Ok so a couple days ago (the day after I went to that thrift store) Laura came over and we were in the living room. The kids weren't there, they were at another friend's house. I had just gotten done telling Laura about what happened at the thrift store, and she said she thought it was so cute. Then she said to me "I actually have to pee right now. Do you wanna have a pee together?" Of course I figured she meant have a pee in my car so I said "sure" and then I got up to go to out to the garage. But then Laura said "wait." I said "what?" and then she said "I was actually thinking maybe we could just stay in here and just pee right here in the couch." I didn't know what to say! On one hand the idea didn't really surprise me too much. I know there are several people on this site who like to pee in the couch and also someone even asked me once or twice if I would ever consider letting Kaylee pee in the couch. If you'll remember I said that I might, but probably not until the couch was a little older. Its actually still fairly new. And not only that but its a light brown sandy color so pee would be pretty noticeable if it got in the fabric. And now here was Laura asking me if we could pee in it! I looked at her and she smiled again. Then she giggled and said "I got the idea of doing it a while ago and I thought maybe it would be fun if we did it together. And besides my husband would NEVER let me do it in our couch!" Then she said "But we can just go in your car if you don't want to do it. Its ok. It sure would be fun though." I didn't know what to say. Finally I said "it would be fun wouldn't it." She smiled. Then she said "could we do it then?" I said "well I think we probably could." Laura smiled and giggled. "Yaaay! I'm so glad! Thank you SO much, Megan! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" And so she got up and then she started to undo her jeans. Then I said "we better only do it this one time, ok Laura?" She didn't answer me, she just kept undoing her jeans. Then I said "hey Laura I don't really want the kids to know about this cause then they might want to do it too, ok?" Finally she said "ok." Then she began to pull down her jeans. Then I started to take off the cushions since I figured we'd sit on the fabric underneath and pee there. Then Laura said "oh" and I asked her what was wrong. She said "well I just figured we were gonna pee right into the cushions." I said "well I think the pee would probably stain the cushions." She said "oh" and then she said "I was really hoping we could just pee right into the cushions." Then she giggled and said "I know, you're just ashamed of my pee!" I giggled back. "No I'm not! Never!" She said "good" and then she said "besides, you're Car Mom. Since when are you ashamed of pee?" I said "true. But I just don't want to do this as much as in my car, you know what I mean? I don't care about my car but I do care a little about my couch. Maybe we can at least turn the cushions over." I took one of the cushions and turned it over and then I put it back in its place on the couch. Laura said "what if the pee goes all the way through?" I said "do you think it will?" and she said "I'm SURE it will." Then she giggled. "I plan on peeing a LOT." So then I just took the cushion and I turned it back over to its normal position. Laura said "I thought you were gonna turn them over." I just said "its ok, I'm not." She said "are you sure?" and I said "yeah, its ok. I can just clean them up. I don't care." Then I smiled. "I kind of wanna do this as much as YOU do now!" Then I laughed. She did too and then she said "I'm glad" and after that she finished pulling down her jeans and then her underwear and she took them all the way off. I took mine off too. Then Laura sat down on the couch. She sat on the middle cushion and so I sat down on the one to her right. I couldn't believe what we were going to do! But there we were! I looked down at the material of couch and I thought about the fact that we were going to do this. I thought about how the cushions that now were so nice and clean would soon be getting soaked in pee. I wondered if the pee would make a permanent stain and how noticeable it would be in the sandy brown fabric. I almost thought about changing my mind about the whole thing but then Laura said "I'm gonna go now." Then she looked down at herself and she started to relax. She looked so peaceful. Then I began to hear a little hiss. Laura was starting to pee. She let out a sigh as she let more and more of her pee flow out into the cushion of my couch. Then I started to feel my own pee coming. And then it did. It came like a burst of warmth. Then I began to pee. It came out and began to hiss against the surface of the cushion just like Laura's. I was peeing. I was having a pee right into my couch. It felt really good. I kept going. After a little while I looked over at Laura's pee and saw that she had a nice wet spot spreading between her thighs. My couch cushion was getting soaked. Then I looked down at myself again. I was making a nice wet spot too. So much for my couch. After a few seconds I heard Laura let a little fart. It made a little ripping noise into the cushion. I soon noticed the smell, which mixed in with the smell of our pee. I couldn't believe I was sitting right next to Laura, relieving myself with her on my couch, and I couldn't believe she was peeing and letting farts right next to me. Then after a few more seconds I heard Laura's hiss come to a sudden stop. I asked her "are you done?" She said "no, but watch this." Then I watched as she got up from the couch. She left behind a huge wet spot in the cushion, and she also dripped a little onto the carpet. But of course I didn't mind at this point. This whole thing was now a beautiful experience to me. "What are you doing?" I asked her. She just said "watch." Then I was amazed as Laura went over to the armrest of the couch and then she sat herself down on the armrest and said "watch this." Then she relaxed again and she continued to have her pee. Her pee came out and went right into the armrest. I couldn't believe what she was doing! She was sitting on the armrest like it was a horse, and she was getting it all wet, and her pee was starting to trickle down the sides of the armrest and onto the couch cushion on one side and the carpet on the other side. But I didn't stop her. I just let her continue to pee into the armrest of the couch. She also let another fart while she was there. Then after a few more seconds Laura stopped peeing again