It sux, I know, but my school starts next week. I'm a good student, but I have to study hard and that means, even as a junior, I have to use my time well. I go to a all girls parochial high school. We are "supervised" very carefully by what some of my friends say is a "mean" faculty and the demands on us are pretty high. What sucked last year was that I got a DF(disciplinary referral)for using my lap top while I was sitting on the toilet! Nothing more involved...I don't smoke, don't do drugs, am respectful to the faculty (largely a bunch of elderly nuns!)but I got written up for using my lap top while I was having my morning BM.It usually takes me about five to ten minutes to get comfortable and ge things going. Sister Nellie came through as she does regularly,peeks between the partition and door, to make sure nobody is "lingering", "smoking" or one of the dozen other "ings" that she rattles off as being "nonproductive". I had my panties down all the way to the floor, my skirt up over me and my lap top out as I was reviewing my history notes. There were 10 stalls, one broken apparently due to abuse, so she was upset with that and the fact that apparently all stalls were taken and some girls were waiting. Nothing was said until after I flushed, came out, washed my hands, and my friend Tish told me that Sister Nellie wanted to see my in her classroom. I went in and she had the referral (with two carbon copies) already written. She referred to my lap top as a "nuisance item" in the bathroom. She said I should either have put it on the bookrack (and that would suck because it could get stolen) or I should have kept it in my classroom (duh! it was before lst hour!), or my locker. I got my laptop last August and made it until October until the write-up. Sister Nellie said the "focus" we should have in the bathroom could get "diverted" if we have "electronic devices" out and that it adds to the amount of time each person is in the stall, forcing lines to get longer, or, perhaps, denying some students the opportunity to use the bathroom before school. My mom, who is a 1967 graduate of this school and who HAD Sister Nellie for class, said she and friends would sometimes review their homework while in the bathroom. Mom agrees that the DF sucked, I served my detention time, but we know that going up against a private school is a no-win situation. I'm driving now so I'll probably swing by McDonald's on my way to school for breakfast and I'll crap there. Otherwise, may be my 8th grade sister won't take so long in the bathroom and I can crap at home. Yeh, right! Like I said, having to crap at school sux!

No Name Student
To Joey's Sister: how did you know that Joey needed a #2? does he have a secret code with you or what? how long does he usually take? I think that is really cruel of your parents to not allow him to go when he needs to and it can be very detrimental to his health and worse if he has an accident because they won't allow him to use the public bathroom.

The other day I had a meeting at school and afterwards my stomach started killing me. I went to the bathroom and sat for fifteen minutes and just couldn't do anything. Then, I went back to the lounge and five minutes later I was doubled over in pain. I went back to the bathroom and had one wave of very soft mushy poop (not liquid diareha but mushy). After that I did feel better. Does this happen to anyone that you have such a bad stomach ache and cannot do anything and then a couple minutes after giving up you have to run back and are able to go?

I have a story from traveling in Europe. I was staying in a youth hostel dorm which had 15 beds. I was in the top bed next to the bathroom. I had an awful cold and was resting on my bed when three middle aged men walked in (well, two walked, one staggered). This guy was sooooooooo drunk. Anyway, he basically fell down on the bed and slept. About a half hour or so later (maybe 10:30 p.m.), he got up and walked toward the window. The bed next to the window had someone sleeping in it (2 people actually--one on the top and one on the bottom). The guy stands there for a minute and I started screaming "Hey, the toilet is over here." but all of a sudden I hear this splattering. The guy was totally taking a piss on the floor next to the bed and I bet part of it got on the bed too. The sleeper never woke up. I freaked out and ran downstairs and told the receptionist who arranged for me to sleep in another room for just that night. She said that had never happened before.

One thing I hate about Europe is that most of the toilets require you to pay something, even in some McDonalds or KFC and even if you are eating there. I think that is crazy! On some street corners in the large cities there were urinals. Basically they were a plastic thing divided into four sections (walls separating the sections, but no back) and a hole going into a storage area for the temporary ones and into the sewer for the permanent ones. I think it is really unfair that the guys get it. The hole is really high up too so that it would be difficult if not impossible for any girl to even attempt to use it. The first time I saw it I had to do a double take. I guess it is better than drunk guys pissing on the street...but what about the girls?

Uncle Harry
To Cool Dumper

I think it's pretty neat about the official permission for members of the opposite sex taking elderly/handicapped people into their bathrooms. I've seen it happen here in the Midwest, but not officially. It's usually a woman pushing an elderly guy in a wheelchair into the men's room, though I once saw a man push an elderly woman into the men's. I've never heard of a guy pushing a woman in the women's. I've never heard of any complaints from the guys.

The only time I have ever had to use a women's bathroom was a few weeks after my prostate ream job. I was told to expect some incontinence for at least several weeks, either leakage (stress incontinence) or a sudden, urgent need to urinate (urge incontinence). I also was supposed to drink a lot of fluid and pee at least every two hours, whether I felt like it or not, to keep my bladder from getting too full. I wore protective underpants just to make sure. By a month later, I had had no leakage for a week and had never had any urge incontinence. One morning I was going out to do some shopping and figured I didn't need by protective undies anymore, so I put on regular briefs. My wife, a nurse, warned me, but I didn't listen. Bad decision! I pissed and pooped before I left.

