My new chamber pot

Hello all. Pooperlady here.

I used to have a margarine container that I would pee in in my bedroom, if for some reason I couldn't get to the bathroom (someone was in it, or too embarrassed.) It worked pretty well, except sometimes I had to pee a lot and it wouldn't hold all my pee at once. Recently, though, I found a bigger plastic container. This new container can hold much more pee, even my first pee of the day, which is always a big one.

Happy peeing and pooping, everyone!

A couple days ago I tried an experiment to have a really huge crap. All of my meals for the day were high in fiber and I ate huge portions, much larger than normal. In addition, I had a glass of water with a dose of fiber powder with each meal. I farted a ton during the day but they didn't really smell.

The next morning, I woke up and ohh man did I ever have to crap! I rushed to the bathroom and yanked down my panties, plopping down on the toilet just in time to pass a fat turd. It crackled out pretty fast at first then slowed down some. I enjoyed the pleasure from having my hole opened by a turd. The turd kept growing and growing, like it wouldn't ever stop. But, eventually it did. I wanted to examine my masterpiece, so I stood up.

One end of my turd disappeared around the bend at the back of the bowl, and the other came up to the front of the bowl and poked out of the water just a bit. I felt bad for flushing such an amazing creation, but I had no choice. I wiped my butt and needed just one pass to feel clean, then I pushed the flush.

Just a girl...
As you can tell by my previous posts, I get diarrhea pretty often (1-2 times per month). Well, yesterday I had the worst diarrhea and upset stomach that I've had in years. That's saying something!

I went twice in the morning - soft but solid. I was doing fine until early evening. I was hanging out watching a movie when I started to get an upset stomach. It wasn't horrible, but I was uncomfortable. A few minutes later I needed to go to the bathroom. We paused the movie and I sat on the toilet. As I sat there my stomach got more upset and I started getting cramps. Nothing would come out. I pushed a few times and was able to pass a small soft blob. The urge to go was strong, but I couldn't go. I waited a few minutes and I passed a few more blobs of pooh. I couldn't go anymore. I went back to watch the movie.

About 15 minutes later my stomach was getting more and more upset. I had to go again. I went back to the bathroom and had to push a lot, but managed to get out more soft blobs. My stomach was extremely upset! I'm sure my neighbors could hear it gurgling. My intestines were cramping and I could hear liquid sloshing around. I was cold and hot. I had goosebumps. I was doubled over with stomach cramps. I thought my stomach would explode but nothing would come out. I was just about ready to give up when my stomach did a summersault. I felt so sick I thought I might throw up. My stomach was in knots and churning like crazy. I tried to rub it, tried to shift around on the toilet. I passed another soft blob. Then I got a sharp pain in my lower gut followed by another. I was hot. My stomach turned again and I got the urge to go. I relaxed and a huge wave of chunky diarrhea rushed into the toilet. My stomach turned again. I sat there as several smaller waves came out. I still felt super sick to my stomach. I still felt like I had to go. I was still having cramps and my stomach was churning. Nothing else would come out. I started to wipe and get myself cleaned up when I got the urge to go again. I stopped wiping and leaned back and had a few more waves of chunky diarrhea. I couldn't go anymore though I still felt like I was going to burst. I cleaned up and stood up and pulled up my pants. I no sooner buttoned them when I had to go again. I tore down my pants and sat and had more diarrheas. I felt sicker to my stomach than I have felt in years. Finally I was done for now. My stomach was rolling.

I ended up having to talk to a friend for a few minutes but the entire time I knew I was going to have to go back to the bathroom. I excused myself and headed straight back to the toilet. It took a minute or two before I could go again. I was miserable. Finally, my stomach turned and I could feel everything moving. A huge torrent of liquid diarrhea rushed into the toilet. About a gallon of it flowed out my ass. I spent the next 20 minutes or so pissing out of my ass. Every time I thought I might be done I would get another cramp and let out another wave. I felt awful. When I felt like I couldn't go anymore, I cleaned up and left. I still didn't feel done, and I knew I would be back in the bathroom, but nothing would come out for now.

Not 10 minutes later I was running back to the toilet. I barely made it before I exploded with a gaseous liquidy fart. I had two more violent waves and finally felt okay to leave.

I did not go again before bed, and my stomach was feeling much better but I still didn't feel 100%. I still got a slight sick feeling off and on, and it was making a lot of noise. I fell asleep and I woke up a few times through the night and passed gas. No trips to the toilet. This morning I had bad gas again. I started to feel like I needed to go, so I got up to go to the toilet. On the walk the urge became urgent. I ran in and had a lot of chunky diarrhea. This time it came out in one huge wave. I felt better afterwards.



I was out shopping this morning when I felt the urge to pee and poo. I was at the checkout and prayed the que would move quickly as I was dying to go. Finaly I was through the checkout and I took on trolley to the car and loaded the shopping into the boot before returning the trolley and got my pound coin back. By then I was about to wet myself and ran back to the store to use the customer toilets. I had a super relieving pee but held my poo as it wasn't that bad and I prefer to do that at home in my own toilet. I went back to the car and started up but when I pressed the clutch down to put it into reverse I couldn't engage the gear and it made a grating noise. The pedal felt all slack and I had to call the Green flag people out to fix the car. Half an hour later they turned up and by then I was feeling a big urge to poo. The guy looked under the bonnet and almost immediately said the clutch cable was broken. He said it was an easy repair but he would have to get a new cable from a car spares shop. Luckily there was a Halfords on the same estate as the supermarket so he we walked over there and they had one in stock which I was pleased about. Twenty minutes later it was fitted and I could select my gears again. I thanked him and he left but by now I was getting desperate for a poo. When I got in my car I felt my bowels trying to push and I had to clench to avoid having an accident. As I drove off I couldn't help noticing how nicely the car drove with the clutch fixed and I think it must have been on the way out for a while before it failed. Anyway I was dying for a poo by now and was glad I to have my car working because I live six miles away from the store and there was no way I'd make it home in time on the bus. Well I got home in ten minutes and got out of the car when I felt my bowels pushing down hard and I had to clench hard as I ran to the house. I made it with seconds to spare and and ripped my knickers and jeans down before sitting on the toilet to have a very relieving poo.

Mrs. Toilet Trooper

House of Horror

Hi. My name is Ebony and I am new to ToiletStool. I'm a 5'4," 126 pound 20-year-old Jamaican-American cosmetologist and currently a college sophomore. Appearance wise, my skin colour is medium-brown and I currently have neck-length dreadlocks. Recently, after reading people's embarrassing stories for a while, I wanted to share my own embarrassing stories, but the problem was that nearly all of them involved excretion and did not appeal to many people because of that on other sites. Thus, I searched for a website where I could share my stories and others could relate. From what I read on this site, I think this site actually, by far, exceeded my expectations. It seems perfect. Well, here is a story of mine and I hope you enjoy it unlike the people on other sites. It might be a little long, but I hope that's not a problem. I call it "House of Horror."

