Ben
Once at a college party I was drunk and some guys dared me to eat a whole package of Ex-lax. I ate the whole thing, without even bothering to find out what was in it for me. Anyway, I just went back to drinking, and talking to people at the party. About an hour or so later, I was barely able to stand up, and was talking to this girl I liked. Well, the Ex-lax kicked in, and I didn't want her to know I was going to shit my brains out. So, I just said, whoa, I've got to pee!!! She said, I'll go with you. I rushed to the bathroom and there was a line. I couldn't hold it. As soon as the door opened, I pushed my way in in front of everyone else. The girl who was next said, "Hey!", then she gasped when she saw me yank my pants down and sit on the toilet. I crapped out a gallon of liquidy shit! It was the worst case of the shits I'd ever had, and the door was wide open and a bunch of people were watching me shit my guts out. One of the guys who dared me to eat the Ex-la! x leaned in and laughed so hard he pissed his pants. No one would close the door! It must have been like ten minutes. Every time I thought I was done another wave of diarrhea sprayed out. When I was finally done, I saw there was no TP. I was so mortified, I just pulled up my pants and left. I slowly made my way back to my own dorm with shit all over my ass. By the time I got home I was pretty much sobered up. I took a shower and went to bed. That was the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me. I was ridiculed for weeks. At least the girl I liked still likes me!!!KT
Sundayt I went back to Church for a evening service, when I walked in the door a strong crap smell hit me. I went towards the kitchen area and asked my friends mom who blew up the bathroom in church.She3 started laughing at me. SO i went tinto the kitchen to find some spray like lysol or glade, there was none, Then i went to look for matches to burn and hide the scent.there were none. I went in the pastor s office to find some spray,low and behold there was some generic spray. I got it out amnd sprayed by the bathrooms.It didnt phase the odor one bit. So a few minutes later the usher walked in and I told him about the smell and he died laughing. He went to his car and got some spray. I got the spray and walked to the bathroom area. I first went into the men s. there was no scent or signs someone took a crap in there. SO i sprayed in there and out in the hallway. Then i went to the women s bathroom, i knocked i heard a yes. So i waited til she came out. 10 minutes later she c! ame out acting like nothing happened especially when she blew up the bathroom. So i waited til no woman was around and walked intom the women s bathroom. What a mistake, the scent was all over the church by now, i went in to spray and ook in the toilets. She had left a bunch of skid marks and crap floating in the toilet. I waw like how can a woman drop such a huge bomb in God s house. Needless to say after i flushed the commode and close the lid ans sprayed the scent was gone.The 11th Commandment need to be thou shalt not stank up my house, thou shalt use your own bathroom when u take a crap
Bryian To boot: I never seen that on real world To oops i peed on it: I liked your story..weren't there any showers there? To kristy: Liked your story..you got a cool b/f To Althea: Thats intresting about your niece To Alfreeda: I notice if you eat homemade mac and cheese it makes your poop big To Christine: Loved your story...have you seen your b/f poop before? To STUDENT: Liked your story from childhood..thats cool what you did at that young age To unnamed poster: who pooped and yet your g/f watch on the side of the road..i liked your story To Carmalita: Thats cool about the party you had To nitecruzr: Liked your story To Donnie: Sounds like a cool movie To Daniel: Liked your story To petey: Liked your story To Anthea: Liked your story To Buzzy: Loved your story..sounded like a cool experence..did you go over and check out his load after he left? To Amy: Liked your story To unnamed poster: about being out w/ your b/f liked your story To embarassed: I enjoyed your story To Chellybelly a.k.a~Chelsea: Liked hearing your pooping habits To Gin: Enjoyed your story To Miss Belinda: Liked your story..sounds like a good dump To Tina: Liked your accident story at work...that isn't right you can't go to the bathroom when you gotta go
Potty Pooper
Recently, I was working at a particular store (actually, a pawn shop), and the store manager there frequently had
to bring his three-year-old son to the store at the end of the day because the day care center wouldn't keep him
any later.
As it happens, he's black, but that's neither here nor there. I only mention it for completeness.
Anyway, they had him sitting on a couch (which was there for sale), waiting with his mother. He kept wanting to
get off to go play or something, and is a very headstrong and bullheaded little fellow. He simply will not stay
put no matter *what* they do.
