shy lurker jane
First of all, let me say I'm sorry for writing that whole long story in one block. I sometimes get carried away and so I just posted real quick without looking at how long it was or using paragraphs. I was looking to see if it got posted just now and was surprised how long of a post it was. Similar to the feeling I often get when looking in the toilet!
Keith D - Thanks for the response. After I wrote that, I thought I'd give my friend a call and ask her about it. We've kept in touch but not as much over the couple years. So I thought I'd see how she is and just kinda bring it up casually. Turns out she felt worse about it than she let on. She's been thinking all these years that I hated her for it, when really it wasn't that big a deal, I got over it. Also, she explained how she was quite like minded to me about being interested in bathroom habits, and explained that it was kind of a new interest for her at that age, so she was really embarrassed when she realized she had gone too far. Also, she's kinda ditzy, (at least she was at that age) and so she didn't really realize I was pooping until it was too late. I told her it was no big deal, and told her about this site. She said she'd check it out, I'm not sure if she'll post, but if she does I told her to post as "jane's friend courtney" and mention the story I told.
Short after-thanksgiving story for everyone. After my family's big thanksgiving day (not exactly dinner, more like a whole day of eating we have every year) I went to a friend's house for a little get together, which meant more food and also drinking. I ended up staying the night, and the next morning I had a pretty big poop waiting to come out. I usually don't poop right after thanksgiving because I only poop once or twice a week, but this year I really ate a lot, plus I think it may have already been a few days. It wasn't urgent, so I thought I'd hold it and go when I got home so I could relax. But I knew I had to pee before I got on the bus to go home.
Well, that place is always a mess, her roommates have cats and dogs and there's stuff lying all over, so there wasn't an easy place to sit and put my shoes on. Then I realized I could try putting my shoes on while I peed. It actually wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. I've got my pants down, I'm trying to hold my thick sweater up so I don't get anything on it, and I'm putting my shoes on the whole time. It was so difficult, I think it actually got my bowels moving, so I just decided to take my crap then and there, since I'm already peeing. While I was letting the crap take course, one of the cats came up to the door and started pawing at me under the door. It kinda scared me for a second because the cats are real quiet, so I didn't hear it coming, I just suddenly saw a paw, followed by a quiet purr. I knew that it couldn't fit itself under the door, but it got it's whole paw under the door, and nearly half it's leg inside, I couldn't believe it. I think those cats are just starved for attention, because they always follow me around when I'm there, and no one else pets them.
Anyway, that split second of fear kinda ejected the end of my big turd out, which actually felt really nice. When I looked, I saw that it was one of those ones that falls all the way down before you can see it, but it felt like a decent sized turd. I hate when that happens, then I can't see how big it really was. I finished tying my shoes, wiped and flushed. By the time I pulled up my pants and washed my hands, that cat had stopped, but was still sitting by the door. When I opened the door, the cat ran away to the other side of the house, as if reacting to the smell. I took a whiff and realized I had left a pretty bad smell, so I turned around and closed the door before leaving so they wouldn't realize it was me.
OK, maybe not so short of a story after all. Oh well. Better than my last post right, right? Except not as good a story, I guess.Rachel
to Camdyn:
Your posting is interesting to me. I'm 14 and now that I'm in high school and going to the bathroom more away from home (I pee twice a day at school and shit when I first arrive each morning), plus I use bathrooms frequently at our city auditorium where I've recently seen Hannah Montana, Stars of American Idol, and others (you'll find I have no trouble spending my babysitting money!) I have found that the more experienced I get, the easier it is for me to go. Like you, I use to listen to my mom and I would put the toilet paper over the seat before sitting down. I even did it at school! Friends were noting that I had been taught something different than they had, and beginning last year when I was in 8th grade, I started sitting right on the seat and treating all toilets just as if they were the one my sister (she's 17) and I use at home. It has become easier for me to get my pee flow going and I also save time and paper. Now perhaps three or four other users will have paper to wipe with that I would previously have put over the seat. By the time we reach high school age, I just don't know any friends who still have the hang-up of putting paper on the seat before sitting down. If there's pee on the seat, and a lot of it, I will wipe it off but otherwise I just sit down and I'm able to get my pee to come faster and I get done sooner. Your parents were probably sincere and well intended in what they taught you about not sitting directly on the seat, but by the time most of us get into middle or high school we can figure it out for ourselves and the scare tactics just don't work any more. My older sister was the first to correct me and say that parents, although they think they are right, can be wrong. I remember when I visited my grandma in California four years ago. She TOOK me in and PUT paper on the seat for me. She's 78 and still believes we can get STDs (she had another term for it--but I forget what it was) from toilet seats! LOL.Stevie
To Sally,
I have been having accidents both genuine and intentional for several years. You knew you peed and pooped your pants, they knew you peed and pooped your pants. The one time I lost control standing in line, I got away from everyone before they could see or hear what was happening. I can't believe you stood there and waited to cash out.DTF
Hello, ladies and gentlemen.
