Natalie
What friends are for
Hey guys! I'm finally back! I've just been so busy I haven't had much time to post. But here I am! I have so many stories but not a lot of time so I'll pick a short one. Recently, I've become really close with my friend Mckenzie, who lives down the street. We're a special kind of close and joke about poop and other bathroom matters constantly. Anyway, Mckenzie has a lot of family visiting her for Easter, and she complains constantly about having to share a bathroom with them. Last night, I received a text from her that said, "I have to ask a really weird favor from you." I told her that she could ask for anything. She then replied, "can I come poop at your house?" I laughed out loud, and i thought she was joking at first. I asked for clarification and she said, "My aunt just got in the shower and I have to poop so badly, can I please come do it over there???" No one was home at my house so I told her to come all over. Not 45 seconds later, I heard rapid knocking on my door. I opened up the door to see Mckenzie, and she abruptly said "thank you!" and shuffled past me to get to our guest bathroom. Mckenzie slammed the bathroom door shut. I heard her rip her pants down, sigh quietly, and then I heard a loud crackle and a PLOP PLOP PLOP into the toilet. I jokingly yelled, "everything all right in there?" She yelled back, "yes I'll be out in a minute!" I quietly crept closer to the door to hear what was going on. Mckenzie breathed heavily, and I heard a few more plops as her poop slid into the toilet. After about two minutes, I heard her start to unroll the toilet paper so I went into the living room and waited for her to come out. She flushed, washed her hands, and came out of the bathroom. We joked and talked for a few minutes until she jokingly said, "if you ever have an emergency you're welcome to come poop at my house!" I might take her up on that offer someday! Anyways that's my story, I'll keep you guys updated with more!
Sam
Post Title (optional)Taking dumps with my sister
Hi all,
I ve been a visitor for a while and thought I
might share a story from the very beggining.
When me and my twin sister were very young, we were potty trained at the sam time, seated rigght next to each other in our bathroom in a blue and pink potty.
My sibling always out pooped me every morning.
This continued untill we started school.
Carin
Bunny Hoppin'
Our Student Council adopted a Easter Egg Hunt from an adult group that couldn't get enough members to commit to the needed work. So Friday evening as soon as the sun went down our group had to meet this guy at the park. He had a huge dump truck with garbage bags filled with plastic eggs of many colors. We were told that it would take two hours; actually it took us four so we were trudging up and down the hills of the park with our bags hiding the eggs as we went. Because it was dark and there are some bums that hang out in the park we were required to walk in groups of two.
I was with Myrna. She's a freshman. Afraid of the dark (why me!) and I think that caused her to need to pee twice as we were doing our work. So we had to carry our bags to another side of the park where there was a picnic area. When we got there, it was about 11:30 and a little light from the moon helped us find the bathroom building. It was in sad shape. We walked in and Myrna stopped inside the entryway. She was grossed out by what she saw. There were 5 toilets. No partitions. Each looked to be about 100 years old. Although I didn't have to go bad, I took the first toilet. I pulled my jeans and underwear down. I tried to get Myrna to take the toilet beside me. She hesitated. I did a short pee. I got up and flushed. Then Myrna decided to take my toilet. I could tell she hated using it. Her problem was that there was no toilet paper available so she couldn't wipe down or cover the seat. However, she reluctantly got up on it. Her pee started at once and I tried to be encouraging to her. I guess she hadn't peed in front of many of her friends.
We hurried back to the group and finished putting out our eggs. My parents let Myrna spend the night with me because it was going to be a short night. We had a meeting with this parks guy at 8 a.m. The kids and their parents started coming shortly after that. A costume store donated five bunny outfits. I was one of the bunnies. Because I had to drive over there for the event, I didn't want to be wearing my outfit. So when Myrna and I parked, I carried my outfit in two boxes to another restroom building. She came with me. Before I dressed, I sat down and peed. Then within a couple of minutes, my crap came. Two large pieces, the final one that worried Myrna because she could see the push I was having to do to get it out. Luckily this bathroom had toilet paper and I used plenty of it cleaning myself.
I must have had my picture taken a hundred times by parents. Myrna was good about getting the children in close enough to me. She also had some parents ask her to take a picture of their families with me. When the egg hunt ended, Myrna went back to the bathroom with me while I changed. Of course, by this time the bathroom had been trashed. There were five open toilets and Myrna was hurried to get onto one. She had been holding her crap for a couple of hours. She checked out each of the toilets and the middle one was the only one that wasn't jammed up. Just like before, she complained about having to have contact with the seat. I tried to assure her nothing would happen. She slowly seated herself. She wasn't lying. Immediately the splashes into the bowl started. She jumped up once when a waterbug or something ran across the rim of the toilet, right between her legs.