My shopping took longer than expected and I hadn't peed every two hours like I was supposed to. By afternoon, I was in a two-story department store in a suburban shopping mall, just passing the women's wear, when... Bingo!... my first episode of urge incontinence. I felt like I was going to piss my pants any second. I looked around for a bathroom and spotted the ladies' room, but no men's room. That, of course, was upstairs by the men's wear, and I knew I couldn't make it. The bathroom was in an alcove and not visible from the floor. I stepped into the alcove, hoping that the ladies' was a single-use with a lock on the door. There was no one in the alcove, so I looked inside the bathroom. It was a two-stall bathroom with no lock on the main door. No one was in there at the time. It was summer, and I was wearing shorts, and unisex-looking white sneakers and white socks. I figured if I sat down on the toilet and kept my shorts up to my thighs, and with my non-hairy legs, I could probably pass for female if anyone came in. So in I went.

I got into the stall furthest from the door and just as I started to pull down my pants, in walks a woman and heads for the other stall. I sat down just as she entered her stall. Down came her slacks and panties to her ankles and a "thunk" as she seated herself. I had just started to pee when she started her waterfall, which splashed noisily into the water. I suddenly realized that my pee stream was going forward and hitting the front of the bowl silently. I figured I better make some noise if I was going to appear female, so I pushed my dick downward and started pissing loudly into the water, just a like a woman. We both finished at about the same time, but I knew I had to wait for her to leave before making my escape. Then, from her side, came TP unrolling, wiping movements, pants going up, and the toilet flushing. I couldn't follow in the same way, since I couldn't leave the stall at the same time she did, so I just sat there.

She left the stall and went to the sink to wash her hands. The water went on, then off, and then she didn't leave. I heard brushing sounds like she was doing her hair and containers opening and closing like she was doing her make-up. Just as I thought she was ready to leave, another lady came in and went into stall next to me. I felt trapped. Down came the panties to her ankles, but no slacks. She must have been wearing a skirt or dress. She was mumbling to herself... or was it to the other woman or (gulp) me. Silence... "Whew! I gotta' go". and then two loud turd plops, followed by a long, noisy piss with lots of hissing, accompanied by sighs of relief... "Aaaaah! Whew!" I couldn't make piss noises any more, so I made aa few high-pitched straining noises as if I were trying to poop. I was hoping she wasn't going to start talking to me. My masculine voice would be a dead give-away.

The first lady had left, the second finished up, left the stall and went to the sink. I decided that if a third lady came in, I would just leave quickly while she was in the stall. But no... two women came in together, yakking with each other. Apparently seeing that my stall was occupied, they went to the other stall, where one went in, but didn't close the door, while her friend stood at the open stall, still yakking with each other. Now I was really afraid these two might want me to join in the conversation. Should I just bite the bullet, get out of the stall, and make an apology and an excuse? I decided to give it one more chance. The lady on the pot pissed and hissed loudly, finished up, and switched places with her friend without flushing. The friend pissed loudly, but didn't hiss. Finally they were both done, flushed, washed their hands... AND LEFT. Silence. I was alone again. I quickly pulled up my pants, flushed, and got out of the stall. Just as I was half-way to the door, another woman walked in. Shit! I didn't get home free. She looked at me, slightly startled. I said, "I'm sorry, but I had an emergency. I'm leaving". She replied, "That's ok!. I've been in that situation and have had to use the men's a few times". She walked quickly into a stall and started to pull down her pants before I had even left. Very enlightened lady. I opened the door and got the heck out of there unscathed.

Yesterday, my brother had some of his friends over. On the first night, of course, they played videogames, and I couldn't sleep well because of all the noise they were making. I got up at 8:00, went to the bathroom and peed. Then, I went to have breakfast alone (my parents had gone to the hospital to visit my aunt) and after I had finished, I needed both to take a shit and pee again. I went upstairs and saw that my brother's room was still closed, so I thought that they were still sleeping. I went to the bathroom and found one of my brother's friends, Leo, trying to open the door to the toilet. He was squirming around. I went for the key and opened the door, and he ran straight in. I heard him lift the toilet seat and pee for almost two minutes. After that, he came out and went downstairs.

I went in, pulled down my pants and began peeing. Then I pushed out a big, soft log which went halfway down the toilet hole. I was interrupted by someone knocking on the door. It was my brother, who had just woken up and was looking for Leo. I told him he had gone downstairs. I let out a smaller log and felt done. I still knew I had a little more, but it wouldn't come out. I wiped and flushed. I then proceeded to shower.

It was a particular cloudy day. Mom and dad came for about an hour at 3:00 and then left again for the hospital. I left my brother and his friends in the house while I went out with my friends, and told them to lock the door if they went out too. My group of friends consisted of three boys (with me included) and two girls. I had a crush on Liz, one of the girls, but I had never told her until last year, but we decided to stay as friends, as we didn't think it would work out. We went to the movies and apparently we drank too much soda, and she was doing a fidgeting a little . When the movie was over, she ran to the restrooms, followed by Megan, the other girl. The rest of us went to the men's room to pee. As I was washing my hands, I got a phone call from my brother, saying that the lights had gone out.

I went home after a little while and when I got there, it was getting dark. The walk made me need to shit again, so I went in. I saw a note that said that they had gone out to some store, and would get back in a few minutes. It was dark, although I could still see. I went to the basement feeling like I was in some kind of Halloween movie, to try and get some candles, and go to the bathroom too, as there is another bathroom in the basement. I found a candle and lit it, and then went to the bathroom door until I heard something: breathing. I almost crapped my pants there and then, until I heard a wet fart. I opened the door and found Leo shitting, with his pants just far enough down to go that I initially thought he was shitting his pants. Now, Leo also looked surprised, but was glad it was me and not someone else. Now, he has green eyes, but when I saw him pushing his load out, those green eyes suddenly darkened, which kind of creeped me out. I asked him if he was okay, and he just nodded. He finished shitting and wiped his ass, and was about to go upstairs when I told him I needed him to hold the candle. I then proceeded to shit a long, hard log that looked like a carrot; it was easy to pass it though. I wiped only once (I didn't want him looking at me wiping).

