Bill F

At the movies, again

I'm gonna take a break from the treehouse stories, seeing as Tim is posting his already. Instead, I have another movie story to tell. My parents were going out on an anniversary dinner last night, and left me in charge. The past week, my sister Samantha has been bugging me about going to see Despicable Me 2. Seeing that this was the perfect oppurtinuty, we drove up to theatre. No signal farts from her yet, but I didn't expect any, because they don't usually happen at that time of day. Towards the end of the movie, I was worried because it was getting closer to that time, and we were at the really good part that I didn't want to miss. Sure enough, I soon heard a loud fart, and everyone could hear it, because the movie got real quiet. "PBBBBBBBBBBT" it must have lasted more than three seconds. I looked at Samantha, but she didn't have the usual look of worry on her face. She told me "That wasn't me." Then, in the row in front of us, a little girl about 6 years old, stood up, and yelled, "I can't hold it anymore!" The mom shushed her, and tried to rush her to the bathroom. The girl froze and both Samantha and I could hear the unmistakeable crackling, and one of the most unique poop smells I've ever smelled. The smell was more of popcorn than of poop, which kinda makes sense. Next I heard drips on the floor, then a full stream. I couldn't see very well in the dark theatre, so I couldn't tell if it was just pee or liquid poop (shout-out to Tim!) but from the silhouette of the drink can in her armrest, I'm guessing it was pee. The mom and daughter went to the bathroom to get cleaned up, but they didn't come back. On the ride home, Samantha was talking her head off about the movie, when it happened. "BRRRRRPPPPPT" came the signal fart. She had that look of worry on her face, and I said "Now THAT was you!" I sped home as fast as my little Volkswagen wheels could carry us. I pulled up in the driveway, and Samantha sped past me into the bathroom. Rushing in, she slammed the door shut, and seconds later came the second fart, no going back as I've called it before. She doesn't like being interrupted in the bathroom, but when I heard the final fart, which was shorter that usual "BRRRRPPT" I opened the door, and there she was, sitting relieved on the toilet. "Just made it?" I asked, and she said yes. I said "Good. I think one accident is enough for one day." That made her laugh, then I heard a stream of pee start. She jokingly said "Now get out!" and I closed the door to let her finish. She came out and said she had a stain on her panties. "Well, a stain's better than three pounds of poop!" She laughed, and then went to get dressed for bed. Just then, my mom called to tell me she was on her way home. I decided to have a little fun telling her about the trip, saying "" Someone" had an accident in the theatre" I could almost see the look of worry on her face, as Samantha had never had an accident in such a public place. I then said "And that "Someone" was in the row in front of us! Sam (what we call Samantha) just barely made it home." Looking back, that might have been kinda mean, but it was worth it to hear Sam laughing from her room. The parents got home, and the rest of the night was uneventful. Good thing the movie was a lot shorter than Man of Steel!
See ya next time!


Memory from long ago

So, this is a story from like 20 years ago, when I was 16 years old. My sister Susan is a year older than me, so that means she was 17. On the day this story happened, we were hanging out in the basement, playing our new video game, Super Mario 3.

We'd been playing for a while when Susan said she needed to go to the toilet. I should explain that the bathroom was just off of the room where we were playing. You couldn't hear any "bathroom sounds" from outside, but you could hear the toilet flush.

Anyway, after she didn't return within a few minutes, I knew she was pooping. She usually took at least twenty minutes to poop, so I started reading a book and waited for her to be done. Maybe fifteen minutes passed and my mom came down looking for Susan. I said that she was in the bathroom. My mom knocked on the door and told Susan that she had a phone call. Susan said she'd be out in just a second. My mom went back upstairs and Susan came out of the bathroom just a minute or so later and ran upstairs. But I noticed that I hadn't heard her flush.

I couldn't resist and went into the bathroom. The smell of her poop was apparent immediately, but not overpowering. I looked in the toilet and saw three good sized logs, one of which was floating. I stayed in the bathroom for a bit and then there was a knock on the door. Susan asked if I was almost done, and said she hadn't finished earlier. I said I was.

I flushed the toilet and ran water to fake washing my hands, then left the bathroom. Susan rushed in and closed the door. She didn't seem disturbed that I had seen her poop, just desperate to finish pooping. She only took about five minutes that time before she came back out and we resumed our game.


At the Mall

This has happened Tuesday last. Me Mom Brother Sister went to a mall about 74 miles from home. Well at the food court I ate a chicken sandwich and fries. Then when my Family went elsewhere I gone in one bathroom and sat in one stall, Somebody was pooping in one of the stalls next to me. But the only thing I did was Fart.

Then I had those ice cream beads, You know the ones that are solid but melts in your mouth. Then I thought I try to go to the toilet again. But this time it was in another restroom. This time I let out some soft turds. Then my brother called me on my cell phone and asked where I was at, And he told me to meet him somewhere when I was done. I looked through the stall door crack and saw part of my eye in the reflection of a mirror from a sink.


Peeing around the house

When I am at home I don't pee in the toilet much either. I always keep a two liter jug by my bed to pee into during the night and instead of peeing into the toilet, I am going to start using the female urinal I have for when girls come over and have to pee. :) If they know I like peeing and are cool with that sometimes they will pee into the female urinal instead of the toilet. The opening is big enough for guys and girls, obviously, and I pour it into the sink then rinse when done. As Mr. Clogs pointed out, there is really no sense in wasting water to flush the toilet for a much smaller amount of urine when one can just pee into a container, pour it into the sink, and rinse using much less water. As far as taking a dump, when I am at the house I always either shower or sit on the sink to wash my ass after I'm done. Saves on paper and is much easier than the paperwork. If in public, I try to find a restroom that has sturdy hand towels and soak them in the sink before going into a stall to take a dump.



To Karla, Interesting read.

To Lily, I liked your story and I can relate for I've always had large poops everyday and if I waited it would get out of control big.

To Unknown Dumper,

Survey -

1. I always keep my bottoms above my knees or at my upper leg area.

2. No I don't need wet toilet paper to wipe my bum.

3. A couple of times out of carelessness I would forget to notice if there was no toilet paper. Either family if at home or friend in public got me some. I believe only once for poo.

4. A couple times when it was late and it was taking to long I'd fall asleep. I just hope I wouldn't end up sleeping all night there.

