Uncle Harry
Roadside Peeing 1
The story about Peeing In The Corn reminds me of an even many years ago. I was home from college for the summer and my younger sister and her somewhat older girlfriend went on a day trip one Saturday. The whole day we never made a pit stop. The trip home was clogged with traffic and we were on a semi-expressway. All of a sudden, of course, we all needed to pee badly. There was no quick way to get to a bathroom. We did come to a place where we could pull over and go out into a small field. Everything around it was rocky. My sister and I were no problem, as we peed together many times. Her girlfriend was another story. She had never peed with a boy around and she didn't want to start now. My sister talked her, reluctantly, that it was time she got used to the idea. So I got out my penis and my sister and I peed. Now it was time for Donna. She took of her shorts and showed her panties. She didn't want to take them off, so I pulled them off for her. By now she dying to piss and starting to dribble. Suddenly, she squatted down and let loose. We clapped as her urine poured out. She smiled as she realized that she could do it.
It took at least a minute to empty her bladder. She gave a few more squirts and then wiped her pussy, put on her panties and shorts. We got in the car and headed home satisfied, at least as much as the traffic would allow.Abbie
Latest update
Hi everyone, I've only been back at uni for a week following the Easter holidays, but I've come back home as it as a bank holiday weekend over here.
Imogen- glad you managed to get out of the mens loos before anyone noticed!!
To be honest things haven't been going that well pooing-wise since I've been back at uni, having done quite well with my constipation over Easter I've been struggling again these last few days. On Thursday I had a heavy feeling in my belly by the end of my first lecture, normally thats the first sign that I'm starting to want a poo so I went to the toilets as soon as the lecture was over. I got a cubicle quite quickly, pulled down my jeans and pink knickers and sat on the loo, I had a wee and then tried to relax. Nothing was coming so I started to push but still nothing, I knew I should need a poo as I hadn't been since Sunday. After a while I could feel the tip of a log starting to poke out but by then I was already late for my next lecture so I had to suck it up which was really annoying, I wiped quickly and pulled up my knickers and jeans before leaving my cubicle and washing my hands. I obviously tried again after the lecture but by then my bowels were like concrete and I couldn't even push the tip out for some reason. Friday morning came and I felt bloated and uncomfy but still didn't really have an urge for a poo, even though I definitely knew I must need to open my bowels by now. Towards the end of my lecture that morning I suddenly needed to have a poo, as soon as the lecture was finished I went to the toilets and started to queue for a cubicle, I was clenching my bum but could feel the tip of a log starting to poke out despite my efforts. I could feel my knickers were stuck up my bum and I knew I would probably end up with skidmarks, so I reached round behind myself, put my hands down my leggings and pulled my knickers down a bit, I was leaning against the wall so I don't think anyone noticed! I made it into a cubicle just in time, I quickly dropped my jeans and white knickers and couldn't help moaning as I sat on the loo, almost at once I felt the log starting to make its way out. I looked down at my knickers and I did have a bit of a skidmark but luckily it wasn't that bad, I've certainly had a lot worse!! It didn't take me long to realise that I was likely to be there a while, as the log felt really fat and hard and when thats the case I know I'm in for a really hard time and it will take a lot of pushing to get it out of me. The girl on my left had just finished a long hissing wee and then stayed sitting, so it looked like I wasn't the only one in need of a poo, I just hoped that she might need to strain as well so that it wouldn't just be me grunting away! I tried to relax and let the log come but quite soon I could feel it getting fatter and I knew I'd have to start pushing, so I took a deep breath and bore down hard, as I expected I couldn't help grunting once I'd stopped pushing which was a bit embarasing as I knew the girl next to me would probably have heard. I listened to hear if she was making any noises and sure enough a few seconds later I heard her making a grunt of her own which made me feel better! For the next few minutes we both kept on straining and grunting, by now my first log was almost ready to drop and as I did another hard push it fell into the bowl with a splash and I moaned with relief. Next door I could hear my neighbours grunts getting louder, she sounded really constipated but was obviously determined to go. As I pushed out my second log she still hadn't managed to produce anything, I really hoped that she was going to enjoy some success soon. As I took some toilet paper and started to wipe my bottom I heard her making more grunts and then there was a splash, I heard her moan with relief as well and then shortly after I heard her doing some runny poo, I sometimes get the same if I'm badly constipated. I finished wiping and then pulled up my knickers and jeans before flushing and coming out of my cubicle, leaving the other girl to finish off.
My next story is actually from last night when my friend Lucy was staying the night, we ate loads of leftovers and then took a box of chocolates up to my room to eat while we watched a film. I could feel the urge for a poo building steadily and knew I'd have to go before long. "My jeans are digging in me, I'm going to have to take them off" said Lucy when we got up to my room, she unbuttoned them and pulled them down then sat on my bed in just her white top and yellow flowery knickers. "Yeah, mine are pretty tight too" I replied, starting to unbutton and unzip them. I took my jeans off and sat back on my bed next to Lucy, I was wearing pink and yellow stripey knickers. By now I was wanting a poo quite badly and I could feel that my knickers had gone up my bum, as I stood up I made sure I pulled them out and down a bit so that I hopefully wouldn't get skidmarks. "I really need a poo" I said to Lucy, "Come in with me and keep chatting, it might take me a while, I struggled a bit last time I went!"
As I walked over to my ensuite I could feel my poo starting to poke out and was glad I'd pulled my knickers down a bit, even though I could feel the top of my bum showing! Luckily Lucy was the same, after I'd dropped my knickers to my knees and sat on the loo she turned her back to me to get a drink from the tap and I could see her bum showing above her knickers. Lucy sat on the floor and kept talking to me while I started to push. I weed for a bit then I could feel the tip of a massive log starting to make its way out, I took a deep breath, bore down and pushed for as long and as hard as I could, the poo slid out really slowly and was stretching my bumhole to the limit. I kept straining and could feel I was going a bit red, after about 10 minutes I thought I'd probably pushed half of the massive fat log out, by now it definitely wasn't going to get sucked back up so I had a bit of a breather. "Don't worry, I know the feeling, I still get constipated quite a bit" said Lucy sympathetically, "Actually I'd better try to go when your done, I haven't had a poo for a while either."
I started pushing again and a few minutes later I could feel that the widest part was out, it sped up now and shortly after splashed down into the bowl and I caught my breath. I did a long fart and then pushed out a few more pieces which must have taken another 10 minutes and then took some toilet paper and wiped my bottom. I flushed and pulled up my knickers then went to wash my hands, by the time I'd turned back round Lucy was on the loo having a wee. She did a couple of loud farts and we both giggled. After a few seconds her wee stream trickled to a stop and she started to push, it looked like she was going to have a pretty hard time too so I started to chat about all sorts of stuff to distract her. After about 10 minutes of straining and going red she gasped "Its nearly out," shortly after I heard a splosh as her log dropped and she moaned with releaf. She stayed sitting so I guessed she needed to do some more, shortly after she farted again and then I heard a couple of loud plops. She then reached for the loo roll and started to wipe her bum. When she'd flushed and washed her hands we both went back into my room and got ready for bed, then watched a film. Hope you liked this story, will post again soon, bye for now!
ol fella
To Emily and Molly in response to "Questions"
This might fit,
1/ It was our wedding day and we were standing at the altar, I was in a dark suite and my wife in her lovely white gown looking stunning. The preacher had just declared us man and wife and I went in for a kiss, as our lips met my wife lost it and a log slipped out into her panties. Oh course no one knew at the time and the dress and train hid it all. I am sure the preacher could work out where the smell was from but the family never knew it was her.
