the "HOLD IT" man
I've been reading alot of posts about constipation lately, and it seems to have influenced my body. I was constipated once again last night. Again, I used one and ONLY one of those Fleet "Babylax" supositories, and it had me cleaned out right away, after a whole day of grunting and trying to crap.
I read the box to make sure that I was reading the label right, and it clearly stated that one per day was to be used for children 2 to 6, and see a doctor for under 2. It also said that it takes 15 minutes to an hour for it to work, but when I used it, I went from not being able to crap to being desperate to crap in less then a minute.
I just don't understand how something that strong can be packaged as a laxative for children. I wonder if any of you had that problem. I'm not kidding, that thing just cleared me out like nobody's business.
Let me describe it to you. It's shaped like a miniature enema syringe. It has a little cup filled with the medication, is covered with an orang sleeve to store it. The sleve is removed, the plastic supository is inserted and the bulb is squeezed. Immediately I felt a burning sensation, and about 40 seconds or so later, my guts were cramping and I barely made it to the toilet.
Has anyone else had this experience with this product or something similar?
A very near miss
Had a genuine near miss yesterday on route to a client. The usual story - hold up on Motorway and getting desperate to go both ways. Holding myself and eventually let go a long squirt into very dark trousers - not too much to show though wet all round my bum but able to hold dump a bit longer - at last get moving and end up running straight into office entrance - ask for toilet and race down a long corridor holding bum tightly - poo rubbing on back of briefs - get in toilet drop trousers and briefs together and collapse on seat with two great turds dropping instantly. Very large brown stain over back of briefs but what relief. Talked with client with briefs stuck to bum. Spent rest of day smelling slightly of pee and poo. It was the closest I have ever got to messing myself without messing myself if you follow!
Crapping is not my main thing. I am more into peeing and bladder strength and capacity, but I will try to answer your survey as best I can.
Again, please pardon the caps lock, but I want to make sure that my answers are set apart from the questions.
1. How often do you get constipated?
HARDLY EVER. I CAN ONLY REMEMBER 3 OCASSIONS.
2. What was the longest time you were ever constipated for?
IT WAS ABOUT A DAY.
3. After just being constipated, and it finally comes out, how do you
IT FELT QUITE GOOD, BECAUSE THERE WAS A HUGE LOAD.
4. Do you fart when you poop?
YES. ALL THE TIME.
5. Do you take as long as neccessary to poop, or do you go fast and try to be done quickly?
I ALLWAYS TAKE MY TIME TO MAKE SURE THAT I AM COMPLETELY EMPTY WHEN IT COMES TO BOTH POOPING AND PEEING.
6. Do you have to catch your breath after pooping?
NO. I AM IN EXCELENT PHYSICAL SHAPE AND HEALTH, AND I USUALY FEEL ENERGISED AFTER A GOOD DUMP OR PISS.
7. How often do you get diarrhea?
AT A GUESS I WOULD SAY ONCE OR TWICE A YEAR.
8. Do you enjoy pooping?
NOT AS MUCH AS I ENJOY PEEING BUT YES. I DON'T PAY AS MUCH ATTENTION TO POOPING AS I DO TO PEEING, THOUGH.
9. Explain how you sit when you poop? where your underwear is, pants, how you sit, etc.?
PEEING OR POOPING, I SIT WITH MY LEGS APART EXCEPT FOR MY ANCLES WHICH IS WHERE MY PANTIES ARE. I LEAN FORWARD, AND BEAR DOWN.
10. Do you find pooping relaxing?
IT CAN BE A TERMENDOUS RELIEF WHEN I HAVE TO POOP REALY BAD, BOT OTHER THEN THAT I DON'T QUITE KNOWHOW TO ANSWER THAT QUESTION.
11. How many times a day do you poop?
USUALY ONLY ONCE.
12. What was the biggest poop?
I DON'T QUITE REMEMBER, BUT I HAVE PUSHED OUT SOME TURDS THAT WERE ABOUT 3 INCHES AROUND AND ALMOST A FOOT LONG.