Last summer, I spent much of my time going on vacation with my husband Brandon and the kids. I know that being 20-years-old and married with children might seem unusual, but Brandon and I have always been very close. However, in July of 2011, rather than a vacation, Mum called and asked if I wanted to take a weeklong trip with the family at Raleigh because my great-grandma fell terribly ill. Concerned, I headed to my great-grandma's house in Raleigh with my mum, siblings, and a few cousins. Despite the exterior of the house looking beautiful, the interior was a house of horror because Great-Grandma could not keep the house clean for a while during her sick days. After unpacking in the guest room, which was, thankfully, much more cleaner than the rest of the house, I helped Mum clean up a portion of the house. Afterwards, the entire family joined Great-Grandma at the hospital. We stayed by her side until nighttime. We returned home at about 10:00pm and prepared for bed. Because the majority of the house was still messy, my brothers and cousins did not want to bathe, so they stayed in the other guest room and watched television in their own stank. My 21-year-old sister, Coco, however, the oldest sibling, took one of her infamous long showers while I had to defecate pretty badly. While waiting for her, my stomach hurt more and more, so I finally got up and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Coco shouted in a singing tone.

"It's Ebony. Please let me in; I have to use the latrine, badly."

"Okay." A few seconds later, Coco opened the door completely naked covered in soap, complete with water dripping on the latrine floor, which probably made the floor somewhat cleaner.

"Oh, thank you," I said, relieved. I yanked down my clothes to my thighs and sat calmly on the toilet, something I regretted because the toilet was not clean. After I peed, I pushed out a rather heavy log that stank up the latrine. Shortly after, Coco moved away the shower curtain and looked at me with a scrunched up face, apparently unpleased with the smell of the latrine.

"You did not tell me that you had to shit." She said sternly with her eyes fixed on me, squinted, as if I was a conniving little something.

"You didn't ask," I replied while grunting as I pushed out another piece of shit, followed by a large splash.

"Ew, that's nasty." she said, keeping her scrunched up face intact. Now, a stronger odour of shit filled the latrine, resulting in a rather squeamish odour of shit and shower gel mixed and amplified by the shower heat.

"Ummm, a little privacy please?" I said, annoyed at the fact that she still stared at me.

"No," she said. "You came in here and stank the bathroom up, so you get what you deserve."

"You know what, I'll just wait until you finish showering. Pretty soon, the water would get cold and you're going to come out sooner or later."

"No, I'm not coming out any time soon. You know you're not done, so you better finish before that stomachache gets worse."

She kept her eyes fixed on me as I pushed out another piece of shit, complete with rather loud crackling sounds before it splashed audibly into the toilet.

"Ew," she said again.

"You know, if it's so nasty to you, why don't you close the shower curtain and stop looking at me?"

"Even in the shower, I can still smell it, no thanks to you."

"Well, you shouldn't have let me in the latrine then."

"I didn't want you to have an accident, but yeah, you're right!"

"Well, if you're not going to give me any privacy, I'll make you do it."

"Oh really," she said with a smirk. "What are you going to do?"

"You'll see," I said while looking around the latrine. In the process, I pushed out another piece of shit, which splashed loudly in the toilet, causing the toilet water to splash on my butt.

Coco laughed. "That's what you're going to do? Just shit?" She laughed again.

"Just wait." I looked at the sink and realised the house had terrible plumbing when I first arrived. "I'll do this." I turned on the latrine sink and the water in Coco's shower got cold instantly, causing her to back away.

She screamed. "Turn the water off! Turn it off!" she begged. "Do you promise to leave me alone then?" "Yes, just turn it off! I'm freezing and my feet are cold!" I heeded her pleas and turned off the water, allowing her to shower in warm water again. Thankfully, she never looked at me again while I released several more logs, each plopping loudly in the toilet and adding to the stench of the latrine. When finished, I grabbed the toilet paper roll on the back of the toilet, when she peeped out the shower again.

"I know you're not going to watch me wipe my ass, are you?" I asked while reaching for the latrine sink faucet. Anyone watching me wipe is a big no-no, period, no matter who it is. "No!" Coco said in a panic. "I just wanted you to know that I'm coming out soon."

"Oh good," I said sarcastically. "Well, please put your head back in there; I don't want you to watch me wipe." She did.

After I wiped for about twelve times, I arose off the toilet and pulled on my clothes. "I'm about to flush," I warned Coco, as flushing could have changed the water's temperature. When she moved away from the water, I pressed the toilet handle. When I finally thought that mad moment ended, the toilet water rose and completely overflowed, covering the whole latrine floor in shit and my used toilet paper. Coco turned off the shower and on her way out, she noticed the ensuing chaos on the floor and screamed. No thanks to Coco's unnecessary and dramatic scream, everyone else in the house got up to see what happened and they too noticed the shit on the floor. They all looked disgusted. "Whoever did this needs to clean it up, asap." Mum said, her Jamaican accent heavy as ever. "It was Ebony!" Coco shouted while pointing at me, causing the rest of my siblings and cousins to laugh as they went back to their rooms.

"Clean it up, Ebony!" Mum demanded. I was extremely embarrassed. Coco waited in the tub to avoid stepping in toilet water and shit as I went to the kitchen to get the mop, floor cleaner, and an old rag. I went back into the latrine, and picked up each piece of shit by using the rag, while, at the same time, getting a view at the messy gunk around the latrine floor. Additionally, the shit that I picked up smelt 100 times worse than when in the toilet. "Hurry up!" Coco said frantically. "Shut up! That's what I'm doing." Eventually, I picked up all the shit, flushed the toilet, which worked this time, and mopped the floor clean. "Thank you," Coco said as she stepped out the shower. After cleaning, I was still very shamed and most importantly, in need of a serious bath. After I took my shower, put on my clothes in the guest room, and went to bed with Coco, she nicknamed me "Mrs. Toilet Trooper." Still, the next days were better and we spent most of our time at the hospital with Great-Grandma, where she recovered.

Just a guy
Leanne- Great story! I'm glad that both you and the ginger hair girl made it to the toilet in time. It sounded like you had a big relieving dump & as badly as you had to go, it sounded like the ginger hair girl may have had to go even worse.

Anne - great story about the daughter of your friend - it sounded like she wasn't embarrassed at all going in earshot of you and your husband or leaving behind a big one for anyone to see.

