My first horseback riding experience

I was 12 when this happened. Our junior high had an all-school carnival this time of the year to help raise money. I was in 7th grade. They had about 10 horses available from a stable that donated them and my friend Sue was hassling me to take a ride with her. We had just had a double lunch (hot dogs, great potato salad, baked beans and soda) and Sue kept badgering me to get into line with her. Like there were 20 people in front of us. Standing in line, I was feeling a lot of gas building. It had been perhaps 2 days since I crapped and I told Sue I needed to go into the school to crap. She showed me there was no line for the portables that were set up, but I reminded her that because of my much smaller size (I was like 3'6" then) that I didn't feel good about being able to produce on a much larger toilet like the portables often have.

I went into the building and the toilets next to the gym were open. They were bad. The top windows were open. Most every fly in the state was in there. All 5 toilets had pee on the seats, but I took the one that didn't have the poo of 2 or 3 others jamming the bowl. I pulled myself up on the seat, only after noting that the privacy door was busted and the latch had been busted off. I had only been seated for 2 or 3 minutes when my log slid out. Not wanting to keep Sue waiting for me, I grabbed under the metal toilet paper container. Nothing. Not hearing anyone else in the room. I kept my clothing at floor level and kind of small stepped without tripping across to the sinks. The towel holders there had the 2-fold brown papers. I grabbed 4 and quickly made my way back to my toilet. I partially closed the door. There were at least 4 flies on the seat (I never had realized my poo was so attractive). I shooed them and quickly dropped myself to the seat. The sheets I used were hard on my skin, but they did the job. I should have washed my hands, but to get back to Sue, I ran outside. Luckily there were only 2 others ahead of us.

Finally a high school girl working there whistled for the guy running it to bring our horses over. We asked if we could ride one together, but since Sue is larger and a bit overweight, the girl said no. Sue had ridden before and easily got onto the mount. As for me, the girl had to pick me up and put me on. Having to spread my legs so wide made me feel uneasy. Then after the horse started to walk, the repetitive bouncing made me feel the need to wee. As the walk started to pick up, I was worried that my need to wee was getting too urgent. The ride lasted about 10 minutes and pretty much went around the number of blocks of our school's land. I told Sue I was about to wee at any time. She encouraged me to hold it. At about the halfway point, there was a portable toilet. I got as close as I could to it. Sue jumped down from her horse to hold mine. As I was making the jump down I could feel some pee going into my undies.

I yanked open the door. Didn't even bother to latch it. Yanked my clothing down and I even splashed onto the seat before my butt hit it.
While the strong pour was coming out of me, my buns found the warm, almost hot seat, quite comfortable. Luckily there was enough light from outside that I could see about a 2 inch waterlog in the bottom of my underwear. Luckily my black jeans wouldn't show any problem. When I came out, Sue told me to hold the horses and she took my place on the toilet. She had what she said was a monster crap. She also peed some. Before we got back on our horses to finish the ride, we noticed that both of them had dumped onto the street as they waited for us.

Sue made a good observation. Horseback riding can activate bodily functions.

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Bianca great story.

To: Kimberly great story about your poop outside I bet it felt refreshing.

To: Jennie great collection of accident stories.

To: Ian yep and there have many great posters over the years and still are today and more to come in the future and great story it sounds like your sister had a good poop.

To: Joy first welcome to the site and great accident story and please share anymore you may have thanks.

To: Mina great story about your late night poop sounds it was just time to go and your body knew it so it woke you up so you could do it.

To: Simee great story.

