Stuck in a lift

To Mr Clogs and to Rose:
I've pood in a cup before. I got stuck in a lift and was bursting for a poo. I thought the engineer would get me out quite soon but when I pressed the alarm button, no one answered. I pressed it a few times but still no answer. I was getting worried I'd have an accident in my knickers and saw a super size fast food cup among the rubbish on the floor. I took of the lid and squatted over it. When I relaxed the poo rushed out of me and filled the cup about 3/4 of the way up. It was a huge relief and wiped on the napkins that were among the rubbish. I then put the lid back on the cup and hid the soiled napkins in the pile of rubbish. 2 minutes later the doors opened and I found the lift was between 2 floors. The engineer helped me out of the lift and I had to get down via the stairs. It was lucky he didn't get to me 2 minutes earlier or I'd have been caught in mid poo and that would have been very embarrassing.
To Jillian:
Wow 9 days without pooing. That's a very long time to hold it. You must have been super desperate by the time you went to the toilet. It's no wonder you were starting to go in your knickers by the time your mum came out. I think the longest I've held my poo was a week and I nearly did it in my knickers on the way to the toilet. It was a phenomenal relief and quite a turn on. When I finished I had to relieve my other need but I won't go into the details for fear of upsetting the moderator! All I can say is it was good. Very good.
To everyone who loves to hold thier poo:
What it the longest you've held it?
Did you make it to the toilet in the end?
Did you want to make it to the toilet?


Latest Story

Last night, I went to the restroom to pee before I took a shower. As I was entering a stall, I heard a girl in the stall beside me say something inaudible. I thought she was talking to me until I heard another girl's voice and realized that the girls were having a conversation while on the toilet. One girl let out a really loud turd, and both girls started laughing. The first girl must have just realized that I had entered the restroom because she said out loud, "Is there someone else in here?"
Both girls laughed again and I finished wiping myself, flushed, and exited the stall. As I was washing my hands, I heard one of them grunt loudly and they both cracked up again. Then, I heard the second girl tell her friend a story about when she had to take laxatives one time because she was so constipated. Then, the first girl flushed and came out of the stall. She saw me and said, "Sorry about that. We do this ALL the time."
The second girl called from her stall, "Sorry, Ciara!" then said to her friend, "It won't come out!"
"I think you need to do one of those breathing things that pregnant girls do when they're giving birth," the first girl replied.
The second girl grunted and moaned, then said, "I'll try again later. That is some small poop!", flushed the toilet, and came out of her stall. As she was washing her hands, she said to me, "I need some fiber, girl!"
"We need one of those Fiber One bars," the first girl said to her friend. The two girls then went back to their dorm and I headed for the showers.

The End


Colton's problem

You need to shave the hair around your anus. There are battery powered pubic hair shavers available at drug stores and online. They work great on the hair around your anus too. I've tried them and they work great. Only problem might be seeing what your doing. A mirror or friend you trust will take care of that.
Good luck!


In answer to J W Poop's Question

J W Poop: I agree with you that it is difficult to speak while you're pushing a poo out of your bum. I chat to girls in the toilets at school when we're in there doing a poo. Most of us take our time to go and chat in between pushing lumps of poo out of our bums. That's what I was doing when I was chatting to Kayleigh. Does that answer your question?

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Mr. Clogs


Rose: You've tried pooping in a drinking glass, if you're still interested, try a large fast food cups because the opening is a bit wider than a drinking glass. Hope that helps and thanks for your posts

Ellen (Catherine's Mom): Hello and welcome! Nice post about peeing in your pants and thank you for describing in detail about yourself.

I >3 POOPING: Nice story and glad that you're back to your old self again. You can release most of your troubles away in pee and poop.

Ashley: Thank you for your warm comments and appreciate your feedback on my short posts. I try to keep them short, sweet and to the point. That's how I like it. Take care and God Bless you too.

I don't have any posts to share well at least for now. Like Brandon T says "I love this site"

Mr. Clogs

a stupid problem


I'm kinda having a problem with my crap, well I have a pretty hairy posterior and my poops been getting stuck in my butt hair, it wont budge. Ive had to walk around with the feeling of doodie stuck to my butt. It's been staining my underwear andd it smells constantly.. (I'm 16 so I have to deal with school and what not) but yeah I've tried to get it out with toilet paper but with no luck.. Feeling very annoyed it's been like this for a while. If anyone has any suggestions please don't hesitate to respond... /:

Hi everyone!! Well we're back at uni now and already I have a couple of stories that might be worth telling! On Monday we all went out for the first time since we got back at the weekend. As we went home Lauren, Natalie & I decided to get something to eat. Not particularly wise, but we went to a late-night kebab place and we all had donner meat and chips! It tasted ok at the time but when I woke up the next morning I was veery close to having a semi-liquid poo in my pyjamas! I had to jump right up and dash to the toilet, just in time. I managed to wrench down my pyjama bottoms and sat down and then I exploded into the toilet! A few soft logs and some mushy squirts of crap filled the bowl quickly. I immediately felt a lot lot better, and after sitting for a few more minutes and pushing out a few more bits of poo, I was done. I wiped (numerous times!) and flushed and went back to bed. It was only about 7am but it took me a while to get back to sleep, and at some point I heard someone who I assumed (correctly) to be Lauren rushing down the stairs and into the loo. Then I thought I could hear what sounded like a few farts and plops in the distance! Turns out Lauren had a similar experience to me, but Natalie got lucky and had no problems after her (after) midnight feast!

Will post more again soon. Bye for now!