Millie - interesting story - felt bad for your mom not having any paper though.

Abbie - glad to see your posting again - it was a great story

Annie - I'm glad you're going normally.

Shortie - congrats and great story.

Amylee - I'm not sure if you're still here, but if you are, I miss your posts about your workplace as well as those involving your friends.

Martin - enjoyed your post about hearing Hillary go.

Brandon T

Coments & stuff

To: Allie as always another great set of peeing stories your first one sounded like you really had to go alot and really soaked your goodnite to and your second one it sounds like you had another desperate pee outside it sounds like both times you felt pretty great afterwards to and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Kilroy first welcome back and great story about you watching your wife pee and poop it sounds like you both had alot of fun to and I look forward to anymore stories you have like that thanks.

To: Klayce great story it sounds like you had a pretty rough time to that sucks.

To: Lisa great desperate peeing story it sounds like you really had to go and I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Pat as always another great set of stories it sound like Clarissa has some great stories of her own the first one I bet that officier learned to be more careful next time but it sounds like she had a good time writing up that report while also taking a dump to and great story about her outdoor poop to it sounds like she really had to go and probaly felt pretty good afterwards and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Millie as always another great story it sounds like you relly had to go if it was already coming out lucky it was solid and that other girl sounded like she was beyond despertate and almost didnt make it in time and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Anne And David as always another great set of sotries Anne it sounds like you got quite the show with all those women and girls needing to poop and at least you made it without having any accidents and as alway I look forward to your next post thanks.

Well thats all for now.

Sincerly Brandon T

PS. I love this site

Observant Guy

A Lady in a Hurry

Hello every one,

I have a short story to share today.

Today as I was entering an office building for my weekly meeting with one of my clients, I observed a woman in desperate need of relief. She was about 5' 5" maybe shorter, in her mid thirties or early forties. She had dark brown hair, and tattoos on her arms and chest they were noticeable because she was wearing a teal tank top and black capris, with all that I saw at first glance. I didn't notice her footwear. Anyway... as I was entering the lobby door, she passed by me and headed up the stairs in a near jog. In many of my visits to this building I have noticed that most of the ladies who work there use the rest room on the second floor. Why? Because the restrooms upstairs are bigger...

So... As I made my way up the stairs, I saw her enter the ladies room. The restroom lights are on sensor (judging by the mens room) and they were already on when she entered. Before the door closed I counted 3 stalls in the mirror, none of them occupied. The lady button hooked and entered the first stall. At this point I stayed a second out side the door to listen because the walls are thin enough hear. (I did this once before when my client used the restroom a couple years ago) I heard the stall close, then a few seconds later I heard a booming fart muffled by the walls. I wanted to stay to determine if it wasn't just a fart while peeing... I wanted to time it to see how long it was going to take her before she flushed, then I was going to go back by the water fountain which was between both restroom doors, see if I could catch a whiff of her bowel movement. It would have all worked well, but I was going to be late for my meeting so after a few minutes... I headed to my client's office...

Mike of MD
Here's my answers to Lucy Loo's Survey; But first i am 52 years old
1. A couple of years ago at work
2. At Work
3. Jeans and Undies and work shirt
4. A couple of hours
5. Sometimes
6. Yes if somebody see's it
7. No
8. At work
9. At Work
10. Sames as number 3
11. A hour or more
12. No
13. Yes
14. No
15. For pee i would drip dry/ forr poop i would use underwear
16. Sometime i do

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Survey answers;

Leanne- great post about waiting for a toilet with all those girls! Sounds like you and that other girl were desperate!

Millie- I enjoyed your stories so far! I've had to go out for toilet paper once or twice too. The last time wasn't that long ago. On the way I had to pop in to one of my universities buildings because I couldn't wait to get home to have my poo!

1. When did u last wet yourself by accident ?
Not since I was a child

2. Where were u and how did it happen ?
No idea!

3. What were u wearing at them time u wet yself ?
No idea

4. How long can u hold ya bladder?
A few hours unless Ive been drinking lots of water

5. Do u hold till u have an accident because ur too involved in something else to use the toilet ?
No, I try to go when I start to get fairly full

6. Did u get embaressed when u wet yself ?
Probably- so long ago I can't remember

7. Have u ever wet yself on purpose or out of pure laziness?

8. When did u last poo yourself ?
When I was about 8 or 9

9. Where were u and how did it happen ?
I was at a museum with my dad and I had diarrhea and couldn't hold it long enough

10. What were u wearing at the time u messed yself ?
Not sure

11. How long can u hold ya poo ?
Not that long. Usually less than an hour before I'm desperate, maybe a couple of hours before I'm very near an accident

12. Were u doing something else,got distracted and that's why u messed yself ?

13. Were u embaressed when u messed yself ?

14. Ever messed yourself out of pure laziness to go to the toilet, or out of convenience ?
No. I pften wait until I'm desperate but I always go at some point!

15. What do u do if there is no toilet paper? Do u go and not wipe, try to find another toilet with paper or hold on and hope u won't shit yself in the meantime?
I will try to find another toilet. I don't like trying to hold it until I get home because I can't wait that long to poo, especially if I've just found a toilet but then can't go. I will (and have) go out of my way to find another toilet- sometimes I've probably spent longer looking than it would have taken me just to go home!

16. Do u enjoy wetting or messing yself?
Not at all

Today I had an exam and it was one of those times where I spent a while trying to find a toilet. By the end I was really needing to do a poo. The exam was held in a really old building and the toilets only had one cubicle that was out of order, so I had to head somewhere else to do my business. It was a 20-minute walk home and I probably could have made it but I don't like taking a chance on making it my urge is any more than slight, and walking for a while usually makes me need the toilet more anyway!

I decided to go to the psychology building which was the nearest one I could think of that had toilets I could use. That was only minutes away but when I got there I was needing a toilet soon. But oh joy- the only ones I knew of were closed for cleaning, although there was no sign of an actual cleaner the door was locked. So I had to go to the student's union. I went to the toilets and took one of the three cubicles and unloaded four big logs into the bowl.

