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Jane
It doesn't pay to hold it in, no matter how badly you feel like going, especially to have a #2. One day, when I was in high school (a long time ago), I felt like having a BM shortly after lunch. At the time, I felt uneasy about using public toilets, so I would usually hold it in until after I got home. At first, I only had a filled-up feeling in my butt, so I thought I could wait until after I got home from a doctor's appointment. I went to the doctor's office, where I started to feel stomach cramps. When my appointment was over, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I bolted for the nearest ladies room.

I went in and walked past two little kids (ages 4 or 5) with their nanny. One of them was a boy. The nanny was helping the little girl wash her hands. I went into the middle stall, lifted my uniform skirt and lowered my panties, and sat and immediately pushed a soft log. Soon after I started pushing several soft long logs, one right after the other. These turds were very soft and a bit slimy, but still solid. As I was pushing, I saw a couple of little feet right at the door of my stall, with the toes pointed in my direction. I recognized the shoes as belonging to the little boy. In fact, I saw one of his eyes through the crack. I paid no attention and went on with my business. I had pushed out about a dozen pieces, paused for a few seconds, and continued to push out more soft logs, with no end in sight. The little boy's feet were still right at my door. A strong poop smell began to emerge and must have filled the whole room by this time. Suddenly the nanny screams at the boy to get away from the stall. I flushed the toilet to alleviate the poop smell and prevent the toilet from clogging, though it was a strong flush. The kids and the nanny left shortly thereafter.

I kept right on pooping, pushing out long soft turds. It felt a little slimy but still somewhat solid. I continued to feel some discomfort in my stomach. In fact, it was feeling a little worse. I must have pushed out another two dozen pieces of poop when I flushed again. I continued to push out long soft turds, though they were a bit softer. My stomach still hurt, and I thought if I pushed a little harder it would come out in an explosive rush. But it wasn't happening this time, as it would only come out slowly. I flushed the toilet again, then I pushed out a few more logs before I was finally done. I wiped several times, got up and flushed, and was relieved I didn't leave anything but a big poop smell behind. I felt a couple of pounds lighter after that.

Rose: I tried to explain the same thing to Public Toilet Hater, but he said he pushed out too much poop before he could flush (sorry I couldn't help, Public Toilet Hater). At least it wasn't a bloody mess.



Moria
James, I agree that if your wife is a shy or prudish type then you may have difficulty approaching such a subject. You could try mentioning it in conversation as if casually, for example "I heard one of the men at work saying his wife leaves the toilet door open she does a BM and even calls him in with her and continues to talk to him as she is sitting there doing it" or words to that effect.This said as a plain statement of fact without any slant or spin on your part would at least elicit a response and you could then deduce her attitude. You would be amazed perhaps that many women actually get as big a buzz from passing a big solid motion as men, as reading back through this website will prove. It could be that your wife is too shy to mention such a matter to YOU. In my case I have been into such matters since I was a kid and used to let my brother and selected friends watch me doing a big jobbie so understood what George was up to by standing around outside the door listeni! ng when I did a motion and going into the toilet to see if it had stuck in the pan. It was easy for me to invite him to come in with me and discuss our mutual interest in such matters. You could try the idea from Dork of removing the toilet paper so she has to call you to bring in a roll, alternatively if your toilet and bathroom are combined you could either have a shower or bath at the time she usually does a motion so she has to come in and do it with you in there or you could wait till she is in the bath or shower then ask to come into the toilet as you need yourself. Its up to you, I assume she is unaware that you access and post to this website. Let's know how you get on but bear in mind once asked this question cannot be erased from her memory and she COULD be very anti. She's your wife so you should know her.