Right after that happened, I had the idea to go next door and see if there was any toilet paper I could pull off for her. I just bolted in there since we hadn't heard any noise. I grabbed the small amount of toilet paper left on the one roll left. I wrapped it around my hand and took it in to Myrna. She thanked me but I could see she still was not comfortable using a public toilet. While she stood and was cleaning herself, she asked why there were no privacy cubicles and doors in public toilets. I told her there was probably crime, vandalism and things like that. I told her using public bathrooms is a necessity for most people.
Myrna isn't fully convinced but she's making progress I guess.Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Will great story it sounds like Holly had a good poop.
To: Abbie great story about you and your friends.
To: Ellison it sounds like you had a lot of fun back then.
To: Victoria B great story.
Well thats all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this siteWill
Buddy poop
So years ago, I was working a holiday shift with Lisa, a good buddy I kinda had feelings for but we were basically just platonic friends. We often talked about "taboo" subjects like bodily functions and such. We had been going non stop for over half the shift when things finally ground to a halt late in the evening (we work at a hospital). We settled down to relax and after conversing for a few minutes both came to the realization that we hadn't used the bathroom all night. We both had to poop badly.
As we were literally the only 2 employees in our department and knew there would be no one else there to come in and think it was weird, we decided to use the girls bathroom together so we could continue to chat. We entered stalls next to each other and pulled down our pants. Almost immediately my butt started spreading wide with a huge but soft log. I could hear Lisa's butt crackling also, and for whatever reason I found it exhilarating that me and my buddy were sitting only a foot or two apart with poop coming out of our butts, sharing this private intimate moment.
Eventually Lisa's first log dropped with a large plop, and she let out a soft moan of relief, while mine continued all the way into the water before finally breaking off. At this point we both peed a bit then continued our conversation. Lisa plopped periodically, while I crackled out a large soft mound on top of my initial log. After a time we both started working the paper to clean ourselves up then we flushed and finished. All in all it was a unique bonding experience, which we actually repeated several times when we were working alone together again late at night. If you have the chance for something similar I'd highly recommend it. That was quite a few years ago and we don't work together anymore, but I remember it fondly. Not something you get to do every day but social pooping can be fun! Hope this story isn't weird and that you enjoyed!
Uncle Harry
Strange Public Bathrooms
There was a time when my family lived in a high-rise across the road from the city park. This gave me a good chance to take walks in the park. The bathrooms officially opened May 1 and closed November 1. However, they often started to open early or close late.
One warm April, I needed to pee. I noticed that the nearest mens room was partially open. The windows were still boarded, but the door was open and the lights were on. The womens room was totally closed. As I started to enter the mens room, a women started to come in with me. She said that she really had to go and would I mind sharing the bathroom. She said she wouldent watch me pee at the urinal and please dont watch her pee in the stall. There were no doors on the stalls because of theft. It didnt work out that way. She picked a stall directly facing a urinal. We couldnt help but watch each other pee. We both laughed.
While we were peeing, a man and two women came it. They were not together. The man went to a urinal and the two women went to stalls. One pooped and then peed while the other just peed. Neither tried to hide their pussies. One had a really heavy pee flow. Well, I guess this was now a unisex bathroom.
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Stomach Bug at Work
Hey, Im Louise, Im 25 years old and work in an office as an administrator/receptionist. I am going to tell you about something which happened to me a couple of months ago!
One Thursday evening, I got home from work and was starting to feel a bit ill - I had a sore throat, headache, muscle aches and stomach ache. I laid on the sofa for a while but I had to go out to meet some friends, so I went up to the bathroom. My stomach felt a bit funny so I sat on the toilet.
I pushed out two sloppy semi solid logs which made my stomach feel a bit better. I was quite gassy and didnt really want to go out but I had to. When I wiped, there were large golden brown streaks on the paper, and I had to get in the shower afterwards so I felt a bit cleaner.
I then went out but I only stayed for a couple of hours I felt so bad. I went straight to bed and woke up at 6am with an overwhelming urge to go for a poo. Because my parents were in, I decided to hold it because it felt like definite diarrhea. I squirmed in bed for a while, holding my bum and praying the feeling would go away.
I went to the bathroom and had a pee but didnt dare let anything out the other end in case it was a mud slide. I drove to work feeling very uncomfortable. I was still dying for the toilet, but knew I would have to hold it for 9 hours until I finished my shift. I had gurgling deep in my stomach and it was so distracting.
As I parked my car at work, I got a sudden really bad gurgle and my need to empty my bowels suddenly became very urgent. I sat still until the feeling passed somewhat and then I took four Imodium. I waddled into work, my bloated stomach hurting massively.
I lasted ten minutes before the pain in my stomach became unbearable and I started to worry that I wasnt going to make it to the toilet. I went and told my boss I was sick and needed to leave. She asked me if I had the runs and I was like No but I need to have them to make me feel better. She was really nice and let me go.
