Katrina
Hi All.
This is my first time posting to this forum, but I have been reading these posts, and realy enjoyed reading them. I am a very tall Bruenet, with a nice figure and long, straight hair. I love to dance, and am into balet as well as Tai Kwon Do and Beach Vollyball. As you may have guesed, I am into both peeing and pooping as many of you are.
I read alot of interesting stories and have many that I would like to share with you. The posts that caught most of my attention are the ones posted by the HOLD IT man about women having larger and stronger bladders. I also read a few observations from John Q about the same thing, and from Punk Rock (or was it Leather Pants Girl) about women being able to take larger dumps then men.
I whole heartedly agree, 100% that women indeed do have larger bladders, stronger shincter muscles, and also have more strength for pushing out bigger shit loads as well, and here are my reasons as to why I think that.
First off I will start with peeing.
Like the HOLD IT man, I have been in alot of bladder hold contests with men. In fact, I was into holding my pee since I was 10, becasue I am one of these women who gets physical pleasure out of holding my pee. I have NEVER, in all that time, lost to any man. My longest hold ti me is 48 hours, and I have yet to meet a man who can even beat 24 hours. My body can spew a hard, wide stream that will put any man to shame. When I use to live with my parents and brothers, and we would go on long car trips, I was allways the last one who needed to pee, alalways the last one to get to use the bathroom, and if we had to stop for a tiolet break it was allways my mom or one of my brothers who needed it.
Many of my girlfriends tell similar stories. All of them have complained to me at one time or another that their boyfriends allways have to stop to pee while on road trips or in other situations. One time when I was on the road with my girl friend and boy friend (yes, I am bisexual) we had to stop twice for the boy friend. When we got to where we were going, he was the first to use the john, and he was in a hurry. My girlfriend and I both went in and calmly did our business, yet the pee came out in a torrent.
It is also more common for guys to be bed wetters then it is for girls, and in my own experience, I had a brother, 3 cousens, who were all bed wetters and wore diapers.
Finaly, I also have been in alot of bladder hold contests where there were large numbers of people, and we women ON AVERAGE had better hold times, and ON AVERAGE put out twice as much pee as the men did. Most of the women I know don't even feel pressure until after 4 hours of drinking alot of liquids, and most of them need time in the morning for their bladders to wake up before they take their first piss of the day. ALL of the men I know start fidgiting around after 1 and a half to 2 and a half hours after drinking liquids, and EVERY guy I dated would be rushing to the bathroom as soon as he jumped out of the bed. After sex, I would go right to sleep. ALL the guys I went out with would have to pee then would go to sleep.
Based on that, I can conclude that we have much stronger bladders and far superior spincter control then men to.
Now for the pooping.
I do not have alot of experience with men when it comes to bowl movements, but I will say that I can push out turds that are three inches thick and 9 inches long at times. The best I ever saw a man do is an inch thick and about 5 inches long. It is also a known fact that women do have very strong muscles in the abdmonen so they can give birth. Therefore it is logical to conclude that they can use those same muscles to push out bigger and thicker poops.
Then there is the issue of occupations. Most women, like mee, are in occupations like Nursing, Teaching, or some other job where we are not often afforded the opportunity to use the toilet. Therefore we naturaly have to hold it for longer periods, and that stretches out our bowls and bladders which increases our volume. As pressure builds up, we also have to squeez harder, and that greatly strengthens our spincter muscles so we have better hold times. When we finaly do let go, whether it's pee or poo, most of us just lean forward and squeez with all we got, so that strengthens our ability to push our waste products out.
So YES. Women are much stronger then men when it comes to going to the bathroom.
Sincerely,
Katrina
John Q Public
It's me once again. I know that there were alot of posts during my long absence and I just got around to realy checking some of them out. Lately there has been some discussion as to whether or not women or men have stronger bladders.
I have been paying particular attention to alot of Luise's posts, and it does seem to be the case that women do pee better. I know I posted this before, but I realy would like to know what others think and if there is a possibility that women do indeed have stronger bladders.
Louise, I was wondering if you and your husband ever did a "hold" contest and if so, sho won. I also read a few of the old posts about Jill, and some of the legindary pisses she did, and was wondering if she ever had a contest with her husband as well.
All in all, it seems that most of the women on this forum can out piss me and most other men they know. I am no major challenge in that department because of my bladder condition, but it seems that women just pee harder, faster, and can control their bladders much better then men to.
Are there any medical personell who can confirm this? Do women pee better then men do?
John
Todays shitting
Had to go twice today. The urge came on a work, I would need a pee as well - so off to the toilet. Everything down, black briefs today, and onto the toilet.
Started with a long pee, as this was flowing I could feel the shit starting to come out. I resisted the urge to push and let it drop out by itself. Quite a few mushy turds and then a few pushes to get the rest of it out. Everthing done and then loads of wiping to clean up - I hate getting stained underwear so take plenty of time to wipe. At least with black undies the stains don't show so much, white is the worst for showing the stains.
Later in the day had to go again, maybe I should have pushed down more to get it out. So back on the toilet again.