IBS, a lot more common than people might like to think. There are various causes and symptoms. Sometimes alternating diarrhea and constipation, othertim! es just diarrhea or very loose explosive stools with an urgency to defecate immediately or very soon after a meal, passing a lot of mucus with the stools, extreme and uncomfortable flatulence, sometimes spasms and gripeing pains in the abdomen and a feeling of needing to defecate even after a bowel movement. Now if you have bowel symptoms especially if these are a change in your normal functions I recomend you to see a doctor just to ensure that it is nothing more serious (such as Ulcerative Colitis as Public Toilet Hater suffered- hopefully now being cured or relieved in his case). Assuming it is IBS then there are various over the counter medicines. Aleverine citrate, an antispasmodic helps relax the bowels, Colpermin, (peppermint oil in capsules which dissolve in the bowel and calm it down)and Colofac are three and Imodium and Lomotil are of help to slow down the bowel and stop the urgency and sudden post prandial diarrhea by ensuring more solid stools. Stress can be a big! factor but, unlike some glib advisors, I realise that it is very difficult if not impossible to reduce the stress of modern work and life. We cant all change jobs given our family and financial committments, or for that matter easily change partner or family if this is the cause!


Timid Tigress
Okay, here's a story I've been contemplating posting, because it was really embarrassing and I haven't talked about it since it happened. But since everyone is so sympathetic here and so many people have had similar accidents, I can talk about it here.
A week before my first semester at this college, my family and I had made teh 3-and-a-half hour trip up here to the school to check into my dorm room and put some of my things into the room. And my mother's husband (my parents both remarried after their divorce) insisted we stop by Krystals (please pardon the misspelling if any) to grab breakfast. Not the thing to eat on a road day. But anyway, I ate two of those breakfast sandwiches and a coke. Well, things were fine until we got to the college and to the dorm. While we were moving things into the room, my stomach started really cramping. I don't get upset stomach often at all, so I was sure it was what I ate for breakfast. So I very quickly familiarized myself wi! th the restroom near my room. The minute I sat down on the toilet, everything came out like a tidal wave. I think someone came in while I was doing this, but luckily this bathroom had a noisy ventilator fan running. Finally, after fifteen minutes my mother came in and knocked on the stall door, asking if I was okay. By then I was nearly finished. It was a really close call with the TP since there wasn't much left on the roll. Anyway, I went back to my room and finished putting my stuff in order. and then it was time to go. And I still felt okay. And then on our way out of town, we stopped and grabbed another hamburger, but not from the first place we stopped. And, guess what? About half the way home, while we were driving in the middle of nowhere, my stomach began grumbling and gurgling again. I guess the combination of all the fastfood and the long ride in the back of the car caused the trouble. So I mentioned to my mother's husband that we might want to find a r! estroom or reststop. We were driving on a long road that is often used for hiking and camping nearby because it's really pretty and green. Pretty and green... with no rest stops whatsoever. He came along a smalled road with houses on it. I asked if we could stop and ask one of the homeowners if I could please use their toilet, because I've never had runny bowels outside, and didn't want to do it this time either. My family didn't take too nicely to the idea of talking to strangers, so we kept driving. Finally, I knew things weren't going to stay put for long, so we pulled over to the side of the road. My mother and I walked out to find a place private enough to go. I guess it had rained earlier, because everything was muddy. It was really nasty. And because I was so tense, nothing would come out. It was really annoying. So finally we got back into the car. For most of the trip back my stomach kept complaining but nothing happened. And then we got into the city ab! out 30 minutes from our home. Bahtrooms everywhere, but because we were so close my mother's hubby insisted I wait till we got home because it'd be quicker to go straight through without stopping. Not quick enough. All of a sudden, I lost everything. It kept coming and coming, filling my panties and my nice new shorts. I grabbed a towel we had in the car and sat on that until we got home. I cried most of the way, but my mother husbands tried comforting me by telling me story about when on a day when he really had to go during his job as a delivery man for some company, he had to poop in a box and use a paper bag for TP because there wasn't a restroom. When we got home I got out of the car with the towel still wrapped around me and ran to the bathroom. Of course, by then, I didn't have to go anymore and had no more trouble with my stomach after that. I tried my best to get everything out of my shorts and panties, put them in the laundry, and jumped into the shower. M! y family was very sympathetic, but it still really embarrassed me. That's the first time I can remember doing that in my pants since I was a little girl.

