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To Carin

Carin: Very brave of you going in the mens bathroom at the gas station to save your underwear. Btw, did you know what caused your diarrhea? For me, prune juice has done it, and eggnog. I've also had diarrhea from cranberries, and even out-of-the-blue episodes a few times where it was once, and no more. Todays poop was a bit boring, but my day was fun. Earlier today, I turned up the volume on my stereo speaker a bit, and jammed to Love In An Elevator by Aerosmith while walking around my room.

Victoria B.

For the penis people


I've got a question for people of differing anatomy. What do you do with yourself after a pee? Do you just sort of shake it out or do you wipe of toilet paper is available? I got into a debate with some of my classmates last night and we need some resolution!



Babysitting Poopies

Hi all! My name is Katelynn but I go by Kate. I am 20 years old and a part time nanny for my neighbor's sweet little girl named Mia. Mia just turned 3 and her parents have been in the process of potty training. Up until this point, she has used diapers when I'm watching her per her mother's request to make things easier since she was still having poopie accidents. Because of this, I have been used to changing diapers easy peasy whenever Mia needs a change. That all changed this past week when Mia's mom let me know that she would like to make the transition from diapers to pull ups and undies because Mia has been making it to the potty for both pees and poopies with little to no accidents. So that brings me to my story. On Monday, I packed Mia's bag and we headed off to Target to get some shopping done for her momma. I had Mia sit on the potty before we left and she did quite a bit of pee pee and said she was done. Before wiping her, I asked "Mia do you need to make poopies sweetheart? We'll be at the store for a bit." (She is not fond of public pottys). She replied with a quick no and jumped off the potty. I figured she had pooed earlier with mom so I believed her and we left for the store. When we arrived at the store, I placed Mia in a shopping cart and began to shop for the things on our list. After grabbing only a couple things, I realized that Mia was very quiet and not her usual chippery, talkative self. "Are you okay, bug?" I asked her sweetly. She shook her head insisting she was fine. Not even 10 minutes later, Mia groaned and said "Katie (what she calls me) my ???? hurtssss". Figuring it was something she ate, I told her I'd take her to the potty just in case so she wouldn't have an accident in her undies. Since it was just us two, I made the decision to leave our cart outside the bathroom and grabbed her diaper bag. I chose the handicapped last stall so I'd have more room. Since Mia is still newly potty trained, she needs a lot of help. Mia was wimpering as I brought her into the stall. After locking the door, I took off her pants and undies and sat her on the potty. "My ???? hurts, I don't need to go potty, Katieee" Mia cried. "I know your belly hurts baby. Let me feel it" I said. I lifted up her shirt and felt her belly. It was hard and more bloated than usual. I quickly realized that she may be constipated so I texted her mom to ask when she had pooed last. Unfortunately her mom was in a meeting so I didn't get a response. Mia began to cry and whimper as I massaged her tiny belly. "I think you need to make poopies, bug" I told Mia. "Your poor belly has a lot of poopies in it. You'll feel better once you go". I told Mia to give me a few pushes. She pushed as hard as she could as I held her hands and balanced her on the big potty. Her little face turned red. I heard nothing but a few spurts of pee. "I'm done Katie. All done" Mia said pushing my hands away and trying to get off the potty. "No sweetheart, you need to try and make some poopies okay? It will make you feel better" I told her softly. Mia obediently began pushing again. She ripped her hands away from mine and grasped the front of the toilet. She spread her legs wide (straddled the toilet) and pushed with all her might. Tears rolled down the poor things face and I kept my hands on her waist for balance. "My bummy (what she calls her bottom) hurts Katieeee. It hurts me!!!" Mia screamed. I knew the two women in the stalls over were hearing everything. "It's okay honey. It's okay. Take a deep breath. Let me have a look". With her legs still straddling the potty ( I had taken her pants and undies all the way off at this point) she leaned forward. I had a clear view of her bottom and I saw the WIDEST poo I've ever seen come out of a child. It was only about a centimeter out but it was stretching her poop bum hole about 2 inches wide. That may not seem like a lot to you guys but all I've ever seen her do is like 1/2 inch to 1 inch little poos in her diapers. "Ohhhh honey" I said. "Bug you've got a big big poopie that needs to come out. I'm going to help you get it out, alright?" I assured her. I sat her back up and got on my knees on the side of the toilet. I firmly held her belly with one hand and put my other hand on her tiny back. "Okay Mia, push had baby, okay?" She groaned loudly and pushed with all her tiny might and I pushed her belly and back in. The big poo just sat there and Mia was left completely exhausted. She began to cry and ask to get down and go see her mommy. I knew that even if I tried to bring her to the urgent care that I wouldn't be able to make it with this huge poo stuck in her bum the ride over. I decided to try the only thing I could think of. I held one of my arms across Mia's belly and had her lean over my arm. With her bum hole in sight I told her to push and I inserted my finger into the side of her bum. I began to circle the huge poo with my finger as she pushed and grunted loudly. "Come on baby. It's okay. It's coming sweetheart" I coached her. Slowly, the giant poo inched out. "Katie hold me?" Mia said through tears flowing down her face. She wanted to be done. This shouldn't be happening to such a little incident kid I thought. She wanted to be held. It's what she asked for if she was hurt or sad whenever I watched her. "Once your poopies come out, I'll hold you bug" i told her. I checked her bum and the poo had stopped again. It was about 3 inches out and just as thick. "Hold me Katie. Hold meeee". She was crying and I felt terrible. I scooped her off the potty and held knee close to me. I had one hand on her back and one under the fold in her knees. This kept her in somewhat of a squatting position so that maybe the poo could keep working it's way out. I handed Mia her pacifier (something her mom has been trying to wean her off of) and she layer her head on my shoulder. "It's okay bug. I know" I soothed. I checked my watch as I rocked her on my arms and realized we had been in the stall for over 45 minutes. Suddenly, Mias back lurched in my arms and she screamed in pain. I looked at her bum and see the huge poop moving quickly now. I sat her down on the potty and she grabbed my hands and pushed. Suddenly I heard a LOUD plunk. I check the potty and see a HUGE 2 inch wide 1 1/2 foot long poop. "I did poopies Katie!" Mia yelled in delight. "YES BABY! You make poopies alright!" As I go to wipe her, the groans as a flood of about 20 soft serve poos flood out of her. "I have MORE poopies Katie!" Mia yells. Amazed, i wipe her ???? and we both look at the toilet. I don't even think I've ever had such a big poo honestly. But I don't tell her that. I flush and help her wash her hands. I told her mom about the whole ordeal and she says she had forgotten to tell me that Mia had not been pooing for 4 days. Yikes. Mia will be going to the pediatrician this week.

Thanks for reading! I'll be back with a Mia update!

Is it me or do short guys do really smelly poos? A situation got me thinking today. I was at a shopping mall and needed to drop some logs. As usual on a Saturday I had to wait for a cubicle. Fortunately there was only one guy in front of me, and he soon went into a vacated cubicle. About 20 seconds later someone flushed and this short young hipster dude came out, skinny jeans and a pink top. I when in after him and my goodness! It stank! The pan was covered in skids, and it was really ripe! Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying this guy did a bad thing - if your dump smells, it smells, right? It is toilet after all, so I didn't mind. The I sat down on the very warm seat and did my business. As I sat there, I started to think.

There is a short guy in the gym who always goes for a poo before his workout. It always stinks, I can smell it in the actual changing room. And my former roommate used to stink out the toilet and he is short. And every time I've used a cubicle after a short guy, it always smells. Is it me? Surely there is no physical reason your height makes your poo smell.


Another Accident In Community College

Hi! My name is Katie and I am 19 yrs old. A couple of months ago, I posted a story about an accident I had in my pants while at community college. After that, I started carrying extra pairs of panties in my bag just in case. Well, after that accident and several close-calls, it happened again. I had another accident.

This one happened in the morning just the other day. I had accidentally slept through my alarm, so I had to rush to get ready, which meant not going to the bathroom. I had only one class that day, which started at 9:00 AM and ended at 10:30. All throughout the class, I had bad cramps and I knew that I would have to go to the bathroom right after class if I didn't want to have an accident. When class ended, I rushed out of the room and towards the bathroom. To get to the bathroom from the classroom, I would have to walk down a long hallway, around a corner, up a small flight of stairs, around another corner and little ways down another hallway to the bathroom. As I was walking down the first stretch of hallway, I had a few more bad cramps that caused me to half to stop walking for a few seconds. As I was about to round the first corner, I lost control. I leaned against the wall and held my stomach as I filled my panties with soft, warm poop.

When I poop in the morning, it is almost always very soft, and today was no different. After a large turd made its way into my pants, a wave of warm, almost liquid poop followed. I continued to lean against the wall, trying my best to hold back tears. After a few minutes (which felt like an eternity), I decided to continue my journey the bathroom, now with the objective of cleaning up my mess. I tried to walk as normally as possible. When I had to walk up the small flight of stairs, I felt my mess spread around in my panties, up my lower back, and in the front.

Eventually I made it to the bathroom and started to cleaned up. The whole process took about 15 minutes, and after I was done, I realized that I had no way of cleanly hiding my soiled panties in my bag. The toilet paper was too thin, there weren't any paper towels, and I only had one pair of extra panties. Also, I couldn't throw them away because it was still early in the morning, so the trash was empty and I didn't want anybody seeing soiled panties in the trash. So I decided to put the panties back on with the extra panties on over them. By now, the panties were damp and cold, so it felt gross to put them on. I left campus as normally as possible, went home, and took a shower.

That's my story. It was only the second time I had an accident in college, but I have had several accidents before, pee and poop. Let me know if you want to hear them.


A lurkers question

I've been lurking here for a while now and I've always wanted to know if anyone here has ever pooped at the beach?

Thanks for the posts


Sonya Sue

Shannon's hang-up

Me and this guy Cameron were studying in my dorm room the other night when this horrendous fart noise came through the wall. That stopped us from studying our World Civ test preparation notes. The communal bathroom is down the hall so we didn't hear a flush or anything else. There are so many people in and out of that room we couldn't get a good idea of who that might have been. Cameron said his dad is a 'blaster' and he gave me a couple of examples. Don't think they can be printed here, though. So I told Cameron about my childhood friend Shannon and what she did one summer when we were like 9 or 10 and she and I traveled to a vacation trip to her parents' cabin.

Shannon was very self-conscious and didn't have much confidence. So when we'd stop at a highway rest area for a pit stop, I'd head as fast as I could to an available toilet, pull down my jean shorts, and get onto it for my pee. It might have taken me a few seconds, but my pee stream would start and I enjoyed hearing it hit the water and the relief it gave me. I didn't give a damn whether the toilet paper was available because I didn't usually wipe. Shannon, however, would need toilet paper before she seated herself. It would start by her forming a TP mitt that she used to wipe off the seat. Then she would take it apart and throw it into the toilet bowl. I would hear more TP coming off the roll then the seat would be lifted. Then she would lay that TP spread out over the water. Then the seat would drop and I could hear her butt drop onto it. Within a minute or two her pee would start but you go not hear it well because the TP served as a muffler to her pee's noise. She had been bullied earlier at a summer camp and this caused her to be the way she was.

I have another story! I didn't put my name last time but I'll just stay anonymous. When I was younger, I saw my father pooping a few times. But one time he was constipated, and I watched him but I don't think he realized!

I was laying on my parents bed. Their bathroom is just a few feet across from the bed and the TV is on the right, close to the bathroom, so you definitely could see a side view of anyone using the toilet in your peripheral vision while watching TV if they left the door open which my parents usually did.

So one day he had to take a dump. I was watching TV but he left the door open because I got nervous whenever I couldn't see my parents at all times. He pulled down his pants and sat down.

I immediately started to hear him grunt but he tried to make it quiet but it was obvious he was having a hard time. He stayed on the toilet for a long time! Like 10-15 minutes I think, and I only heard a few plops and a sigh afterwards.

Well he had a tough "grand finale!!!" He started grunting even louder this time, clearly having a lot of difficulty with this one. I looked at him on the toilet and just watched as his face scrunched up and turned red as he pushed. It stayed like this for a few minutes. Then he started grunting more audibly and desperately.

He grabbed the towel rack handle and the edge of the sink and stood up a little bit, but his butt was over the toilet but he was still technically standing. He looked behind and below him. I saw a long and fat piece of poop hanging there, and also saw his man parts dangling in front of it. He pushed more and it seemed to move a little but not a lot. He sat down and pushed for a few more minutes before I heard a huge plop and a big heavy sigh of relief. He wiped and got up.

Another time, I had just pooped and my dad was wiping me. He commented on the size of my poop and asked "whoa. Didn't that hurt coming out?!?!"