13. Do you grunt and moan when you push?
ONLY ON THE RARE OCASSIONS THAT I WAS CONSTIPATED. AGAIN, I AM IN SUPERLATIVE PHYSICAL CONDITION SO PUSHING OUT HARD, BIG LOGS IS WRATHER EASY FOR ME.
14. How do you know when you have to take a crap?
I USUALY FEEL AN URGE IN MY RECTUM LIKE MOST ANYONE ELSE. SOME TIMES THAT URGE GETS QUITE INTENSE, BUT USUALY NOT PAINFUL UNLESS I HAVE DIAREAH.
I hope those answers are satisfactory. Now I have a surbey about peeing that I would like the girls here to answer.
1. How often do you pee through out the day?
2. On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being incontenent to 10 being comparable to me in holding and capacity, how would you rate your bladder control?
3. If you were to have a bladder holding contest with your boyfriend (or girlfriend if you are gay, or bisexual like m e)who would win? Did you ever have such a contest? If so, who won?
4. On long road trips, who has to stop most frequently to pee, you or your boyfriend?
5. What is the longest time you ever went without peeing?
6. What is the longest time you peed?
7. On a scale of 1 to 10, (same scale as question 2) how would you rate your bladder control and strength when you were in Grammor School? High School?
9. When you were a child, how did your bladder control compare to other kids your own age, including siblings, cousens, friends and class mates?
10 FINALY, how far can you project your stream, and how does it compare to your boyfriend's?
Hi, I'm new here. Good site!
1, I don't remember
3, not really
4, yes,numerous times when I had diarrhea ( all ages)
5,no, not in the hospital
6,once, when I was 5. A clown appeared out of nowhere
7, Locked out of a batyhroom twice, once peed myself,(6) other time had diarrhea all over the place. ( I was 9 i think)
8, No, but close. That trip we took to Mexico was the worst, the tour bus had to stop every 5 mins for me. ( This trip was when I was 9)
9,no, but spent an hour in the plane WC with the runs (9: got really sick on a trip to Mexico)
10,In mexico, I had diarrhea (again...!) but I really hated that particular toilet, it was so gross, that I pooped myself instead)
11, On purpose... no. In a camp I went to when I was 11, I had a bad case of diarrhea as I was in the lake swimming and I ended up pooping my kid's two-piece. ( ???? was exposed...maybe it got too cold)
12, No, never broke my leg or anything. Always managed to make it in time if I had the flu. Diarrhea : another story
13, Ummm.... that bathing suit.... (#11)
14, no, thank god.
16,the lineup for a particular public toilet in Mexico was rather long, and I pooped myself there. (I was horribly sick)
19, not really
21, hell no!
That's all. BTW, I'm female, 16, slim, brunnette and long hair with a decent face and figure. I have a very sensitive stomach and i get diarrhea a lot. I'll post my Mexican trip stories later, perhaps. Bye!
1. Were you ever as a child given permission by anyone to go in your pants? Yes, my mom gave me permission once when I was about 5. We were at a park that had no bathrooms and she didn't want me peeing outdoors, so she told me to just go in my pants.
2. Have you ever as a child went in your pants on purpose as part of a game? (Truth or Dare, Hold it Contest, Playing as the baby or small child while playing house house, etc.) Yes, my friend and I used to have Hold-It contests pretty frequently and I usually lost.
3. Have you ever as a child went in their pants on accident because you didn't want to stop doing whatever you were doing? Many times. My parents made me come in the house when the street lights came on, but if I went in to go to the bathroom or anything else within a half hour of when the lights came on I had to stay in, so I would try to hold it until then, but I frequently peed my pants because I just wasn't very good at waiting. I peed my pants like that at least once a week until I was about 8.
4. Have you ever as a child went in your pants either on accident or on purpose while you were sick? Not that I remember.
5. Have you ever as a child went in your pants either on accident or on purpose while in the hospital? No.
6. Have you ever as a child went in your pants out of fear? Not exactly out of fear exclusively, but one time when I was walking home from school in second grade I had to poop pretty badly and got startled by a dog. I was surprised to notice shortly thereafter that I had pooped in my pants.
7. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you were locked in a room with no bathroom or locked out of the bathroom? Yes, we only had one bathroom in our house and I peed my pants several times because one of my parents was in the bathroom when I had to go.
8. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while traveling in a car? Many times. As I said, when I had to go, I had to go NOW, and waiting until we found a rest area or gas station was frequently impossible. My mom carried a change of pants in the car for me until I was in fourth grade and I used them more times than I would like to think about.
9. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while traveling on an airplane? No.
10. Have you ever as a child went in your pants rather than use a public toilet? Yes, if a public toilet smelled bad I would pee in my pants rather than use it. Also, if we were travelling and I saw that the rest area had outhouses instead of real toilets I would pee my pants on purpose before I got to the outhouse.
11. Have you ever as a child pooped in your bathing suit either by accident or on purpose? No.
12. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you were physically unable? (Broken leg, physical handicap, etc.) No.
13. Have you ever as a child gone in your pants because you were unable to get undessed quickly enough? Yes, my mom sent me to kindergarten in coveralls one time and I peed in them because I couldn't get the straps off quickly enough.
14. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you weren't allowed to go? Yes, in first grade the teacher told me to wait until recess (probably 10 or 15 minutes) and I peed my pants before recess started.
15. Have you ever as a child went in your pants in defiance? (Just to be a pain in the butt.) Only once, when I was 6. We were at the grocery store and I had to go, but my mom told me to wait until after we had checked out. I intentionally peed in my pants and made sure that I got it all out so there was a big puddle on the floor while the cashier was ringing up our groceries just to make the point that when I said I had to go, I meant it.
16. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because there were no toilets available or because the toilet was broken? Yes, at the park I mentioned in Number 1, I peed my pants several times. So did most of my friends who would rather not pee behind a tree.
17. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while at the movie theater rather than miss the movie? Yes, during Return of the Jedi (Star Wars). A two-hour movie, a large Coke, and a seven-year-old girl added up to soaked jeans and one very wet theater seat.
18. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you were too tired/lazy to get out of bed? A few times when it was cold in the house I peed my pants rather than walk down the hall to the bathroom.
19. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while on stage performing or any other time while a large crowd was focused on you? No.
20. Have you ever as a child went in your pants in front of your friends during a sleepover or party? I had so many accidents as a child that I'm sure I peed my pants at more than one party, and I distinctly remember that I pooped in them at a friend's sixth birthday party rather than use a strange toilet.
21. Did anyone go in their pants while reading this list because it took them so long to get through all the questions that they couldn't hold it any longer? ;-) LOL!
wetguy: You asking about how people refer to urinating reminds me of this guy back in 7th grade who said, "Teacher, I need to use the facilities." You know what I mean---saying it with this big ol' grin, in a smart-alecky voice.
There're few better ways to irritate a teacher than to speak "properly" in a sarcastic way. I could never help smirking when he said that.
BTW, I tend to use "piss" as a noun. Does anybody else?
Hello all, just thought I'd post to say hi and share something with you all. About 20 minutes ago or so. I was reading this very site when the urge to go had gotten to me. I have had to go for a while, but all this talk of BM's made me have to go (power of suggestion maybe). Anyway, I had a real whopper starting to slide through my rectum, so I got up, went and sat on the throne. Immediately a large poop came out and fell in. It was smooth and rapidly came out. I got up to look, it was about 3/4 in. in diameter and about a foot and a half long and light brown in color. I flushed, grabbed some tp and wiped my bum (I always flush twice, once for the job then again for the paperwork). To my suprise there was almost nothing on the paper and it was almost completely dry. As I sit here posting, my tush feels sooooo much better!! Now thats what I call a first class bowel movement!!!
Until next time....
P.S. I often stick a finger slightly in my ass when wiping to make sure I get most of it on the paper. Does anyone else do this??? Am I weird for doing this??? Just a thought..