Okay, here's a story I've been contemplating posting, because it was really embarrassing and I haven't talked about it since it happened. But since everyone is so sympathetic here and so many people have had similar accidents, I can talk about it here.
A week before my first semester at this college, my family and I had made teh 3-and-a-half hour trip up here to the school to check into my dorm room and put some of my things into the room. And my mother's husband (my parents both remarried after their divorce) insisted we stop by Krystals (please pardon the misspelling if any) to grab breakfast. Not the thing to eat on a road day. But anyway, I ate two of those breakfast sandwiches and a coke. Well, things were fine until we got to the college and to the dorm. While we were moving things into the room, my stomach started really cramping. I don't get upset stomach often at all, so I was sure it was what I ate for breakfast. So I very quickly familiarized myself wi! th the restroom near my room. The minute I sat down on the toilet, everything came out like a tidal wave. I think someone came in while I was doing this, but luckily this bathroom had a noisy ventilator fan running. Finally, after fifteen minutes my mother came in and knocked on the stall door, asking if I was okay. By then I was nearly finished. It was a really close call with the TP since there wasn't much left on the roll. Anyway, I went back to my room and finished putting my stuff in order. and then it was time to go. And I still felt okay. And then on our way out of town, we stopped and grabbed another hamburger, but not from the first place we stopped. And, guess what? About half the way home, while we were driving in the middle of nowhere, my stomach began grumbling and gurgling again. I guess the combination of all the fastfood and the long ride in the back of the car caused the trouble. So I mentioned to my mother's husband that we might want to find a r! estroom or reststop. We were driving on a long road that is often used for hiking and camping nearby because it's really pretty and green. Pretty and green... with no rest stops whatsoever. He came along a smalled road with houses on it. I asked if we could stop and ask one of the homeowners if I could please use their toilet, because I've never had runny bowels outside, and didn't want to do it this time either. My family didn't take too nicely to the idea of talking to strangers, so we kept driving. Finally, I knew things weren't going to stay put for long, so we pulled over to the side of the road. My mother and I walked out to find a place private enough to go. I guess it had rained earlier, because everything was muddy. It was really nasty. And because I was so tense, nothing would come out. It was really annoying. So finally we got back into the car. For most of the trip back my stomach kept complaining but nothing happened. And then we got into the city ab! out 30 minutes from our home. Bahtrooms everywhere, but because we were so close my mother's hubby insisted I wait till we got home because it'd be quicker to go straight through without stopping. Not quick enough. All of a sudden, I lost everything. It kept coming and coming, filling my panties and my nice new shorts. I grabbed a towel we had in the car and sat on that until we got home. I cried most of the way, but my mother husbands tried comforting me by telling me story about when on a day when he really had to go during his job as a delivery man for some company, he had to poop in a box and use a paper bag for TP because there wasn't a restroom. When we got home I got out of the car with the towel still wrapped around me and ran to the bathroom. Of course, by then, I didn't have to go anymore and had no more trouble with my stomach after that. I tried my best to get everything out of my shorts and panties, put them in the laundry, and jumped into the shower. M! y family was very sympathetic, but it still really embarrassed me. That's the first time I can remember doing that in my pants since I was a little girl.
Hello again everyone.
To Jay from Texas: Hmmm. Just where did you see this toilet seat with the opening in the back? I've never seen one of these. Shapes and styles of toilets have always interested me. I once saw a seat in a hospital bathroom that had armrest kind of things on it. I guess it was actually intended to keep the person sitting on it from fallingor losing their balance. But I've never seen one with a hole in the back of it.
A new wheelchair-accessible restroom was installed in our dorm last fall. But most of the people on our end of the hall use it because it's closer to their rooms that the main restroom. Anyway, I think they'd had some slight plumbing problems when it was first finished. One day, I was told that there were two people in there, and when one flushed the toilet, the othe! r got a wet butt while she was still sitting on the other toilet. It hink they got the problem fixed after that.
Reading about the post about the drug test, I was reminded of the yearly physicals we had to get in high school if we wanted to be in the athletic program. And I was on the track team in high school. (Yes, blind people can run track, though there are some slight adjustments for it. I'd explain it, but I won't unless someone asks, since it's off-topic here.) anyway, they were pretty busy at the health cclinic we went to. And we had to have a urine test. So after we'd all peed in the cups, which happened to be the same little wax-paper cups we'd get our juice in at school, we all were told to sit in this hallway in a line of chairs and wait for our turns to go into the exam room. Well, I was holding my cup, and suddenly someone made a loud noise and scared the living daylights out of me, and I dropped the cup. Thank goodness it landed right-side-up and ! didn't spill. Because I didn't have to go anymore and would have had trouble explaining to the nurse what had happened to the cup.
Later, everyone.

