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Just Jerika

Posture While Sitting on Toilet

It's winter, extremely cold and snowy where I live. That makes going to the bathroom at places like school and the mall even tougher for me, since I have to go more frequently in this weather. Against my Mom's advice, I also drink too much pop at school, so that's more pee to drain out of me.

I wrote last year about how tough it was for me to adjust to the much larger toilets in my junior high and the huge bathrooms, some of which have more than 20 stalls. There's like just no privacy. It hasn't gotten better and I haven't grown so I'm still 3'5" which means my feet still don't reach the floor when I'm on the toilet at my school. I'm probably able to produce about half the time I sit down, but taking my Mom's advice, I have gotten better in covering up my lack of ability to go by flushing the toilet before I leave the stall. What hasn't gotten better is that Mom pretty frequently is asking me how school went (and for me that means like Did I go to the bathroom? and how successful I was at it.

On Friday, I had to go in an pee during passing period really, really bad. This girl Chels and I literally bumped into one another going for the one open toilet. She seemed kind of mean and said a couple of cuss words about having to take a shit, but when I told her I just needed a quick pee, she said OK and that I could go in. I thanked her nicely and quickly dropped my underwear and jeans and seated myself. Unlike the toilet I had used earlier that morning, it felt good to have a warm seat and I sat with my jeans at my ankles knees spread pretty wide. This is because of my size and the fact that I have to balance myself on the toilet because I'm afraid of losing my balance and falling of. Anyway, in the first minute as I got more frustrated about how slow it was to get my pee stream going, I saw Chels' eyes like four or five times on me through the doorway. She said I had better not be shitting. I told her I was waiting for my stream and she said no normal person sits on a toilet like me unless they are going to shit. Next she pounded on the door with her fist and swore at me really bad. She said she could see the shit coming out between my legs. That was a lie. I was trying in vain to pee. That's all

The one-minute warning bell rang and I quickly pulled up my underwear and jeans and made a run to class. She went in I guess and risked a tardy check from her teacher. I saw Chels next hour in the lunch room and she told me I got her a detention. Luckily, Gopi was standing behind me and comforted me as I started to cry. Then both me and Gopi ate extremely fast so we could still get into the bathroom and pee before we went back to class. My pee hurt me pretty bad as it was coming out but I had been holding it for like two hours. I was still sore when I sat down and peed again after school. I also crapped a little at that time. Luckily, me and Gopi had stalls right next to one another and since we had time to kill until our bus came, we talked about why Chels felt I was crapping. It was because I had my legs spread wide. Gopi pees with her knees together, but she's normal in height and her feet can reach the floor.

What do you guys do? Do you sit and pee with your knees spread wide or with your knees together. Thank you for the information.

Just Jerika


Blue Rizla Girl

Trouble Down Below

My mother has been looking after the kids, while they were on half-term from school; so the other day I stayed overnight at a friend's house. Unfortunately, I forgot to take my medication with me. At the time, I didn't *think* that I was going to be needing it. Famous last words .....

Now, one of the side-effects of this stuff I have to take is chronic constipation; and when the medication stops working, it stops suddenly and without warning. The constipation also stops suddenly.

The following afternoon, halfway home and nowhere near a usable lavatory, I felt the first indication that this was about to happen, and lengthened my stride. Incredibly, I managed to get as far as the end of my street, and was convinced that everything was going to be O.K. Then, just as I was rounding the corner, probably within touching distance of the street name sign, I simultaneously felt a sharp stabbing pain in my belly; followed a split-second later by a moist, burning sensation around my 'hole.

Do you ever have dreams where you are trying to walk, but it feels like an enormous effort to pick your legs up and move them? This is how the last couple of hundred metres felt for me; like wading through setting concrete, my stomach in agony and burning liquid crap spurting out of my backside, into my jeggings and down my thighs.

When I finally made it through my front door (fortunately I had my keys ready), I just stood there, bent double in agony, for what felt like ages. Eventually, when I felt ready to try moving, I removed my jacket and my DMs, went into the bathroom (which is downstairs, in my house), backed up to the toilet and cautiously lowered my jeggings to assess the damage. It had felt like a lot more than it actually was; all liquid, and it had started making its way down each leg, almost to my knees.

But at that point I had to sit down suddenly because another wave was about to start. This time, the "plug" that the liquid had been leaking around the sides of moved too. I almost fainted from the pain as it passed. A bit more liquid followed, then some "normal" pooh. My 'hole was still *very* sore, though.

Now sweating with the effort, somehow I managed to strip off my T-shirt and bra, step into the shower with my pants still half-on and turn on the water. I took off the jeggings once they were thoroughly soaked -- there was no solid matter in them that would have blocked the plughole -- and washed myself all over, paying particular attention to the backs of my legs. Then, upstairs -- still dripping wet and stark naked -- to my bedroom, for the dose I had missed earlier. I hugged the bottle to myself and vowed never again to leave it behind.

I had to wash my jeggings by hand in a bucket, before they were clean enough to dare to put them through the washing machine; but now I have done, you wouldn't even know.


Upstate Dave
Car Mom it didn't take long for Kaylee to find out about you and Laura peeing on your couch! Well you did say that someone would. I look forward for another time with you and Laura takeing another pee on the couch. You sound very excited now hinting that you and Laura will do it again.

Paul From Germany You had a interesting road trip going to and comming back from the get together. Well told and I enjpyed you telling that both girls peed and shit.

New Guy I've been fine have done some postings but they haven't shown up yet.


Just a guy

I haven't posted in a while, but there have been a lot of good stories. Amylee, your stories are among the best on this site. They're very detailed and interesting. Of course, I felt sorry for that poor bride. Diarrhea is never a pleasant experience and for to have it on her wedding day and night, I felt really bad for her.

Although, I've been reading I was wondering if I missed any posts by the airline stewardess--I believe her name was Louisa. She seem like she had a lot of stories to tell, but I haven't seen any recently.


Just Jerika

Posture While Sitting on Toilet

It's winter, extremely cold and snowy where I live. That makes going to the bathroom at places like school and the mall even tougher for me, since I have to go more frequently in this weather. Against my Mom's advice, I also drink too much pop at school, so that's more pee to drain out of me.

I wrote last year about how tough it was for me to adjust to the much larger toilets in my junior high and the huge bathrooms, some of which have more than 20 stalls. There's like just no privacy. It hasn't gotten better and I haven't grown so I'm still 3'5" which means my feet still don't reach the floor when I'm on the toilet at my school. I'm probably able to produce about half the time I sit down, but taking my Mom's advice, I have gotten better in covering up my lack of ability to go by flushing the toilet before I leave the stall. What hasn't gotten better is that Mom pretty frequently is asking me how school went (and for me that means like Did I go to the bathroom? and how successful I was at it.