He was wearing the kind of loose-fitting, flyless, elastic-gather type pants on this occasion. I can't recall if
they were knee-length or full-length, though. Probably knee-length.
At one point, he got off the couch and, right there, started trying to pull down his pants, first one side then the
other, getting them down just far enough that side that you could see part of his thigh and groin (but not so far you
could see his dinkie). His mother kept saying, "No, wait, wait," and was maddly scribbling mathematical stuff into
a notebook she had next to (or in?) her textbook.
He kept trying to pull his pants down, saying "Booboo! Booboo!"
She kept saying "Wait, just wait," and pulling his pants back up. Finally, in frustration, she gave up on her
scribbling, stuffed the notebook into the textbook and slapped the textbook closed, saying something like "He's
NEVER gonna let me get this done!"
She then took him to the bathroom, the door of which was located off at one corner of the room. At the same time,
I went over into a little room that was right next to the bathroom and shared a wall with it, so I could hear what
was going on in there,
This was a little room with a big window facing the main room. (Actually, it was a check cashing booth, but then
just on Fridays.) It so happened, after I got in there, I noticed that it looked like she'd left the bathroom
door open, so I probably could have gone and stood somewhere facing towards and into it, but that probably would
have called too much attention to itself. I pretended to be fiddling with some stuff we'd stored in there, like
I was streightening up or something, while I listened through the wall.
At that point, I heard her flush the commode. (I'd tossed some balled-up toilet paper in there shortly before,
which I'd used to dry my hands, there being no paper towels in there. I guess she wanted to clear out the toilet
of any other stuff before she had him do his thing.)
And then it was clear that she had placed him into the toilet, because I could hear her say, "Now, booboo, booboo."
A moment later, she said, "Booboo, come on, booboo!" This went on for not more than a minute or so, and then she
apparently gave up on it and I'd guess pulled him off the toilet, because I heard her give him a couple of fast
swats and he started bawling. She then dragged him back out of the bathroom, with his pants back on, and plopped
him back down on the couch.
I suppose there's two possibilites of what was going on here.
On the one hand, perhaps he'd wanted to *pretend* to do a doodoo, and had intended to squat over the floor there by
the couch and pretend-poop, or do other sorts of poop play. He didn't have to poop at all, and then his mother
figured that out, and that he was wasting her time with poopy-play, when he didn't start to poop on the potty.
On the other hand, maybe he *did* have to poopoo, but by the time she got around to taking him to the toilet, the
need to poop had let up again, and now the poop wasn't quite ready to come out. Perhaps, at that, he hadn't yet
worked out the fact that he could *push* at it and make it come out, that if he "bore down on it" (as someone else
here described it) it would make the need to poop come back into effect again, so he simply sat there and waited
for the need to poop to come back on its own, but his mother gave up on it and plucked him outta there again, having
decided he didn't actually have to go after all.
It gives me this picture, though, of him later going in his pants on the way home, and then his mother saying to
herself, "Okay, I guess he *did* have to go after all! Oops!"
Then again, once placed onto the toilet, maybe he stubbornly *held* it, because he'd wanted to do it *his* way!
(Squatting on the floor, perhaps? Or running around with his pants off?)
As it happens, a coupla days later, he actually went in his pants there while sitting on the couch, because he
didn't tell anyone he had to doodoo. She made him remain that way, with the poop in his clothes, from then
until they went home, to sorta punish him for not telling her he had to go. I also heard her say at one point
that if he did it again, and she had to take off his messy underpants (or if his underpants were *particularly*
messy on that occasion, I'm not sure which), she might then make him go *without* underpants for the whole rest
of the day!
Bryian
To Ash: Loved your story..how old are you and your sis?