Timid Tigress
Hello again. Wow, I never intended on posting so often, but with school and all its insanity, if I don't post something while I'm thinking about it, I'm liable to forget about it.
Okay, I'm visiting California for spring break. It's going to be a long flight because it's going from Mobile, alabama to Atlanta, Georgia, and then from there to San Jose. I've flown before, but it wasn't as long a flight as this will be, so I didn't visit the restroom on the plane. I know that I'll have to this time, though. Could someone please describe in detail what an airplane restroom is like? I'd hate to get into one and not be able to find the TP, or the flush mechanism, or anything like that.
Also, since I'm new to the forum, I don't really know as much about the regulars here as most people do. So, if any of you don't mind, could you give me some background info about yourselves? Maybe then I'll feel more comfortable about talking about things. Thanks a lot, all.
Okay, gotta go. I had a salad for lunch and it's starting to talk to me.


J Jr.
It's been a while since I've posted after doing so a few times, I've just been a busy man with work, among other things.

I really think I should start doing No. 2 at work more. Most afternoons I usually have the urge to, but I always make a habit of holding it until I get home. My dumps are very uneventful, just a few small to medium-sized logs, however, I did do a good one a few days ago, about 8-9 inches curled like a J. It was the first time I had done one of those in a while. I used to be able to do good sized ones, but I can't anymore for some reason -- they're just loose, smaller logs. Maybe if I don't go for a few days I can get a good one. Any suggestions?

Tony, your stories are quite entertaining! I'm surprised that you don't have a plumber that comes regularly to your house to unstop the drain after the sizes of the turds that you and your wife do. How much do you guys eat in a day to produce such masses?

Sandra, same question. You seem to! do some good-sized ones too! I'm jealous! What's your secret?

Again, it's really nice to know that there are people out there who get turned on by this stuff as much as I do. However, I think those shitting porn sites ought to be banned. Talking about it is fun, entertaining and open, but to see those sites where men and women shit on each other and in mouths and all that draws the line. It is completely sick!!

I did a Yahoo search to find this site and it is amazing how many of those kind of shitting porn sites there are. Yeech!


Adrian
Tony. I don't think Anne was quite as desperate as Patricia but I'm still of the opinion that she needed to do a 'jobbie' and should have done so when she had the chance. It was that kind of fart and I sensed that she was the sort of girl who did big, round, meaty jobbies. She wasn't fat as such but she was fairly stocky and by no means skimpy. I don't know whether it's true or not because I wasn't there at the time, but I once heard it rumoured that she'd done some farts in class.

I really enjoyed your story about Patricia. It sounds to me as though you were a real young gentleman, doing the honourable thing and letting her use the facilities at your house. I think I'd have done the same thing for Anne if my bus stop had been earlier than mine (we lived in the same village) and she'd been desperate enough. Still, I think she made it home in time.

You mentioned your RC upbringing and the fact that you went to church. Do you have any recollections of y! ou, your mother or anyone else being 'taken short' in church? I think most catholic churches nowadays (post Vatican II) have toilets but I don't know what the situation was like years ago. Although I'm not RC myself, I've occasionally gone to weekday Mass at my local RC church as a gesture of ecumenical goodwill. On one occasion, an elderly lady told me afterwards that she needed to go for a wee wee but was worried about asking the priest to unlock the toilet for her and didn't know whether she'd make it home or not. I tried to persuade her to ask the priest (I don't think he'd have minded in the slightest) but she was reluctant to do so. I don't know what happened. I think the likeliest scenario is that she got home okay and onto the toilet just in time.