and she got up and then she got back on the couch, but this time she got on her knees, facing the back of the couch. Then she leaned on the back of the couch and she again let herself relax. Again her pee began to come. This time it flowed out of her and went onto the back cushion of the couch and then it ran down to the bottom. It made another hissing sound against the back of the couch, which was more like a soft pattering sound. Then after a few more seconds she lowered herself back onto the seat cushion. This time she didn't even stop peeing. She just kept letting it flow as she lowered herself. She also let another fart as she lowered herself. Then after a couple more seconds her hissing slowly came to a stop. Then she smiled and said "I'm done." I had actually finished my pee a little while ago, while she was still on the armrest, and also I let a couple farts into the cushion as I finished. Laura got up and turned around and then she sat back down in her pee. She was right next to me like before. Then she let one more fart rip into the cushion. She giggled. Then she said "thank you SO much for letting me do that Megan." I just said "anytime." She looked at me and smiled. I looked at her and I could smell her farts lingering in the air as I looked at her. I felt so close to her. Then she said "that meant SO much to me Megan. I have had those ideas for such a long time now. Thank you SO much for making them come true for me." I just said "awww you're welcome Laura. And I mean it." She smiled. "I've wanted to pee in a couch for so long and now I finally got to DO it!" Then she looked around. "Look at how much I peed! If I'd have done this is in my couch at home I'd have been in SO much trouble!" I just said "well you'll never be in trouble with ME! EVER!" She smiled again. Later on that evening after she went home I had to clean up a little bit. Just enough so the pee stains wouldn't be noticeable. She offered to help me but I said I didn't mind. And I didn't. And I have to admit I would let her do that again in a heartbeat! I am SO glad that Laura's pee is now FOREVER inside my couch! Oh, and just so you all know our pee DID go all the way through the cushions!
Well that's it for now! Bye!
Car Mom :)
aka Couch Mom [
Latest buddy dumpWhen Kirsty picked me up from work tonight I was dying for a poo. When I told her she said, "Ooh me too. We can buddy dump when we get home." As soon as we got indoors we went up to the bathroom & took our clothes off. Kirsty sat right back on the toilet seat & I sat myself between her legs. She held me around my waist while I peed & began to pee herself. Once we'd done peeing it was down to business. Kirsty farted & dropped the first of her logs into the water. I pushed & pushed but nothing came out. Kirsty released another log while I pushed hard but I still couldn't go. I got up off the toilet to let Kirsty wipe & when she was done she stayed on the toilet. She told me she could help me go & to bend over. I did as instructed the next thing I knew Kirstys finger was up my bum. She probed around & I felt my poo loosen up. She removed her finger & I sat back on the toilet. I pushed a little bit & my anus stretched wide as a huge turd emerged. It was hard & lumpy but not as hard as I was expecting so it came out quite easily with only slight pain. It broke off at six inches but there was more to come. I pushed again & it got softer & just flowed out on its own. There was a lot of it too & it piled up on top of the first turd untill it was sticking out of the water. It was a huge relief & as soon as I was done Kirsty wiped my bum for me which felt so hot.
comments & stuffTo: Punk Rock Girl great story I bet your really glad it happened in the toilet and not in your pants because that sounded like a nasty dump but I bet you felt alot better afterwards and ive been reading all you old stories all good by the way and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Car Mom as always another great story about girls and women peeing in your car and another girl pooping as well which brings me to another question have you ever thought about pooping in your as well and hopefuly when your daugther is old enough she'll decide to start posting and she will be welcomed by friends and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Amylee as always another great story from the ladies room and hearing all those ladies and your friend Nancy pooping and good for Leigh not letting someones comments keep her from being her and making as much noise as she wants to like ive said its nobody elses business about how much noise someone makes in the bathroom and does she know about this site if not maybe you can tell her about it because im sure she'll be welcome here by all the nice people here and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Stevie great story thats why farts cant be trusted and I bet your glad that didnt happen in public and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Anna great story about you going to the bathroom outside and other women going as well and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Rag Muffin Reanne another great story and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Anny it sounds like you might have some kind of stomach virus or your body just wants to get rid of you poop in that way for some reason and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Kyle as always another great story about hearing a girl poop and it sounds like she might do it in front some more some time and if she please post about and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Wendy & Kirsty Wendy its sounds like your firend Rachel just made it but she would have probally had an accident if you had been on the toilet already when she instead of her getting there first and also great story about you not being allowed to poop but I bet you felt a whole lot better after holding it for so long and Kirsty I bet you were glad you didnt have an accident and as always I look forward to your guys next posts thanks.
To: Outdoor Lady first welcome to the site and great peeing story and if you have any pooping stories please share them as well thanks.
To: Feral Gril welcome back to the site im glad to hear from you again and great story about almost getting caught by your mom and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Jodie first welcome to the site and great story about your accident at least it didnt happen in front of a abunch of people and please post more stories thanks.