Sunday, March 17, 2019


Diarrhea and toilet paper needs

The other morning driving to school I stopped for gas. While I was pumping my fuel, the crap I was holding in for about the rest of my 20-minute drive to school became more immediate. I paid for my gas and went in to one of the 2 single toilet bathrooms. I latched and then re-checked the door because I've had them opened on me in a few cases. I pulled my jeans and yellow underwear down to floor level and took my seat. It was partially warm. Within 15 seconds diarrhea blasted out. I was relieved. I quickly reached to my left and could find no toilet paper. Then to my right next to the sink. All there was was a cardboard roll with absolutely no toilet paper.

I looked for a paper towel holder. None. Just a blower. I thought @@@@! @@@@! @@@@! because I had left my car at the pumps. I was going to be late to my appointment as a tutor. I had to be careful not to get my pretty expensive yellow underwear soiled while I exited and prayed that the separate guys' door next door would be open so I could clean myself. I flushed and walked carefully with my jeans hanging on my hip as I found the door for the guys' room ajar. Again, I started by latching and checking the door. There were a few splatters on the seat but I didn't want to waste what little paper was on the roll. I seated myself and after having looked at how well my underwear had survived, from my seated position I cleaned myself using all the rest of the roll. I washed my hands extra well because some diarrhea had slipped onto my forefinger.

As I passed the clerk, she gave me a stern warning about my parking place at the pumps costing them money, but I apologized and got back into the traffic that was bad. Finishing off my coffee on the console might have been a bad idea because I couldn't get parked fast enough on campus and upstairs to my school before my Round 2 need became more apparent. The bathroom was crowded and I get in the smallest line, but when two of the girls in front of me had their attention elsewhere, I walked up, peeked into the stall and saw a user seated holding up her beautiful dress. Most importantly, I saw 2 full rolls of toilet paper on the right panel. It was all I needed to see. I might be an honor student in a lot of clubs and activities, but I wanted to learn from my dumb mistake 45 minutes earlier. Waiting for that toilet and taking a tardy for 1st hour would be worth it. By the way, I had 2 additional diarrhea runs that day. But checking out the toilet paper first made the difference and my favorite pair of underwear survived.


Sugar free experiment

After reading several reports on how larger amounts sugar free sweets result in explosive diarrhea, I was somehow intruiged and decided to give it a try. For the fun of it and because I don't mind having a good case of the runs from time to time. I went to the store and picked up some peppermints; the ingredience list said that 100 gr, i.e. a pack, contained 80 gr sugar alcohols (i.e. sorbitol), so I bought two packs and started eating them away on my way home. By the time I was in our house, I had eaten them all - and so the next thing I did was sitting down and did a google research on sorbitol, only to find out that the dose I had taken was indeed excessive, and that within the next two hours or so, I would get a proper case of flatulence and the runs. The rest of the time I looked through this forum to get an idea on what would happen next. After only 45 minutes, my stomach was already starting to rumble and gurgle - then the farting started. Incredible farting, really - I just had no control over it. Perhaps half an hour later, the farts started to feel wet, and then, without the slightest warning, the next fart wasn't a fart, but totally liquid diarrea; not much of it, but enough to let me know that I need to shower and better remain close to the toilet. I will not bore you with how often I had close calls with diarrhea shooting into my shorts. I don't know how often I was on the toilet - perhaps 10 times? It was pure liquid diarrhea.
In brief - if you ever try this, remember two things: It works, and how!

Anon trans boy
Hey! So I'm a trans FTM guy and would like to share a story if you'd like to hear!

A few years ago in high school I was drinking lots of water so I REALLY had to use the bathroom! I usually didn't use the bathroom at school but this time I really had to! So I went into the boys room, got the last stall from the door, locked it carefully (but the door was hard to close and lock, but I managed) and put a seat cover down, and then I leaned forward, pulled down my pants and underwear and sat down, leaning forward. I lean forward while pulling down my pants AND while I'm on the toilet. Unfortunately, I still do have a vagina, so I have to cover myself to make sure nobody catches a glimpse!

I peed like there was no tomorrow, but was so self conscious and only let myself pee significantly whenever someone flushed a toilet or was out of the restroom. But I cringed as I peed when others were in there because it couldn't be avoided. I very carefully and quickly wiped myself and pulled my pants up, flushed, unlocked and opened the door and went to go wash my hands. This happened twice or three times within a month!

Just recently, I was on vacation (which is good because I had a pretty low chance of being recognized by anyone I knew!) and failed to properly lock the stall door and got walked in on a bunch of times, very similar to what others on here have talked about and have been talking about lately. Some guys quickly apologized and looked away as soon as they saw me to respect my modesty and dignity, but others lingered a little longer with the door fully open. I was super embarrassed and ashamed because I'm pretty sure at least a few of them saw my genitals! I think I saw a few glance down there when they opened the door on me. I'm glad nobody was really mean about it though!

One guy, when he opened the door, said "whoa. Oh!" the moment he saw me sitting there and he laughed, and I laughed along with him but he kept it open and looked for a considerable amount of time.

Are there any other trans people on here? I don't see many! If so, have you ever experienced something like this??

Thanks for reading and I hope you have a great day! Happy pooping and/or peeing! And, to those on the toilet right now, keep up the good work! Lol!

When I was younger, I saw my mom on the toilet a lot. She didn't mind me coming in while she was doing her business, and she'd always keep the door open. My dad would sometimes do that as well, but my mom still sometimes uses the bathroom openly.

I remember one time, we were in public using the ladies room and she was on the toilet. We both went in the same stall but took turns doing our business. Well she had to pee really bad and she was peeing but her pee sounded different and sounded like it was hitting the side of the toilet more than the water and was more forced, whereas my pee stream sounded like it was just being poured into the toilet water. Her pee stream also jetted out a little more than mine.

I teased her a little about it. I said "your pee sounds weird!" and she laughed and said "well how does yours sound?"

I looked between her legs and her pee was coming out more forward than downward, so she was hitting the front of the inside of the toilet bowl more. When her stream was starting to come to an end, the stream would go more straight downward.

One time she was doing that and I caught a glance of her pee coming out of her private place again but when I looked I also saw that she was going number 2! I saw it hanging from her for about 2 minutes while she grunted and looked down every once in a while. She wasn't too ashamed of her toilet habits so she always kept her legs open so she could see what she was doing! I didn't mind this because I always saw what she was doing too which I found cool! When it came out I congratulated her and told her she did a good job! She wiped her hairy private with some toilet paper and wiped her bottom with some too.

I had to go too, so I pulled my skirt and panties down and sat on the potty. I started to tinkle and my mom asked me "do you have to only do peepee or do you have to do poopies too?" I had to make poopies so I said that and started pushing. Just like her, I looked between my legs to see the poopy hanging from my bottom. I sighed in relief when it dropped. I was done so I got some toilet paper and wiped my girlhood and my mom helped wipe my bottom. We washed our hands and left but the stall really stank at that point!

Also when I was littler my aunt and uncle brought my little cousin over. He was still a baby. I remember they changed his diaper. I was embarrassed for looking but I accidentally took a peek and that was the first time I saw a boy's weewee. I also saw the poop! It was really stinky too!

To Aaron Post Title (optional)

I literally had the same exact experience a few months ago!!!! I even looked at your name to make sure it wasn't me being the one posting!

The door would close but as soon as the first person opened it on me, it was wide open and my private parts and poop were on showcase for all to see! I was so embarrassed. People even made fun of me! I tried to cover myself but I like to be spread out and relaxed when I'm having a poo. It was so humiliating! I have gone poop with the door open before in a room full of people but this was especially embarrassing because everyone was laughing at me when they saw me sitting there! It also happened to me a few other times but I was only going pee. But I'm physically female so I have to pee sitting down. Trust me, it's much more private to pee standing up than having to sit down because of your anatomy! Lol

Wednesday, March 13, 2019


Nomination: Crime Against My Butt Toilet Paper

I realize this is a free country. Schools and businesses can do as they please with their restrooms. But my nomination for Crime Against My Butt Toilet Paper would be the cut squares that they stack in these little containers on the stall partition. They are so bad because for one they easily can drop from the container and be wasted in the mess on the floor. Unless the bathroom is frequently checked during the day, a pack of squares is going to be gone within an hour or two. This is especially true with many people crapping early in the day.

I often will reach for a piece when I'm still seated. They do jam up in the container and I've busted a nail once or twice trying to pull them down and what comes is a clump in my hand. When you're sitting with no privacy door and the waiting eyes of you are watching, you don't want to draw out the experience. Soft craps are especially bad because the little squares aren't big enough to get everything off and often I'm getting soft crap on 2 or 3 of my fingers. If I don't notice it and clean my fingers right away I can find myself back in class, hand on my chin and a strange smell drawing my attention.

It takes longer to use the cut squares and I'm not about to stand and draw attention to myself; its like saying "Here voyeurs is a free show..." and that upsets me too. And more than once, the extra movement required in the toilet stall has caused the flusher to go off. I'm not saying my wiping technique is perfect, but the squares are so frustrating. I know I find more skidmarks in my underwear after I've used the squares. And sometimes when there's a suspicious liquid on the seat, I try and make sure that my hand is not going to do the job the paper slip is intended for. I have used it somewhat effectively, however, for a fast nose blow. Otherwise the things are a crime against my butt.

Monday, March 11, 2019


Cubicle with broken lock

Hi again everyone. Quick question for you all, if the lock is broken on a toilet cubicle, do you wait for one that locks or do you just go ahead and use it? I ask because I was at a busy train station toilet yesterday and the only cubicle available had a broken lock. I decided to go ahead and use it. It closed, but would not lock. The door was just far enough that I couldn't reach it whilst sitting on the toilet.

About a minute after sitting down, someone opened it. I had to get up to close it again. It happened again, but this time I was pushing out a really firm large log at the time so I couldn't stand up to close the door. So for about 15 seconds the door was wide open whilst I sat there pushing out a turd. As I said, it was a busy bathroom so a number of people saw me. As soon as it plopped down, I got up to close the door again. It then happened a third time, but this time I was able to act quickly to close it again. I was getting annoyed, as I do like to relax when having a poo. I then noticed a pair of feet standing immediately in front of the door of my cubicle. The person just stood there, which I thought was weird. I thought it was someone messing around ready to open the door. I grunted some more logs out, annoyed that I wasn't able to relax.

I then heard him speak "Not this one mate, not this one..." he was speaking to someone outside the cubicle. It sounded like he was preventing someone else coming into my cubicle. Weird, I thought. Anyway I wiped up, pulled up my boxers and jeans, flushed and opened the door. Stood immediately outside my cubicle was the cleaning guy. "Hi, I noticed that people kept opening the door so I thought I'd stop people coming in." What a nice gesture! "Thanks very much!" I said. "No problem, I didn't want to see you struggle" he then put a out of order sign on the door.

What a nice guy! Do any of you guys use cubicles with broken locks?

I know my last post was only a few days ago, but anyway here is my second post.
Firstly, some background information. I live in the Uk south of London and am a fifteen year old boy.
My story today happened a few years back while I was on a French exchange in Avignon in France. I was staying at my exchanges house, but we had gone out for the day while they were at school. About an hour into the 2 hour bus ride, I started to get the urge to tinkle. The bus did have a toilet on it but we were not allowed to use it. So I held it and tried to forget about it. Luckily I had no one sitting next to me, and everyone else was consumed on their phones, so couldn't see me. I was getting more and more desperate as we got closer to our desternation and was by now stating to Greg my privets and jiggle a bit. When we did get there, we filed off the bus, and the urge went away now I was standing so there was less pressure on my bladder. We walked to a square, where we got told that we would have an hour to look around on our own. My first priority was to find somewhere to relieve myself. I walked around for about 20minutes looking for a toilet to no avail. I had passed a couple of cafes and restaurants but they all required toilet passwords to use, and I did not want to buy unwanted food to use the toilet. So I kept walking around until 45mins in I found a map which had a public toilet on about five minutes away. By this point I was squirming and running about to piss myself. I got to the toilet... only to find that I needed fifty cents to use it, and I did not have loose change. At that point my time was up, so I let go into my pants. The stream went on for 30seconds until I stopped it to hold the rest. Luckily I was wearing black pants so no one could see that I had had an accident in them. I went back to our meeting point, to find that one of my friends was desperate to use the toilet, and she was wearing tan trousers, so an accident would be visible to everyone. We had to wait five minutes for everyone to turn up, and I could see that she did not have much longer left from the look on her face and her shifting movements as she stood there. Once everyone was accounted for, we walked I. The direction of the next place to visit, which took us past the toilet I had visited 10 minutes earlier. She asked the teacher for 50cents and if we could stop. As we got there the previous person came out and she was just about to run in and then the door shut. She tried to insert the money but couldn't and we discovered that the toilet did an automatic clean of the floors. By this point she was beyond desperate and was about three minutes from messing her pants. Finally after a ten minute cycle, she inserted her money and ran in. As soon as the door shut we could here Asher pants descend her legs and a torrent of pee hit the bowl as she sat. It want on for about a minute and a half and then it finally stopped.
So that was today's story I hope you enjoyed it and I will post again soon bye!