5. That's a hard question but if that's what he really wanted then yes he could wipe my bum but not for pee.

6. Yea so many occasions I'd ne with somebody. Pretty much my whole life.

7. Yes but I can't remember if I ever kicked anyone out for it. It was always somebody I knew.

8. Nobody wiped for me after I was using toilets.

9. Yea a couple times, once as a little girl just playing with a toy and waiting for my poo to come out itself, ha ha. Another I can remember was when I was 15 getting videotaped under the door by my cousins. I hadn't pooped in 3 days and it was so much and they videotaped everything. Very embarrassing. Finally not long ago a picture that wasn't expected was 3 of us were all having a poo in the stalls and a friend took it under the stalls on all 3 of us.

10. Sit and think.

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Katie another great story I look forward your next one thanks.

To: Karla first welcome to the site and great pee story please post anymore stories you may have thanks.

To: Lily first welcome to the site and great pooping story about you and your sister it sounds like you both had to really go and I bet you both felt pretty good afterwards and it sounds like your sister left the next person something to see and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.

To: Charlotte first welcome to the site and great story your first one sounds like you had a really relaxing poop I bet you felt good after that one and it sounds like you just made it to the toilet in you 2nd story and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.

To: Tim as always another great story it sounds like you guys had alot of fun when you were younger.

Well thats all for now.

Sincerly Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Oh God....Today was GREAT

Great poops just don't happen all that often. Either they are too small, too soft....or of course huge and painful. Today's was PERFECT!

I think today was my third day (maybe 4th) since I've gone. I felt the urge starting when I was on a beach walk. I stopped....stood there....spread my legs just a little....and waited.

No pushing; no holding back; I just let my body relax. It was perfect. My poop slid down to my hole.....but it was too wide and hard to come out on it's own. just held; stuck my body applied pressure. I wasn't pushing....I was just allowing nature to take it's course.

After a bit...I started walking....that big poop still right at my hole....not able to get through. Gawd it felt great....all that pressure down there; it's an indescribable feeling.

I walked for about 15 minutes like that. My underpants didn't even get soiled; the poop was probably visible if someone spread my cheeks and had a look.....but it was not poking out enough to do any damage.

Finally I got to one of the public toilets; went in and sat down. After a few minutes I gave a gentle push which almost immediately stimulated my intestines further... My hole began to expand (it hurt a little....but not too bad...) and before long I was empty.

Even feeling "empty" is awesome after having the perfect poop! All loose and warm up in there.

I wiped once (clean) and went on my way.

Observant Guy

Helping Anne

Hello everyone

I have a short quick story.

Yesterday, Anne asked me to help her unpack some boxes at her new apartment. I came over and we had some coffee and then she unpacked her things while I kept her daughter busy.

Since I didn't tell you what Anne looks like, I guess I can say alot like actress/singer Jennifer Hudson. Anne was wearing an orange halter top and some dark blue skinny jeans.

When she finished unpacking she said "Well that coffee is doing its job...I gotta poop!"

She entered her bathroom she slid the door shut (yeah she has a sliding door on her bathroom...Isn't that pretty cool?) And as soon as she got comfortable, she farted very loudly and began to poop. She asked me to come in and keep her company. I stood and watched her sitting on the toilet with her jeans around her thighs in deep concentration. Her poop smelled like it was very loose and runny. She farted again and let out some more runny sounding poop. It was really starting to stink in her bathroom. I asked what she ate over the weekend and she said "alot of barbequed food." She said she had ribs, burgers a few hot dogs and baked beans and that she had been pooping like this for a couple of days.

She finished, and wiped with both toilet paper and and a wet wipe. I looked at her poop and it was alot of small dark chunks that looked very loose. She flushed it away and it left a few skidmarks and alot of very small pebbles of poop. She smiled at me and laughed and said "wow it stinks in here, but I feel much better!" I left and headed for home to dwell on what had just happened.

Happy pooping to all.

Observant Guy

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Bill F another great story.

To: Abby as always another great story it sounds like you and your friends had alot of fun pooping outside and it sounds like you had a really good poop to and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Desperate To Poop as always another great story it sounds like you and that other lady both had really good poops I bet you both felt better afterwards to and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Heidi as always another great story.

To: Mystery Poster great story bout you pooping in the dark and luckily your mom was there to get the extra roll for you.

To: Pat as always another great story about Artiss it sounds like she had to poop alot outside I bet she felt alot better once she was done and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Yvonne as always another great story Alma is a true friend to you and you guys are lucky to be friends.

To: Mystery Poster I bet she mustve have felt really good and just making it in time to the toilet.

To: Mystery Poster you and your class handled her accident well because accidents can happen to anyone.

To: Monica great story your a really great friend to Loraine helping her in her time of need.

To: Tim another great story.

Well thats all for now.

Sincerly Brandon T

PS. I love this site

I was was at a pop festival with an ex girlfriend a few years ago. I was 21 and Laura was 19. Laura had been drinking strong beer and eating junk food and while we were watching a band on the big stage, Laura started to complain that she needed to to get to a toilet and fast. The ques for the toilets were a mile long and Laura had to go at both ends. She was bouncing up and down and holding her crotch and bum making it very obvious she was desperate. She said she was going to shit and piss herself (her words) if we didn't find a place to go soon so I led her off towards the woods at the edge of the field we were in. Laura stopped about half way to the fence around the woods and in full view of everyone she started to wet herself. Still holding herself Laura peed right through her fingers and it flooded the ground around her feet. She was laughing as it happened and she said loudly, "Look at me, I'm pissing myself.". When she stopped wetting herself, Laura continued to walk to the woods and we made it in time but there were lots of people using the woods as a communal toilet and Laura wouldn't pull her jeans down in front of them so she pood in her underwear. It was a big load and smelly. The back of Laura's jeans swelled outwards and because they were already wet a brown stain opened around her poo. It grew right across her bum and she peed again before pushing some more poo into her underwear adding even more to the mess. We went back to our tent after that and Laura cleaned up with some baby wipes we had and changed her messed in knickers and jeans. After that we went to a different stage and watched another great band.

Mr. Clogs

Reponse to anonymous) questions

1. what do you usually eat to give you nice big poops? Since I've changed the way I eat now, I don't eat pork any more and I eat a great deal of fibre including vegetables, Metemucil powder and foods rich in fibre help me produce those big poops.

2. Are you a big guy? And if so, do you find that your poops are bigger than smaller peoples? Well somewhat I'm losing weight. I don't know for sure because I haven't seen a smaller person's poop load, the assumption is smaller people can produce larger poops and larger people tend to produce less. Could be the way our bodies are setup.