To Julie: liked your story..can't wait to hear how it ends
To oldpoop: Liked your stories
To Mysterious Man: liked your story..thats cool what that girl told you
To Traveling Guy: Liked your story
To Michael M: Enjoyed your story...just think if we had that job today we might have a peak at something cool
Yesterday i went out to breakfast and about 3pm i started feeling gassy and a little crampy so i knew it was time to poop. I had a nice 7 inch log then i had softer stuff..i wiped and flushed and something told me i wasn't done. I went back atleast 4 more times to poop it was soft and chunky...i think im ok now..i don't know what it is...any way i gotta run, going to work..bye
Punk Rock Chic
Hey people! i'll start off my name is Carlee and i kept reading the posts on these pages and alot you have dealt with pee accidents and i dont know why but it made me think of an accident i had when i was about 7 or 8 but i was in the cafeteria at my elementary school that will remain nameless! well i was eating my luch and i and sort of an urge to pee but i guess with all the chocolate milk it got to me and i really needed to pee i was like to the poin where i was holding my crotch cause i had to go so bad well i tried to signal one of the luch watchers in the cafeteria but she wuldnt let me go i was really desperate i was like 7 thinking my friends are going to laugh at me .. i like went in my dress my friggin dress people mind you but i stopped enought so it didnt make alot of damage but there still was a noticible spot.. it was like a dark yellow dress but when it's wet you know... so i panicked and ended up blaming it up on the class clown danny by sayin whe no one was looking he spilled milk on me.. it worked and no on thought of it lol i was so relieved.. but since then ive never liked the wench Mrs.Cojer.... Anyways i thought i'd just share ive lost more stroies so just give me a hit if you wanna hear them! LoTs Of LuV.. and RoCk On!!! PRC
Dave form Upstate NY
Hi Buzzy, great buddy dump, would sure like to buddy dump with you.
park visit
My boys and I were at the park the other day. My oldest is 9 and the other is 8. I was sitting on the bench with the other parents while they would play. I was not really watching them closely, I would just catch a glimpse out the corner of my eye as they ran by. My youngest son ran over to me with both hands on his crotch and said "Dad I have to go pee really bad" Then he started going before I could even say anything. The poor boy just stood their with pee running through his fingers and down the front of his shorts. The other parents were staring and I felt so embarased. He started crying and said he was sorry. I hugged him and said it was ok. I took his shirt off and tied it around his waist to cover his accident. He ran back over to play. I even told the boys where the restrooms were but you know how kids get when they are playing. By the time is was ready to go I noticed my oldest boy was walking sorta funny. I looked closely and saw a baseball sized wet sp! ot on his jeans and a bulge on his behind. I told the boys it was time to go and called them over. I took the shirt off the young one and he was just about dry, I put his shirt back on. The oldest was standing behind the other boy sorta back to one side. I told him to come here and he stepped over to me. The first works out of his mouth were "Dad, I think I had an accident" I said "You think you did or you did?" He looked down at his pants and said "I guess I did" He started to sniffle and got watery eyed. I told him to tuen around and I checked his pants, he had a large load of poop in them. It was really firm and hard so it bulged his pants back pretty far, enough to really notice that he had something in his pants. I took him to the rest room and told the youngest to wait by the car. We went in and I helped him dump out his underwear in the toilet, then he finished peeing in the toilet. We washed our hands and went back to the car. I went to the drivers sid! e and unlocked all the doors. The boys hopped in the back, I went over to my young one to check his seat belt and to my surprise he was totally soaked again. I asked "What happened" He said he needed to go again but couldnt because I told him to wait by the car. I told him it was ok. We will change when we get home. I have cloth seats and they were stained today, I have never had them both have accidents in one day like this. They usually never have any except for a little wet spot here and there from not making it to the bathroom in time, usally nothing major. Well I gotta run, Dinner time. I will tell more later.
JB
To Carmalita: Wow, that was some party. It sounds like you and your friends made some pretty awesome poos. I wish I could've been there to see it. Are you planning any more of those in the future?
To Julie: It's too bad to hear about how things turned out last week. I hope things go better for you this week in preparing for the big competition. I'm definitely eager to hear the results next Saturday. Best of luck to you!
To Ash: That was some poo Mel took. I really liked the story.
Well, that's all for now.
Until next time.
-JB
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
Zip
Took a dump yesterday in KMart. This restroom is literally falling apart, the door doesn't latch and the wall of the stall is barely hanging by the screws on the wall. The ones attached to the door are broken. The toilet was filthy, and I took a dump by hovering over the rim and spreading my cheeks. I like the plop when I do that. The door into the restroom opens out into a shopping area and I noticed that anyone standing in the men's clothing area could see in the restroom and see part of the toilet. Since the stall wall was almost falling down, there was about a 6 inch gap that you could see into the stall from the outside. Twice while I was dumping, the door opened and guys used the urinal. If anyone was in the right place at the right time, they would have seen the side of my butt hovering over the toilet, with my jeans at my ankles and grey briefs at my thighs, plopping in some good loads. I kept standing while wiping, folding the paper carefully after the first pass, ! going in for another swipe. I'll have to check that one out again.