A question for whoever

Recently I was reading something online and the topic of "Fear wetting" popped up. And supposed fear messing too. If it wasn't obvious, fear wetting it's when you get so shocked or scared that you end of peeing your pants. So I figured I'd ask on here if anyone would like to add a story about a time they witnessed or were a victim of fear wetting.


Introduction (+ childhood wetting accident)

Hi all,

I discovered this site a good fifteen years ago and used to spend a lot of time lurking; I happened to be reminded of this place a few days ago, so I've been backreading and figured I might as well start actually posting. I'm an adult woman, and I've had an interest in toilet-related activities for most of my life. I won't try to psychoanalyze myself too hard about it. I did wet the bed until an older-than-usual age as a kid, which may have contributed, and then when I was in high-school there was a girl in my year who had several public bathroom accidents over the time we were in school together, including a few which I witnessed and others I only heard about secondhand but which caught my attention pretty hard regardless - one of the ones that I saw happened within the first couple months of our freshman year, so needless to say, that was pretty memorable. Those incidents and a few others I've had the fortune to witness guaranteed me a bit of a fixation on the subject.

Anyway, I figured I've gotten enough enjoyment out of reading all your stories that I may as well share my own, so here's the one wetting accident I had while awake once I was "too old" for that kind of thing. I was in 7th grade, at a herpetology camp in the desert a few hours away from where I lived. It was a sleepaway camp, so I was there for two weeks during the summer. It was quite hot and arid as I'm sure you can imagine, so I and everyone else was drinking a lot of water.

Well, one day I had a close call when we went out hiking and looking for lizards. It was a long hike - several hours. The thing about hiking in the desert is that even though you're in nature, there really isn't a good place to go to the bathroom. There were no trees, no leafy bushes, no real opportunities for privacy. For a group of mixed-gender 12-13 year-olds, I'm sure you can imagine that nobody was willing to simply stand off to the side and go out in the open. Anyway, by the time we started heading back to camp, I was pretty desperate, and I know I wasn't the only one - some of the other kids were complaining to the counselors. The walk back seemed interminable. I don't think I've ever had to pee that bad in my entire life, before or since. As we started approaching camp, I genuinely started to worry about having an accident - something I hadn't done since I was in preschool. And then, of course, once we did get back to camp, everyone made a rush for the bathrooms all at once, so I had to wait in a line outside the stall hoping that the marathon bladder-holding I had done during the endless trek wasn't going to come to futility just a few feet from a toilet.

Thankfully, I made it - but that didn't end up being the end of the story. I guess my kidneys had gotten used to working at full capacity, or else maybe my bladder was overexcited from the strain it had been under. That night I woke up around 4 in the morning, absolutely desperate to pee, though I hadn't had such an issue on previous nights despite drinking just as much. If I'd been at home, I would have immediately gotten out of bed and run for the bathroom. But there wasn't actually a toilet in the cabin, and since the camp administrators didn't want kids our age wandering around outside in the middle of the night, we had been told that we were supposed to wake up one of our counselors to take us to the other building. I was hesitant to do that, out of a combination of embarrassment at the idea of admitting that I couldn't make it through the night and the feeling that it would be rude to disrupt the counselor's sleep just to ask her to walk with me thirty feet to another building when I was surely old enough to go by myself. On the other hand, I was quite a goody-two-shoes - I wasn't scared to walk myself over in the dark, but that would be breaking the rules, and I wasn't a rule-breaker.

So, I lay there for maybe half an hour, deliberating and hoping that someone else would happen to wake up so that I could have a "bathroom buddy" without having to actively shake anyone awake myself. Eventually, holding my bladder became so painful that I realized there was no way I was going to hold it until morning. I crept out of bed and went to stand in front of my counselor's bunk bed, squeezing my legs together, trying to summon the courage to wake her up. I stood there for a solid minute, frozen with indecision. By that point, I was pre-emptively embarrassed at the idea of being seen in such an obviously desperate state, crossing my legs and holding my crotch like a child. Finally I started getting the full-body shivers which told me that it was going to be now or never. I said her name, but quietly, hoping not to wake anybody else up. Too quietly as it turned out - she didn't wake up, either.

That turned out to be a good thing, because it meant she wasn't awake to witness the next thirty seconds. I couldn't hold it anymore; involuntarily, I just started peeing. Frozen to the spot, my pulse was pounding in my ears - I couldn't believe that at my age I was wetting myself. I should have started running for the bathroom the moment the accident began, but it was like my whole body was out of my control. It wasn't until after my bladder finished emptying itself onto the floor that I regained my senses, turned around and, barefoot, took off out of the cabin and across the campground to the communal bathroom. Luckily I had been wearing a nightgown, so the only stained clothing I needed to deal with were my undies, which I took off and stuffed in the sanitary napkin receptacle. I wiped myself down with paper towels and returned to my cabin.

I was grateful that nobody had seen me, but a new fear arose once I walked back inside. It was just light enough that I could see the puddle in front of the counselor's bed, and the bare footprints leading from the puddle to the door. It would be incredibly obvious what had happened, even if nobody would have any reason to know that the person it happened to had been me. And there was no way that a group of pre-teens would just be willing to overlook the fact that one of their own had peed all over the floor - there would be gossip all day as everyone tried to guess who had done it. So I lay back down, steeling myself to act as surprised and grossed out as everyone else presumably would once they all woke up later in the morning, and trying to reassure myself that I was a good enough actor that I wouldn't get caught. As it turned out, I needn't have worried. The desert air was so arid that by the time the wake-up call came a few hours later, the evidence of my accident had dried up entirely.

All in all, the experience was definitely a bit humiliating, but I was incredibly relieved at how lucky I'd gotten that nobody found out. And I learned an important lesson about always going to toilet when I needed to - adult permission or no!

Victoria B.

To Taylor

Sounds like you've settled in quite nicely to your new place. Moving to a smaller utilities-included (heat, water, sewer, recycling/trash, and snow removal) apartment from a larger house here in my city (think of an area a bit bigger than Greater Manchester for a rough population estimate) has suited my needs and bank balance much better! Good job on getting the upgrade to a contoured seat; I'm finding life without one to not quite be the same.

You inspired me this morning to do something a little out of the ordinary for me during my routine. I noticed during my first-thing-in-the-morning pee that the roll of paper in the holder was more or less down to the grey cardboard tube and would have to be replaced. This I put off in favor of breakfast and the day's first cup of coffee. By the time I'd finished my yogurt smoothie and coffee my behind had reached its 'no vacancy'sign and I headed off to the bathroom for a nice, relieving poop.

I dropped my boyshort underpants from underneath my oversized t-shirt to my ankles, gave myself the customary pat, and sat down at almost the precise moment when I remembered that I needed to get toilet paper from my bathroom cabinet. It was the past result of a leaky sink and a declined debit card when I tried to replace the ruined rolls that convinced me to store extra paper in a more water-free area of my bathroom but now I was regretting it because by the time I got a new roll down from the cabinet I was bursting so badly for a poop that I didn't think I'd be able to make it back onto the toilet in time!

This is when I remembered one of your old stories and decided that I was feeling a little naughty. I unrolled three nice-sized strips of toilet paper and placed them on my tile floor before getting into a comfortable squat above them. I barely needed to push before a fart gave way to the crackling that announced what turned out to be two long, thick turds that came perilously close to touching tile. I felt so much better as I set to the task of wiping. It only took three sheets before I felt clean and got up from my squat. I wrapped up my two logs in the toilet paper I'd set down and picked them up along with my used paper before dumping the whole mess into my toilet and giving it a flush. I'm still at zero clogs on the year so far! With that done I finished undressing and hopped in the shower.

Happy pooping to you and everyone else here!

weird guy

toilat paper

to Victoria
for me, the paper at my work is pretty rough. it's not quite see through, but it's very thin. I try not to take a dump at work unless absolutely necessary. a while back I was having to poop often at work, so I brought my own angel soft from home. the problem came when I forgot about some unused paper in my pockets of my work pants. when I washed the pants, the paper fell apart and made a huge mess. so I have relegated myself to hoping I don't have to dump at work too much


Toilets, history & my grandma

My grandma on my mom's side of the family is nearing 90. Although she doesn't visit us as much now due to her age, I remember several sessions with her when I was a young girl. When she was visiting us, she would invite me into the bathroom with her to keep her company. And many times when we were traveling or otherwise away from home, when I had to use a public bathroom she would come in and take the toilet next to me. When she needed to go, she would ask that I take the toilet next to hers. Often we would spend 15 or 20 minutes more than necessary after we got our business done continuing a conversation. She would call it giving her bowels a rest and sometimes start a second round of evacuation. I liked being called her co-pilot.

Among the things I learned from her was back when she was my age many of the toilet seats were made of wood. In the 1940s she went to a camp that previously had been used by the army. There was a lid over a toilet, you'd lift it, seat yourself very uncomfortably while fearing you might fall in, and let go of your waste. There would be rows of these toilets in a large room without any privacy partitions, or anything. As I got older I'd remember that when so many of my friends would complain about the many toilet cubicles without doors at my school. Then it didn't seem so bad. She also said girls were taught by their mothers that going to the bathroom was something you did before you left home. You didn't go to school early, hang out and do your morning motion there. The building would be locked until just before classes began and there wouldn't be enough time. I would think planning ahead like that all the time would really suck. Then at places like the movies and some other businesses you had to pay to use the toilet. There would be a vending machine-like thing on the door and by putting in a coin, she remembers 5 or 10 cents, you could pull a knob and with a click the door would open for you. She said a few girls just defied it and shoved themselves on their backs under the door and cheated.

She said there was a social disease scare in the 40s and 50s and her mother really got on her case about not sitting direct down on a toilet away from home. She said some of the largest stores had these white seat tissues in each toilet stall right above the toilet paper roll. I found it interesting that she too, just like me when I've seen those covers in places like Wal-Mart, found them hard to handle. She eventually gave up on using them because she could accidentally tear them when she moved her cheeks on the seat. We bonded well in talking about our bad experiences with them. She and I both remember a couple of bad accidents we had away from home. Once at school I forgot to check the seat. It was up and I fell right into the bowl. For her, it was at a train station and the seat had been busted off the back of the toilet. When she fell she hit her head on the concrete stall divider and was temporarily knocked out. A para-medic unit was called and it was the most embarrassing moment of her life.

Two years ago when grandma last visited us she came to the freshman play at my school. At intermission I helped her to the bathroom. She couldn't believe how nice the bathrooms were compared to those her generation grew up with. She liked the modern facilities, bright orange colors and great lighting. She checked out five toilets she was going to use and found each to be without toilet paper and with a clogged bowl of crap. The one she took she liked the comfort of the seat, a white seat that had a nice shine compared to the dirty black and gray seats of her youth. She found the faucets on the sinks more complex to use and got frustrated when the sensor on the paper towel machine wouldn't work.

Friday, March 08, 2019

weird guy

using the bathroom at a relatives house

anyone else out here have opinions on using the toilet at a relatives house whether for a dump or a piss. me personally, I try to hold off till I get to my own house. however, that's not always possible. in that case, I will try to be discreet. also, what do you think if someone has to use your bathroom. for me, I prefer they not take a dump, because my house is small and the smell fills up quick. when I take a dump I have to spray air freshener to keep it under control. thanks

Anatomy Student

To Bianca

I love talking with people while I or they poop. It's such a private moment because of social norms or whatever. It's kinda thrilling to reach that level of trust with someone. My discord # is 8226 if you ever wanted to listen in :)

Victoria B.

A Crime Against All Butts


I've written on here about how my disdain for the toilet paper in public bathrooms has gotten to the point where I now resort to bringing my own paper from home. Yesterday I forgot to do that and it was a mistake I won't be making again.

I was out doing some shopping yesterday afternoon when the need for a pee struck. I visited the one unisex bathroom in the store and did my business before checking my purse and taking in the bad news. I was going to have to wipe my vulva with toilet paper that upon unrolling turned out to be so thin that it was literally translucent. I could hold it up in front of my glasses and partially see the wall and sink through the paper! It took two handfuls just to get my front dry and I could only imagine what it did to the poor posteriors of people who sat down for number twos in this same bathroom!

What's the worst toilet paper you've ever had to use? Was it see-through bad?



Catholes for the wilderness guy

Something I have read but haven't had the occasion to try yet: Take the trowel, make sure the ground is soft enough but don't dig a hole. Take your dump, **then** dig a hole big enough for what you did and use a stick (not the trowel!) to knock it into the hole.

Obviously, not an option if you think what comes out won't be solid enough for that.

I made myself a diy version of those pee-while-standing devices recently, and I've been excited every time I feel the urge to go now! It took a few uses to get the hang of, but it's pretty easy for me to use now. I had wanted to put it to the test tonight by letting it fly off my porch, but it's so cold the urge left me the moment i went outside. Instead I decided to just piss into a glass, and honestly being able to hit a target consistently made me giddy!