He told me the he and John (another one of them) stayed behind in case I came home, and that John was upstairs trying to find a flashlight. About an hour passed until the lights came back, and by now the boys had come and so did my parents.


Yes, I only feel the urge only once 3 to 4 days.
And I often feel like I have to go badly, but if I sit down, it still takes a long time to budge, but normally I don't leave until I have produced something..
It's not that I don't feel empty afterwards or so.. The relieve I get out of it is still good.

I decided to start a healthier lifestyle. I eat fine, but not quite enough fruit and not enough water, so I've decided to make some changes.

This morning I went for a run, and I've been drinking lots and lots of water. I've also incorporated more vegetables and fruit, etc into my diet.

After my run on the elementary school track, I walked it off then went to the park for a while. I felt the urge to poop so I finally tried to relax and poop my pants, since I knew it was early in the morning and I had a long sweater on. No one would notice.

I couldn't do it :( I should take some stool softeners and try it again in a couple days when I know the load will be big.

Will let you know how that goes. It should be easier this time :) And plus since I know I am going to take a shower anyway after my run it won't matter. The panties are going to go in the laundry anyway. LOL :)

There is something bothering me. Why is it that guys have such a problem with girls talking about shit? Or anything related to the bathroom? I was talking on MSN the other night and all I said to my male friend was "BRB, g2g to the bathroom" and he was like "Ewwww too much info!" >_< What's the problem? I didn't say "HEY, I gotta take a huge dump!" Even if I did...why should he feel uncomfortable about me saying so? I know I shit and pee and why do some guys think that it's okay for guys to brag about their dumps or say they have to go to the bathroom but get grossed out if a girl says she has to go?

Are we in second grade again? What's the problem? Why should I have to act all shy around my male friends? I go to the bathroom just like do we all. Do they think what gets eaten just disappears once it hits our stomach? No. We poop and pee and fart, just like them.

It really bothers me. And being told "Ewww, don't talk about that" really p*sses me off. Talk about sexist. We're not in the 19th century anymore. Welcome to 2007. Girls poop just like you, guys! Like it or lump it.

Ugh...and then the farting myths. "Girls don't poop or fart". Reason why some of us are so shy about farting is because we get disgusted looks if we do! The "girls don't poop/fart" is BS. Everyone does. It's 2007 now boys, it's okay to grow up! Open your eyes. Girls and guys have the same body functions.

Same thing with prissy girls who stand there and laugh when someone is taking a dump. Your shit stinks too, so don't be so holier-than-thou about it.

Sorry, just had to rant. This has been bothering me for quite a while. When will people realize that you shouldn't have to be so embarrassed about your bodily functions? And when will those guys and society realize they're putting a huge burden on females to be perfect and not fart, etc. Instead all we get are hassles for farting, or stomach cramps from not doing it. Ugh.

Happy pooping!


P.S. Will let you know how the panty-pooping experience works out. :D

This is a story from my high school days...

Near the end of lunch hour, I went to the bathroom for a short pee. I sat down and began, but before long, I heard the door open and the head cheerleader walked in and took the stall next to me.

I heard the rustle of toilet paper, it seemed she was covering the seat before sitting down. As time passed, my stream died down, but I stayed quiet listening to what was going on in the next stall.

There was a soft moan and then a plop, followed by a wet fart and two more small plops. I again heard the toilet paper rustling as she wiped and left without flushing.

I'd admired her for years, wondering if she was even human - she just seemed too perfect. At last, I had my answer. She was probably too ashamed to flush.

Without the telltale flushing of the toilet, she could pretend she was adjusting her makeup or something of the sort to keep up the "perfect" appearance, but I knew the truth.

MD Dan: Whoa! I need to get out more, I guess. That sounds like an awesome experience.

Sandie: I've had it happen before. It may be a combination of humidity plus the way you sit on the toilet. I'm not going to ask a whole bunch of questions about just how you do that, because you might be uncomfortable with that, but if you're talking about it with your friends, you could ask them.

Anonymous: I said "public schools" not "public places," just a note, and I also qualified it by saying "as far as I know."

Uncle Harry: Wow. I don't want to keep going on and on about this, but I've had experiences when I definitely felt put off about using a restroom that women were using, and I know some people have psychological conditions that make it difficult even to go in front of people of their own gender. I've been through that myself. So I'd have to say that what that manager did was wrong. It wasn't really "listening politely" if she just flat-out ignored it.

What people don't seem to recognize is that if Person A is okay with going into the opposite sex's restroom and being seen, it doesn't mean that Person B, C, D, E, and F of the opposite sex should be alright with it too. What if the situation was reversed?

I remember being teased once in high school when I used the restroom to take a dump, and I also remember the great lengths a bunch of my friends went to to mask the sound of the girl in our group taking a whiz in the bathroom right next door (we were all in a hotel room). Obviously, some people aren't comfortable with being as open as others, so should we just demand that they give in and grin and bear it? Then why can't the other side demand that the ladies grin and bear it (having to wait in line)? It seems lopsided. Obviously there's a difference if you're accompanying someone who needs help to the toilets, but otherwise...

