't that keen on her being on her own for 4 nights so Lucy asked if was OK for her to stay with us and I said it would be fine, I know Lydia quite well but the only trouble is my parents and sister are home this weekend too so there isn't that much space, we just about managed to fit a single airbed on my bedroom floor for Lydia but its a bit cosy!! She was due to come over after finishing school on Thursday afternoon, but as I said I had forgotten all about it until her mum and dad came round after lunch, they were on their way to the airport and had brought all Lydia's clothes and stuff so she didn't have to take a massive bag to school. I had just done some washing and had pegged some of it out on the line and was up in my room putting all the socks and knickers on a clothes airer in my ensuite, I had been just about to go to the loo so luckily I wasn't in the middle of having a poo when the doorbell rang, that would have been majorly awkward! I invited them in for coffee kind of expecting them to say they had to dash to catch their flight, but it seemed they had lots of time as they came in and had a drink and a chat and by the time they went it was getting on for 3.30. I couldn't remember what time Lydia finished school but knew that I couldn't risk going for a poo before she got back, I didn't want to be on the loo when she arrived as I knew it was quite likely she would need to go, I know I was usually pretty desperate when I got back from school! It was lucky I decided not to go to the toilet as about 15 minutes later there was a knock on the door and it was Lydia, she was on the doorstep in her school uniform (grey skirt, white shirt and purple and blue tie). We greeted each other and chatted for a bit in the kitchen while I made her a drink, and then I showed her up to the bedroom and pointed out her bag that her mum and dad had left.
"I'll get changed in a minute but first I'm bursting for a wee!" she said.
"Its just through here, I'm really lucky I've got an ensuite bathroom!" I said, pushing open the door and showing Lydia inside. I remembered too late that there were several pairs of my knickers- typically really grim flowery ones- drying on the clothes airer, as Lydia walked over to the loo I blushed and said "Sorry about my knickers, I've only just done the washing and its less embarrassing drying them up here than putting them out on the line!"
"Don't worry, I always dry my knickers in my room too, and I always seem to have friends come round just after I've hung them about everywhere!"
"I'll just get these towels and take them to be washed and then I'll leave you in peace," I said, walking over to the towel rail. Without batting an eyelid Lydia hiked up her skirt, she was wearing orange knickers with blue edging which she pulled down to her knees before sitting on the loo and immediately unleashing a powerful stream, she said, "Sorry to go in front of you, I just couldn't hold it another second!" and I said "No problem, it's better than having an accident!" I went downstairs while she was still in full flow and put the towels in the washing machine before going back up to my room, when I got up there Lydia had taken off her blouse and was just stepping out of her skirt.
"Er… sorry to barge in," I said, feeling a bit awkward that she was just in her crop top and knickers. "No worries!" she said, not looking even slightly bothered. I assumed she was going to get some clothes out of her bag, but her complete lack of embarrassment was confirmed just then as she suddenly pulled her knickers down right in front of me and took them off, I guessed she must have wet them a bit earlier when she was desperate for a wee. She turned to rummage through her bag, her bare bum on show and spent what seemed like ages looking for her clothes, clearly not even remotely embarrassed that she was completely naked apart from her crop top!! She eventually took a blue dress and some yellow flowery knickers out of her bag, she put on her knickers and then the dress and went to sit on Lucy's bed. I hadn't quite known what to do with myself so I was still standing by the door trying to look as relaxed as she did, I'm not at all shy around friends I know really well and feel perfectly relaxed being in my underwear and even in the nude around them, but I've never shared a room with Lydia before so I wasn't quite expecting her to be that open! Typically by now I was starting to need a poo and I knew I couldn't hold it in for long, I was feeling a bit awkward at the thought of having a poo which might be hard to get out with Lydia sitting in the next room, but figured we'd be sharing a bathroom for the whole weekend so I decided I'd just have to get on with it. I stood up and said "I just need the loo, I'll be back in a bit" and started to walk over to my ensuite, without thinking I didn't even shut the door properly, I went over to the loo and pulled down my grey leggings and yellow and purple stripey knickers and sat down, and only then noticed that the door was open, I didn't want to draw any more attention to myself by getting up and shutting it so I started to have a wee, I had just finished weeing and had done a couple of pushes when I could hear the phone ringing, I shouted "Please could you get that, its on the bedside table!" and Lydia shouted back "Yeah!" and answered it. I heard her say "Oh hi, Lucy!" and then "Yeah, I'll just put her on!" and before I knew it she'd come in to my ensuite and handed me the phone!! I spoke to Lucy, she told me that she'd be late home from work and asked what time Lydia had arrived, I was trying to sit there as naturally as possible and Lydia was standing next to me looking embarrassed. When I'd finished talking to Lucy I handed Lydia the phone and she said, "I'm really sorry Abbie, I should have said that you were on the loo, I thought you were done though!!"
"Er… well…" I said, feeling myself starting to blush, "The thing is I'm going to be a while, I kind of... er... well, I want a poo. And anyway, I barged in on you earlier when you were in the middle of getting changed!" I added hastily, feeling myself getting redder and redder."Hey, don't be embarrassed" said Lydia, seeing the look on my face. It was now her turn to go a bit pink, "If it makes you feel any better I need a poo as well, only I'm putting it off because I haven't been for a few days and I know its going to be really hard to get it to come out." She paused for a second and then said "If you like we could help each other, I know sometimes it takes my mind off it if I'm having a hard poo and I can chat to a friend. Anyway, only if you feel comfortable with that" she added hurriedly.