A lot of rural Anglican churches here in England don't have toilets though. I think they're about the only public buildings left which aren't obliged to have them. A year or so ago I was at an Epiphany eveni! ng Eucharist in a local village church and, despite having been too the loo before leaving home, realised at an early stage in the service that I needed to wee. I'd drunk too much tea at work and at teatime. At first I thought I'd be okay but the realisation soon dawned that I wouldn't, so I slipped out during one one of the hymns and found a discreet yew tree. My, what bliss! I returned to the service and behaved as though nothing had happened. Ironically, I was sat next to a very lovely lady called Anne!


Sandra
NJ - When I squat to poop I lean back flat on my feet although my high heels tend to push me forward. When I poo in public I sometimes look ahead but don't like to make eye contact with anyone. I usually look down at the poo coming out and if I pee I check to make sure I don't pee on my skirt. Squatting really puts you out in the open so my preferred method, if I'm not wearing panties, is to look in a shop window or pretend to make a phone call at a pay phone and poo standing up. The poo falls to the ground and I don't think anybody notices. I wear loose pleated skirts so the poo doesn't make a mess inside the skirt. If you're unlucky the poo might graze your leg but I wash that off later. You know I pooed in my panties once while talking to a friend in the street. We were chatting and I needed to go so I pooed while in the middle of a sentence and didn't miss a beat. I think the friend thought I'd simply farted and had no idea what I was doing! No I've never climbed up and sq! uatted over a toilet!


Monday, February 21, 2000


murbur

I have been reading peoples stories on this sight for about six months, but this is my first post. I haven`t seen anybody here speak of Irritatable Bowel Syndrome (IBS) Does anybody on this sight suffer from this very uncomfortable problem as I do?? I would be interested in hearing other peoples symtoms to see if they are much like mine. Thank You, and keep the great posts coming.


sarah

It all happened one day at my softball game. I was playing shortstop and I really had to go to the bathroom. I told the coach but the devil that she is said that if I had to go then go in my clothes. So I was playing my best but I still really had to go. I had held the pee for 4 innings but now I had a major urge to poop. I now was getting slow and holding it in was a real problem. The ball was hit to me and as a part of the bathroom problem I was too slow and it hit me right under the stomach and it all flooded out. Now, when I go I really go, the pee is about 1 and a half litres usually and the poop is just big. This time it was extra. My pants which were white were now yellow and the poop was so much it cam out the leg of my pants (I wasn't wearing panties on a bet from my friend). I was so embarrassed I didn't even pick up the ball, I ran embarrassed from the field. no one would touch the ball afterword because I had "gone" on it. My parents were sypathetic but everyone else wasn't. The next day at school (I was 13 at the time) everyone called me bathroom girl. i just wanted to die! Just when I thought it would never get better it did. Some other girl was in science and she had to go, they were talking about frog disection she got freaked out and went so bad her sweat pants actually came off! Can you believe it? 2 different people in 2 days. I just thought some of you might be entertained by this.


Tony
Coprologist, I totally agree with the return of pay toilets although it would mean having change (they would have to standardise the charge) to operate the turnstyle in case one was taken short when out. My mum always ensured I had an old penny and some toilet paper should I need to do a jobbie when I was out as a kid. (In those more innocent days kids could go about more freely into town etc or play in the streets without fear of molestation.) Paying for an attendant or at least to ensure the toilets were cleaned regularly, (no more nasty pissy smells from unrisned urinals or puddles of piss on the floor nearby),and re-stocked with soap, toilet paper etc would be well worth it and the presence of the attendant would stop "cottaging" (Moderator I wont say any more on that topic you know my views and I dont want to start a flame war). I would think 20p in UK money would be fair, (that's about 50 cents US).