*gets off soapbox*

Danice: Raisin bran/broccoli/FiberCon work wonders. Usually, green leafy vegetables and various cereals with bran are the high fiber sources, which help get things moving swiftly and naturally. Glad to see that everything worked itself out in the end though.

Baby: Advice for you can't really be given just yet. Do you want to be able to take a dump with your b/f around? Do you want to be okay with passing gas around him? You'll have to clarify. It doesn't seem like you want to alter these things, just venting, which is cool too. I just didn't want to say "Well, try going with your eyes closed and pretend he's not there" if that's not your position.

Sorry about the long post; I guess I had a lot to say tonight.

Holly I. M.

Holly here with a parenting question
My mother was always strick with us, she never let us hold ourselves if we had to go, or run to the bathroom, she alawys told us to be dignified, or in my or my sisters case, lady-like.
We got alot of scolding for leaving the door open, not flushing ect.
somehow, whether or not it was related my sister developed a HUGE bladder, if we went on a plane she NEVER got up to use the toilet, one time to prove a point she drank 2 gallons of water [EXACTLY 2 gallons] before we left, survived the 7 hour flight without peeing or acting uncomfortable, and olny peed 2 hours after landing, when we got to the hotel.
Anyway, that's not the point, the point is my mother was always strick about my brother when he was peeing, when he was young he would pull his pants down to his ankles to pee, and my mom would hit the roof, she also insisted when me or my sister use the toilet, 1 or 2, that we sat with our legs closed.

I'm wondering what of this i should teach my kids, i let them run to the toilet and/or hold themselves but i'm really not sure about the rest
Any advice?



I don't know anyone in particular... but I worked in an office for a time and some of the ladies reported that an unknown female colleague was doing that. They would come into the bathroom, open up the cubicle and be surprised to see that someone had left a large load in the toilet with no signs of using any toilet paper.
If I remember correctly, one of them was using the toilet at the time when the 'phantom' sat in another cubicle (it wasn't one right next to her, so she never got a chance to see the shoes the 'phantom' was wearing.) After a few seconds, the mystery lady took a loud poop, pulled her panties and other garments back on, then left the bathroom - without flushing or washing her hands.

As for me, I must admit that on very rare occasions, I haven't wiped or washed my hands. (I always flush though...) But I don't like to do it these days. That's because I have found that my haemorrhoids flare up eventually... and that means up to a week of bowel movement torture and gobs of Preparation-H & Anusol.

Some people would rather die than wet their pants - literally. And I think this is something to think about. On one hand, a lot of people here love it. But on the other hand, there are people who would consider a pair of wet pants to be a life changing event.

I don't know if any of you guys are into watching the news at all. Anyway, they just let Jack Kevorkian out of jail, and the family of one Karen Allerellie/Shoftall is really upset, they're all upset that he's getting out. It seems that this woman, at the age of 30, was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. A horrible, yet usually manageable disease, the most common of the 'rare diseases'. While Karen did not use a wheelchair or even a cane most of the time, she did suffer some of the symptoms of MS, including bladder spasms, and feared that worse was yet to come. One day at work she accidentally wet herself at a meeting, went back to her office, and sent a fax to Dr. Jack Kevorkian. Within a week she was dead, euthanized by the good Doctor Death. And the jury let him off, that time. Because a lot of people thought Dr. Death was a hero. I don't think he was a hero though.

Something to think about, next time you wet your pants. There are people who'd die. Literally.

I have recently been desperate to pee a lot. The most recent time was just yesterday, when I was talking to my Friend Ashley (who's Bi, like myself, and one of my best friends) on the phone. When she first called, I felt that small twinge in my bladder that said it was getting full and to pee soon. I shrugged it off and talked to her, and we were flipping channels on tv (we get the same channels and were looking for something to watch) when I flipped onto a fishing show. It had been about an hour since we had started talking, and my need had disappeared for a while. When I saw the water, it came rushing back. Thankfully, I was home alone, so I shoved my hand in my crotch and groaned. Ashley asked what was wrong and I said I had to pee really bad. She laughed and told me to hold on.
I did, and we talked for 2 more hours, all the time my hand was in my crotch and I had my legs crossed. We were back to flipping channels and she said to turn to the food channel, well aware of my bursting bladder. I turned it on and someone was washing food with a sink faucet* on full blast. I moaned loudly and squirmed, while she laughed, now announcing that she had to pee also. She put me on hold while she ran off to pee, leaving me there on a phone with a cord (so no way of peeing while talking, since the phone was in the living room with the bathroom too far for the cord) and an extremely strong urge to pee. She came back soon and we continued talking. After about 30 minutes it was unbearable and I was completely distracted from our converation by my throbbing abdomen. I exclaimed loudly to her that if I didn't go soon I was going to wet my jeans. She laughed and started making water sounds and running her kitchen sink. I kept on groaning and squirming, now jumping up and down in my living room with my hand in my crotch, attempting to keep the hole plugged.
I moaned and asked her to stop, and well, she didn't. It was then that I saw my sister's water cup from earlier. There was still about an ich of water in it so I chugged it quickly and un-did my jeans. She was still making the sounds and I felt a squirt leak into my panties. I struggled while holding the phone and squeezing my bladder muscles shut, and it was hard to position the cup the right way. I told Ashley that I was leaking and she ran the water harder, making me squirm desperately. I pulled my panties aside, noticing a small wet spot in the crotch, and as soon as I had the cup right, it gushed out of me. I filled the cup while Ashley kept making the noises. I told her I was peeing and she asked if it was in my jeans. I said no and finished up, pulling back up my jeans and setting the cup down, careful not to spill.
After my little pee-episode, my bladder had weakened and Ashley and I continued talking about times when we really had to pee and couldn't, and soon after I had to pee again. I got desperate again, and she finally said her dad was coming home and had to go. I left her with the knowledge that once more I was bursting and she only laughed, ran some water, and hung up.
Friends can be so much fun (since I love the desperate feeling) and so evil all at the same time. I love Ash, and thanked her the next day for the experience*, and we laughed about it.