"Well, now we both know we're in the same state I suppose we might as well, it'll definitely take my mind off it and make the time pass quicker" I said. I was still feeling quite embarrassed but at least I now knew that Lydia was constipated too. As I started to push again I could feel a hard lump slowly moving down inside me, after a couple of minutes the tip of a really dry and massive poo was starting to come out of my bum. It came so far out but when I stopped pushing it started to get sucked back up my bum, so I had to carry on pushing as hard as I could until I managed to get the widest part through. Then of course it ended up getting stuck, so I had to do a few massive pushes, I couldn't help grunting but tried not to get too embarrassed. Lydia didn't seem that bothered, she just kept chatting to me as I heaved and grunted away, I was straining so hard I couldn't really talk to her. Finally I felt the poo moving again and a minute or so later it dropped into the loo with a massive splash. Lydia smiled and asked me if I'd finished, I told her I still had to do a bit more but I knew the next log would be a lot easier to get out. A couple of logs later I was done, I quickly wiped my bum, pulled my knickers and leggings back up and then flushed, luckily somehow it all went away. I swopped places with Lydia, she lifted her dress, pulled down her knickers and then sat. She took a deep breath and started to push straight away, with each push some wee spurted down into the loo. After a few minutes she was starting to go quite red but nothing seemed to be happening. Like her I tried to take her mind off it chatting about all sorts. After about 10 minutes of her straining and grunting I was just about to ask her if she was OK, I was running out of things to say, when she suddenly gasped and a massive plop rang around the room. She stayed to finish off with a few more bits and then wiped her bum, pulled up her pants and flushed. We both went back into her room feeling a whole lot better, Lydia admitted to me that she quite often gets constipated and has the same sort of problems as I used to have at school, so we chatted about that quite a bit and it felt like we'd known each other for ever by the time Lucy got back home! I'll try to post again soon, bye for now!!
Monday, May 07, 2018
Abbie C, your last post was in early April.
Benjamin
Camping in the snow with Carrie
In November of my twelfth year, Carrie and I persuaded our parents to let us camp in the woods during a light snowstorm. They hesitantly agreed but warned us to stay close and to come right home if anything was wrong. I packed a pop-up tent and carried it in a sling over my shoulder, along with our sleeping bags. Carrie brought a backpack full of dry foods and bottles of water. We would only stay one night and two days.
We set out in the morning and trekked into the snowy woods, wearing thick clothes and heavy boots. We walked for about twenty minutes until we came to a space between four trees that was devoid of snow due to the thick branches overhead. I set about setting up the pop tent, which only took a few minutes, and spread our thick, cold-weather sleeping bags and pillows inside. Carrie put the backpack in a corner of the tent. A nice little home in the woods.
Carrie had brought a five-gallon bucket, which she said was going to be our toilet, as it was so cold outside. She set it in another corner. I went outside and laboriously dug a deep hole with a spade I'd brought until I felt it was good enough. Going back inside the tent, I saw Carrie pulling down her pants and sitting on the bucket. A hissing immediately started as she started to pee and she let out a sigh.
Finally, her pee stopped and she got off the bucket. After she pulled up her pants, she grabbed the bucket and made to step outside to empty it down the hole I'd dug a few feet from the tent. I told her I needed to go, too, and took it from her before she did. I undid my pants and slid them down to my knees. Holding the bucket close to my penis, I sighed as I peed into it. I finished and dumped the nearly full bucket into the hole with a splash.
Carrie and I were very close and neither of us were bothered by bathroom needs around the other. After peeing, we sat down on the floor to eat a lunch of prepacked sandwiches and a bottle of water each. For the rest of the day, we read books and played games on Carrie's Nintendo DS.
Toward the evening, Carrie let out a few soft farts and she finally told me that she was beginning to need a poop. She got up and went over to the bucket. I opened one of the tent windows in preparation, which made her laugh. "It's not going to be that stinky!" she giggled.
Pulling down her pants, she sat on the bucket and leaned forward slightly. A sprinkling of pee pattered in the bucket first. Then her mouth puckered as she started pushing and suddenly she let out a loud fart, which made a high-pitched noise in the bucket. We both laughed, her face reddening a little in embarrassment.
She grunted, leaning forward further, and finally there was a thud on the bottom of the bucket. She sighed and relaxed. Then she tensed up again to push and held her breath while pushing. Another big thud echoed in the bucket. A second, louder fart boomed out of her and she laughed out loud, grinning at me. I smiled back.
Carrie grunted again, pushing hard, and sighed as another turd hit the bottom of the bucket with a thud. A third, softer fart echoed in the bucket and she sighed in relief. She peed a tiny bit more. Then, she asked for the toilet paper and I gave her the roll we'd brought with us. She tore off some and wiped her front and then her butt twice, tossing the paper into the bucket between her legs. She stood up and made a face.
"Blech, it stinks in here!" She pinched her nose as she giggled.
"You pooped in a bucket, it's gonna smell," I said and she nodded.
We glanced in and I saw a huge pile of poop in the bottom, surrounded by some pee. Carrie laughed when she saw how much she'd pooped. "Wow! I didn't know all that was in me!"
I told her I needed to poop now and she stepped out of the way, smiling. First, I unzipped my fly and peed into the bucket standing up. Pulling down my pants, I sat carefully on the bucket. I grunted as I started pushing. Slowly, I felt my butt open up and a big turd sliding out. With a final push, it slipped out and dropped with a plop onto Carrie's poop. Carrie giggled.
Another hard push had me gripping the sides of the bucket for assistance and slowly a huge, painful turd slid out of my bottom, making me grimace, grunt, and strain. Finally, after a few minutes of pain, it dropped into the bucket with a loud thud and I let out my breath. I could feel that I was red in the face.
A small fart slipped out as I pushed again with a grunt. A small poop slid out and landed on our poop with a splat. A last, louder fart and I was done. I looked up at Carrie from my position leaning forward and saw she was smiling. "Phew, I'm done," I told her.