I pushed down strongly and it started coming out. This time nice solid turds in contrast to what I had done earlier, but both shits had been quite big and very satisfying.
Again plenty of wiping to get my anus clean. By the way both dumps smelt pretty awful.
Two good shits in one day, nice.
John
Hey all you peoples you should put your'e childhood pooping in pants acts on here! They is so fun to read! I have like a million people that want to read that stuff!
random person
1. (Two parter) What's the weirdest place you've ever a) peed, and b) taken a dump? Explain.
pooped behind a diner once. they were closed and i had to go real bad. this was on a road trip, everyone laughed
2. Do you ever leave the door open when on the toilet if someone else is home? If so, how often?
never
3. After having taken a crap, what's the longest you've ever gone without wiping your ass and why? about an hour after the diner poop incident, no one had any tissues
4. Who would you be most comfortable with seeing you taking a crap? (e.g. husband/wife, boyfriend/girlfriend, mother/father, brother/sister, etc.) Why?
my best friend, we joke about shitting all the time.
5. Hypothetical situation. You're at an outdoor event. You desperately have to take a shit. You're in a dense crowd. There is no way you can make it to the bathroom in time. You're going to shit right now. Do you a) shit your pants, or b) drop trou and shit on the ground? Why?
on the ground... i've only ever shit my pants once, i was 5 and rememebr it was not fun so i'd like to keep it that way
la la la de bamba
When i was a little boy child, about 4 yeez old, i was playing wit ma friends up in a sandbox. I bent over and a marble snuck out. so i just decided to drop my load in my white hanes briefs with spiderman on em.i pooped out like 14 marbles then a big ball of poot. when that one came out my friends were like dude what are you doing? I played until i got home and the humungus ball in ma pants now rolled beneath my balls. i dumped it in the toilet and went on wit my regular activities.
Melissa
Hi. I'm a 44 mother of 4. I've only ever pooped in public once and it was embarrassing. I was in college and as part of a photography project I spent one afternoon taking pictures by and around a disused canal. I needed to poop. There were a fair number of walkers on the path so I went to look for a secluded spot. I found a quiet, covered spot and there was nobody about. I took off my jeans and panties and half-squatted, slightly bending my knees. A very fat poop slowly emerged and I recall it took FOREVER to come out and I kept thinking "come on, come on, somebody could pass by". Sure enough I heard something. Out of nowhere came a man and a woman! They both glared at me and there I was half-squatting with a huge turd still coming out of my rear and a big gush of pee coming out of my vagina! To make matters worse, as I strained to hurry it up, I made a loud fart just as they were passing me. They didn't say anything but I remember turning bright red. Since then I have neve! r pooped out of doors.
Bethany
Hello all, sorry I haven't posted lately, I have been extremely busy with school, cross country practice, and work. Anyway, about a week ago I had a strange experience. At my University, I needed to use the toilet desprately (I have been constipated lately because of "girl things" and I haven't had normal bowel movements. Usually just stomach cramps, and producing "tiny pebbles). Anyway as I walked into a stall, I noticed there was poo in all the toilets. I realized that the plumbing was being worked on, so they needed to turn off the water to work on the problem. Well, you guessed it, the toilets could not be flushed. It was really gross......But, you know, when you have to go, you have to go. I do not like to use public toilets, but man oh man, I needed to poo badly. So, I entered a stall that was "clean," tissue papered the seat, pulled down my pants, and panties, sat, and let go. I evacuated 2 large turds, and some "mushy poop." The smell was so bad because of! the toilets not being able to be flushed, that I decided to leave the restroom, and finish my business elsewhere. I quickly wiped, and left. The smell in that bathroom was terrible, that I was literally gagging.