Adrian (England) your Anne on the coach story reminds me of a ! school trip with Particia or fat Pat as we called her when I was about 11 in the final year of Primary School (Grade School for Americans). On the way back on the coach Patricia started to fart, silently but violently and said to me that she needed a jobbie. This turned me on but I hoped she wouldn't mess her pants. Now the coach stopped outside my house as some other pupils lived nearby on our housing estate. Patricia got off too although she didnt live there and asked me if she could use our toilet as she didnt think she could hold it in till she got home. I knew Mum wouldnt mind, she knew the girl and her family well as we all went to the same RC church, and I was delighted. Pat came in with me and I explained as she went straight to the toilet. I went into the adjoining bathroom and listened through the wall to the torrent of her wee wee then the "UH! AH! KER-SPLOONK!" as she dropped a big turd. It stuck so I had the pleasure of seeing her big jobbie, a solid knobbly log ! of about 10 inches long and 2 and a half inches fat. I said to Patricia, "lucky you didnt do that in your knickers, it would have made a right mess!" Even my Mum commented when she saw it afterwards, "Ill bet your friend feels a lot better for getting rid of that big jobbie!" It didnt bother Pat that we had seen her turd, being a fat girl I knew she often did big ones that had stuck in the girls toilets at school as I had heard the other girls talking about it.

Althea, I too have known thin women do really big jobbies. As a teenager we were visited often by a family friend who's daughter Liz was a couple of years older than me. She was a friendly girl but tall and skinny, a bit boyish in her build, small breasts and buttocks. The first time she used our toilet I didnt take a lot of interest as I didnt think she would pass anything worth looking at. About 10 minutes later she came back and whispered to me that she could not get the toilet to flush. As the flush took a! knack to operate I went to sort it out, still expecting a small thin jobbie or two to be left in the pan. When I looked into the pan I saw this long fat sausage, about 14 inches in length and as fat as any my Mum passed. It was smooth curved and light brown and about 4 inches of it stuck up out of the water. After that, I DID make a point of listening to Liz perform if she used our toilet for a motion and heard the "Flump!" as she did it and saw her big sausages.

Theresa did a nice one this morning before she went out to work. We got up and she had a coffee then said she needed a jobbie, (we always tell each other when we need and what and accompany each other at home). Tess (as she likes me to call her) sat on the pan with her pink cotton panties at her knees and did her wee wee. "Its a hard one" she gasped, as I gently rubbed her little plump ????? and pressed. "KERPLOONK!" a fat knobbly lump the size of a goose egg came out. She grunted "NN! NN! AH!" "KUR-SPUL-LOO! NK!" a fat lumpy log of about 8 inches dropped into the pan. There was then a crackling as it was followed by a long fat smooth brown snake of easier but solid and cohesive poo which oozed out of her fat bum into the pan with a gentle "flump!" It must have been 12 inches long. It didnt half smell! As she had finished I wiped her bum with a moist wipe. Now Theresa had been a bit constipated yesterday and told me she had only done a little fat hard jobbie of about 6 inches long in the ladies at a shopping mall but felt she needed more. We had a really good meal at home last night , pasta , wine, sherry trifle all home made, (I love cooking) so I assume the hard jobbies were what was stuck up her bowels that she couldn't pass the previous day and the big easier smooth jobbie was the residue of our romantic dinner last night, (we postponed Valentine's day till the week-end). I havent had a motion yet myself today but will be interested to see what it comes out like and if it rese! mbles the second part of my wife's. I will let you know in my next post.