Been lurking here for a while, but now I've just got to write about one of the most awesome experiences I've ever had! It happened to me at work recently. I was in the only bathroom we have there, just washing my hands from getting dirty while handling some stuff. I had left the door unlocked and quite wide open, since I was just in there to clean up.
All of a sudden I see how a female co-worker of mine appears in the door. "Oh, I'm sorry", she said, "I had no idea someone was in here."
I told her it was okay, and that I was just about to leave so she'd be able to get some privacy. To my big surprise, she said: "That's okay, no need to rush. As a matter of fact, you could stay and keep me company if you wish", and smiled shyly.
I did not hesitate to accept her amazing offer. Why she would suggest this I have no idea, since we're not very close, nor do we usually talk to each other a lot. But she came in, locked the door and headed for the toilet. She dropped her pants to just above her knees, preventing me from seeing anything...
She was now sitting there in front of me, leaning forward, looking really beautiful. She said it was probably gonna be a while, so I sat down on the floor, my back to the door. We were doing some small talk, and meanwhile, she was urinating very lowdly. All of a sudden, her stream stopped. Now I heard a crackling sound, and I could see she was straining and pushing. "Here it comes", she said with a grunting voice. Then there was a loud fart, and a ker-schplonk! as her seemingly huge turd hit the water below. "Whew", she said, "that felt sooo good!"
I was speachless by now. I could not believe I was witnessing this gorgeous woman moving her bowels. We kept talking about everything between heaven and earth, while she would strain, grunt and drop some jobbies now and then. It was really smelly in there, but I didn't mind. After a while, she spread her legs a little (still nog enough for me to see anything) and said: "Wow, what a mess! Take a look!"
I was shocked by hearing her say this, but I sure did take a look between her legs. She was right, it was a real mess in the bowl. Large, brown turds, mixed with smaller ones. I jokingly told her I had no idea a woman could produce something like this, and she just laughed and said that there are lots of things us guys don't know about women. She then proceeded to wipe her front and her rear, with me watching. It was really great being there right then.
After that, she stood up, put her pants back on and flushed the toilet. She washed her hands, and then we left the bathroom together. Nowadays, whenever I see her, I think about what happened in there. Fortunately, we still get along really well at work.Al
Great story, Sally! I'm sure many others suffered the same accident you did while shopping. I hope you can share more stories of the times you do this on purpose!Sam
Being on my period, which already means sluggish bowels, plus stuffing my face with food results in a very large, but very satisfying dump after thanksgiving.
I'm back home with family for the holidays, which also means sharing three bathrooms with 8 people. I awoke early Saturday morning with a big urge to poop. I slipped on some comfy slippers to walk to the bathroom. Being 6 in the morning, no one was in there, so I closed the door and proceeded to sit on the toilet.
Sitting on the cold toilet seat, with my pajama bottoms and frilly underwear around my legs, I began my dump with a couple loud, booming farts. It was strange, because I could definitely feel the urge to poop pressing on my butt, but no turds would come out. I decided to read a book while I let out a bunch of varying farts. Some echoed in the bowl, and some were silent.
At last I felt the tip of a thick turd protrude. It slithered out for a bit and broke off with a plop in the water below. I was able to squeeze out another thick turd, this one quite a bit longer. With a long silent fart, another turd got into position and came to rest with the others.
Three more short turds splashed into the toilet, and then a really big turd forced its way out. I knew this one was stretching my ring a bit. It felt so good sitting there enjoying this turd slowly inch out of me - I felt every movement it made. By now, I thought for sure I'd be done, but yet another turd moved into position, only growing to a few inches before plopping into the bowl.
Finally, I felt empty, so I stood up to admire my creations. There was a medium length floater and several turds coiled up at the bend of the toilet. The really big turd was clearly visible on top of the coiled turds at the back of the bowl - It almost broke the waterline. I think my dump incorporated every shade of brown imaginable, from light, sandy brown, to dark, almost like mud brown.
I almost felt sad having to flush away such a noteworthy dump, but I did anyway. I made sure to flush before wiping, just in case. It ended up being a good idea, because the toilet acted like it was going to overflow just sucking down the poop, forget about paper. Needless to say, the clean up job took quite a few wipes. I probably wiped 6 or 7 times and then flushed again.
Saravapeegirl:
How risky! I can't even imagine doing something so crazy as that.