She kept her cool right through. When we got into the car and drove off she leaned over and told me she was sitting there with a smelly log in her panties and was about to do the rest. I pulled into a gas station and parked down the side. We got out the car and I went with her into the single person ladies. I held the back of her dress and train up while she sat and pushed out the rest, first time I ever saw her making logs. Oh she was embarrassed to start with but soon caught on that I was interested. She threw her panties in the trash and thought it was wicked and not lady like to go out with none on. I helped her wash her bum and legs with wet paper towels. She went the rest of the night with no panties on, right through the reception and we have been pretty much watching each other go ever since where possible.
2/ public poo. we were out in the truck, my wife's heavily pregnant with our daughter at this time, when she asks me to pull up for a emergency poo. I pull into this side road and stop, she grabs the bog roll from under the seat and makes a dash for the long grass. she drops her overalls I see her squat. unbeknown to her at the same time a bus pulls up on the main road with a flat. now being a taller vehicle all the ball players on board are looking down into the grass as my wife's unloading butt. Now I don't know how much they could see but it was like birds on a wire, all eyes watching her. She finishes and stands up to wipe. It was about this point that the bus erupted in cheers and whistles. She continued to wipe, pulled up her overalls and turned and bowed to the cheering crowd. Walking back to the truck as if nothing happened.
nothing more was ever said.
ol fella
Chloe
The Hike
When I was a freshman in college I was on a day hike with my friends in Hawaii. After a long day of hiking and jumping off of waterfalls, we were staving. We packed up and headed back up the mountain. As we were walking, I was hit by a big urge to poop. The urge got worse and worse as he headed up the steep mountain. About halfway up, I couldn't walk another step. I told my friend to go on ahead and that I would catch up. The trail was narrow, without a lot of cover, so I had to wait until I was sure that I was alone. Once the last group had passed me, I made my way to a bend in the trail that had a small nook loosely covered by trees. I pulled my shorts and swimsuit down to my knees and squatted down. Almost immediately, a huge pile of mushy poop slipped out of me. For a moment, I savored in my newfound relief. Then came the next problem: I had nothing to wipe with. I knew that my friends would be worried about me by now, so I had to make a decision, and fast. In one fluent stroke, I pulled my shorts and swimsuit completely off. I used my bikini bottom to wipe my messy butt and then threw it down the hill into the woods. I pulled my shorts back up, going commando underneath, and made my way up the mountain to meet up with my friends.
Steve A
Girl had an accident or not?
I was about to leave to join my friends for a late lunch/early dinner until they messaged me saying that they didn't leave yet. So, I put my bike away and then headed back upstairs to meet them at their dorm room. After I put my bike away, I saw this girl come inside and she had a wet spot on the back of her shorts. She knew about it, but didn't look nervous about it. She probably sat on a wet surface or had an accident, but either way, she didnt have a jacket covering it up because it was warm outside.
Emily and Molly
Questions
Women, please take a moment to answer these! We appreciate it!
1. Do you remember a time when you looked your absolute best and you HAD NO CHOICE but to unload a tremendously huge, smelly bowel movement? We have heard of the "girls don't poop" myth that some of the guys, especially our high school students, try to suggest. So, we really wanted to know when you looked stereotypically like a creature that could not possibly poop, and when you did, it was a ferocious monster! Haha!
(Or, perhaps, the bowel movement happened when you were getting ready to be the stunning knock out you were that night!)
2. We've all had to have a bowel movement in public, whether or school, church, out shopping, at a concert or a sporting event. But do you have a story about being somewhere that you could not possibly imagine that nature would issue a call that you could not decline? The first thought is that you cannot believe that I'm having to go number two here (wherever that place would be). The second thought is that it is incredibly (exciting/embarrassing/memorable - whatever the emotion) that you are having to go number two there.
Thank you! We have stories we'd like to share but we would love to hear from you first!
All the best,
Emily and Molly xoxo
ol fella
peeing in the corn
Was changing the motor on no4 pump yesterday its in a hut over the bore, when I hear a car pull up and the two doors thump. Didn't pay too much attention to it at first, till I could hear these two women talking. I looked around the door to see them disappear into the corn. My first thought was here we go there going to help themselves to the crop, seems to be happening more often out this way. So I walk into the corn about 20' from where I saw them go in. suppose I was in 4 rows before I looked along and saw them. They had were still nattering away to each other but were both squatting. One had her dress up around her ears with her lilly white ass pointing at me, the other was out of view in front of her.
As their conversation continued I could see a thick golden stream of pee come from under her. Reckon she must have been holding it for some time. Her pee hit the black soil with such force, it cut its own furrow. It formed a foamy pool under her growing larger and larger. She hissed away for a good five minutes like this before the flow slowed. She'd done so much it pooled and her shoes were now swimming in it ! Her pee dribbled and her friend asked if she was done she responded with another dribble "yes". With one hand holding the dress up she fumbled to wipe herself with some tissue. Then slowly stood up, let her dress fall and pulled up her panties. It was then she realised her shoes were swimming and took a step back to clear the puddle.
She had tossed her tissue into the corn and it caught on the leaves. I couldn't see the other woman doing hers but she must have done it at the same time cause after they left there were two wet spots soaking into the ground.
I went back to the pump hut. Least these two did it in the field not in the hut.
Last year I was having trouble with one of the older pumps and when I went up to the hut and opened the door. I found a woman had left me a present, a pair of size 20 panties with a pad and a semi squashed huge triangle of firm poo in them. By the amount of poo smeared tissues and wet wipes, She'd used the hut to clean herself up. That hut does look like an outhouse thou opposed to the tin garden sheds over the other ones.
ol fella
ol fella
what happened when they both wanted the toilet
We're a very open family, there's me my wife and our girl child, we have never close doors or hide our bathroom habits or been ashamed of our body's. My wife and I like to watch each other on the toilet, I think she quite attractive sitting there and I think she likes to show off what she's doing a bit too.
My wife hadn't been for a couple of days she said she could feel a poo but it wasn't ready but this morning after breakfast she felt really full and thought that she might sit and see if it would come out. We both went up to the bathroom, I did a quick wee while my wife watched then I sat on the bathtub in front of but just off to the side of the toilet to watch. She took her night dress and panties off and sat on the toilet, getting comfortable she relaxed and waited. Her ???? was full and she could feel her poo moving down. A feeling that she was clearly enjoying. She sat there for 20min just letting it come down before she felt like she could start to feel it ready to come out, I could hear it crackle as opened her. she was in heaven feeling it, her poo was going to be thick and long, She had managed out about 1" of it when our girl child came in. She could see mum's poo under her had just started and see what was out of her but she still asked for the toilet for her own poo. mum sighed and tried to cut off the poo but it stayed there. Girl child had her panties off ready for the seat her poo was close she held her cheeks together and begged mum to shift. My wife still had a lot more to do and there was no way she could get it to suck back in but she got up, the start of her poo between her cheeks and let girl child sit. My wife turned her bum towards where I was sitting on the edge of the tub 90 deg to the toilet right in front of girl child, I could see my wife's poo was holding her open. We both looked at the girl child who had taken her mother's spot, she was peeing wildly and we could see and hear she was starting her poo . It was a mirror of her mums solid and thick, she relaxed and it slowly started out. Seeing girl child's start coming out mum started to do more and they were both pooing at the same time mum standing my girl sitting, I held the trash basket under mums bum so if her poo did break it wouldn't go on the floor but it was sticking straight out behind her like a tail. Girl child and mum were watching each other poo intently. Mum had 12" out and girl child's was into the bottom of the bowl. It was an impressive site both my girls doing their poos at the same time, my wife's poo hung from her as did girl child's. Neither was showing any sign of finishing. The girl child felt her poo get harder to do when it hit the bottom of the toilet and tried to curve into the hole my wife's was hanging down nearly 18" when it broke into the trash she still had more thou. the girl child was grunting more out when mum told her to stand up a bit. she did and the end of it left her bum and sat about 2" above the seat. Girl child rolled off some paper and wiped her kitten and bum several times and tossed the paper in the waste paper basket my wife did 10" more before saying she was done and took a lot more to clean up. They both dressed and the cheeky pair say can you clean that up !