women pooper shits for the post man
Hey people I have been in the mood to dump lately .....about ever 2 hours i dump badly ..... not runny actually turds ..... well I like to shit most while reading the toilet stool stories ..... well the first time today I was on my computer sitting in my dump chair that i had especially made so I was on the computer chatting and reading stories when i felt the urge coming and so i was sitting farted really loud and farted some more and I moaned and grunted a few minutes and As I was pushing out a turd my door bell rang i said oh gee's and so i went to the door and it was the post man ..... and i had to sign for a letter so i got up my ass is bare and I trying to push it out while talking to him for about 10 minutes with the door half way open and just my long shirt on ..... and i was bending over a few times and I told him I was very busy and need to get back to what I was doing and he said I have a letter in the truck and so he went and go the letter i was grunting standing! up and so i dropped the paper i had to sign so when i bent over I pushed it out an inch he said are u ok i said no not really I am trying to dump badly he said excuse me I said I am trying to shit and he said u are so i raised my shirt up and i have this dark brown medium turd sticking out of my ass .... so as i bent over to show him I pushed it out inch so it was about 2 and half inches and still not through coming out He said I am leaving now so u can finish i said i am not embarrassed u are here and me trying to shit i dont mind at all is that i am just miserable and need to shit is all ..... it takes me at least hour or 2 to finish I have left and went to work still shitting in my seat i had made in my car that is pan in it ..... that is hard trying to shit and drive well I talking to the post man i push out a 8 inch turd and 4 mediums and 3 small ones and 8 balls and he was with me and hour and half .... watching me shit badly thanks everyone enjoy
My earliest memory was waking up from a nap at school with soiled pants. I remember waiting for someone to bring my a clean pair of pants.
My next bathroom memory was the time I was about 7 or 8. I had to go real bad, and I got the teachers permission, and I went to the bathroom. I got my thing out, but it was positioned the wrong way and I started peeing on myself, finnally I got it aimed at the urinal. I went back to class and acted like nothing happened, but the teacher saw my wet leg, and sent me to the nurses office. I was embarrassed, and I kept on esplaining to everybody that I didn't pee in my pants I peed onn them. The nurse asked me if I needed some dry underwear, and I told her my underwear was dry, because I didn't pee in my underwear.
The next experience I rememmber was walking home from middle school. I was about 12, and I had to go really bad. I was going to go in some tree off to the side of the road, but It started gushing out before I could. This time I really did wet my undewear, pants, socks, and left a wet spot on the pavement.
These are my answers for Emma&Brook's test:
1)Only one time, during an Hold it contest. We were six and took some laxative: the winner was who held the poop more than the other.
We couldn't went to the bathroom even if we lost: I won but, because all my five friends had pooped their pants, they blocked me and I pooped my pants; then we all washed our pants and returned home.
4)Yes,a lot of times, but never on purpouse.
7)Yes: one day, when I was 6, my grandmother went in the bathroom before me and stayed there for so long that I pooped my pants.
11)Yes: in the beach,while I was playing with the sand, I felt the need to poop and started to run, but before I reached the toilets I pooped my suit.
16)Yes: the school's toilets were broken and I tried to hold the pee, but soaked my pants in class.
20)Yes: when I was 9, I went to a party with some friends and, when I felt the need to poop, I held it, but while I was dancing, I couldn't hold it much longer and totally pooped my pants with a wet, liquid shit, which fell on the floor forming a brown puddle.
Since we're all into surveys I'd like to answer Emma and Brooke by saying I never remmember messing my cloth at any time in any way. I did however, pee myself once when I got locked out of my house because my father had changed the locks and forgot to give me a new key.
That said I'd like to ask a question of my own. When you compare being constipated to not being what's different? For me its the lenght and dryness of the poop...but NEVER the calibre. What about others? When you constipated are your poops actually bigger around or are they the same diameter but just harder or longer or both?-- JW
Hi, Iīm a new man here and I just had a nice buddydumping experience on a trip to Thailand.
I was staying at a small guesthouse whith a unisex bathroom in the corridor. The bathroom had three stalls and the third one was a shover,
first two where toilets. A sink was right outside the toiletdoors. The
stallwalls was going all the way to floor but there was a big gap in the
upper end, to the ceiling.
One day I needed to take shit. When I left my room and walked to the bathroom I heard someone walking behind me whith sloppy sandals. In there I took the first stall and before I shut the door the other person
came around the corner. It was one of the German girls that stayed there
She was a longhaired brunette in her early twenties whith a long skirt and that typical hippielook that many backpackers have. Really pretty thu. I noticed that she had a guidebook and a packett of cigaretts in her hand when she past by and gave me a smiley nodd of
recognition.(we had never talked, only seen eatch other around).