I pretty much ran back to my car, the need to empty my bowels was awful as I pulled away. I was barely holding it in as every traffic light turned to red. I got halfway home when I realised I wasnt going to make it.
I checked my handbag frantically and realised I had the keys to the scout hut which I run, where there was a much needed toilet. I pulled into the scout car park, jumped out of my car and dashed towards the building. I was fumbling with keys and panicking as the cramps got worse. I had a sudden severe cramp and my guts just dropped.
I literally felt like I was about to go in my pants as I flung the main door open. I was clenching my bum for all I was worth as I hurriedly locked it. I ditched my handbag and jacket as I ran into the toilet trying not to have an accident.
I ripped my trousers and panties down, and before my bum even touched the seat, runny poo spurted into the toilet. I had made it to the toilet with literally seconds to spare. I sat down fully and more liquid squirted out of my bum, causing cramps and sweating. I was moaning and holding my poor bloated stomach.
I spent 30 minutes exploding into the toilet and pooing my guts out, before I started to feel marginally better. I left the toilet and found the caretaker stood there. 'What are you doing here during the day?' he asked.
I suddenly felt my guts gurgle loudly and I badly needed to release more diarrhea. 'Ohhh' I groaned, grabbing my stomach and ran back into the toilet where I exploded again. I knew he could hear but I was past caring as it all splattered out.
I felt so bad as it was happening but I felt marginally better after. I spent ages wiping the mess off my bum before emerging from the stall, embarrassed but relieved.
'You not feeling well?' the caretaker asked gently. 'Not exactly' I replied, still clutching my belly. 'Have you got diarrhea?' he asked. 'Yeah very badly' I replied, as I wobbled about trying to get my bum comfortable.
Long story short he looked after me all day as I had diarrhea, and the next day when he got it, I looked after him. Now we are together lol.
Imogen
school toilets
Abbie, it really seems to be a common problem, the state of toilets in schools. Mine sound really like yours, I tried to avoid using them, but that meant I ended up getting desperate.
I've only had skidmarks a couple of times, but I would often run to the toilet desperate for a wee and feel it start to come out. Sometimes it'd only be a tiny spot, but other times there could be quite a bit.
One time was in year 8 I think and I was quite shy, I'd just got sat down in the first lesson after lunch and I realised I needed a wee. At that moment the teacher arrived so I realised I'd have to hold it in. I knew I didn't dare ask, because the teacher would have asked why I didn't go at lunchtime! The lesson was an hour long and by halfway through I was crossing my legs and feeling really uncomfortable. I was getting more and more desperate for a wee. I was then starting to worry that I wouldn't be able to wait long enough, and that I might wet my pants. However at about 5 minutes to, the teacher let us all out early, I'm not sure why! I wasn't complaining though! I ran down the corridor towards the nearest toilets, turning right and going up the stairs and then down another quiet corridor to the toilet block. This was quite a small one with only two cubicles, and both were in use!!
As I ran I could feel a few dribbles come out into my knickers and I was really hoping that I'd be able to hold it in. I stood in front of the cubicles desperately trying to keep it in, I was holding my front through my skirt but then I heard the main door open so had to let go, it was Caitlin a girl from my class, who asked me if I was queuing, then sighed when I said I was. I was fidgeting so much I could barely stand still, but tried to not look to desperate. I could feel more leaks, including one big one which seemed to dampen my knickers properly, and I could start to feel it running down my legs (I didn't have tights on). I was really starting to worry now that I might have a total accident in front of somebody, when one of the girls in a cubicle flushed and came out and I followed. I slammed the door shut and tore my knickers down and actually started weeing on the floor in front of the toilet, as I couldn't get over the toilet before I exploded. The feeling was heaven, but I was so embarrased. I looked down and my knickers, which were pink with yellow outlines, were damp throughout the bottom part.