Cute & Shy
Hi everyone.

To A.W:
Hey friend! I missed you! And it's great to hear from you again. How have you been? I've been busy with a lot of things, but now, I should be an active poster for a little while. Soooo . . . do you have any of those little pee tales for me that you used to post? Lol

To Anonymous girl:
Of course it's mean to pee in someone else's yard. If someone marked their territory on YOUR territory, you wouldn't like it, would you? LOL

To Uncle Harry:
Hi hon, I know it's a little late, but I'm just stopping by to take your survey from the previous page. :)

1. What is your gender?
2. What is your age?
3 How would you describe your body?
-5'4," (5'6" in heels) 130LBS. Nice build.
4. How often do you pee?
-Like 2-3 times a day.
5. How long does it take you to get started?
-Like soon as I sit down . . .
6. How long does it take you to finish?
-Like, on average, I'd say like 20-30 seconds.
7. Do you pee steadily or in spurts?
8. Do you pee straight down, arcing forward, or spray?
-Straight down
9. Do you ever pee standing up?
-Hell no!
10. Do you sit with your legs together or apart?
10. Do you make hissing sounds when you pee?
-Sometimes, mostly during an emergency.
11. When you pee outdoors, what position do you take?
10. Do you enjoy watching others pee?
Same gender?
Opposite gender?
-Not anymore, but it used to be funny. Like, I remember in elementary, whenever we lined up for a bathroom break, we had to stand against the wall, and if we were lucky enough to stand near the boys' bathroom, you could see in there. You can the urinal users pee, then shake their dicks. It was so funny!
11. Do you let others watch you pee? -Sometimes
Same gender?
-My sisters, my mama, and my grandmama.
Opposite gender?
-My baby brother

Back on topic. I have a question that I've been dying to ask here. Like, for the dudes with the big dicks, do you like, keep your dick inside the toilet bowl whenever you shit, do you hold it, or keep it out of the bowl? Because it seems disgusting to leave it in there. lol

1 What is your gender? Girl

2 What is your age? 17

3 How would you describe your body? skinny, kinda tall

4 How often do you poop? more than 5 times per day

5 How long does it take you to get started, after sitting down? I'm usually started even before I sit down

6 How long takes the complete pooping session?between 30 min and 2 hours
7 do you enjoy watching others poop? Yes

8 How much time took your longest toilet session you can remember? 4 hours, It just kept comming

9 Does your poop comes out in one wave, or do you have to pause between the turds? I have at least 7 seperate waves

10 How many pieces do you produce when pooping? more than 20

11 Do you fart while pooping?Yes

12 Do you shart while pooping? Yes
13 Are these questions annoying? no

Fr. P
Greetings and Salutations from Father P. I just thought I'd stop in and see what's new, and to let you all know that I haven't forgotten about all of you. I also have a quick question for all you parents out there:

About 6 months ago, my parents adopted a sweet little Japanese girl, she's 5 1/2 as of this month, and is just adorable. My parents said they wanted the day off last week on Monday, and were going to take Tuesday, and take a road trip together overnight, and they had a babysitter for that night, but the babysitter wasn't supposed to show up until at least 7PM. So, they suggested I could take her to the city museum. So, we left early in the morning, and after we had been there about 2 1/2 hours, she said she had to go "pee-pee" so I took her into the men's room, and led her into a clean-looking stall, wiped off the seat and let her urinate. My question is: Did I do the right thing in having her use the men's restroom, or should I have taken her into the men's room. I'm pretty sure she isn't old enough to go in a public restroom alone, but I just am wondering if I did the right thing. I was worried that people might get a little suspicious of a priest taking a young girl into a restroom, as we, as priests of God don't exactly have the best reputation, and I just don't want people getting the wrong idea, as I would never abuse anyone in any way, shape or form. To sum things up: Did I do right in taking her into the men's, or should I have taken her into the women's?

I've always been a sucker for polls and surveys, so how about I have a go at this one:

Jessa's Accident Survey
1. When was the last time you wet your pants? Probably about a month ago
2. When was the last time you messed your pants? About a month ago
3. Was there a time when you wet/messed your pants instead of using a public bathroom? Explain. Never
4. Have you ever wet/messed yourself in public? Once, during a morning Mass, that I was called to say at the last minute.
5. Have you ever wet/messed your pants out of conveinence? No
6. Have you ever wet/messed in your pants on purpose? Yes
7. If yes, why did you decide to do it and how often do you do it? See answer 9
8. Do prefer to wet your pants or mess them? N/A
9. Have you ever wet yourself in the rain just because you could?
Once, in high school me and some friends were hanging out at my house, and I said the rain was making me have to pee, and excused myself to the bathroom, but they told me that they dared me to wet myself out in the rain, claiming nobody would notice. So, I was really stupid, and never could resist a dare, so I went outside and absolutely soaked my shorts, but with all the rain, you really couldn't tell that much, but it smelled really bad, and I hated the feeling of having wet pants, and would never wet them on purpose again, but now I do look back and laugh about it, and my friends always bring it up whenever we're talking about the "old days"

God Bless you All

Father P

I would like to know if i have overactive bladder. I need a wee really frequently and if i try to hold on i get these really strong contractions of the bladder like waves which i have to fight in order to stop from weeing. Sometimes i can maintain control but others i actually wee a bit before i get to the toilet.