To: Ciarra as always another great story and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Mandy great story about peeing and pooping with another girl who became a new friend sometimes we meet new friends in the most interesting places and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: James B it seems are names got put on the others post maybe because we submitted them at same time or some other random reason and great story about those drunk girls going to the bathroom in front of you and please share any other stories like that thanks.
To: Abbie as always another great story and I look forward to your next one thanks.
To: Sheilawentgirl as always another great story about you and your friends pooping and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
Well thats all for now sorry for the long post but I didnt get a chance to post on saturday because the site didint get updated until that morning and by the time I realised that I coudnt get back on a computer to post and I didnt want to use my psp because I had alot to say and its so nice to see more people posting here it seems like the word is getting around which is a good thing because thats means there will lots more new stories
Sincerly new guy
PS. I love this site
Kate, the Soccer Mom
Spin Class Update and Chelsi's Sleep OverHi everyone,
It has been a few weeks since my last post on page 1983 regarding the diarrhea attack I had in my workout clothes just after my spin class ended. Well, last week I finally got the courage to go back to class. No one said anything to me, but I did get a few nods, including one from the instructor, who is female. As luck would have it, I was on my first day of my period when I went back to class. I had some mild cramping, but it wasn't too bad. It was really heavy though. I put on a fresh pad before my friend Nancy picked me up for class and I made sure to have some extras with me in my gym bag as well as a change of panties and jeans, which I wore over my workout pants. With the diarrhea accident I had in my grey yoga pants, I had to trash those as they were stained badly. I had to buy another pair and this time I decided to go with pink.
Anyway, as I mentioned, my period was quite heavy that day. The class itself was good and I felt good as well. The exercising helped with the mild cramping I was having. But, because my period was really heavy, my pad leaked. Nancy was on the bike in front of me and when we got off she looked at me and said, "Oh Kate!" I said, "What?" She came close and whispered, "You've bled through your clothes!" I looked down and saw that the front of my pink workout pants were stained red in the crotch. I said, "I don't believe it! Check my back." I turned around and Nancy said, "Oh honey! You've bled through the back as well." I couldn't believe it. I knew that my period was really heavy, but I was wearing an Always maximum protection ultra thin. I thought that it would have held up for just over an hour. I guess sitting on the bike and exercising so hard caused my pad to leak like crazy. I walked out of the class room and into the ladies change room with my towel and hands in front of my pants and Nancy walked right behind me. A couple people in class noticed but did not say anything.
I grabbed my gym bag from my locker and went into a stall to get cleaned up and changed. My pad was soaked right through as were my white bikini panties. I changed everything and put a fresh pad into the pink high cut panties I brought.
I still can't believe that my pad leaked so badly. I mean, I've had leaks before, but nothing as bad as that one. For two classes in a row, I have had an embarrassing accident. And, for two classes in a row, I have had to buy new workout pants. I bought black this time.
Anyway, I have a story to tell about my daughter's good friend Ashley, who is the same age as Chelsi, nine. She stayed with us this past weekend while her parents went out of town…
My husband John got off work early and picked up Chelsi and Ashley from school on Friday afternoon. They went back to our place and we then went out for pizza when I got home. After dinner, we went to the Superstore to pick up a few groceries and some snacks for the girls for the weekend. In retrospect, I didn't think much of it at the time, but at one point I remember Ashley saying that she needed to use the washroom. Chelsi went with her and they hurried away. When we were done at the Superstore, we went to Blockbuster and the girls rented the three Twilight movies. When we got home, Ashley said that she wanted to change into some more comfortable clothes. She and Chelsi went upstairs to change. Chelsi came down first. Again, I didn't think about it until later, but Ashley was in Chelsi's bathroom for quite a while. She finally came down and they watched the first movie.
We went to bed and around 2am or so, I could hear someone in Chelsi's bathroom. I wasn't entirely awake, but I saw the light come on and the door closed. A while later, the door opened and the light went out. I was almost asleep when that happened.
We all got up at around 8am on Saturday morning. John and I were downstairs getting breakfast ready and Chelsi came down by herself. I asked her what Ashley was doing and Chelsi said that she was going to have a shower before having breakfast. We held breakfast for her until she came down.
Later on, when Chelsi and I were ready, the three of us went to the mall to walk around and do some shopping. We stopped for a quick lunch at around 12:30 and then continued with our shopping. At around 1:30, Ashley said that she needed to use the washroom. Still being on my period, I thought it would be a good idea to change my pad, so we all headed to the ladies room.
Ashley was walking quickly and about halfway to the ladies room she stopped suddenly. I asked her, "Hey, are you okay?" She had a horrified look on her face and put her left hand on her stomach. She said really quietly, "Oh god! I can't hold it!" Then I heard a squelching noise as her bowels betrayed her. She put her right hand on her bum and said, "Oh Mrs. C! I just pooped my pants!" She started crying and I said to her, "Its okay sweetie. Let's get you to the ladies room before it gets any worse." We didn't make it. She started walking in front of us and a few steps later she stopped, crouched slightly and I could see the bum area of her jeans balloon out. It was really wet too and leaked through the bum of her jeans and down her legs. I felt so bad for this poor girl as she stood there having really bad, uncontrollable diarrhea right in the middle of the mall. I then thought it would be a good idea to head home, rather than try to clean her up at the mall. So, we headed out to my car. I grabbed some fabric shopping bags from the trunk for her to sit on in the back seat with Chelsi. She was crying the entire time and when she sat down, another horrified look came across her face as the diarrhea in her pants spread everywhere. We had to drive with the windows down even though it was fairly cold out that day.