I went and got some gloves. My wife's poo was in the basket it was solid and quite firm then I looked in the toilet, there was no way girl child's poo was going to flush it was blocking the hole and standing up above the seat, I carefully removed it to the trash bag, it too was solid and firm like my wife's. I then tipped the gloves in. I took the whole lot out behind the shed to the grass clipping pile dug a hole and tipped it all in. next time I will dig a hole and they can both do it out there cut out the middle man.
Girl child comes up to us later on and says sorry to her mum for making her get up and how cool it was to be able to poo with mum at the same time. My wife kissed her forehead and said don't make a habit of it but I know she enjoyed doing it too.
I love them both very much and am thankful my girl child still thinks boys stink, horses are the best thing in the world, she still talks to us, doesn't live inside her phone and is confident enough to make independent decisions.
ol fellaBrandon T
comments & stuff
To: Marissa great story it sounds like you had a good poop and got it out without being caught I wonder if anyone found it later on,
To: Just Made It Meg first welcome to the site and great story about your big poop pleas post anymore stories you have thanks.
To: Mina as always another great story about you and your friends.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this siteVictoria B.
The Mother of Monsters, cont.
Hey!
Last time I promised a story about a massive loaf pinched by my very own butt. Here it is!
I finished a particularly exhausting day of classes on Wednesday and the stress was starting to get to me. The lab portion of the final for my last required science class had gone as well as predicted. In other words, I held on for dear life and barely scraped through it. I got home and decided to go for a walk in order to replenish my drained spirits. A stop at home to drop off my bag and purse and go for a quick pee was the only detour. I noticed while I was on the toilet that I would need a number two at some point in the near future. At that moment it would've been all pushing on my part so I decided to hold off for awhile. I'd been pushed enough already. I wiped my front, pulled up my leopard-print underwear (so much for lucky panties!) and jeans, and flushed.
A brief trip to the sink for some handwashing and a stop for a hoodie was all that stood between me and my walk. I went on a trail that I'd been down before; familiarity meant comfort in such a state of mind. I breathed in deeply, trying futilely to smother anxiety in forest air. My heart pounded; a few stubborn tears escaped. My walk turned into run. Away from what I still can't tell you. But I was sprinting away from something with tears flying down my cheeks. I hadn't intended to go for a run, but yet there I was. I just kept running until I ran out of breath. There it was. Better. I realized during my halt that my small need for a poop had reached critical mass and that I needed to return home to avoid having to bare my bottom along the trail. It had been done before and probably again, but it's still something I like to avoid if at all possible. So I ended up running back hoe, cheeks clinched under cover of denim and fake leopard skin. This was going to be the bomb to end all bombs, a potential clogger even before its splash landing.
I fumbled with the key to unlock the back door, conveniently located closer to the bathroom than the front. Home at last! I ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and ripping my jeans and undies down to ankle level before I more threw my butt onto the seat than sat down. I stretched and leaned all the way back on the contoured black seat as a thought entered my head: the huge log in my hole was all the tension and emotional strain of the day. It was a huge piece of poop that was going down the drain while I remained here, alive and well, stronger from the difficult experience of the day. I got to work after about five minutes of sitting in silence with my eyes closed and glasses off. The biggest turd that has ever passed between my cheeks began slithering out of my puckered-up rear and it more than took its time. It didn't hurt at all, in fact, the feeling of relief and release was almost orgasmic. I went into an unbridled moan that sharply crescendoed as the log landed with a satisfying *thud!* Two tiny pieces escaped shortly thereafter, one landing on top of the monster and the other hitting porcelain after a brief plip. I was done and remained sitting for another couple of minutes to savor the feeling and process everything that had happened.
I got up and surveyed the damage. The thing was a least a foot (30 cm) long and about the diameter of a beer can. It was perfectly formed, all smooth and somewhat folded back on itself in the shape of the letter "C." The smell was unreal. There was no way this thing was gonna go down as it was. So I (must confess, I took a picture on my phone!) grabbed my trusty plunger and got to work smashing everything up. The pink of my plunger's cup looked really cool against the black of the toilet bowl! Then, the moment of truth. I pushed the flush down and held my breath... Everything made it! Everything except for the most wicked skidmark I'd ever laid in a toilet bowl, that was. I sat back down and wiped, appreciating that the Mother of Monsters had been kind enough to not leave too much behind. I noticed the second flush took care of the paper and skidmark as I pulled my panties and jeans back up. Hot water and soap was last on the agenda as I washed my hands and left the bathroom after fifteen of the most relaxing minutes of my life. I then got on here and made the first post, knowing that I was too spent to do a proper writeup that day!
To Mina: It's a date if I'm ever in Japan! Have fun in Italy!
Love, VictoriaTlana
Steven A's Reaction Survey
1. A bathroom with no stall doors?
When necessary, I will use one in my school. Each bathroom has stalls with the door off. I just get up on the toilet, do my thing, and get off ASAP.
2. A bathroom with no barriers? doors?
Sometimes I've used them when I'm out on my bike for a ride. Some parks have them to discourage people from hanging out in the bathrooms for sexual or criminal reasons.
3. If someone besides you has an accident in public?
That's happened with some of the children I babysit. At 5 or 6 they say they want to do it on their own, but then something goes wrong. With one girl it was that the seat was so loose that she fell off.
3B. Would I help them out if not in a rush? If I didn't know them at all and was not responsible for them (babysitting) I think I might.
4. If a guy or girl is in the wrong bathroom?
Outside of parents who take a little kid of the opposite sex in, I don't like it. I've had a couple of situations at the park. One involved this drunk guy who was so far drunk that he couldn't figure out how to turn around, leave and go into the guys' room on the other side.
5. Your thoughts on those who hold it all day at school or work and don't go until they get home?
I'm somewhat sympathetic when they are in pain or have an accident. But I know what they are doing is foolish.
6. If you accidentally clog the toilet in public or another person's house?
I think it has only happened to me once. I was at a friend's house. I think I was in middle school with him. Instead of telling his mom, I found the plunger and luckily it worked.
7. When you're waiting in line at a port-a-potty outside and you have to poop while others are waiting behind you?
This has happened to me several times. My craps are soft so finally when I get inside the unit, I latch the door and most of the time I'm only seated 15 or 20 seconds before I empty. When there's toilet paper, I might spend more time wiping than I did sitting.Fred
To Nina re: concert accidents
Hi Nina, I read your story and I'm sorry you made a mess in your pants during the concert. I hope it didn't make you feel to uncomfortable and embarrassed that you didn't enjoy the show, but accidents happen.