At the open stalls facing each other at the park, I was dumping and a little kid came in and kept walking around the restroom, looking confused because there were no doors. He chose the one across from me. He was probably about 8 or so, but I could hear the sound of a large plop as he crapped. It sounded pretty funny to hear a loud plop come from such a litle guy. Another guy came in and literally crapped like for 1 minute, wiped once, and left without washing his hands. Yuck!
About a week ago, I had the best dump ever. I was in a public restroom, of course, and the crap just slid out so easily, it was great. No straining, and the cleanup was minimal. I like to be pretty clean, but the paperwork was minimal. I felt totally cleaned out, and relaxed. Must have someting to do with the fiber I've been eating in my cereal.
Ben
Once at a college party I was drunk and some guys dared me to eat a whole package of Ex-lax. I ate the whole thing, without even bothering to find out what was in it for me. Anyway, I just went back to drinking, and talking to people at the party. About an hour or so later, I was barely able to stand up, and was talking to this girl I liked. Well, the Ex-lax kicked in, and I didn't want her to know I was going to shit my brains out. So, I just said, whoa, I've got to pee!!! She said, I'll go with you. I rushed to the bathroom and there was a line. I couldn't hold it. As soon as the door opened, I pushed my way in in front of everyone else. The girl who was next said, "Hey!", then she gasped when she saw me yank my pants down and sit on the toilet. I crapped out a gallon of liquidy shit! It was the worst case of the shits I'd ever had, and the door was wide open and a bunch of people were watching me shit my guts out. One of the guys who dared me to eat the Ex-la! x leaned in and laughed so hard he pissed his pants. No one would close the door! It must have been like ten minutes. Every time I thought I was done another wave of diarrhea sprayed out. When I was finally done, I saw there was no TP. I was so mortified, I just pulled up my pants and left. I slowly made my way back to my own dorm with shit all over my ass. By the time I got home I was pretty much sobered up. I took a shower and went to bed. That was the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me. I was ridiculed for weeks. At least the girl I liked still likes me!!!PV
Hi all,
Here's an hilarious joke I came across recently -- it's "on topic" and despite it's risque nature I hope the Moderator will let it through:
Two women friends, incredibly drunk and walking home got caught short. They were very near a graveyard and one of them suggested they do their business behind a head stone or something. One of them had nothing to wipe with so she thought she'd take off her panties and use them, then throw them away. Her friend however was wearing a rather expensive underwear set and didn't want to ruin hers but was lucky enough to salvage a large ribbon from a wreath that was on one of the graves and proceeded to wipe herself with that. They then made off for home.
The next day one woman's husband phoned the other husband and said "We'd better keep an eye on our wives you know, mine came home last night without her panties." "That's nothing" said the other "Mine came back with a card stuck between her ass that said 'From all the lads at the fire station. We'll never forget you'."
Cheers,
PV
Hi all,
Here's an hilarious joke I came across recently -- it's "on topic" and despite it's risque nature I hope the Moderator will let it through:
Two women friends, incredibly drunk and walking home got caught short. They were very near a graveyard and one of them suggested they do their business behind a head stone or something. One of them had nothing to wipe with so she thought she'd take off her panties and use them, then throw them away. Her friend however was wearing a rather expensive underwear set and didn't want to ruin hers but was lucky enough to salvage a large ribbon from a wreath that was on one of the graves and proceeded to wipe herself with that. They then made off for home.
The next day one woman's husband phoned the other husband and said "We'd better keep an eye on our wives you know, mine came home last night without her panties." "That's nothing" said the other "Mine came back with a card stuck between her ass that said 'From all the lads at the fire station. We'll never forget you'."
Cheers,
PV
Roberta
Katrina - Problem with the camp story is that I got it sorta 3rd hand. Tara heard it from her friend Emma who got it from Jamie. Actually all 3 of Jamie's cousins were there, the middle one was just 12 and she wasn't so good at distance. You were right, they peed to see who went furthest and the 13-year-old won. 10 came second but 12 and Jamie didn’t really figure, Jamie because he got hard and couldn’t pee and 12 because like my friend Tara it seems her clit and other bits get in the way when she tries to pee standing even if she uses both hands because even if she holds her clit and things out of the way the pee goes every which way. They felt sorry for Jamie so they had another competition to see who had the longest bits when they were stretched out. Jamie won but it was close because 12 would have been the longest except that Jamie got hard again and then he was longer. 13 and 10 had another try, to see if they could pee into a bottle about 4 feet away from them but! they were all laughing too much so they gave up and went swimming topless instead.