As we were driving she said, "Oh no! I have to go again." I said to her, "Its okay sweetie, just let it all out." I could hear it squelch and bubble out of her and into her clothes. We were at a red light and I looked behind and could see that Chelsi was holding Ashley's hand while she sat there in her mess, sobbing.
We finally got home and we went directly into Chelsi's bathroom. I moved the bathmat to avoid getting any diarrhea on it. I asked Chelsi to bring me Ashley's overnight bag. She grabbed it and came back. I helped Ashley take off her clothes. Her jeans were caked in diarrhea and the mess was all down the back and insides of her legs. Some had gone into the front of her white bikini panties as well. They were stained completely through. I turned bath tap and let it warm up. I had Ashley step into the shower with her panties still on, dripping diarrhea all over the floor and over the side of the bath tub. She carefully took off her soiled panties and handed them to me. I grabbed the cleanest part of them that I could, which was one of the sides by the hip, and placed them in the sink. She turned on the shower and cleaned herself up. I could tell that she was still crying. I said to her, "Okay honey, I am going to pull out some clean clothes for you to put on when you are done. I will clean out your jeans and underwear."
I rummaged through her bag and found something that I wasn't expecting. First I found her pajama bottoms balled up with a pair of light blue panties in them. I opened them up and saw that she had messed in them during the night. Then I realized it was her who was in Chelsi's bathroom for quite a while. It also dawned on me why she showered before having breakfast. I put the soiled underwear and pajama bottoms aside to wash them as well. I continued my search for some clean underwear for her when I came across the jeans she was wearing Friday evening when we went for dinner and did some shopping. Inside those I found yet another pair of heavily soiled pink panties. The poor girl had been having diarrhea all weekend and had pooped in her pants on three different occasions. I pulled those out as well and put them with her pajama bottoms and other panties. I looked through her bag again and I could not find any other panties of her own to wear. I asked her, "Are you okay in there?" She said quietly, "Yeah." I said, "Honey… I found your other clothes." She didn't reply, but I could tell that she was crying again. I said, "Its okay. I will clean everything out for you." She said quietly, "Okay, thanks."
Chelsi was in her bedroom and I went in to talk to her. I asked her if she new about Ashley's other accidents and she said no. I said, "I think we need to talk to her about wearing one of your Pull-Up's for now." Chelsi started pleading with me, "Oh mom! Please, no! She doesn't know about me having to wear them!" I said, "Sweetie, I think she probably already knows." She said, "But mom!" I cut her off and said, "Honey, I think it's for the best. She can't keep on having accidents all weekend." I grabbed a pair of sweat pants and a Pull-Up from Chelsi's drawer and left her room.
Ashley was just finishing up her shower when I went back in. When she was done toweling off, I knelt down and said to her, "Honey, I think it's best if you wear this." I handed her the Pull-Up. She looked at me in disbelief and then looked up at Chelsi who was now standing in the door way. Ashley said, "Mrs. C, please don't make me wear a diaper. I'm feeling better now, honest!" I said, "Sweetie, I'm sorry, but you can't keep having accidents when you can't make it to the washroom on time." Then Chelsi surprised me by saying, "Ash, I have to wear them sometimes too. It's okay. I won't tell anyone, I promise." I looked at Chelsi over my shoulder and mouthed, "Thank you" to her. She smiled but didn't say anything. I got up and put the Pull-Up and sweat pants on the counter along with one of her clean shirts from her bag. I put my arm around Chelsi and we left Ashley to get dressed.
We went downstairs and about 15 minutes later, Ashley came down looking very embarrassed. Chelsi said to her, "Hey, how's it going?" Ashley said, "Okay. But, it feels weird to be wearing a diaper." Chelsi said, "I know. I have to wear them sometimes when I am sick. It sucks, but it's better than messing your underwear all the time and having everyone know." Ashley said, "Yeah, I guess." I leaned into the conversation and said, "Hey, you two are not the only ones to have accidents, you know." Ashley looked at her wish surprise, but Chelsi knew what I meant. I continued, "Ashley, Chelsi knows a little about it… I have messed my pants before too… It happens to all of us one time or another." I gave her an Imodium to help settle her stomach.
On Sunday, Ashley was feeling much better. She no longer had diarrhea and was back to wearing her own clothes and underwear. On Sunday afternoon, Ashley's parents picked her up from our house. They came in for a bit and we visited over coffee. Ashley's mother, Heather and I talked in the kitchen while her dad Alex, watched some hockey game with John. I took this time to tell Heather what happened to Ashley, just so she knew. She was quite concerned about her daughter and said that this has happened to her before. She was grateful for my help in getting her cleaned up and getting her clothes washed.