I sat there for at least a minute and a half letting the wee out, at first it was a long continual stream, which then died down into an on-and-off stream. Finally I sat for a while. At this point I could hear Caitlin go into the cubicle next door and do a long hissing wee on her toilet. I pulled off loads of toilet roll and tried to dry my knickers, but there was a lot. I also dried the back of my legs as I'd leaked down there. Pulling up the knickers wasn't nice as they were wet and cold, but it was better than going without.Siford
Broken Door, Obnoxious Brother
I've known my friend Hollie for about 9 years. We started kindergarten together. On vacation weeks from school we like to hang out together, but we have to do it at her house since she has to babysit her brother Laim. He's 6. He's also obnoxious. A couple of weeks ago he got mad because Hollie was on the toilet and refused to get off and let him use it. Instead of waiting he crashed into the door. Kind of a tantrum, I guess, but it split the wood near the handle and lock. Then within a day, the handle and lock fell out and kind of broke apart. Laim won't misbehave when his mom's home but since she works a lot, he will deliberately walk in on Hollie. Problem is that she yells, chases him out and he seems to love the conflict. Once this week when I was over and watching a video, Hollie got off the toilet so fast that she reached out, grabbed his belt, and caught him. Holding him up off the floor, she spanked him. Problem was when she got back into the bathroom, Hollie was stepping in a stream of her own pee. Some of it also splashed onto her new white shorts. And when she called me in to see the damage, there was a turd the size of my thumb in the pee that she had stepped in. She said she was like 3 days constipated and because she was crying so hard, I knew she wasn't going to be able to do a full crap. The final two days we were together she and I took turns guarding the door while the other was in the bathroom. Hollie's mom admits Laim probably needs counseling, but Hollie is hopeful that with another couple babysitting jobs, she will be able contribute some money to it.Will
Evening poop
So glad I found this site....I have (what I thought was) a strange fascination with pooping and reading these posts makes me feel so much better! I am actually seated on the pot as I write this...as I was reading some of these posts, I pushed out a good sized pile of soft, smelly poop. As soon as I finish typing here I'm going to proceed to wiping by behind. Again, just so happy to find this site, and to know others are fascinated by this topic. I have some good stories to share so I'll be back soon!
Will
High school Holly
So here's the story which jumpstarted my interest in pooping...in high school I had been ill and missed a test. When the time came to review the test my instructor asked me to go into the hall since I missed the test. She gave me a desk to sit at in the hallway. This just happened to be directly across from the girls bathroom, which like most in schools, is not very private, no exterior door or anything, just a direct view into the row of stalls. As I was waiting there, my crush of the moment, Holly, and her friend come strolling down the hall towards the bathroom. Holly smiled at me and says hello, and proceeds into the bathroom. She enters the stall closest to the door and her friend enters directly next to her. Almost immediately I hear a gush of pee from both girls. Holly's friend quickly flushes and exits the stall. Taking her place in front of Holly's stall, she strikes up a conversation. As they are chatting, Holly begins dropping logs into the toilet without a care as she converses with her friend. As I watch and listen, I amusedly watch Holly shift her feet back and forth and wiggle her toes as she farts and plops. After a few minutes, I hear her start to ferociously tear at the toilet paper over and over. Must have been a mess! Finally she gets up, flushes, and exits. She washes her hands and her and her friend exit the room. She gives me a big smile and a wave and continues on her way. I found it very refreshing that this beautiful girl was completely comfortable sitting down and freely pooping while having a casual conversation with her friend, all the while knowing a guy who liked her was sitting directly outside the door in clear earshot! (Honestly, when the hallways were quiet in the school you could hear poop dropping and pee flowing from halfway down the hall!). A short time later when I got to school in the morning I had to poop and incidentally Holly was sitting in the hallway right across from the guys bathroom. I sat down and emptied myself freely. As I left I struck up a casual conversation with her, thinking to myself that in a short time we had both listened to each other poop and weren't ashamed in the least!Matthew B
Pooping at School
Boys pooping at my school was pretty much unheard of. It was weird. When I was at primary school it was ok. Aged 8-12 I could walk into a toilet drop my pants and poop. I take it we were too young to think any different. I remember my first day of secondary school (big school) I was really nervous, and when lunch time came along I was really desperate for a poo. I went to the nearest toilet. There was three stalls all empty, 3 urinals and a couple of sinks. 2 boys at the the urinals and 2 at the sink. I walked in and went straight into the stall pulled my pants and underpants down and I sat down. It was runny and unfortunaly for me it was noisy. The other boys ran over and started banging on the door "he's having a shit" I was pelted with wet toilet paper and one even jumped up and looked over. "Nice pants" he yelled, I was wearing striped briefs. I then had to walk out with them all pointing and laughing. My first day of secondary school was most deffiantaly the worst.
ol fella
girl child's stinky lil critters !
We're drivin home from shopping the other night on the highway, I am drivin, mums in the middle and girl child's in the far seat. We just got on to the 5k stretch of highway between the store and home. I'am watching the road glancing down at the dash occasionally, we're all away with our thoughts not chattin very much. When the girl child burst out gigglin, mum and I both sort of glance over at her. Then it hit us like a boxing glove, this smell, so concocted, so brewed, so potent. It brought tears to my eyes, it stung my nostrils. Mum covered her nose and mouth gasping in horror. I couldn't roll the window down fast enough. It was like nothing I'd ever smelt before. Road kill mixed with rubbish dump mixed with shower cleaner with a twist of rotten egg thrown in. Rotten to the core with a piercing essence. The smell overcame me , my eyes watered my nose ran. The wind from the window blew in offering some relief. It was all too much for the girl child, she was laughing hysterically like she was going to lay an egg. Just when the smell cleared enough to roll up the window, she let loose again. Round two another hit. My god, it got worse. Down with the window again. Must have looked funny to the other traffic this ol fella driving with his head half out the window, trying to breathe. When we get home girl child grabs the keys and she's off like a shot. Could almost see smoke coming off her sneakers. Mum gives me a kiss and says "your daughter".