Well i had my doctors appointment and im due late jan. Im 4 weeks on thursday. Im excited to be a mummy again but i know i may have some excellent pooping over the next 8 months. Last time i was 6 months when i found this site but i'll be here for the whole experience. Well i havent been too bad yet. No more of a struggle than usual so far. Right now im sitting on the toilet getting ready to go. I'll now begin my pushing. Uhhhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhh, its coming. Uhhhhhhhhhh, PLOP, PLOP, PLOP. And relax. Theres more to come i think. Trying again. Uhhhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhh, this bit feels hard on my cheeks. Its not coming any further. Going to have to grip the toilet seat and bare down and push harder. Edge bit stuck. UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, and breathe. PLOP, PLOP. Dont think that was a pregnancy poop struggle as ive been going fine since friday when i found out. Probably as i had sweetcorn last night and im usually a little constipated after. I will look forward to sharing my pregnancy poops soon. BYE


TO: PooerMom

Just a calrification to ur story / answer but did the bench/restromm have vertical wall/enclosed or just bottom nothing vertical like walls ect


Stuck in traffic

Thanks Brandon! I am very lucky to have him an I have plenty of stories!

Hey so I thought I'd share another story with everyone. So my boyfriend and I go see his dad a lot his dad lives about 45min to an hour away depending on traffic. I can usually make the whole ride without any problems or he can stop in Plenty of time so I don't have an accident. I always take some goodnites with me on road trips just in case though. I prefer goodnites because they fit really slim and they are discreet and I don't pee a whole lot at one time so I don't have issues with leaks usually. If I'm driving I'll wear them but if someone else is driving I just have them with me.

Well we were 2 exits away from his dads when traffic came to a dead stop! There was apparently a really bad wreck so traffic was at a stand still. After about 10 min I got the urge to pee but we were so close! I really wanted to try and hold it. It's a little victory for me everytime I make it to the toilet or wake up dry in the morning. I turned to him and said " I gotta peeI really hope traffic moves soon." He said "I think we are going to be here a while why don't you go ahead and change just in case." I got embarrassed and I said "no I think I can hold it" 10 more minutes go by and I really had to go. I started fidgeting and crossing my legs and traffic wasn't going anywhere. He said" Babe don't torture yourself just put a goodnite on and use it. Don't be embarrassed the traffic isn't moving anytime soon." I agreed and it was easy to change because I was wearing a dress. It was last summer and I live in sundresses in the summer. I slipped my panties off and slipped a goodnite on. He said" there don't you feel better" I looked at him and said "no I have gone yet I really want to try and make it" I knew I wouldn't though I maybe had 5 min left in me before I let go. He said" don't be stubborn just go you'll feel better'" I kind of pouted bu he was right. I took a deep breath and tried to relax so I could pee. Once I started going I sighed pretty loudly because it did feel good and I really had to go. He said " don't you feel better now?" I said "almost I'm still going a little bit" once I finished I put the wet goodnite in a plastic bag cleaned up with some portable wipes and slid my panties back on.

We sat there for another hr he ended up having to pee in an empty water bottle he had in his car. Finally traffic starts moving! Once we finally got to the exit we needed to I had to pee again but we only had about 10 -15min to go and I was determined to hold it. This urge came on strong and I started fidgeting again. He asked if I had to go again and I said yes but I think I'll make it this time. His dad lives out in the country and I was getting so desperate when I knew we were close I slipped my panties off again. He asked me what I was doing. I told him "once we get to your dads I'm popping a squat in the front yard I really need to go and I don't think I'll make it inside. He just laughed and said ok. His dad doesn't have any close neighbors so no one would see me. Once he pulled down the drive I opened my car door immediately because I was about to burst. He came around to my side of the car where I was about to pee. I decided to squat behind the car door incase anyone came out of the house and he was my look out too just in case. I lifted my dress a little and squatted close to the ground and immediately started peeing into the gravel. I was so happy I made it and didn't wet myself again. He handed me my undies and a napkin to wipe with. We had a nice time at his dads and didn't have any problems comin home.


After the pool

Hello y'all I have posted before but its been a long time and can't remember what name I was using so I will use this one from now on.

Just today the wife and I set up our pool in the backyard. It was 80 something and the pool was nice and cool. She had two of her friends over and it was nice since I was the only guy there. (BTW the wife and I are starting to talk about swinging so today was more fun since no one had on tops) Anyways, we all had fun in the water when I went up to use the bathroom. I was gone for about 30 min when Kristin my wife's friend knocked on the door and said she had to pee real bad. I told her I was almost done and asked if she could wait. She said she didn't know if she could hold it. I told her if she wanted she could come in and squat in the shower and pee. She the said that she lied, she had to poop real bad. I told her I was just finishing up and she could come in. She asked if it was OK because I was still on the toilet. I cracked a joke and told her as long as I could watch her go. To my surprise she giggled and said if you really want to I will let you. I told her to come on in then. I just got up and she had a half a smile on her face as she went to sit down. I told her I was joking before and she didn't have to let me watch I would leave if she wanted. She just smiled and told me she had been watching me through the key hole for about 10 min before she said anything. I smiled and asked her if I could get close and watch it flow out and not just watch her sit there and listen. She sat down and spread her legs so I could see the pee flow out of her. She then stopped and said she had to poop now. She then shifter around so she faced the back of the toilet and hovered over it so I could see her poop come out. 4 small logs dropped into the toiled then one long one that flowed from her butt all the way to the water before it stopped. She let out a sigh and said she felt better. She then turned around and stood over the toilet and finished to pee. She wiped then we both went back out with a smile on our face.


Just Random 12

Here is another Storie My Brother's Friends was out camping in the woods and We Decided to go and visit them.When we got there one guy was walking somewhere in the back with a roll of toilet paper.A few minutes later he was running back to camp screaming and pulling up his pants at the same time,There was bees all around him.At least he only got stung by one bee.He sat on a bee's nest.He must have Farted and scared them.


Examine your poop

A few years ago a 365-page calendar came out entitled "What your poo is telling you." For the most part it was pretty elementary, but the aim was good: To encourage people to look at their poop before flushing it away. Is it soft or hard, lumpy or smooth, brown or something else? Is it easy or painful? Does your bottom hurt afterwards, or itch? What foods (if any) are visible in the poop? Also notice things like timing: Do you have a regular time of day to go, or is it sort of random? Do certain foods, or certain circumstances, make you go oftener, or maybe cause constipation? Sometimes if you visit a doctor about certain symptoms, he or she will ask about your bowels; in that case, it's good to be able to describe your poops. It's not necessary to make a big thing out of it, but just notice (a) what seems normal for you and (b) deviations from normal. "Normal" is not the same as usual or average; it's what should be (normal eyesight is 20/20, which is rather rare). Ideally your poop should be large, thick rather than pencil-thin, solid (but not rock-hard) rather than mushy, easy and convenient to pass. As for color, brown is best; red or purple can come from eating beets, and any number of odd colors--even green or blue--can come from eating things with a lot of food coloring, such as cake frosting or certain soft drinks. In other words, be observant without being obsessive, but do notice what you're doing!