When I entered another section of the campus (While holding my butt, I had to walk/run to an area that was on the opposite side of the campus, approx. 1/3 of a mile away from the main campus), I entered the building, found a ladies room at the main entrance. I did the same thing.....tissued the seat, pulled down my pants, panties and sat. I was so thankful that the toilets could be flushed here. I was having stomach cramps since I did not finish my business at the previous restroom. As soon as I sat down, another long poo exited my body. I sat there feeling that much more needed to come out. About a minute later, three 6" to 7" poos slid out. When it came to wipe, there was very little toilet paper in my stall. Luckilly, housekeeping was cleaning the bathroom. So I shyly asked if she had some toilet paper. She told me to wait, which I did (where was i going to go......lol)?? When she came back, she passed the toilet tissue under the stall door. When I finally! wiped, the most irritating thing happened. Because I was constapated I knew that there was alot to clean back there.....I am not trying to sound disgusting or anything, but you know when you wipe, and you are using cheap toilet paper, you know how the toilet paper breaks off, or gets stuck as you wipe. Well, that is what happened. I had to use tons of extra tissue paper to get the tissue paper out. After about 20 total wipes, I was done. I flushed twice to get it all down, and also to "erase" the skid marks. As I was washing up, I saw the cleaning lady wiping the counters, and I embarrasingly thanked her for getting the toilet paper. While thanking her, I felt more cramps inside of my stomach. I quickly dried my hands, and re-entered the same stall that I was using. As soon as I sat down, I made alot of audible gas sounds, and some loud "plopping" sounds as a few more poos exited my body. There wasn't alot of poos, but mostly all gas. In fact, it was so loud, tha! t the cleaning lady knocked on my stall door asking if I was okay. I told her that I was, and I had been constipated throughout the week, and that it is all coming out now. She laughed. I sat there for about 10 minutes just letting out gas and very few "pebble" poos. At the end, I was letting out silent blurts of gas, and was finally done. I wiped, flushed washed up, and left the ladies room. That was that... Feel free to reply if this sort of thing has happened to you
--Bethany
dylan
when we were 12 years old, my friend robbie would come over to my house all the time. he would let me watch if he had to poop and would lift his butt off of the toilet so i could see the poop coming out. i told my other friend david who was a couple years younger about it but he was too shy to poop in front of me. i asked him if he ever saw somebodys poop come out and he said no but was going to ask his mom if she would let him watch her poop come out. one day david and I were playing video games at his house and his mom called him into the other room and said something to him. i heard him say wait a few minutes because he was in the middle of a game and then she said ok but hurry up. when he came back i asked what was up and he said his mom was going to let him watch her pooping. about 2 minutes later she came back and said to shut off the game now if he didn't want to miss out. he went to his mom and asked if i could stay and watch too. she said no at first, but he pleaded! and she said all right. his mom is fairly thin and looks pretty for an old lady. i think she's about 40. we went upstairs to the bathroom and sat on the tub, and she pulled down her white shorts and sat down on the toilet and put a towel over her lap so we couldn't see her front. i could her her pee and then fart but couldn't see anything. david said to lean forward so he could see. she seemed nervous but he whined and she leaned forward. she farted again and i saw a piece of poop about 8 inches long come out. it came out fast and was smooth looking and made a plop when it went in the toilet. then 3 more smaller poops plopped out too and she leaned back and said i'm done now and turned a little red. she got toilet paper and waited until we left to wipe her butt. my aunt linda and davids mom hang around together and one day at my house david told aunt linda that his mom let me and him watch her poop. i thought aunt linda would be mad but they laughed about it, so i said if d! avids mom let us watch, how about you let us watch when you go, aunt linda? she didnt say anything but the next day she took us to burger king and then brought us home. she started ironing while we played video games. she got up and said she was ready to let us watch her poop just like davids mom did. i was surprised. she took us in the bathroom and took off her robe and sat on the toilet and peed. she only had her bra on under the robe and didn't seem shy like davids mom did. aunt linda is a big lady and she couldnt lean forward enough for us to see under her butt so she got up and sat on the edge of the tub with her butt over the tub. she sat for a while and made some grunting noises, then a couple marble sized poops came out. she said the urge went away so lets try later. we went back to playing video games while she did her hair and put curlers in. then she came back and said she was going to try again if we wanted to watch. she sat on the tub again and did a few more ma! rbles. she sat about ten minutes and got back up and said still no action and put her robe back on and went back to her ironing. not much later she said she was ready to try again and we went back into the bathroom. she sat on the tub and did another couple marbles. she said maybe it would help if she had something to read so I went and got her a newspaper. she read the paper for about 5 minutes and let a couple of farts and another marble. david started to say lets go play videos again because he was getting bored of waiting, but i said to wait. a minute or so later aunt linda made some more grunting noises and a bigger marble came out. she said with a strained voice that she felt it coming. then she pushed out a fat hard poop into the tub. as soon as the poop fell off, a lot of chunky poop exploded out of her butt and then after a couple minutes she did a couple of waves of mushy poop. it was very stinky. she looked over and said see i told you i had to go. she wiped her b! utt 3 times. i've always been interested in seeing girls pooping since then. i have a couple more stories for later.
Scarlet
IRISHGUY: liked your story about your roomate
BRENDA: Hey--at least yur mom wasn't mad! But yeah, that would have been embarrassing...
ok..on the the new Good Charlotte CD in a song called "The Anthem", one of the guys says, "Shake it once that's fine. Shake it twice that's okay. Shake it three times you're playing with yourself!" I thought it was funny that they referred to peeing in their song. You really have to listen for it though, as it's not listed in the lyrics in the CD paper, and it's quieter than the rest of the lyrics, like maybe Joel (lead singer) wasn't the one saying it. I just like to imagine the guys in Good Charlotte taking a long pee... :)
~Scarlet~
Wall mounted toilet-guy
I dont think I've seen this topic covered yet. Anybody prefer 'wall-mounted bowls" to 'floor-installed" toilets? I do, they are mosty in industrial areas wheree the floors tend to need washing more, it makes it easier to mop...In Washngton Square Prk in NYC, there are 5 wall mounted bowls, all 'latrine -style" it's really hot to see guys sitting on the bowls protuding from the walls......Any comments?
Upstate Dave
Good morning to all:
First I'll reply to PRG's survey.