I roll my eyes, grab the shopping bags out of the back and head up to the house. As I enter, I smell it again. Then I hear the shower start. I look at mum, she looks at me. "Guess it slipped through to the keeper!" mum went up to check on girl child, yep slipped through big time.
I couldn't help but laugh. She won't do that again, her fav pants too.
lolKat
Freaked out in an out house
Last weekend my family and I went to this nature park with hiking trails and look out and things. It was a really beautiful place. After lunch we were hiking up to this one look out, I was starting to feel the need for a poo, it had been 4 days and there was no way I was going to be able to hold it till we got home. As luck would have it when we got there, there was an outhouse sort of thing it had a girls side and a boys side. The Girls was its own little room, the toilet was a proper seat but the toilet was a tube that emptied into a space below, It wasn't ideal but it was better than doing it in my pants or the woods and it did have paper. I undid my jeans and slipped them off and sat on the plastic seat. I shuffled a little to get comfy and part my butt checks in preparation for my poo, I could feel it but it was going to take time.
Now this is where it gets weird, I am sitting there feeling my poo slowly opening my but hole and I hear this voice whisper "yes!" I instantly froze, I start looking around the place its deadly silent not a sound the walls are intact no holes I can't see any one, my family are a few hundred yards away at the lookout fence. My poo is right on the brink, the point where it's almost beyond sucking back in. When I suddenly think look down, I open my legs really wide and look into the space below just as my poo starts to move. I didn't see anything at first then as my eyes adjusted I could see him. There was a man in the space just below the floor. I was scared I didn't know what to do my poo was starting to come out. I stared at him, my poo was huge and there is no way I could get it out quickly. I just sat there frozen in place my poo inching out 4 days worth slowly growing out my bum. I am staring at this man from between my legs thinking all kinds of thoughts, he's watching me but he is not touching me or hurting me. My mind raced, my poo kept inching out, it felt big. It was out of me about 6inches when the man reaches up and touches the end of it. I said please don't touch me just let me do this and go, He caught my poo. The poo tapered off and ended at about 10inches, I sprang off the toilet so fast wiping my bum whilst leaning against the far wall. I threw the paper at the toilet, dressed and I was outer there.
I ran over to where my family was and catching my breath panted to my step dad about what happened. He Ran back over to the toilet and into the girls side, then the boys then walked all around the toilet. I went over to him and we both looked. Nothing in the girls, boys and no visible way to get into the space below and we couldn't see any one in the space below. My poo wasn't in there thou neither was the paper. We both stood there looking into the hole quietly but nothing.
After I Calmed down we hiked back down to the car and went to the ranger station, where dad spoke to the ranger.
We live in an apartment and we quite often poo in front of each other, I even sometimes sit on mums lap and do mine while she is doing hers but nothing like that out house.
Freaked out
Kat
Abbie
Latest news
Hi everyone, I thought I'd just update you on my latest news as I have a spare moment.
Natasha- great story from when you went to stay with Anna and Lilly, its typical that all 3 of you needed to have a poo when you got back home from your night out, at least you got on the loo in time! Sorry to hear that you had an upset stomach while you were out at the shops, that must have been really embarasing! I hope you can post again soon.
Imogen- great story about being desperate for a wee at school, you remembered it really clearly even though it must have been a while ago now, I guess it sticks in your memory if your convinced your going to wet your pants. I have to say I had my worst near misses in the first 2 or 3 years of secondary school, I can certainly remember queing for a cubicle on several occasions and feeling like I wasn't going to make it! Actually it was worse when I badly needed a wee, at least if I had a poo poking out my knickers would get a bit dirty but that would be all, but a few times when my bladder was just about to burst I would let some spurts go into my knickers and would then sometimes feel it running down my legs as you described, your then paranoid that if you leak again your knickers won't hold it and you'll end up with wee all over the floor! I know what you mean about pulling your knickers back up when there all wet and cold, I've had to do that myself a few times and I totally agree it really isn't a pleasant feeling, but as you say still better than going without.