She handed me the roll and I quickly wiped my butt, dropping the paper into the bucket. Standing up, I made a face at how bad it smelled in here now. Carrie opened the other window flaps, which helped a bit. I picked up the now-heavy bucket and dumped its contents down the hole with a loud splat. I asked Carrie if she wanted the bucket inside and she said yes, she didn't want a cold bottom.
Putting the bucket back in the corner, Carrie and I ate a few more sandwiches and then snuggled down in our sleeping bags. Carrie started snoring after a few minutes and I slowly drifted off to sleep, too.
I awoke early to sounds of Carrie grunting in pain. Worried, I looked up to see her hunched on the bucket with her pants at her ankles, grimacing as she strained. Her arms were folded across her stomach and she was leaning forward, her eyes squeezed shut. She let out a groan and there was a loose splattering in the bucket. She was having diarrhea. A loud, wet fart echoed in the bucket and she groaned again as another splatter hit the bottom. For several minutes, Carrie farted and squirted out diarrhea, grimacing and groaning as she strained to relieve herself.
Finally, after about ten minutes, her stomach cramps seemed to subside and she put her head in her hands, breathing hard. A few last, soft farts echoed in the bucket as she sat there. At last, she looked up at me with a strained expression. "Ugh, I don't feel well," she moaned quietly. She really didn't look well, sweat soaking through her shirt and on her face, her body a bit shaky.
My stomach was starting to cramp up, too, I noticed. I asked if I could use the bucket and she hesitated, saying she didn't think she could get off yet, just in case. My own stomach cramps becoming more painful, I quickly unzipped the tent and dashed over to the hole I'd dug. Tugging down my pants, I squatted over the hole and groaned as a huge rush of diarrhea poured out of me, splashing into the hole. Another cramp gripped me and a round of big, loud farts exploded out of my bottom.
Another gush of diarrhea poured out and suddenly I felt a wave of nausea come over me. Spinning around, I crouched over the hole and retched several times, my stomach heaving and squirming. With a huge heave, I vomited into the pit, gripping my knees for support.
I threw up several times, my stomach tying itself into knots as I did. Finally, I could only retch without bringing anything else up. Then I spun round again and grunted as another, long splatter of diarrhea dropped into the pit with many farts. Finally, I just squatted there, completely wrung out and empty. I burped several times, but felt no more urges to vomit, which was a relief.
"Carrie?" I gasped in a ragged voice. "I'm- I'm done. Can I have the toilet paper, please?"
Carrie, who was still sitting on the toilet bucket, hurried to give it to me and I gingerly wiped my bottom, needing several wipes. I dropped the paper into the hole and shakily stood up. My stomach clenched at the thought of looking at it, so I didn't.
We lay down on our sleeping bags, holding hands, listening to each other's heavy breathing. Carrie let out a few more farts as she lay there with her eyes closed. I moved closer to her and slipped an arm around her. She opened her eyes and smiled weakly at me.
Suddenly, I leaned close and kissed her. She kissed me back. We held on to each other for several minutes, before we pulled apart and she smiled shyly at me. She raised our entwined hands and kissed it softly. Then her eyes drooped and she was snoring after a few moments. My own tiredness got to me and I dropped off a few minutes later.
In the late evening, we woke up again and wearily packed up and started to make our way back home. On the way, Carrie stopped to pee and even managed to strain out a small turd, with a tiny fart at the end. I peed against a tree about five minutes from home and dropped my pants to squat and try to go. I strained for a few minutes but nothing else came out and I pulled up my pants again. We made it home and Carrie gave me another shy kiss before we headed to our own houses.
Melvin B-lover
Steve A''s survey
1. When I was in college I noticed a much more openness about pooping in restrooms than in high school. College was just way more mature.
2. No I haven't wondered. It can vary from time to time.
3. Depends on the severity and length of time of the illness.
4. My family, whether it was at home with parents, siblings, or unxles, aunts, etc., there was plenty shameless bodily functions, as it should be in my opinion.
5. If you're referring to something like slipping laxatives in a person's food or drink - that's wrong in my opinion. Also I never could see the humor in such acts.
6.Not hard at all - especially if others are doing the same in there.
7. No one should do it, even in a chlorinated pool, even though I've done it as a kid, as I'm sure many others have. The thought of swimming in the area of someone who peed or is peeing is bad. Reminds me of a 'South Park' episode where Cartman was afraid of being in the pool with the younger kids, and for good reason; every time he was in the pool, the younger kids would jump in and the pool would instantly become yellow.
8. Only if the student has a bladder or bowel problem that may require instant relief.
9. In that circumstance, I wish it wasn't that bad. Like for me, I'd really hate to be in such a position in which I'd have to walk into a women's bathroom, especially one filled with girls, women, children - while having to poop, or pee, badly.
10. Hard, or even impossible to answer this one. I'm 40, and have had thousands, maybe a million plus bathroom visits, whether private or public restrooms. When I think about it, so many other posters on here gave or had many adventurous bathroom stories than I could've imagined.
Happy pooping all.
Jessica B
Answers
Hello everyone!
To Finn: Yes, it was indeed a big surprise to see that turd in the bowl. I have run into unflushed or unclogged toilets before, but this particular experience was quite special: I did not see anything when I went in, although it was clear what the Italian girl had done. For a fraction of a second, I asked myself "Did I just poop this?". Obviously, I had not, so it was clear the previous user of this toilet had left it. Ah, and btw, one of the very first time I wrote about toilet matters on this website was when my roommate Lena clogged our toilet after being constipated on a holiday (it was on page 2467).
To Mina: I know what being desperate for the bathroom while having to talk to a customer feels like. However, I only ever was desperate for a number one in such a situation. Having to look natural, professional and enthusiastic while your bladder is bursting is everything but easy, so I feel with you.
To Britanny B: I would not call myself lucky for having to use a stinky bathroom! But sure, it made a good story I can share.
I am going to write what I could write every day: I had a regular poop at home this morning.