3. How much does your poop stink on a scale of 1-10? 8

4. Have you ever stunk out a bathroom or has anyone ever commented on the smell of one of your dumps? Yes but no one has complained about it.

5. Are you embarrassed to poop in public? I try to avoid, but if I have to go then I'll take care of business.

6. Do you talk openly about poop around other people? Yes

7. How come you don't poop in a bucket anymore? Well I work and don't have the time. My folks meaning parents and relatives are home a lot so I don't do that much these days, plus I threw away that bucket. I need to get my own place soon so I can be free to do that again. Thanks again for your interest in my posts, usually men are interested in my posts much so than women. I'll try to keep the posts coming. I hope I answered all your questions.

--Mr. Clogs

your name (optiKatonal)
The first time I ever pee'd in the pool was 2 years ago. My mother had raised me to think of the pool as something you can never per in. Ever. So I never did. Until now. I had been holding it all day, so I was really desperate. When I jumped in the pool, I literally just lost it. I was peeing for 5 mins, I looked at my watch. I t was the best feeling ever. If you have never pee'd in the pool, I suggest that you do.

I realise there are probably too many Steve's on the site so I've decided to change my user name from Steve from England, to English. that way I hope I won't be the mystery poster any more.
I have a short story today. I had to have a poo at work today which I don't normally do, but I was desperate so I had to. The men's toilet was blocked so I had to use the ladies instead which I wasn't too keen on but it beats messing my pants in front of everyone. I had to wait while Lauren from the office finished her poo and listening te her plops made me even more desperate. When she finaly came out I was nearly doing it in my pants and I rushed in behind her. The smell of her poo was strong and there was a big turd that hadn't flushed with some thick brown streaks around the pan. Lauren must have been really desperate for that poo, and it turned of on. I sat down on the warm sweaty seat and relaxed and out came a load of soft mushy poo. the relief was great and I made a big mess of the ladies toilet. I wiped and flushed the toilet and washed my hands but I can't get that image of Lauren sitting there having a huge smelly poo.


Survey to Desperate Jill with story...

My previous posts are linked from page 2256 going backwards just to keep the Steve personal!

Men: How many stalls in your typical restroom? How many urinals in your typical restroom? You can also be specific and specify if it differs based on the location.

Airports...I have seen it range in the bagging area from 2 to 4 stalls, with 2 urinals...but in the gate area as many as 6 to 12 stalls with as many urinals also. Usually at the gate area's, many more poopers than the baggage area's too. There's always peeing going on. Walmarts typically 2 stalls 2 urinals..restaurants mostly 2 or 3 stalls and 1 or 2 urinals...convention centers..lots of stalls, i have seen more than a dozen up to 20, with less urinals though, maybe half the amount (I remember at one convention everyone was taken and there was a line..the only other time i have ever seen it that bad was at an airport that I wrote about, and an instance in the story to follow) theater...2 to 4 stalls with 2 or 3 malls...2 to 4 stalls with 2 to 4 urinals..dept stores...2 to 4 stalls with 2 or 3 urinals... Some stores like book or electronics stores 1 stall with 1 urinal.

3. How long does it typically take you to poop on average?

Depending on my diet not long, lots of fiber, sit and shit right away, maybe 2 minutes. If I eat fried foods..longer and wetter 5 minutes or more..of course if I feel sick, longer, as much as 15 minutes... And do you make a lot of noise when you poop? Sometimes if I eat the right things like some vegetables, or fried foods, and have more of a liquidy poo...

4. How often do you poop in public on average?

All the time when I was traveling with my business, probably every day as I go more than once a day most times... Sometimes I will take a stall and sit down and pee first, then poo if the urge is there, and who knows maybe one other thing sometimes too if I have a few minutes!

Men: Pretty much the same question. Have you ever been in a situation where due to the length of the toilet line the women with you what unable to go to the bathroom but you are able to. Meaning were you ever in a situation where you've got to go to the bathroom but your female companions had to hold it in because of a lack of toilets are the length of the line?

Here is a story that is the opposite of your question..i was with a female friend doing some shopping and we stopped by a couple of stores..first we had a sandwich at borders bookstore, and after lunch she said she had to use the bathroom, so I said, me to...(one of those times that I looked to take the stall to pee a little and poo a little)we entered the respective doors at the same time, hers on the right, mine on the left, there were 2 stalls, and 2 urinals. Both stalls were in use, and one resident sounded like he was filling the bowel, the other one just sitting one at the urinals, so I just held my pee as our next stop was best buy. So i left and waited out side for a bit, maybe 5 minutes...she must have shit, as not many women came out during that when she came out she smiled and asked if I was ready, I said yes..I didnt say I didnt get to we left for best buy...when we got there I said I had to find the bathroom, she looked at me strange and asked why I didn't go...I replied, the stalls were full! She said there were lots of STALLS OPENED IN THE womens room, then she said why didn't you wait? I said i have never stood in a line, (although during the time I was waiting for her, the stalls might have opened up as there were men coming and going) I chuckled and said that I could have backed up to the urinal! Then we both walked to the back of the store in the corner by the tv's was the restrooms...she stood by the tv's as I walked over to the mens room...I went in they had two stalls, and one urinal, but one stall was taken and the other was out of I went back out right away, agian she looked at me with a curious look, so i said, it was a full house because one was out of we just stood there for a couple of minutes laughing about the matter, about 60 foot away or so...and as soon as the dude came out...I started to walk over, but someone beat me to it by a few foot steps, sure enough, right to the stall! Amazing! This time she busted up..she said, "no, not agian"? She said to go back and wait in line! I said, nah, I will wait out here..she shook her head, guess she didn't understand why, so she went to look at the electronics on the other side of the store, after a few minutes the stall opened up, and finally got to pee and poo..i never had to wait multiple times like that ever...
6. This is kind of a strange question, more of a theoretical thing, but it is a frustrating scenario that I thought up with some people. This is for both men and women. How would you feel if one day the opposite sex woke up never having to go to the bathroom again but you had to go to twice as much to make up for them! That would be unbelievably frustrating I would think. I would wish that on a famous realestate tycoon, as he once made the statement that his girl never does a number 2! She must like the hose! Personally I rather go twice as much!

Until next time..


Tennis Club Poop

Last Sunday I took my son, Luke, to the local tennis club to watch the Wimbledon final on their wide screen television. It was such a hot afternoon that I wore my lightest possible dress, a pale lemon colored chiffon dress, mid thigh, stockings [hold ups] the briefest white thong, open toes sandals. I was still very warm in that outfit. How Luke must have felt in his trousers and blazer I don't know.