1a. Queechy Gorge between Vermont and CT. The gorge is abput 800 feet deep and I took a piss off the top into the gorge below.
1b. My wife and I buddy dumped together on top of Mt. Madison in the White Mnts in NH. Great views!
2. I'll leave the door open only if my wife is home. She does the same thing. Sounds really carry in the apartment we live in.
3. Hmm the longest without wiping probably for me was 12hrs. I camped out alot when younger and sometimes would shit early in th evening and had no paper. Most of the time my turds were firm so there was no big mess after.
4. My wife. Even when we were dating before we were married we both peed and pooped together. We still do after 25 years of marrige.
5.Probablly drop squat and go.
Potty Pooper I knew a girl when I was younger that did the same thing with the toilet paper. She would wrap it around the seat so it streatched over the seat opening. Then she would hover over it and poop on it. Then she would pee so it would break and fall into the bowl. She went this way so her buns would not get wet from the water as she pooped. Everyone great posts today and look forward for another 1000 pages! Upstate Davewetguy
To irishguy - About your question on having an accident while plaing a sport...2 years ago when i was 15 (actually right on my birthday) i was playing in a baseball game and i had to piss sooo bad i could barely stand it. My bladder was hurting and every time i moved i thought i was going to lose it. Well, toward the end, i started to piss my baseball pants in short spurts. Thankfully, after a few squirts came out, i was able to control it and it was also conveniently the end of the game. I rushed to the nearby woods and pissed into the bushes, but i had pissed my pants some more on the way. When all was said and done, I had about a little more than a softball sized wet spot on the front of my pants. Luckily, my shirt was big enough such that when i untucked it, it covered the spot completely! It would have been so embarrasing for my friends to see that i pissed my pants on my 15th birthday!
Other than that, I have more recently let out the odd squirt of pee when playing tennis. This usually happens when i have to piss real bad when playing and when i reach for a shot, i lose control for a second. I try to pee before playing and wear dark shorts, though.
I encourage any lurkers and everyone else out there to take a few minutes and post your favorite pants pissing expereicne, seeing as the posting scale seems to be heavily favoring the pooping. I'm sure a lot of people, including me, would appreciate the result of a few minutes of your time! Thanks in advance.
-wetguy
PV
Hi DAMSEL,
How hard was it for me to go standing and actually visible from the corridor? After I'd pissed on the beach about 13 times in the previous three hours, it was so easy I couldn't believe it! It was as if I'd spent years worried about nothing, afraid of nothing... It was probably just that my reflex arc between brain and bladder was very focussed on that day, I couldn't do it again right now, that's for sure.
The wam weather can't make up its mind, but when it arrives I've been thinking of maybe using the garden a lot more, certainly for my last wee before sleep every night. It's so wonderful to flow onto the lawn in the warm night air while looking up at the stars. Yes, I'm still a single girl, unfortunately -- no warm company for such special moments. Boo hoo!
Hi LOUISE,
SNORT! I love the way you can surprise men, even ones who've been photographing you in all sorts of glamorous outfits that are barely there! Yes, it is an eye-opener when men discover that it doesn't require a penis to produce a mighty gush: I think there's a bone in the male skull that leads them to assume one is impossible without the other, when the opposite is actually the truth. THREE garden shots the other night, with full audience? Woman, thy name is audacity!
No adventures here lately, I've not been well this week, but I'm hoping to get back to the odd sink-shot at least.
Cheers,
PV
PS: No posts from Donna lately -- please send her my best, and tell her I look forward to her next missives from the north!
Businessman
Up until yesterday I had wet myself once in my adult life and that was on a stag night a few years ago and I was not alone. I weed myself dashing to a toilet in a hotel.
I am 40 and run my own firm.
Yesterday me and two of my employees were being driven from Northampton to Leeds along the M1 for an evening business meeting.
Because we had a company driver we decided we could risk a few beers each.
It didn’t even occur to me this could lead to a problem. After an hour or so I wanted a comfort break. It wasn’t urgent but I was uncomfortable and so I asked if we could stop at the next service station so I could relieve myself.
No problem, the driver said. We had passed a sign which had said the next services were 20 miles away and I knew I could wait.
I took another sip of beer and rejoined the conversation.
We were laughing and joking and the two other guys, Mike and Pete, said they’d have to get out too when we stopped so I knew the banging in my bladder was echoed in theirs.
It was raining heavily and visibility was poor and I was glad I wasn’t driving.
Two miles from the service station we hit traffic. There had been a crash and the three lanes were at a standstill. By now I needed a wee badly and the rain was not helping.
I had grown quiet as I concentrated on holding in my wee. I was in the back behind the passenger seat and had crossed my legs and was kneading and squeezing my penis.
We had been at a standstill for 10 minutes and I was now wriggling in the seat trying to ease the pressure. “F... I need a wee.” I said unnecessarily. It was clear that I did.
“Have you got something I can go in Gus,” I asked the driver.
“Sorry sir.” Not what I wanted to hear. The beer cans were lining the M1.