Anyway, she took the second stall and we both sat down at the same time.
And there where silence for about 10 seconds. I got to admitt that I was
thrilled about what was obviously going to happen and I didnīt want to
make first move. She did. -Pfffft! a fart that sounded like there was a lot to pass. Then she pissed a short stream while she turned some pages
in the book. After that I heard that familier crackeling sound and 4-5
big logs in a row splashed in to the water, followed by a sigh of relief. A few seconds later I felt a strong, sweet poopsmell coming over
the wall. -She really stunk the entire bathroom up in one push!!!!
It was that kind of smell you can have when you havenīt gone for some
days, you know.. But I didnīt mind. Itīs natural in a shithouse, and besides, -when you know itīs coming out of a nice girls ass, itīs more
arousing than disgusting.
Then I joined in whith some ploping and stinking to. We where sitting
there for at least 10 minutes and it was all kinds of shitsounds allmost
all the time. Mostly from her. I got to say she outploped and outstunk me good. I tried to count all her small plops and I think it was around
30 that was clearly heard.
An english couple came in to brush there teeth, but the woman complained on the shitstench and went away while her man stayed at the sink and did it anyway. My shitpal did mind his presens and made some soft sounds even when he was right outside the door.
When he was gone some kids came running and giggeling and started to
pull the doornobs. She got stressed after that and started to wipe to
early. So, after two papers she stoped, and shat two more plops away, then started to wipe again, a good fivepaper wipe. Then I wiped and came
out just when she was leaving the sink. She gave me short smile and left
whithout a word and I didnīt see her anymore after that.
I was alone in there now, so I just had to check her stall out... It was no disapointment. The bowl was absolutly filled whith small skidmarks and the stunk was beautiful and more concentrated.
The best thing in this true story is that it didnīt seem to be a big
deal for her, sitting next to a man and take nasty dump. I felt some kind of understanding in the situation. We both needed it bad and it was the only place to go, so we just did.
By for now from Busen
Hi, T.S. MICHIGAN. I'd never heard about L.B.J. being scared to use a public retroom after JFK's assassination, but it's easy to understand why. I was referring to the dumping sessions that happened inside the West Wing, in the presidential facilities, as reported by a journalist who covered the White House and had many inside contacts among cabinet members and administration officials. Oh, I forgot to say that, according to what I read, King Louis XIV sometimes invited his guests or advisers to join him in a dump. Wow, what a leveler that would be!
I Would like to ask to those women out there some critical questions (I guess)
1. Have you tried pee standing like us guys?
2. When you're constipated,how would you adjust physically or maybe, mentally?
3. What can you say on porn sites that involves toilet voyeurism?
Thanks a lot and belated happy valentines!
Just joined the internet revolution and discovered this site. Couldn't believe all the sites you can find on the net. But I think this is one of the best so far. Pleased to find out that I'm probably not as wierd as I thought I was, from reading some of the stories here !
Basically, my story is that when I'm in town, and I'm sat somewhere watching the world go by, I'm not like other guys who ogle young girls, and think, "cor, I'd love to do it with her". I think to myself "My God, I'd love to see her sitting on a toilet. I wonder what she looks like sat on the loo ?". I've changed my mind. I am wierd !
I can pin point exactly how this whole fascination started. I was at a friend's house when I was 9 years old. He and I were playing hide and seek in his large garden with his sister who was 7. It was his turn to seek. So for a prank, I actually came into the house and waited in his bedroom, and wondered how long he would spend trying to find me in the garden ! I was able to watch him searching from his window ! After about four or five minutes, he found his sister, and I heard her say "good, I need to go to the toilet". I heard her come racing inside the house and come dashing up the stairs, and then into the bathroom at the side of my friend's room. I then heard rustling of clothing, and a thud of a bottom landing heavily on a toilet seat. What I hadn't heard was any sound of closing doors ! So I took a chance, and peeped out of the bedroom door. The toilet in their bathroom was situated behind a wall, so I couldn't get a full view of her on the toilet. What I could ! see was her knees, with her pants hanging just off them, and her jeans down near her ankles, and her feet dangling just off the floor. Her feet were waving around happily as she had her wee, and boy, it seemed to last an eternity ! Her feet stopped waving just as I heard the last drops of wee, and then there was a long silence, and everything was still ( except for my loudly beating heart !) It was when I heard her make a loud pant that I knew for sure she was having a poo as well. She made just one single plop, and then her head bobbed into view as she reached for the toilet paper. I withdrew back into the bedroom, and with a still racing heart, observed with amusement my friend still searching for me, and by now scratching his head with frustration. The loo flushed, and his sister emerged out again, and whether she heard me sniggering watching my friend I don't know, but she came in and caught me in his bedroom. She asked me if I had been there all the time. I told her I! had, and just to embarress her, I told her that I had heard her poo. She went red, and gave me a slap ! But she agreed not to tell my friend, and I crept outside while he wasn't looking and hid behind a bush, where he found me within half a minute !