When did you first compete with a boy, Katrina and how old were you?
- Roberta
Tim (and Sarah) -
I wondered why there was a problem with your daughter about standing wees. You said she was always jealous about this and it took quite a bit of diplomacy so she did not feel inferior. Why was she jealous when girls can pee standing every bit as well as boys and can pee stronger and further? My aunt taught me how to when I was around 5 so as not to have to sit on soiled seats in public restrooms and I have peed standing ever since. I don't remember being jealous in this area as I quickly found I could always outdo the boys and standing is much easier and quicker. There are many posts on this site explaining how girls can pee standing or is this the tradition thing getting in the way again, that boys stand to pee but girls must sit and it is wrong to teach them how to stand?
I think it is very unfair on a girl and not surprising if they get jealous. From the way you write it seems your wife uses a gadget to pee into a urinal and you say you may teach your daughter in a few years. But the gadget may not fit a very small child so why not teach her to pee the easy way without using a gadget, I would never remember to keep a gadget with me and then there is all the nuisance of having to wash and dry it. I doubt a small child could handle the trouble.
My two cents worth. No offence.
Roberta
Pee Girl (The Original)
Hello to Katrina, Daniel D- Dawg, Bubba and everyone else. I wasn't going to post anymore because I had the feeling my last one on page 1126 brought out the crazies. Katrina, just love to read of your exploits putting out raging campfires, and you are so knowledgeable about physiology. D-Dawg, you're sort of the evil pee-listening little brother I never had. Ha-ha.
While I don't have any campfire stories, I do have a really good tale to tell while I was in Girl Scouts which I managed to stay in until reaching Cadette level. Oh yes I do remember Girl Scouts; founded by Juliette Gordon Low in 1912 and so wholesome an experience they made the late Mr. Rogers look like Ozzy Osboune by comparison. Bad analogy but you get the picture. At thirteen, shortly before I begged my parents to let me leave, our troup went on a Saturday museum field trip. I recall it was an ambitious outing encompassing both the Art Museum with the nearby Natural History Museum. This is a Van Gogh girls, and this is a T-Rex.
In order to make schedule we had to leave rather early and with my bladder being so large, frequently I don't have to pee just after I get up. So I got on the bus with forty other girls from my troup and a couple others, being lead by three mothers volunteering to act as chaperons. I had not peed. Long day. Really long and somewhat boring being force fed culture. The adults probably realized how formidable a job lay ahead the moment we saw a replica of Michelagelo's David and started giggling. (Great bod but something important was very much under represented.) Moving forward, I passed on two pee break opportunities until finally it was time to get back on the bus for the return trip home. My bladder had been sending stronger and stronger signals until I relented on the final pee break and went into the restroom with a dozen or so other girls and two adult chaperons.
Those old museum restrooms just echo every footstep or drop of urine. I sensed I was going to take a rather big pee so out of courtesy I let the first wave of pissers fill the stalls, and went in somewhere in the middle of the group. Once seated however, I started to pee and pee and pee. I've always been an "interval" kind of pisser which means I'll go and go for over a minute, stop, then go and go some more. The entire thing repeats over and over and varying intervals. If I really have to go, then sometimes my bladder spazzes (my description) and I at the end of a really long pee will spurt and spurt-think I'm done but I'm not-and spurt and spurt some more. It can be an extremely timing consuming proccess; I can be on the toilet a long time!
So it was on that occasion. Inside the stall my pee loudly resonated in the water below while outside I could hear the din gradually subside as my fellow Girl Scouts finished their pee, washed up and left for the bus. The next thing I remember was the erie quiet of that place except for my pee splashing into the water. I became a little scared that they were going to leave without me and was about to cut off my pee when one of the chaperons knocked on my stall door. I don't remember what question she asked but what does one say in a situation like that? I have a huge bladder and when I pee it's for a very long time. Having been rudely interrupted it took me about twenty or so seconds for me to initiate my flow, but it eventually built back up to full strength. Thirty seconds or so later there was a full chaperon sensory overload. "I can't believe you have to go that bad!" My flow cut off on that remark, and I had to concentrate to start it up again which sent her into mo! re remarks. "Oh Lord, are you really peeing in there or playing around pouring water?" In disgust I reached up to unlatched the stall door and recognized the heavyset woman as the mother of one of my classmates.