To: Katie another great story.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site

Uncle Harry

Peeing on the Road

Some years ago, I was driving with a woman, Brenda, who I had worked with a few times locally for a few hours. I didn't know her very well. She was younger than me and on this trip I was her superior. We were driving on the interstate, but took a country road shortcut to get us to another interstate. We had been talking, but she had grown silent. "Harry, you aren't going to like this, but I have got to urinate. If we don't stop soon, I'm going to wet my pants. I should have peed before we left". I said that I needed to pee too and that I would pull over and we could pee on the grass. Just as I said that and was braking, there appeared on the right something that looked like a wide outhouse. We pulled over and parked. We went in the opening that had no door on it. In it there were two hole-type toilets with fixed seats. They were at 90 degrees to each other and fairly close. I was going to ask Brenda if one of us should wait outside while the other peed,but she already had her slacks and underpants down to her ankles and squatting over the left seat, legs apart. Suddenly, her vagina opened up and a torrent of urine poured out. Oh, well. I went to the center toilet, got out my penis and peed into it. "Don't look, Harry. I'm making wee-wee", she said


New story

Hey guys it's Ellie. I've been busy so I haven't had much time to post but I do have a new story for you guys. I'm not sure if my last story got posted but it was basically just about me having my first sort of "on purpose" accident in a few years. Well, my roommate Bridget ended up seeing my stained pants. She was really nice about it and told me about when she had an accident that was her own fault. She said it was our freshman year and she was still getting used to college. She had already been to class but she had another biology lab later that day. She put off going to the bathroom all day because the bathrooms in the building she was studying in were nasty. Now she says that she wishes she had just gone in them. Anyway, she planned on using the biology buildings toilets but the bathrooms on the first floor were closed and her lab was going to start so she just went to the lab. She told me that she almost lost it during the experiment part of the lab a few times and that her stomach was hurting so bad she wanted to cry. After she finished the experiment she had to do a write-up about what she had done. She was very worried about having an accident by time she was done. She said that as she turned in the report she just couldn't keep it in anymore. As she walked back to her desk she completely pooped herself. Nobody seemed to notice her but they did notice the smell. She wrapped her sweatshirt around her waist and then finished going in her pants. Instead of taking the bus she walked a mile to get to our apartment and I wasn't there yet. She said that she was so glad she had a sweatshirt because her jean shorts completely showed what she had done. Like the entire back was brown and wet. Bridget then told me that I ended up getting home about 20 minutes after she cleaned up and she was very greatful that I didn't see her. I asked her why she didn't go in the morning and she admitted that since she liked holding it for a long time, she hadn't gone for a few days. We laughed about it for a while and then I told her what happened to me. Anyway, this weekend Bridget is going to be gone and her story sort of gave me inspiration to see how long I can hold it. I'll probably post a story about that next week after it happens.

, with a smile. "Don't look, Brenda, I'm making pee-pee", I said in return, with a smile. We both laughed. I didn't pee very much and I finished first. Brenda was still urinating. If we hadn't found this place, she probably would have wet her pants. She probably peed out a total of about 1 minute 15 seconds before she finally stopped. She put out a few more squirts and then stopped. We now noticed that there was no toilet paper. I had nothing nor did she. I did have a box of tissues in the car, so I went out and got it. She took a few, wiped her pussy, pulled up her panties and slacks, and we were on our way.


Steve A's survey

1. Were you ever embarrassed to ask your teacher to use the restroom during class if you had to go poop? What about the awkward walk-back into the room?

I never ever once asked during class, the absolute closest to that would be the few times at school where i snuck off to a quiet, leas used bathroom when i was absolutely desperate, but ideally i would never go #2 at school. I did have a college lecturer once tap on the cubicle next to me and ask if i was okay because i was uh.. "struggling" and had to awkwardly tell them i was fine, just a bit backed up.

2. How comfortable are you with farting, burping, or even pooping around certain people? Family, friends, and/or strangers?

I will absolutely never do that around anyone i know, or strangers. Only exceptions are when im forced to go in public and i'm already on the toilet, if they are too they can't say anything to make fun (though i still try to be quiet as possible.)

3. During a road trip, would you pee/poop in the car or on the side of the road if you were desperate and far away from a rest stop?

I would go in my pants before i did that tbh

4. Would you bring toilet paper with you if plan on traveling somewhere far away from any buildings/restrooms?

I wouldn't, the few times i've been camping and stuff we had facilities, even if they were not very private.. embarrassing memories of camp. The only one time so far that i did have to go outside, i thankfully had tissues.

5. Would you ever buy a porta potty for outside use only?

I guess if only i used it and it was a neccessity. Don't like portable toilets in general though, they always stink and the seats are uncomfortable.. i dont like sitting so close above other peoples' waste. Ugh.