Catherine the Freshman
this is in reply to Alice T.

I talked with Chelsea and asked her about it, and she said that when she has her piano lessons they're usually a couple hours and she drinks a lot of water. Her instructor doesn't let her get up to go to the bathroom, because she says that she won't be able to during a performance, so she needs to get used to it. then she said, "you know how if you hold it too long, the urge will go away but come back later? well my practice days are usually exhausting days, and when the urge comes back, I'm already asleep, and I pee the bed without knowing it."

that's all for now, just a quick update.


Mr. Clogs

Pooped into a glass jar

This post I dedicate to all of those who like to go to the bathroom other than the toilet. This post is for you. I needed to take a really urgent morning poop. I had my glass jar that I sometimes use in the middle of the night for my nightly trips to the bathroom without leaving the comfort of my bedroom. The jar was half way full of pee. So I took the piss filled jar from my dresser and placed it on the floor. I took off my pajama pants and squatted over the mouth of the jar. The jar I used to take my morning dump in is one of those old fashioned style canning jars. I gave myself a little push and loads of turds just started coming out of my butt hole. It felt so good relieving myself in my room pooping into the jar. I took the jar into the bathroom to pour out the contents into the toilet and get ready for work. Hope you like today's adventure. Stay tuned for more, I'll keep you posted.

Mr. Clogs


my sister had to go

my sister bent over in her dress, farted - ffft,ffffft,fffft,fffft, four farts. How many more? I was not to find out; she walked to the bathroom, closed the door, but I could hear her. No farts, just poop. Poop, poop, plop, plop, fart, plop. No end to the poops, but finally they all came out with loud plops and I cojuld hear tiolet paper being torn.

Two minutes later, she came out without flushing. I looked in the toilet. All the poops were there. So many little round brown ones. The bowl must have been at least 1/4 full of little poops, that I heard come out. I bent down for a closer look at the poop and the paper. It smelled like poop in the toile and the white paper was a little brown in the middle.


Lady at the Golf Course

I went out to play golf today and the course was not crowded at all. I played alone and rode a golf cart. There was a couple in front of me, a man and woman, who looked to be around late 30s or early 40s. She was very hot, tight jeans, blonde hair, just a good looking lady. They had McDonald's food on the cart with them and were eating as they prepared to play. They teed off as I was arriving at the club house to pay. I took my time practicing putting so they got ahead of me a few holes. As I was teeing off #5, I noticed I'd nearly caught up with them. This hole is dissected by a creek and the 6th tee is to the right after you cross a bridge. They went to the 6th tee as I teed off #5. As I went across the bridge on #5, I saw them driving their cart up the path after hitting their shots. The cart path goes around a wooded, tall grass spot that is several acres in size. Then the man stopped the cart by the wooded area, and actually pulled it over into the weeds a bit. I thought maybe they'd hit a stray shot into the area, but he started looking around while she got out of the cart and went to the wooded grassy area. That seemed strange since the women's tees are located past this point. She was hidden by the cart for the most part but I could see her head then she looked like she ducked down. I continued playing hole 5 and as I was walking off the green, I saw that they were still there, him looking around nervously (they were about 150 yards away). About that time the woman's head popped up and she got back on the cart and they took off. I went to the 6th tee and waited for them to clear out ahead of me, and then hit my shot. As I drove by the spot where they'd been parked, curiosity got the best of me so I stopped and went into the wooded area where they'd been. There behind a tree was a huge pile of fresh poop, with about 5 McDonald's napkins lying by it with brown smudges on them. This hot woman had obviously had to poop, and they stopped and she went in the bushes. I could smell the big pile quite strongly. I guess she got a huge urge that couldn't wait. Interestingly enough, on the 4th tee there is a portable toilet. I guess she didn't need to go then, but couldn't wait until after the 9th hole when they'd have been back by the clubhouse. I caught up with them in the snack bar after 9 holes. She was even hotter than I'd thought. Really a beautiful woman. She smiled and said hello to me when I went in. She was sitting on the one bar stool in the clubhouse where people sit while their drinks and hot dogs are being prepared. They got their snacks and left. I took her bar stool and ordered a hot dog and coke. The bar stool was very warm from her nice butt. I thought how that smelly pile had come out of it a little while ago. On the back nine, on hole #12, I saw them again and they went toward a corn field that is adjacent to the fairway. I thought they'd hit a ball there. No - she got off the cart and I could see from a distance she had what looked like napkins in her hand. She went into the 8 foot high corn stalks and disappeared. Again the man was looking around. Long story short, when I went by this area, I stopped and looked where they'd been. I could see napkins on the ground about 10 feet into the corn field. I went in and there was another pile of loose, near liquid poop on the ground with several poop smeared napkins beside it. This poor lady had a bad time that day. But it made for an interesting round of golf for me!

I have a good friend named Mary who has earned the nickname "The Human Vacuum". She shovels away more food than anyone else I know but still maintains a very shapely body. I often imagined that her bowel movements must be frequent and very large, in order to get rid of all that food she eats. Well, today, I got to see first hand that my theory is correct.

We were hanging out at my house and she told me she had to go to the toilet, and she disappeared for about half and hour. When she back she had a sheepish look on her face but didn't say anything. I thought it was weird, but didn't give it another thought until I got up to go to the bathroom myself. That's when Mary blushed and said, "I, uh, I did a, er... a number two earlier. And, um, it was really big. I didn't know if it would flush."