There was a buffet meal provided for club members, cold salad with some fresh ham and cheese. Luke and I had a plate of salad, I had a few gin and lemons to wash the salad down and spent about an hour or so socializing with friends whilst Luke seemed happy with his school mates.

Shortly after finishing the salad my ???? started to ache. Rumbling and growling a little. I was doing my best to control the ache, the match was so exciting I just couldn't tear myself away from it. At least I kept hoping but soon after deciding to sit the match out I got a serious warning and wanted to break wind, having made a mess in my panties more than once by misjudging whether a fart was going to be wet or dry, with such slender cover on I couldn't take the risk.

Luke seemed to sense I was uncomfortable and asked me if I was alright. I murmured to him that I need to poop badly and that I was afraid I might mess in my panties and stain my dress. He offered to come and help me lift the dress out of the way. Luke had often come to the ladies toilets with me as he grew up but he hadn't since he was eleven years old, now at fifteen I was afraid that somebody might complain about him coming to the ladies with me. Then Luke reminded me that everybody was watching the tennis match. Reluctantly, I decided to risk it, and I told Luke to follow after me but take care he wasn't spotted.

A club member sitting beside me overheard us and she offered to come with me. I had to take small steps as I walked to the ladies, the short walk down the corridor to the ladies seemed endless as I walked crabbed legged, buttock cheeks squeezed tight together, grateful when I was out of the main room. I doubled over in the corridor, unable to walk as a massive turd started to push out of my anus. Crouched hardly daring to breath, the lady, I had seen her at the club but she wasn't in the group that I normally went with, crouched beside me and held my arm until the pain eased enough for me to go the few yards to the ladies room.

She held my arm and walked with me into the ladies. I was so grateful as he unzipped the delicate dress and gently slid it off my shoulders. I slid my thong down and squatted. Immediately I felt a huge turd ease out of my anus and plop with a loud splash into the pan. I sat down on the pan then, the pain had eased after the first huge turd had slid out of me. The next urge cam and another long, thick turd plopped into the water, almost at once three/four more turds plopped into the pan. I looked up then as the pain seemed to ease right off and apologized for the inconvenience and thanks her for the help she had given. I told her I was alright now and she's better get back or she would miss the match.

"It's okay, I've been there before, messed myself completely," Her eyes were warm her voice soft. "Besides I need a pee myself."

Saying that, she handed me my dress and went to the next cubicle. I heard her taking her dress up and sliding her panties down. She was peeing hard and I heard her fart as she pee'd. I found myself hoping she wanted a poop too but alas she was wiping her vagina lips and coming back in with me almost as once. She introduced herself to me then as Linda Drummond. As soon as I heard her name I recognized that she was the wife of the club president, no wonder I hadn't been in her group. I began to wonder if she would have been so helpful if she had recognized me as a plain check-out assistant from the local supermarket.

Linda was back looking down at me taking hold of my dress as I had some more unpleasant urges in my ???? as a succession of looser turds splattered into the pan. Finally I was able to reach for and rip toilet tissue. Linda stood to my side as I wiped my bum, three for times, I'm not sure how many times but I was pretty messy so it had to be three at least. Then I slid my thong up and with a smile Linda helped me step back into my lovely dress. I shivered as I felt her fingers on my skin as she slid the zipper of the dress up for me. As I flushed the toilet she gave me a light kiss on the cheek. I went back to the match not even bothering who had won.

Kimmy: I used to get constipated a lot, particularly in my teens and twenties. When I do get hard I tend to grunt loudly as I did last Sunday at the tennis club. I try to control my diet nowadays so that I am looser and having a poop is a much more pleasant exercise.

I adore having somebody with me when I have a poop or a pee, and I do like to watch my friends when they go to the toilet.

Unknown Dumper: My answers to your recent survey questions.

1. Ankles.
2. No. I always carry 'wet wipes' to finish wiping my bum.
3. Yes. Not at home, but in public toilets I have sometimes had to
inch my way to another cubicle for paper.
4. No.
5. Yes. My son and several lady friends at work do that for me and I
do it for them. Part of the pleasure actually.
6. Yes, as often as possible.
7. Yes.
8. Yes, my Mum did that lots of times for me.
9. Yes. Picture only.
10. Chat.


Answers to Unknown Dumper's Survey

Just thought I'd answer another survey, since these are fun. Nice questions:

1. How far do you pull down your pants and underwear? Knees or ankles?
-I pull down my pants and underwear to my ankles most of the time
2. Do you sometimes soak toilet paper before wiping? It makes cleaning your bottom easier.
-At home I use wet wipes, but if I'm somewhere that doesn't have them (barring a public bathroom) I'll soak a piece of toilet paper.
3. Did you run out of toilet paper while seated upon the toilet and had to get a new roll yourself?
-Yup. Luckily the new rolls are stored in our bathroom, so I didn't have to leave the room
4. Was there a time when you fell asleep on the toilet?
-Maybe when I was a toddler...
5. If you had a devoted and uderstanding boyfriend/girlfriend, would you let him/her wipe your bottom for you?
-Sure, that would be awesome :P I doubt I'd find someone like that though
6. Do you sometimes talk to people while on the toilet?
-I have, but unless it's my brother, I'd rather just be alone
7. Did you get walked in/barged in on while sitting on the loo?
-Nah, because I always lock the door, but sometimes my brother has been in the bathroom with me; that's fine
8. When you were potty-trained, did somebody use to wipe your bottom for you?
-My mom did at first
9. Did you get a picture or video taken of you on the toilet?
-There are a couple pictures of me and my brother potty-training together, but that was on those plastic potty seats; I don't think there are any actual pictures or videos of me on the toilet
10. What do you like to do while sitting on the toilet?
-Usually just think; although sometimes I will play a cellphone game or read or something

Thanks for the questions :)