“I’ll wet myself if we don’t get going soon,” I moaned.
Gus handed me a Daily Telegraph. “To protect the leather,” he said.
I sat on it and undid my trousers so I could hold myself more effectively and asked the others to talk about something, anything to take my mind of my desperate need to wee.
The traffic showed no sign of letting up and I was in agony. I thought of getting out of the car and going but it was raining heavily and I would be watched.
By this time Mike and Pete had grown quiet too and it was obvious why.
But I needed to go the worst. I could not sit still and had started to let out babyish moans as I sucked in. I bounced on the seat.
“Come on, come on. I need a f...... wee,” I said as though through sheer force of will I could get the traffic moving.
I moaned as I let out a stream of wee. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Once I started to wee I couldn’t stop so I eased myself up a little and weed. It was a relief but embarrassing all the same.
The newspaper grew ever wetter as did my underwear and the bum of my trousers and the legs. They were still open but it did little to protect them. The others laughed as I hissed a gallon into my pants. It was a relief but I had to sit in my wet pants for half an hour before the traffic moved again.
We pulled into the service station. Mike and Pete made a dash to the toilets and I got my overnight bag from the boot and headed to the gents to change.
It was the laugh of the meeting ... and when I thought about it I quite enjoyed the situation but would have loved it if I had been on my own.
It was quite liberating letting go in my pants.
Businessman
Up until yesterday I had wet myself once in my adult life and that was on a stag night a few years ago and I was not alone. I weed myself dashing to a toilet in a hotel.
I am 40 and run my own firm.
Yesterday me and two of my employees were being driven from Northampton to Leeds along the M1 for an evening business meeting.
Because we had a company driver we decided we could risk a few beers each.
It didn’t even occur to me this could lead to a problem. After an hour or so I wanted a comfort break. It wasn’t urgent but I was uncomfortable and so I asked if we could stop at the next service station so I could relieve myself.
No problem, the driver said. We had passed a sign which had said the next services were 20 miles away and I knew I could wait.
I took another sip of beer and rejoined the conversation.
We were laughing and joking and the two other guys, Mike and Pete, said they’d have to get out too when we stopped so I knew the banging in my bladder was echoed in theirs.
It was raining heavily and visibility was poor and I was glad I wasn’t driving.
Two miles from the service station we hit traffic. There had been a crash and the three lanes were at a standstill. By now I needed a wee badly and the rain was not helping.
I had grown quiet as I concentrated on holding in my wee. I was in the back behind the passenger seat and had crossed my legs and was kneading and squeezing my penis.
We had been at a standstill for 10 minutes and I was now wriggling in the seat trying to ease the pressure. “F... I need a wee.” I said unnecessarily. It was clear that I did.
“Have you got something I can go in Gus,” I asked the driver.
“Sorry sir.” Not what I wanted to hear. The beer cans were lining the M1.
“I’ll wet myself if we don’t get going soon,” I moaned.
Gus handed me a Daily Telegraph. “To protect the leather,” he said.
I sat on it and undid my trousers so I could hold myself more effectively and asked the others to talk about something, anything to take my mind of my desperate need to wee.
The traffic showed no sign of letting up and I was in agony. I thought of getting out of the car and going but it was raining heavily and I would be watched.
By this time Mike and Pete had grown quiet too and it was obvious why.
But I needed to go the worst. I could not sit still and had started to let out babyish moans as I sucked in. I bounced on the seat.
“Come on, come on. I need a f...... wee,” I said as though through sheer force of will I could get the traffic moving.
I moaned as I let out a stream of wee. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Once I started to wee I couldn’t stop so I eased myself up a little and weed. It was a relief but embarrassing all the same.
The newspaper grew ever wetter as did my underwear and the bum of my trousers and the legs. They were still open but it did little to protect them. The others laughed as I hissed a gallon into my pants. It was a relief but I had to sit in my wet pants for half an hour before the traffic moved again.
We pulled into the service station. Mike and Pete made a dash to the toilets and I got my overnight bag from the boot and headed to the gents to change.
It was the laugh of the meeting ... and when I thought about it I quite enjoyed the situation but would have loved it if I had been on my own.
It was quite liberating letting go in my pants.
Adrian
Teacher Chick. Enjoyed your post. I think it's fair to say that some people are reluctant to go for a motion when they're away from home - for all sorts of reasons. Hope you don't mind me asking but do you tend to go for a poo at school more than at home or do you just leave everything to chance and go for #2 wherever you happen to be? Also, have you ever had to leave a class in order to go to the loo?
Having been rather windy and constipated for a few days I had rather an explosive poo this morning and hit the back of the pan. I hate it when that happens as it takes hot water and bleach to shift the mess. Anyone else have that kind of experience?
Best wishes to all,
Adrian
Stan
To an annonymous poster: I believe the book you are referring to is Clan of the Cave Bear.
Mickey
It's Jill mega bladder story time again! Have 2 incidents that were able to make an impression for sure....too bad I was not there for either one! These episodes were told to me by Jill, as she knew I would get a rush from the circumstances....though I would share....