Ray:
I usually have fairly good sized dumps, but when I'm having my period, I can go for 4 or 5 days without pooping. After that, I usually do push out some big logs. I don't tend to grunt much though.just curious
Just wanted to see more laxative experience stories on here. Like what kind did you take, how long did it take to work, etc. For me the last time I took a laxative it was milk of magnesia. the dose calls for 2-4tablespoons to acheive a laxative effect. I took 12 tablespoons followed by several glasses of water, topped that with 2 dulcolax suppositories, and it still wasn't the effect I thought it would be.
Uncle Harry
To: Keith D.
Thanks for the compliment. I have a lot of stories because, at the age of 71, I've been around a long time and much experience has accumulated. It may seem like every woman I meet involves a peeing situation, but that's only because, over a long time span, I've encountered quite a lot of women in many different circumstances.
Forest Preserve Confusing Toilets 2
To continue my last post, I made my two mile hike around the park, ambling along, drinking water, and stopping to admire the scenery. I got back to the starting point about 2 hours later. Of course, by now I had to piss again, badly. This time, I headed for what I now knew to be the men's side. Ahead of me, someone with a unisex sort of haircut and wearing slacks, who I assumed was a man, walked in. However, when I got in, there was an older woman with her pants and undies down to her ankles, bent about half-way back over the toilet with her legs spread wide and hands on her knees for support. Nothing was coming out of her pussy. She had silver-gray hair, both above and below, and appeared to be in her 70s or maybe early 80s. I started to advise her that she was in the wrong place. "Oh! I'm sorry, ma'am... but", I started to say, and I got no further. "Well", she huffed, "You ought to be sorry, young man". Young man? I was 55. Just then, as she continued to lecture me, her urine started to come out of her crack, hissing and spraying a lot, mostly falling noisily into the cesspit, but some spraying on the seat. "What are you doing in here, anyway", she continued her lecture. "This is the women's side. You've got no business bein' in here. You did this on purpose, didn't you. You just wanted to watch a lady makin' her toilet. Come on, admit it. I see you standin' there lookin' between my legs and watchin' the urine comin' outa' my vagina. You got no right to see this". She finally stopped talking and just scowled at me while continuing her piss. I finally told her that it was she, not me, who was in the wrong place, but she didn't believe me. She finally slowed down, made a few last spurts, then stopped, shook the drops off her muff, and pulled up her pants.
In the meantime, I had stepped over to the other toilet, unzipped, and started to take out my dong. "I'm going to pee", I said. "Well I'm going to watch", she said. "I'm going to get even. You're gonna' have to do your business in front of a woman". I took aim and let the pee flow. "I'm lookin', mister. I can see your urine comin' outa' your penis. A woman is watchin' you go to the bathroom. I hope you're gettin' embarrassed". As if I cared, but if it made her feel that she was getting revenge, fine. I finished while she watched, shook it off, and put the hose away. I turned around and walked out, not wanting to deal with her anymore. She was right behind me, still squawking. "I told you I was gonna' watch. I hope you were embarrassed. I got even, didn't I?" "Yeah, lady. You got even", I said, as I got into my car and drove off.
Wyatt
I would like to start by informing all of you that I am presently sitting on the toilet writing this, about to have a bowel movement. I bear down to get the bowel movement started. It only takes a few pushes for me to excrete a soft, long stool.
Camdyn, welcome to the world of toilet seat covers! What may of helped you to relax and urinate is the fact that you realized that you are protecting yourself from germs by sitting on paper instead of the toilet seat itself by using a toilet seat cover.
Lauren, what is your diet like? I am concerned that you do not defacate frequently and wonder what causes your constipation. I can symphatize with you, though, as I know it painful it is to have a bowel movement when you have not had one in so long.
Well, I am going to go wipe. I look forward to reading all of your stories.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Rachel
to Camdyn:
Your posting is interesting to me. I'm 14 and now that I'm in high school and going to the bathroom more away from home (I pee twice a day at school and shit when I first arrive each morning), plus I use bathrooms frequently at our city auditorium where I've recently seen Hannah Montana, Stars of American Idol, and others (you'll find I have no trouble spending my babysitting money!) I have found that the more experienced I get, the easier it is for me to go. Like you, I use to listen to my mom and I would put the toilet paper over the seat before sitting down. I even did it at school! Friends were noting that I had been taught something different than they had, and beginning last year when I was in 8th grade, I started sitting right on the seat and treating all toilets just as if they were the one my sister (she's 17) and I use at home. It has become easier for me to get my pee flow going and I also save time and paper. Now perhaps three or four other users will have paper to wipe with that I would previously have put over the seat. By the time we reach high school age, I just don't know any friends who still have the hang-up of putting paper on the seat before sitting down. If there's pee on the seat, and a lot of it, I will wipe it off but otherwise I just sit down and I'm able to get my pee to come faster and I get done sooner. Your parents were probably sincere and well intended in what they taught you about not sitting directly on the seat, but by the time most of us get into middle or high school we can figure it out for ourselves and the scare tactics just don't work any more. My older sister was the first to correct me and say that parents, although they think they are right, can be wrong. I remember when I visited my grandma in California four years ago. She TOOK me in and PUT paper on the seat for me. She's 78 and still believes we can get STDs (she had another term for it--but I forget what it was) from toilet seats! LOL.