I didn't really know what to say to that, but I had to pee, so I went into the bathroom. I opened the toilet lid and sure enough, there was a very large turd waiting for me. It looked about 2 inches thick and at least two feet long. I peed in the toilet and tried to flush her massive turd. Surprisingly it did go down just fine. I composed myself, tried my best to hide my "happiness" and left the bathroom.

Third Year of Crapping Problems

I've started my third year of having really difficult craps at school. Part of the reason is that the bathrooms are so busy, I'm becoming more self conscious about taking up too much time in a stall and sometimes I need two or three times to sit and try before I can actually get my crap to move. And it doesn't help that I'm only 3',5" so my feet are not at floor level trying to go in toilets that are very high and with uncomfortable seats.

Each day that I sit to crap is about the same. During passing period after 2nd or 3rd hour, I plant myself on the seat. Each crap requires at least 5 minutes before I can get anything to drop and then it's like just a ball of two. The first part of my crap is very odd-shaped and dry and hard. Because of its size, it's hard to release. I try to rock myself forward and backward as I sit and sometimes that helps a little, but what's different from when I'm a home on a much smaller and normal toilet, my feet are on the floor and I love being able to push or punch my crap out by pushing my weight forward and onto my feet. At school, I can't do this, unless I slide myself off the stool and then I have to put myself back up on it again. Yesterday I was in pain at school for most of the afternoon and after 6th hour, I quickly went in, even took a doorless stall because it was on only one open, but I was unable to punch it out. An hour later, right after school, on the way home, Gopi and I stopped at a convenience store where the toilet was like we have at home. I half filled the bowl and don't think I was on the stool for even 1 minute. Gopi noticed I was crying a little because I was so happy to get rid of that stuffed up feeling in my gut.

I hope things get better because I can't see how they can get any worse.

Just Jerika


Toilet prank

One time me and my friend Beth were at the library and we really had to poop bad. We went to the bathrooms together and went in the same stall. I pooped first and did a few turds then Beth pooped a big load on top of my poop. We wiped but didn't flush the toilet because there was so much poop it was totally plugged. I left a note saying Sorry I clogged the toilet. I really really had to go. Then me and Beth laughed and left the library.


Little Pebble Poos

I was at the local medical school on business last week when I made my usual trip to the mens room to relax, have a wee and check my email and observe the medical students doing their thing. I settled in the handicapped stall when someone entered the adjacent stall. His shoes and khaki pants led me to believe he was an older gent and not a student, who usually wear jeans and sneakers. I was wrong. He sat down and dropped his pants and his picture ID on his belt was visible. It said "student" along the bottom of it and I could make out his picture. He was a dark complected young man of possibly Indian descent. He let out a long wee and then there was quiet. Then he pushed out an amazing amount of little pebble turds. It sounded like this: plip, plip, plop, ???? (pause)plip, plop, plip, plip, plomplomp, plip (short pause), plop, plip, plip, plip, plomp, ????. This went on for about twenty more seconds. There were literally about fifty little plip plops. He did not make any straining or grunting or sighing sounds, so he was not straining to pass these little marbles. He paused for about twenty seconds, then there was a very short airy fart followed by a final ????. He then wiped about three times. At this point, I got up and exited the stall about a second or two before he did. I went to the sink to wash up, and he approached. He was a very studious looking fellow, very nicely dressed (much more dressed up than the average student) in a nicely pressed shirt with the khakis and dress shoes. He didn't seem the slightest bit embarrassed or uncomfortable meeting up with me at the sinks. We both washed up and left. He stopped in the lobby and chatted with a young lady friend. I couldn't help thinking about the amazing performance I had just witnessed and the thought crossed my mind that the young lady he was talking to hadn't the slightest idea what had transpired just a few short minutes ago in the mens room. I left wondering what he could possibly have eaten to have produced those little marble poos.

Brandon T

comments & stuff

First off today september 21st is my birthday and hopefuly I will get my wish and hear a woman pooping I would have said something earlier but I just didnt think about it and yesterday I rememberd right after I submitted my post and it wasnt worth posting again just for that well enough about time for the good stuff.

To: Aimee first welcome to the site and im glad you decided to join us and great story about that outhouse you and your new friend pooping in them together its funny theplaces you meet new freinds and please share anymore stories you may have thanks.

To: Nicola great story about you pooping and peeing in that old garage on that old sofa and sorry about your accident thats the thing with diarrhea when it wants out theres nothing you can do to stop it and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Bill great story about your girlfriend holding her poop for that and then lettting you watch her go and please share anymore stories you may have thanks.

To: Tay first welcome to the site and great story about you pooping your pants it sounds like you enjoyed it and are you going to do it again and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.

To: USA Dude great story about hearing all those women in the porta poties as I said before thats what I love about them and please share anymore stories like that thanks.

To: MaryKate great sory about you and your roomates pooping and you smelling them and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Abbie as always another great pooping story about you and your friends and it sounds like you guys have lots of fun and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Lea as always another great story its sounds like you felt good after that and as always I lok forward to your next post thanks.

To: Ciara maybe it is but you will get over it eventaly and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Rose great story about the different places you pooped and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Ellen (Cathrines Mom) first welcome to the site and I have enjoyed reading your daugthers stories and great stories you will fit right in here and I look forward to any stories you may have thanks.

To: Mr baker the shit maker great sory about your girlfriend please share anymore about her if you have any thanks.

To: Carisa The Forest Dweller first welcome to the site and I look forward any stories you have thanks.