I'm a 18 year old female
Jessa's Accident Survey
1. When was the last time you wet your pants? this past sunday
2. When was the last time you messed your pants? when i was 17
3. Was there a time when you wet/messed your pants instead of using a public bathroom? Explain. no
4. Have you ever wet/messed yourself in public? yes when i was in the mall. i could not hold it any longer i had to pee really bad.
5. Have you ever wet/messed your pants out of conveinence? yes once on a airplane. it had no bathroom on it.
6. Have you ever wet/messed in your pants on purpose? yes on the plane
7. If yes, why did you decide to do it and how often do you do it? id didnt think i would make it to the airport. and 3 other times
8. Do prefer to wet your pants or mess them? i ould rather wet
9. Have you ever wet yourself in the rain just because you could?yes once
Additional stories?
another time i will tell got to go

Thursday, August 09, 2007

I'm 15 and me and my friends have been out a lot this summer and using public bathrooms--at the beach, the mall, even the stadium, once or twice. I seem to have a unique problem that my friends can't seem to figure out either. When I sit down to poop or pee and I'm done when I go to stand up the seat tends to come up with me for about a second or two and then, thud, it falls down to the bowl. It's like there is some adhesive on my butt, but I know that's not the case. It doesn't happen to my friends. Why me?

MD Dan
This is a story about something that happened to me tonight, just a few hours ago. I was having a party at my house and there were quite a few people invited, including some girls. We were all just hangin out, eating tons of greasy food and drinking plenty of beer. (good combination for bathroom stories, haha) This really gorgeous friend of mine, Jen, was there at the party and she was helping me polish off the cheddarwurst and some of the beer. For those of you that care, she's blonde, about 5'4", very curvy with a fantastic, round ass. I'm 6'0", blond, athletic body. Anyway, about an hour after we ate, I looked over at Jen and she seemed pretty out of it and I asked her if she was okay. She said, "Yeah, I'm fine, I just have to take a MAJOR dump" I laughed and asked her if she knew where the bathroom was. She said no, so I offered to lead her. We made our way to my upstairs bathroom (that's the one we have to crap in because the water pressure on the downstairs one is too low), and I pointed to it and said, "there ya go, knock yourself out!" I dunno if it was the alcohol that was talking or what, but she all of a sudden blurted out, "Hey, do you wanna come watch me?" Of course, I jumped on the opportunity to see a knock-out girl on the toilet. I said sure and she said, "okay, but I get to watch you too." I didn't really care so I agreed to it, and besides, I had to poop pretty bad at that point too. We walked in and she said, "you first." I lowered my shorts and boxers and sat down on the seat, immediately releasing a long wet fart. She smiled at me and said, "beer does that to you too, huh?" I then farted again, a short bubbly one, and out shot 3 logs, about 7 inches each. I grunted a little bit and she started giggling. I gave another push and 3 large balls shot out and hit the water with a *kersploonk kersplonk kersplonk*. I was done so I wiped, pulled up my shorts, let her look at it and flushed. She said, "Okay, this is gonna feel really good." She pulled down her tight pants and blue thong and sat down. She sat for a second and then let out a loooong bubbly fart. It lasted about 8 seconds. She sighed and sat back, relaxed. I heard a loud crackling sound and then 5 little *floops* as she dropped 5 logs into the water. All about 10 inches long. She sighed again and let go a loud wet fart, and some mushy soft-serve stuff started pouring out of her butt. It last for about 10 seconds and ended with a very juicy fart. She said, "OMG! That feels soooo much better. She flushed her logs away (after I took a look at them) and then wiped and flushed again. I was just so amazed by this whole thing. Well, I'm goin to bed now. Night y'all!

I broke me wrist a few weeks ago, and while I was in the emergency room waiting, this teenage girl, maybe fourteen or fifteen came in with her Mom. The waiting area is really small, and there's a unisex bathroom right next to the seats. The door to the bathroom stops about three inches above the floor, which doesn't afford the person inside any sort of privacy if things get noisy.

Anyway, this girl was clutching her stomach and rocking back and forth. Her Mom was rubbing her back. I couldn't help but look at her, she seemed to be in a lot of pain. Suddenly she groaned, got up and rushed into the bathroom. I heard the sound of her pulling her pants down, then the loudest, wettest fart I may have ever heard followed by a series of plops and splashes, which led me to believe the girl was at the hospital because she was suffering from chonic diarrhea.

She was in there for about fifteen minutes, then finally came out, looking pale and drained. She looked like she didn't even care that everyone in the room knew she had just crapped her guts out. I felt so bad for her. She sat down next to her mother and leaned against her for a few minutes, then had to run to the bathroom again. Same thing, explosive diarrhea.