Stevie
To Sally,
I have been having accidents both genuine and intentional for several years. You knew you peed and pooped your pants, they knew you peed and pooped your pants. The one time I lost control standing in line, I got away from everyone before they could see or hear what was happening. I can't believe you stood there and waited to cash out.
DTF
Hello, ladies and gentlemen.
Been lurking here for a while, but now I've just got to write about one of the most awesome experiences I've ever had! It happened to me at work recently. I was in the only bathroom we have there, just washing my hands from getting dirty while handling some stuff. I had left the door unlocked and quite wide open, since I was just in there to clean up.
All of a sudden I see how a female co-worker of mine appears in the door. "Oh, I'm sorry", she said, "I had no idea someone was in here."
I told her it was okay, and that I was just about to leave so she'd be able to get some privacy. To my big surprise, she said: "That's okay, no need to rush. As a matter of fact, you could stay and keep me company if you wish", and smiled shyly.
I did not hesitate to accept her amazing offer. Why she would suggest this I have no idea, since we're not very close, nor do we usually talk to each other a lot. But she came in, locked the door and headed for the toilet. She dropped her pants to just above her knees, preventing me from seeing anything...
She was now sitting there in front of me, leaning forward, looking really beautiful. She said it was probably gonna be a while, so I sat down on the floor, my back to the door. We were doing some small talk, and meanwhile, she was urinating very lowdly. All of a sudden, her stream stopped. Now I heard a crackling sound, and I could see she was straining and pushing. "Here it comes", she said with a grunting voice. Then there was a loud fart, and a ker-schplonk! as her seemingly huge turd hit the water below. "Whew", she said, "that felt sooo good!"
I was speachless by now. I could not believe I was witnessing this gorgeous woman moving her bowels. We kept talking about everything between heaven and earth, while she would strain, grunt and drop some jobbies now and then. It was really smelly in there, but I didn't mind. After a while, she spread her legs a little (still nog enough for me to see anything) and said: "Wow, what a mess! Take a look!"
I was shocked by hearing her say this, but I sure did take a look between her legs. She was right, it was a real mess in the bowl. Large, brown turds, mixed with smaller ones. I jokingly told her I had no idea a woman could produce something like this, and she just laughed and said that there are lots of things us guys don't know about women. She then proceeded to wipe her front and her rear, with me watching. It was really great being there right then.
After that, she stood up, put her pants back on and flushed the toilet. She washed her hands, and then we left the bathroom together. Nowadays, whenever I see her, I think about what happened in there. Fortunately, we still get along really well at work.
Uncle Harry
To: Keith D.
Thanks for the compliment. I have a lot of stories because, at the age of 71, I've been around a long time and much experience has accumulated. It may seem like every woman I meet involves a peeing situation, but that's only because, over a long time span, I've encountered quite a lot of women in many different circumstances.
Forest Preserve Confusing Toilets 2
To continue my last post, I made my two mile hike around the park, ambling along, drinking water, and stopping to admire the scenery. I got back to the starting point about 2 hours later. Of course, by now I had to piss again, badly. This time, I headed for what I now knew to be the men's side. Ahead of me, someone with a unisex sort of haircut and wearing slacks, who I assumed was a man, walked in. However, when I got in, there was an older woman with her pants and undies down to her ankles, bent about half-way back over the toilet with her legs spread wide and hands on her knees for support. Nothing was coming out of her pussy. She had silver-gray hair, both above and below, and appeared to be in her 70s or maybe early 80s. I started to advise her that she was in the wrong place. "Oh! I'm sorry, ma'am... but", I started to say, and I got no further. "Well", she huffed, "You ought to be sorry, young man". Young man? I was 55. Just then, as she continued to lecture me, her urine started to come out of her crack, hissing and spraying a lot, mostly falling noisily into the cesspit, but some spraying on the seat. "What are you doing in here, anyway", she continued her lecture. "This is the women's side. You've got no business bein' in here. You did this on purpose, didn't you. You just wanted to watch a lady makin' her toilet. Come on, admit it. I see you standin' there lookin' between my legs and watchin' the urine comin' outa' my vagina. You got no right to see this". She finally stopped talking and just scowled at me while continuing her piss. I finally told her that it was she, not me, who was in the wrong place, but she didn't believe me. She finally slowed down, made a few last spurts, then stopped, shook the drops off her muff, and pulled up her pants.