I dont usually post twice in one day but I have to update those interested on the very enjoyable motion I have just done. As I described Theresa did a nice big motion this morning before she went off to work. About 20 minutes ago I had just eaten a snack and felt that familiar feeling of a large turd sliding into my back passage. I farted a dry smelly fart into my pale blue briefs then satisfied that this wasnt just wind (gas) I went to the toilet pulled my panties down and sat on the pan with Theresa's big motion still lying in the pan beneath me. I coudn't pee as the presence of a large fecal mass in my rectum had given me an erection. I held back for a minute or so then felt my sphincter pulse and open so gave a push. The first 4 inches or so of the fat turd were knobbly then it become smoother and just kept sliding out of my back passage, a most enjoyable feeling. It was sure a big jobbie! I felt that the start had touched the bottom of the pan and stood up slightly to l! et it all come out without folding over. It tapered to an end and slid silently into the pan lying on top of my wife's big easy jobbie from this morning. Like Theresa's it was smooth and curved and I estimate about 16 inches long. I could see some undigested pasta and veg embedded in it as with Theresa's jobbie. My erection relieved I peed then wiped myself feeling really great after doing it. I have left the toilet unflushed for my wife to see when she comes in shortly and then I will dispose of the combined load of our bowels, taking no doubt a number of flushes or a bucket or two of water to shift.


Rose
Public Toilet Hater, I think that you really need to try to flush the toilet in between your waves of poop. You said you don't have time but I'm not sure what that means. Perhaps it is because I have always been able to hold my poop in and let it out when I want to. I can also stop it as it is coming out so if I needed to flush before letting it out, I could. So I would try that if I were you. I really can't think of anything else that you could do to solve this problem.


Adrian. It's just possible that the girl called Anne, who let fly on your school, outing didn't need to go for a 'jobbie' earlier when she had a chance to. In fact there's nothing in your posting to suggest that she really needed a 'jobbie' on the way home. She could easily just have been expelling a bit of wind, although I guess you liked to think otherwise!


Samantha
I recently had an accident. It wasn't intended and I thought I could hold it. I guess I was wrong. Ok, here it is. It was the day before Valentine's day and everything was going fine. Me and Todd (my man) were on our way to Indy to go to Circle Center Mall. Well, my stomach had been bothering me all day and well we got halfway there and there was a wreck so the roads were traffic jammed big time and I told Todd I needed to get to a bathroom. And he told me just to go and that shit happens. Well, I was a little embarrassed so I tried to hold it. Well, I made it about 15 minutes longer and the cramps just started getting really bad and I just raised my ass off the seat and lost it. I was so embarrassed and he just said, "Well, I suppose we can go home." So, I had to ride an hour home in a pair of smelly ass clothes.


James
Sandra, ineresting to see she called you "naughty and dirty" - I'd agree and add 'fantastic' and 'great fun' to the argument.

Timid Tigress - I see you're becoming more interesting as the days go by. Keep posting......

Claudette - tell us more, we want full details of the events.

Moira - you're the best, how can I approach this subject when I'm sure my wife would be horrified ? (I've never seen a girl on the loo)..........


Joey
Today me and my little sister was playing in side the house when my mom said i have to go out for a little while could i watch my sister i said sure my sister is 6 and a half and iam ten she has pooping troubles something with her bowels i think it is called that and she wears pull up diapers in case she poops and cant make it to the potty on time as we where playing for a litle while when she stoped and said i have to poo i asked do you want me to take you to the potty she said no im no goin to make it and she was standing and then she bent down a little and spread her lweags apart a bit and pooped in her diaper for like 20 minutes they bulged and then she sat down and we kept playing plus i also wear pull and have the same trouble as her to bye


John

Have you ever noticed that(excepting in cases of some kind of organic problems or illnes) that as far as persons in good health are concerned, you can tell a lot about a person by the way they take a shit? MY first wife was a very intense, bossy person, always ordering people around and being pushy. When it was time for her daily crap, she would rush to the toilet, sit down, and start straining, it must have taken her five minutes of grunting and shoving to squeeze off three or four noisy loaves. I thought she was going to have a heart attack a couple of times. Unfortunately she never did. I was single for almost three years, then started dating a woman totally the opposite, who has become wife #2. One day early in the relationship we were on a hike and she announced that she had to take a dump. I turned to walk off and give her some privacy but was surprised to have her ask me to stay and continue talking, as this would only take a minute. She was right. She squatted and continued talking to me without her facial expression hardly changing at all. In less than a minute she was wiping after ejecting a firm load that would take an intense person like my ex about half an hour. To make a long story short. she is about as easygoing and pleasant as can be, never gets mad, never yells, doesn't get in a big hurry, and never gets excited. --- It sure pays off for her digestive system.