@Ava Claire: Wow. I've read about your stories, but didn't think it was that deep. Stories are always appreciated as long as you're fine with telling them. We'd love to hear them!

I have one story myself. I'm usually pretty boring if it comes to going to the toilet but a while ago, I caught a really evil stomach flu causing me to go to the toilet really every 20 minutes. All that came out was like water and as if that wasn't enough, I had a bad fever. All in all, I was feeling pretty wasted. I have to add that I got a pretty strong stomach so I get sick veery rarely, also because I got quite an aversion for throwing up. But at one point I felt really sick so I stood up and went to the toilet (again) and first sat down for the usual. Then I suddenly felt very nauseous so I sat down on the floor in front of the toilet waiting for it to happen. While waiting for it, I farted a couple of times until I very suddenly realized I wasn't actually farting anymore, but spreading diarrhea in my underwear. That sudden shock got me up and I went to clean myself up and somehow my body kinda forgot about me being sick, so after all, I didn't throw up (which I'm really grateful for). My underwear however was SO messy I actually didn't bother cleaning it up, I just threw it away. Then after cleaning myself up, I went back to bed.

Maybe I'll write more soon I got some past stories if you guys're interested?

Hey why is it okay for girls to use guys toilets
bot not okay for guys to use girls toilets

Ava Claire-

Get a female urinal and/or bedpan, you can find them at most drug stores or online.... I'm a guy and drink lots of water so I pee in the empty jugs.

Let us know what you find :)


Do you sigh or whimper in relief when you pee/poo after being extremely desperate? In public or private?

Just wondering. :)

Today I was out doing some shopping and had to pee so badly. When I finally made it onto a toilet, the strongest steam of urine just SHOT out of me without me even trying to go... i was griped with such RELIEF I sighed very loudly. It was embarrassing as I wasn't even thinking as I did it! I never had to go so badly in my life, the relief was almost overwhelming!

To Brandon T: Those punks had no choice but to apologize to Artiss, like I said, Clarissa's had more than her fill of them in her duties as a police officer-she said that they've been a problem downtown for a LONG time, but most of the time she couldn't prove anything against them as nobody had ever been able to positively identify them as the culprits in their schemes. Nobody except Artiss, that is. With her positive ID of Travis and Co., Clarissa had them right over the cracker barrel where she wanted them, it was just as good as if she had actually caught them in the act. Even off duty, she's still a police officer, and as a Sergeant, she is able to carry a walkie-talkie right in her purse and she could have had a couple of squads down there in no time to haul them off to Juvenile Detention. Also, she carries her other basic police equipment-badge, gun, handcuffs, pepper spray, even a Taser. She takes her job VERY seriusly, and these brats know it.

As far as the subject of toileting bis concerned, me, her, and Artiss had a good laugh session about that in Artiss' (our) kitchen. She said that usually nine times out of ten at the end of her shift, she finds herself having to take a BIG shit, and all of her officers know not to bother Sergeant Clarissa when she gets back to the station until after she's had time to relieve herself and get her paperwork done-LITERALLY. She's gotten in the habit of taking her briefcase into the stall with her (she always shits in the same one on the end-her officers once pulled a good joke on her by placing a sign on the door-Sergeant C's office-they DO respect her as a supervisor and fellow officer, it was just too good of a joke), and doing her end-of-shift reports in there. She laughs on how one time, she had to reprimand one of her officers with a written warning, and she made the poor fellow sit and wait on the bench outside the women's locker room door while she spent a good half-hour enjoying a nice relaxing shit while typing up the warning on her laptop. Everyone else knew about it and gave this officer one hell of a ribbing-"If you wouldn't have been in such a hurry and not scratched the new squad car, you wouldn't be sitting here right now, waiting for Sergeant C to finish her dump". This guy got one heck of a ribbing for a long time after that-he was a good officer who had just screwed up, so Clarissa had had no choice except to discipline him-she has a reputation within the department for being VERY firm but fair with her officers, and they love her.

Then she told us about the time she was at an accident scene and suddenly had to shit, but she couldn't go anywhere because her squad car was blocked in by all the other emergency vehicles. So she wound up having an accident of her own right there in her uniform pants-fortunately it was quite solid, she would up with three HUGE firm logs in her undies, and they didn't give off hardly any odor. So she just kind of kept from getting too close to anyone and continued helping out with the accident scene, walking around with a BIG load of shit in her Hanes-Her-Ways, loitering there pretending to have to do some extra paperwork until everone else cleared out.

One of her officers had actually asked her "Sergeant C, why are you standing out here writing on your clipboard in this hot sun when you can be sitting in your air-conditioned squad with it? You're a sergeant, let us do the work." Her response was "Because I feel like it, that's why-now get over there and take those skid measurements and stop bothering me with stupid questions!!!"

As soon as she was alone, she immediately picked up her radio and said that she would be 10-7, which means out of service, for a few minutes . She went down the embankment of the highway, where there was a huge culvert with a small stream of water running out of it, and she went inside it, unbuckled her gun/utility belt, removed her shoes, socks, pants and underwear, and blouse (she took that off because if anyone saw her, she didn't want them to identify her as being a police officer who was running around half-naked), dumped the turds out in the grass just outside the culvert's entrance, and stepped out of the culvert, clad in only her brassiere, to QUICKLY scrub the skid marks out of her briefs before ducking back inside the culvert, getting dressed again, shoving the now-wet briefs into her pants pocket, crawling back up the embankment, radioing herself as being 10-8 (back in service) and getting the hell out of there. She ran the heater in her squad car to dry the undies out over the vent-and it was 90-plus degree weather with high humidity.

We all had a good roaring laugh after her telling us this story, and Artiss ended by putting her hand on Clarissa's, saying "Clarissa dear, thank you for being human, and most of all for just being Clarissa and nobody else."


To Christine in FL

Have you tried my enema suggestion? I know, much like you, how painful constipation is. If you would take an enema the way I suggested using a two quart enema bag, then you would feel relief within minutes and you would be able to go on your own a lot easier :)


Lucy's Survey

Hello all. Here are my answers to Lucy's survey. To introduce myself, I am a 27 year old male living in Rhode Island. I have stressed induced nightly incontenience. Mostly from school and work. So I wear diapers to bed for protection. I was a bedwetter into my teens and wore Goodnites/Pull-Ups for it. So I prefer to wear the Depends pull-up style now.