In the meantime, I had stepped over to the other toilet, unzipped, and started to take out my dong. "I'm going to pee", I said. "Well I'm going to watch", she said. "I'm going to get even. You're gonna' have to do your business in front of a woman". I took aim and let the pee flow. "I'm lookin', mister. I can see your urine comin' outa' your penis. A woman is watchin' you go to the bathroom. I hope you're gettin' embarrassed". As if I cared, but if it made her feel that she was getting revenge, fine. I finished while she watched, shook it off, and put the hose away. I turned around and walked out, not wanting to deal with her anymore. She was right behind me, still squawking. "I told you I was gonna' watch. I hope you were embarrassed. I got even, didn't I?" "Yeah, lady. You got even", I said, as I got into my car and drove off.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Al
Great story, Sally! I'm sure many others suffered the same accident you did while shopping. I hope you can share more stories of the times you do this on purpose!Wyatt
I would like to start by informing all of you that I am presently sitting on the toilet writing this, about to have a bowel movement. I bear down to get the bowel movement started. It only takes a few pushes for me to excrete a soft, long stool.
Camdyn, welcome to the world of toilet seat covers! What may of helped you to relax and urinate is the fact that you realized that you are protecting yourself from germs by sitting on paper instead of the toilet seat itself by using a toilet seat cover.
Lauren, what is your diet like? I am concerned that you do not defacate frequently and wonder what causes your constipation. I can symphatize with you, though, as I know it painful it is to have a bowel movement when you have not had one in so long.
Well, I am going to go wipe. I look forward to reading all of your stories.oldpoop
Good afternoon--windy here. Earlier I reported on my early morning poop the day after Thanksgiving, but that wasn't the whole story. I had 3 b.m.'s today! The second was about 8 a.m., about two and a half hours after the first, and it consisted of two separate impulses of soft but formed poop, dark brown, coming out in several 3"-4" pieces each time. A large movement, but not as well formed as the first, though still satisfying. The third one came about 2 p.m. in a large store; I found the men's room, sat down, and slowly let the movement take place, pushing only as necessary to continue the flow. Again soft, dark brown, formed pieces dropped at a steady pace to form a decent-sized pile at the bottom of the bowl. I suspect three is all for today.
Let us hear your PTBM (post-Thanksgiving bowel movement) stories! Happy pooping, everyone!
Any one else h
Hey Jeanie how do you know you have a huge bladder? Maybe your kidneys just produce urine slowly?
ave stories about having to sneeze when holding back a pee or poop?Sally
Well, earlier today i was driving to the mall, and thank God i was by myself buying christmas presents. well, after eating, i felt a huge urge to poop, but i usually am easily able to hold in my poop. after 2 hours, and had to go badly, but i was waiting in a long line at victoria's secret, and i couldn't afford to get out. i clenched my cheeks, as i felt it poking out, and i even held my butt. people gave me weird looks, but i didnt care at that point. i took a small step to move up, and thought everything was fine. i let go of my butt, and after 3 minutes, the line moved again, and i stepped forward. as i did so, the poop started coming out, i tried to clench my buttcheeks again, but it was too late, it broke off, and the rest just piled out after it. to make matters worse, i started peeing uncontrollably, which was weird because i hadnt even felt the urge to go! i crossed my legs, but it didnt stop. as if it couldnt get any worse, some lady at the back of the line cried out "what STINKS?!" i paid for the clothing i picked out, while the cashier gave me dirty looks. when it was purchased, i ran out, people staring at me and yelling. when i got home, i looked in the mirror and saw that there was a huge brown-stained bulge in the back, and a big wet spot on the back and front of my tight, light blue shorts. my legs, which were dirty, had dried stains from the pee running down my legs.