More Treehouse Adventures

Hi, Tim here with another treehouse story, also from when we were 12, continuing on from the most recent treehouse post. Anyway, so once we got over the plum diarrhoea, we went back to playing Monopoly while we nursed our sore anuses. After a while, we thought it would be a good idea to play hospital, so we rigged the treehouse up like a hospital with beds and everything else. James, Sally and Eve were the patients, and Eve, Kevin and I were the doctors and nurses. Billie, had recovered from her diarrhoea, however, now Sally was starting to develop it again, probably as a result of drinking a whole glass of prune juice at breakfast that morning. About halfway through the game, she said, "Tim, quickly, find me a pot to poo in. I need to and I can't make it outside to the toilet." So Eve, Kevin and I frantically searched for a container for Sally while she sat on her bed and tried with all her might to hold her liquid poop in, making the most pained faces and moaning from the cramps. Occasionally, she would let off a bad-smelling fart, which was always followed by the words, "Hurry up, guys, I'm about to poo myself!" Sally then removed her knickers and jumped up on a cubbyhouse window, hanging her bum over the edge, so that if she couldn't hold it in, at least she would poo onto the ground below and not on the bedclothes or inside the cubby. We finally found a small chamber pot and we gave that to her. By that stage, tears were running down her cheeks from the pain of holding in her poo. As she lifted her dress up and squatted over the pot, we saw that there was already some poo around her bum hole. She squatted low over the pot, relaxed, farted, and splashed sloppy poo into the pot for about 2 and a half minutes without stopping. The look of relief on her face was like nothing I have ever seen before. She wiped with toilet paper and said, "Thanks, guys, that was a close one. Another 10 seconds and I would have done my poo out the window!" Then she kissed me and gave me a hug, before thanking Kevin and Eve for also helping. We continued playing doctors, but that is a story for another time.


A Poo in the Bushes

Hi, Tim here with another story from my childhood, this one from when Sally and I were both 15 years old. It was one weekend in the spring, when Sally called me and said, "Tim, I've just had my period!" She was so excited, saying it made her feel "Like a real woman." We were both very close and had no secrets at all from each other, so it wasn't surprising that she told me such a personal thing. "Listen," she said, "I want to be with you, so how about we take a walk together in 10 minutes?" I said that would be great, she came around and we set off for a walk in the woods. We walked until we were well away from being seen and she suddenly stopped and said to me, "Tim, I need to do a poo. I've been constipated for about 2 days before my period, so it's a pretty big load. I'm off to poo in the bushes, do you want to come and join me?" I said I would, so we walked behind a bush to do our business. Sally undid the button on her jeans and unzipped her fly. I did the same with my jeans. Then she dropped her blue and red undies and jeans to her knees before squatting down fully on the ground. I dropped my undies and jeans and squatted down fully next to her. We checked that nobody was around and that the bushes hid us, then we commenced relieving ourselves. Sally began to grunt, and she was farting almost continuously the entire time we were walking. It was obvious she desperately needed to go. Suddenly, her butthole opens wide, a fart hissed and her first turd started to emerge. It slid out onto the ground with another long, hissing fart, and it was over a foot long! I dropped two small turds, with no sound or pushing at all. She still wasn't done, however. She started to pee and dropped another turd after grunting and straining, this one also a foot long. I replied with a round ball-shaped turd and some pee of my own. But Sally said her belly still ached, and before I could reply, her butthole opened, releasing an incredibly loud fart and some mushy liquid poop, which sprayed out from between her cheeks. Finally, to finish it all off, a 2 foot turd started to emerge from her bum. I had finished by now, but I still squatted, not saying anything, shocked that a girl of average build could produce such large turds. Sally strained a lot with this turd, and she gripped my hand at one stage when it was proving difficult to get out. But finally, it was out and she was done pooping. A quick final pee, a small fart, and she was done. She picked up some leaves to wipe with, handed me some, and we pulled up our pants and continued the walk. As we walked by a stream, she said to me, "Tim, my bum still feels dirty. I feel like a swim to clean off, what about you?" I said, "Yeah great idea!" so we stripped naked and had a swim. A great weekend, I thought to myself.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Multiple people named Steve, all your questions are answered in the FAQ, and no, it has nothing to do with the actual content of the post.

Thank you everyone for the warm welcomes! I wasn't sure about posting on here but after seeing how supportive everyone is, I think I will continue. I spent most of my childhood hiding my family's bathroom habits ou of fear of being ostracized, so it is very nice and refreshing to be among such supportive an understanding peers. I wanted to answer a couple questions I was asked. The first one was about my daughter. We have a rule in our house that she can pee anywhere that won't be permanently damaged or cause too much of an odor. This rules out furniture and on the carpet, etc but she is allowed to go on the hardwood floor, or in her bed with a plastic sheet. Her new favorite spot is the laundry hamper on top of the dirty clothes. As far as pool goes, that's strictly for the toilet and when she is not at home she uses the toilet to pee. I pretty much only use the toilet now. I understand where my parents were coming from but peeing in weird places isn't really my thing. The second question asked was about pooping in the bucket growing up. Both my parents and my brother usually popped in the bucket. I was really little and would fall in so I usually used the toilet. I do remember one day though where I had a bad stomach virus. My mom brought the bucket into my room because I was having trouble making it to the bathroom. I had to hold on really tightly to the sides as liquid poop poured out of me. What I remember most is the echoing sound it made. At one point I farted and my brother could hear it all the way from his room. I want to tell more stories but I don't know what else to tell. This was all standard for me growing up so I don't know what's interesting and what was just day to day bathroom stuff. Please let me know if you have any requests. I'm more than happy to share whatever you guys want to know.


At the County Fair

I am a 21 year old woman now . This event happened when i was a 7 year old girl . I was at the San Diego/Del-Mar County fair at the time this event took place . It was a very hot day and i was wearing a lovely short summer dress with floral designed panties underneath my dress .Being a very hot day i had quite a lot to drink . I was with my older brother Matt who was 21 years old at the time. We where on the Sky-lift ride at the time . I was needing to pee very badly while we where in line for the ride . Yet i thought that i could hold on until i could make it to a restroom on the other side of the fairgrounds but i was wrong . While we where on the ride my urge of needing to pee became far far more greatly increased . I was holding my crouch intensely with the fist of my hand hoping that i could hold on and not have an accident before i could get to a restroom and take care of it . Well as fate would have it i just could not hold it in any longer . We where stopped on the ride at about the halfway point seated and hanging above the fairgrounds where other people walking . Just then i completely lost it and a flood of pee came gushing out of me like a river and though my panties onto the fairground beneath us . I was so ashamed and quite a bit embarrassed ( especially when getting off the ride leaving a wet seat behind and with my panties dripping of pee for all to see ). My brother Matt was so very kind and loving trying to comfort me by saying : " it's alright for i know that you truly tried your very best to hold it in and that i just couldn't help it " . That made me feel much better yet i was still quite embarrassed over it all .