Anyway, back to my story, last night Katie and Lucy stayed over, we went out with some other friends and got back to my house around 11.30. We went straight up to my room, I really needed the loo so I said "Sorry, I'm gonna have to use the loo, I really need a wee!" I went into my ensuite, pulled my black leggings and yellow pants down and sat on the loo, I started to wee a heavy stream that went on for a while and then finally died away. I took off my leggings, top and bra while I was on the loo as I was going to get changed for bed as soon as I'd finished my wee. Lucy and Katie had both been for a wee at the pub before we left so they didn't need to go straight away, at least that meant no-one was hanging around waiting when they were desperate!! When I was done I took some toilet paper and wiped myself, and then pulled up my pants and washed my hands before going back into my room. By now Lucy and Katie were getting undressed as well, they had taken their tops off but still had their bras on. As I came in Lucy pulled her jeans down, she blushed as her green pants came down too leaving her bum showing for a second before she quickly pulled them back up! As Lucy took off her bra and put on her nightie, Katie pulled down her leggings, she was wearing some pink flowery pants which were stuck up her bum. Just like Lucy she took off her bra before putting on her nightie. I had been rummaging around in my drawer trying to find a clean nightie, I would have felt embarased standing there just in my pants without a bra on, but I know Lucy and Katie really well so it wasn't an issue. I finally found a nightie and put it on, and then we went to bed.
The next morning we woke up late, I had got up in the night to have a wee so I didn't really need the loo first thing. I went downstairs and made some toast which I brought back up to my room. As I went in the door to my ensuite was open and I saw Katie on the loo, her nightie pulled up and her pants round her knees, it sounded like she was having a massive wee and there was a huge look of relief on her face! When Katie was done she came back into the room and we started to eat the toast. I noticed Lucy was finding it hard to sit still, she kept shifting position on the bed and flashing her pants so I guessed she needed the loo, a few minutes later she said, "I need the toilet now only its a poo so I might be awhile, does anyone else need a wee first?" Katie shook her head and I said, "No, but I'll probably want a poo myself in a bit!" Lucy said "OK, I'll try not to be too long!" Katie and I followed her in to my ensuite so we could keep chatting, Lucy lifted her nightie and dropped her pants and sat down heavily on the loo. She did a quick wee, I guessed she must have gone for a wee while I was downstairs as she didn't need to do much. Lucy then started to push, I could see she was holding her breath and after straining for a while and making some loud grunts she was very red in the face and still hadn't managed to have a poo, she said "Sorry about this, I'm constipated, I don't think I've had a poo for 5 days!" By I had a heavy feeling in my belly which was turning into something more and I knew that a big poo was on the way, so I hoped Lucy wouldn't be too much longer! Lucy did a few really hard pushes and couldn't help grunting even more, but luckily that seemed to help and shortly after I heard a loud plop as her poo dropped, followed by a few more plops a minute or so later. I could feel my poo threatening to poke out of my bum so I knelt up and pulled my pants down a bit and said "Could you hurry up Lucy, I'm just about to poo my pants!!" Lucy quickly stood up and flushed, and then stepped to the side to wipe her bottom standing up so I could get on the loo. I quickly dropped my pants to my thighs and sat down heavily, my bum slapping down onto the seat. I needed to have a wee as well so I started with that, it splashed down noisily into the bowl and I couldn't help moaning a little with relief as I relaxed my clenched bum and felt the tip of a massive log start to poke out, it felt so good just to let it come, stretching my bumhole more and more. By now Lucy had pulled her pants up and was sitting next to Katie on the floor. I knew this was going to be a fat one and I would have to push quite hard to get it out, so I took a deep breath and started to bear down, I knew I was screwing up my face a bit as I pushed to the amusement of the other two, they couldn't help giggling as I continued to strain. I kept pushing and grunting for the next 5 minutes, feeling the log make its way out a tiny bit each time, and eventually it dropped and splashed down into the water and I was ready to wipe my bottom. After I'd wiped I flushed and pulled my pants up and then washed my hands, and we went back into my room to get dressed. Lucy took off her nightie and rummaged in her bag, she said "I know I've got some clean knickers in here somewhere!" In the meantime Katie had taken off her pants and put on some clean ones which had yellow and orange stripes, she pulled her nightie over her head and started to put on her bra as I took off my nightie and went over to my pants drawer to find some clean ones too. Lucy took out a pair of white pants and pulled down the ones she was wearing, she quickly put on her clean ones and then put her bra on. While Lucy and Katie put their jeans on I changed my pants, my clean ones were white as well. I put on my bra and then finished getting dressed too. Hope you enjoyed this story, will post again soon, bye for now!!Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Samantha first welcome to the site and great story it sounds like your sister had a good poop and sounds like your mom really had to go as well and finally you after a bit of a struggle and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.
To: Michael sounds like Kayla was having a rough time.
To: Anna J great set of stories.
To: Natasha great set of stories it sounds like you guys had some good poops.
To: Sonya Sue great story.