sometimes i do this on purpose, wetting and shitting myself, but i swear, this time it was an accident.Camdyn
I'm a 12-year-old girl. At my middle school I have no trouble sitting down and peeing. Even when I have to wait in line to go, as soon as I'm on the toilet I can pee. Sometimes, after school me and my friends will walk by a gas station and stop in for pop. Then sometimes I have to pee and I have no problem doing it. What sucks, however, is when I'm at places like the mall, theater or when I'm at rest stops when traveling with my family. I've been taught to put paper liner over those seats rather than sitting directly down. But for some reason then, I have a hard time going. I need to go and I hurt later on, but I just can't get my pee to come out. Last weekend we were at the airport to pick up my grandma who is visiting us. Here flight was about two hours late. While waiting, I went in to pee. The stall had this box of toilet seat covers on the wall. As an experiment I decided to sit right down without using one. I had a complete pee that started two or three seconds right after I sat down. It felt so good. What causes this? Do others have this problem?Kenny
Back when I was 11 I had a cousin who's house I often visted. Her name was Sarah, at the time of this story she was still 10, about to be 11. We always had fun but sometimes got really board. One time back in the summer we were just relaxing when we decided to end our boardem with a fun game of hide and seek. She hid first, but I soon found her, in a closet. Now it was my turn, I chosse the one spot I thought she would never find me... The bathtub. I was there for about a minute, when Sarah walked in the open door. I stayed absolutely slient, but I was almost posivive she was going to find me. To my surprise, I heard her walk over to the toilet lift the seat, pull down her shorts and sit down. Then almost amediatly she let out a long stream of piss, and a big sigh of relief. I was about to speak up but for some reason I stayed quiet. I thought she was done, but she started to strain and grunt. I heard a crackling sound, followed by a fart and a huge plop. She sighed, and started pushing again. There was more crackling and a couple of more plops. Then she pushed again, and let out some of what sounded like some diheria, and messy liquid spray shit. It really smelled bad. Out of nowhere she yelled out, "Kenny I'm commin to get you!!". Thats when I heard her pull up her pants, flushed and walk out of the room. This was really gross, but what was even worse, was that she didn't wipe after such a messy shit. It was kinda gross. Anyway she walked out of the room and spent about 10 minutes looking for me before giving up. I came out and she asked me where I had been hiding. I told her in the bathtub, and her face turned bright red. Then I started laughing, she looked at me and said "while this is what I think about that" she mooned me and spread her cheeks, to display fresh poop caked up in her butt. the smell was alfull. She tried to play it off, but I knew she was really embarressed.Uncle Harry
To: Angie Ann
Loved your story about having to use the men's room at the gas station. Since you forgot to latch the door, I'm wondering: what would you have done, or how would you have felt, if a man had walked in and seen you peeing? I've been in several situations of that sort, in both directions. Read on.
Forest Preserve Confusing Toilets 1
In northern Illinois, where I live, there are many forest preserves and parks. The toilet facilities vary a lot, depending on which park or preserve and what administrative district operates it. They run from clean, modern, flush toilet facilities to smelly old plywood outhouses with a hole in a board. Some preserves have no toilet facilities, so people pee wherever they can. All this makes for some interesting toileting situations. I have always liked long walks and hiking, and still do, so I often use these areas, and will be writing posts about them. (See my post on page 1607).
One forest preserve, a small one, has just one toilet facility, by the parking lot at the entrance. There's a wide, asphalt, hiking/biking path that loops around the park for about 2 miles and ends up back at the parking lot. The facility faces the path at its beginning. It is a wooden structure with an entrance at each end. There are no clear signs indicating what the building is or which entrance is the men's and women's, except that, above each entrance, there is black, stenciled, standard, "male" or "female" symbol. The problem is, the structure is old and the symbols are faded, making it difficult to be sure which is which, especially in the shade and/or if you're wearing sunglasses. There are no doors on the wide entrances, but the toilets can't be seen from the walk. You go in, and there is a partition on one side. You go past the partition and turn into the toilet area, where there are two, open, pit toilets set at right angles to each other; no stalls. The toilets are actual fixtures, with built-in, non-hinged, seats, but open directly into a cesspit in the ground.
The first time I was at this park, I decided I'd better pee before I started my walk. The entrances were shaded and I was wearing flip sunglasses over my regular glasses. I glanced up and it looked like the right entrance had a men's symbol above it, so I went in. No one was there, so I stepped over to one toilet and took out my dick. Just then, I heard a bicycle pull up, the kickstand go down, and footsteps in the entryway. I assumed it was a guy, but a woman walked in wearing a bicycle helmet and Spandex pants. "Oh, you're a man", she said. "Yeah", I replied sarcastically with my dick hanging out. "How could you tell". She just giggled. "This is the women's side", she said. I explained that the symbol looked like the men's, but she said no, she had been here before and this was the women's, but yes, people do get confused. "I don't mind sharing though", she said, as she went over to other toilet, pulled down her pants, and sat down with her legs spread apart. "Well", she said to me, "are you going to pee or just stand there with your penis hanging out". This brought me back to reality and we both started peeing at the same time. I could see a heavy stream pouring out of her hairy muff and splattering down into the cesspit.
Now another woman, wearing a skirt, came in while we were both peeing. She stopped, appearing to be sizing up the situation. "Is he your boyfriend?", she asked the bicycle lady. "No, just a guy who thought this was the men's side", she replied. By now, I was done peeing and quickly stepped aside, with my cock still hanging out. The bicycle lady had stopped peeing and seemed to be trying to poop. "All yours", I said to the woman, sweeping my hand toward the toilet. She stepped over to it, reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties, letting her skirt fall over her pussy. "You're not going to see anything interesting", she sniffed, as she seated herself. "I'm keeping my skirt over my lap so you won't be able to see my vagina. Now just put away that male thingy of yours and get out". As I was putting away my "thingy", I heard her piss begin to flow and splatter into the cesspit, but of course I couldn't see anything.