About a month ago, I was scheduled to work over a weekend- Jill's nephew was to be married on a New England beach-so, no problem...she went by herself for the event- her whole family was up there at a motel, so she had a place to stay-
She told me of the first situation in which one of her other young nephews got a morning thrill from her pee prowess- The group had 4 rooms total, with 3-4 people in each room- The first night there, they had all stayed up a bit late, sitting on the oceanside porch drink beer- Jill said she went to bed @ 12 or so- next morning, she awoke with a solid, full bladder...remnants of the night before's liquid intake. As she went to use the bathroom in the room where she was staying with her sister, she encountered the sister taking a morning Bm, and reading for a bit- Jill was pretty ready to pee, so, without hesitation, dressed only in a long t-shirt, she went next door where her nephews and 1 niece were staying- after entering their room, now pretty desperate to empty her morning whizz, she saw that one 18 year old nephew had just gotten out of the shower, and was standing at the mirror, totally unclothed, shaving- she mentioned her urgent need, and he, without hesitation, t! old her to come on in.... no problem...she said she went right over to the toilet, where from where he was standing, he had a bird's eye view to the action...she flipped up her t-shirt, sat, and spread her knees apart just enough to offer a fine stream view- as some of you know, Jill can pee with the best of them! She tried to stay cool, chatting casually with the nephew as she began a strong, hissing morning pee that she said seemed endless- she caught him glancing often between her legs as the powerful stream hissed and sprayed ....upon completion, she slowly wiped herself, and got up, thanked him for sharing, and took note of the huge boner she had given this guy!!!! Bad girl...she is such a tease-
second part---- on the way home after the wedding , 7 of them got into a van , and headed out for the 8 hour drive home- Jill included- about an hour and a half int the trip, a few of them were responding to the morning coffee that had been consumed prior to leaving- the Hiway they were on had no real rest stops, and very few fuel stations in the section they were in- about a half hour of looking for a stop, 3 of them were pretty desperate- including Jill- they encountered a pull off, no facilities.....just a roadside pulloff- ok- no problem- out of the van they go- she said it was a family pee-a thon- of course , her stream was again endless and quite loud...she noticed 2 other nephews had gone behind her, for the view, I'm sure watching her butt closely as her pee stream continued to hiss out- she again just kept going and going- the brother in law nicknamed her "tank". She put on quite a show for the family members..... anyone else have some good roadside desperation ! stories????? happy whizzing- best to Steve and Louise...also Hold It man- Mick
Hermione
To Shy Girl
In answer to your questions:-
when someone has gas pain and bloating and goes to bed but wakes up feeling fine does it mean they farted in their sleep?
My boyfriend says I fart in my sleep. If its long and loud he says he gets very turned on by it, and reponds accordingly !
what foods make gas smell more? Eggs, brussel sprouts, cabbage, some beans, ripe cheeses.
anyone else have the experience that exercise and working out makes them have to go poo and/or fart?
Not poo but fart. I sometimes go to an exercise class and out of the 15 or so women, someone will fart during the exercises.
anyone ever watched themselves go?
Yes I have used a mirror when I am trying to pass a big hard turd. I enjoy watching my anus expand to its maximum diameter - 2.5 inches or so.
Don't be shy !
RIZZO: I hope yoNathan
PottyBoy
Great posts. I'll look forward to reading much more from you.
Not much im my own department to report since I've been at uni. Still pooping after breakfast but the amount I poo seems to have gone up. I'm now having to sit tight after the initial "empty" feeling as there now always seem to be another couple of turds up there somewhere. When I have wiped straight away after my dump I've been bursting to go again by the break between the first and second lecture. Now I just sit and wait for "part two" to appear then I'm normally Ok until the next morning.
No real action in the (unisex) bogs yet. There's a girl I really fancy who sometimes has a dump at the same time as me but as I said earlier I'm more interested in blokes pooping than girls. The problem I have whenever I see this girl I get a real "stiffy" and then my penis won't go where it should be when I'm sat on the bog. OK if it's just shit to come out of me but I normally have a little piss once I've finished emptying my bowels. Presumably other blokes must also find this a problem.have probn I'm trying not to have too much contact with that girl as
Eleanor
u weren't suggesting that I compromise my principles, and let Andrew see me on the toilet just so that he would go out with me ?!!! (only joking with you). Anyway, if he was that shallow, then I wouldn't be so interested in having him as my boyfriend. But seeing as Kendal assures me that he isn't, (I know that myself really), I'll keep chipping away ! Love from Eleanor.
LOUISE: I couldn't believe your story about the photo shoot, and going for a wee in the gents by accident !! Andrew passed his car test, and his Mum and Dad have bought him a run-around. Much to my honour, he wanted me to be the first to have a ride with him ( with Kendal of course ). Andrew has also taken us all out to the cinema. I got to hold his hand. He didn't let go either ! Love from Eleanor xx PS Big kiss and hug for Steve as well.