Hello my name is Kimmy. I have been lurking on this site for a while now just enjoying the stories. I have several good stories but thought I would start out posting what just happened to me this morning. I am 42 yrs old with brown hair and kinda heavy set. My grandmother lives with me and she is 72 and very heavy set. So onto my story. I haven't had a poo for about 3 days and was feeling bloated so I decided to hop in the shower and just let the warm water run down my lower back and butt, sometimes that helps. While I was in the shower this morning my grandmother knocked on the door and ask if I was almost done. I replied no that I would be about another 10 minutes or so. She said ok but about 5 minutes later she came back to the door, opened the door and said that she had to go to the bathroom and that she had to go pretty bad. She ask me if I wanted to get out of the shower or stay in while she went. I didn't mind so she came in and pulled her nightgown up and sat down. I could hear her start to pee and fart with a few small plops and then there was silence. I said to her are you done because that was fast? She no honey I really have to go bad and am going to have to start pushing. My grandmother pushed and grunted and got up and squatted over the toilet and pooped 3 long fat logs out. It took her about 20 minutes. By the time she was done I had to poop. I think just watching and listening to her helped me out. So, after she was done I got out of the shower and right onto the toilet. I pushed and grunted as well and pushed out some golf balls and one long thick log. I still didn't feel finished but nothing more would come out. I am feeling the urge now but waiting for a little while. Does anyone else get constipated and have to push and grunt on the toilet? Does anyone else on here like to watch others poop? Please let me know your thoughts on this. Thanks everyone, I think I will go to the toilet and try and poop now. Will post again soon.

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Bill F another great story.

To: Abby as always another great story it sounds like you and your friends had alot of fun pooping outside and it sounds like you had a really good poop to and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Desperate To Poop as always another great story it sounds like you and that other lady both had really good poops I bet you both felt better afterwards to and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Heidi as always another great story.

To: Mystery Poster great story bout you pooping in the dark and luckily your mom was there to get the extra roll for you.

To: Pat as always another great story about Artiss it sounds like she had to poop alot outside I bet she felt alot better once she was done and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Yvonne as always another great story Alma is a true friend to you and you guys are lucky to be friends.

To: Mystery Poster I bet she mustve have felt really good and just making it in time to the toilet.

To: Mystery Poster you and your class handled her accident well because accidents can happen to anyone.

To: Monica great story your a really great friend to Loraine helping her in her time of need.

To: Tim another great story.

Well thats all for now.

Sincerly Brandon T

PS. I love this site


questions for Mr. Cloggs

Mr. Cloggs

I have lurked around this site for a long time but have never posted. I have always been fascinated by your posts. They are very detailed and colorful. It sounds like you take some fabulous dumps. You also seem to really enjoy the whole experience of pooping a lot. So here are my questions:
1. what do you usually eat to give you nice big poops?

2. Are you a big guy? And if so, do you find that your poops are bigger than smaller peoples?
3. How much does your poop stink on a scale of 1-10?

4. Have you ever stunk out a bathroom or has anyone ever commented on the smell of one of your dumps?
5. Are you embarrassed to poop in public?
6. Do you talk openly about poop around other people?
7. How come you don't poop in a bucket anymore?

Thank you


No privacy at a reststop

Hi everyone. I'm new here. I am a 15 year old redheaded girl. I'm kind of short, only about 5'1". A lot of guys say I have a great butt, but I think they'd like it less if they thought about what comes out of it every day. Haha. Anyway, I poop once every day and it's usually a lot, because I eat a ton and I'm very physically active, on the cheerleading team at school.

So, now for my story. The other day, my family (my mom, my dad, my sister Tory and I) were driving home from my grandparent's house in a neighboring state. The drive was long and we stopped about halfway home to have something to eat. We stopped at a rest stop and had our home made sandwiches outside on a picnic bench.

Well, while eating I was feeling an urge to poop. We all finished our sandwiches and went to the bathroom before leaving. My mom, Tory and I went to the bathroom and found that there was just two toilets pretty much out in the open, no doors or stalls or anything. Thankfully, we're not shy around each other, so it was okay. I sat on a toilet, and my mom sat on the other.

I started pooping right away, with a somewhat fat log. My mom quickly peed and then she left, letting Tory take her spot. Shortly after sitting down, she was farting up a storm, but I didn't hear any splashes or plops from her. I pushed out four or five good-sized logs and then I was done. I started to wipe and needed a lot of paper. I flushed the toilet and went to wash my hands, and Tory was still pooping.

She finished up and stood to wipe about the time I was done washing. I couldn't help but look in the toilet and saw a huge mess of coiled up turds obscuring nearly all of the water. She's a year younger than me, but she often takes absolutely massive dumps that make mine tiny by comparison.

She wiped only a few times and went to wash her hands. She said she wanted to leave her masterpiece for someone else to enjoy. We went back out and got in the car to head for home.

Unknown Dumper

Thank you to Sydney + Questionnaire

Hello, again!

I would like to thank Sydney for answering my questions.

I have made my own questionnaire for anybody to answer, so here it is!

1. How far do you pull down your pants and underwear? Knees or ankles?
2. Do you sometimes soak toilet paper before wiping? It makes cleaning your bottom easier.
3. Did you run out of toilet paper while seated upon the toilet and had to get a new roll yourself?
4. Was there a time when you fell asleep on the toilet?
5. If you had a devoted and uderstanding boyfriend/girlfriend, would you let him/her wipe your bottom for you?
6. Do you sometimes talk to people while on the toilet?
7. Did you get walked in/barged in on while sitting on the loo?
8. When you were potty-trained, did somebody use to wipe your bottom for you?
9. Did you get a picture or video taken of you on the toilet?
10. What do you like to do while sitting on the toilet?

Have fun!


Greetings + 2 Stories (likeohmygodtwo!!!)


My name is Charlotte, and I'm a 17 year old girl in the us!
I am a scene girl with long blonde hair.

I am quite poo/pee shy I'm actually nervous just posting here but I really want to for some reason! I have never pooped in a multistall public bathroom and I've only used single stall ones a few times if I'm really desperate. I'm so poo shy I often try to wait til my family isn't home or everyone else is asleep to go.

I don't eat very much so it takes awhile for good poops worth posting about to happen so my posts may be kinda few and far between but I'll try to post as often as I can!

Okay on with the stories!!!

So yesterday I needed to crap and I was the only one home so I went to the bathroom. I sat down while pulling my jeans and panties to my ankles. I let out three long airy farts. I then let go of the hold on my bowels and rested my elbows on my legs. I never try to push or strain when going poop so I let it come out on it's own. I could feel my poop shift in my body and press against my butthole. I relaxed and it started to slowly push itself out, it felt great having it do this. It then continued slowly coming out for like 20 seconds then plopped in the bowl. I looked and it was about 5" long and 2" wide ALOT less exiciting then what it felt like!!!