Now more footsteps and a guy walks in. "Oh no, not another one", groaned the woman with the skirt, still pissing loudly into the pit. The thoroughly puzzled man didn't seem to know what to make of this: two women on the potties and a guy putting away his dong. We both walked out and re-examined the symbols carefully. It appeared that it was the female symbol, but with much of the skirt flaked off, it sure looked like a guy wearing pants. We went over to the other entrance and carefully examined that one. Black splotches on the side of the pants made this one resemble the female symbol if you looked too quickly. The guy, who hadn't peed yet, went in and quickly came out, as I heard the shriek of a woman's voice. "Can't a guy take a leak anywhere around here?, he exclaimed. Try that tree over there", I suggested, as I started down the path for my walk.Jessica, I just noticed your post on page 1620. It shouldn't be a sad day for you but a very happy day. The fact that you showed sensitivity, compassion toward this other young man is awesome! It's nice for him to know that there is someone who can be a friend. That was good thinking as to how to get him out of class to take care of the situatiion. If you are going to be his friend, be so for who he is not because you pity him for being in a wheelchair. Either way you should be real proud of yourself for showing such a level of sensitivity and maturity. One thing to think about is that you've now gained his trust, don't betray that trust when you're in a situation where he is getting teased by others because of an accident because you're afraid of getting teased as well. (I say this because this is a common thing amongst kids. They'll befriend someone who is not in the "in crowd" and will be fine when they are alone, or everything is going fine, but when they are with others that want to tease that person, they don't have the courage stay by their side, but rather join in with the others to avoid getting teased themselves.) You are AWESOME!!!!!! Be proud of yourself for what you did.
Nikki
Hi everyone, I'm 15 years old.
Does anyone have a younger sibling or young child of your own who has woke you up in the middle of the night wanting you to take them to the bathroom?
My 6 year old sister Gina does it whenever she wakes up and needs to go. We share a room so she doesn't have to go far. I guess she's afraid of the dark or something. She wets the bed a few times a week, so I don't get woke up every night. Depending on my mood and how tired I am, sometimes I help her and sometimes I don't. The problem is that she won't go without me, ever.
The first couple of times she woke me up I got out of bed and helped her. One night I was tired, it was really cold outside, and I was comfortable wrapped up in my blankets so when she called my name I pretended to not hear her. About once every minute she said my name, each time with more urgency. After about 5 minutes she ran over to my bed and shook me, which made it really hard to ignore her. She stood next to my bed shaking me and saying my name for about a minute before running to her own bed. As soon as she got back into her own bed, I heard a hissing and splashing sound. Unfortunately for me, before she was even finished wetting herself she started crying softly, which made me feel guilty. I got out of bed and pretended not to know why she was crying. After she told me about her accident I helped her change into dry clothes and let her get into my bed.
After that if she woke me up and I didn't feel like taking her I just told her to go pee on her bed and then change clothes and get into my bed. Since she wets the bed anyway our parents don't think anything of it. Honestly, I think sometimes she's disappointed when I do get up and take her to the bathroom now, because she likes being allowed to get in bed with me.
I've got more stories I'll write later.A couple days ago I had over an hour to kill between work and a meeting so I went to Walmart. I walked around checking out the merchandise and yes I'm a man so also the booty of the customers. At one point I saw a young couple holding hands as they strolled through the store. They stopped at the electronics department and I was able to get behind the couple to check her booty. Much to my surprise, her booty was both attractive and wet. The "spot" was about the right size and place for a person seated while peeing for only two or three seconds. I wanted very much to ask her to tell of the event.
Chollie
Well, I've had this story inside me for years and years, and now finally I have a place to let it out, so to speak.
I went away to grad school in a big city away from my folks' suburban home, and for a variety of reasons - lack of money, a desire to diet, walking around exploring my new surroundings every free moment, and just being too busy to relax and eat - I found myself on a strict, strict diet. I mean, very little food all day! And the weight did come off! I missed the pizza and beer of my college days, but again my mind was not on food.
After about a month or so of this I came back home to visit, and a friend and I went to the local watering hole for dinner. It was within walking distance of my house. I had my usual (for that place): a cheese steak with fries and a few "adult beverages," which soon became more than just a few. Probably some of those bar-style appetizers as well - chicken wings, mozzarella sticks, etc. I forget what I was drinking back then, but whatever it was I'm sure it had a bit more of an effect on me because I wasn't used to drinking anymore and my stomach had shrunk. So after an evening of eating, drinking and catching up, I walk my friend home and then start back to my house.