Kate, the Soccer Mom
Paco the Taco
Me and my friend walked over to the donut shop today. Obviously only being 16 we can't drive there, but it's close so we walk there a lot. We both drank gigantic iced coffees and ate some donuts. On the way home we usually cut through this drain basin because it's faster. A drain basin is a big ditch with concrete little paths, where the extra rain water drains to after going in the sewer. If you live in a neighborhood there is probably one nearby. Anyway, when we got there I realized I should have peed there before we left. I told my friend how bad I had to go and asked what I should do. He pointed at the concrete block where the rain water drains from. It's like a big cube with a grate and a hole about two feet wide. I was unsure about it, but he said it was ok, and he had done it before. We went over and found that I was pretty well hidden, cars could only see me for about a second as they drove. I whipped it out and peed for probably over a minute. As I was finishing I joked about how lucky I was that I didn't have to poop. My friend said that even that wouldn't have been a big deal, you have to go when you have to go. I was surprised, and he told me he'd been in many bad poop situations, and knows how bad it can be. Now I kind of want to poop there, so I might hold it until we go to the donut shop again. I'll let everyone know how it goes :)
AccidentsHey I'm Tiffanny (not my real name). I'm from Ukraine. I'd like to share with you few of my life stories (these are actually true, unfortunately).
Starting... I'm 5 feet 4 inches height, 105 LBS weight, but with pretty big ass (not fat, just OK for me and boys). Oh, I'm 24 yo.
The first thing is that I have pretty fast digesting. Usually, after eating anything I have to wait 2-3 hours to take a dump, and I poop a lot during the day. I don't pee much. It's usually 2-3 urinations daily, and 3-4 poops.
My first accident took place when I was 17. I was watching my friends playing football, while I felt some cramps in my stomach, that usually has to finish with a BM. After 10 minutes I felt an urge, and it was pretty strong, so I quickly got up, said "bye bye" to my friends and went in my home's direction. My house is about 15-20 minutes of walking from the pitch. After 5 minutes I felt the poo coming out, so I crossed my legs and stopped in a place. The urge became very, very strong, and it was very hard to keep the poop in my bowels. I waited for few seconds, and continued walking, but not towards the house, but in the nearest wood (it's much closer and pretty dark, so nobody could see me pooping). When I've reached the wood, the urge was that strong, that I could feel it touching my knickers. But hopefully, didn't come all out. I was about to lower my panties and take not very luxury dump in the wood, when I saw few people coming my way. I was really frightened. I knew that I can't hold it for longer than 2-3 minutes. When I was thinking what to do, these people asked me where is the city centre. What a ????god damn stupid question. In the centre of the city, I told them. I waited for them to go, and finally wanted to comfort myself, but it was a little too late. The mistake was, that all that time I was standing, not sitting. Suddenly, I could feel my stomach push stronger that through previous 10 minutes. The huge log went straight into my knickers, causing them to bulge. It was really quick, just 2 seconds and I could feel my underwears lower under the weight of poop. Fortunately, I was wearing trucksuit instead of skirt (it was very hot then), so it was visible, but it wasn't that bad. Few mores cramps hit me, and I didn't even think to take my panties down and take a shit. Another log, this time pretty soft (the previous one was very hard), went into my knickers, causing them to bulge more. From this point, I had to hold my panties from time to time, not to let them go down. I was about to finally take the shit (I could felt an urge again, and it was very strong still), when I saw another group of people heading towards me. It was a very strange feeling when they've asked me a way, and I answered them with full panties. Fortunately, they didn't realize that they talk with a person, that has just shit herself. While I was talking with them, I could feel my anus slowly open again, letting out few drops of diarrhea. Talking to them I was thinking "go, just go guys, I need to shit! GO!". They started walking, and I've just run behind the nearest tree, closed my eyes, grabbed my ???? with my hands and pushed. The feeling was great! I heard huge load of diarrhea hit my already ruined panties, drowning other two logs, completely filling my knickers. After that I checked if nobody's watching, and headed towards home. My parents were still and work, so I threw panties away, and sat on the toilet, letting more diarrhea out. After that I took shower, and nobody knew what really happened.