It didn't happen to me but to my ex at a dave matthews band concert. It was really packed and it was an outdoor show. It was at this pavilion on the outskirts of town and there was really no indoor area, the only bathrooms were a line of port a potties. My ex was notorious for resisting public toilets for as long as possible, especially a port a potty. So sure enough she resisted at the show to the point where she was suddenly rather lifeless in the crowd. She went from dancing and singing along and waving her arms to just kind of standing there. She was staring kind of nervously down. We were too close to the stage to hear each other so I couldn't ask her was was wrong, but I soon figure it out. In addition to catching a whif of fresh poop on the wind randomly every minute or so, I saw her standing really awkwardly with her hip turned so her butt was sort of right near the side of my thigh concealed by my body, and she had her left arm awkwardly stretch behind her with her forearm across her butt. I took a more careful look, and that's when I saw the wetness.
She had on these leggings that are tough to describe, they are like teal colored with white and black swirly designs or something, and they were visibly darkened all down the backs of her legs so I knew she peed her pants. After that it was just a matter of time before the smell I kept catching a wiff of got a lot stronger and a lot more consistent as she apparently continued to poop in her pants. Finally I saw it, when she moved her arm for a moment, there was a prominent bulge protruding from right between her cheeks the size of a pear, with a dark brown stain seeping through from the wetness. Then she just continued standing there watching the show in wet and messed pants, at 26 years old.
It wasn't until we were leaving and we were hearing people make comments that her shame and embarrassment set in and she was turning bright red and asking me to walk right behind her to cover her up. The worst part for me was she wasn't completely done and lost control again during the ride home, making the smell a lot worse.After School Emily and Molly
Before Church Emily and Molly
Hi, fellow toileters!
This is Molly writing on behalf of us both. We wanted to write and share that we are still reading the forum! Like Victoria B, we have been so busy as we prepare our students for finals and such. The final grading period is always a busy time!
Victoria B, Warm thoughts and prayers as you prepare for finals! We celebrate the awesome number two that you did and hope that it provided needed relief for a good day. We love your stories! Best, Emily and Molly
Just Made It Meg, We are glad that you made it to the restroom! Wouldn't it have been good to have enjoyed that in the privacy of your home? We're 25 and 24, respectively, so we are glad to hear from all in our age bracket! Best, Emily and Molly
To Brandon T, Mina, Anna, and all the others who have been so kind to share this conversation with us, we wish you all the best!
Emily and Molly xoxo
Just Made It Meg
Friend Emergency
One of my closest friends is Kirsten. I've known her since high school and as her friend I can say with honesty that Kirsten has always been a little dumb. Despite being a year older than me she still doesn't have a driver's licence so I usually just drive us around when we hang out.
Yesterday I picked her up from her house to spend the rest of the afternoon together. Kirsten likes retro video games so we were heading to this really cool local store that sells used video games and consoles. It's about a 20 minute drive from her house.
Kirsten was genuinely excited to get there and it was kind of cute. She has a habit of spending a lot of money and I had the feeling we were gonna be awhile. I shopped around with her for a bit before she started acting really weird. It's like she wasn't excited anymore, she seemed distracted. Instead of looking at the video games for sale Kirstin just kind of glanced at them as she walked past.
I asked her what's up and she nervously said that she'll tell me in the car. We eventually got to what Kirsten came for, the SNES games. Kirsten wanted to look at them all but she was kind of rushing. She ended up taking a good handful of Super Nintendo games up to the counter.
The guy working the counter couldn't see but from behind I noticed Kirsten kept shifting her weight from side to side as she was paying, kind of fidgeting. I didn't buy anything so once she paid we headed out. Kirsten walked to the car in a really awkward way, just kind of stilted. Finally we got in the car so I asked her what was up.
Kirsten's face got red, she was definitely embarrassed. "When we were in there I had to poop super bad! I still really gotta go Meg, can I please, please use your toilet? I don't think I can wait for my house." Kirsten lived about 20 minutes away but my apartment was much closer maybe only 15. "Is that why you were fidgeting when you were paying?" I backed out as we talked. "Yes oh my god, I was holding it so hard."
I told Kirsten she could poop at my apartment because that's what friends are for. She was fidgeting in her seat and couldn't sit still. She whined a little and said "Could you please try and hurry? I'm about to seriously poop in your car." I really didn't want to clean up Kirsten's shit that night so I tried to drive fast.
Kirsten farted really loud on the way and her face turned bright red. "Oh god I'm sorry, I can't hold my farts back anymore." We were almost there so I told her she could fart as much as she needed to, and she definitely did. Kirsten's farts smelt bad and was she extremely embarrassed. I can't imagine how much poop was inside her.
We were a block away from my place and Kirsten farted again. She was bouncing up and down in her seat and said "I can't hold it anymore Meg, I don't think I'm gonna make it!" She wiggled around a lot and was farting really bad as I pulled into my apartment's parking lot. "We're here just please don't shit your pants!" but it was too late. She farted one more time and a single tear came out of her eye as she said "I'm so sorry, I'm not gonna make it." She leaned forward in her seat and I suddenly heard a squishing crackling sound. Her poop made a lot of squishing noises as it filled up her underwear. She pooped in her pants for probably a good 20 seconds straight before the sounds stopped so I assumed she was done.
The car reeked of her shit. Kristen sat there in her mess and cried a little but I helped her inside and let her use my shower to clean off and my washing machine to wash the shit out of her jeans. We just chucked her blown out underwear in the dumpster and she freeballed the ride home lmao.
Uncle Harry
Pee Party
In my senior year of high school, we had a party in the large home of one of the students. My school was rather small; only 32 in my class. For no particular reason, 7 of us were hanging in the bathroom; 3 boys and 4 girls. I suddenly needed to pee. Rather than break up the group, I asked the girls they would mind if I peed. They quickly ok'd it and seemed excited about it. So I got out my penis, aimed into the bowl, and started to pee. All 4 girls gathered around and watched. One girl bent over to get a closer look. I finished, shook my dick a little, put it away. "He did it", one girl said. "He pissed with girls watching".
Now another boy decided to also to pee and get an audience. The girls observed him too. The third boy didn't said he didn't need to pee.
Unexpectedly, one of the girls spoke up and said," If a boy can pee with girls watching, why can't a girl pee with boys watching. I'm going to do it". She off her shorts. With a bit of hesitation, she took off her panties, revealing her pussy. Then she sat on the toilet seat, with her legs together. She waited about 15 seconds, and spread her legs about three quarters . "I've never done this before with boys watching, but here goes". Thirty seconds went by and then her urine shot out . She smiled and everyone there applauded. Both boys and girls watched. She pissed a lot and then slowed down, stopped, squrtied, a stopped finally. She wiped her pussy, stood up, and pulled up her pants.