"Do you want me to stop," I innocently asked? Faced with the absurdity of the situation, she put her hand to her face and shook her head in disbelief. "No, no. Everybody will wait for us. Besides I'm really getting curious now how long this pee marathon of yours is going to take." It took a while longer. As we were geting on the bus forty pairs of eyes bored into me. I sat down near the front of the bus. As the driver closed the door and started the engine, the chaperon sat down behind me with another of the chaperons.
"What was the hold-up? Is she starting her period," said the one in low tones.
"No. It wasn't that." In a faint whisper. "She took a pee that just...would...not...end." To my rear an adult my mother's age became giddy like a girl.
"Really!?" Very faint whisper. "How..." Evidently some hand gestures between the women.
"Longer. Longer than that."
"Oh my God."
I've heard that expression a lot over the years.
This ones for you, Bubba.
Audrey
It was interesting to read IAdy-Bug asking for peeing stories. There have not been many times when I have had any experiences, but things are changing now with my "toy Boy," to liven up my life. Recently we went to Bristol for the day and on the drive back home I needed a pee. Mike was driving and he could see me fidgeting, crossing and uncrossing my legs as my need got worse. I had a nice pink two piece suit and underneath a thong. He seemed to enjoy my discomfort even when I asked him to stop. Every now and then he lean across and try to slide a hand up my skirt, every time I managed to stop him. Finally we reached the flat and I dashed from the car holding a hand to my bum, I had started to leak a bit before I got onto the lavatory pan. The relief when I started to pee was unbelievable, at frst I had a fierce burning sensation in my pussy but then I sat and enjoyed peeing. I pulled my thong right down and looked down at the pee gushing from my pussy. Mike came i! nto the bathroom and smiled at me, telling me I looked gorgeous. I pee'd and pee'd and thought that I would never stop. When it was over I reached for paper to dry myself. Mike, off course, stopped me and grabbing the proceeded to wipe me dry. It was a marvellous experience and I will be looking for more peeing experiences. When I get them I'll write about it.
Julie
POOPING COMPETITION WITH CINDY UPDATE
As I said, we've agreed that we'll list the different attributes and award points for them. We'll use the swimming room change rooms - they'll be deserted, and each poop in a potty, and then Cindy's brother will score each poop. Cindy will poo first, and then I will poo an hour later to let the air clear so that he can judge each smell. We've agreed he needs to be in the room while we each poo, but both agree we don't want him to watch - so that's a problem we still need to solve - any suggestions on that one are welcome - he of course thinks watching us each poo will help him judge better, but you can guess why he wants to do that.
The attributes we've agreed so far are, and each will be given marks from 0 to 10:
1. Longest single piece
2. Thickest
3. Heaviest
4. Smelliest
5. Best noises (includes straining, noise the poo makes coming out etc etc)
6. Best facial expressions while pooing
7. Best fart while pooing.
8. Dirtiest bum after pooing
9. Longest time taken from start to finish - just sitting after the poo DEFINITELY doesn't count has to actually be pooing.
10. Most pieces
11. Best colour
12. Best texture (this one had us really giggling wondering how Cindy's brother was going to judge it!!!)
Let us know any others you can think of, AS WELL as how we can over come the problem that Cindy's brother needs to be there, but we really don't want him to watch.
John Q Public
Hi folks. It's been a while since Ilast posted. First of all, I think it was posted by Disgusted Michael, but I don't remember for sure, but Yes, I totaly agree that women in the mens room does contribute to a very uncomfortable situation. In the case of an emergency, it's acceptable, and we should be more patient and understanding, but if she is tying up the mens room simply because she's curious or something like that, then that's another story.