1. When did u last wet yourself by accident ?
A few months ago

2. Where were u and how did it happen ?
It was a Saturday and I was doing homework in the morning and had 2 large cups of coffee. Then I needed to go to CVS pharmacy for some more diapers which was down the street so I walked. In the store I felt the urge to pee get really bad and there wasn't a bathroom. So I paid for my stuff and left. On the way back I knew I had to go bad so I looked for a place to go and found a bush, but it wasn't private and there were cars going by and some other people walking down the street. I tried to wait but couldn't and started peeing. It soaked down my legs and into my shoes then formed a puddle on the ground. I had to walk home with wet pants a few people definitely saw, but didn't say anything to me.

3. What were u wearing at them time u wet yself ?
Dark blue jeans, grey briefs, a t-shirt, sweatshirt, socks and sneakers.

4. How long can u hold ya bladder?
A few hours

5. Do u hold till u have an accident because ur too involved in something else to use the toilet ?
Yes or there was no bathroom around.

6. Did u get embaressed when u wet yself ?
Yes if someone sees me I get a little ashamed and embarrassed.

7. Have u ever wet yself on purpose or out of pure laziness?
Yes. I have wet my bed a few times on purpose when I was tired and didn't want to get up. I also like to stand in the tub and wet my pants when no one is home. It feels good. I started doing when I was 12 and outside playing in the snow and didn't want to go in. The snow hid it, but I realized I liked the feeling and started doing it while playing in the basement. I got caught a few times and said it was an accident so my mom would sometimes have me wear my Pull-Ups when playing outside.

8. When did u last poo yourself ?
Last weekend.

9. Where were u and how did it happen ?
I live in an apartment community and woke up last Saturday with a slight need to poop. I had a package in the main office that I needed and on Saturdays they usually close the office for tours so I wanted to get it first thing. I got dressed and went get it. On the walk there the urge got worse. Once I got the to office and got the package I knew I needed the bathroom, but was a little ways away from my building and I live on the 3rd floor. Halfway back I knew I wasn't making it. So I found a quiet corner outside and as soon as I stopped I almost immidiately went without pushing. It filled my briefs and was a smelly sticky mooshy mess. But it felt so good and I was realived. I waddled the rest of the way to my apartment and when I got in I did a push and finished pooping in my pants. I cleaned up and took a shower.

10. What were u wearing at the time u messed yself ?
Jeasn, pink briefs, t-shirt, socks, and shoes.

11. How long can u hold ya poo ?
Not long. Once I need to go I have to get to the bathroom or I'll poop my pants.

12. Were u doing something else,got distracted and that's why u messed yself ?
Yes. A few times while cleaning my house too.

13. Were u embaressed when u messed yself ?
Yes, but no one saw me this time.

14. Ever messed yourself out of pure laziness to go to the toilet, or out of convenience ?
A few times doing homework, at the computer, or watching a movie.

15. What do u do if there is no toilet paper? Do u go and not wipe, try to find another toilet with paper or hold on and hope u won't shit yself in the meantime?
I just don't wipe. Almost all my undies have skidmarks. Ewww

16. Do u enjoy wetting or messing yself?
I do love wetting myself in private and sometimes pooping too. Depends on my mood.

Abbie- again, thanks for your advice! I've gone in to school earlier before to try to have a poo, but with no success! I've tried to poo in the morning before school without success too! I guess that I'll have to either keep on holding it until I get home, or poo in school during dinner or break time.
This morning I was watching TV and I felt the urge to poo, so I went upstairs to the toilet, but there was no paper on the roll and none in the cupboard either! I thought that I should pop to Tesco to get some, so I did. When I got there I felt an even bigger urge so I went straight to the toilets. There was one toilet occupied to I chose the one furthest from that one. Before I sat down the log was sticking out and ready to fall! It came with a big splash! I thought there was more to come so I sat there for 5 minutes but that was it! I got up wiped twice. I don't know how but I forgot all about getting toilet roll! I was at home when my mother came home from work. She came in in a hurry and went quickly in to the toilet! Next thing I hear is PPPFFFFFTTT!! with an explosion of runny poo! she just came out of there after about 15 minutes of exploding! She just said she's popping out for a minute so I think she's going to get what I forgot! Hope she wont have an accident on the way!
Millie x

Brandon T

commnets & stuff

To: Ava Claire first weclome to the site and great story about all the places besides a toilet you go to the bathroom I look forward to reading all of them thanks.

To: Riona great pooping story I bet one day you will look back on this and have a good laugh about it and I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Tinkling & Teasing great story.

To: Pooper Mom as always another great and WOW it sounds like your had and are still having a very rough time I hope you feel better soon and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Desperate Jill as always another great story and your cousin was mean for doind that but at least you got your swim suit back in the end and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Shortie congrats to you and Matt and as always I look forward to your next post.

To: Randy P great story about your friend having diarrhea back in the day and you helping her out your a good friend.

To: annie as always another great pooping story and I look forward to your next one thanks.

To: Christine I hope you get relief soon and I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Martin great story about you hearing your friend Hillary pooping.

To: Abbie as always another great pooping story about you and you friends it sounds like you really had to go but not as bad as that one girl it sounds like she was beyond desperate at least made it without a major accident but at least her friend was there to help her out and as alway I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Nicola as always another great desperate poop outside it sounds like you really had to go alot and I bet you felt like heaven afterwards to and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

Well thats all for now.

Sincerly Brandon T

PS. I love this site

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Anne and David


Abbie- Great to see your latest post! I enjoyed your story. Sounds like that girl was very lucky to get on a loo and to have a friend with spare knickers!

Desperate Jill- Though I'd answer your survey first;

1. When you were growing up did your family regard male and female peeing differently? I'm an only child so I've not had much experience with differences really.

2. In your family were you taught that boys could use the world as their urinal while the girls were expected to try and hold it in? When I was with my male cousins playing in the woods or whatever, they would sometimes pee behind trees. I was embarrassed to let anyone know I had to use the toilet back then so I would just hold it, but I guess they would have found it a bit odd if I did.

3. Women: Did you ever have situations growing up where male siblings or relatives got to go to the bathroom but you didn't and they teased you about it? Once I remember going out with my cousin to some kind of sporting event (a football match I think) and after he got to pee because his dad took him in but there was a long queue for the few ladies; loos so I had to hold my full bladder until we got home.

4. If the toilet is dirty what do you do? Try to clean it with paper. If I need to pee only I sometimes hover, but if I have to poo I need to sit down really so I always try to clean it or find another cleaner toilet for a poo.

5. What was your school's policy on using the bathroom? Was it different for boys and girls? It was the same for boys and girls. Varied from teacher to teacher- some would let you go, some wouldn't, although technically you weren't meant to leave class at all. Some teachers would write toilet passes to give to anyone who had to use the loo during class. I usually made it to break or lunch ok and usually got on a toilet, though.