I woke up at around six. I had to pee badly therefore I immediately went to the bathroom and took a long and relieving morning pee. I did not close the door - I start getting used to living alone. Afterwards, I got dressed and went to the kitchen to fix breakfast. I prepared muesli (some sort of granola with yogurt and fruit for those who don't know it), toasts and of course, coffee. I listened to the radio while eating. As I was finishing my meal, I started developing the urge to go number two. There was pressure in my belly and I passed an airy fart. I finished quickly and put the dishes into the dishwasher, farted again, then headed to the bathroom.
I returned to the bathroom and sat onto the toilet. I did not close the door so I could still hear the radio. I immediately released a long fart. My bum hole opened and I pushed out a first turd. It felt very good. I relaxed and moments later, I felt some more was ready to come so I gave another push. Sure enough, a short turd plopped into the water. I felt done, so I wiped three times and flushed. I did not leave any skidmarks, so I did not have to use the brush. Many people here tell that they poop a lot - I don't, most of my poops are regular. I suppose that passing large BM on a frequent basis awakens interest for bodily functions, therefore those people gather here. Moreover, I see no link between eating large meals and pooping a lot. I'd say the number and size of my turds is mostly random.
I then brushed my teeth in the somewhat smelly bathroom and fixed my hair. I left for work at seven.
Love and take care,
Jess
PN
Steve A's survey
1. I'm actually not quite sure, in my case it might have been about the same in college and high school, but I went to a boarding school for high school where we lived in dorms with shared bathrooms.
2. I've occasionally wondered why people have different types of habits, like why some people are more gassy for example.
3. I generally think they go away on their own, but I will take Pepto-Bismol or Immodium for the symptoms.
4. My family was pretty inhibited about all of it, but especially about farting. That was almost completely unmentionable.
5. Depends what you mean by bathroom-related pranks. I'm most definitely not OK with slipping other people laxatives, or any other way of messing with their body without consent.
6. Pretty difficult, and I remember it being torture in middle school and early high school. But I am less shy then I once was.
7. Not a fan, in general.
8. Don't really have an opinion--- it's been too long since that was an issue for me.
9. In case of a single-occupancy but labelled for gender, absolutely no problem. Otherwise, not the end of the world but maybe give the occupants some warning if there are any.
10. Probably a travel constipation episode that I wrote about in more detail on this site a few years ago. It got worse over several days of travelling-- eventually, I tried suppositories several times (which usually work for me) and was still unable to pass this brick that I was carrying. I was on the first part of the trip with my partner at the time and then we split up and went to visit different friends and family. I increased my attempts to get relief after I was in a hotel room alone. Every time I tried to push it out, including with a suppository, I felt like this turd would launch itself like a high-speed rocket only to slam painfully into my clenched sphincter. The pain and then the anticipation of more pain was only making me clench up more, which wasn't helping. I finally ended up taking a stool softener and I think some other medication by mouth, while simultaneously inserting a suppository and then lying down on the bed for a long time, and finally managed to pass it, but not without a struggle. I remember that after the hardest part came out there was a really impressive amount behind it, and that the last bit that came out was softer and had a particularly strong, nasty smell like rotting meat. I don't get constipated all that often, and that was probably the worst ever.
PS. enjoying the stories, including the last few from Brittany B, Benjamin and Chloe.
Abbie
Going downhill again....
Hi everyone, after a pretty good spell recently in terms of not being constipated it has unfortunately started to go downhill again these last few days and I have had a couple of difficult poos which is really annoying. I will go into more detail after a couple of comments.
Natasha- good to get an update from you and hear that your less constipated than you were, I hope things continue to improve. It was also great to hear about your success with the Squatty Potty and that you now feel you're emptying your bowels more fully when you have a poo, that must feel loads better!! I also think your right to just stay sitting for a while and try and let the poo come on its own rather than straining and pushing straight away, I know whenever I do that I do actually seem to have an easier time getting my poo out. The trouble is when I'm busy and want to try and have a quick poo I'm guilty of pushing really hard as soon as I get on the toilet and sometimes I think all that tension means it takes even longer than just trying to relax and let it come naturally.
Imogen- yeah, glad it wasn't a guy, that would have been sooo awkward!! My knickers were pretty damp too, it wasn't very nice pulling them back up but luckily I was really close to home so I was able to change them pretty quickly!
Anyway, back to my story, I've actually taken a couple of days off work as I had some holiday owing to me and I wanted to try to do something straight away to stop my constipation getting worse. In the past I've tended to stick my head in the sand when I know I'm starting to get constipated, when really I know I should be watching my diet and fluids and crucially for me going for regular sits on the loo, which is the thing that really does help- if I make sure I do it! The trouble is I find it really easy to put off a slight urge for a poo which is really bad because then I will lose the urge completely, sometimes for a few days, and then by the time I eventually go its a real struggle and takes me ages. It then becomes a vicious cycle as I put off going even more, and then next time its even worse....
Today I'm planning to go for regular sits on the loo and hope I'll manage to have a successful poo. I will update you soon, bye for now!
Rachel
My Toilet Habits
A lot of people have posted their toiler habits, so I might as well add mine. I'm uusually pretty regular. When I get up in the morning I pee and poop. Around 10:30 j pee. After lunch, I pee and poop. Around three, I pee again. Before I go home, I pee again. After dinner, I pee and poop. Before bedtime, I pee again. Around two AM, I wake up and pee again. There are differences though. I asked iWill if he wanted to post his habits, but he doesnnt like to go public,
Anna from Austria
The question about the differences between bathroom habits at school and college is quite interesting.
According to my experience, there were big differences. During my school days I knew some girls that did not poop school. so they try to hold it tillt they got home. Not sure if they always made it but it seems that way.
I never heard other girls pooping at the girls room at school. the only pooping sounds and smell i could here where my own. Was quite embarrassing especially when I knew the girls that were using the bathroom too.