I got called in before she came out. Hopefully they replenished her fluids and gave her something to stop the diarrhea. I've been there and it isn't fun.

thanks andy, but i`m sort of a shy type of guy and it would probably be awkward or embarrassing to watch.(for me or the lady) but i`ll give it some thought. maybe i`ll get the courage to watch next time i witness something like that again.

i don`t really have any stories today but i also like to take a piss outside and i do so quite often, where i come from most guys do. i also pee in bottles quite a lot,

that`s it for now, see ya

hi i`m back again

rachel, why are you so shy about pooping. i used to be a little shy about pooping in public but then after seeing so many others do it i decided to give it a try because i figured if others could do it, then i could too. and when i tryed it i was embarrassed but not as much as i thought i would be, so give it a try, after a while it wont be so embarrassing

CHIKA: I think your brother is absolutely old enough to go in alone. He's 7, so he should be trained well enough to use the bathroom without help. What does he do at school? I'm sure the teacher doesn't take him in the girls bathroom. As for public restrooms, if his friends see him going in the bathroom with mommy, he'll be teased about being "Mommy's boy" for a LONG time.....but instead of YOU asking your parents, get him to ask. When you ask, it sounds like you just don't want to deal with him. If HE asks, it will seem like he wants to be more independent, especially if he throws in something along the lines of feeling like a girly boy by being forced to use the women's restroom.

ANNONYMOUS GIRL: It isn't really "mean" to pee in someone's yard, unless you are doing it out of spite. It is sort of disrespectful. The only time its really ok, IMO, is when its an emergency and there are no other options. If you don't wash a flower pot after peeing in it, I'd imagine that smell will stick to it for quite a while. Yes, I've peed out a window. I was at a party, drunk and had to go. I was upstairs, the bathroom was downstairs, it was just much easier to go out the window.

BABY: I think some ppl are scared to poop around others b/c it smells bad and they are afraid the ppl will make comments on the smell or sounds. Does your b/f poop around you? If he does, most likely he's not going to care if you do it too. He might even enjoy it. Like on that episode of "Third Rock from the Sun" when Dick's g/f farted and he got so excited b/c she'd never done that before and he assumed it meant they;d reached a new level in their relationship b/c she was comfortable enough with him to fart around him without worrying what he'd think. As for worrying about farting in your sleep, I think the more you worry about it, the more likely it is to happen. I never hold anything back, no matter who is around. i had a girlfriend (not the one in my last post) who wasn't shy, but never farted around me. One day, I farted really loud towards her and she replied, "You know what I think about that!?" Then she turned and farted back at me, really loud! At first, I was in shock b/c I'd never had a girl do that before. Then I just couldn't stop laughing and neither could she. I think it bought us closer together....I miss her so much sometimes.....

TO THE PERSON THAT THINKS I'M MEAN BUT DIDN"T LEAVE THEIR NAME: I said in the post that I know I'm mean. I never denied that. And I didn't force her to have an accident or anything. I just wanted her to admit she was human! And show her it wouldn't kill her. And even if I had been nicer, it wouldn't have lasted much longer anyway. There just wasn't anything between us. We are 2 totally different people who were never meant to be stuck together.

NINA-- after that night, Rachel still never mentioned needing to use the bathroom, but she didn't ask me to take her home either. She'd wait til I was busy with something else or really involved in a movie or whatever and sneak away to the bathroom. So, I guess she was less shy, but still not open enough to talk about it.

To the girl who says she has mastered the ability to pee standing but feels she needs to go more. It is my understanding that to truly master this skill, it is necessary to stop the flow abruptly when the stream becomes weak, at which time you are not yet empty. You said the hands and legs remained dry but what about the crotch of your pants/panties? Did you dribble or stop? If you stopped before spotting the pants, then you are right. You still needed to pee.

Uncle Harry
To Missy

Indirectly, I had a similar peeing-in bed-experience. One night I was sleeping snuggled up with my wife, with my hand resting on her pussy. I had this dream that I was dipping my hand in water... washing dishes or something. I woke up and realized my wife was pissing in her sleep. We had to get up in the middle of the night to change the bedding. She said she had been dreaming she needed to pee and couldn't find a place, so she ran into a plumbing fixture store and pissed in one of the toilet models on the floor.

This story is about my third encounter with women using urinals, and the men's bathroom. I had stopped at a fast-food restaurant just off an interstate highway. As I was finishing my lunch, a charter bus pulled in and about 50 women got off. Apparently, it was some sort of women's tour group. They all poured into the restaurant and lined up for the ladies room. I had been here before and knew that there were only 2 stalls in the women's bathroom. (I could see in when someone opened the door). The men's room had 3 urinals and 1 large handicap-accessible stall). I finished my lunch and needed to pee, so I went to the men's room. I walked in and saw two women in the large stall, one sitting on the toilet, the other standing and waiting. There were also 4 women waiting in line for the stall and one guy at a urinal. He just went about his business and paid no heed to the ladies. He left and I stepped up to the center stall just as two more women came in. They looked at the line and then stepped over to the two urinals on each side of me and said, "Do you mind? We've been on that bus for hours and really have to go", one asked in some foreign accent I didn't recognize. I didn't mind, but I was wondering how they were going to accomplish this, since these urinals were definitely not female-friendly. I soon found out. Both of them took from their shoulder bags these transparent plastic devices with a spout at one end and an elongated opening at the other. They dropped their shorts to their knees, pressed the device to their pussies, and peed as well as any man. The flow of urine out of their slits and through the tube could be seen quite clearly. They didn't care at all that I was watching them. In my previous two encounters with women using urinals it was either in a private situation or a funky bar/night club with a unisex community bathroom where this sort of thing might be expected. But in a men's bathroom in a fast-food restaurant on the highway?