Hi, im new here.
I have a story, at my work (hospital) there are lots of woman working there and i work in the administration office, and there are mostly all ladys working there. One day i had to go to bathroom (very small toilet room)and when i open the door. Guess what, my suprise Yepp there sat Anna and she was pooping, and i was ashamed and sad to her oh excuse me! Oh she said, i must have forgotten to lock the door, but hey it fells like we are a family anyway, yeah i said back and left. That made me curious about pooping. To "Bianca" Yes i started to like to listen to pooping and watching also. May sounds odd but that i think it's pretty more open now, and for 10 years ago. Kindes Carl.


My gushing pee

For Kennard's birthday, I got us two tickets to his favorite band's concert. It was on a school night so I checked with his parents to make sure they would let him go. School got out and our routine was pretty routine. Kennard hurriedly walked about 6 blocks to his house where he took his daily crap which he had been holding for most of the day. Ironically, I stayed at school for a short club meeting and then I went in for my second crap of the day. There's something about Mexican food that gives me gas and causes me to crap. The graffiti on the inside of my stall's door was very graphic and interesting. So much so that I used my phone to shoot and show it to Kennard.

Those toilets are pretty dirty at that time of day, but I just sat and relaxed for about 10 minutes after I finished until Kennard texted me from the trans stop outside the school. I had to wipe a bit more aggressively to fully clean myself, something that took me back a few years ago to a woodworking project Kennard did that required us to use a lot of sandpaper and to really bare down. I got outside just as our trans was arriving. Kennard hadn't changed his clothes or anything and I tried to tactfully tell him he could have used the guys bathroom and had the same result without walking almost a mile, crapping and then hurrying back. Sometimes I think I'm making progress with him, but othertimes I don't know.

The stop and go on the trans was worse than usual and we got to the arena with only about a half hour to spare. Security was slower than usual and a lot of people were getting busted for what they were carrying in. I needed to pee and it was getting worse every minute. And ahead of us at the checkpoint it seemed like argument after argument was taking place. Finally we were cleared and I told Kennard to wait on a bench while I ran around some people jamming the hall to the bathrooms. There was conversation on top of conversation going on in the aisle as the burning between my legs was getting worse and worse. It took me 15 minutes of anguish just to make it into the bathroom and the jam up was even worse in there. Two girls were having an argument about propping themselves up onto one of the hand-washing basins for a fast pee. Another girl had her phone out and said the picture would go viral.

That's when I knew my time was limited to just a couple of minutes. Doors were opening and with bumping and a couple of near fights, the door would close within a couple of seconds and another person would throw themselves onto the toilet. A few of those waiting were banging on doors and saying some really nasty things. Although I was getting a bit closer, I could feel trickles of pee in my blue underwear and I was getting worried because of the new jeans I was wearing. They were the nicest, tightest, and showed off my figure better than anything I had ever owned. When we were alone, Kennard would stare at them for the longest time. I loved that but now I couldn't stop the water spot that was forming and the pee that was running down my leg, into my socks and soft shoes. And what a bad decision it was for me to have worn my newest and most expensive least-restrictive underwear.

It seemed like a half hour, but I suspect it was less that I stood peeing myself and couldn't do anything about it. And for a couple of minutes as I got closer to a toilet I no longer cared. I knew my thong and most of my jeans were drenched and the warm flow on my inner-legs was continuing. Finally, I was rescued. A door opened, a woman walked out and said 'All yours...' She seemed surprised when I started to cry and latched the door. I tore at my clothing, dropped it to the floor, and seated myself on the warm toilet. The lighting wasn't the brightest and my battery was almost dead when I texted Kennard with the bad news. Surprisingly, he was more alert than me when he asked if I had enough toilet paper. I looked to my left. No roll but rather those cut squares stacked on top of one another. I knew I would use them all and I did while Kennard waited outside. I took off my thong, and while I sat I used both hands and a great grip to wring it out before I placed it in my handbag. My jeans seemed to be wetter on the left side, but there was nothing I could do but to pull them up to cover my exposed mid-area. They felt so coarse without my underwear to protect me. But that was the best I could do. I washed my hands doubly good and then Kennard and I got our seats.

I was a nightmare I never woke up from.I felt so helpless with that gushing pee.

Wednesday, March 06, 2019


First poop in my new place

I moved into my new place yesterday! I didn't need (and couldn't afford) the rent of a full house so I've moved into a little flat/apartment instead and to be honest, I actually prefer it. The whole place is really nice but there's one room I like more than the others; my bathroom. It was being renovated just before I moved in and I was given the option of changing things if I wanted to, within reason of course. So I requested a curved toilet seat! I have one at work and love it but didn't have one at my house so it was a must for me.

Today I woke up about 9am and began my usual morning routine. I made myself a mug of coffee and some pancakes and sat down at the table, taking my time to enjoy them while checking up on the news. By the time I had finished the news, the coffee had made it's way through my system and I was feeling ready to empty both ends. It was time for my first poop in my new home.

I walked to the bathroom, leaving the door open so I could hear my music and pulled my pajama shorts down to my calves as I sat on the toilet. I opened the window next to the toilet and enjoyed the 30th floor view while I waited for nature to take its course. After about a minute I quietly farted and was opened wide by my poop slowly inching out of me and I began a strong hissing stream. It was so enjoyable to completely relax and empty both ends at the same time, twice the relief. My poop broke off but I stayed open by the remainder working its way out and once that fell into the bowl I waited for my wee to finish.

Once I was satisfied I was empty I reeled off some toilet paper and began wiping my behind, needing four pieces in total and I used one more piece for my front. I stood up, happy with the two long longs floating in some dark yellow water and flushed, pleased that it all went down. I then fully undressed and had a hot shower before continuing with my day. I think I'm going to really enjoy it here.

I made myself a diy version of those pee-while-standing devices recently, and I've been excited every time I feel the urge to go now! It took a few uses to get the hang of, but it's pretty easy for me to use now. I had wanted to put it to the test tonight by letting it fly off my porch, but it's so cold the urge left me the moment i went outside. Instead I decided to just piss into a glass, and honestly being able to hit a target consistently made me giddy!

weird guy

interrupted bath

hey, all. so today was a lazy Sunday with snow falling. so I decided to take a warm bath. all was well until about 15 minutes in, I felt stomach pains. I figured farting would not be a safe bet, so I hopped out of the tub and sat on the toilet naked. I didn't bother to dry off totally, so it was a weird feeling to sit there with no clothes on and still wet. anyway, I dropped some turds and felt much better. then I wiped, flushed, and got back in the tub to finish my bath. thanks


Accident at the hospital

Hello, my name is Deb and I have posted a few times here before.

My good friend went into the hospital for an emergency procedure a few days ago. She's single and doesn't have much family nearby to visit her.

She texted me yesterday, which was Saturday, and asked me when I was coming by to visit her. She told me that her period had started and that she had to use a hospital grade maxi pad that they gave her. I stopped by her place to get her some fresh clothes including panties and pads.

I made my way to the hospital yesterday morning after I stopped at her place. As I was driving my ???? started feeling off. I was having some really bad cramps and knew that I had to get to a washroom rather quickly. I had a hard time finding a place to park and was getting really nervous about having another pooping accident in my pants. I finally found a parking spot. As I got out of my car a bad cramp hit me and I involuntarily let out a bit of diarrhea into my pink bikini panties. I let out a moan as it happened and clamped my butt cheeks as tightly as I could. I grabbed my friends' bag and shuffled to the elevator.

I got into the hospital and was heading to the ladies' room but I was too late. The diarrhea started shooting out of me uncontrollably, filling up my panties quite quickly. I decided to continue to find my friends' room with this huge load swishing around my panties. It was terrible.

I got to her room and started crying. She asked me what was wrong and I had to tell her that I had gotten sick in my pants. She was in need of changing her pad so she went to the washroom and got herself sorted out. Her panties were stained with dried period blood. I had packed about five pairs of panties for her, so she was nice enough to offer me a pair to change into. So I got myself cleaned up as changed in the washroom in her room.

I stayed with her for a while before heading home. My ???? was still not feeling well and I wanted to get home before I pooped my pants again. Unfortunately I didn't make it and messed myself quite badly in my car.

I decided to buy my friend some new panties to replace the ones that I made a mess of.

That's all for now.

Thank you.


pete the poop

reply to Bianca

Hi Bianca

I love to hear live poops but apart from men in the men's room I rarely get the chance to in public. I've sometimes found some online. Who do you normally listen to is it your boyfriend or girlfriend?

Victoria B.

Order of operations


I was at a coffee shop on campus last Friday to do some grading. It's the most tedious part of my assistantship but I couldn't afford grad school without my scholarships and stipend and that makes it a little easier to keep things in perspective. Anyway, I was drinking my chai latte and grading these papers when I felt warmth and fullness at the bottom of my belly and decided it was time for a poop. I didn't go before I left my apartment that morning and needing to go before noon that day made me happy to stay on schedule!

This particular coffee shop had two unisex bathrooms across the same hallway that led to a door marked "Employees only." I knocked on one and got a shout of "Occupied!" (thankfully it wasn't drunk me asking for the password again!) before trying the second one and it was wide open and available. I made sure to lock the door as I took a look around at the décor. It was neutral tile, pretty standard stuff for a coffee shop bathroom. There was no urinal; just a standard stool of the sit-down variety, albeit one with a nice cheek-cupping contoured seat.

After setting my purse down on the handicapped rails I pulled my black skinny jeans and hot pink thong down to my ankles before doing a ritual I haven't talked about here before. I give my butt an affectionate pat before every number two to try and encourage it to be productive. Does it do anything tangible? Probably not. Does it help put me at ease with my body and its functions? Yes it does.

I sat down after my pat and got my buns comfortable on the seat before my first log made its debut. It crackled its way out and landed, giving me a nice splash on my right cheek. As though the coffee hadn't woken me up already! It was only the tip of the iceberg (pooberg?) as my bumhole opened again and unleashed a ten-second torrent of brown mushy stuff. It was like getting everything out in a single push and the contented sigh I let out was good evidence of how there for it I was.

I got my purse from the handicapped rail and unzipped it to grab some of the toilet paper I carry and then proceeded to wipe my behind. It took three or four passes before it came back clean and I was just about to get into my normal flushing ritual when my bladder released! The chai latte finally caught my front up with the rear and I let out a brief, hissing pee before wiping that side too.

I closed my eyes and reminded myself that the past was already done and that it was time to release and move on. With my eyes still closed I reached behind me and pushed the flusher down, imagining anxieties and insecurities being sucked down the drain with the same force as everything else in the bowl. It all went down and I opened my eyes before standing up, getting dressed, and washing my hands before I returned to work and what ended up as a great day!

Happy pooping!


It Wasn't Me!

There's been three times recently where I've gotten snotty comments at school for something I haven't done. See, our bathrooms are really busy, especially during lunch hour and between classes. I don't know if it is because of the extreme cold weather and snow or what, but a lot of my friends and me are now peeing two or three more times a day during school hours. Four-hour Saturday detention halls are given for each set of three tardies to class.

Since I haven't been wearing a dress as much, I've been trying to avoid using the toilets without a stall door. But they are growing in number. So when I get to the front of a line and a door opens and a person walks out, I make sure I take advantage of the privacy. Often that means no toilet paper left and piss of various amounts left for the next user on the seat. I've learned, with some pain to become a better hoverer. I drop my jeans to just above knee level and in my squat I keep my butt about a half inch off the seat when I do a rather fast pee. This works well for me, especially since a few of those before me have splashed the seat. The problem is when I'm done in like 30-seconds, yank my clothing back up and stiff arm the flusher, the previous user's wet seat is then blamed on me.

So as I leave the stall and the next user sees the wet seat, I'm getting the blame for what they think I'm leaving behind. Some of the things being said, especially by the older students, are so unfair. One of the things was so bad that I would not even want to repeat to an administrator. One girl, who I've never had trouble with before, almost ran head-on into me as I was leaving the bathroom and said to her friend "Well, Ronette's beaten us to the bathroom again and left her urine behind." Then they both laughed.

How can I convince them it wasn't me?

Monday, March 04, 2019


Live Poop

Hey everybody. Once while online, I listened to people taking a dump on video. I didn't hear splashing, but one guy (from what I could tell) strained a bit while talking. Does anyone else like to watch, or listen to live dumps? I heard them before too, and even believe there was a crackly one. I have a special recording that's audio only, but it doesn't involve poop. Instead, it's like a scrap book of special sounds from Chris Cole. In particular, I recorded the keyboard, and the door announcements from the main elevator. To Weird Guy, that's interesting to discover your poop curling, and tickling your butt on the way out. I've used wipes for a messy dump before. The most interesting and weirdest experience I've had is a vaginal fart. Air gets trapped in that area, and escapes (something like that). Once yesterday I had to poop moments after peeing. There was some slight gas, and it was another chunky one.