Well that's all for now
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Monday, April 17, 2017
Ellison
Remembering Janice
Yesterday, like many weeks, my childhood friend Danni and I met after work at our favorite tavern. Some things just don't change from week-to-week: 1) I'm the first to arrive and feel ackward sitting alone with a big pitcher of beer in front of me; b) Danni always invites a couple of guys from her department, but they stop a a sports bar first for Round I; c) when Danni arrives she is always holding a super crap and demands that I accompany her to the ladies room. This bathroom is different. There are two open toilets attached to a wall. No cubicles. Just a hip-high plastic partition between the toilets.
This week it was obvious that Danni had been holding her crap. She said her department had gone out for lunch. She had a lot to drink and said now five hours later her anus was more than properly lubricated for a dump. She's so gross but in an amusing sort of way. I had never seen her drop herself onto the toilet so fast. Luckily she yanked her thong and slacks down faster. The splashes started immediately and by the time I placed myself on my toilet I must have counted 6 or 7 splashes. Since she didn't hear anything from me she asked why. I told her I had crapped on my way in to work when I had to stop for gas and that I had just weed an hour ago when I had to stop for some aspirin. Luckily I was able to wee a little, because I knew she was listening. She use to tease me 20 years ago in school saying I had a peanut bladder that needed to be emptied ever hour or so.
As we sat I asked Danni why she holds her crap like that. Why not sit down and go at first chance? She got a little defensive and then told me this story from when we were in 9th grade. There was the girl Janice in her Phys. Ed class. The locker room where they dressed in their gym clothing was very large and there were dozens of girls using it each period. Danni said there were only two toilets over in the corner similar to the ones we were using. Definitely no privacy, but always in use out of necessity. So they were divided up for shooting baskets. Danni's partner was Janice. As the hour wore on, Janice would take less shots. Then she would stand back against the wall and watch Danni.
Our teacher ran the class like we were in the military. Soldiers. No one was allowed to leave the activity for the bathroom. She said any normal person should be able to either go at the beginning of the hour or hold it 45 minutes. Because she ran in marathons, she gave us a lot of sarcasm using athletes as examples. So I think Janice had probably been intimated. Two whistles ended the class. Because Janice had not been participating, our drill instructor teacher ordered her to collect all the basketballs and put them in the cart for the next class. All the girls ran for the showers. When Danni got to the showers, the two toilets were already in use and all the other girls were starting their showers because they had only minutes to shower and get changed for their next class.
Danni saved a shower for Janice. She said Janice came in walking slowly. She stood by the toilets, but the two girls seated showed no signs of getting off, so Danni watched Janice take a bench, take off her clothing and then join her for a shower. She said Janice looked like she was about to fall down. With the water running over her, Danni said really soft crap started to drop out of Janice. This seemed to shock Janice. Some of the other girls saw it and nudged others. She said Janice originally tried to use a foot to push one or two pieces towards a drain, but it was too far away and close to another student who was showering. Then Janice went to the drain, with some crap running down the inside of both legs. She fell to her knees. Then she positioned herself over the drain and got into a squat with her feet on the sides of the drain. More was coming out when the teacher felt something was wrong and came in to check it out.
Danni said the teacher grabbed Janice, practically dragged her into an equipment room that was open. She was kept in there while. The teacher yelled at her, called her North's Shower Shitter, but when the dismissal bell rang, and everyone cleared out, Janice was allowed to shower alone and then given her clothing and towels to clean up with.
As Danni remembers it, friends in the next class were kept out of the shower room and lockers until some special cleaning was done after school.
Danni said Janice was occasionally referred to as North's Shower Shitter for the rest of the year. The next year her parents moved her to a private school.Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Samantha first welcome to the site and great story it sounds like your sister had a good poop and sounds like your mom really had to go as well and finally you after a bit of a struggle and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.
To: Michael sounds like Kayla was having a rough time.
To: Anna J great set of stories.
To: Natasha great set of stories it sounds like you guys had some good poops.
To: Sonya Sue great story.
Well that's all for now
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this siteImogen
school toilets
Abbie, it really seems to be a common problem, the state of toilets in schools. Mine sound really like yours, I tried to avoid using them, but that meant I ended up getting desperate.
I've only had skidmarks a couple of times, but I would often run to the toilet desperate for a wee and feel it start to come out. Sometimes it'd only be a tiny spot, but other times there could be quite a bit.
One time was in year 8 I think and I was quite shy, I'd just got sat down in the first lesson after lunch and I realised I needed a wee. At that moment the teacher arrived so I realised I'd have to hold it in. I knew I didn't dare ask, because the teacher would have asked why I didn't go at lunchtime! The lesson was an hour long and by halfway through I was crossing my legs and feeling really uncomfortable. I was getting more and more desperate for a wee. I was then starting to worry that I wouldn't be able to wait long enough, and that I might wet my pants. However at about 5 minutes to, the teacher let us all out early, I'm not sure why! I wasn't complaining though! I ran down the corridor towards the nearest toilets, turning right and going up the stairs and then down another quiet corridor to the toilet block. This was quite a small one with only two cubicles, and both were in use!!