I finished my pissing while the girls were still at it when another guy came in. He appeared absolutely shocked and walked out just as I left. He went over to the counter and demanded to talk to the manager. The manager, a woman, came out and listened politely to his complaints. Then she took out a sheet of paper and a marker and wrote "UNISEX" on it. Taking a roll of Scotch tape, she went over to the men's room, taped the sign on the door, and went back to the counter, glaring at the complainer, but saying nothing to him. The women in line applauded and many jumped to the new "unisex" bathroom, which now had it's own long line. Another guy came over and looked at the situation. I asked him what he thought of this and he said "Not much, but I have to piss, and I don't suppose they're using the urinals" and in he went. I thought he might be in for a surprise.

Hey Anonymous girl, animal girl and Missy. I agree with you. There should be more pee stories. I like those too. If you have some more to write, please bring them on! lol.

Jen...if you have more pee stories, please feel free to write them.

This morning (sunday) I sat down on the toilet, and tried to poop for about 45 minutes, and all I produced was gas..

So I dressed, went downstairs, ate breakfast, and went to the toilet again. I sat down and tried again for about an hour!! Still nothing!

Later, in the early afternoon, I decided to take a walk in the hope of getting things moving.
Once in the park, I started to feel the urge again, but very bad this time! So I looked around if no one could see, and went into the bushes.

I pulled my pants down and squatted. I peed for about a 30 secs. and I bended forward, so I could see my anus coming out.
For about 15 minutes, nothing happened, only farting..

My anus came out and went in several times. And then...... Only a small pellet!!! Damn! I sat there, waiting if anything more would come, but it didn't. So I wiped with some tissues, and went back home again.

Before sleeping, finally, I succeeded in pooping out two 20/25 cm turds in about 30 minutes..

Poopig,great story keep them coming. Letting go in you pants is such a total releif.

cool dumper
OK, so where are they taking all the doors off the stalls in the men's cans? Around here {Pacific Northwest USA} it's just the opposite. The very few restrooms that had doorless stalls have been remodeled and doors added. In fact the latest public restroom fashion around here is to create a half-dozen or so small "one-holers", consisting of a toilet, sink with soap and towels or elecric dryer, and maybe a urinal. These are fully enclosed rooms with a standard room type door and locking doorknob. They are usually asexual, meaning either gender can use them since they are designed for single occupancy.

On another subject, the question has been brought up about opposite gender use of a given facility. At the rest stops in my state there are signs on each facility saying "a member of the opposite sex may assist an elderly or disabled person" or words like that (can't remember it exactly). Interesting how customs vary from region to region.

I was returning home from a picnic tonight. I needed to poop and pee rather desperately. I arrived at a gas station to use the washroom.
The washroom was out of service much to my chagrin. There would be no other services for the next 115km. I drove about 20 km and I became so desperate to pee that I had no choice but to pull of on side road and go. I pulled off on a side road. I drove approximately 200 metres down this side road. Unfortunately I had already left a golf ball sized wet spot on my crotch. So because I had on a pair of quick drying cargo shorts, I just squatted down like I was a golfer on a green sizing up my final putt. I must have peed an Ice cream pail full of urine. My underwear and shorts were Soaked completely. I put a car mat down on my car seat and turned on the cars' heat full blast. The shorts were dry within 15 minutes. But I still needed to poop desperately. I managed to hold it in until about 20 minutes from my final destination. I had to wait for a very long slow moving freight train. I felt a small lump escape into the seat of my underwear. So I decided to roll down my windows. It was already past 10:30 P.M. It was dark, and I was not on any main road and didn't anticipate any risk of getting caught. So I Lifted up my butt of my car seat and pooped in my pants. I drove home, got onto my computer and discovered this sight on which to post this experience. Now I am going to change, shower and go to bed.

Monday, August 06, 2007

Hey guys! I hope you take a minute to fill this survey out.

Jessa's Accident Survey
1. When was the last time you wet your pants?
2. When was the last time you messed your pants?
3. Was there a time when you wet/messed your pants instead of using a public bathroom? Explain.
4. Have you ever wet/messed yourself in public?
5. Have you ever wet/messed your pants out of conveinence?
6. Have you ever wet/messed in your pants on purpose?
7. If yes, why did you decide to do it and how often do you do it?
8. Do prefer to wet your pants or mess them?
9. Have you ever wet yourself in the rain just because you could?
Additional stories?

OK never posted here but been reading from this site since about 2000.
Found a good survey but have no idea who wrote it.

1 What is your gender? Im a guy.

2 What is your age? 23

3 How would you describe your body? Average.

4 How often do you poop? Maybe four times in a week.

5 How long does it take you to get started, after sitting down? A few seconds.

6 How long takes the complete pooping session? 5 minutes maybe but i sometimes sit for about 20.

7 do you enjoy watching others poop? Never done that.

8 How much time took your longest toilet session you can remember? Over 30 minutes i had to send my dad to buy more TP.

9 Does your poop comes out in one wave, or do you have to pause between the turds? It all comes out at once.

10 How many pieces do you produce when pooping? Its different form time to time but once i made more then 13 usually just 3 or 4 long ones.

11 Do you fart while pooping? No.

12 Do you shart while pooping? Whats a shart? (if meaning fart then no as i said)

13 Are these questions annoying? No.

I like this site maybe i will post my own story later.

Anonnymous girl
Hi all! Megan, would you please post more stories about you peeing where ur not supposed to? I really enjoy them! And i agree, people should post more pee stories! :)

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