On Friday, I had to go in an pee during passing period really, really bad. This girl Chels and I literally bumped into one another going for the one open toilet. She seemed kind of mean and said a couple of cuss words about having to take a shit, but when I told her I just needed a quick pee, she said OK and that I could go in. I thanked her nicely and quickly dropped my underwear and jeans and seated myself. Unlike the toilet I had used earlier that morning, it felt good to have a warm seat and I sat with my jeans at my ankles knees spread pretty wide. This is because of my size and the fact that I have to balance myself on the toilet because I'm afraid of losing my balance and falling of. Anyway, in the first minute as I got more frustrated about how slow it was to get my pee stream going, I saw Chels' eyes like four or five times on me through the doorway. She said I had better not be shitting. I told her I was waiting for my stream and she said no normal person sits on a toilet like me unless they are going to shit. Next she pounded on the door with her fist and swore at me really bad. She said she could see the shit coming out between my legs. That was a lie. I was trying in vain to pee. That's all

The one-minute warning bell rang and I quickly pulled up my underwear and jeans and made a run to class. She went in I guess and risked a tardy check from her teacher. I saw Chels next hour in the lunch room and she told me I got her a detention. Luckily, Gopi was standing behind me and comforted me as I started to cry. Then both me and Gopi ate extremely fast so we could still get into the bathroom and pee before we went back to class. My pee hurt me pretty bad as it was coming out but I had been holding it for like two hours. I was still sore when I sat down and peed again after school. I also crapped a little at that time. Luckily, me and Gopi had stalls right next to one another and since we had time to kill until our bus came, we talked about why Chels felt I was crapping. It was because I had my legs spread wide. Gopi pees with her knees together, but she's normal in height and her feet can reach the floor.

What do you guys do? Do you sit and pee with your knees spread wide or with your knees together. Thank you for the information.

Just Jerika


Blue Rizla Girl

Trouble Down Below

My mother has been looking after the kids, while they were on half-term from school; so the other day I stayed overnight at a friend's house. Unfortunately, I forgot to take my medication with me. At the time, I didn't *think* that I was going to be needing it. Famous last words .....

Now, one of the side-effects of this stuff I have to take is chronic constipation; and when the medication stops working, it stops suddenly and without warning. The constipation also stops suddenly.

The following afternoon, halfway home and nowhere near a usable lavatory, I felt the first indication that this was about to happen, and lengthened my stride. Incredibly, I managed to get as far as the end of my street, and was convinced that everything was going to be O.K. Then, just as I was rounding the corner, probably within touching distance of the street name sign, I simultaneously felt a sharp stabbing pain in my belly; followed a split-second later by a moist, burning sensation around my 'hole.

Do you ever have dreams where you are trying to walk, but it feels like an enormous effort to pick your legs up and move them? This is how the last couple of hundred metres felt for me; like wading through setting concrete, my stomach in agony and burning liquid crap spurting out of my backside, into my jeggings and down my thighs.

When I finally made it through my front door (fortunately I had my keys ready), I just stood there, bent double in agony, for what felt like ages. Eventually, when I felt ready to try moving, I removed my jacket and my DMs, went into the bathroom (which is downstairs, in my house), backed up to the toilet and cautiously lowered my jeggings to assess the damage. It had felt like a lot more than it actually was; all liquid, and it had started making its way down each leg, almost to my knees.

But at that point I had to sit down suddenly because another wave was about to start. This time, the "plug" that the liquid had been leaking around the sides of moved too. I almost fainted from the pain as it passed. A bit more liquid followed, then some "normal" pooh. My 'hole was still *very* sore, though.

Now sweating with the effort, somehow I managed to strip off my T-shirt and bra, step into the shower with my pants still half-on and turn on the water. I took off the jeggings once they were thoroughly soaked -- there was no solid matter in them that would have blocked the plughole -- and washed myself all over, paying particular attention to the backs of my legs. Then, upstairs -- still dripping wet and stark naked -- to my bedroom, for the dose I had missed earlier. I hugged the bottle to myself and vowed never again to leave it behind.

I had to wash my jeggings by hand in a bucket, before they were clean enough to dare to put them through the washing machine; but now I have done, you wouldn't even know.


Peepoll
Hi all. I would like to ask you guys about your pissing habits.

1. Do you shake or wipe after taking a piss, how many shakes, or just put it back without drying it?

2. If you are in a hurry or become careless, do you zip up too soon and leave dribbles in your underpants? Which is your fastest finish: two shakes, no shakes, zip up still dripping or almost still pissing etc.?

3. How often do you feel a chilled pee stain in your underwear? Do you find it uncomfortable or don't care about it or like the wet feeling?

4. How often do you have visible yellow or wet stains on your underpants? How much?

5. Do you know other guys (schoolmates, friends etc.) who don't shake or don't wait more than a second for the drops or have piss stains on their underpants (for example in the locker room or elsewhere)?

6. Do they (or you) hurry each other when pissing together (f.e. don't shake it more than twice), or make each other not to shake?

7. What do you think men should do after taking a piss?
Shake a lot? Shake twice but not more? Or would you like to see TP in every urinals? Or just zip up quickly? Other?

8. Do you think young guys can wear totally dry underpants or some stains are the part of being a guy and all should get used to it?

I hope you will answer. Thank you very much.