Has anyone here ever flushed a dirty diaper down the toilet?

End Stall Em

Survey: What causes you to reject a public toilet?

What causes you to reject a public toilet?

I go to college and work at the customer service kiosk at a regional mall. In public places, just like schools and arenas, etc., I've seen women look into every vacant stall to size up their options in big bathrooms before deciding on the toilet they will use. We've also seen others in a hurry that dash into the first stall they see, even if its dirty or in otherwise bad shape, just to get their need met. So I've composed the following survey.

1 Describe the last time you "held it in" rather than using a public toilet. Why?

2 Did you find another toilet away from home to use or did you fully hold it until you got home?

3 Did traffic or crowds cause you to partially rethink your decision?

4 Did anyone remark about your desperation as you ran for the toilet at home?

5 What was your reply?

6 When you were young, did a parent under-react or overreact when you were away from home and said you were about to have an accident?

7 What happened?

I'll get started.

1. Just recently when I got off work at the mall. On the way to the far parking lot I stopped in the basement ladies room for a quick pee.
The stench was horrid. Someone had hurled all over one of the middle toilets and there were tracks all the way to the entrance that I almost stepped in.

2. Since Spencer and I had plans for the evening, I had to get home ASAP but I stopped for gas about 10 minutes later. I took my piss there and none to soon because I was hurting. I saw some piss on the seat but didn't have time to do anything about it since I was bursting and the TP roll apparently had been used up or stolen.

3. It got worse when I was in traffic barely moving driving Spencer's truck and all the coffee and soda I had drank earlier in the day was now starting to work my bowels after two days. Of course, then I remembered the laxative I had taken with my headache meds that morning. While in traffic I saw a sign for a self-service laundry and in the five minutes it took me to get into the turn lane and around the block my laxative was working in overdrive. I parked in a service alley and ran into the building. Both bathroom doors were open at the far end of the building near the driers. Heading into the ladies one-toilet closet I pulled the overhead light chain. It flickered then went out. I could smell and tell the crap in the toilet was beyond that which would flush. So I ducked into the guys' toilet nearby. The light worked. The bowl was pretty clean. I quickly dropped the stained wooden seat. Luckily my belt and jeans buttons cooperated because the splashes into the toilet started a few seconds before my butt connected with the seat.

4. I texted Spencer from my seat knowing that I had a messy wiping job ahead of me. He made fun of me for needing two pit stops. I told him to F-off and that he was lucky because the front seat of his precious $50,000 truck was still clean.

5. See 4 above.

6. When I was about 4 or 5 my dad would under-react until he had to use the bathroom, then he would take me into the men's room. My mom would overreact and say that in the future bodily needs should be planned out ahead of time. I knew what question she would be asking before we went downstairs to the car.


Reply & Desperate Sneaky Pee

First, a thank you to Bianca for her comment. Sheila looked really desperate so it was only natural for me to help her out.

I agree that my apartment's walls seem to be an extreme case. It's probably one of the reasons why the place is as cheap as it is. That said, many old houses have thin walls over here. I think I haven't mentioned it yet, but I'm from Germany, and we still have a lot of houses that were build fast and cheap after the end of world war 2. Back when I was in highschool, a friend of mine once managed to literally punch a hole into a wall at his home in a fit of rage - I thought it was amazing, his parents did not...

Now, here's another small story for you guys and girls

On Friday, I went for a big shopping trip (I love stocking up on stuff). After visiting various shops and filling two large bags with different goods, I was finally ready to head back. I felt an urge to pee, but thought I could hold it until I was home, so I made my way to the tram stop and got on. Then, two stops from my destination, all passengers were told to get off since the road ahead was blocked by an accident, meaning the tram was stuck at this stop. So I got out and started walking back home instead (it was about 8-10 minutes on foot from there).

My urge to pee was only getting worse though. I soon started sweating trying to hold it and there wasn't a public bathroom anywhere nearby. I was passing by a large construction site and noticed no one was working there, probably because it had rained all morning. I hesitated for a moment, looked around nervously, then walked onto the large plot. There was a row of porta potties and I hoped one might be open, but they were all padlocked.

I could barely hold on by this point so I waddled over to one of those large dump trucks for cover and set down my shopping bags. I quickly unzipped my fly and took my penis out. I didn't even get to aim before I started peeing like a fire hose. It felt so good to let it all out and my stream just went on and on, drenching the truck's big tire and making a new puddle on the ground below it. I'm not sure, but I think I peed for almost half a minute. When the last drops dribbled onto the ground I gave my penis a quick shake before zipping back and leaving the scene with my shopping bags.

That's all. Best wishes from Germany


Embarrassing IBS Situation Caused by the Masked Singer

So this happen last week and was the latest embarrassing situation my IBS got me into.

First though a little background. So I live in a very small one bedroom apartment with my girlfriend Sofia. We don't need a ton of room and it's cheaper rent. With that benefit also comes some sacrifice though. We only have one bathroom which means we are not that shy about our bathroom habits. We both are very gassy in general especially with me having IBS so we have an understanding that if one of us needs to fart we just let loose even if the other is near by. We could excuse ourselves to the bathroom but the other would hear it anyway in the small space. We are use to it now even though some nights in our bed at night especially after we eat something like Mexican food it sounds like machine guns and trumpet sounds from under our covers. We usually laugh it off but we regularly have to pull the covers up and down to air out.

Occasionally when my IBS gets really bad in the mornings I have to take a really thunderous gassy 15-20 minute dump while Sofia is still getting ready for work at the sink. She still giggles and light heartedly makes fun every time I come to the bathroom clutching my stomach ready to explode but it isn't as embarrassing as when we first lived together. She is very understanding of my IBS and doesn't mind finishing her hair and makeup while I unload although she still laughs every time a thunderously huge fart explodes out of me while I'm on the toilet and regularly jokes that some day I'm going to blast myself through the ceiling.

Anyway that is just some background on our relationship so I could tell this story. Sofia is obsessed with that new Masked Singer show and had three friends over to watch the latest episode. Sofia is latino and very attractive and her three best friends are also ridiculously attractive. One is her cousin Maria and the other two are her friends from work, Jessica and Emily.

I'm not a fan of the Masked Singer so I was in the bedroom finishing up some work on the laptop. While working I suddenly felt a huge grip on my insides in my lower stomach and I really had to take a dump. I had been really gassy all day but couldn't fart at all and now I felt like I was going to explode which was the worst possible timing because the girls were just in the next room. Now even though I wasn't embarrassed as much in front of Sofia I had never had an IBS attack while we had company over. I thought about going down to a coffee shop and using the bathroom there but I knew I wouldn't make it. Unfortunately I knew I was going to have to use our bathroom which is right next to the living room within earshot of the girls watching their show.

Now Sofia's cousin Maria knew about my IBS because we once took a road trip with her and my stomach was doing somersaults trying to not fart in the car. Eventually I let Sofia know and we pulled to the side of the road while I got out and started blasting huge held in farts that I'm sure they could hear in the car while Sofia explained to Maria about my IBS. Maria was very nice and understanding but it was still very embarrassing.

So back to the main story I'm pretty sure Sofia's other friends Emily and Jessica didn't know about my IBS. I thought about turning on the shower to help muffle the embarrassing sounds but I knew it wouldn't do much good because when I first moved in with Sofia I tried that and she jokingly told me as I came out of the bathroom that she could hear every fart that exploded out of me.

Anyway I got into the bathroom which is in a small hallway(leading from the front door) between the bedroom and the living room which is conjoined with the kitchen. I had hoped they had the TV volume up but I knew that was a foolish hope because we always kept it low so we wouldn't get fined for any noise complaints.

I got in the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. After a short hesitation I let loose with a huge six second loud fart and followed that up with another. I turned beet red from embarrassment when I heard nervous laughter from the girls who could obviously hear me blowing up the toilet. I'd sat in the living room enough times to hear Sofia blow up and blast gas into the toilet to know just how clearly the girls could hear me at that moment.

I heard Sofia let Emily and Jessica know that I had IBS and wasn't trying to be rude and I heard Jessica say "Aww poor thing."

I continued to unload and constantly blow huge gassy farts into the toilet for the next five minutes while the girls tried their hardest to ignore it. I was finally done and after I flushed twice and washed my hands I exited the bathroom and I heard Sofia call out to me "Hey you okay babe!?". I looked around the corner with my face still beet red and said I was fine and went back to the bedroom.

Later that night we laid in bed while Sofia rubbed my stomach which she usually does after I have a bad IBS attack. I would say she does it to mostly comfort me but it is more of a massaging technique to help get trapped gas out so that I don't pass huge farts all night under the covers keeping us awake.

She assured me that her friends were not offended and that they understood. I said okay still a little embarrassed right before I shifted in the bed and turned to my side with my butt aimed away from Sofia blasting a huge 8 second long fart. Sofia waved her hand in from of her face while giggling and asking if I got it all out.


Guys' Wiping Techniques

As I have mentioned before, I work at a large university and I am able to observe the different wiping techniques of the guys. By looking at how they move their legs and watching the shadows, you can tell if they wipe from behind, from front, sitting or standing.

I'd say that 80% sit while wiping, and 20% stand. I have never understood standing because it would seem to me that once you stand with a dirty butt, it would get all squashed together and it would be harder to wipe. But to each his own I guess.

Of the 80% who sit, I'd say that 30% wipe between their legs and the other 70% wipe from behind. I have tried wiping from the front, and it is for me rather awkward. But it's more common than I thought. For those who wipe from behind, the guys usually lean forward, move their right leg back (if they're right handed, which most are), and then reach behind.

Some other notable wiping habits: about half "double dip," meaning that they wipe, fold the paper, and then wipe again. I personally do this after the first couple of messy wipes. The thoroughness of wiping is variable. I've heard (and smelled) guys taking messy loose dumps and then wiping once or twice. You just know that they're still dirty. On the other hand, some guys wipe obsessively, really trying to get clean. One guy in particular who is often in the restroom during my usual 10 AM bathroom break uses a "sandpaper" motion. He goes back and forth about twenty times, really working the paper on his hole. A couple of times I've witnessed guys reach into their backpacks and take out what I believe are wet wipes. You can hear them open a package and take out a wet wipe and finish the job. This must mean a very clean hole.

I'm sure that most people don't give wiping much thought and assume that everyone does it the way that they do. It's a very private and intimate act.

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Katie Kool great story I bet you felt good after that big poop.

To: Abbie great story about your big poop.

To: Rick it sounds like Sheila really had to poop.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Using a sandbox for the weekend retreat, pt. 2

Kate woke up the next morning in the treehouse to find Carrie missing. She also needed to pee badly, so she went outside and down the ladder. She found Carrie sitting on a plastic picnic chair over the sandbox, with her pajama bottoms at her ankles, her bare bottom on the seat. She was holding a small book and reading it, and didn't notice Kate immediately.

As Kate watched, Carrie farted and grunted as a large turd dropped into a hole dug under the chair; clearly it had a hole cut into it. A stream of pee followed and Carrie sighed as her bladder emptied. By this point, Kate was nearly peeing in her pants. She dashed over to Carrie, who looked up from her book and smiled. "Hi, Kate! Look, I made a toilet out of an old chair from our shed."

Kate grabbed the nearby spade and hurriedly dug her own hole, before dropping her pants and squatting over it. Her breath rushed out in a moan of relief as she started peeing. A sudden, long, low fart made her giggle and Carrie joined in. Then their laughter increased as Carrie let out a loud fart of her own as she grunted out another long turd, which dropped into the hole with a thud.

Carried farted again after dropping another turd. Kate pushed experimentally and felt something move in her gut. She grunted, pushing harder, and felt her bottom slowly open up to expel a short turd, which fell into her own toilet pit with a small thud. Another, high-pitched fart blew out of her bottom. She pushed again, grunting louder but not embarrassed as it was just the two of them (and Carrie had already been farting quite a lot), and groaned as she slowly pushed out a long, thick turd, which fell in with a heavy thud. She sighed in relief and caught her breath.

Another push merely expelled a soft fart and nothing else. Done, Kate borrowed some toilet paper and wiped herself, dropping the dirty paper in the hole before covering it up and standing to pull up her clothes. Then she sat down against a nearby tree to wait for Carrie to finish her own poop (marveling aloud at how long it could take her, and Carrie agreed, laughing).

Carrie started to grunt again, straining quite hard this time, and, over the course of several minutes, slowly cranked out a long, very thick turd that dropped into the pit beneath her with a heavy thud. She sighed in relief and sat there, breathing hard. A fart buzzed out and Kate giggled.

Carrie pushed hard again for several seconds, but sighed and put down her book. "I'm finally done," she announced. She grabbed the toilet paper and wiped herself, dropping the paper down into the hole when she was finished. She then stood and moved the plastic chair aside so she could push dirt into the hole over her massive dump. Then she pulled up her pants. After again marking the used potty spots with sticks, she and Kate returned to the treehouse for the day.