Big relieving accident

I wanted to tell you guys about an accident I once had. It is a very embarrassing story and I have never told anyone, but it seems like this would be the perfect place to tell it. When I had just graduated college and started working, I met a guy at work who I really liked. We went out on dates together after work and on the weekends. One weekend, the guy I was dating asked if I would spend the weekend at his house. I was really looking forward to spending a lot of time with him, and I had packed my bags on Friday morning. He picked me up at my house on Friday morning, and after work he took me right back to his house for the weekend. We had a really great time. The only problem was that I am extremely poop shy. I only like to go at my own house when no one else is around. I don't like other people hearing my poop come out, hearing the sounds I make, or smelling my poop. I will do everything I can to hold it in until I get home. And by Sunday, I realized that the last time I had pooped was on Friday morning at my house. I had eaten a lot of heavy, starchy foods at his house, and I knew that I would have a huge solid load waiting to come out by the time I got home. On Sunday after lunch, it was becoming harder to hold it all back, there was so much poop. I was sitting down as much as possible. I was hiding the desperate look on my face. I was starting to count down the hours till it was time to leave. In the car, I was very desperate to get to a toilet. My stomach was hard as a rock holding all of this poop in. As we got closer to my house, I could feel the tip of the poop starting to come out. When he dropped me off, he offered to walk me in, and I insisted I was OK to let myself in. He kissed me good bye, and I got out. I think the act of standing up, plus carrying an overnight bag, really put pressure on my stomach and I felt the log starting to inch it's way out of my hole. I made my way to the door, as the log inched out slowly. I put the key in the door and turned around to wave good bye and blow him a kiss, trying to look casual, as I was pooping myself the whole time. I scurried inside, slammed and locked the door, and knew there was no time to get to a toilet, as this huge, hard log was already half way out of my body and in my pants. So instead, I held the door knob and squatted down like I was sitting on a toilet, to give myself free reign to let everything go. My stomach involuntarily pushed, and I grunted and groaned as I pushed and felt the relief of this huge log barreling out of my ass. The log made loud crackling noises as it quickly made it's way out of my wide open hole. Luckily, I had loose shorts on, because as soon as that log was out, another started. I didn't even have time to stand up or to get to a toilet. I began moaning and groaning again as the second huge log made it's way out of my stomach. The crackling noise was so loud and the smell was so strong, but I could not stop. There was so much coming out and the relief was too good to even try to stop it. My shorts were getting heavier but as the second log broke off, the third one came without a break and I stayed frozen in my squatting position, helpless to do anything else but to relieve myself of all of this poop. The third log crackled and made its way in to my underwear, taking up whatever room was left in my shorts. I made a huge sigh of relief, as a weekend's worth of poop was finally out of my body. Luckily, that was the last log. The weight the poop made my shorts sag, and I slowly stood up and started to waddle to the bathroom. Clean up was not too bad, the poop was so hard and solid that I was able to pull the underwear off and dump the whole thing in the toilet. I threw the rest of my clothes in the washer and started it, and jumped in the shower, feeling several pounds lighter!

Joy: Your story reminds me that there's two kinds of people - those who've pooped their pants and those who are lying. Your husband's response was cool though.

Dayna: That's cool. I hope to share more but wanted to say hello! Glad you are coming back to the forum!

Tyler: That was my response that did not have a name, pointing you to page 2642.

- Becc

Victoria B.

Cook, interrupted


I was in the kitchen working on the stove. Fred was watching from his perch atop the microwave as I was putting the finishing touches on my homemade arrabbiata sauce. It was just about time to add the diced tomatoes and herbs to the mixture of olive oil, garlic, and sautéed onions I'd put together when I realized that it was time for something else. I fought off the need as I added basil, parsley, and crushed red peppers to the skillet. It was turning into a photo finish, but I wasn't going to let my need to poop ruin a good batch of arrabbiata sauce.