LINDA GS: Well its a good job those boys were too late to see your show. I would have felt so much for you if they had stood and watched you poop your brains out ! I felt your embarrassment as well in your story about Kendal and Lynda walking in while you were naked on the toilet, and especially when your Cousin saw as well. But I would like to say that you shouldn't feel shame. It is for them to feel shame for invading your private space. It is for you to feel embarrassment !! However, I think I can quite categorically state that I would suffer no embarrassment having you around, even if I was having the biggest poop of my life, and straining to get it out. I think if I was following you, I would have had some excellent tuition in the art of big pooping ! But the main reason I know I would be ok with you there is because of the day last week after school, when Kendal and I went together at her house. We both of us poop around tea time, and getting back from school o n the bus, we both needed to go. Kendal went first and she had one of her usual nice easy floppers. But I hadn't been in almost three days, and I was mortified at first about all the huffing and puffing noises I was making. And then I felt it begin to come out of my bum, and it stretched me so wide that it really did start to hurt. I had to hold on to my knickers with a very tight grip !! But dear Kendal with all her concern placed her hands on top of mine and tried to comfort me as I went through the pain barriers. Once the thickness had reached its maximum, the poop actually began to rush out, and it made a huge plop, and left me with a very sore bum. But Kendal got me some cream to sooth it. Honestly Linda, I can't imagine that having a baby would be any worse than that huge poop ! Anyway, must skip off now. Nice to share the "smallest room" with you once again ! I'm sure Kendal will want to post again soon. As for Andrew, well its been so long I doubt he can remember ! the address of the site !! Take care my friend. Love from Eleanor xxPOTTY BOY
Thanks to Bryian, John and Plunging Plop Guy for your encouraging comments ref. my first posting. Sorry to cause confusion if there was another 'Potty Boy' who used to regularly post here. I am definately new to this forum. To answer John regarding whether any of the lads at work used to take laxatives; I don't know, although I did hear a few looser BM's being produced from time to time in the staff toilets by some of the younger lads. Unfortunately, I didn't know many very well, as I worked in a different department, so they didn't confide in me when it came to their bowel problems, although one gay guy I met who was about 24 yrs.old did tell me that the tablets his doctor had put him on gave him very bad constipation: There's quite a bit more to that story, but I'll leave it to another posting !!
Just over a year ago, a slim gay 22 yr.old lad, (who used to work with me), moved-in with his boyfriend; who was already a lodger here at my house. He would regularly 'perform' on the toilet in the morning in particular, but also frequently at other times of the day or night. He hardly gave himself time (as far as I could see) to build-up for a good performance. He was quite uninhibited, and, to begin with, borrowed some of my white briefs, as he had just moved away from his parental home. He'd usually 'go' in the morning immediately before having a shower. One morning, when just the two of us were in the house, we both got-up at the same time, and I offerred to make some tea. We were talking to each other, so he left the bathroom door wide open to enable us to continue. He'd gone straight in to have a shower, so I assumed he wasn't going on the toilet. I thought he was drying himself as I made my way upstairs, (having been in the kitchen for several minutes! ), and was half-way up when I heard a really heavy, loud thud of a splosh; half of which I could hear from the open bathroom door, the rest as a heavy thud through the floor !! I couldn't show any interest as I walked by the open bathroom door, but I did catch a glimpse of him with his pants down, but otherwise naked on the toilet. I knew the morning routine, so next time it was just us in the house, I made sure I was in the bathroom first, washing my face and taking ages to shave. It worked !! He walked in, completely uninhibited, stood-up to have a pee, then turned around, (just wearing briefs), dropped them, and in full view of me at the basin, proceeded to start pushing out a sizeable turd, looking slightly away from me as he did so. The first big 'SPLOSH' stimulated him (with embarrassment) to start a conversation to mask,(unsucessfully), the performance of a few smaller hard plops. It was so exciting that I didn't know what I was saying to him in reply !! I'd lo! ve to have been more involved, but couldn't let-on I liked watching him perform. It was amasing he could produce one that hard and big, as he seemed to be on the toilet every few hours. The thought that my pants had been stretching tightly around his ankles for several of his performances was quite exciting !!! I did try to glimpse what he had done in the bowl when he turned around to wipe, but he'd just covered it with the first couple of sheets of toilet paper. I do have several more true stories to tell. Will post again soon.
Plunging Plop Guy
Hello everyone,
The last few days I've been consistently producing smooth, well-formed bullet-shaped turds that feel great to drop, and my arse is clean. I'm over that itchiness, and really feeling good! Plus saving on TP!
ERIC IN CHICAGO, Thanks for the tip, I've never heard of recycled TP causing itchiness, unless it's some chemical used in the process and which you might have been allergic to.
I've continued to use either Izal TP at home which is strong and medicated stuff, or in public toilets I've used the usual soft paper. I attribute my recent itchiness to the type of shitting I was having, which was difficult to get clean, and residual faecal matter was probably irritating my anus and the surrounding area.