Monday, February 28, 2011


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SportsFan

Surprise in the Men's Room

I went to the annual golf show in our area recently. It was held at a large convention center that had a skyway walk that connected the parking lot and the convention center and a couple of hotels. I'd not been able to have my normal morning BM before I left home that morning. But by the time I arrived at the parking lot, I was pretty desperate to go. I walked through the skyway and to the convention center. There were hundreds of people lined up to buy tickets. The restrooms were inside the event room. I couldn't wait so I went back through the skyway to one of the hotels that it connected to. The restroom was in the lobby down a hallway. The first door was the men's room. I went in and a cleaning lady was in there. I thought "Great" because I was about to lose control. She said I could use it and she gathered her spray bottles and towels and started toward the door. She was apparently finished cleaning. There were 4 urinals then a wall and behind the wall were 3 stalls with wooden doors that went all the way to the floor, but the partitions didn't. They were about a foot above the floor. I stood at the mirror until the cleaning lady left and then went into the first stall, which had the wall on one side and stall 2 on the other. I had just locked the door when I heard someone come in, literally seconds after the cleaning lady left. I thought the cleaning lady had returned. But the stall next to me was taken. We both dropped our pants at the same time. When I sat down I noticed the shoes next to me were short sneakers with a blue stripe on them. From the size I determined it was probably a kid about 10 years old. When he sat down he spread his feet out to where his right shoe was almost underneath the partition. I let go with a loose BM that was very noisy with gas. I was pretty desperate. The person next to me started out with a loud fart then the crackle and plopping of loose crap was going for several seconds. I wasn't done but the rest of my BM had not moved down yet. At that point I heard a cell phone ring and the person next to me moved around then said, "Hallo". I don't know German, but did recognize "Hallo" as German for "Hello". And get this - it was a woman's voice! She then began speaking German to someone on the phone. I could hear the person on the other end, a man, speaking German as well, though I couldn't really hear what he was saying and couldn't understand it even if I could. She continued to carry on her conversation. I was stunned as to this development. I then got the urge and let out the rest of my BM, again pretty noisy and punctuated with a loud fart. The woman next to me kept talking, then I could hear a strain in her voice, and she started crapping again with loud gas. She laughed and said to whomever she was talking to something I didn't understand but I did hear her say "toilet". I was done and wiped, flushed and washed my hands. When I went out of the restroom and out of the hallway, I saw a man about 35 years old talking on a cell phone and I could hear he was speaking German too. He was with two young girls, maybe 7 and 10 years old. I figured he was the husband of the lady in the toilet and was talking to her on the phone. I kind of hung around and about 3 minutes passed and I saw a blonde, trim, very attractive woman come out of the hallway from the restrooms. She had on tight jeans and she REALLY looked good from behind. I looked at her shoes and sure enough, it was the blue striped sneakers. It was pretty exciting to think that a butt like that had just let out all that gas and crap - a very hot woman who apparently didn't know she was in the men's room. After thinking about it I figured she must have been heading toward the restroom and saw the cleaning lady come out and thought that was the women's room and came right in. I thought about it and felt it was pretty exciting to have heard her letting it go, farting and crapping right next to me. I wouldn't mind that happening again!


P>Adila

Using a bedpan

Hi.i was having some x-rays taken for f/u. The x-ray tec. said to me i as done and would be back would let know if i needed any more x-rays and or more films. I asked the x-ray tec. if i could use the bathroom-toilet and she yes, and it was on the other side of the hall. Iasked if there a bathroom-toilet closer and she said no , but would find out if i could use the the doctors office-bathroom-toilet next to the x-ray room i was in. I waited and she said no its closed its locked. I then said i have to go very badly i can not wait or walk that far. The x-ray tec. then brought me a bedpan and tissue with wet wipes. She put a pad down on the table opened my gown from the rear back had me put my bum on the bedpan as she said wide rear big side small side front. I was now on the bedpan and the x-ray tec. told me she was going to pull my gown down so i would not get my body waste soiled on it. I was covered at the top only i did not mind the x-ray tec. helping me as i was near nude. I now was having clear warm-hot urine from the retum a large amount. I then waited and started to smell the x-ray tec. knew i was go to defecate and urinate very badly. I then started having clay light tan brown bowelmovement-stool with urine large amounts. The x-ray tec. watched as i was having my waste to make sure i was ok. After very badly i had my last bowelmovement-stool with urine as it all came out my vagina and rectum at the same time. I had my knees up right and bent forward with legs spread wide apart as the last of my waste came out of the body. I was done the x-ray tec. the wiped my body between the legs and then told me to pull up so she could wipe my rectum and vagina.I was then clean and deonorant was then put on my body so i would not smell. The x-ray tec. then took the bedpan with my waste and said i will be back. The x-ray came back and sid i was done and i could leave she tool me to the changing room so i could put my jeans shirt and shoes on and be on my way. I thanked the x-ray tec. for helping me go to the bathroom-toilet and cleaning me and cleaning up my mess.


Wendy

Not allowed to poo. The first time

I was 13 at the time & my mum wanted to go shopping just as I was about to go to the toilet for one of my marathon poos. It had been a week since the last time I went & my mum knew I would take ages to get this monster out. She made me wait untill we got back from shopping & I was really desperatate. When I told her I couldn't wait she told me I shouldn't have left it so long. I could feel it pushing my anus open & had to clench hard to keep it in. I was sweating from all the effort & by the time we got to the supermarket I was about to go in my knickers. I begged my mum to let me use the customer toilets but she wouldn't & I began to feel it coming out into my pants. My mum saw my jeans swelling up at the back & told me off for messing myself. Even then she wouldn't let me go to the toilet & as I was nowhere near empty, just carried on going. I completely filled my pants & it was a huge relief. My mum went mad at me for carrying on with my poo but it was worth it after being so desperate. I had to walk around the store with a full load in my underwear but once we got through the checkout she did allow me to clean up in the baby change room.

I used to do a paper round when I was 15 & I'd had some diarrhoea during the night. By the morning I seamed ok so I did my paper round but about half way through I felt a powerfull urge to go again. I tried to finish my round but but one of the letter boxes was low down on the door & I had to squat to put the paper through. I shot some semi liquid poo into my knickers & I knew now that holding it untill I finished my round was not an option! I had to go right now. I wasn't too far from my house so I ran home with my bag positioned behind my bum to hide my accident. As soon as I got home I ran up to the bathroom to find my sister was in there & she was taking ages. I'd already pood myself a little & now I was about to totaly fill my knickers. I told my sister to hurry up & she did come out & I ran into the bathroom holding my bum. She'd left a couple of logs in the toilet but I was too desperate to care & sat on the toilet with a thump. The instant my bum touched the seat I blasted the toilet with what felt like a gallon diarrhoea. The relief was more than words can describe but the toilet was destroyed. My knickers were ruined & I left them in the bath to be washed later.