As I ran I could feel a few dribbles come out into my knickers and I was really hoping that I'd be able to hold it in. I stood in front of the cubicles desperately trying to keep it in, I was holding my front through my skirt but then I heard the main door open so had to let go, it was Caitlin a girl from my class, who asked me if I was queuing, then sighed when I said I was. I was fidgeting so much I could barely stand still, but tried to not look to desperate. I could feel more leaks, including one big one which seemed to dampen my knickers properly, and I could start to feel it running down my legs (I didn't have tights on). I was really starting to worry now that I might have a total accident in front of somebody, when one of the girls in a cubicle flushed and came out and I followed. I slammed the door shut and tore my knickers down and actually started weeing on the floor in front of the toilet, as I couldn't get over the toilet before I exploded. The feeling was heaven, but I was so embarrased. I looked down and my knickers, which were pink with yellow outlines, were damp throughout the bottom part.
I sat there for at least a minute and a half letting the wee out, at first it was a long continual stream, which then died down into an on-and-off stream. Finally I sat for a while. At this point I could hear Caitlin go into the cubicle next door and do a long hissing wee on her toilet. I pulled off loads of toilet roll and tried to dry my knickers, but there was a lot. I also dried the back of my legs as I'd leaked down there. Pulling up the knickers wasn't nice as they were wet and cold, but it was better than going without.
Victoria B.
Broken flusher and wet butt
Hey!
I said I'd try to sneak some posts in if anything interesting or unusual happened. Long story short, something did.
I was up on the fourth floor of the library doing research on Wednesday when I realized that my butt was full to the cheeks. I needed to poop and to do it soon. First, though, I spent a few minutes quietly savoring the feeling and appreciating my decision not to wear a thong that day! I put all my books and my computer in my bag and headed for the nearest bathroom.
Two of the three shiny black stalls were taken-the middle and the end. That left me with the first one and I really didn't mind, even with the impending number two brewing inside of me. A quick check of the stall revealed a sparkling clean pot and one of my favorite sights in the entire world: a fresh, full roll of toilet paper in the holder. I don't know why I find it so appealing, maybe it's just the relief of knowing that I'll be clean after doing however much I need to do. Either way, it was the green light I needed. I locked the stall (while appreciating the healthy plop that came from one of the other two) and hung my bag and purse up before getting down to business.
I unzipped my jeans and brought them down to about calf level before they were joined by my purple underwear as I took a seat. An unpleasant surprise greeted me as I was getting comfortable on it: the automatic flush triggered and gave my below-seat level butt a nice splash as a way of welcome. Well, at least I wouldn't have to worry about paper if I needed extra wiping... My premature flush was joined by one from the stall next to me as I heard footsteps headed towards the sink after it was opened. Hands were washed and dried and the door opened and closed. I was alone with the occupant of the end stall.
This was when I got to work on my own number two. Neither afraid nor ashamed of my body and its functions I broke the silence with a quick fart that announced the departure of my first log. It was a thick one too, one that took its time getting out. The turd was mostly underwater when it broke off with a soft splash. This also was too much for the oversensitive flush and it went off again, giving my naked bottom another nice shot of water. The occupant of the end stall must've thought that the accidental flushing of the bowl signaled my departure because she shortly afterwards dropped a bomb of her own that came to an impressive splash landing. The gentle moan that made its way out of her throat indicated that she knew how to enjoy what she was doing. I was a little turned on, not gonna lie.
I had more of my load to push out and so I got to work on the next piece. It was much thinner and quickly snaked its way through my buttonhole before plopping down into the empty bowl. This time, oddly enough, there was no flush. I celebrated my reprieve with a quick pee that accompanied my final two pieces, small logs that fell one after the other with a nice *plip! ploop!* With that I was finished. I grabbed some paper for my front and wiped it before I stupidly slid forward, forgetting that my normal wiping technique would invite a watery reprisal from this particular toilet. Indeed it did. I was luckily much further up on the seat than I was in my pooping position and that meant that I was spared from more unwanted water. Still, enough of a mess had been made to require four separate handfuls to get both cheeks and hole clean.
I stood up [final flush!], pulled my cotton panties and jeans back to their intended position, and left the stall after getting my bag and purse from the hooks on its door. It wasn't until I was at the sink with plenty of soap and hot water that I heard a grunt and a huge splash from the end stall. Poor thing, she must've been constipated! I left her to it and continued my day!
Love,
Victoria
Saturday, April 15, 2017