One time when I was at a gas station, I was desperate for a piss. I did not anticipate this happening so I didnt' wear a diaper that day. My bladder is very weak and spastic, so if I wait too long, there will be a wet spot in my pants. Anyway, I was desperate, the spasms were beginning, and lo an behold, the men's room was occupied, as was the women's. I stood there holding my cock when there was nobody looking, but the spassms got worse and worse. I heard the toilet flush, then I heard the usual running of water, and I thought I could hold out, when finaly the door swung open, and this girl, couldn't have been much older then 12, walked out. I ran in, but I didn't make it. My little sphincter gave out before I had a chance to take my fly down. I pushed my pants completely down, but most of it already ended up in my pants. Only a few little weak sprinkles ended up in tha toilet. The lady in the women's room came out just as I came out, and I could hear her titt! ering as I left through the back door. I then heard her call out a girls name, and the same girl who was using the men's room came running.
I was wearing faded blue jeans, so the wet spot was very noticable, and it smelled. I did not want anyone to see me like that, so I snuck out the back door of that little store and back to my car.
Now, I don't understand what motovated that woman to have her daughter use the men's room. Maybe she was extremely desperate, maybe she didn't know, or maybe she was just in a big hurry, but what ever the reason is, I thought it quite unfair, and because of that, I had an accident that could have been alot more embarassing then it actualy was. Luckily that gas station was not very crowded.Roberta
Outdoor Jane -
Loved your post. You say you have no stories to tell but you told a lovely one. All that time going outside since you were 5. There are lotsa ideas for writing on the board. Didn’t you share your fun with anyone else besides your friend and your sister in all those years? The other stories on this site will give you ideas. Like when was the first time you saw a boy go and did you find that exciting? Did you ever pee with a boy and at some time you must have watched a boy?
You can tell more about how you go, like Tynee did. Like do you always squat to pee and have you tried other ways? Did anyone else ever see you pee in the wood? Please write more and don’t think what you write wont be interesting. Even if you really don’t have a story, perhaps tell us what you would like to do and what you would like to happen, who would you like with you, who would you like to see and so on. You can get ideas from other posts, like mine on page 1129 which was about going in the woods. We would love to hear more from you, Jane.
Love
- Roberta
the "HOLD IT" man
Roberta, that was a great story, and I agree. I think it's a very good idea for women to learn to pee while standing up. Katie does it all the time, and with out the use of any special 'equipement.' I don't understand the jealousy aspect, however.
Pat, I don't have too much trouble with road trips or long movies, but if I had that wand you mentioned, I would like to actualy win a bladder hold or peeing contest against my cousen Katie or some of the other women I know. Out of all the times I have competed agaisnt women in 'water sports' contests and the like, the best I ever did was place, and that was only because one of the girls I was competing against had a sudden need to crap.
Just the other evening, I was invited over to my cousens house for a bladder hold, with a slightly different 'twist' to it. The loser had to do two things. The first person to give up and relieve his or her bladder had to 'perform on video tape. Secondly, the loser also had to visit everyone who was at that party, and clean their toilets in the nude. The winner, of course, would be the very first to receive the toilet cleaning service, and it would go in order of first, 2nd, and so on. As luck would have it, I was the only guy there out of a total of 5 people. I have been working on my hold ability, but I knew everyone there except for this one French girl who spoke very little English, but was very excited about the fetish. I knew that I didn't have a prayer of winning, or even placing in the top 3, but this french girl was not very tall, and had a very soft spoken demeanor about her which lead me to believe that I might beat her.
The drink of choice was water, and the time invervals were as usual. One 8-oz glass of water every 15 minutes. When the contest began, everyone emptied out, and the first round of drinks was served. One hour went by, and I was just beginning to feel a little pressure build up in my bladder. I couldn't tell what was going on with the 4 girls. Another half hour went by, and I was starting to get uncomfortable, but was still able to keep from showing signs. The 4 women also showed no signs of discomfort. I paid a little more attention to the French girl, who seemed to be perfectly fine. By the end of the 2nd hour, my discomfort was starting to show, and Katie was asking "What's the matter? Feeling the pressure?" The French girl smiled over in my direction. Still, the others showed no signs of discomfort. As the 3rd hour dragged on, the girls continued to 'yuck it up' in typical party fashion. One of the girls, a Japanese nurse who worked with Katie cracked a ! joke, and the women, including the French girl, laughed uproarusly, showing no sign of desperation or pressure.
I was starting to fidgit around a bit, but I acted like I was having slight back pain instead of it being my bladder. I was very uncomfortable at this point, but I kept on trying. At the end of the third hour, I started getting worried, because now there was no hiding my desperation any more. I was grabbing my cock and walking around the room. The girls knew at this point that it was hopeless for me, but they just kept going about their conversation, talking and laughing, and ocassionaly asking me if I was alright.