PUNK ROCK GIRL; Answers to your questions,
1/ I really can't remember any weird places I've ever used for a shit or a piss. Being a man, if caught short when wanting to piss, I've probably made use of available trees or anywhere discrete when I've had to. As for shitting, I must have powerful control, and apart from at a very young age, have always made it to a toilet except a few years ago.
I was out walking with a close friend who shares my interest, and had to go right there and then. I just squatted on some grass near a river and let it all come out. He was impressed by my ability to go like that, and the amount I did! No-one else was around.
2/ If the same friend is with me at home as used to be the case, I wouldn't lock the door. He'd be there watching me anyway!
3/ I might take a long time before wiping my arse because I like the thought of what's under me while I'm "amusing" myself, and hope I might want to do some more! if it's a solid shit, I might not need any TP!
4/ I wouldn't mind anyone seeing me on the toilet as long as they're not family members, or people unlikely to be interested in seeing me.
If it's a stranger, I'd like to be in the middle of dropping a really loud plop when they saw me!
5/ Too hypothetical to know what I'd do. I suppose if I shit in my pants, it would be much more socially responsible than doing it on the floor, but more likely I'd push my way out of the place, hoping to get out in time!
Happy toileting! P. Plop Guy
Louise
DEAR RIZZO - Hi guy!!!!! Well I liked your story about weeing on the anchor to wash the mud off it. Do you pull your foreskin back a little bit when you wee? It may be I am wrong but I thought it was you who said you have one of those willies with a foreskin that does not cover all of the tip. I thought maybe you would not have to pull your foreskin back like Steve does so you can wee in a straight line. Hey, I could have washed the anchor with my sister, PV, Ina and my mum too! If we got Mickey's wife Jill, we would get it really clean eh?
You would have liked being there at my latest photoshoot. Yeah, I think I disturbed my photographer's concentration when it was my toilet break and he caught me in the men's with wee gushing out of my puss. LOL He is used to photographing girls with no knickers on but I bet he has not seen one of his models pissing her brains out before! giggle Hey, when I was on my way back from weeing the second time, I was going to change my g string for another one for the next pictures so it was all right to forget putting it back on. Well you have to be a bit naughty to do that kind of work you know!
Love Louise xxxxxx
PUNK ROCK GIRL - Hi!
1. Wierdest place I peed - into a big plant pot in the office
Wierdest place I took a dump - it was not really wierd but it was having a big log in an alley with my husband watching.
2. I always have the bathroom door open to my husband, my mum my sister or when my friends are there.
3. I have gone about 10 minutes without wiping because I forgot to get some tp and I had to go looking for some. giggle
4. I do not know who is more comfortable being near me taking a dump. My husband, my mum and my sister are all used to seeing me do that.
5. If I was at outdoors event and I needed to shit and could not wait then I would not shit my pants but I would drop my pants and shit on the ground. Then I would not have the mess in my pants.
I hope my answers are all right.
Love,
Louise.
SARAH - Hi girl! I liked your story about your mum squatting with her panties down and peeing in the garden. My mum did that a lot. She still does really. When I was 10 I was always seeing my mum do it and she liked squatting and peeing her brains out in the garden. Her blonde hair between her legs always got wet by the pee.
Love Louise xx
JOHN Q PUBLIC - Hi guy!!! Well I think girls have bigger bladders and better bladder control as well. I can hold my wee for longer than my husband and most of my friends are good at holding their wee as well.
Love Louise xxxxx
Saturday, October 12, 2002
Teacher Chick
I posted here a few times last year but have not posted lately. I just wanted to comment on the fact that highschool girls are so insecure about taking a dump in school.
I am required to monitor the bathrooms (for girls smoking) during parts of my planning period. I dont stand in the bathrooms, i just have to check every so often. Since i have started teaching here, almost a year ago, I have only seen three girls taking a dump in the girls bathrooms. I know its not an issue of them "just not having to go". I have actually taken a crap in the girls bathroom, rather than the faculty bathroom, four times during that period. The faculty bathroom is further away from my classroom and if ive got to go bad, I will crap in the closest toilet.
Another time I overheard a conversation between two girls. The one girl told the other one she really had to shit but there was no way she was going to go at school. The other one agreed and said she would wait until she got home too and she wouldn't go either.
Its just weird. I wouldn't take a dump in public when i was that age either, so i really can't blame them but its just seems like a problem that should be fixed.Punk Rock Girl
Okay, now here's a survey for all of you!
1. (Two parter) What's the weirdest place you've ever a) peed, and b) taken a dump? Explain.
2. Do you ever leave the door open when on the toilet if someone else is home? If so, how often?
3. After having taken a crap, what's the longest you've ever gone without wiping your ass and why?
4. Who would you be most comfortable with seeing you taking a crap? (e.g. husband/wife, boyfriend/girlfriend, mother/father, brother/sister, etc.) Why?
5. Hypothetical situation. You're at an outdoor event. You desperately have to take a shit. You're in a dense crowd. There is no way you can make it to the bathroom in time. You're going to shit right now. Do you a) shit your pants, or b) drop trou and shit on the ground? Why?
I look forward to everyone's responses. Peace!
PRG