2nd story!!!

My belly hurt really bad and I got a strong sudden urge to crap! I quickly went to the bathroom and sat down. Instantly wet sloppy poop spluttered from me and splattered allover the inside of the bowl! When I was done I looked and diarreah had splattered onto the backside of that bowl! Must have been to some fierce shitting!

Mr. Clogs

Response to Sean's survey

Here are my answers:

1) do you enjoy pooping? Yes, look forward to doing it in the morning.

2)when having to poop,Do you go right away or hold it and for how long? It all depends, here lately I have to go right away after my 1st cup of coffee in the morning. I'm at the point that I'm pooping in my undies and getting them stained then having to use damp wipes and toilet paper to clean up the undies and my butt.

3)do you have pre pooping farts? Yes.

4)how far do you pull your your pants/underpants when sitting on toilet? In public, I pull them down to my ankles. At home if I'm still in my PJs, I take them off.

5)when its time to wipe, Do you fold the tp neatly or bunch & Crinkle it? Crinkle and bunch.

6) do you sit or stand up to wipe? Sit.

7) how often do you get constapated? Rarely these days, hence the Name, LOL!

8) what do you do to relieve yourself when constipated? Take a laxative.

9)when going pottie in a public restroom and you find that there is no tp, What do you do? Pick another stall that has some or get some paper towels and dampen them to wipe with.

10)do you use seat covers on public restroom toilets? Yes.


Response to unkown pooper

1. How far down do you pull your pants and underwear? mine about knee length in public / all the ways down at home
2. Do you sometimes wet toilet paper before you wipe? No I never wetted it
3. Did you ever run out of toilet paper while seated on the toilet? Yes a couple of times
4. Was there a time you fell asleep on the toilet? No
5. If you had a devoted and understanding boyfriend/girlfriend, would you let them wipe your bottom? No
6. Do you sometimes talk to people while on the toilet? Yes I do


survey response

Questions to questions from unknown dumper

1. how far do you pull down your pants and underwear?
to my ankles if at home. if in a toilet in store to my knees

2. do you sometimes soak toilet paper before wiping?

Only if i have a messy dump otherwise on

3.did you run out of toilet paper while seated upon the toilet and had to get a new roll yourself?

No we always have rolls in both bathrooms!

4. Was there a time when you fell asleep on toilet?
No i usually am quick about it

5. If you had a devoted and understanding wife would you let her wipe your bottom for you.

6. Do you sometimes talk to people while on toilet?

No i go alone and when at a public toilet I do what I need to do and leave.
No its too Kinky

Tuesday, July 09, 2013


Another Tree House Story

Hi, guys, Tim here with another story about treehouse toilets, this time from when we were 12 years old. Sally, Kevin, James, Billie, Eve and myself decided that we would camp in the treehouse for about a week over the winter break. It was going to be cold, so we brought sleeping bags and warm clothes and stuff. However, going to the toilet was quite a chore, because the seats were outside on the balcony and exposed to the weather, although because it was winter the smell was not bad. Anyway, on the first day, we closed all the doors and windows and shut ourselves inside against the freezing rain. But there came a point when Eve and Sally both said, "Let us go to the toilet or we will poo ourselves!" So we agreed to let them use the toilets, and I went with them as by this time I was also about to poo my undies. We opened the door to the balcony and we were greeted by a rush of freezing rain, but we were so desperate that we didn't care at all. Now there were 10 seats on the balcony, six of them sitting holes, but four new ones, which were wider and designed for squatting, which I built after watching Eve squatting over her toilet hole all the way back when we were 8 years old. Sally said, "Let's all squat together." We nodded and jumped up over the holes, dropped our pants and undies and squatted over the holes, our lower bodies bare of clothing and freezing in the cold. Sally started with a pee, farted, and followed through, dropping runny poo into the flooded hole below. Eve farted, peed for a short while, then dropped two huge solid turds into the hole. I peed, taking care to aim below, farted and dropped a round turd. We washed our bums using rainwater, and our hands, then we went back inside. Billie was prone to getting bouts of diarrhoea, and she caught one while staying at the treehouse. Every 20 minutes, she had to stop whatever she was doing, and run outside to the toilets, before unleashing diarrhoea that was pure liquid. She always used the sitting seats, as she didn't dare squat to have diarrhoea, for fear of it ending up on herself or on the seat. Eventually, we became really worried about her, as she was running to the toilet very frequently, but almost nothing was coming out of her bum, no matter how hard she pushed and strained. So, we told her to remove all of her clothing except for her bra, so she could go to the toilet more easily, and we regularly gave her water to drink, and rather than her having to run outside to the toilet in the rain, we gave her a potty to squat over whenever she needed to do her business. Sally was good throughout the time we camped at the treehouse, although initially she had some trouble with constipation and she struggled to get her poops out. I gave her some prune juice, which left her squatting over the toilet for 15 minutes, and after that she had no trouble pooping. Eve never had any trouble going to the toilet, though her poops were always a bit soft, sometimes even mostly liquid, and Kevin and James's bowels were identical to mine. Anyway, by the second day, Billie had stopped having diarrhoea and her poo became more solid, although she was tinkling like a horse from all that water we gave her. We decided to go for a walk once the rain stopped, and about 10 minutes into the walk, Billie said, "I'm doing a pee, can you wait for me?" We said we would, so while she popped a squat, we all sat down. We noticed that one tree was growing plums, so we decided to pick and eat them. Little did we know that unripe plums can cause horrific diarrhoea. We gave some to Billie when she came back from her pee, and we started to walk back to the treehouse. Suddenly, we all doubled over with massive cramps, and we sprinted to the treehouse, climbed the ladder as fast as our legs could carry us, threw open the balcony door, dropped our pants and undies, and for an hour, six twelve year old bottoms were planted firmly on the wooden seats, dropping the most poo that I have ever seen in my life. When it had finally ended, Billie said, "Thanks a bunch, guys, for giving me diarrhoea again!" We laughed, and wiped our aching bums and went back inside to play a board game. That was the most interesting treehouse sleepover that I have ever been to! There are certainly more stories to follow! By the way, keep them coming, Bill F!