Car Mom
Well I got busted! Just as I thought I would, I got busted by Kaylee! She noticed the pee stains in the couch. As you will remember a few days ago when Laura was over, we decided to ruin my couch together because I allowed her to talk me into relieving myself in it with her. Not that I'm mad about it or that I regret doing it! No it was worth it and I'm actually really glad that I did it with her and I will probably do it again. But the couch will definitely never be the same! I tried to clean it a little as best I could, but the stains didn't really go away and so if you sit there you can tell that someone peed there. And that's exactly what Kaylee did. She noticed it and so she came to me and asked me about it. And so I told her that I peed there with Miss Laura and that's why there are pee stains in it. Of course she then asked me exactly what I thought she would ask me: "can I pee there too?" I told her she could and so she did. She went back over to the couch and then she pulled down her jeans and her underwear and she sat down on the couch on the middle cushion. A few seconds later I began to hear a little hissing sound. Kaylee was starting to pee. She let out a sigh as she peed right into the couch cushion she was sitting on. I watched as a little wet spot began to spread in the fabric between her thighs. Kaylee kept peeing. After a while she let a couple little farts as she continued to pee into the cushion. Then a few seconds later her hissing stopped. She let one more little fart into the cushion and then she smiled and said "I'm done." Then she said "that was fun!" Well I definitely know for sure that my couch in now an official peeing couch! But to be honest, I can't WAIT till next time Laura comes over! And I'm sure you all can guess why!

Bye for now!


No Name Please

I was so embarassed

I had such an embarassing time at work today. I am a teacher in an elementary school. Even though I am a male, I have to share the faculty bathroom with many women. It is a one at a time unisex bathroom. There are 2 bathrooms for teachers to use. On eis in the teacher's room where everyone eats and you can easily hear anything anyone does in the bathroom if you are inthat room, the other is down the hall form the main in office in the hallway, right across the hall form ateacher who is my friend. Everyone generally uses this hallway bathroom to poop as it gives a tiny bit more privacy, but not much. SO today at lunch, I had to poop kind of badly. I had been having some diarrhea since I woke up in the morning and this was a continuation of that issue. SO, I get into the bathroom feeling relieved that I was there and on my lunch hour so I could do what I needed to. I started to go and I guess it was a bit noisy and perhaps messy as I did not feel well. I also heard my friend who has the classroom right near the bathroom talking to her coworker and at one point when I made more noise (I truly couild not control it becasue at this point I did not feel well), they got quiet and seemed to end their talk. When I was finally done, I came out of the bathroom and my friend was right there putting up papers on the walls in the hallway. She asked how I was and I said Im ok, hanging in. She said, ya, I heard. Your having ???? problems. I said Oh, well, yes I am having some stomach issues, ant not feeling well, but that I wa ssorry for the noise and that I was so embarassed. She said not to be embarassed. But I really was and it made me more self concious about pooping away form the privacy of my home that I already am. I am only comfortable pooping if I am home either alone or if my wife is there, otherwise I am extremely self concious and embarassed about it. Anyhow, after talking with her for a couple of minutes, I really ahd to use the bathroom again right away as the next round of severe diarrhea struck me very quickly. ( I had no choice but to go again because I simply could not hold it at all no matter how hard I tried). So I opened the bathrrom door and headed in and she sadi to me, you have to go again?!? I just said yes, sorry, it's an emergency and I don't feel well yet, then I quickly got in and shut the door and started going. By the time I was done, she was no longer there. What do you all think about this situation. Should my friend have just not said anything and brought attention to my obvious problem? Should I be ambarassed or not? What can I do in the future? How can I get over this discomfort of pooping away form home?


To Anonymous Girl

It does seem a little unusual that it just started "out of the blue", but it does happen to people. The first thing that you need to do is tell your parents. Don't be afraid as you're not doing anything wrong. Perhaps they can get you some protection to help with the situation, at least for now.

Things to look for:
Any new medications that you've used (that includes over the counter stuff)

Any changes in your diet including both food and drink, or in volumes

Along with what you have already described, an increase in the frequency of needing to go

By the time you get this, if this is still happening, it may be of concern. This is why you need to let your parents know. It all may be nothing, but it's a good idea to see your doctor and make sure that there isn't a problem such as diabetes or a UTI (urinary tract infection). A UTI can be serious as if untreated can lead to kidney infection, pyleonephritis, and possible damage to the kidneys. The symptom that you have now, is what's known as urge incontinence and is not all that uncommon. In the meantime, be responsible about this and make sure that you take care of any accidents in terms of cleaning up and taking care of any clothing and bedding that may be involved.


Paul from Germany

Bathroom Breaks on a Road Trip

Last weekend Claudia's grandmother celebrated her 75th birthday. On Saturday we had a nice breakfast and started to drive there. Nadine was coming with us as her own car was in the garage for repairs. The drive was to last about 4 hours. Luckily it was a sunny but cold day. After we had driven two hours Nadine asked me to stop so she could have a smoke. I pulled over at the next parking lot that was in front of a small but beautiful lake. We all went out of the car and Nadine lighted a cigarette. I walked a few steps and could feel the pressure in my bladder. I had drunk two coffees at breakfast and now needed to go to the bathroom. Claudia also immediately said that she had to squat down somewhere, but she wanted to wait for Nadine so they could go together. I walked over to a tree and watered the tree trunk. Having finished I went back to girls. Nadine was just putting out her cigarette on the ground. "Let's go" she said to Claudia. Claudia handed her a tissue and off they went into the bushes. Two minutes later came back and looked very relieved. We drove on and at one o' clock in the afternoon we arrived at the location. We had lunch (Bavarian Schnitzel) and a cake afterwards. In the evening there was a buffet with several meals. We all ate a lot as the food was delicious. We stayed overnight, had breakfast on Sunday morning and another cake and coffee in the afternoon. At two o'clock we left. I hadn't done a poo since Saturday morning and so did Claudia.

We had driven for about an hour when Claudia asked me to stop at the next possible spot to use the bathroom. Five minutes later I stopped at a dirt road that led into the woods. Claudia went straight to the trunk, opened it and took out our yellow roll of toilet paper. So she finally needed a poop. Nadine came with us as we went on the dirt road. After a small bend Claudia left the dirt road and headed down a mild slope, with Nadine following her. I went with them. Claudia stopped behind a large needle tree and put down the roll while Nadine chose the next tree which was much smaller. The sisters were now unzipping their pants and unbuckling their belts. I concentrated on Claudia and could now see her velvet panties. She pulled them down and let out a loud fart. "Oh I really need to go" she said. On the other tree I could hear Nadine pissing onto the pine needles on the ground. Claudia was pushing a lot and had a red head when finally I saw her turd emerging. It was rather knobby and dark brown in the beginning with the brown getting lighter as the turd got longer. Finally it fell down, about 11 inches long. Immediately it started steaming in the cold air. I looked over to Nadine and saw her straining so much. She was really constipated. Her anus was opening and closing, but a turd didn't appear. Claudia was now doing her second turd. She shook her ass a bit and the turd fell down next to her first one. It was a bit shorter maybe 8 inches long. The pile was now massively steaming. She pushed again and a small third turd fell down onto the second turd. Then she started peeing for about half a minute. Having done this she wiped her front once and her back 7 or eight times. She made a pile of used toilet paper next to her pile that was still steaming. She pulled up her pants and looked over to Nadine. Nadine was looking miserable, still pushing. A small nugget was just coming out of her ass. That was everything. She wiped and got up. "I've been constipated since Friday. I feel that I need to poop so bad, but I can't: I've tried three times at the house today, but no chance". She glanced sadly at Claudia's steaming pile on the pine needles and lighted a cigarette.