To Paul: Ah the age old question. With most things, i'm in the grey area and this is no different. I can wear both and be comfortable. But i find boxers to be best in most scenarios. They feel less restricting. But on cold days or on days i know i'll be doing a lot of moving, i'll go with boxer briefs. It's more about the scenario i plan to be in. And accidents... well yeah messing yourself tends to be less of a hassle when briefs are in play i guess. and having used my pants while wearing boxers... oh god it's much harder to hide, and to clean up.

Saturday, March 02, 2019

The cricket guy

Stuck in a tent

Hi everyone, I have been reading posts on this site for a while but have never actually posted anything, and now I thought would be a good time to put that fact right. So let's get straight in to my first story.
So I was on an expedition training weekend with my school in the Lake District last October. It was minus 2 one night as we went to bed in our tents at about 11 o'clock. For dinner we had eaten a lot of pasta and also drunk a lot. I had a short tinkle before I went to sleep, and hoped I didn't need to go in the night. At about 1 in the morning, I woke up with a strong urge to use the bathroom. I thought that I could hold it at that point, so went back to sleep. About half and hour later, I woke up again, but this time I knew I couldn't hold it much longer. So being as quiet as possible, I managed to get dressed In my sleeping bag while squirming around as I was so desperate. Overall I think this must have taken 15 mins, but luckily I did not wake anyone up.

Next I had to put socks and walking boots on while couped up in a cramped tent. I am six foot so a two person rant is tiny for me. Five minutes later I was out of my tent with a torch. I started urgently waddling towards my teachers rant to grab the toilet trowel, while grabbing onto my behind and front of my privates. Two minutes later I got the trowel and had to carefully pick my way up the hillside to a secluded area away from camp. Then I started to try and dig a hole to poop into. I got about halfway there, but all that squatting made me leak into my pants a little so I stood up carefully turned downhill, unzipped my trousers, and let out a torrent of per that must have lasted nearly a minute.

During this ordeal I had struggled successfully to not drop a log into my pants, so it was time to finish my hole before I dropped one. This room about five minutes due to the frozen ground, but when I was finally done, I dropped 3 logs about 8 inches long each, covered the hole up and returned the trowel and then went back to sleep and no one ever knew.
I will post more in the future if people enjoy this post so have fun and I like reading other people's so please keep poating


Incontinence Undies and a Hard Motion also Bladder Spasms

It has happened a few times that I have had a stubborn turd and rather than sit on the toilet straining...I get off the pot and walk around the house pushing....I also favour a low squat position and hold onto the side of the path and makes it easier to come out and as the stool is hard it just gathers in the undies. I find it best to have the complete motion in a squatted position and then at the end drop the poo in the toilet and should give it a try !
This week I had a few hours of having to run to the toilet for a wee, however, I lost a bit before I got to the toilet and even after voiding I had quite some post wee dribble. Incontinence Undies took care of that...if I had normal undies I would have been a soggy story>


More Comments

To Rick: wow your apartment walls are thin! That was nice of you to let Sheila use your bathroom. Boy judging by the sounds of it, she had to poop a lot. I used to live in an attic apartment as a child, but don't recall bathroom noises from my neighbors. It was a 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom kind of place. The toilet was next to the sink if I recall right, but the bathtub was in a room called a shower room. I also think the kitchen was small, with a window over the counter that allowed you to look in the dining area. My bedroom was on the right when you walked through the apartment into the hall, and Mom's was also on the right further down with the open kitchen just before the door to the living room. Here's an interesting ending to this post. While watching a documentary about the World Trade Center attacks, some guys broke through a wall outside the elevator, and ended up in a bathroom. All I can say is that it sounded big. I have no doubt that place had a ton of bathrooms with lots of sinks, and toilets.

weird guy

messy dump

this morning I had a really messy poop. it took two wet wipes and 4 wipes with regular paper to get some semblance of clean. luckily I was hopping in the shower after my dump anyway before heading to work. I also felt some of my turds start to curl up on the way out and tickle my but a little. anyone else ever have this happen? thanks

Paul S.

To Icy;

Icy, I too sometimes Poop in my pants. I wear Briefs. I was just wondering isn't that easier than wearing Boxers? I never have pooped in Boxers, but I would think that it would slide down my leg. Also, the times that I have pooped on myself in public. What do you think people were thinking? Sympathy, Disgust, thought it was funny? Just wondering.


After school waiting for a parent ride

In the late '80s and early '90s I sometimes had to wait as long as 2 or 3 hours after school for a parent to pick me up. Mom drilled it into me that it was a fact of life and I kinda did. But I was 11 or 12 and had just started middle school, and the bathrooms were gross after several hours of use and I tried to hold off using them by carefully watching for mom to swing into the parking lot. Now its become an almost daily complaint of my Darcee, a 4th grader. Since I sell media advertising my schedule is a little different each day and a last-minute late-day meeting for a $10k contract is sometimes necessary. But Darcee's been having more and more complaints about hanging back at school. She gets her homework done and sometimes gets to help in the library, but she absolutely hates using those bathrooms. One afternoon last week I snapped when she complained about holding her crap for five hours since lunch.

I didn't want her accident chance to hang over me since I was low on gas and also needed to stop at the drycleaners. Since the doors were still open due to something in the gym, I led her back in, right into the first restroom, pointed to her toilet and I took the one next to her. I had chosen the only 2 toilets in the room with doors. Amazingly her crap and my pee started within seconds of one another. I was surprised by how much crap she had been holding while my pee only went about 20 seconds. Then she started arguing again that I wasn't being fair and didn't understand her needs. That caused me to snap. As we sat I told her about my most embarrassing story of my early years.

During my first month of middle school I was in a situation almost like hers. I lived 31/2 miles from school and was dependent on my parents who that year could not afford to pay school bus fare. This was before email and texting and I had no idea when the Ford Granada would swing into the parking lot. Three of my friends and I really liked this guy Price. He was on the football team, really smart and the Fabio of our generation. I was planning to invite him to my birthday party the following month. So at about 4:30 I couldn't take the pain in my bowels anymore so I hurried to the bathroom. I checked each of the four toilets that had doors. One had splashes on the seat and the other's bowl was clogged with black and brown crap. At the other end of the row there was another clogged toilet with water all over in front of it. The one next to it had a Subway container floating into the bowl. So I knew my butt was headed for the middle toilet that didn't have a door.

I backed up to it. I dropped my black jeans to my shoes and my faded pink Disney underwear was a mid-leg. I don't know why I was surprised but the seat was a bit cold, because it hadn't been used for awhile. By doing my crap, I was hopeful that I wasn't going to miss Price walking down the hall because he was very friendly and seemed interested in me. Then I started to hear a squeaky cleaning cart that I had often seen being shoved down the hall by PJ, a janitor who was really nice and called all us girls Peaches. He had worked there for years and years, but I instantly feared him coming in and seeing me on the toilet and especially with no privacy door. I was nearing an OMG moment as the cart came nearer. Then it stopped and I heard footsteps.

As I sat halfway panicking and doing an extra-effort push on the big one, a lady in a blue janitor's uniform walked up, took two scans, one of me seated and really scared for my privacy and another at my empty toilet paper roll that I hadn't noticed. She reached for the cart, got a full roll and leaned over me to install it on the holder. As she did her lanyard was just an inch from my face and I couldn't believe the name that was on it. It was Price's mom and she was seeing me this way! She knew me and said her son talked about me as the nicest girl in the class. I thanked her 2 or 3 times, awkward I know, because I was like maximum embarrassed. I asked that she not tell Price about her meeting me and she agreed to it. Price and I became better friends and sometimes studied together. He came to my party, also.

I found leveling with Darcee gave me important cred. She got rid of her hostility and she seems to have a much better attitude toward being more adaptable.

Tuesday, February 26, 2019


Funny situation yesterday

Hi again and sorry for the lack of post recently. It's been fairly boring on the toilet front so there's not much to write about. Yesterday, however I was in a funny situation that I thought you'd all find funny. I was taking a smelly wet poo at the gym. I was in one cubicle and the other was empty. After I was empty, I stood up and reached towards the toilet roll holder. Only, it was empty! Rookie error, I hadn't checked before I started.

I thought about it for a brief moment, and then decided I would just waddle to the next cubicle with my shorts and boxers round my ankles. I unlocked the door and shuffled out. As soon as I did so, there was a guy I knew stood at the sinks who looked right at me in the mirror. He's a guy I get on really well with. "Hello!" he said. I stood there and shrugged my shoulders "No paper!" and he immediately stared down at my manhood and nodded approvingly. I am well endowed so I wasn't ashamed. I nipped into the next cubicle and grabbed a load of paper and returned to my cubicle to wipe.

I finished up and saw my mate at the lockers. He made comment "Quite a size there mate!" I suppose I should be quite proud!

Pete the poop

response to Victoria and sea front dump


Victoria. It was lucky you had finished otherwise you might have been mid dump when you were called. I've had that happen before a few times

Also I'd been out to a dancing comp this week and there were huge lines for the ladies almost all the time. It can be awkward because you need to wait for your dances or callbacks so often holding a pee and plenty of nervous stomachs too. I had a big dump at the hotel beforehand but there was still plenty of no 2 action in the gents

We came back today and whilst in the seafront arcade trying to win some money I had a sudden urgent urge for a poo. After we had played we carried along the sea front and I told my wife I needed the loo. They were all unisex apart from the mens only urinals (in separate cubicles). I hurried to get my pants down and had a much needed dump. It flew out very quickly. Luckily I was just in time. I had a messy wipe and wanted to flush but I couldn't find the flusher (honest truth). I ended up just leaving and the cleaner had arrived to service them.



Hi again folks. Today was a gross day concerning poop, because some of it was gassy, and I dropped a load. My poop this morning was a bit chunky. Later while enjoying the somewhat bassy quality of my new speaker while jamming to instrumental Bluegrass, I blew some disgusting gas in my room. Eventually as it got nastier I decided to go for a poo. This poo was chunky too, and even seemed to smell a little worse. In the evening before brushing my teeth, I did a slower poop with a lighter fecal aroma. This was a poo session in which I kept on feeling a little like I had to do more when I thought I was finished. It was like a faster version of one of the poops I did when I was younger.


Toilet habits questioned

My boyfriend and I went out the other evening for dinner and some drinks to celebrate both his and my birthdays. How strange it is that both he and I have the same birthday and we're both the same age. 34. What are the chances of that, I ask? So we were driving back to Bennett's apartment when he apologized for becoming increasingly distressed with a crap coming on. So much so he angled into a park and drove as close to a bathroom building as he could. To make him feel better I told him the liquor was going through me too so we both entered our respective sides of the bathroom. Hearing his seat drop and a real ostentatious blast of gas following it, I felt better for him. As for me, I stayed on the faded white seat for about 15 seconds longer than the 30 seconds I needed because I found it intriguing to what was happening with Bennett.
Then came his shout "I need some G**damn toilet paper."

I did my usual fast wipe, I had to put three times my right arm's weight on the flusher to get it to take. That was fine because I was thinking how I was going to handle Bennett, whom I've been dating for about seven months. You see he gave me crap a couple of weeks earlier when we were traveling and I had to practically beg him to stop at a rest area so I could take my crap. His phone battery was down and he came into the bathroom to get mine and made a big deal about me being seated on toilet paper instead of butt-down on the seat. He teased me about taking the toilet paper for the next three or four users and wasting it for a frivolous cause. I told him I could guarantee never to be caught with my pants down in public without knowing where my toilet paper to wipe with was coming from. Of course he didn't like that because he knew I was right. As our discussion developed more he teased me that he had never known a woman that was inconsistent with toilet habits more than me. I will sit butt-on-seat on a public toilet if I'm just going to piss because that's for at the most 30 to 40 seconds; I cover the seat to poop because it might take me 10 to 15 minutes to get done. He likes to use logic on me and says there's no logic to that. Well it's just me!

I moved as slowly as I could in washing my hands and even checked my make-up in the mirror as Bennett continued to shout out for me. When I yelled to him that I didn't think there was enough left on my roll, he let out an F-bomb. I took all but one or two pieces off the paper roll and walked in and said "Sorry hun!" He stood, got up and showed me how he half filled the bowl. I admit, it was impressive. As I backed away he was getting madder. I counted to five and then surprised him with the stash that I had hid in my back pocket. We did a quick kiss before I walked out as he was doing his cleaning. We annoy each other but he's a keeper.