To: I>3POOPING as always another great pooping story it sounds like you had some really good poops and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Cathrine The Freshman as always another great pooping and peeing story and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: The Listening Ear sorry it was the way your last post was worded it made it sound like you were going away and wouldnt post anymore and im glad your not because I always love your stories and I am looking to any new ones you got and as always keep your ears open and I look forward to your next post thanks.

Well thats all for now hopefuly I will get my wish and if I do I will post about it and I just want to say I consider you all to be my friends even though we have never met or at least known it.

Sincerly Brandon T

PS. I love this site


To Aimee

Interesting story about the privy, there was one in my Grandparents summer home but by the time I remember they also had indoor plumbing so I never used it. Isn't it kind of hard to chat while straining for a poo?

Catherine the Freshman
To Riley: It kinda depends on what kind of mood I'm in, lol. Sometimes I'll hold it, and other times I'll just go ahead and go at the first sign. Since I do it all the time, I don't really pay attention. There are, however, times that I'll pee my pants without even realizing it until I'm done and my pants are soaked.

To Whinnie: At least you can have fun in private though! And I can't wait until your next story :)

To Alice T.: You know, I'm not actually sure why she wets the bed more on her piano practice nights lol. I'll have to ask her and I'll let you know. And when we wet her bed that night we were already asleep, but the bed was soaked so we knew that we both had peed. The other girls in the locker room were in the shower, actually, so they might not have been peeing, but they were kinda standing with their legs apart, and it kinda looked like a "peeing stance" I guess lol, so I just thought it was. I like to be hopeful that other girls like to pee in their suits ;-)

To Viviana: That's interesting that you dump your poop onto your sheets. Do you clean it up when you go to bed, or just leave it? I couldn't do that lol. Do you ever pee and poop your pants when your friends are over, and if so what do they think? I do all the time, and my two friends Marissa and Chelsea do sometimes, too, but my other friends don't.

I'm sorry that's all I got today! I'll try to post a story later! Oh, and I'm glad my mom's posting on here now XD


Just a girl...

Desperate pooh!

Yesterday I took the most desperate shit of my life! Let me back up to earlier in the day first. I was at school (college) and I hadn't pooh'd all morning. I felt a little pressure and decided that I should try to go while I had a break (around 3:00). The bathrooms are really small. There is one stall, and two sets of doors and a sink outside the stall. The middle door was propped open so only one door separated the outside from the inside. I sat down and peed and decided that I did, in fact, need to poop. I pushed and nothing happened. I pushed again and I could feel it moving but it didn't come out. I pushed a third time and all of the sudden a long rope started coming out. It fell into the toilet with a soft splash. I turned and looked and it was about 8 inches long and less than an inch thick. It smelled horrible! I flushed to try to eliminate the smell and started to wipe. Someone came into the bathroom then and I was embarrassed that I had to wipe about 6 times. The toilet paper was covered in soft mushy pooh - and lots of it. I washed my hands quickly and left.

A couple of hours later I went to dinner with some friends. We were eating and I had a bit of a stomachache, but nothing too bad. We ate our meal and while we were waiting for the check I had a couple mild cramps. I ignored it and left to drive home. I hadn't been in the car for a minute when my stomach started to really hurt. I drove home trying to ignore it. About 3 minutes later I was rubbing my stomach and breathing heavy. I was suddenly covered in sweat (even though it was 60 degrees out) and had to turn the AC on in my car. My stomach was killing me! I undid my pants and kept driving. Suddenly I had to shit and I had to shit now! I clenched as tightly as I could, covered in sweat and starting to shake. I let a little bit of gas go a couple of times, but then realized that the rest was not gas. Horrible stomach cramps kept hitting me and I was breathing as if it was Lamaze. I was about 15 minutes from home and I tried my best to make it. I actually debated stopping to find a spot in the woods to go. I wasn't quite at the woods yet though so I kept driving. A few seconds later I got a sick feeling in my stomach and I knew I couldn't make it. I stopped at a gas station, buttoned my pants and realized my stomach was so swollen I could barely button them. It hurt so badly! I walked as quickly as I could to the door that I thought was the bathroom and it wasn't. My bowels were lurching and pushing so hard on my ass that I almost lost it. I looked inside and there was no bathroom. I got back in my car and the stomach cramps hit me hard. I had just passed a Dunkin Donuts and I knew I had to go back. I hate going somewhere only to use the bathroom, but it was an emergency.

I pulled into the D&D parking lot and practically ran to the bathroom. I passed the clerk who was outside smoking and came back in because he saw me. I didn't have the heart to tell him I just needed the bathroom. I walked in, locked the door, put my phone down and undid my pants. I sat on the can and the second my butt touched the porcelain everything let go. In one giant flophphsh everything came out in less than a second. I sat there, teary eyed and shaking. I had made it. My stomach and guts were still trembling from holding it for so long so hard. I couldn't tell if I had to go some more or not. After about 10 seconds I decided that I was safe to turn and look. In the toilet, floating on top of the water, were 5 pieces of soft pooh about an inch in diameter but not smooth. They were about 6 inches long each. There were also several smaller pieces of soft excrement. The water was totally brown. I was still breathing a little heavy as I wiped about 10 times to clean up.

I flushed, and was embarrassed as I left D&D. The clerk looked at me funny as I walked to my car and left. I got in my car and realized that I still had a stomachache. It wasn't as bad, but it was still there. I drove home the rest of the way and was still having stomach cramps off and on. They were far less severe than the ones before. I got home and headed straight for the bathroom. I sat down and a huge wet fart came out but nothing else. I cleaned up more thoroughly than I did before, and when I came out my boy was ready for bed. He asked me to come too, and though I wasn't sure I was done going for the night, lying down sounded like a great plan. I got in bed, curled up in a ball and rested my hands on my stomach. It was hurting, making noises, and I could feel my intestines moving and sloshing around under my hands. It took me a while to fall asleep, but I finally did.