At unversity it is the complete opposite. Most of the girls were not poop shy and I was not the only one pooping anymore. They also were much more open about that the topic. At school the girls would never alk about that. Sometimes they just comment the bad smell and laugh.
@Mina Nice to read from you again.
So thats it for today
Greetings from Austria
Anna
Matthew
Some answers to Steve A's survey
1. On using public bathrooms in the college dorm: I think that this is a hurdle that a lot of people deal with. I found that the first few weeks, it was pretty awkward for me and others. My roommate refused to use the dorm bathroom and used to hold it until he got to a secluded bathroom so he'd have total privacy. He confided in me that he was physically unable to poop if anyone was in the room. I found that after a few weeks, most of the guys on my floor became pretty relaxed, often joking about the farts and the smells. Of course the food in the cafeteria promoted loose and smelly bowel movements for most everyone, so this was a source of a lot of humor.
2. Why some poop more than others: I think one of the deciding factors in pooping amounts is the amount of water consumed. Those who have large and loose stools probably hydrate sufficiently. Those with hard and dry stools that plop into the bowl with a huge thud probably could use some more water. I have found myself that when it's very hot out and I haven't drunk enough water, I tend to get a bit stopped up. Drinking a large amount of water will get things moving again.
Curious Cody
What will I be sitting in?
It just seems that I take most of my craps away from home. Sometimes it is at school, at large athletic events at our muny arena, at the theater, at the park. For instance, just last week I shitted at each of these places.
At school, I was between classes. Had been holding my crap for two hours. Long lines for the 10 or 12 urinals so some of the guys were directly going into the stalls. No privacy doors. You can see them pulling down their zippers and letting their pee splash right onto the seat and sometimes the floor. Then it is my turn to take my crap. What's left on the roll will half help me clean myself after the crap. They could have helped by lifting the seat. Why is it so hard?
The next evening me and my friend Halli went to a college baseball game. I went down to the toilets after 4th inning. Again there was a line and wet seats. Some of the crappers didn't seem to mind the wet seats, but they make me mad. Is flicking the seat up such a hard task to learn?
After school, me and Halli walked down to the park to study since it was such a nice day. I guess it was the two huge footlongs and giant pop that Halli and I shared. But after an hour I had to go to the bathroom. Kind of a gross situation because the four toilets were right out on the open. Kind of strange, but two of them had the seat busted off. Did someone steal them and take them home? Two young boys were taking a pee into the toilet. One from the left side; the other from the right side. Of course, the seat was drenched. And the boys went running out, still working on zipping up. I was mad enough to try and stop them, but something told me that could be misconstrued. Was I right not to stop them and have them wipe up their carelessness?
On Saturday evening me and Halli went to the movies. I drank a huge 36-ounce soda and ate a large popcorn that made me need to dump. I went to the restroom and none of the six toilets had enough toilet paper left. Also, I guess as a result of the afternoon kids matinee, the bathroom had been trashed. Yes, I sat down and crapped. I got one wipe out of the toilet paper left and I had to go into two other toilets to get the paper to do a better wipe. Just as I was leaving the final toilet, two young boys who were about 5 came running in. They did their pees without closing the door. I didn't hear the seat being lifted. It makes me wonder why they haven't been taught to think of the next user. How can this be explained?
I have 2 stories. The first was when I was in the hall and witnessed a girl almost gagging when she came out of the bathroom complaining about how it stinks to high heaven.
Layer that day I went into the ladies room and was hit with a stinky poop smell. It stunk like poop and a hint of eggs but unfortunately I don't get to see who made that smell.
Post Title (optional)searching
I have been searching forever on this site for an old post. It was about a woman who went to work but returned home and caught her SO with shit in his pants. It said she claimed the stairs and it at first smelled like the dog had pooped in the house. Ran word searches and keep coming up with nothing. Great caught story.
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Brittany B great story it sounds like you both had great poops and it sounds like you had to poop a lot as well.
To: Benjamin it sounds like Carrie had a pretty rough time.
To: Chloe great story it sounds like you had a good poop and so did those other girls as well and it sounds like that one girl really had to poop a lot.
To: Braidy great story.
To: Winnie The Poo great story.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Friday, May 04, 2018
Blob
2am Today
At about 2am today I hear foot steps and voices in the back lane, so I looked out of me bedroom window to see two men walking down the lane and two women a few yards behind them. One of the women said something and the men went on down the lane.
Opposite my house is a 3 bay garage set back from the lane with a transit van packed across the middle and the right hand doors. One of the females went to the left door and dropped her trousers and went into a squat, when she was done she stood and pulled up her knicker and trousers, at this point I saw a dark bush, and both females walked off down the lane leaving a wet patch and a small stream out into the lane.
I wish my neighbour would prune his tree as the lighting pole is shaded by the branches.
Jasmin K
Back to the toilet again
Hi it seems ages since I last posted due to my last post not making it to the forum.
I'm still getting constipated quite often, I had 2 weeks around Easter where I just couldn't do a poo. I was away with friends at the fairground the week before and only really ate junk food, crisps sweets and certainly not enough liquid and even though I went on the toilet every morning the fact it was a public toilet and I could only spend sort of half an hour there didn't help, I strained as hard as I could as soon as I sat and getting just a couple of little pebbles breaking off a huge stuck solid log which when I strained really hard would poke out but when I stopped straining would go back inside. I soiled my leggings because softer Poo leaked round the hard mass. I ended up wearing 2 pairs of knickers because of this, I even woke up in the night and it was poking out of my bum. When I returned home it took several long sessions on the toilet to get it out. It would push into my bum and protrude when I strained so I kept breaking bits off, couple of hard chunks each time. Eventually after the 4 th sit on the toilet I managed to force the large solid mass through my bum. It made my eyes water and felt like I was being torn open but I kept pushing and the fattest piece splashed into the water. After that each push brought more chunks and logs and some soft mushy poo.i think I must have dropped a couple of sizes round my belly.