Now one of the other girls decided that she too wanted to urinate with boys watching. She did it quicker than the first girl. The other two girls were not interested in peeing. Now the dinner call sounded and we all left. Word got around quickly about our activities and may have occurred after dinner in the bathroom.Uncle Harry
Behind the Building 2
Another April walk. I went behind the bathroom building and decided to do something silly: pee against the back wall. I stepped up to the wall and pulled out my penis when suddenly a woman came up to me. "Hi", she said. "Mind if I join you"? Since I'm not pee shy, I said ok. I wasn't sure what she was going to do. Pull down her pants and pee right on the wall standing up? I've known some women who could do that at urinals on the wall. She pulled her pants all the way down to her ankles. I noticed that she was not wearing underpants. Then, out of her purse, she pulled out a stand-to-pee device. It was an old, obsolete model. It was open at the top. You hold it under your pussy and your pee flows away from you and drops down to the ground. She walked up to the wall and and touched the device to the wall and started to pee. Obviously, she could not get the pressure that I could. I watched her pee roll down the cardboard device. I was so interested in what she was doing that I forgot about my dick hanging out. I finally remembered and started peeing. We both peed together. She finished first and stood there watching me pee. Finally, she pulled up her pants, threw away the device,and said goodby, see you again. And guess what? She showed up the next day at the same time. Same routine as before and still wearing no panties. I didn't see her after that.
Uncle Harry
Behind the Building 1
On one of by April walks, before the bathrooms were open, I needed to pee. Since a bathroom building was close, I went behind it. There I encountered two women, one young and one older, who had apparently came from the other side. There were bushes on the back side of the building. The women were backside to the bushes, pants down to their ankles, back squated, with hands on their knees for support. They suddenly saw me. "Mister, were going to piss. You can piss with us if you want to". I elected to piss also. "Ok, here comes the piss". The first woman started to urinate right away. The other waited a bit and then started. It took me a little more time to get my penis out and start peeing, but I then peed a lot. We all watched each other and we all stopped at about time. I shook off my penis while the girls wiped off their pussies. We were all pleased with sharing the pee space.
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Imogen
wrong loo!
Oops! Something quite embarrassing happened today. I was in town at one of the department stores, it's quite an old building, and on every floor there is a set of toilets next to the stairs/lifts. I've been in there plenty of times and know the layout. Today I visited the top floor, which I don't usually do, and as I needed a wee I headed in the direction of the toilets. And I entered the lobby area where you turn left for the ladies and right for the gents, and I turned left... to suddenly find myself in the gents toilets, with a guy standing at one of the urinals obviously doing a wee! I was mortified! I went out and for some reason, the toilets on this floor are the other way round! I went into the ladies and had a wee. To top it off, there was no loo roll!Elphaba
Responding to Steve A's survey
1. A bathroom with no stall doors
I've only seen one like this once and it was when I was holidaying in New York. Unfortunately though I didn't use it. If I saw one again in the future I think I would use it although I might be a little bit embarrassed to begin with.
2. A bathroom with no stall barriers/doors (they probably exist, but I've never seen one before)
Neither have I. But I would like to find one. It might be a little bit weird to be that exposed to other people but if I need to go I need to go.
3. If someone else besides you has an accident by in public.
Actually this kind of happened to me only in the past week. While I was walking to the bus stop I saw a student aged girl walking towards me with hand pressing her cardigan onto he left leg. As we were just about to pass I noticed that the other leg on her black jegging glisten. I felt a rush of empathy towards her, knowing myself how it is to walk past people when you've peed yourself, and hoped that she was going home to an empty house or flat.
3. Part 2: Would you help them out if you weren't in a rush?
It would depend on if I knew them and how they were handling having an accident. I think (and hope) that my immediate response would be to offer to help them by any means I could even if that meant offering words of support.
4. If a guy or girl is in the wrong bathroom
As I'm trans nonbinary whenever I use the girls bathroom I'm at risk of people pointing out I'm in the 'wrong' one. But the thing is I know what bathroom I'm in, I made the conscious choice to push open the door with the female icon on it. And anyway what makes it the 'wrong' bathroom? Because I was born with wrong plumbing, because I dress a certain way, because I don't look like what someone thinks girls should look like? Nobody but the person wanting to pee or poo should choose which bathroom they use. While other people might not like this choice they don't have to voice their opinion.
5. Your thoughts on the people who "hold it in all day at school or work" until they get home (I bet you know someone who does this)
It depends on how long they hold it for. If it's nearly the end of their work or school day and their not that far away from home and they're sure they can hold it then I don't see a problem with this. Indeed I've done this myself. However if they've still got a long time to go then I would say it's better to go at school or work. It avoids an accident, the possible embarrassment of a co-worker or another student not liking the sounds you make as you do your thing in the cubical would be better than the near certain embarrassment of having an accident. Plus it's better for urinary and digestive health to go as soon as you can.
6. If you accidentally clog the toilet in public or at another person's house
I've done it in public a few times and I've felt really bad both at causing extra work for the cleaners and stopping the next person from using that toilet. Luckily it hasn't happened at another person house. I would have to 'fess up to it. There would be no other option. I just hope it wouldn't be awkward.
7. If you're waiting in line for a porta potty at an outside event/party when you have to poop while other people are waiting in line behind you
I had this situation when was at the last Pride I attended two years ago. I found where the portaloos were and my heart sank at seeing the queue; it was fifteen deep and moving very, very slowly. It was uncomfortable waiting but I got distracted after the guy who joined the queue after me started talking to me. I did think it bizarre that we were talking like it was the most normal thing to be doing while I was nearly touching cloth. Fortunately when I got to a cubical my poo came out quickly so I didn't have to keep others waiting, although had I've needed longer I would have certainly stayed on the loo until I was done.
Marissa
Pooping outside in gym class
In gym class, sometimes we go outside to the track and play ball games or walk around. Today we went outside, and I really had to poop. I asked the coach of I could go to the bathroom, but he said no. I asked again but still the same answer. I was about to poop my pants, so I had to do something. I saw an old log that a few kids were sitting on until the coaches told them to stand up. I pretended to sit down normally but pulled down my pants just enough that the poop wouldn't go in my pants. I pushed and my poop started coming out. It was a really big log and the coach told me to get up before it finished coming out! I ignored him and kept pressing it out. He yelled again and then started walking over. The poop got the ground and I quickly pulled up my pants and got up.Annoymous
Harmless Pranks Question
I just wanted to share the type of pranks that I pull in the bathroom.
When I normally take a dump, I leave it in the toilet if it's a good one. People will eventually react to it.
My question: What's your reaction to an unflushed toilet? Will you get offended or just flush it?
If I was every in that situation, then I'd just flush it. I can understand why people get upset about it, but just a simple flush can fix it all.
Nicole
Caught peeing in the sink
Hey everyone.
Im Nicole. I visit this site quite alot but have never posted before. I have a story that happened about 3 weeks ago.
I woke in the morning(quite a cold morning so i didnt want to get out of my warm bed) and felt the need to pee. The urge wasnt too strong so i ignored it and went online on phone for about 20 mins.
I got out of bed and stood up which suddenly made my need to pee alot worse. I quickly changed out of my pajamas and put my clothes on. I walked out of my room and towards the bathroom. I could hear the shower was running, so i knew my mum was in there.
I tried the door but it was locked. I knocked quite loudly but i guess she didnt hear it. I was getting more desperate and the sound of the water in the shower wasnt helping.
I stood there wondering what to do. I quickly decided to go down stairs and go pee outside.
I walked down stairs, through the kitchen and opened the back door. I lowered by shorts and panties and sat at the bottom of the steps. I tried to pee but it just wouldnt come out.
After about 25-30 seconds, i gave up and, slowly incase my stream started, pulled my shorts back up. I went back indoors and shut the door behind. I looked for something to pee in and my eyes quickly locked onto the kitchen sink.