Bill F

Reply and another treehouse story

Tim: Glad I could have inspired you to tell your treehouse story. It's funny how similar our stories sound, minus the liquid poop part. Did you sneak into my treehouse one of those days and set up shop? Haha! Jokes aside, I really enjoy your posts as always, and I look forward to reading more from you.

I have another treehouse story to tell. By the way, I never told my sister about the treehouse toilet, for fear of her telling my parents about it. She never stumbled upon it either, as she wasn't an outdoors person. Come to think of it, that would have been a good thing, staying in the treehouse, given her stubborn bowels. Up pops the signal fart, and she's two steps away from a toilet and she wouldn't have to run home. But she never knew.
Anyways, on to my story. Lisa was not the only girl to use my treehouse, not by a long shot. Apparently, Lisa had told all her friends at school about every aspect of the treehouse, including the add-on toilet. One day, Lisa invited her friend, Megan, to visit. We were playing monopoly, a 'treehousehold' favourite, when Megan announced she had to pee. Then Lisa announced the same thing. Lisa said "So, who gets to go first? The toilet only fits one butt!" Megan said "Me first, I really have to go!" Lisa said "Me too!" At this point, I piped up and said "Whoever rolls the die higher, gets to go first." Lisa rolled first and she got a 9. Megan then rolled an impressive 11. "Yay, I get to go first" she said, and plonked her butt on the seat. I didn't stare, again because it was her first time here. That was kinda like my rule. First time here, don't stare. I could still hear a faint hissing, faint enough to hear a few farts here and there. After hearing those, Lisa asked "Please don't tell me you're pooping too? I can't hold it much longer!" Megan said "I don't think so." Lisa changed her sitting position, and I could see up her skirt. This happened just in time for me to see a small wet spot appear on her panties. The spot slowly grew, then stopped, then grew again, then stopped again. From this, I could tell she was barely managing to hold on. Finally, Megan was done, and Lisa rushed to take her place. Lisa's hissing was much louder than Megan's but quite a bit shorter. That's how I knew Megan had the bigger bladder. I then stepped up to pee, and thouroughly soaked the seat. Lisa then said "Glad I sat down to pee before you did, otherwise I'd have two reasons to toss my panties out!" We all laughed at that. Soon after, Lisa bought the infamous Boardwalk, and quickly won the game. I jumped to the bottom of the treehouse, to see how deep the piddle was this time, and It was almost overflowing the hole I had dug up! I guess three people with a full bladder can do that. I also noticed a couple small turds, similar in size to chicken nuggets, floating in the huge puddle. To this day I don't know who produced them, but I had never seen turds like that from Lisa or myself, so Megan really did ahev to poop as well. Must have caught her by surprise!
See ya next time!


camping trip

it the weekend again me and my friends were going camping so we got our gear and got on the jeep and hit the mountains about an hour later we got there and got set up we started a beer drinking contest then they to mix it up a bit so we did so i went first i said i will fart on the fire I lifted up my butt and farted it was nasty then Jessica and Joyce said they
they had to pee so I said how about a pee for distance contest so they started it was a tie for two min the Jessica won so I said I had to take a dump Joyce me to Jessica said how about a pooping compaction I said OK we went into the field and we both went together I started farting loud smelly and nasty then i started to poop the first turd was 16" long 6" wide it was hard to squeeze that out but it was a monster but last 4 pile was 10" wide Joyce was pooping but was a small pile a mushy the girls ask me what have i been eatin i said just the usual but haven't pooped for 7 day is all

desperate to poop

Devon poops

HI went to the english coast for hols and a few toilet stories.

First one went for a lovely walk to a scenic point of view in Devon. on the way there I noticed the cafe was closed and 2 ladies both in their early 50's had also gone thinking it was open. When I came back which was about 10 minutes later, I came back via a slightly secluded route and I came out near the cafe but next to a closed up bird hide. As I was climbing through a narrow gap that led close to the bird cage I noticed one of the 50 yrs squatted wiping her bum. I froze and watched as she finished her wipe and then walked off. I walked up to the spot she was at and saw a fresh, brown and stinky set of turds with a napkin. Obviously looking at the load she had been desp and couldn't wait

As I could feel a poo that was needed and only had a skirt on I was a little naughty and I decided to add to the already steaming pile. I kept a watch as I unloaded 2 medium size turds on top of the pile. it felt quite naughty but exilarating. I quickly finished added another tissue to the pile and walked off feeling very excited.

As I rounded the cafe I spotted them two ladies and I as walked past I smiled and said lovely day. They both smile back and said sure is, but the one who had pooped looked a little nervous.

I'll tell my long queue wait next time

Happy Pooping


Response To Questions Ny Unkown Dumper

Hey there guys! Sydney here for a quick update. Nothing new has happened recently, I've been pretty solid for a few weeks now =P That said, Unknown Dumper asked me some questions, and to that I say:

1. How far do you pull down your pants and underwear? Knees or ankles?
Always ankles :D

2. Do you sometimes soak toilet paper before wiping? It makes cleaning your bottom easier.
Nope. I just rough it.

3. Did you run out of toilet paper while seated upon the toilet and had to get a new roll yourself?
Oh yeah, a bunch. The problem is we one stock of toilet paper in my PARENTS Bathroom, so I'll have to pull my pants and panties up to my butt, and walk to the other bathroom to get it. I try to stock some though, so it doesn't happen often.

4. Was there a time when you fell asleep on the toilet?
No, my dumps are usually real eye openers

5. If you had a devoted and uderstanding boyfriend/girlfriend, would you let him/her wipe your bottom for you?
Probably not. I'm not into that sort of thing XD

6. Do you sometimes talk to people while on the toilet?
Just whoever talks through the door. Though I do have a story about a time my friends were in the Bathroom with me :D

Well, that's all for now. Laterz

- Sydney!


Test Story

This story is from this spring. I had to go take a urine test. I really had to pee even before we went. We got there and had to register and such. I thought it was going to be easy but it wasn't. I was ready to go in and just pee in the cup and be done with it. Unfortunatly there was instructions and many steps. I sat down and during these steps I wanted to pee so badly but it would ruin the test. Finally I do it but then I feel a good urge to poo. I wonder a moment and decide to do it. Moments later I was almost about to but a knock on the door disrupted that motion. The conversation went a little something like this; "Are you okay in there?", "Oh yes fine...", "Do you need any assistance in there?", "Oh no need thank you, just fine...", "You sure?", "Definetly". Anyways, I felt weird for a minute then got on with it. Something felt satisfying and strange about doing it all in this generic lab bathroom. I thought it was interesting. I finished up and left. Until next time.

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