6. If you are in the woods in have to pee or poop what do you do? If I badly need to wee then I will just find somewhere and go on the ground. If I need to poo, unless it's really urgent I will try to get home or to some public toilets, but if I have some tissues with me (I usually carry some) and I really need a poo then I will just squat behind some trees and let it out!

Jill, your school toilet system sounded really unfair to girls! The system I described above was for senior/high school. My primary/elementary school had boys and girls toilets in the cloakrooms between the two classrooms that each year had. If you needed to go you just asked and the teacher would always let you go unless you were doing a test or something. That didn't stop accidents though- I remember one girl, Katie, presumably through shyness and not wanting to ask to go, ended up with her poo in her knickers one day and the teacher comforting her and leading her off to get cleaned up.
I too was brought up to be modest but my mum told me it was ok to go in the woods or whatever in an emergency- better than having an accident!

On Friday I had an urgent wait for a toilet, along with quite a few other girls! I'd got fish & chips for dinner the night before which filled me up well! Once I'd eaten my sandwich for lunch I headed into town to go to the supermarket. Very soon though I was hit with cramps and soon I wanted a poo badly. The urge came quickly and very soon I was urgently needing to find a loo. I could feel a big load moving and I was getting pretty bad cramps and pains. I went into the nearest unniversity building to go to their loos. Unforunately an exam must have just finished in the building because the toilets were crowded. There were three cubicles and 8 girls waiting!! I didn't think I had time to go find a different toilet because my poo was pushing very hard by now. I was far from the only girl needing a number two, either. The girl in front of me, tall with ginger hair, looked nervous and kept putting her hand on her bum briefly. The three girls ahead of hher were talking to each other and didn't seem in a hurry. Neither did the girl in front of them. Ahead of them was a red-haired girl who was talking to a girl with black hair and they were both looking like they had to go poo, as was the Indian girl at the front of the queue.
The three girls who had to poo got to go in pretty much together, leaving 5 girls ahead of me and urgently needed relief. There were lots of plops from the girls in the cubicles and 5 minutes passed before the Indian girl came out. The others followed a few minutes later and after waiting 15 minutes there was only me and the ginger girl ahead of me.

We were both looking desperate for a poo now- she was holding her bum and I was crossing my legs and holding my stomach a little. Two more girls had come in behind me who were complaining, one because she was desperate to wee and the other needed a wee and a poo! Two cubiclse opened and the ginger girl hurried in and I took the end cubicle with her next to me. I pulled down my jeans and green knickers and sat. The ginger girl was already sitting, her red and white knickers and tights at her feet. I heard her release some runny poo and she sighed loudly with relief. I sat and my hole opened right away and a log came out with a plop. I sighed too as another log followed and then two small pieces. The girl behind me who needed to poo was in the other cubicle now plopping away. The ginger girl was still squirting wet poo into the toilet and I pushed out another log with a huge and satisfying (albeit embarrassing) plop! After a few minutes we were all still pooing and I could here other girls who had come in quietly saying, 'come on!' and 'hurry up, I really need the loo!' I finished my poo with three more pieces, quickly wiped and left. In retrospect I couldn't have really picked a worse place to stop for my poo!

Our "movements" over the last few weeks

First an apology. Myself and David have been very busy these last few weeks and haven't had a chance to post. In that time we have done our usual big pan-buster poos in various places.

A few weeks ago now when the weather was quite good here in the UK. David and I had been invited to a friend's home for a BBQ in their garden. As well as the usual toilet facilities indoors they have maintained the outside toilet which originally served the house as it saves having to go inside and prevents waking mud through the house if gardening. They have an 18 year old daughter Helen who is in her final term at school before going to university. Helen is a tall ???? girl and she is the subject of this event.

We had eaten our first plateful from the BBQ when Helen to whom myself and David had been speaking gave a loud fart, patted her belly and said "Excuse me folks, I need to do a poo". Instead of going indoors she went to the outside toilet and as it had a small window for ventilation and light high enough to prevent anyone seeing in we could hear her performance as we stood outside.

We heard her unzip her jeans and pull down her panties and sit on the pan. Her wee-wee (pee) tinkled into the water then when it finished she farted again and gave a grunt "NN! UH! UH!" and we knew she was doing a good solid motion. "PLIP! PLOP! PLINK!! a few little hard nuggets of poo came away then Helen took a deep breath and bore down and we heard her straining to pass what must be a large fat turd "NN! UH! OH! NN! then she gave an "AH! AH!" and a few seconds later there was a resounding KUR-SPLOOMP! as her obviously big jobbie plunged into the water in the toilet pan. She sat there for a couple of minutes they we heard her pull some toilet paper off the roll, wipe herself then pull up her panties and jeans, wash her hands and pulling the flush come out. She looked a bit red in the face but just nodded to us and went to get some more food from the BBQ. I looked at David and went into the outside toilet. In the pan Helen's big fat jobbie was still there stuck in the pan. I only needed a wee-wee but did it on top of hers and when I then dried myself and pulled the flush Helen's big turd stayed behind. When I came out David went into the toilet and he too saw it. It still remained jammed in the bottom of the pan when David flushed the toilet after his wee-wee. We estimate that it was about 10 inches long but 3 inches thick at its fattest tapering to a point for the last couple of inches and knobbly for most of its length.

Ava Claire
My name is Ava Claire and my friend Alix has been posting about me. She finally convinced me to post so here it goes. I don't like using toilets. I poop and pee other places, like outside, in containers in my room, or sometimes in my pants. People always ask me why. When I was two my dad left us. A month later, my mom lost her job. We became homeless. My mom couldn't afford diapers and I was potty trained outside. When we did use toilets, it was in stores where we got dirty looks. I always felt uncomfortable and preferred just going outside. Because I was little and couldn't hold it very long that was what happened most of the time. When I was seven we were finally able to get an apartment. But toilets still made me uncomfortable and I would poop and pee outside still. My mom doesn't mind. In fact, it was her idea for me to go in a trash can in my room when she caught me going outside to pee in the middle of the night. She says it was safer to pee in my room. Occasionally I will go right onto the floor because it is tile or just in my bed. Years later I still avoid toilets. I have a lot of stories about going in weird places if you guys are interested. And I love to hear stories to give me ideas, especially about pee.
Ava Claire

I am sitting in English class and I tell the teacher that I have to go the washroom. I make it to the washroom with no problem at all, just the normal cramping that happens when your bowels senses porceline. I open stall one and see the toilet is overflowed and shit everywhere so I go to stall two. Amazing enough stall two has shit everywhere from stall one's overflow. At this point have to make decision. Do I use the handicap bathroom or dart for home while I still can and then after catch a nap. I choose home. I live 25 minute bus-ride at best from school, but it's the choice I made.