Another accident took place when I was 19. I was ill (it was cold outside and I didn't wear proper clothes). The previous day my mom bought me a lot of medicines, and I ate all of them with my dinner (spaghetti, some coke and a beer). Late in the night (about 1 or 2 a.m.) I felt stomach cramps, but I continued sleeping. At 6 in the morning the urge woke me up. My butt was letting farts every breath I took. I headed to bathroom, but it was occupied by my mother. She and my dad were preparing to work. I got cautious and put on my worst panties and pyjamas, and went back to bed. After 30 minutes I rushed into the bathroom, but my dad was faster. I went back to the bed again, waiting for him to get out. When he did, my parents called me to close the door, because they're going to work. I ran towards the door and closed them, but when I turned around to go to the bathroom, I felt diarrhea leaking into my panties. I crossed my legs and put panties higher with my hands, and slowly started to walk to the bathroom. But after few seconds I know it won't give my a thing, because the diarrhea seeking an exit, causes my stomach to hurt. I had no choice, but to let it all go. I held my knickers with my hands, and just put my legs more wide. It was pretty terrible feeling. In one moment, just one second, smelly, sticky diarrhea exploded in my underwears, leaving no part dry. I pushed a little bit, and another wave proceeded. I felt my panties leaking, so I quickly went to the bathroom and slowly took the pyjamas off. Luckily, they didn't get hit by the wave. I checked my panties. They were completely ruined, and I couldn't find way to take them off without spilling diarrhea around. I slowly stood over the toilet, and wanted to take panties off, when I felt a stomach cramp, and heard a really, loud fart, continued by squishy sound and another wave of poop went straight into my panties. I decided not to cheat myself, and just pushed with all my power, completely ruining my panties. After all of that, I took a shower and threw panties away. Again nobody knew what happened.
During that day another accident occured. I was sleeping during the day, and didn't even notice, that a big log went into my knickers. Fortunately, it was hard and dry, so it didn't cause any destruction.
That's enough for today, I'll send some during next few days.
Re: Questions for RandiThanks to the person that is asking about me and public restrooms.
I have to be very careful or I could get put in jail. I don't seem
to have any trouble if I'm in a place that people don't know me or
In my state of Indiana I'm sure it's against the law for me to be in
a women's restroom. It wouldn't matter if I had women's clothes on
on and just using the restroom. I've been harassed and even had
to go to a mental ward when I was younger after being caught in
a women's restroom. I also have trouble at high schools when I
want to use the changing room to go swimming.
Some places that I haven't had too much trouble with is malls,
colleges, and a few outdoor pools. I live in a small town
called ???? in Indiana and most everyone knows me here by my
Like I said in my earlier post I like to hear women grunting
and pooing in the restroom. I usually just go in and do my
business and leave and don't check my makeup or hair.
Some of the best cities that I've been in have been Bloomington,IN
and St. Louis MO. One of the hardiest things to do is hold my pee or
poop all day and to figure when I'm going to go if I'm not near the
house. On nice days I also find places to go outside and I carry
TP in the car.
Trip awayHi everyone, Abbie here again with a few new stories. I've just got back from spending a few days with my friend Charlotte who used to go to primary school with me before she moved away. My first story is from Saturday, the day I left. I caught the bus into town about 10ish, my plan was to go and do some shopping before going to the station to catch the train. As I sat on the bus thinking about what I was going to buy I realised I was getting quite desperate for a wee, I hadn't got up long before having to get to the bus stop and hadn't had time to use the loo before leaving. I still had some Christmas money left over, so I thought I'd buy a couple of tops and some leggings. I was also pretty desperate for underwear, I hadn't even bothered to pack any knickers as my decent ones were all in the wash, although to be honest I don't have many pairs left that are fit to wear, either there too small, full of holes or they've got no elastic left and fall down all the time. I did buy some knickers not that long ago but they were plain white and I managed to shrink most of those washing them in a hot wash after they got stained. A few minutes later the bus arrived in town and I got off, as I did so I reached round behind myself and did my best to sort out my massive wedgie, I was looking forward to being able to swop my rather tight pants with some new ones once I'd managed to buy them. Before long I was going up the escalator to the girlswear section in my chosen department store, I was bursting for a wee by now but there didn't seem much point in going until I'd bought some pants otherwise I'd just have to go to the loo twice, so I decided to hold it in and be as quick as I could. Luckily there weren't many people up there so it didn't take me long to choose what I wanted, I got a couple of white vest tops, some black leggings and then two packs of bikini knickers, fortunately there was a bit more choice in my size compared with last time so I was able to get a mixed selection with some better colours. As I was queing to pay I started to realise I wouldn't be able to hold it much longer and began to think that two trips to the toilet would have been better than wetting my knickers, as I handed over my money I felt a spurt go and squeezed my legs together. As soon as I'd payed I rushed off to the customer toilets, luckily they were on that floor. I shot into a cubicle and locked it, as I was pulling my jeans down I felt some more wee spurt out of me, I ripped my jeans and white knickers down with an effort as they were both pretty tight before sitting and sighing as a massive jet of wee whooshed down into the bowl as my aching bladder started to empty. When I was done I quickly wiped and flushed before taking my jeans and pants off completely, my pants had a massive wet patch which hadn't really soaked through, thankfully, so I just chucked them away in the sanitary bin as they were too small for me anyway. I put my rucksack on the toilet seat and unpacked my shopping bag, putting my tops, leggings and knickers into my rucksack, I left a pair of spotty knickers out and put them on before pulling my jeans back on. As I walked out of the loos I smiled to myself, it made a massive difference to be wearing underwear that actually fit me for a change! My other story comes from the next day, after I'd arrived at Charlotte's house and had a good nights sleep. Her mum dropped us off at a big out of town shopping centre for more shopping, I was a bit annoyed I'd spent most of my money the day before but thought I might as well spend the rest of it. We had lunch in McDonalds, I'd been feeling the need for a poo since mid-morning, what with the train journey and being somewhere new I hadn't had a poo the day before so I knew I'd have to go soon as I didn't want to put it off and end up constipated, just as things are starting to get a little bit better. Anyway, my burger, chips and large coke were really starting to work on my bowels so I said to Charlotte, "I'm getting quite desperate for the loo, do you know where they are?" She said "Actually, I need to go too, I think there just round the corner."