I started a new job after Easter and my daily start time is 11.00 untill 21.00 hrs. This allows me to have a good poo on a morning before work so I'm not having to hold untill I get home. I not really been constipated since I started my morning routine again, I sit on the toilet straining untill I make my self poo, some days when I feel I need to poo it's quite quick 10 mins from sitting to wiping but when I don't need to poo and have to make it come it can be up to an hour. If I've been there an hour and not done it but it feels like it's on it's way I keep straining for up to another 20 minutes before I leave it for 1/2 hour then go back again just before leaving for work. It usually come out the second time.When My poo is ready to come out its usually 1 large solid piece which I strain hard to get it through my bum. When I spend ages straining to make it come it's consists mainly of chunks and pebbles.
Jas k
Steve A
Survey
1. In college: Are people "more open" with bathroom usage rather than in high school?
2. Have you ever wondered why someone pooped more than you?
3. Do you believe that stomach viruses/bugs go away on their own or should medication/antibiotics be involved?
4. What was your families thoughts on farting, burping, and pooping?
Did they think it was funny or disgusting? Maybe they even felt ashamed/embarrassed about it?
5. What's your opinion on the people who do "bathroom related pranks"?
6. How hard is it for you to use a restroom with no stall doors or other lacks of privacy?
7. What's your opinion of peeing in the pool?
8. Do you think some teachers need to adjust their bathroom policy with their students?
9. Is it really that bad to use the bathroom of your opposite gender if the one assigned to you is out of order and you have to go really bad?
10. What's your most memorable bathroom related story?
Steve A
My Answers to My Survey
My Answers:
1. Yes, they're more open about it at my college, but I also see some people who are a bit shy when it comes to using the bathroom. They either use the gender neutral ones (single use only) or go late at night while everyone's sleeping. The incoming freshman class may feel slightly more shy about it because the initial thought of living with a bunch of strangers who use the bathroom together might be a bit much for some of them to handle at first. But then they get used to it overtime.
2. I've wondered at times, but then I found out why. Some people have different diets, eat more than others, and exercise frequently. There's nothing wrong with it, but from some of the stories on here, it's quite interesting when someone said that they filled up the entire bowl one time...
3. It all depends on how severe it is. For me, mine normally lasted a day or even half a day. Just by drinking water and eating light foods can help in the long run.
4. My family was open and thought it was humorous at times. No one felt ashamed or embarrassed about it.
5. At first, we all think it's real, but then we get a huge sigh of relief when we found out that it was just a prank. But for the laxative ones, I'd not be happy about it because it obviously messes with your stomach and it can be dangerous at times.
6. It wouldn't be so hard for me, but I'd probably take the one on the end just so I'd feel slightly more comfortable about it.
7. Everyone probably did it at least once before, including me.
8. Yes, I think teachers should allow students to miss class to use the bathroom because it would teach them responsibility. If you want to go, then you can go, but you'll have to catch up on whatever you missed while you were gone.
9. I don't see the harm in it, but others may feel uncomfortable about it. I'd just explain the situation to them and most likely, they'll let you use it due to the circumstances.
10. Most memorable:
While I was in high school, I decided to leave a toilet unflushed in the gym locker room because I wanted to get a reaction out of the other students in my class. There was a (foot-long) in the toilet from me and some people were shocked when they saw it. Even though they eventually found out it was me, we all enjoyed a laugh and continued on with our day.
Brittany B
A Poop with an Acquaintance
Hi all! I'm back to share more memories and chat with all you cool people here at The Toilet!
Finn - Welcome! Your housemate sounds like a girl I would love to share a public bathroom with! Or even a private bathroom haha Plenty of girls take big dumps, let me tell you. Peruse this board enough and you'll find plenty of stories of exactly that! I hope you share more about yourself and your housemate.
Gabriella - Hey girl! The sounded like a really nice dump you had between those 2 other girls. Pooping in the library at college almost always guarantees you'll have neighbors haha I wouldn't mind being your neighbor during a nice dump session. Looking forward to hearing more from you!
PN - College girls who live in dorms without private toilets basically have to be open about their bowels! It was so fun to me to poop and hear all the other girls poop during my time there. I'd be willing to share a toilet with some of my girlfriends myself, sadly, they're all poo shy haha I guess it was strange because I never expected to actually see it.
Jessica B - You were really lucky to get to see that Italian girl come out of the toilet after having that stinky dump! Too bad you weren't able to hear anything haha
Rochelle - Oh my God! Your mom sounds like my kind of lady! I bet it was much easier for you to share with your mom than it was those 2 girls in my dorm haha I'd love to share a bathroom with you! And your mom for that matter! I'm glad your mom loved pooping and passed on that same love you haha I gotta say, I really do love pooping too.
Ok, onto another memory. This is one I remember doing in the school library. I was there to work on a project for one of my classes that the professor assigned us to do in pairs. We didn't get to choose our partners, and I was paired with this girl named Nichole. I wasn't really close friends with her, but she was majoring in the same thing as me, so I knew her from a lot of my other classes. She was a cute brunette, probably about an inch shorter than and had a pear shaped body, so she had a pretty rockin' butt haha but it was still rather proportional for someone who was only 5'5".