I finally make it to my stop with my ass clinched so hard that I can barely walk across the street. I get to my house and go down the back alley to the back door (We never used the front). I get to my house and push my door open to run upstairs but it's LOCKED!!! My mom had gone out and I didnt have a damn key. In a panic I dash to the living room window which is adjacent to the back door and I fling it open and just as I am about to climb in, cops on a routine back alley drive pull up and sound the "Whoop Whoop" on me. The cop gets out and I start to explain: "Dude, this is my house I live here I was at school had to go to the bathroom but my mom is not home and if you don't let me go I am going to do it in my pants."
In response the cop said: "Ok, let's just see your ID to prove it's address and your on your way"
As he was speaking….SPLAT!!!!!! IN MY PANTS AND DOWN MY LEG. TO MAKE THINGS WORSE A LOG ROLLS OUT STOPPING ABOUT 3 INCHES FROM MR OFFICER SHIT BLOCKERS BLACK BOOT. He looks at me, turns around, and walks back to the car dry heaving. I am pissed at this time so I said the hell with and finish my shit right in front of the other cop because his partner blocked me from doing this in private. When I am finished I reach into my back pocket for my ID and the cop says, "I believe you" and flies off…

It was pretty much a bench like you explained.
There was like twelve holes in it, that is where you did your business.
Thanks for the question.

Tinkling & Teasing

My boyfriend's three years older than me and he's in college; I'm in high school. We've been friends for like two years. Because I'm kind of a klutz, and can't seem to break the cycle, he teases me. Last week Jason called me just as my bladder was ready to burst at school. I had finally gotten up the nerve to ask my history teacher for special permission to use the bathroom. Each of us gets 5 minutes and she times us with a stop watch so I hurried out of the room after I finished my assignment. I got into the bathroom and just as I was entering the middle stall (my favorite) my phone vibrates in my jeans pocket. It's Jason, he's downtown and his car is stalled in the middle of the street. I'm like I'm ready to sit and pee and I have to get back to class. As I placed myself on the seat as our conversation got more intense, I started to feel relief from the full bladder I had been carrying for three hours since I stopped for coffee. I was arguing with him that my mom wouldn't call me out of school so I couldn't help him when I started to feel a warm, funny feeling between my legs. I quickly looked down from my seated position and saw that my white underwear was filling up. My jeans were already at knee's length and I literally threw my phone to the floor so that I could use both hands to yank my underwear down. I grabbed it so fast I'm surpised I didn't rip it. That was a mistake because there was quite a bit of pee build up in like the cup inside it, and I splashed it on my hands, over the front of the black seat, and onto both of my legs and shoes. I was crying when I reached down with my pee-dripping hand to pick up my pink phone. Jason knew something was wrong because I swore pretty bad and there was the thud from the drop. Worse yet, another girl came in and here I was with my mess because I hadn't bothered to close and latch the door.

I knew what had to come first. I told Jason I would call him back as soon as I could as soon as I cleaned myself and the toilet off. I know that I shouldn't have, but I just hung up on him. First, I got off the seat and out of my jeans that only partially got wet. Then I wiped off the front of the seat and bowl. Then I used more toilet paper to wipe off three or four large parts of the puddle on the floor between my legs. I reseated myself and took off my underwear which was soaked. I didn't want to throw it into the stool because it was sure to clog so I carefully laid it on the porcelain behind the flusher that attaches the toilet to the wall. I used the rest of the toilet paper on the roll to dry myself off. While I was doing that, even though I had crapped a little just before 1st hour, I felt more activity in my colon. With just a little push, I dropped a log as big as the flashlight in my bedroom. It was messy and there was a little blood, but I could easily see I had used all the toilet paper. I waddled into the next stall, seated myself, and used about half the roll cleaning myself. My phone rang and I reached under the cubicle partition to pull it off the floor. It was Jason, of course, so I had to explain my problem to him. He tried to make me laugh about something he had teased me about last summer. We were at an employee party at the amusement park we both work at. The toilets were horribly dirty that day because it was 9 p.m. and they had been used for like 12 hours. So I laid toilet paper over the seat before I sat on it. It's something I do from time to time. I got done, pulled up my undees and cut-offs and returned to the picnic and games, not knowing that I was dragging two sheets of toilet paper that had stuck to my sweety butt. Jason and his friends at first thought it was hilarious, but when I threatened to break up with him, he laid off for a while. Now, here is was reminding me of it again. By the time I got back to history class, I had been gone 14 minutes and I had to go to Saturday School for 4 hours. Luckily Jason hasn't tried to make an issue of that.

Pooper mom

Two stories

Yesterday, I was driving in the car to the local wal mart when I got a slight urge to have a poo. I pulled in, got my cart blah blah blah and went to the back of the store where the private bathrooms are located. I walked in and took the end stall for good measure. I entered my stall, closed the door and locked it. I turned around and unbottoned my pants, I pulled them down to my theighs and sat down. I waited 5 minutes and then pushed out a medium loud fart. Right as it was ending, two girls walked in and sat down on the remaining toilets. The one next to me had flip flops on and turquoise blue toenails. They both peed and when they were finished commented on my presence.
"That woman most be pooping," one of them said.
As she said that I let a sizzle crescendo fart out. They both laughed and left. I was so embarrassed! I had one of those farts that echoes around the bowl and pushed. The tip emerged from my bottom and I pushed again. Suddenly the whole log dropped of and a round of diarrhea started! I was so shocked. I just sat there awstrucken. A couple of nasty farts sprayed poo all over my buttcheeks. None of the spray even hit the bowl. Now the stomach ache hit me. Wave after wave of diarrhea splattered out of my bottom. The electronics woman even came in and asked me if I was okay it was so loud. I groaned and a blast shot out of my bottom. The woman asked me to let her in so I did. She looked down at me.
"Honey you look sick"
Another wave blasted out of me. The stench was horrible, my anus bunrned, and I was being watched over by a 60 year old woman. The lady suggested I go home so I listened, pulling up my pants and stumbling out the bathroom door. I didn't even wipe or flush. The lady led me to my car and I drove off, unable to stop the flow of poo from my ruined pants. When I got home I stripped in the bathroom and sat down for a good 2 hours. The flow slowly started to stop so I could sleep. I didn't know I held that much poo. In the morning it started again and that is where I am now, sitting on the toilet having diarhea. Here comes another blast. Stopped typing for about 2 minuets to let loose but poo still roaring out of my bottom.

Has anybody ever seen someone else poo camping or sitting on the toilet? Any buddy poos that you can post about, those ones are the best.

Poopa mom out!

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