I woke up this morning and felt okay, not terrific, but okay. I helped my boy get ready for the day and poured a cup of coffee. As soon as he left I went to the bathroom and resumed my spot on the can. I sat down and all that came was a big wet fart. I gave up and went on doing what I was doing before. I was super gassy and had a bunch of pressure in my guts. I farted several times. Finally, I sat down to start typing this entry. A couple of minutes in my stomach lurched and the pressure started to build again. My stomachache came back. I went to the bathroom, sat down, and in one rush a ton of pooh came out. I looked into the toilet and the bottom by the drain was full of squiggly little pieces all bunched together. There was quite a bit of it. I wiped and was done. I am still passing gas, and I still feel more inside of me waiting to come out. I am off to shower and get ready for work. I am hoping that all of it will pass before I have to leave the house.


one additional note about the American Big Brother

The camera operators/control room weren't supposed to look when houseguests were on the toilet during the first season of the show... but someone in the control room knew about the houseguests toilet paper habits, so they did look.


Questionairre 3: Pooping techniques, advantages and tricks

First of all I wanted to say that I know the last question was random but I was curious because someone got made fun of because he was caught aiming his penis down when he was pooping, although this got dismissed because everyone was wondering why was the person who caught him looking in a stall I have wondered how else you can pee while pooing without aiming it down, I found that most people aimed it down as well this makes me curious. Now for my Questionairre!

1. How do you poop (secretly, scheduled whenever you feel, it when you are in a certain place etc.)

2. Do you poop in one location or wherever you are when you feel it.

3. Do you bring friends with you or wait until friends have to go and then go with them (peeing and pooping)

4. What position do you poo

5. Do you grunt, pull on your stomach, stick your fingers up your butt or anything else to help get the poo flowing

6. What do you do with the toilet paper, ball it up, fold it so it's like a thick napkin of cushybess, wipe one piece at a time etc.

7. Where is the grossest place you've gone (quality)

8. Where is the grossest place you've gone (grossing you out because you shower there, eat there, sleep there or something to that degree)

9. Where is your favourite place to go

10. What is your worst expierience when going to the bathroom (inside or out of the bathrooms)

I know these questions might need a story to go along with them so it is okay of you answer onl a few to shorten your post.

P.S. Although I am asking questions for general knowledge or curiosity sometimes I honestly prefer a good story so I kind of prefer you to answer one question at a time if you think the question needs a good story or it reminds you of good times.

Hide n' Go Poop

Bed wetting incident

I think I said I would tell this story another time so I guess no time is better than right now, but honestly I've been posting so often that this might be on the same page lol. Anyways before I get into te story I have to say I have been holding my poo for about a week now, ever since I hit age 12 I can't hold it that long anymore so I am excited for my relief yet I am also afraid I could explode at any time with bad diarhea. I am holding it for an outdoor field trip for 3 days, they have plumbing but I'm hoping I can go in the woods at least once.

Ok, now for the story. My cousin is 6 year old girl who almost warships me, I hardly see her but every year we go down to her family's cottage, me not having a cottage this is always fun for me. About 3 years ago when she was 3 (as simple math suggests) and We went to the cottage and did cottagish things, I didn't have a poop fetish when I was that young so nothing interesting happened involving that, I simply pooped once and had to go with my 3 year old cousin to the bathroom because she couldn't use it by herself and her parents weren't home. I watched a movie and went to bed, because the movie was on late my cousin was crying because she wasn't aloud to watch it (plus it was 14A). I went to bed with her screaming and just ignored it.

At about 2 in the morning I woke up and noticedy cousin sleeping on my hip, I assumed she had snuck in so she could be with me After fighting with her parents so I let her sleep and went back to bed with a weight on my side.

At about 4 in the morning I woke up to feel a big war spot that went from my shirt to my ankles, it was so far up my shirt that I thought that it must have been my cousin, from the way she was sitting on me it would have spread as far as it did, I looked at my cousin though and she had matching stains, my only thought is that one of us peed and we both rolled around on it. I had to pee pretty badly but as I learned from testing peeing bed (drinking a gallon of wate, waiting until I had to pee then drinking a glass of water before my stomach hurt then going to bed) that when I wet the bed I don't clompletely empty my bladder. After thinking about how to get up to pee I felt more of a warm spot growing on my leg, I realized she was peeing and I decided what the heck, I turned my pelvis so it wouldn't splash her face and just peed, although I wasn't quite turned on by it, it felt good running down my legs.
Well that's my story, wether I peed, She peed, or due to some sub-concious factor one of us felt the other and decided to let it go, Some of me theories include her waking up, seeing I had peed and wanting to be like me did it herself, but the weird part was that her mom was always proud that unlike her friends she had never peed herself unless in a diaper or wet the bed or even as a baby the crib and the same goes for me (I don't know about the crib part though).

I was in a Chemistry class at school this afternoon and had to shit pretty bad. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to leave to go the bathroom until after class There is only one toilet stall in the bathroom by our classroom so it is usually always occupied but I thought I would try. One student from my class entered into the stall just before me. I went to the sink and looked at myself at the mirror as he seated himself down and started to shit. I left and went to my locker to put some of my stuff away. Just then I saw a girl named Carly, who my friend Chris had mentioned to me was single, stopped by and we chatted for a bit. We had already had a brief encounter before and I was going to ask her out so I did. She accepted and told me to meet up at her apartment in the evening. She was really nice and attractive so I was looking forward to hanging out with her.