Not the first (to Bianca)

Someone asked if it was my only accident and no no no. That's funny to me. They're a common occurrence for me. Especially growing up but even now, I've noticed I wait too long and it happens at least once a month. My last messing accident was back in December about a week before Christmas. I had decided to take a walk in the park because I had a whole day to kill, and love winter. Wanted to get out and enjoy it you know? Wasn't too cold or too much snow on the ground so I googled the map of the park so I knew what was what. I'd been there a lot but I never rly noticed what building was the bathrooms. So I emptied my bladder at home and took a drive. Wearing a winter coat, scarf, boxer briefs, some black sweatpants (they were tight and warm as heck), and finally some warm wool socks. Halfway through the car ride I was hit by the urge. "Great, just great." I thought. I hadn't gone in 2 days or so, so I had parked and immediately started walking in the direction of the bathrooms. Calmly, mind you, because I was confident I could hold it till I got to them. The Park was strangely barren, and I finally got to the other end of the park where the bathrooms were. Then I realized why it was so barren. I guess they lock the bathroom on Sunday's because they are technically closed. So when I tugged on the door, my heart sank, and my face turned red. I started to run knowing the trouble I was in. Back to the car, as fast as I could. But the more I ran the more I gradually slowed down to waddle along. As I passed the playground I noticed two teenage girls who seemed to be babysitting two little kids. They talked and laughed as I passed. My car was parked right next to the playground, I could see it. I walked right by them, hiding any signs of needing to go and gave them a friendly hello. Maybe I shouldn't have cuz they laughed a bit and started trying to have a conversation. I insisted I was in a rush as kind as I could and started to walk away. But I got 10 steps or so before it happened. Since I wasn't holding myself, I'd given my body too much space to work with and I *painfully* bent over a bit. God that cramp hit me like a truck and I pushed instinctively, and was rewarded with total relief. I stood for maybe 20 seconds letting it all happen. Once I'd filled my pants up I turned to them and apologized over and over while backing away. One was simply giggling and trying not to laugh. The other was shocked and kept saying "you're fine you're fine. Sorry that happened." She seemed more sympathetic and I eventually just walked to my car and sat down with a loud smush. I couldn't believe I'd done that in front of two strangers. Not some excusable wetting, but completely unloading in my pants. By the time I got home I had gone a bit more in my pants, not caring anymore and began the familiar clean up. That was one of the few times I did it and someone witnessed me. So I hope that answers your question :P


More Comments

To Rick: wow your apartment walls are thin! That was nice of you to let Sheila use your bathroom. Boy judging by the sounds of it, she had to poop a lot. I used to live in an attic apartment as a child, but don't recall bathroom noises from my neighbors. It was a 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom kind of place. The toilet was next to the sink if I recall right, but the bathtub was in a room called a shower room. I also think the kitchen was small, with a window over the counter that allowed you to look in the dining area. My bedroom was on the right when you walked through the apartment into the hall, and Mom's was also on the right further down with the open kitchen just before the door to the living room. Here's an interesting ending to this post. While watching a documentary about the World Trade Center attacks, some guys broke through a wall outside the elevator, and ended up in a bathroom. All I can say is that it sounded big. I have no doubt that place had a ton of bathrooms with lots of sinks, and toilets.

Katie Kool

Poo and pee and more

My last post I sent on Monday didn't seem to get posted, so I've thought I would do another push by push post today whilst I'm on the toilet before going out today ( Sunday ) Mum reminded me to do a poo and has gone to work, I've got dressed to go out and has done my make up in the bathroom mirror and I've just sat down on the toilet, my skirt is so short I didn't need to lift it up because as I sit it bares my ass.. I've got a pair it thigh high stripy socks and a low top with short bomber style jacket. On my feet I've got wedges. I've just pushed down hard and gone pffffrt and sent a forceful jet of pee into the toilet bowl.
Hi Constiguy. When I said about other guys and girls seeing they have never said anything nasty to me, and with the exception of being in bed at home I've always managed to get on a toilet like if it's at a party or in my friends flat. The girl who saw last time was waiting for the toilet after me and the 2 guys who were in there with me were like with me if you know what I mean - that time I was squirting liquid poo into the toilet and still drinking whilst sat there and keeping both guys happy..
Ok just pushing down hard really hard and a couple of little pieces of poo have dropped. I don't think I will do much poo as I had a couple of liquid poos Saturday evening, when I was out and 1 when I got in this morning at 6 am and that was a really big amount but I had such bad ???? ache I had to keep pushing and pushing to make it all come out it was like water but smelled like cider.
I've still got belly ache so I'm having a really good push down on my guts into my ass to get out whatever is there .just pushed hard and a few small pieces and a pffffrt pffffrt and splatter of like a thick liquid like snotty like stuff has splattered the bowl, I've just checked with toilet paper and it's got a yellowy poo mark and bright red blood. I'm pushing down again and although the blood is dripping it now feels like a bigger poo is coming down so I'm keeping the pressure up by bearing down and pushing down as hard as I can. ive now pushed several times really hard and a piece of poo quite long and solid came out and followed by some mushy stuff. I've just done anther pee. Now going to relax from pushing for a few minutes and write about my poos during the week up to now.
Monday and Tuesday i withheld, with the help of Imodium then on Tuesday went shopping with mum where she bought me the new clothes I wanted. On Wednesday I had ???? ache the constipated sort and was soiling my pants but withheld it until mum confirmed that I was allowed to go to an overnight party Wednesday night and not due home until Thursday evening. So on Wednesday i went on the toilet and pushed and pushed for ages and eventually felt something moving and I did a huge hard poo before going out it was like 10 inches long and really fat and lumpy followed by softer mushy poo and left me with a very sore ass.. When I got home Thursday evening I didn't poo as I was too tired and sore so went to bed, when I woke on Friday my bed was wet and the pants I had put on when I left the party were full of poo. On Friday I went out so disputed the amount I'd done in my pants during Thursday night i sat on the toilet and pushed and pushed and eventually like after half an hour did a somewhat mushy poo. I did the same on Saturday evening before going out.
I've just done a really hard push and squirted some soft liquidy poo and blood and snotty stuff squirted out along with a popping fart. I now need to go to meet my friend to go to the flat and get drunk and have fun again. I've scrunched some TP and taken 3 wipes to be clean and dabbed again with fresh scrunch and theirs a blood stain so I've put some paper between my ass cheeks even though my ass is so sore and have flushed. Now in my room I've got a very small tight pair of bikini style white pants to put on. Ok so I'm off out now .
Hope this gets posted
Katie x

Sunday, February 24, 2019


Here I sit broken hearted...

You might have heard the little rhyme "Here I sit broken hearted, came to shit but only farted" before. Well that's exactly what happened to me earlier today! I was doing my usual weekly grocery shop on Friday which involves me going to a few shops. As I was in the second shop I began feeling the urge to poop and since the third and final shop had customer toilets, I decided I would go there before walking around with my trolley. By the time I had got there I was feeling pretty desperate so I went straight to the ladies and into one of the available stalls. I pulled my jeans and thong down to my calves and took a seat in preparation for a healthy and enjoyable dump.

I had only been sitting for a few seconds when I let out a loud booming fart, very unlike me. I'm sure everyone in the room would have been able to hear it. I relaxed and tried to let my poop come out naturally like I always do but after a couple of minutes with no progress whatsoever I got impatient and pushed. I farted again, quieter this time but still audible and began peeing. Every time I pushed I would fart a little, and it would finish as soon as I stopped pushing.

I probably spent a good 10 minutes sat on the toilet pushing and farting but didn't produce anything solid. It was so strange! I have never been so windy before in my life. It felt really nice getting it out of my system though and I figured it coming out was only a good thing. Once I finally stopped passing gas whenever I pushed I got some toilet roll and wiped my front, then got some more for my behind just in case. It came back completely clean! I pulled up my clothes as I stood up and then flushed before washing my hands and continuing with my shopping. I don't think I farted once for the rest of the day.

I hope you enjoyed my story of my Taylor Toots. Hopefully I'll have a more productive toilet experience to share with you next time!

PS - To Anna, I always sit whenever I wipe and so does my sister and mother. However when I was little I would sit to wipe my front and stand to wipe my behind! I'm not sure when or why I changed but I always sit now.


Huge poo

Hi everyone, I had a few spare minutes tonight so thought I would do a quick post.
As I was finishing at work this afternoon I started to feel the urge for a poo, although I'm not as constipated as I was I'm still not exactly having an easy time and when I thought back I realised I hadn't been for a poo for 3 days so I knew I was probably in for a hard one. As I was waiting for the bus I started to get more desperate and had to start clenching my bum to stop the tip from poking out into my knickers, luckily just then the bus arrived and I got on, doing my best to walk normally even though I was trying to hold back what felt like a massive log! Luck was on my side again as there seemed to be a lot less traffic than usual, so when I got off at my stop I was still managing to keep my poo in. I arrived at my house getting more and more desperate by the second, the tip of what felt like a massive log was really trying to poke despite my best efforts and although I was only seconds away from being on the loo I seriously doubted whether my knickers would stay clean, especially as I could feel they were stuck up my bum! I unlocked the door and went upstairs as fast as I could, as I got to my bedroom door I couldn't help letting the log slide out and although I managed to clench my bum again and stop it coming out any more I knew that by now I would have dirty knickers which was annoying. I noticed my bedroom light was on and when I opened the door I could hear straining noises and I knew that Lucy had beaten me to it. Sure enough I went into my ensuite and found her sitting on the toilet, she had taken off her top and trousers and was just in her white bra, her green flowery knickers were part way down her thighs and they had got twisted round so they were inside out and I noticed she had skidmarks too! "Hi Abs, sorry, I'm having a poo but its got stuck, I've been sitting here ages trying to push it out!" Lucy looked really hot and bothered and was red, I could see she was having a hard time and I felt sorry for her. "Well I want a poo as well so I'll have to go in the other bathroom, I can't wait, its already poking out in my knickers!" I said, squirming around. "No, don't worry, you can swap with me," Lucy said, "I'm gonna break mine off and try again later, I'm shattered and I just can't push it out!" She took some loo paper and reached round behind herself to break off her log, she then lined her knickers with a few sheets of paper and pulled them up, I noticed they were way too small for her so they didn't cover her bum properly. Lucy must have caught me looking as she said, "Sorry about these knickers, I know there too small for me, I've nearly run out of clean ones!" "Yeah, me too, I'd better put some washing on when I'm done!" I replied. I unzipped my trousers and kicked them off and then pulled my orange, yellow and purple stripey knickers down to my knees and moaned as I sat on the loo and let my quivering bumhole relax, as I had predicted there was a skidmark in my knickers but the feeling of being able to just relax and let my poo come was fantastic! After the tip was out I could feel it was getting fatter and I knew I'd have to start pushing so I took a deep breath and bore down hard, the fat piece started to come out but as I relaxed I could feel it going back in. After a few more hard pushes and rather loud grunts I knew I must be bright red too but I wasn't really getting very far, I pulled a face and Lucy said, "Are you OK Abs?" and I said, "Its come part way out but its getting fatter and I just can't push the rest out!" Lucy said, "I know the feeling, I had exactly the same problem, to be honest I'm tired of having massive fat hard poos that feel like there gonna be stuck up my bum forever!!"
"At the rate I'm going I think this one will be stuck up my bum forever," I panted after another hard push. I paused and said, "I'm just gonna take my top off, I'm boiling hot!" I took off my shirt so I was just in my bra like Lucy, I was wearing a white one too. "Maybe we should swap," Lucy suggested, "I'm feeling like I might manage to finish off now I've had a bit of a rest!" "Yeah, good idea, I could do with a breather," I replied, like Lucy had done I reached round behind myself to break off my log and put some toilet paper in my knickers before pulling them up. Lucy dropped her knickers to her thighs and sat on the loo again, she squeezed her thighs together, went up on her toes and reached round behind herself to pull her bum cheeks apart and she pushed so hard she screwed her face up and went as red as a tomato, she pushed for ages and then released the pressure with a grunt that was almost a yelp and really quickly took another deep breath and started to push again. After another few pushes like that she moaned and I heard a splash, she weakly said, "Thank God thats out it was gigantic!" She stayed sitting as she flushed and then she wiped and started to pull her knickers up, but she stopped and said "Actually I need clean knickers, I got these ones a bit dirty." She took off her knickers completely and went back into the bedroom naked apart from her bra. By now I'd pulled my knickers down and was back on the loo again, I knew I'd have to do exactly what Lucy did if I was going to pass this massive poo so I pushed with all my might for as long as I could, once again I could feel the log starting to poke out. Like Lucy had done I pulled my bum cheeks apart and took a really quick break between pushes, the log started to get sucked back up but luckily I managed to bear down again before it had gone back up my bum and it crept out really slowly, after three more massive pushes I could feel it starting to move faster and I moaned. By now Lucy had come back in, she had put on some pink spotty knickers but hadn't bothered to get dressed, she still looked pretty warm from her earlier struggles. She said, "Are you OK?" and I said, "Yeah, I've managed to push the fattest part out now so its coming alot faster!" Lucy said, "Great, its such a relief when that happens!" and I nodded in agreement as I pushed again. After a few more pushes I felt the log drop and splash into the bowl, I felt about a stone lighter! I did a few pellets and then felt empty so I wiped my rather sore bum, flushed and took my knickers off, I said, "I need to change my knickers too, they were stuck up my bum so there was no hope of them staying clean!" I went back into the bedroom after I'd washed my hands and opened my underwear drawer, I took out a clean pair of pink knickers with blue edging which I put on before lying down on my bed to recover! Hope you enjoyed this story, will post again soon, bye for now!