We drove on, Nadine holding her belly on the back seat. An hour later we reached the parking lot at the lake. I needed to pee so we stopped there again. I did it at my pee tree from Saturday. Then an idea came into my mind. As the weather was so good why not walk round the lake! Maybe that could ease Nadine's pain. Nadine said: "Why not? I can't sit anymore." We took the backpack with the roll with us. We rounded the lake three times (passing the two used tissues) when Nadine said: "I'm going to try it again! Perhaps the gorgeous view will help!" We were standing right in front of the lake, a few bushes behind us giving us cover. Right there Nadine pulled down her jeans and squatted again. A small pee stream hit the ground. Then she was pushing again for one minute. Finally the head of the turd appeared. Claudia was now holding Nadine's hand as she went on straining. The turd was extremely fat and and dark brown. Slowly it went on. After more than a minute it finally fell down. Nadine was sighing with relief. The turd was as long as Claudia's first turd but incredibly broad and thick. It was about twice the amount of Claudia's turd. Without straining however she dropped her second turd that was still long but less thick. Another quick push and her third log fell out. Nadine went up and looked at her stinking and steaming pile. "That was a nasty poop! But the lakeview was great" she said. She didn't need much wiping and had a last look at her massive pile. She lighted a cigarette while Claudia was peeing. Off we drove.


Amylee

Wedding Day Problems

My husband and I went to the wedding of a friend of his not long ago. It was at a church with the reception following at a hotel nearby. The ceremony was very nice, attended by about 200 people, and most of them went to the reception. My husband's friend's bride is a very beautiful young woman who neither of us had met. She's about 25 years old, sandy blond hair, and the most beautiful blue eyes you'll ever see. Her name is Erica. She had a gorgeous dress that flowed behind her down the aisle. She was really a beautiful bride. After the ceremony the newlyweds had pictures taken while the attendees made their way to the hotel and the ballroom where the reception was to be held. We got our table and were visiting with others waiting for the wedding party to arrive when I felt the need to poo coming on. I usually don't have to go at night, so I was a bit surprised. I excused myself and went out of the ballroom to look for a restroom. There was a large one being used by many women, and I wanted more privacy, so I looked around and found one near the breakfast area that was somewhat isolated. As I was approaching the door, I saw the limo pulling up to the side entrance outside with the newly married couple. The bride and groom got out along with two other young ladies in the wedding party. I went in the empty restroom. It had 3 stalls, two regular and a handicapped one in the middle, which I thought was different. I went into the first stall. I was just getting my panties and hose down when I heard voices approaching. The door opened and in came the bride and the two young ladies in the wedding party. I recognized the bride's voice say, "Hurry. I need you to help me hold up my dress." All three went into the handicapped stall and latched the door. There I sat needing to poo and this happens. I could hear them rustling her wedding dress, getting it out of the way. One of the girls said, "OK, pull down your panties and sit down. I think we've got your dress out of the way." I could hear more rustling and the sound of the elastic in her panties as she pulled them down. Immediately there was the sound of a long gush of loose poo for about 7 or 8 seconds followed by a loud PSSSSSLLLLUUUUPPPPPFFFFTTT fart. One of the girls helping her said, "Oh, Erica, I thought you just needed to pee." Erica said, "No, my stomach has been jumping around since the ceremony. It hit me during the picture session that I was in trouble." I tried to go ahead with my poo and did so rather quietly, but they probably heard it plopping into the toilet. Erica said, "Oh, I'm getting another bad cramp." One of the other girls said, "Go ahead and get it all out." A few seconds passed and Erica started farting and pooing at the same time, literally blowing out her bowel movement into the toilet. This second blast lasted another 5 seconds or so and she said, "Ohhhhh" when it subsided. One of the other girls said, "Erica, this is bad. Are you going to be OK for the reception? Ryan is waiting outside for you." Erica said, "I hope I'll be OK, but I'm not done yet." I started peeing and unrolling toilet paper to wipe. I heard Erica breathing heavily and then strain and another blast of diarrhea with gas noisily came out of her. By now the restroom was stinking pretty badly. I wondered why one of the girls didn't flush her toilet for her. I finished wiping and pulled up my panties and hose and flushed and went to the sink. I heard Erica say, "I think I'm through now." I heard TP being unrolled and her wiping. As I was going to the door, she said, "Oh, boy, I'm really messy. " I went out of the restroom and my husband was in the hallway talking to his friend, the groom. I went up to them and said hello. Ryan, the groom, said, "Is Erica still in there?" I said, "Yes." He said, "She's taking a long time, I hope she's OK." I said, "She's just making sure she's ready for the reception." My husband and I made our way back to the ballroom. He quietly asked, "Did you take a dump?" I said, "Yes." He said, "With Erica and those other girls in there?" I said, "Yep. Had to go." He said, "Knowing you, that had to be embarrassing." I said, "They didn't pay any attention to me." We went back to our table and in a few minutes Erica and Ryan were announced and everyone stood and applauded as they came into the ballroom. Erica looked beautiful but a bit pale. I felt badly for her. We went through the receiving line to offer our congratulations and I don't think Erica, who was all smiles and looking gorgeous but still a bit pale, had any idea it was me in the stall next to her when she had the noisy poo earlier. She said it was nice to meet us and shook my hand. I couldn't help but notice a small wet brown stain about the size of a pea on her dress sleeve near her right wrist. I'm pretty sure it was a poo stain that she'd tried to wash off in the ladies' room. My guess is when she splattered diarrhea it got on her butt cheek and when she wiped she got it on the wrist of her dress. How terrible for her! We stayed until the couple left for their honeymoon and then we went home. I didn't notice Erica leaving during the reception, so I guess she was OK after the first visit to the restroom. About 10 days later, my husband saw the groom and asked how the honeymoon went. Ryan said it was great, except Erica was a bit under the weather for the first day or so. He told my husband that she'd apparently caught a stomach bug. Guys being guys, my husband said to him, "I hope that didn't interfere with your wedding night!" Ryan said, "A couple of interruptions, but otherwise it was fine." When he told me about this, I told him about Erica rushing into the restroom on the night of the wedding but I didn't go into any details. He said that was too bad, then laughed. I asked what was funny about that. He said Ryan had mentioned that on their wedding night they were about to get romantic when Erica said, "Just a minute" and ran into the bathroom, slammed the door and seconds later literally blew out the toilet with gassy diarrhea. He said she was so loud and was so embarrassed she didn't want to come out of the bathroom. She was crying because she was humiliated and he had to "sweet talk" her into coming out. I told him that's something Ryan shouldn't have told him. That was very private and I'd be tempted to kill him if he told one of his friends about me having diarrhea. I thought it would be very embarrassing for her if she found out Ryan had told someone about this. I felt so bad for Erica - she's such a beautiful young woman and at her wedding reception and on her honeymoon, one of the most special times of your life, this happens.