At that point the urge to shit had passed so I decided to go for a run. I went back to my room at the other end of the campus and got changed before heading to the sports track. It was a pretty hot day so there were very few people on the track. I had consumed a lot of water including some fruit juice before I left as well. I ran about 6 or seven laps before the urge to shit came back. I slowed to a stop and started to walk at a fast pace. Fortunately there was a small building with a men's change room with a washroom and shower near the baseball diamond next to the field. Luckily I had brought a towel and I was sweating a lot so I knew a shower afterwards was going to be necessary. I entered into the building which was empty. I turned the lights on and looked around to check the facilities out. There were two medium size toilet stalls with a shower only stall right next to it and next to it I saw a much larger stall that backed against the far wall so I went to it. Inside there was a toilet right behind the door and a shower in the opposite corner. There was a concrete wall dividing the shower stall next door. The toilet faced the pathway to the rest of the stalls and the entrance to the building so it was a bit unprivate since the gaps on the large stall door were very large. Along the top wall it was all glass with two opening windows which quickly opened since it was rather warm inside.

I took my shoes and sweaty clothes off and seated myself onto the toilet. I let out some farts that I had been holding in and that felt really good. I started to push out a nice log out with little effort. It was still coming out as I leaned forward and spread my legs apart. It was a long turd and since the building was empty I took my time. I stayed seated as I passed more gas before I started to piss uncontrollably due to all the water I had consumed earlier. I leaned back and saw the end of the turd at the front of the bowl. This was a big handicapped style toilet with a big bowl so I knew it was going to be a long one before I even got up. I unravelled the toilet paper as I got up and checked out my long and quite thick turd. I wiped for about a minute before sitting back down because I heard someone approaching the building. It must have been another guy who was running on the track. I could see him enter into the far stall near the entrance through the cracks of the stall door. I stayed seated to hear him take a shit for a couple minutes before leaving. I got up and flushed everything down and proceeded to take a nice refreshing shower.


to the Listening Ear

During the first year of the American Big Brother, I read that one of the female houseguests folded her toilet paper, and another female houseguest grabbed toilet paper in bunches... so the houseguests were viewed by the camera operators, or someone in the control room.

For a more recent American Big Brother, I read that the cameras and microphones where the toilets are, are just turned on when houseguests try to have personal conversations or cry. They showed one houseguest in the toilet room crying on one of the shows.


Gotta go so bad right now

Okay, so I really need to crap, like really really bad. I haven't been in nine days and it's going to come out in my pants if I don't go soon, but my mom's in our only bathroom right now. She's been in there for five minutes but sometimes she takes twenty or even thirty minutes to crap. For as long as I can remember, both me and my mom only feel an urge to crap like once a week or less and so we both do huge craps that take many flushes.

When I was little, I would often plug up the toilet with my huge craps. My mom quickly realized I was like her and she taught me to flush multiple times during my craps. Oh man, I don't know if thinking about crapping right now is a good idea, but I can't think about anything else. It's now been ten minute since my mom went into the bathroom. I'm about this close to losing control. I've been turtle-heading for a while now.

My mom has already flushed twice and each time I hope she's done, but no luck. Oh, finally, she's done. I heard the bathroom door open. I'm gonna run and get in before anyone else.

Whew! Back now and I just barely made it. I finally lost it and started to go in my pants when I was in the bathroom. I quickly pulled down and luckily didn't stain my underwear. I feel amazingly better after crapping. I crapped so much I thought my intestines might just fall out of my butt. I filled the bowl three times before I was done and had to flush a total of four times. That was a "big one" even for me.


To Greg (Mike's Friend)

Mike's lucky nothing worse happened. I had read somewhere many years ago in a medical textbook some stuff about problems associated with spinal cord injuries. I don't remember all of it, but I remember at least part of two things, first that (especially in kids) right after the injury if possible, they should try to pee so that they don't build up too much pressure on either the bladder or abdomen. The other was about emptying a full bladder (extremely distended bladder/abdomen) later on by catheterization and that it shouldn't be done all at once as the rapid drop in abdominal pressure could bottom out their blood pressure. This is likely what happened to Mike, although I wonder just how accurate the info is as I'm betting that at least one of the others was probably a bit tipsy, and their judgement was probably impaired.

Thursday, September 22, 2011


The Privy

I've read some of the posts on this site a few times, but haven't plucked up the courage to put a post on it until now. I'm 15 and live in the UK. I live in Bristol, a large city near the border of England and Wales. A few months ago, my parents took me and my younger sister, who's 13, to visit an elderly great-aunt who lives in a very remote part of the countryside. One thing I couldn't understand about my great-aunt's cottage was that it didn't seem to have a bathroom or toilet inside. I asked my great-aunt where the toilet was. She told me it was in a small outhouse at the bottom of the garden. Next morning, I ventured out into the garden to look for the outhouse my great-aunt had mentioned. As I was standing outside my great-aunt's cottage, a girl the same age as me came out from one of the other cottages. She introduced herself as Kayleigh and said she'd seen me and my family arrive. She then said, "You on your way to the privy?" "Um, I'm on my way to the toilet, wherever that is?" I replied. She smiled and said, "I'm on my way there now. I'll show you where it is." She lead me to a row of what looked like small sheds at the bottom of the garden and opened one of the doors to reveal a wooden bench seat with a hole in the top. I noticed a bucket of water in front of the bench seat and asked what it was for. "For flushing," was the reply.