Dork
Daniel, the next time Nat shows up, make sure there is little or no tp in the bathroom. Then when he asks you to give him some, ask if he needs any help.


Jay from Texas
i got to know something...I now know what the large cut out is for on a public toilet seat.
But what is the small, little, cut out at the back for. I know it cant be for "personal cleanliness". It's only on a certain type of toilet seat.????

can someone tell me please???


Rose
Public Toilet Hater,


I think that you really need to try to flush the toilet in between your waves of poop. You said you don't have time but I'm not sure what that means. Perhaps it is because I have always been able to hold my poop in and let it out when I want to. I can also stop it as it is coming out so if I needed to flush before letting it out, I could. So I would try that if I were you. I really can't think of anything else that you could do to solve this problem.


Bryian

This moring i ate breakfast and then a few minutes after i was done i felt some gas and farted 2 times and then i went to the toilet and pooped and it was pretty loose. Tonight at work,I had to clean the bathrooms(taking the trash out, sweeping) and i don't normally do this but we were short of help and i had to help with the front, bathrooms...BTW Im normaly in the back. To the unnamed poster: Cool story that you used to poop with your friend Bryan. To Jon: About the drug test, that must be embarssing? Since you peed your pants what happened to your drug test? Did you manage to squrit more urine out? Did you drink something so you would have to pee again? Did the nurse take some of the urine from your soaked pants? or what?

Hi Everyone....no new stories to post about.....I do want to let every on know im going offline temp, my computer is having upgrades done and may be a while. It might take a few weeks. Or a few days, who knows. I won't be able to check this site if i go in public to do e-mail etc. I'll have alot of catching up to do...

To Robbie: Please post some new stories....you and your stories are sooooo cooool, man!!!

C-ya a'Round


Sunday, February 20, 2000


NJ
SANDRA, I LOVE YOU! I pray and hope to meet a woman like you some day to explore my/her wildest pooping fantasies. It's amazing how you can produce so much poop at one time!
I'm a pretty stocky well built guy who can pass a 10 incher on and off, but to make a couple more after that (like you)-ones that are pretty long (6 and 5 inches) is amazing!
I believe you though, since I've seen a few movies where women have dumped unbelievably large quantities of shit at a single time. As usual, great story! Just curious-when you squat to poo, do you lean forward on your toes, or back flat on your feet? Also, do you put your head down or keep it looking streight out? Do you ever climb up/squat over a regular toilet to dump?

Thanks, TIMID TIGRESS. No hospital stories from me, since luckily I've only had to go once for a broken arm many years ago, and had no bodily function problems as I recall. Never realized that IVs make one have to pee so much though.
!
-NJ


Sandra
To NJ and very interested - thank you for all your comments. Incidentally, whenever I poo outside I always wipe as I always have a tissue handy. I haven't done a really blatant public poo in many months so here's one some of you may remember from last summer. It was a nice day so I decided to walk in the park during my lunch hour. Now it's during the lunch hour when I normally poo at work and being as I hadn't been I suddenly felt the urge to poo while leisurely strolling through this park. I was walking on a path, so I went off to the side where it was grassy, hiked up my skirt and squatted while facing the path. As it was summer, I was wearing stockings and no panties, so I didn't have to pull anything down but I made sure my skirt just covered my vagina so nobody would see anything naughty. Immediately I farted and felt a heavy poo slowly come out of my bottom. As I was pooing, many people were passing by and usually averted my eyes as if they were embarrassed. I'd now pass! ed 2 large poos on the grass. While the third poo was coming out a mother and her little boy passed by. The boy said "look at what that lady's doing, mommy." The mother replied loudly "she's a very naughty and dirty lady!" I found that amusing! Anyway, once I was done, I wiped, got up and looked at the poos I'd dropped on the grass. One was a fat 10 incher, the second was about 6 inches and the third was about 5 inches but thinner.




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