I dropped my shorts again and hopped up onto the sink. Within seconds the floodgates opened. A very hissy and quite deep yellow coloured stream shot into the sink. I was SO relieved.
After maybe 15 or so seconds my mum walked into the kitchen and things got very awkward. A few seconds where the only noise was pee hitting the sink I finally spoke up. "I really had to pee and you were using the shower." My mother responded by saying "Its fine. Just wash out the sink when youre finished." She left the room and i finished peeing shortly after. I hopped down of the sink, pulled my shorts back up and gave the sink a quick cleaning.
Later that day when me and my mum were watching TV, i said i had to go pee and she jokingly reminded me which way the bathroom was.
Thats the end of my story.
Happy peeing everyone.Nina
Accidents at concerts
Hi everyone,
I just went to a large concert last night and ended up having an accident in my pants...
I was near the front row and the crowd was very tightly packed around me. I needed to poop badly, but had I went to the bathroom I would have lost my place. So I tried to hold it, but halfway through the concert I couldn't hold it any longer and ended pooping in my jeans. So I had to watch the rest of the concert with shitted pants.
Has anything similar happened to anyone else here? I guess that accidents aren't that uncommon at crowded concerts, where going to toilets means losing your place.Just Made It Meg
Reststop Rescue
Hi everyone! My names Meg and I'm a 23 year old art graduate. I'm very open about my pooping and poop habits. Since I poop daily I often have interesting experiences. I thought you all would be interested in hearing about an incident I recently had.
Me and my boyfriend live about an hour and a half away from Minneapolis. We often drive there on the weekend and can easily spend a whole Saturday there. Last weekend we went but on the way there I had a issue.
We made coffee in the morning while we were getting ready and I had downed two cups with breakfast. I also had a heavy breakfast that had a good helping of bread, wheat, and other things that had fiber so I wouldn't be hungry again until later in the day. I'm a big girl and try to eat out as little as possible.
Not even a quarter of the way there my stomach started to hurt while I was driving. It felt like a rumbling pain in my gut. For the time being I tried to ignore the pain and focus on driving. It worked for the most part, until 10 minutes passed. The pain in my gut went away and I was relieved at first thinking I had got out of trouble. Then I got the familiar feeling in my butt of poop starting to put pressure on the walls on my anus.
I instantly started to panic. My poop had just now formed so I could hold it for a while but there was nothing but highway for miles. I didn't know how long I could hold it in so I starting checking every road sign I passed in attempt to find anything with a toilet. 20 minutes went by and I could feel my poop getting more urgent. The pressure in my butt was really uncomfortable and I was starting to fart in desperation.
After 30 minutes I had to start clenching my buttcheeks together. I could feel my poop pressing against the back of my butthole. It made me start to squirm around in my seat. I was definitely noticeably sweating and my farts were getting worse and worse.
I had to poop so bad after 45 minutes of holding it I could barely keep my butthole shut. I was at my limit and if I didn't find a toilet my car was going to become one. My poor anus was absolutely bulging from all the poop in it and my buttcheeks hurt from being so tightly clenched. Right when I thought I was going to have to pull over my boyfriend, through a bathroom miracle, spotted a rest stop in distance. I'm not even joking when I say I instantly put my gas pedal right to the floor.
I was literally at critical danger pulling into the rest stop parking lot. Before I got out of the car I stopped to fart, it was the loudest and stinkiest I had ripped. Leaving my boyfriend to fester in my fart stink I very quickly shot out of the car. I was thankfully no one else was in the parking lot because I had to firmly keep both hands pressed on my butt as I walked in. I don't run often, but I ran the best I could once I was inside.
The ladies room was a single occupant bathroom with a toilet and a sink. With one hand still on my buttcheeks I threw the door closed and locked it. I don't think I could have held my poop a second longer. I felt my butthole starting to slip as I went over to sit on the toilet. I quickly threw down my leggings and underwear. My big butt made the seat clack as I sat down. Once on the toilet instantly my poop started coming out. The first turd crackled loudly as it came out. It was large and girthy and definitely stretched my butthole a little. Thankfully since it was so urgent I didn't have to push, it was coming out on its own. As my first turd fell into the water a second started coming. I let an airy fart as it crackled out. It wasn't as big but still was no small turd. A quick and tiny third one plopped out with one push.
I felt so much better after I pooped, it was a wave of relief. I really stunk that bathroom up, but I honestly kind of like my poop smell. I wiped thoroughly and flushed my disaster away. That was easily one of the worst times I've ever had to poop before.
Uncle Harry
Trip to womens bathroom
For about two weeks after some surgery, my wife needed to use a wheelchair. She could transfer to and from the toilet sometimes only with assistance. We went out to dinner one day. Usually, she would pee before going out, but this time she said she didn't need too.
Dinner went fine, but during dessert, she had to go and didn't think she could make it home. In my state, it is legal for a person to enter the bathroom of the other gentler to assist a handicapped person. The rule is to use the bathroom of the handicap person. I carried some official cards in case some women didn't know the law. So in we went, wondering what would happen.
The bathroom was pretty crowded. The women were first startled, but quickly figured it out. We needed the one handicap stall, which was occupied, so we had to wait All the stalls had doors, except one. That was occupied too. The woman it looked at me and said, "Sir, please don't watch me. I'm urinating". I tried not too, but that was not easy, as we were standing right next to her and couldn't help seeing her pee coming out. She soon stopped, wiped her pussy, pulled up her pants and left.
The handicap stall opened up and we went in. My wife peed and we left. Now another woman was in the open stall. She was squatting over the toilet seat pissing. She suddenly saw me and shrieked. We got out of there fastUncle Harry
Replies
Will and Jack:
I'm glad to see there are several bathroom gender sharings. I hope there are more . Separate bathrooms are silly. I have more I will report. There is at least one chain of stores that allows bathroom choice and many states allow it.Kung Poo
Sharing is Caring
I've decided to give a live update. I am sitting on the toilet now, my boxers completely off, as I usually do because I find that the most comfortable. Right now, after an entire night of really bad sleep due to bad gas, I finally felt the huge head of a turd forcing its way out. As I'm typing this, my spincter is spread wide open, the turd stuck. It has crowned, but not moving. I decided to relax and let it out without pushing as I have noticed that's the best way for a clean movement.
It's moving now. I can't help but groan "ohhhhmyyygawwwd" as the turd made its way out slowly at first, and then speeding up, then the whole loaf splashed onto the toilet. It smells really bad. I had chicken last night, with chili, and I could detect the smell of both in the odour.
In other news, my wife decided to test our new cat litter by pooping in it. She has poured it out into an old basin we were planning to discard. Then she lifted her blue floral dress, removed her panties and proceeded to squat over the baisin. She used our laundry basket to rest her forearns on for comfort. First she peed. She's careful to not force the pee stream so that it doesn't shoot past the baisin. Then she strained a little. By this time, the litter where has landed has started to clump. Not bad, quite fast. She strained somemore. A little more pee came out.
All of a sudden, a large amount of poop rushed out of her. It was well formed, light brown, and quite moist. As it rushed out, there was an audible crackling. Then the entire turd flopped into the baisin and lost it's shape almost immediately. She quickly got the litter scoop to bury to the turd.