Now just a couple of weeks later, I was at my friend's again, but it became time for him to go to his piano lesson. His sister was being awkward about having to go in the car with them, so I offered to stay around while his Mum got back. She said she would be about 20 minutes. Now having agreed to stay, I immediately wished I hadn't agreed, because I was busting for a poo. There was nothing I could do. I had to go, and being too honest I told her I needed a poo and she wasn't to go off while I was in the bathroom. But she followed me up stairs. I asked her what she was doing, and she said she was going to stand and listen to me having a poo. I objected of course. Then she frightened the living daylights out of me when she said it wasn't fair, I'd listened to her poo and she would tell her Mum. So I told her she could listen after all if she wanted, but she said no she was definitely telling her Mum. If needing the poo wasn't urgent before, it was now as I contemplated wh! at would happen to me. Then in desperation, I struck a deal with her, and told her I'd let her watch me on the toilet if she promised not to tell her Mum. I knew straight away I'd saved my skin from the wide eyed expression on her face, but she tried to string it along further. "Ok she said, but on one condition. You have to let me see it coming out of your bum". I agreed, just glad to be off the hook !
It was certainly my turn to go red as I lowered my shorts and pants and sat on the toilet with my legs open while his sister had a good look ! She sort of leant downwards and rested her hands on her knees for a while and then asked if my poo was coming yet. I told her nearly. Then she frowned and said it was no good because my willie was in the way, and she actually took hold of it and lifted it up and out of the way for a better view ! I explained that I would probably start to wee as well and it would go all over her hand. She pulled a face and let go. I then took hold of it myself, and squeezing the skin tight shut over the end of it so that I couldn't wee, or at least so it wouldn't come out, I then proceeded to easily push out in quick succession about four or five turds. I heard her say gosh and comment about me having to have a very big poo. My wee had started but was held back by my foreskin, and the pressure building up began to worry me, so as soon as my last! poo had plopped in the toilet, I told her I would have to drop my willie down to wee. I managed to let go of the end without wetting my hand. She watched for a short while as I jetted away, and then reached down and took hold of it again. She wasn't watching it then, but she looked at me with a quizical expression on her face, and after around 10 seconds or so, she let go of it again and explained that she had just wanted to see if she could feel the wee running through my willie. I asked her if she had, but she shook her head and said she hadn't felt anything at all really. I was finally done, and she watched while I wiped myself. Then just when I was about to flush, she stopped me.
Now it was my turn for a surprise, as she pulled down her shorts and pants and backed up to the toilet, and then with her legs open, she squatted over but didn't sit on the seat and then invited me to kneel down and get a good look underneath her so I could see exactly where her wee came out. But her wee hole was still hidden away inside her flaps, and as the wee emerged, it formed a wide and constantly twisting ribbon of yellow. The last few dribbles actually dripped on the seat, but she wiped those off with some toilet paper. Then she resumed her squat/hover position again. "And now for my poo" she said. I watched as her bum hole moved and stretched and opened and closed as she strained away. She made two panting noises, and then took a very deep breath. I then saw her bottom hole begin to widen and then it seemed to open outwards and I could then see the tip of her poo. It had almost emerged when she gasped loudly, and it all but disappeared back inside her ! Then sh! e took another deep breath and pushed again, and this time her bum hole opened wide and the end of a knobbly poo emerged. It was very peculiar because the end of it seemed to get stuck inside her while the main portion of the poo continued to emerge. It had the effect of bending over and then snapping off to make a faint splat noise. As that first piece broke off, her poo stopped moving, but without any more panting or breathing it started up again, and around three inches or so emerged before it too broke off with a louder splish. Her hole then slowly closed up. Just as it closed, it then dramatically opened and snapped shut again a couple of times as she checked to make sure there were no little bits left behind needing to be chopped off ! A handful of scrunched up paper then wiped around the area, but there really was nothing left behind to wipe off. And she had already wiped her wee dry at the same time as she had wiped away the dribbles on the toilet seat. There was th! en several seconds when nothing happened before she asked "Have you finished looking ?" I know I went red as I said "yes thanks !"