After a total of about a mile and a half of walking, I find myself getting really sick, really fast. Well, not sick so much as . . . NEEDING A TOILET! I was pretty drunk, and it was a long time ago, so I don't remember it all that well. But we've all felt it - the sweating, the cramps, the panic that sets in as you realize that you are going to go RIGHT THERE, RIGHT AWAY! I think I just let loose in my pants as I was walking through the park. I couldn't hold it in! Thank goodness it was a relatively secluded area and it was late at night. I remember jumping behind a bush, pulling down my pants and scooping the stinking mess out with my hands as best I could. I kept thinking a cop could come along and stop me, and I wouldn't know what to say!
But I made it the remaining half a mile home somehow without being seen. I don't remember whether I was gagging from the stench, but I wasn't really a big puker and the alcohol must have dulled my senses. I don't remember too much about getting home, but I suppose I stuffed my clothes in the washer and washed up in the kitchen sink (appetizing!) before going up to shower and to bed. I must have looked quite a sight that night, covered in sh*t!
The next morning I woke up feeling quite ill with a hangover, and heard my sister laughing as I came downstairs. (Or maybe she just told me about this later, I can't be sure.) Seems she had seen my sneakers and shoelaces all washed and ON THE CLOTHESLINE and asked my Mom what had happened. Mom said something like "oh my God you don't want to know, your brother sh*t all over the place last night!" Poor Mom must have come down and seen the whole mess, which I didn't do a good enough job of cleaning up! So she did, none too happily I might add. (Can you blame her?) But she forgave me. And I didn't get any on the rug. What a night!dave henry
I was staying at a hotel the other day when the maid was cleaning my room. I was coming back from working out when I had to poo bad. I went in past her and dropped the toilet seat and started firing away. I farted real loud and the poo started gushing out of my butt at a rapid rate. Loud splashes ans sonic boom farts filled the room. I know she heard it but kept cleaning anyway. I also stunk up the whole room, and it didnt help that the room was real small, so the poo was foul. Before she left she got out the air fresher and sprayed the entire room. I wiped my butt and walked out of the bathroom and it still stunk in there even with the freshner. As I walked out of my room, I saw the maid cleaning another room. She just smiled at me and kept cleaning. Either she liked it or had pity for me. Oh well!Curious
I remember a long time ago visiting this website when there were all these stories from women with huge bladders. It was really exciting to read their stories of peeing forever and all the reactions and comments they got.
What happened? All I read here are poop stories now.oldpoop
Good morning--chilly here. Time for the PTBMR--the Post-Thanksgiving Bowel Movement Report (to which I hope you will all contribute). Yesterday was Thanksgiving, and a lovely day in every way. Family was here from out of state. We all know that TFYTF: TODAY'S FEAST YIELDS TOMORROW'S FECES, and, indeed, so it was. Yesterday's feast was excellent: roast turkey, potato casserole, green beans almondine, cranberry salad, fresh baked bread, herb dressing, and pumpkin pie, accompanied by a small glass of white wine. Traditional, delicious. This was about 3 p.m., long after a light breakfast, so I ate well, but did not have seconds on anything, as my appetite is not what it was even ten years ago. Nonetheless, a fine meal. During the evening I pieced a little bit, but no third meal. This morning I got up about 5:30 as usual and soon started farting; then I felt the hard beginning of the movement pushing at my anus, so I went into the bathroom. I put a little Noxzema on the end of a finger, lubricated the area, and stuck it up just far enough to feel the turd, which was right at its exit point. I did not need to push at the beginning; the movement started, pushing my finger back out. I held it at the back edge of my anus so I could feel the poop slide out past it. Then I did push slightly, just enough to keep the movement going. I felt the poop, at first slightly lumpy then mostly smooth, as it descended past my fingertip for several seconds. Then it was out; I looked at my finger and saw that its thin layer of white Noxzema had a fairly dark brown tip to it. I got paper and wiped, getting a thick dark brown stain on it. I continued wiping; three sets of paper, folded and refolded, finishing up with another dab of salve for the final cleansing. Then I got up to survey the results. I knew that the poop had come out in a single continuous length, for I had felt it. I saw a layered spiral of dark brown poop with a long tail heading down into the bend; it was smooth, slightly over an inch thick, with the part heading to the bend having a thin white streak where it had taken the Noxzema from my finger. Using a 4" piece of toilet paper, I did my best to measure how long it was; allowing for folds and overlaps, I still came up with 26 inches! I also noticed a faint reddish tinge to the water; doubtless the final traces of some beets eaten Wednesday night. Truly an excellent and good-feeling movement; I felt satisfied.
Let's hear from all of you about your PTBM! Remember, TFYTF! Happy pooping, everyone!