Multi Toilet House

I read with interest the post from "Name" some days ago where she and her mother had some food poisoning and both needed the toilet at the same time. This is a case for a two toilet house, however, that aside I would her mother poop her pants because she could have used a bucket or even gone in the shower in cases of such urgency?


Incontinence undies. Lesson 7

I wear the above and would not wear anything else. The negative aspect is that you cannot go into a men's change room or if staying at someone's house or them at yours you need to be very discreet . I wear them because of bladder leak after doing a wee. Also I sometimes get bladder urgency and sometimes a release on the way to the toilet..... it saves soggy undies. Bladder problems are worse with constipation and if the constipation is bad I get extreme skid marks. Sometimes when I have had poo urgency I have had some escape and it is no problem. Also and importantly I can fart how I like and if needs be I am saved by the undies!!!!! They are a great invention!


My Upstairs Neighbors

Hello again! It's been a while since my last post. Life's been rather hectic for me, but it's all calming down now so I'm back. Today's story happened on Monday. I don't think I said anything about this before, so let me start by saying I'm currently living alone in a rental apartment on the second floor. It's a nice enough place with a living room, small bedroom and kitchen, bathroom, and it even has a balcony. The building is rather old though, and the walls are thin - not that I ever really noticed that until last Monday.

Living in the apartment above mine is a rather sociable couple. We're on good terms and help each other out a lot. The girl, her name is Sheila, is two or three years younger than me. She has long caramel brown hair, brown eyes and a nice figure. I assume she works at some high-class place like a hotel or maybe a bank since she goes to work wearing a suit.

So this Monday, around 6.40 am, my doorbell rang. Luckily I am an early riser and was already up and about, so I went to open the door and found a very fidgety Sheila standing in front of it, wearing her usual gray suit. I asked her what was up and she quickly explained that a pipe burst in their apartment and they had to shut off the water until it was repaired, but she really needed to use the bathroom before going to work and asked if she could borrow mine. I told her "Sure, come on in", and she made a beeline for the bathroom door. Standing in the doorway, she said "Thank you for this, I'll be out in a bit." I told her to take her time and she nodded gratefully before shutting and locking the door behind her. I returned to what I was doing (checking my emails on my computer in the living room) and was pretty surprised to suddenly hear the faint thud of the toilet seat being lowered. I never realized since I live alone, but sitting in front of my computer, the bathroom is literally just behind the wall and you can hear everything going on inside. I felt a bit embarrassed, but also excited at the prospect.

A few seconds later, I heard her tinkling into toilet. She peed for a about ten seconds, then sighed. After a while of silence, I could faintly hear her voice. She grunted and groaned for a bit, finally producing a heavy plop. She caught her breath for a moment, then grunted again. Two smaller plops were followed by long, loud fart. She grunted some more and eventually made another loud splash, followed by a bunch of squeaky farts, then started unrolling toilet paper. She wiped just once, then flushed and was back out soon after. She thanked me again, then hurried off to work. Looking at the clock, I found she'd occupied my toilet for a good fifteen minutes. I went into the bathroom and her smell was still very noticeable even though she had opened the window. She'd also left the toilet seat down. I took a peek inside, but the bowl itself was sparkly clean, not a single skidmark on the porcelain.

Well, that's all for today. Take care everyone!


Heather the Holder

I attended a 2-day conference in a much larger city for college coaches and athletic administrators. Heather, one of the administrators at our university attended with me. We shared a room and went to many of the same meetings together. As many of you may know, I'm 6'6" and I tower above the stall partitions in public restrooms. In some bathrooms, often in public buildings and especially high schools while I do a lot of visits and recruiting, just standing in line for a toilet to open enables me to see many of the users from their shoulders up as they sit and do their thing. I'm also noticing in schools that the doors on many of the toilets might be up to a foot lower on the top and a foot lower at the bottom than the metal panels. You can also tell because some of the doors have a little bit different color of paint than the divider panels. There are a good number of schools where you can see the doors have been taken off the toilet stalls.

I learned before our flight that Heather was a public toilet hater who loathed using such facilities. While waiting with her at the airport, I asked her nicely if she needed to use the bathroom because I wanted her to watch my carry-on and told her I would do the same for her. She seemed surprised that I was going to be so adventuresome and said she was able to hold hers until we got to the hotel. I was in awe! That was at least 4 or 5 hours away. When we got to our destination, I told her I was heading to the restroom because I didn't trust my body to hold it while we waited in the rental car line and drove to our hotel. She said she could hold hers and would get a place in the line. I went in and did one of my most satisfying craps. Having held it for the last few minutes of the flight, the release was very satisfying, although the tranquility of my sit was agitated by the continual PA announcements and paging.

The hour-long drive to our hotel started to take its toll on Heather. She suggested what she thought would be a faster way in because it was a toll road, but it wasn't and she was showing so much physical discomfort as we hit more traffic, that I suggested we stop off and get lunch. That caused her to become more agitated, but I told her I needed to pee and I stopped at a fast-food place where I went in and contributed to the liquid flow of the toilet, before buying a 48-ounce drink that would reload my bladder. I've always been a great consumer of liquids and I encourage the girls I coach to drink in order to remain hydrated.

There was a check-in line at our hotel and I excused myself to use the bathroom there. It was a 3-staller, was equipped with those toilet seat-protectors that I have never bothered to use, and I took a satisfying pee. When I got out to Heather and saw the line was not making much progress, I told Heather how nice the bathroom was and encouraged her to use it. She said something nice, but seemed surprised that I would suggest such a thing. When we got to our room and I was unpacking it seemed Heather was in the bathroom for about 15 minutes. Then I heard one flush and then a second. We walked to a happy hour at a nearby club where we had a drink. I used the toilet there before we headed to our restaurant. Before we started to do our walk back to the hotel, I went in for another pee. Heather seemed surprised that I wasn't going to wait 10 minutes until we got back to our room

Over the two days of exhibits and meetings at our hotel, I didn't see Heather once use one of the bathrooms in the ballroom, meeting room complex or exhibit hall. One day when she had locked her key card in her room, she borrowed mine four times to go up to our room on the 38th floor. Each time she gave me a small excuse which I didn't question because she's in her late 30s and my immediate evaluator.

I might be able to accept the hold-it stance from a young adolescent who hasn't traveled much or who is insecure. But for an adult, it troubles me.



Hi everybody! Laverne, you must be new. Welcome, and too bad your embarrassing poop situation while drunk got videotaped. Anyway, I had a sudden loose poop today. I had a salad with spinach, beans, etc which probably loosened things up too much. The interesting thing about this episode is that it wasn't total water-poop. Instead, it was a mixture of a liquid with some chunkiness to it. About flushing, I don't really have much of an interesting flush story since I can't see the toilet. In regards to quality however, my favorite flushes are the fast ones. If you know what I mean, you'll recognize this description. You flush the toilet, and within 2 to 3 seconds or so, everything is gone.

To Icy

Was that your only accident you ever had, do you have more stories if not?

Thursday, February 21, 2019


Public Wasted Shit

I note Katie Kool and Laverne have had an occasion when they had too much alcohol and had to poo in front of others. Katie Kool , how did the boys and girls react? ... I hope they were kind to you? To Laverne , I hope your bf deleted that which you wish to be deleted because if it got into the wrong hands it could be serious. My question is that it could have been your bf that needed to poo and there we go ! To both of you I assume your BM was urgent and how did you feel after the evacuation? Were you ok about going in front of others? I suppose you had no alternative! Thanks

weird guy

response to roses survey

1 it depends on how much I have drank previously. generally, m stream lasts 30-45 seconds. when I first wake up is usually my longest pee of the day
2 I have shares a flush before with my nephews when I was on vacation. to take it a step further, we all 3 peed into the toilet simultaneously
3 since I'm a guy, I don't wipe after peeing. as to pooping, I remain seated on the toilet to wipe. the exception comes if I'm planning to shower immediately after my dump, I often will skip wiping my but
4 when I flush, I usually am standing. I generally wipe my but and pull up my pants, then stand up. at that point I close the lid and flush. if I'm having nasty diahrrea I will flush while seated before I'm done
5 the only food waste I can ever recall flushing was some beer I had once that was so stale I couldn't drink it
6 the strangest thing I remember flushing was a q tip that I accidentally dropped into the toilet one time.
hope u enjoy


Great Morning

Following from my last post I have had the best morning in a very long time . Had a good long nights sleep , was able to eat breakfast and enjoy it and as for my morning shit which I described in my last posting was so complete I still feel empty from it over 9 hours later . Have not even had the need to fart and feel so much lighter. In fact, wait for it, my trousers are not so tight around my waste. I have had such experiences after multiple enemas but not on a normal BM

To Kari With The Huge Bladder

I read your incredibly literate story back on page 2732 and I hope you write another one soon. This website has mostly poo posts but ironically it also has some of the best stories about females with extraordinarily oversized bladders. I don't know why more women don't contribute other than A) having an ability to urinate for incredible periods of time is rare and B) women in that category are probably more pee-shy about it than exhibitionistic.

Very much like Kari, I was a God's gift to peeing ever since I was a little girl. Unlike her mother, my own mother was definitely no slouch when it came to her bladder endowment, so for whatever reason that genetic predisposition was passed-on to me many times over. When I was old enough to begin to notice such things I recall that her voiding sessions on the toilet were much-much longer with a far greater volume than my fathers. In the early morning she would sit on the commode and calmly shoot-out stream upon stream of urine loudly into the water in their bathroom. The reason I think I began to notice was her urinations sometimes took such a length of time they would evoke comments from my father still in bed. Having said that it didn't take long for them to discover that they had a an only child who was a veritable little peeing machine.

That fact really would come to a forefront when we took a long family road trip and she and I went into a public restroom. I remember one particular time we went into this restroom off the interstate when mother's bladder was just bursting. I was maybe ten at the time and I had to go badly as well. We went into adjacent stalls and started peeing at about the same time. Since mother was fairly desperate I didn't think twice about opening-up my bladder and letting it flow strongly. And flow it did. It was a busy restroom and I recall stall doors opening and closing as women peed and finished while we continued to urinate. We may have made some small talk but I don't remember. I do recollect mother was taking one of her longest pees- which was good because my bladder was feeling as full several minutes into the pee as when I started. We kept going as I stared into space and a parade of feet beyond my stall door of women who had peed in other stalls, exhausted their bladders only to be replaced by other women who had also finished urinating.

Literally minutes later I heard my mother's pee stream start to taper-off and I consciously thought to myself, oh-no what do I do? I was still peeing away and my bladder was sending signals that it wasn't anywhere near drained yet. Fortunately mother is a woman who's bladder usually has some left after she initially sounds as if she's finishing. After a prolonged pause I heard her commence peeing again, which was fine with me because I was merrily peeing away. She splattered and pushed more pee out, obviously trying to drawn-out her urination even as I heard her inquire if I was just about done. What could I say? No. Then there was just silence over on her side. No more sounds of peeing.

I don't remember how many toilet stalls there in that place were other than it was a restroom off the interstate filled with women having to pee after lengthy car trips and not enough stalls. And there we were, two females who had been peeing for an obscenely long time thereby putting two toilet stalls effectively out-of-order. After mother finished I heard a lady rudely say something like "that one is finally done" and her equally rude friend whisper back "good lord it's about time." Those comments made mother a little embarrassed I think because she quickly dried, composed herself and left her stall. Seconds later I heard a knock on my stall door. I reached-up and unlatched it to let mother in, whereupon she bent down and in hushed tones asked if I was almost done? That day was so memorable for me because there I was, in this public restroom, urinating away with an obviously behemoth bladder that had outlasted my mother and was still pouring forth. I silently looked-up at her with a look of resignation even as my urine stream answered her question. At that moment my mother's attitude changed perceptively when the rude woman in the adjacent stall's light stream abruptly ended after a few seconds in duration. She assured me in a rather loud voice, "that's alright honey. You just pee as long as you have to. There's no need to hurry. Some of us naturally hold a lot more than others." I think my face turned a bright red but I also felt the size of my still prepubescent bladder made mother beam with pride.

When I finally did finish and we came out of the stall I felt dozens of eyes bore into me. I thought just how many of these women and their daughters in that restroom had been in there to witness this girl in a stall who peed forever and ever? When we got back to the car my father asked impatiently what took us so long in the women's restroom? For the next fifty miles home my mother kept proudly recounting the story of how their daughter took a monumental pee that just would not end.

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