I'm 24 now, and I've never seen another girl go to the toilet.
I watched my friend's sister go a few more times, but never from inside the bathroom, and never from such close proximity again. It was our secret, and I got to see her go by peeping round the partly open door, with her permission. It became quite a ritual as she would begin her wee and then lean forward on the toilet from behind that wall to see if I was looking. I was always greeted with a broad grin when she saw me peep !
I watched her grow with the toilet. By that I mean she was almost 12 years old the very last time I saw her, and the knees and feet you could see from behind the wall grew with her. More knee became visible to the point where I could see all of the material of her underpants resting on top of her legs just above her knee. And her feet went from dingle dangle, to tippy toes on the floor to the balls of her feet, until the big day when she was able to rest her whole foot flat to the floor !
The family moved away just before she was 12. We wrote for a while, and then we gradually lost touch. On the last occasion we were together, we agreed to let each other watch from inside the bathroom. She was braver than me as she stood right in front of me on the toilet despite the people kicking about downstairs ! Me ? Well I got scared and stood near the door way to make a quick escape if necessary when she ascended the throne. It gave me a slightly better angle of view, but still nowhere near a full-on view. And boy, did she plop away on that occasion, a cascade of 20 odd plops at least ! I remember whispering at her that she must have been saving that up for about a week ! She grinned and whispered back "No, 3 days !"
Anyway, right at the end of wiping up, and seeing as she had had a good view of my manhood, she gave me a quick flash of her privates, proudly showing off the small tuft of pubes she was now growing before pulling up her pants for the very last time. She and I had been the most wonderful education for one another. The innocence of it all is something I sorely miss now that I'm adult and no longer innocent.
But the relic of this most happy time in my life is this obssession I suppose you would call it with girls I see pass by me, and without fail I am imagining them entering a bathroom and undressing to use a toilet !
I did get one very interesting feed of my obssession at my local youth club when I was about 15. Anyone from 10 to 19 could go, and there was one night when the door to the ladies toilets had come off its hinges, affording a view of the cubicle area. And with around a one foot gap at the bottom of the partitions, I was extremely content to watch the girls going in and out of the cubicles. I must have watched around a dozen or so go, and observed the foot placements compared with the position of the toilet pedestal. I enjoyed the site of feet turned inwards and feet turned outwards, feet flat, and feet resting on the balls of the foot. I saw feet swept back and resting down either side of the pedestal, and feet so far forward the foot was resting on the heal as though that girl was laid right back on the toilet. She was on it for a good ten minutes, so no doubt she enjoyed a thoroughly relaxing poo !! I saw jeans and underpants pushed down so far you could see their hand! s under the partition, and a view of bare leg above the material after they sat down. I saw jean material sag downwards to rest on top of shoes, so I imagined jeans that were pulled down to below the knee, or perhaps just above it ! And there were occasions where there was no visible movement of the jean leg material at all. I imagined that girl sitting on the toilet with her jeans pulled down just sufficiently to get the job done ! There were two girls wearing skirts that night who I saw go. With one, all I saw was leg, and imagined her sitting there with her panties pulled halfway down her thighs. And the other girl wearing a dress, she shuffled her feet after about 10 seconds of sitting, and her knickers suddenly appeared dropping down around her ankles. I imagined that she was initially sitting with her knickers down well below the knees, and clinging to the back of her calf muscles !
Well that's me and my life's essay. Glad to share this with people of like mind.