Kayleigh stepped into the outhouse she had opened and I watched as she undid her trousers and let them fall down around her ankles. She grinned, pulled down her knickers and sat down. She made herself comfortable and rested her hands on her lap. I saw her stomach pull in and I knew she was doing a poo because I pull my stomach in when I'm doing a poo. Kayleigh asked me to close the door. I went into the outhouse next to the one Kayleigh was in, closed the door and undid my jeans. I could hear Kayleigh straining as I pulled my jeans and knickers down and lowered myself onto the seat. I was surprised how comfortable the seat was. I leaned forward and clasped my hands in front of me and struck up a conversation with Kayleigh, which continued until Kayleigh told me she had finished and would catch up with me later. I sat there doing a poo and finished with a wee, before wiping my bum with the toilet-paper that was standing on the seat beside me.

I told my sister about the outhouse and she went down and used it. When she came back ten minutes later, she remarked how comfortable it was to sit on.

I seemed to arrive at the outhouse the same time as Kayleigh most of the mornings I was staying with my great-aunt. We had some quite interesting chats while were having a poo.

One afternoon, Kayleigh took me and my sister through some woods and all of us needed to wee. So we did a wee standing up because there were a lot of stinging nettles about. We couldn't stop laughing! My little sister said, "I hope nobody wants to poo with all these stinging nettle about. They'd sting their bum." Kayleigh laughed and said, "I do, but I don't squat - for obvious reasons!"

The last morning I was at my great-aunts cottage, Kayleigh and I paid our last visit to the outhouse together. As we sat there, I discovered that she was from Bristol, too, but on the opposite side of the city from me. I've gone shopping with her a few times since and we've similar chats in the toilets in one of the shopping malls in Bristol. But that's another story.


Different place to poo

I got home from work this afternoon desperate for a pee and a poo so I went to the loo and had a very relieving pee but held my poo. It wasn't easy to hold my poo when peeing especialy as I had a full bladder to empty. When I finished my pee I got off the toilet and pulled up my knickers and jeans and went out for a walk to find a good place to poo. I knew a few alleys around my area and there were some empty garages in various states of repair. There wasn't a lot of privacy so I decided to wait untill I found somewhed else. By now I really had to poo and I didn't have much time to look for another place to poo. My ???? was aching and it was trying to force its was out of my bum hole. I had to clench hard to avoid messing myself. I thought about giving up and going home but where was the fun in that? Then I noticed some bushes at the end of the alley so I took a look to see if it would be private enough to do my business. I was in luck because the bushes concealed an old garage that had obviously been unused for years. There were no doors on it but the bushes hid it well enough to get some good privacy. I went inside and found and old sofa and some old clothes in one corner. I was about to fill my underwar by now so I took off my jeans and knickers and sat on the sofa. I relaxed and let my poo flow out into the cushions. It was soft and mushy so it came out easily but it spread out everywhere. I pushed a lot out and by the time I was finished it was a huge relief but what a mess! I used the old clothes to clean up and it took some doing I have to say. Once I cleaned up I put my knickers and jeans back on and left.


Girlfriend held it for four days

My girlfriend Sara went out of town for a business trap lasting four days. When she came back I was happy to see her, but then she said, "Oh man, Bill, I really gotta take a dump" which excited me greatly. She continued as we were walking to the bathroom, "I held it the whole four days for you and I almost didn't make it."

She sat down on the toilet and spread her legs and began to poop. She let out a big turd with a sploonk. Then she leaned forward and pressed her hands against her stomach, moaned a little, and started to push out another turd. She kept on pooping turd after turd for a while and she was stinking it up real good. After a bit, she stood up and I saw the toilet filled with her turds. She flushed two times and then sat back down and told me, "Hold on, I got some more in me".

After letting off several more turds, she let me see again. There was a lot of poop in the bowl, but not as much as before. She wiped herself clean and then flushed again.

Needless to say this was one of the best experiences of my life.


After Cheerleading

My name is Taylor. Long time reader. I'm female, and from a town called ???? located in South Carolina. Also I'm 17 and a senior in high school. I'm five foot four and I have black hair. I have a skinny good looking body. Any back to my story. The other day i was laying on after i got home from cheerleading. As i was laying there a feeling came to my stomach that told me that i needed to poo. I was extremely tired and didn't want to go up stairs to the bathroom. The idea crossed my mind to just go in my pants. It seemed naughty and turned me on so much. I pushed a little and pooted. My anus started to open as my big poo started to come out. I kept pushing as more gas started to come out. It slowly was filling my blue striped panties. Finally after one hard push i was done. i took my hand and felt the load in my pants. It turned me on so much. I sat on the couch and rubbed it in. After i finally when't up stairs and slowly pulled down my pants. It was a mess and poop was every where. All i could see is light brown poo in my crack. Thank goodness i had some babywipes.
That's all i have sry.