Finally, everything was simmering and I was safe to relocate to the bathroom. Fred followed me in and climbed up onto the window sill as I got undressed. I took my black jeans and navy blue thong down to my ankles and sat on the awaiting seat. I sighed and closed my eyes to clear my head of the day's clutter, imagining my problems being sucked down the drain along with everything else. I gave a slight push once I'd settled in and it was all that was needed as a huge log started opening me and gradually sliding out. It felt thick and about average in terms of hardness. I sat there with my eyes closed, continuing to let it find the way to daylight. It was halfway underwater when it finally broke off and made a nice thud once all of it hit the porcelain.

I felt soothed and rejuvenated from a stressful day and stayed seated for about another minute to savor the feeling. I looked into the bowl upon getting up and saw a nine inch turd of about an inch in diameter. Not too shabby! I sat back down and began the process of cleaning up. It didn't take much; one handful of paper each was enough for both front and back. I flushed before getting up and it sounded like my second close call of the day. Everything thankfully went down though! I got dressed, washed my hands, and brought Fred back to the kitchen with me to be greeted by the smell of my arrabbiata sauce. I threw it on some penne and made a salad to go with it for what turned out to be a great dinner!


Library poop

Hey guys! Sorry it's been a while since my last post, College is just super busy!! As the weeks have gone by I've gotten into a routine of when I use the bathroom and know exactly when are the best times to go. Right when a class starts is probably the best time to avoid long lines and midday seem like the best time to go number 2.
So a couple nights ago I was in the military working on a paper for a class of mine. It was about 8 pm about an hour after I had began to work. I was typing at my laptop and felt my stomach rumble and pressure at my butt. I decided to keep working as long as I could and kept on needing to fart but I didn't wanna attract attention or cause a smell. I hadn't pooped all day and realized I actually hadn't gone since yesterday morning before my first class. I got up and made my way to the nearest bathroom down the hall. As I walked up another girl was in front of me also going in. She had on jeans with these old black and white vans shoes, had brown hair, and was fairly normal sized. As we walked in there were 5 stalls in total on the left side of the wall. 2 stalls were taken out of the 5. The one closest to the door and the big handicapped stall were both in use. The one closest was wiping when I walked in and I could probably guess that the girl in the big stall was pooping. The stalls were colored blue with the toilet having white seats and were in pretty good condition. The brown haired girl and I took the two middle stalls right next to each other. I immediately sat down and started peeing while I heard my neighbor pull of toilet paper and line the seat. As I finished peeing I began to push out a huge log with a lot of crackling. As it dropped I let out a semi loud fart with loud plop and gave off a really bad smell. As I was pushing out my second log the person in the handicapped stall wiped and left without washing her hands and my neighbor had just finished her pee and was silent. I then heard little grunts as she was working really hard to push her poop out. After about a minute 3 plops came out and she quietly moaned with relief. I could feel more to push out but I kept on having these airy farts that were not really loud but you could definitely hear them. I heard the door open and saw sandals go into the stall on my right. She quickly got onto the toilet and pulled down her yoga pants to knee level and began peeing really strong. I let out a succession of about 4 chunky plops with a fart that pushed it all out. I was really pooping hard. The girl in the yoga pants began to poop and let out a succession of plops one after another while the girl on my left was starting to wipe. She took about 6 wipes and then went to the sinks. This left me and the other girl both pooping. I didn't feel quite done and began to push hard. I would grant as silently as I could and it made my feet curl up to the center off the ground. I'm sure the girl next to me saw my white converse go up off the ground. I pushed and this humongous log made it was out and it felt so relieving. I felt done at this point and so did my neighbor. I pulled off toilet paper and it took about 4 wads with at least 6 wipes to get my butt clean. I flushed and thankfully it all went down. The girl next to me came out of her stall a little after me and she was very tall with blonde hair wearing a white tee shirt and yoga pants with flip flops. I saw her earlier in the library as I was working. We exchanged glances and smiled at each other. Feeling so much better I was able to complete my paper and not have to go anymore that night. Thanks for reading hope you guys enjoyed and I really appreciate all the nice comments! Bye!

Steve A

To Anonymous User

First off, Welcome to the site.