15 mins later, we scooped both the pee and poop out of the litter box. They had solidified nicely. Not bad.Just Made It Meg
Reststop Rescue
Hi everyone! My names Meg and I'm a 23 year old art graduate. I'm very open about my pooping and poop habits. Since I poop daily I often have interesting experiences. I thought you all would be interested in hearing about an incident I recently had.
Me and my boyfriend live about an hour and a half away from Minneapolis. We often drive there on the weekend and can easily spend a whole Saturday there. Last weekend we went but on the way there I had a issue.
We made coffee in the morning while we were getting ready and I had downed two cups with breakfast. I also had a heavy breakfast that had a good helping of bread, wheat, and other things that had fiber so I wouldn't be hungry again until later in the day. I'm a big girl and try to eat out as little as possible.
Not even a quarter of the way there my stomach started to hurt while I was driving. It felt like a rumbling pain in my gut. For the time being I tried to ignore the pain and focus on driving. It worked for the most part, until 10 minutes passed. The pain in my gut went away and I was relieved at first thinking I had got out of trouble. Then I got the familiar feeling in my butt of poop starting to put pressure on the walls on my anus.
I instantly started to panic. My poop had just now formed so I could hold it for a while but there was nothing but highway for miles. I didn't know how long I could hold it in so I starting checking every road sign I passed in attempt to find anything with a toilet. 20 minutes went by and I could feel my poop getting more urgent. The pressure in my butt was really uncomfortable and I was starting to fart in desperation.
After 30 minutes I had to start clenching my buttcheeks together. I could feel my poop pressing against the back of my butthole. It made me start to squirm around in my seat. I was definitely noticeably sweating and my farts were getting worse and worse.
I had to poop so bad after 45 minutes of holding it I could barely keep my butthole shut. I was at my limit and if I didn't find a toilet my car was going to become one. My poor anus was absolutely bulging from all the poop in it and my buttcheeks hurt from being so tightly clenched. Right when I thought I was going to have to pull over my boyfriend, through a bathroom miracle, spotted a rest stop in distance. I'm not even joking when I say I instantly put my gas pedal right to the floor.
I was literally at critical danger pulling into the rest stop parking lot. Before I got out of the car I stopped to fart, it was the loudest and stinkiest I had ripped. Leaving my boyfriend to fester in my fart stink I very quickly shot out of the car. I was thankfully no one else was in the parking lot because I had to firmly keep both hands pressed on my butt as I walked in. I don't run often, but I ran the best I could once I was inside.
The ladies room was a single occupant bathroom with a toilet and a sink. With one hand still on my buttcheeks I threw the door closed and locked it. I don't think I could have held my poop a second longer. I felt my butthole starting to slip as I went over to sit on the toilet. I quickly threw down my leggings and underwear. My big butt made the seat clack as I sat down. Once on the toilet instantly my poop started coming out. The first turd crackled loudly as it came out. It was large and girthy and definitely stretched my butthole a little. Thankfully since it was so urgent I didn't have to push, it was coming out on its own. As my first turd fell into the water a second started coming. I let an airy fart as it crackled out. It wasn't as big but still was no small turd. A quick and tiny third one plopped out with one push.
I felt so much better after I pooped, it was a wave of relief. I really stunk that bathroom up, but I honestly kind of like my poop smell. I wiped thoroughly and flushed my disaster away. That was easily one of the worst times I've ever had to poop before.Victoria B.
Mother of all Monsters
Hey!
I'm a little busy right now, but I just took the biggest poop of my life. It was seriously like I had pooped out a baby's arm! I'll tell the full story when I get the time!
Thanks to everybody for the shout-outs!
Love,
VictoriaSteve A
Reaction Survey
This survey is about your reactions to certain things that are bathroom related.
Reaction to:
1. A bathroom with no stall doors
2. A bathroom with no stall barriers/doors (they probably exist, but I've never seen one before)
3. If someone else besides you has an accident by in public.
3. Part 2: Would you help them out if you weren't in a rush?
4. If a guy or girl is in the wrong bathroom
5. Your thoughts on the people who "hold it in all day at school or work" until they get home (I bet you know someone who does this)
6. If you accidentally clog the toilet in public or at another person's house
7. If you're waiting in line for a porta potty at an outside event/party when you have to poop while other people are waiting in line behind youBrandon T
comments & stuff
To: Eric it sounds like you got a good show and the 3 of them had great poops.
To: Will it sounds like you got some good shows.
To: Unlucky Lauren it sounds like you had a rough time.
To: Anna great story.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
End Stall Em
How stopped-up toilets away from home hurt me
As I remember it, I was in 5th grade and about 11 when it seemed that so many of the students at my school got to the point where the last thing they wanted to do was to use a toilet and then, when finished, actually flush it. I couldn't believe how they could be so stupid. They would take a poo, sometimes a wee too, and then wipe and immediately get off the stool and leave without flushing. When it happened with the second or third user in the morning, it wasn't that bad, but later, waiting for a toilet to open and then having to sit a couple inches above a bowl with poo stacking up at water-level or above. Then there was the stench. Even a 45-second wee would have me worried about a splash-back on my underside.
I wasn't the only one who felt like this. I remember one time before school the toilet bowl was pretty stopped up, but I pushed extra hard on the flusher. Big mistake. Although my dress covered most of me, my underwear was at lower leg level as I quickly unlatched the door and escaped with only a little of the run-over water on my shoes. Biggest problem was that I then had to wait for one of the 7 or 8 other stalls to open, and then I had to park my butt on the seat so I could add my fair share to the disaster in the bowl. One a couple of occasions I was almost certain that I was sitting above a combination of diarrhea and puke. But I was realistic and knew that there was probably a good amount of solid crap stopping up the drain so I just sat for a couple of minutes. Then when I wasn't able to produce anything due to the stench, I would open the door to leave and some girl would make a snide, sarcastic and sneering remark about why I hadn't flushed. A couple of times I would get so frustrated I just wanted to kick the shit out of her!
I knew my best reprieve would be to use the stalls with no door. They didn't receive near the use of the other ones. But even in the end stall, as other classes dismissed I would receive a stare-down as I sat without privacy hoping I could transact my business ASAP. Too often I just left frustrated. Then I would get a pass from a teacher, come in later, and with the help of an end stall, have a better chance at a commonly decent experience.
Interestingly, now I'm a college student, working part-time as a customer-service assistant in a large mall, and I'm still finding there's a certain portion of the shopping public that doesn't care what they "leave behind." At least once or twice a day I get complaints that I email to custodial services about toilets that have been messed with, have been overflowing, or have greatly been abused. During weekday hours, when the kids are in school, the abusers are adults. They complain they are spending hundreds of dollars in the stores and deserve better facilities. I could say "I agree" but that would only stir the pot for a debate. I take notes on their "experience," call the situation into custodial services, and the management authority comps them with a small gift card.
Mina
Sorry everybody, I am lazy lazy Mina. If you want to hit my bottom with a strong power, please come Japan.
I don't have so much good story, but Maho did interesting motion last week. She said OK to tell. She is always happy very much when you like our story, so she say please tell tell tell.
Maho was very constipate. She didn't go loo maybe five days. Finally she say, I must try to go today, stomach hurts, stiff very much. I say, shall I call Hisae from beige flat, she can massage? But Maho said, leave alone Hisae, she is maybe busy.
So Maho sat on loo and push and push, but no result. I try massage. Maho's bottom open and then close again many times. I put soap on bottom, because I read this site, it said helpful. I massage Maho's hole with soap.