We went off to the ladies and walked in with three girls a couple of years younger than us. One of them looked pretty desperate, she was clutching her bum with one hand as she opened the cubicle door. I ended up in between Charlotte and the desperate girl and hoped I wasn't the only one who wanted a poo. I pulled down my jeans and lilac knickers and heard the rustling of clothing as the others did the same. I sat down and started on my wee, next door I heard Charlotte's wee splashing down into the toilet. I looked under the partition either side of me, Charlotte obviously had her jeans and knickers at her knees as I couldn't see anything, but the other girl's black leggings and pink and yellow striped pants were round her ankles and her pants had a big skidmark in them. Any worries about being the only one pooing were eased straight away as the girl did a few hissing farts and then some squirty gurgly noises before some runny poo came splatting into the bowl. I'm actually quite glad I have to push and strain rather than having really loose poos, I think the noises are much more embarasing. Sometimes I'm on the loo at school when someone comes in and has a poo like that, although its over really fast it sounds really bad. The girl next door continued to fart and splat while I started to push out my first turd, I let out some squeky farts but meanwhile all was quiet in Charlotte's cubicle so I guessed she wanted a poo as well. After a few minutes of concentrated pushing and trying not to grunt too loud I had managed to get the widest part of my turd out and it was now moving a lot quicker, the other side I heard some grunts from Charlotte and the occasional dribble of wee so I knew she must be pushing hard too. Shortly after my first log dropped with a loud plop, just then the girl next door tore off some loo paper and I could hear her wiping her bum, I figured it would take her a while. As I pushed a few more logs out, all of which came out quite easily, I was concerned as nothing had happened in Charlotte's cubicle. I realised my poo was finished so I started to wipe my bum, just then I heard a gasp and then a massive plop coming from Charlotte. We all finished wiping and somehow managed come out at the same time and we washed our hands together, the other girl looked embarased and wouldn't make eye contact then she went off to rejoin her friends who were waiting for her outside. Charlotte and I both carried on shopping, I don't know about her but I felt loads better after that poo! Well I hope you enjoyed reading this, will try to post again soon. Bye for now!
Comments & QuestionsTo Rag Muffin Reanna:
The girls who were actually sitting on the front of the urinal are interesting to me. This was on a debate day and not a full day of school. Come into our bathrooms on a full day of school and by 3rd hour you won't want to sit on or otherwise in any way touch a urinal. They are filthy. Guys toss ciagrette butts in them and spit chew into the bowl, so they clog. Then there will be pubic hairs laying over the front of the bowl. I agree that too many girls sitting down on the front of the urinal bowl could break it off the wall. The girl who said to sit without putting your body's weight on it probably had the best idea but I would think your pee would be coming out of you at about only a half or quarter inch above the water level in the bowl. I don't think you could crap into the urinal bowl without the crap curling up and getting on you. Again, you guys had a much better situation than we normally do because it wasn't a regular school day.
To Firecracker Girl:
Losing a kid I was babysitting in a big stadium bathroom would scare the shit out of me too. You wrote a good story, but I was surprised you make so much out of actually sitting down on that uncovered toilet seat. Didn't many of your friends ask you why you were so particular about not sitting on public toilets? I know I don't like sitting on the toilets at school, and I've gotten hassled by some of the older guys.
In school, have you been hassled about how you go to the bathroom? What has been said? How did you react?
Having an easy time with pooping lately....Linda from Australia here again. I've been having an easy time with my poos lately. I haven't been constipated at all and I've actually been going twice a day, most days. It feels so good to be able to poop twice a day and my loads have been massive too. I've been feeling finished afterwards too, which is great!!
Last weekend I went to stay with a friend who lives out of town a bit and it takes over an hour to drive there. I did a poo before I left but as I was driving, I got the urge to go again. It was late in the afternoon, close to 6pm but it was still light (its summer here now). I decided that I needed to do poos before getting to my friend's place. I kept driving, until I found a suitable place to pull over. It was a sort of parking area off to the left hand side and it was away from the main road a bit. I parked the car and walked down a bit of a hill, there were lots of bushes and trees on the hill that I could hide behind. Luckily I keep a roll of tp in my glove box for these types of emergencies. I took a big wad of tp with me. I pulled down my pants and realised that I could still see the road. Almost straight away, poo shot out of my arse, I hardly even had to push. I also did a wee. During my session, a few cars drove past, hopefully they didn't see me. I had to wipe quite a few times to clear all the poo away. I felt better after that and continued to drive to my friend's place.