new guy

daily dump

I just took a dump about 10 minutes ago it was about 3 inches long and about 1 inch thick at one end and it was a mix of light and dark brown.


Firecracker Girl

Answers for Freshman Freddy

Yes--I've had some friends who have asked why I don't put my butt down on public toilets. They see the need to relieve themselves as inevitable and see seating themselves as very inconsequential. It's just that I was taught differently by my Mom and I've become accustomed to following it because it seems to make a lot of sense. I remember a case my junior year in high school when about 20 members of our youth group traveled to another state for a conference. Me and about seven of my friends were in a rest stop bathroom which had two stalls and absolutely no toilet paper. Each of them sat to pee and it was obvious when I looked in and saw the situation with no toilet paper, I came right back out and said I would wait until we got to our hotel. A couple of them smirked and looked at one another, but that's just the way I am.


Mr Clogs

Morning commute, killing my bladder!

Hello all, I had the commute from Hades. There was an accident in one of the tubes of the tunnels to NYC. I said great now I'm stuck, my bladder quickly filling up with pee. I gonna reach for the coffee mug to pee in, but the traffic was slowly moving. I held my pee in really tight so I don't pee on myself. I finally got to work and staggered my way to the bathroom to relieve myself. I undid my pants and slid down my undies to let my little penis out and peed into the urinal. I felt better then, washed my hands and went to work.

ON my way home from work I peed into my coffee mug before pulling out the parking lot. It felt great and I felt naughty too. Oh well I had to go.

Question to all, when you take a dump, do you use paper towels moisten with water of your own pee to wipe up or toilet paper? Anyone keep a coffee mug or those big gulp cups to keep in your car just in case you need to pee in?

Thanks,

--Mr Clogs


Dora aus Bremen

Constipated again

Hi again, after writing my previous post my bowels started working much better, I could go every day or two days without much effort, but unfortunately good things don`t seem to last. I'm now back to my usual constipation. I have not gone in three days and this morning at school I began to feel the pressure of a hard lump in my rectum. There was no way I could use the toilets at school, so I decided to wait until home. When I got home there was nobody, which is perfect for me because I can make grunting noises more comfortably. I sat on the loo, lowered my jeans and panties to my ankles and started to push. I released a couple of stinking farts but the turd did not move at all. I realised it was going to be a stubborn one and began to strain really hard. Nothing. I decided to take off my jeans, panties and shoes, put a stool by the loo and lay my feet on it, my head between my legs and separated my buttcheeks with my hands. I pushed as much as I could, my eyes filled with tears, my butt was hurting, but all I managed to do was some golf balls. After some 15 minutes I was feeling terribly tired and frustrated, so I decided to quit. I put on my clothes again without even wiping my bum (there wasn't probably anything to wipe anyway). I 'll try again later and see if I am luckier. Hope you liked it, bye.


Wendy

Soiled my panties at work & no one knew!

I left school 16 & my first job was working as a waitress in a restaurant. I had to wear a short black skirt that barely covered my bum with a plain white blouse. I thought it wise to wear black panties underneath so that they'd be less noticeable if I had to bend over. We were extremely busy & I hadn't pood for 3 days. The pressure was killing me so I asked my boss if I could take my break so I could go to the toilet but he said I would have to wait untill things quietened down a bit. I had to clench hard while I took the customers orders but it was difficult to concentrate when all I could think about was my urgent need to empty my bowels. I was tempted to just run to the toilet & to hell with the consequences but my boss was watching me & I was afraid of getting into trouble. I carried on taking orders while I struggled with my bowels but after a while I felt my anus being forced open under the pressure of the huge poo that wanted to get out. I tried clenching but my anus was being held open around the emerging poo. I tried to suck it back in but the pressure behind it was too much to hold back. All I could do was let it happen while I carried on working. It was a hard dry poo so there was very little smell & I don't think anyone noticed what was happening. It felt so hot to be pooing myself in such a public place without anyone noticing. I had to stop after about six inches in case the bulge in my panties became noticeable but it eased the pressure & made me feel better. I worked on for another two hours before the work eased up & I was allowed to take my break. I ran to the toilet & locked the door. Then I took off my skirt & panties & emptied the turd out into the toilet. I was lucky my poo was hard & dry so my panties weren't marked. I sat on the toilet & pushed out four more turds & then I was empty. When I wiped I found I needn't have bothered because there was nothing on the paper. I pulled up my panties & smoothed my skirt down & left the toilet feeling very relieved.


Stevie

I made it (almost)

After work on Tuesday I decided to stop at the grocery and pick up a couple items. I went to the back of the store and picked up the first item and was headed to the isle of the second item when I felt the first sensation of pressure.
I grabbed the second item from the shelf and headed to the register. I reached the front of the store and found a register with no customers. As the cashier scanned the items, the pressure mounted and I was clenching to keep it inside. I paid for my items and as calm as possible walked out to my car. After getting in the car, I thought I was safe.
During the twenty minute drive home I had to clench several times...I was worried I would lose control as I walked from the car to the house. As I exited the car I could feel wetness between the cheeks. As a precaution I went to my bedroom and grabbed a clean pair of panties before going to the bathroom. I get in the bathroom, pull down my pants, and sure enough it is beyond wiping, I need to wash my bum and put on the clean panties.


Slow-Shittin' Sammi

Comments for Rag Muffin

That's very interesting what you wrote about with the girls using the guys bathrooms and sitting on the urinals to pee.