Suddenly Maho said, I think coming! She push hard and again and again, and her beautiful bottom dome out little, she push and push, finally turtle appear little bit. I press on stomach and she push, turtle come out more. Very very slowly it come. And get very fat, maybe four cm. She push and push, I press stomach right hand and lower back left hand. It come it come! And splash in loo. Maho give cry.
Lucky, we get up early, because Maho need perhaps 20 minutes. She push again. Second motion is same size, but a bit easier to come out. Then third one and fourth one, and already ten minutes.
Fifth one is big problem. Maho say, "hurt hurt hurt!" I try soap again, Maho wash bottom with washlet (it has a massage function) so she is clean. Suddenly Maho shout, "coming!" and hole opened wide. Very very hard motion but after about 8 cms come out it get quicker, and quicker and then very fast and more softer and huge volume in loo! Wow! how long it was. She got up to look and said, ara maa, it means wow. It is old-fashion word little bit.
She sat down again and suddenly, very long burururururururu. Quite a liquid. In loo it is just mushy. She say, thank you Mina. Why she thank me, I do nothing!! But I say, Maho I love you. And kiss on her head. She do some little pieces of liquid into loo, then she use washlet and I dry her. And put cream on hole of her bottom because very red. Maho has so beautiful bottom, I am envy very much!!
Hisae is now 27, but we don't have party. because next week, we go Italy! We decide we have party in Italy. We are wonder, how is Italian loo? I hope Italian loos like Japanese motion and Korean motion, because they have to eat many very huge one maybe. I tell you Italy loo story when I back to Japan!
Love to everyone.
Your very own Mina, and your very own Maho.
Alexander
Accident Follow Up
So yesterday I posted about my recent accident I had in front of my wife. This is what followed the next morning.
Mary let me sleep in the next morning as we were to have a lazy Sunday anyway. I got up and went to the bathroom and tossed on my lounging clothes and went out to find Mary fixing breakfast. "Good morning, sleepy head," she smiled. I grabbed some coffee and she told me to sit down at the table and rest and she'd be done soon. I did, and she was, and so we had breakfast at our little table. She tried to spark conversations but I wasn't in much mood to say much, still being embarrassed about my accident the previous night.
Finally I had to speak, "Look, I'm really sorry again about last night. That never should've happened..."
Mary cut me off, "It's fine. I told you, it's no big deal. Accidents happen. I don't love you any less. Don't worry about it. Like I said, you've seen me pee my pants before anyway."
I reply, "That's true, but my accident was a little different than you laughing too hard and peeing a little."
She rolled her eyes, "First, it was more than a little and you know it. Everybody saw. At least only you and I know about yours."
I said,"Ok, fine. But I'm still way too old to be doing... that."
She took a breath and said, "Ok, if it will help you feel better, I can tell you that you aren't the only one of the two of us to do 'that'."
I raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
Mary continued, "Yes, really. When I was in high school I had an exam last period one afternoon my junior year. I was trying to cram in some studying before so I didn't go to the bathroom and the test ran long so I didn't have time to go afterwards or I'd have missed my bus. So I had to hold it for the ride home. I made it to the bus stop but still had to walk a couple of blocks through our neighborhood. My best friend was with me and I managed to make it until she turned to go towards her house so I was alone on the sidewalk a block from my house when I just couldn't hold it anymore. At least I was wearing a skirt so only my panties were ruined."
I smiled and said, "Thanks. I guess that helps a little for some reason."Will
Replies
Taylor-great story. I totally get how doing your private business in a public place is strangely exhilarating and exciting!
Amy-great story also. It's cool how you were able to share a good poop with your daughter and that you are open about these things!
That's all I have for today. I'll try to post more soon.
Kye
Constipated
I just took a huge poo i had a stomach virus last week but after I got really constipated.i just took a poo a half hour ago I had to strain a bit to get it out, It consisted of one big log and 4 big hard chunks. I find gum constipates me if I chew a lot at once and I also was taking imodeiom which probably had something to do with my constipation.Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Amy it sounds like you all to poop a lot at least you all found places and avoided having accidents.
To: Taylor great story.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Elphaba
A Reply, a Comment and a Story
Uncle Harry-Thanks for what you said about my story. To answer to your questions I'll do them in reverse order. Although I'm trans my plumbing is 'male' so I've been standing up to pee for most of my life. It's only been the past year that I've been sitting down to pee (I'm quite flattered that you thought I had been doing it all my life). If I did have different 'parts' I wouldn't use a stand to pee device. I can see that it would be more convenient for some but for me I like the natural feeling of squatting.
Also you asked about my shopping trip story, well it was because I had been drinking a lot. Before going out shopping I had been studying and a vital part of that for me is having cups of tea by my side. Plus the coffee I had halfway through had a lot of sugar and was a medium sized cup. If you don't mind me asking, how does your wife manage her condition?
Taylor- I absolutely adored your story about pooping in McDonalds. I've too noticed that some girls will raise their heels when peeing. Me, I'm a feet placed squarely on the floor kind of gal (except if I'm constipated, then I will raise my feet and push all of my weight into my toes as I bear down). I also like pooing in other places apart from my own bathroom. As you said there is an attraction of doing something so private in public. When I started to poo in school it felt like I was rebelling against an unspoken rule. I certainly got a sense that other people would rather be dead rather than face embarrassment at having to go at school.
This story happened yesterday when I needed to drop some forms off at university. While walking to my faculties building I was developing the need for a poo. After going to the administrative office and handing over the paperwork I made my way to the loos. Inside there was five cubicles, all empty, so I took the middle one. Once I had locked the door as well as hanging my bag and jacket on the hook I undid my jeans and pushed them down to my black brogues. Next came my grey pants which I noticed had a few light skid marks. Sitting down on the loo I relaxed my bum and a log started to come slowly out. This was a very pleasant sensation. Soon the log sped up and I felt a bit of it break off and heard a splash. The rest of the log then came out of my bum and it too plopped into the water below. At this time a girl entered the bathroom and took the first cubical to have a quick pee, leaving soon after. I felt there was some more poo still inside me so as I started to push my hole open again and I could feel the tip of another log start to emerge. It didn't take long before it joined the other two in the bowl. Another girl entered the bathroom and went into the cubical on my left hand side. I heard trousers being pulled down and subsequently a quiet flumph. I noticed that she was wearing light brown ankle boots and also the shadow of her leaning forward and using her phone. Over the next few minutes I pushed out some smaller pieces. I was just reaching for the toilet paper when I heard my neighbour wiping. After two swipes with the paper, and my neighbour flushing her toilet, I looked into the bowl to see a collection of medium brown logs of varying size. Covering them with the toilet paper I flushed and as I got redressed I heard the girl unlock her door and wash her hands before leaving. Taking my bag of the hook I opened the door and went to the sinks to wash my hands. After drying my hands I adjusted my hair in the mirror and then left the bathroom.CD
If you're reading this, you are probably living in a country where finding a safe place to pinch-a-loaf is not a problem. So I was wondering, does anyone here have interesting stories about the times when they have gone walkabout in countries (on business or for pleasure) where that can be iffy? What was it like when you first saw that there were marked differences in the way people through 'the motions?' If you visit there regularly, please share some advice about the 'doo-doos' (sorry, I couldn't resist!) and don'ts.
Alternately, has anyone here grown up in a place where getting access to a toilet was a luxury?