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USA Dude

Female Porta Potty Sounds

I went to a professional golf tournament this past week and weekend in a major Midwest USA city. The toilet facilities were porta-potties, located around the course, all unisex. Over 5 days of attending and drinking beer which goes through me like crazy, I had numerous trips for personal #1 and #2s, I heard many toilet sounds from both sexes but will comment only on the females I heard. These porta-potties are private, but butted against one another with vent screens at the top, so sound travels like you were in a public restroom stall next to someone.
1. On Wednesday at the pro-am, I went to a set of porta-potties to take a dump. I went into the second one of about 10. No one else was there. As I turned around to close the door a young, about 25 year old redhead, nice build was approaching the units. She was a volunteer for the tournament (they all wore tan tight fitting slacks). She took the potty next to me. I sat down and she started unrolling TP, I presume for a seat cover. Then she sat down, did a buzzing fart, and about 5 splats and plops. She peed and wiped 4 times then left, all in a matter of about a minute or two. I saw her out by the fairway when I went out and walked by. She smiled. She was quite hot, with the tight fitting slacks accenting a fine rear end.
2. On Thursday, a couple of instances. One woman, about 30, who was managing a concession stand was rather short, built OK, with blondish brown hair and wore Sarah Palin type glasses. She went to a set of porta-potties near her concession stand. I was heading that way as well. She went into the third unit, and I said what the heck and went into the second. She sat down and splatted poop, no gas, then wiped and left. I actually heard the same thing from her the next day. Later another lady from the concession stand, about 40 with blonde hair, OK looking, with the same tight fitting tan pants came to the porta potties just as I was entering. She took the unit next to me, which I was happy about. She sat down and did a wet sounding fart and some mushy poop started splatting into the toilet.
3. On Friday, a highlight. A young woman, early 20's, long dark hair, great body, an absolutely beautiful young lady. She came to the units and I was lucky in that the only other open one was right next to her. I went in, she did the TP toilet seat cover routine, then I heard her take down her pants. About 5 seconds later a very heavy PLOP, then PLOP, PLOP, PLOP - four big sounding turds. She began peeing and as her pee trickled down, another heavy plop and she exhaled a quiet UHH grunt. She wiped about 4 times and left.
4. On Saturday morning I arrived early. I needed to dump and went toward a bank of porta potties near the gate where the volunteers entered. As I approached the potties, a woman volunteer, maybe 40, attractive, with brown hair and nice rear end, entered the gate. She went toward the porta potties, but another volunteer, a man, was coming the other direction and he stopped her to talk. I passed by them as she was telling him where she was volunteering. He said he was going that direction and would walk with her. She said she had to go to the restroom first. He said OK. I rounded the corner and took the first porta potty. Seconds later I heard her come into the one right next to me. She could have chosen a least 20 other empty units, but she took the one next to me. I was happy about that. I heard her pull down her pants and sit. Immediately she let out a loud fart and dropped 3 heavy sounding turds rapidly. I cleared my throat to signal I was next to her. About 10 seconds later she farted quite loudly again and another 4 plops with an whispered grunt UHHH at the end. I finished my dump, which I'm sure she could hear, and began to pull TP to wipe. This was obviously audible to her. Then she farted loudly a 3rd time and plopped twice more then started peeing profusely. She was wiping when I left and went to the hand washing station. She came out and joined me at the washing station, did not make eye contact, and just washed her hands. I later saw her at her volunteer post.
5. On Saturday, another concession stand worker, this time a girl about 18. She had on extremely tight fitting slacks, a fantastic butt. I took the unit next to her and she started to PLIP, PLOP, PLIP, PLIP, PLOP - many small sounding ball-like turds hitting the water.
6. Another time on Saturday, a woman in her 30s, a bit ???? with a short skirt on, went to the porta potties as I was. I took the one next to her. I heard some light plops as the toilets were now filling up with used toilet paper. She and wiped at least 8 times. I went out to wash my hands and she came out and left without washing up. Out of curiosity, I went into her porta potty and there was a ton of TP on top with large brown smears on it.
7. When I was leaving the tournament on Saturday afternoon, a woman about 40, blond, built well, pretty face took the unit next to me as I was entering to pee before hitting the road. She did the TP seat cover routine, then sat down and immediately let a loud strained fart, some plops, and after about 10 seconds, she did a very loud UHHHH grunt.
8. Sunday was a bonanza. Started with a 60'ish woman who came in beside me as I was entering. I was surprised how many women went in beside me when they had a choice of going down the row. She sat and had no gas but plopped heavily and was sighing between each turd drop.
9. Later on Sunday a girl about 18 or 19 entered next to me at the same time. She started peeing and ripped a huge fart.
10. Around noon, a woman about 50 went in beside me and peed profusely and as her pee trickled to a stop, a loud plop of a turd. In the early afternoon, things got even better. I went to a busy set of porta potties and my only choice was to take one next to a late-30's woman in tight slacks, really a nice looking lady. She was quiet for a minute then a heavy plop. I heard another 50's woman who took the unit next to me start peeing then began a very slow, not very loud but certainly audible fart that went on for about 10 seconds, the whole time she was peeing.
11. About 2 hours later a great experience. A young 20's woman, tall, beautiful, long blonde hair, skin tight white jeans, and calf-high boots took the unit next to me as I entered a busy bunch of porta-potties. She sat and I heard a splat of poop, just once, but she was definitely pooping.
12. Lastly, as I was leaving the tournament on Sunday, I went to a set of about 25 porta potties. All had red tags indicating occupied and people were waiting. A couple, around 45 was just ahead of me. Three units opened simultaneously, two were next to one another. The man took the unit that wasn't by the two open ones, leaving her and me to go in next to each other. She was blonde, nice looking. She took a seat and started doing quiet UHHHs, and I heard a wet fart. I listened and she started dropping loose sounding poop into the toilet. She then farted pretty loudly again, and more loose poop. Then a third longer and louder fart which was punctuated with poop blown out into the water.
It was definitely a good place to hear some goings on in the toilets.

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