Anyway, we were working there for a few hours, and a bit before we decided to call it a day, I started to feel that all too familiar feeling of a large mass of turds descending into my bowels and asking for release. I figured I'd finish up our work, and then hit the library toilets before heading home. As we finished up and gathered our things, we were discussing when we were going to meet again, and some ideas for our project. We started heading towards the doors to leave when I said that I needed to hit the girls room before I left. She said ok, and proceeded to follow me while continuing to talk about our project. We reached the bathroom, still talking. The four stalls in this bathroom were all empty, so I went and claimed the 3rd stall for myself, while Nichole went into the 2nd stall next to me. She and I continued to discuss our project while I dropped my shorts and panties to my knees and plopped my butt onto the toilet. I saw her hip-hugging jeans drop to her ankles along with her panties, and she dropped herself onto her toilet as well. I was really hoping that he didn't mind I was about to destroy my toilet haha! We both peed, and when I was done peeing, I started to drop my usual mushy, wet, and numerous turds into my toilet. They were crackling and plopping quite loudly. I dropped 6 plops and then cut a short, wet fart, almost like a punctuation to my first was of plops. Nichole didn't even bat an eye and kept discussing our project, and then I heard her grunt out a loud fart as she crackled out 3 loud plops of her own! I was so excited to hear this cute girl poop! I farted and plopped another 4 turds in the bowl, and couldn't help but grunt a little and sigh since I was already talking with Nichole. She was really going at it too, with loud, steady plops that crackled out with some short farts in between. I grunted out another fart while we talked and then a long, soft rope of poop crackled out and began to coil up on top of the rest of my messy load. Nichole dropped 3 more turds and farted one last time before starting to wipe that bubble butt of hers. My coil ended as she flushed her toilet. She pulled her panties and jeans back up as I started to wipe my messy butt.
Nichole and I really did a number on those toilets! That bathroom was really stinky haha! I flushed my toilet and pulled my shorts back up and went out to meet Nichole at the sinks. After we washed our hands, she looked at me and apologized for taking a stinky dump in my presence, she just couldn't hold it anymore. I laughed and told her it was totally fine and that I just had to drop that load too hahaha and we left that stinky bathroom.
Pooping with Nichole was a really fun experience. I wonder what she's up to nowadays...
Peace!
Post Response to Steve A's survey
1. Yes.
2. As a little kid, I often wondered this.
3. I'm not really sure.
4. My family was opening about farting and burping. As long as we would say "excuse me" after. My mom didn't really like to say fart, she would say "Bust a bean" or "busting beans."
5. I think it's fine as long as they don't harm the people using the bathroom.
6. I probably wouldn't be able to use the bathroom in public with no stall.
7. I still do it, and I'm fine with it.
8. Yes. My mom is actually a teacher, and she lets students use the bathroom when they need to.
9. I'm not really sure since I never had that experience, but if I really needed to go I would.
10. I'm gonna save that for a post.
Ted
Thanks Rochelle
Your story about the relationship you shared with your Mom was wonderful. Thank you for sharing.
Melvin B-lover
Steve A''s survey
1. When I was in college I noticed a much more openness about pooping in restrooms than in high school. College was just way more mature.
2. No I haven't wondered. It can vary from time to time.
3. Depends on the severity and length of time of the illness.
4. My family, whether it was at home with parents, siblings, or unxles, aunts, etc., there was plenty shameless bodily functions, as it should be in my opinion.
5. If you're referring to something like slipping laxatives in a person's food or drink - that's wrong in my opinion. Also I never could see the humor in such acts.
6.Not hard at all - especially if others are doing the same in there.
7. No one should do it, even in a chlorinated pool, even though I've done it as a kid, as I'm sure many others have. The thought of swimming in the area of someone who peed or is peeing is bad. Reminds me of a 'South Park' episode where Cartman was afraid of being in the pool with the younger kids, and for good reason; every time he was in the pool, the younger kids would jump in and the pool would instantly become yellow.
8. Only if the student has a bladder or bowel problem that may require instant relief.
9. In that circumstance, I wish it wasn't that bad. Like for me, I'd really hate to be in such a position in which I'd have to walk into a women's bathroom, especially one filled with girls, women, children - while having to poop, or pee, badly.
10. Hard, or even impossible to answer this one. I'm 40, and have had thousands, maybe a million plus bathroom visits, whether private or public restrooms. When I think about it, so many other posters on here gave or had many adventurous bathroom stories than I could've imagined.
Happy pooping all.
Benjamin
Camping in the snow with Carrie
In November of my twelfth year, Carrie and I persuaded our parents to let us camp in the woods during a light snowstorm. They hesitantly agreed but warned us to stay close and to come right home if anything was wrong. I packed a pop-up tent and carried it in a sling over my shoulder, along with our sleeping bags. Carrie brought a backpack full of dry foods and bottles of water. We would only stay one night and two days.
We set out in the morning and trekked into the snowy woods, wearing thick clothes and heavy boots. We walked for about twenty minutes until we came to a space between four trees that was devoid of snow due to the thick branches overhead. I set about setting up the pop tent, which only took a few minutes, and spread our thick, cold-weather sleeping bags and pillows inside. Carrie put the backpack in a corner of the tent. A nice little home in the woods.
Carrie had brought a five-gallon bucket, which she said was going to be our toilet, as it was so cold outside. She set it in another corner. I went outside and laboriously dug a deep hole with a spade I'd brought until I felt it was good enough. Going back inside the tent, I saw Carrie pulling down her pants and sitting on the bucket. A hissing immediately started as she started to pee and she let out a sigh.
Finally, her pee stopped and she got off the bucket. After she pulled up her pants, she grabbed the bucket and made to step outside to empty it down the hole I'd dug a few feet from the tent. I told her I needed to go, too, and took it from her before she did. I undid my pants and slid them down to my knees. Holding the bucket close to my penis, I sighed as I peed into it. I finished and dumped the nearly full bucket into the hole with a splash.
Carrie and I were very close and neither of us were bothered by bathroom needs around the other. After peeing, we sat down on the floor to eat a lunch of prepacked sandwiches and a bottle of water each. For the rest of the day, we read books and played games on Carrie's Nintendo DS.