The next morning, I needed to do poos again. My friend's toilet wasn't flushing properly, so we had to keep turning the water on and off so it would flush. She has 5 kids, 4 of them still live with her plus her daughter stayed over with her boyfriend. So there were 8 people that stayed there that night, including me. We all had to use the toilet so my friend told us not to flush after each time but wait a while for the toilet to fill up. Then she would flush it. I didn't want to do poos in her toilet but I had no choice. I went for a wee and saw that someone before me had done a huge dump in there. It was dark brown and very thick. The bowl was also full of tp and wee. I did my wee and a huge poo and wiped my butt. I put even more tp in there. I told my friend that I didn't flush it and she said it was ok. She went a little while after that and managed to get it all to flush. I hope she wasn't embarressed that she saw my poos. We have known each other for a long time so it wasn't really a big deal but still.........
To Keith D: I haven't seen you on here for a while. Any good recent constipation sessions?? I love reading your stories, especially when you take dumps outside. I love the feeling of freedom that I get when I do poos outside. The cool breeze on my bare butt is great and being able to take a dump and leave it behind makes it a special experience that I can't describe.
To Jodie: I loved your story!! I'm in my 30s aswell but I have never pooped my pants as an adult, although I have come close a few times. I actually have the opposite problem because I'm often constipated. When I was a kid, I remember pooping my pants MANY times, probably more than most kids my age (when I was under 10). I suffered with terrible constipation back then and I often had to take stuff to help me go. I can recall several occassions when the medication worked a bit too well and I couldn't hold on, so I just had to go in my pants. Plus whenever I had constipation, I had liquid poo that came out uncontrollably into my pants. I used to get very constipated and this lasted on and off for about a year. Do you get constipated aswell?? Like you, I prefer to poop at home but if I'm desparate, I will go in public toilets.
Jason i'm the same way as you. I hate going when anyone in my family is around, but i still think public bathrooms are fun. And I will wait for people to leave if there aren't many people in there.
Model UN Conference(The Final Chapter)On Saturday, we all had to check out of the hotel because it was the last day of the conference. Georg and Gustav were helping me carry my luggage downstairs when Georg suddenly dropped his phone. As he bent down to pick it up, he suddenly let out a loud, stinky fart. People behind us were holding their noses and gagging, and Georg turned red from embarrassment. Georg said sheepishly, "Sorry. I haven't pooped in a few days. I've been REALLY constipated for some reason."
I agree to go with Georg to the family restroom at the mall, since we were going to eat there after the conference anyway. As we were walking, Georg kept letting out loud toots while blushing. No sooner did I close the door behind me, Georg sat on the toilet and immediately let out more farts. He started to strain and I saw that there was a tennis ball-sized turd sticking out of his bottom. His face was turning red and he was grunting really loudly as the turd moved out very slowly. I went over to him and rubbed his back as he was giving birth to the turd. Finally, after a few minutes, the turd came out with a big plop, followed by eight more plops. Georg let out a moan of relief and grabbed some tissue to wipe his butt. I didn't dare ask him if I could wipe his butt for him because I wasn't sure how he would feel about that. Georg cleaned up and we went to Max and Erma's where the rest of the guys were waiting for us.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Punk Rock Girl
I had to take a few moments to share what happened to me over the weekend. On Saturday, I ran to our local liquor store to buy some, well, liquor. As I was browsing, I noticed pressure building in my guts which eventually became a desperate need to take a dump. The manager knows me and was nice enough to let me use their restroom.
The "restroom" is actually just a storage room with a toilet and a sink in it. The door doesn't lock, and the toilet isn't blocked from from view at all. If an employee came in to get something they would get an unobstructed view of whomever was on the toilet. I was too desperate to care.
I rushed to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat. Immediately a monster explosion of diarrhea came blasting out of my ass. I actually groaned so loud I was positive people working in the back must have heard me. For just a moment, I thought I was done, but there was still enormous pressure in my intestines. It was pretty painful, so I just sat there, hoping someone wouldn't come in. I don't care if my friends see me on the crapper, but in public I'd rather have privacy.
I noticed that liquid shit was still oozing out of my ass in a steady trickle. After a couple minutes of that I let out the loudest and longest fart I think I might have ever unleashed. I'm not kidding, twenty, maybe thirty seconds of one uninterrupted wet fart. After that stopped, there were a few more farts and squirts, then finally it was over. I felt so much better. Unfortunately, the only toilet paper that was available was that rough, newsprint kind. My ass was already sore without irritating it more with that sandpaper.
I flushed and washed my hands and finished my booze shopping. I haven't taken a dump like that in a long time, and I don't know if I've ever farted like that. Wow.
Hope everyone has a nice day off, for those out there who are lucky enough.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Has anybody been through this?I recently underwent surgery for removal of among other things a polinidal cyst although my doctor never said so for sure. Anyway to make sure the fluid all drains out before I can get it plugged up I have a ssmall rubber band implanted with some of it above the skin. Although now I don't need to be all that careful with wipiong and washing I have to make sure I don't accidently catch the band called a seton and pull on it.
I am supposed to make sure my bowel movements are soft although I don't like taht as it's more messy to clean up. I preper hard clean craps as far as wiping goes.
Has anybody been through the sugery the seton etc how was your experience with it?