About 15 minutes into the 4th hour, I was doubled over in pain, and Katie took up her position at the video camera. 5 minutes later, I was about to wet myself, so I ran over to the flask. Katie started recording. I barely got my pants down on time, as the piss streamed out of me like a raging torrent. It lasted for about a minute worth of continual peeing, then about 10 seconds or so of short squirts. The amount was a dissapointing 950 militers.
1 and a half hours later, the Chinese girl let out a 1400 militre torrent, closely followed (about 10 minutes) by Chelsie, a busty blond neighbor of Katies with a torrent of 1550 militers. At this point it was between Katie and the French Girl. Katie, who is usualy 12 hours of holding or more, didn't last too far into the 8th hour. She let out a torrent of 1850 militers, which is less then what I have seen her do in the past, but she was somewhat weakend by medications she was taking for an inner ear infection. Finaly, 10 hours into the contest, the French girl walked over to the flask. She removed her panties, spred her labia apart with her fingers, and hissed out 2300 militers of clear, watery piss that came out in a wide, jetting torrent that all came out in one long emptying. There was no spurts or squirts.
Boy was I fooled. I will be headed over to her apartment tomorrow to start paying up on my bet.
Katrina
Roberta:
Thanks for relating the camp story to me. I realy enjoyed alot of your posts. The first time I ever competed against a boy was realy more of a joke then anything else. I was about 10 (I think but not too sure) and he was about 12, and getting curious about girls. He was just a kid who lived on our block. Well we were talking about school, the various teachers we didn't like, and the subject of a girl wetting herself came up. The boy said something about boys having stronger bladders or being stronger. I don't remember exactly what he said, but it was more in a 'kidding around' mode then it was to be confrontational. Well we both got curious, so we decided to have a contest as to who could hold the longest and who could hold the greatest amount, so what we did was I asked my mom if we could play with the Garden Hose (It was Summer time and we didn't have a pool, so we use to 'play under the hose' to cool off. I brought out two dixi cups, and we would drink until o! ne of us could not hold out any longer. We didn't have any way to keep time, so every time I would take a drink, he took one and vice versa.
We drank, played, and held our bladders, and I noticed this boy shaning his legs after what could not have even been an hour and a half. I was not even slightly uncomfortable. Well time went on, and the leg shaking and 'pee dancing' got worse and worse until finaly, this boy older boy started to lose control in his baithing suit, so he rushed over to the bucket, and let out a wrather respectable stream for a boy. It probably lasted for about 45 seconds. We used a black crayon to make a 'high water' mark in the bucket where his pee leveled off.
As the day dragged on, he ended up making 3 more trips to that bucket, and would either match or end up below his original water mark. We did not declare the winner as of yet, because we weren't sure how fast or show my kidneys were.
Well 8 hours went by, and I was feeling wrather uncomfortable, but not dancing around or desperate. It was almost supper time, however, and we were both curious how much I had in me, so I pushed my bikini bottom down, sat on the bucket, leaned forward and let rip with a hissy stream that went on for so long that the boy couldn't believe it. As my pee stream approached his 'high water' mark, there was no sign that I was going to stop. I peed continualy as my level rose above his mark, and exceed it by about 3 inches. When all the peeing and squirting was done, we used that seme crayon to make my 'high water' mark. It was a bit difficult because of the foam, which incidently, was also significant in my pee, but almost nonexistant in his. Then we emptied the bucket, placed a tape measure against the inside of the bucket, and from the bottom of the bucked to my "mark" was exactly 3 inches. His was only one inch from the bottom, making my bladder capacity roughly 3 ti! mes what his was. And I was 10, he was 12.
Pee Girl:
That was a great story, and I use to get comments all the time from teachers, chaperones and the like. My mom was allways hollering at me to go to the bathroom, but I never neaded to until I was realy full, then I would take for ever to empty out. My brother, who was normal in bladder capacity, and older, hated that, because he was allways the one asking for a bathroom break when we would go on family car trips. I have a question for you, Pee Girl.
Have you ever paid attention to the amount of foam your pee stream produces? I was curious, because alot of times, when I get done peeing, the toilet looks like it's full of beer, and the head of foam is about 2 inches or more thick, with a hole where my stream hit it. How foamy are your pisses?
Katrina