Toward the evening, Carrie let out a few soft farts and she finally told me that she was beginning to need a poop. She got up and went over to the bucket. I opened one of the tent windows in preparation, which made her laugh. "It's not going to be that stinky!" she giggled.
Pulling down her pants, she sat on the bucket and leaned forward slightly. A sprinkling of pee pattered in the bucket first. Then her mouth puckered as she started pushing and suddenly she let out a loud fart, which made a high-pitched noise in the bucket. We both laughed, her face reddening a little in embarrassment.
She grunted, leaning forward further, and finally there was a thud on the bottom of the bucket. She sighed and relaxed. Then she tensed up again to push and held her breath while pushing. Another big thud echoed in the bucket. A second, louder fart boomed out of her and she laughed out loud, grinning at me. I smiled back.
Carrie grunted again, pushing hard, and sighed as another turd hit the bottom of the bucket with a thud. A third, softer fart echoed in the bucket and she sighed in relief. She peed a tiny bit more. Then, she asked for the toilet paper and I gave her the roll we'd brought with us. She tore off some and wiped her front and then her butt twice, tossing the paper into the bucket between her legs. She stood up and made a face.
"Blech, it stinks in here!" She pinched her nose as she giggled.
"You pooped in a bucket, it's gonna smell," I said and she nodded.
We glanced in and I saw a huge pile of poop in the bottom, surrounded by some pee. Carrie laughed when she saw how much she'd pooped. "Wow! I didn't know all that was in me!"
I told her I needed to poop now and she stepped out of the way, smiling. First, I unzipped my fly and peed into the bucket standing up. Pulling down my pants, I sat carefully on the bucket. I grunted as I started pushing. Slowly, I felt my butt open up and a big turd sliding out. With a final push, it slipped out and dropped with a plop onto Carrie's poop. Carrie giggled.
Another hard push had me gripping the sides of the bucket for assistance and slowly a huge, painful turd slid out of my bottom, making me grimace, grunt, and strain. Finally, after a few minutes of pain, it dropped into the bucket with a loud thud and I let out my breath. I could feel that I was red in the face.
A small fart slipped out as I pushed again with a grunt. A small poop slid out and landed on our poop with a splat. A last, louder fart and I was done. I looked up at Carrie from my position leaning forward and saw she was smiling. "Phew, I'm done," I told her.
She handed me the roll and I quickly wiped my butt, dropping the paper into the bucket. Standing up, I made a face at how bad it smelled in here now. Carrie opened the other window flaps, which helped a bit. I picked up the now-heavy bucket and dumped its contents down the hole with a loud splat. I asked Carrie if she wanted the bucket inside and she said yes, she didn't want a cold bottom.
Putting the bucket back in the corner, Carrie and I ate a few more sandwiches and then snuggled down in our sleeping bags. Carrie started snoring after a few minutes and I slowly drifted off to sleep, too.
I awoke early to sounds of Carrie grunting in pain. Worried, I looked up to see her hunched on the bucket with her pants at her ankles, grimacing as she strained. Her arms were folded across her stomach and she was leaning forward, her eyes squeezed shut. She let out a groan and there was a loose splattering in the bucket. She was having diarrhea. A loud, wet fart echoed in the bucket and she groaned again as another splatter hit the bottom. For several minutes, Carrie farted and squirted out diarrhea, grimacing and groaning as she strained to relieve herself.
Finally, after about ten minutes, her stomach cramps seemed to subside and she put her head in her hands, breathing hard. A few last, soft farts echoed in the bucket as she sat there. At last, she looked up at me with a strained expression. "Ugh, I don't feel well," she moaned quietly. She really didn't look well, sweat soaking through her shirt and on her face, her body a bit shaky.
My stomach was starting to cramp up, too, I noticed. I asked if I could use the bucket and she hesitated, saying she didn't think she could get off yet, just in case. My own stomach cramps becoming more painful, I quickly unzipped the tent and dashed over to the hole I'd dug. Tugging down my pants, I squatted over the hole and groaned as a huge rush of diarrhea poured out of me, splashing into the hole. Another cramp gripped me and a round of big, loud farts exploded out of my bottom.
Another gush of diarrhea poured out and suddenly I felt a wave of nausea come over me. Spinning around, I crouched over the hole and retched several times, my stomach heaving and squirming. With a huge heave, I vomited into the pit, gripping my knees for support.
I threw up several times, my stomach tying itself into knots as I did. Finally, I could only retch without bringing anything else up. Then I spun round again and grunted as another, long splatter of diarrhea dropped into the pit with many farts. Finally, I just squatted there, completely wrung out and empty. I burped several times, but felt no more urges to vomit, which was a relief.
"Carrie?" I gasped in a ragged voice. "I'm- I'm done. Can I have the toilet paper, please?"
Carrie, who was still sitting on the toilet bucket, hurried to give it to me and I gingerly wiped my bottom, needing several wipes. I dropped the paper into the hole and shakily stood up. My stomach clenched at the thought of looking at it, so I didn't.
We lay down on our sleeping bags, holding hands, listening to each other's heavy breathing. Carrie let out a few more farts as she lay there with her eyes closed. I moved closer to her and slipped an arm around her. She opened her eyes and smiled weakly at me.
Suddenly, I leaned close and kissed her. She kissed me back. We held on to each other for several minutes, before we pulled apart and she smiled shyly at me. She raised our entwined hands and kissed it softly. Then her eyes drooped and she was snoring after a few moments. My own tiredness got to me and I dropped off a few minutes later.
In the late evening, we woke up again and wearily packed up and started to make our way back home. On the way, Carrie stopped to pee and even managed to strain out a small turd, with a tiny fart at the end. I peed against a tree about five minutes from home and dropped my pants to squat and try to go. I strained for a few minutes but nothing else came out and I pulled up my pants again. We made it home and Carrie gave me another shy kiss before we headed to our own houses.