Me and my friend Sharon had to do it a couple of summers ago when we were out riding our bikes in this state park and the ladies room had a padlock on it that hadn't been taken off. Like there was no way we were going to sit and pee in one of the two boys stalls because even Sharon, who is more daring than me, wasn't about the sit on either of the two seats because they were just dripping in pee and there was not any a toilet paper to wipe them off with. Each of us took a urinal right next to one another and pulled our shorts and underwear down all the say to our ankles and we sat on the bowl. It hurt me quite a bit because of the awkward shape of the bowl. I made the mistake of spreading my legs out too much as I was peeing and my butt checks almost slipped off the bowl. As I started to slide off,I glanced between my legs and found two large spots of pee on the front of the bowl that I almost slid my mid-section over. The bowl was much higher than the normal public toilet, but both me and Sharon were able to pee. I don't know why, but my pee seemed more yellow than normal and had a lot of bubbles in it. When Sharon shifted her weight because the shape of the bowl was hurting her, some of her pee splashed down to the floor and hit her bare feet.

While you sat on the toilet and peed, I would be interested in what you saw the girls do at the urinals. I'm sure you found it very interesting. Please tell us about it.

Thanks, Rag Muffin, and keep up the great stories.


Timee
I went on that swim meet. I was allowed to compete and I did well. I am just "along for the ride," so to speak, but I pull my weight and not slack off. The girls are pretty good with me. I am a new freshman. I have to chance to either trade up to an affiliated 4 year college or attend college away from home. Anyway, I ate good and I shit good while I was away. The school paid for buffet meals which I stocked up on. Before we left town, I had to pee before. In the main lobby of the athletic building is the women's room where I found one of six stalls, closed the door, pulled down my grey sweat pants, white long johns and white FOL full-cut briefs to my ankles and squeezed out a moderate pee of about 30 seconds. I sat on the bowl instead of squatting, due to the bulky clothes. I wiped my cat and flushed. No other girl had to use the toilet. I flushed, washed my hands and waited for the bus to take us to the state capitol. I did not have to use the bus toilet. So, I slept with my stuffed cat. I love cats, if you know what I mean. After a large dinner of good food, we fooled around, then went to sleep. I shared a room with another girl. I will tell you more in the next posts.

August, I was in the park and I had to use that bathroom again. I took a stall, pulled down my blue cut-off jeans shorts one of my colorful Flirtitude bikini panties to my ankles.I was a bikini yellow with red and black prints with blue leg openings and a black waistband. I was squeezing out about seven hot dog size pieces. As I was dropping them, I farted twice in between, then one more time. Then, I felt bladder pressure and I peed. Then, I heard two girls come in. I recognized the voice. Her friend said to her to go take her #2. "Excuse me, can I have some toilet paper?" I told her that she could have the stall when I was finished. She said that I could just give it to her. She called me, Timee and I recognzed her. I took off a wad so that she would have enough. I am a skinny runt, so my behind does not cover a wide bowl. When I opened the door, I could not keep my legs closed and she and her friend saw it all, my womanhood and my bowel movement. Keesha said, "Girl you had to make bad." I pointed my head bet. my legs and saw what I had done. She took the wad and occupied the next stall. It was a large hadicapped stall. She lowered her black jeans and black FOL panty briefs. We were talking about things. She told me about how her body was changing and that she was happy. That was after her bowels exploded with a fart and a series of plops. She liked my choice of panty. I told her where to get them. I wiped myself and sat awhile longer. She told me that she liked black and that she fell in love with the color. I told her about some of my favorite black panties. My newest was a Flirtitude black bikini with white trim on the waistband and leg opening that had an opening that looked like a male brief. Plus, I bought some American Apparel men's briefs at a close-out..They are in all different colors with white trim. I have not worn them yet. I will wear them with my hip-hugging pants or under my thin West Indian short cotton skirts. I stood up, pulled up my pants and flushed. She did the same. We were adjusting our pants. She still had the bulge under her black panty.

One summer evening in the same park, I had an encounter with Keesha. I had to make #2. I went into the female toilet. It felt like a brick was in my behind. Do any of you ever feel that way? I undid my belt and let down my aqua blue shorts and white panty to my ankles. I wear my shorts and pants tight as a drum. I had to stuff them down on my low-top hiking shoes. I took the handicapped stall. The bowl was high off the ground. So, I was on my tip-toes when I sat. I was evacuating a soft muddy brown movement. Anyway, I heard someone come in and take the adjoining stall. It was none other. She said, "I gotta shit like no other." I called after her. She said, "Is that you Timmy?" I answered, "yes." She lowered her black jean shorts and black panty to her ankles and I heard four loud splashes. She said, "Girl, that felt good. This what is called shitting a brick. We got this toilet all to ourselves." We were talking about things. She said, Let me hold down my johnson while I pee. She let out a gusher. I did not have to. I wiped myself by leaning over and wiping from the back and so did she. I came out of the stalls with my pants undone and she asked should we leave this here. Her movement was four dark brown tree trunks. They were well-formed and they floated in the water. I said "No. Let's flush." We did. She said, "Girl you had it wicked. I told her how it felt." I was fixing my pants so that I was comfortable. So, I poked my finger under my leg openings so that my leg opening lines were smooth under my short-shorts.




Timee
Randi: How old are you?

As you see, I go to the library often. There is one that I refuse to use the toilet. It is filthy. I don't know how girls go in there. Where I live they are pretty decent. The main branch is spacious. I've always used the main branch since elementary school. I do my studying there. I get lost in all those books. I was in high school 9th grade and I had to make #2 one afternoon and I walked into the girls room of the children's library. A little black girl about 2nd grade in a navy jumper was on the bowl in the adjoining stall with her navy tights and pink, red and orange Hanes panty around her ankles. She sat like any typical little girl with one sole on the edge of the other shoe. She was figiting as she like any little kid was making a big one. She sat in there while I lifted my khaki uniform skirt, let down my JC Penney white panty with light blue trim and panty hose. My bowels released loudly braaaaah! a thick brown muddy movement. I sat for about 10 minutes, until I wiped myself good. I used a lot of paper. I shoved it in my rectum hole. I do not like skid marks on my undies.. When I was assured that the paper was clean, I pulled up my undergarments and let down my skirt and flushed. As I was washing my hands in the nearby sink, the kid bent over wiped herself from behind with two small wads and flushed two large brown logs. She pulled her clothes together and came out. She said to me "we both made a big doo-doo. Yours was loud. It scared me."


Ciara

TV in the Restroom!?

Yesterday, the twins came up with the craziest idea ever: to install a 32-inch TV in their RESTROOM! They invited me over so that I could see it with my own eyes. I said in disbelief, "Guys? Do you REALLY need a TV in a RESTROOM??"
Tom's response was, "Um, YEAH! How else are we supposed to prevent missing our favorite shows when we need a restroom break?"
Bill added a, "Duh!"
I just shook my head and we went back to the living room so we could watch the newest episode of "Jersey Shore." About 5 minutes into the show, I felt a really huge urge to poo. I said quietly, "Excuse me," and quickly rushed to the restroom. I sat on the toilet and poo immediately started flowing out of me. As I was shitting my guts out, Bill rushed in and said urgently, "I have to take a shit NOW!"
I stopped my poo and got up so that Bill could use the restroom. He turned on the new TV, pulled down his underwear, and sat on the toilet. He let out a loud fart followed by 2 loud plops. As we were watching "Jersey Shore" in the restroom, I desperately asked Bill to please hurry up because I wasn't done yet. Bill suggested that we share the toilet, and I sat between his legs while Bill wrapped his arms around my waist and placed his chin on my shoulder. We sat there for the next 20 minutes, watching the TV and shitting up a storm. Bill said with a strain in his voice, "Didn't we tell you that this was a good idea?"
"Yeah, you did," I admitted. We stood up to wipe each other's butts, then flushed the mess, turned off the restroom TV and went back to the living room to finish watching our show.


Mr. Clogs

Response to PR's survey

1. Does anyone out there really enjoy pooping? Does it bring any exciting memories to mind? Yes I really enjoy pooping, I really look forward to making a lot of turds filling up the bowl with my piles of hearty, healthy, clean natural poop. When I eat a lot of food rich in fiber, vegetables, less meat, that's when I makes me poop a lot.

2. Does anyone find it erotic? Yes, especially when I make a lot of turds and the aroma of my own turds. Pissing a like a race horse into the toilet while pooping and the hissing sounds really is nice. I drink a lot of liquids mostly water.

3. Do you prefer outdoors or Indoors, Public or Private, Alone or with another person? Hmmmm......I would say indoors in private is the most enjoyable, alone in my home, nice and quiet. I never pooped outdoors in my life, I would like to try it one of these days. That's why I answered indoors.


Ava
My name is Ava and I am 16. I like this forum. I am in Trinidad and we Caribbean girls take pride in our bowel movements. My mother taught me the term "bump-bump" when I was being toilet trained. I always had these huge stools from the time I was little and I felt a bumping in my intestines and when my stools hit the water. As for my taste in underwear. I like all colors. I always had a lot of white and pink. I just started wearing black. We wear uniforms at school. I wear a green skirt and a yellow shirt. I am wearing now lots of green and yellow panties to match. I wear mostly Fruit of the Loom, Marks and Spencer and local mades with no name. I buy them in huge packages. I like either cotton or nylon. I wear nylon when I want to feel sexy. When I have to go, I let down my skirt and my panties to below my knees and either let my shirt of blouse hang or pull it up. Some of us girls at school do so or hike up their skirts. We wear our skirts real short! I sometimes wear panty hose, stockings or long or short socks. My bowel movements vary. They are usually firm long pieces, like bananas. I release anywhere from 2 to 5 or 6 pieces. Sometimes they are soft, loose or I have diarreah.That is when I eat spicy foods. But, I make logs and large sausages. I go at anytime. But, I always have one at 9AM, as soon as I get to school. If not, then at gym.class. Some mornings, I move my bowels at home and I am wearing only a pajama top or my underwear or I am naked. Like a girl, I pee a lot. I am a pretty girl who farts a lot. Sometimes they are silent, but they do stink. I love to pee and I like to hear other girls around me pee. I call my vagina a cat, also. Sitting on the throne is a turn-on for me. I just love to sit on the throne at school in my uniform and my underwear over my black shoes whether at school, home, church or anywhere there is a clean toilet and plenty of toilet paper. I sit with my hands under my chin or holding toilet paper. When I do a "bump-bump," I fart before and as drop my first piece(s). Then, in the middle, I fart again before another piece(s) drop out. There have been times where I have peed in public away from others, but I have been caught. When I was little, I used to play on this bluff and I had to pee. So, I just lifted my dress and squatted on the ground, finished and joined the rest of my friends. Sometimes, I squat or hover over the throne for a pee. Then my pee is loud.

I have a survey for you girls:
1. Is your pee loud?
2. Do you pee sitting, standing, hovering or squatting?

I will answer PR's survey:
1. Does anyone out there really enjoy pooping? Does it bring any exciting memories to mind? Many that I will tell you later.
2. Does anyone find it erotic? I do.
3. Do you prefer outdoors or Indoors, Public or Private, Alone or with another person? Indoors, alone or with another person, like my classmates or a cousin. I prefer to pee outdoors when I have to.

I will tell you more. I did not intend to go this far, but I may as well be honest with you my friends. This site is great. It reaches around the world and no one has to know.


Steve

Beach experience

Here is something that happened today, my last posts were on page 1522 and 1966. I was down at the beach today, after a nice lunch with some friends. As I was walking toward the rest rooms, there were two teenage girls walking just ahead of me in the same direction, they were headed to the women's room on the other side of the wall dividing the men's from the women's. The men's had 2 stalls and a urinal, no one in their, but the strange thing was the main door to the men's side of the rest room was cut in half, the door started about 2 foot off of the ground, so you could see right in the bottom of both stalls if you were sitting around the entrance. None the less, I didn't think more of it, and took a seat on the 2nd toilet, the one by the wall. You could here women talking and toilet paper being pulled on the other side of the wall, but that was it, as for me, I cleaned up the seat, and dropped a satisfing load with a bit of gas. While on the bowl, I could hear the chatter and laughing of girls coming from somewhere outside. It sounded like it was on the outside of the wall that I was sitting next to, maybe they heard a fart, but then the sounds seemed closer. I think the two girls, they looked like they were mid teens, were near the door, and I was right. I pulled some paper, wiped, flushed, and washed my hands, and when leaving they were sitting right on the concrete wall in front of the door. I think they were at the least looking under the door and laughing, but when I left and walked toward the parking lot, I turned around, and they were in and out of the men's room laughing. I am sure they got a peak of the shoes on the floor in the men's room, and maybe a fart, and the wiping process. I could hear them the whole time! This is not the first time that I think girls came into a restroom when I was on the toilet! Whats up with that! LOL Keep up the good thread! Until next time~~




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