I've been on this site for about 5 years now, so I've been posting my stories and experiences ever since high school. Now I'm in college and I'm still posting ever since.

I once was in your situation, found this site by an accident. Stories from both men and women. Stories, in general, that made me intrigued to stay on this site for as long as possible.

IMO, I'm glad that our community talks about this type of stuff. Most people don't talk about this type of stuff out in public, so this site helps us out in the long run.

Victoria B.

Lucky Roommate


One of my roommates is in Seattle for a conference. She went to a sushi place her first night there and had to use to bathroom. Upon walking into a stall, she was greeted by none other than a Toto Washlet complete with bidet and heated seat! She sent me a picture of it right away and later a text saying "5/5 bathroom experience!" Lucky her!



reply to Katie

To Katie: I really liked your constipation story. It's really nice that your mother is willing to help you when you can't get your poop out. I've found myself sitting wrong-way-round on the toilet screaming while my mom massaged my stomach many, many times. If you have any more constipation stories, I'd love to read them!


After the experience I described in my last post, Elizabeth and I developed the habit of using the toilet behind the Parish Hall - a wooden lean-to structure of the kind Lem Putt used to build. There was never anyone around, and we could get there without being seen from the road by going down an overgrown path behind some houses and climbing over a broken-down bit of a wooden fence. She was, of course, able to see everything as I did my wee whilst I could only catch a glimpse of her knickers, but I always found the sound of her long forceful squirt exciting as it bubbled noisily into the toilet.
Then, one Saturday, we were on our way back from getting our weekly sweet rations at the local sweet shop. On the way home, Elizabeth suggested we divert via the Parish Hall toilet saying she badly needed to 'go'. But when we got there, to my astonishment she wouldn't let me come in with her. When I asked why, she replied that she wanted to be private. I guessed that she probably wanted to poop so I argued, hoping to be able to watch, but she just said 'I'm desperate. Just wait there!', and went in, closing and bolting the door.
It was only a thin, plank door with cut-out vents at the top. I thought I might be able to hear her, so I tiptoed to the door and listened. I heard the seat creak, then a short wee, and after a pause, I began to hear grunts of effort. It was obviously a hard one. Then I heard a 'Sploosh' and a loud exhalation of breath. I heard the roll of paper turning, then, to my disappointment, the clank of the old iron cistern and a flush of water. I was sad about that - I'd hoped she'd let me see what she'd done.
She came out, looking a bit red in the face. 'I want to go now,' I said, hoping the flush hadn't removed her poop and that I'd be able to see what she'd done. But the loo was clear. She got something, though - the excitement of hearing her straining had given me an erection and her 'Ooh, it's big today' as I did my wee made it clear to me that she'd had a new experience as well.
Our 'buddy-wees' didn't last much longer. Sadly her family moved to another part of the country and I never saw her again. But she'd given me some exciting memories!


Quick Responses

Joy: Thank you for sharing your story! I will be 37 this Sunday and I have had my share of accidents - 4 solid ones, similar to the one you described. I had my first child in August, and during the pregnancy, I had three not-so-solid ones. My husband and I have not been married long, but he is very empathetic. He says that he feels a closeness, because that is a part of life we can only share.

I agree, writing about it is cathartic and helps to get relieve the humiliation or the weirdness of the incident.

As for going at church, I have a funny story from three years ago that I posted. It's on page 2414. Maybe it's a good thing you didn't go at church!

Victoria B: We love our bathroom. Our home is very modern. I developed a taste for modern décor when I lived in my condo in the city. While our home is not very large, we splurged on the amenities. When you walk in the bathroom you pass a double vanity on the right. It has stone tile that can heat up in the winter time. We have a large shower with two shower heads that rain. Behind the shower facing the opposite wall is our high-tech toilet. It is not visible from the door going in, but if you are in the bathroom, you can see. Beyond the vanity on the right is our jacuzi tub. I am not good at providing visual pictures. We chose gray for the color of the walls, but that can be changed as styles update. We love it! In fact, I had a really good poop there this morning!

I hope you are well!





Thank you for answering my questions..i look forward to more of your stories!

Friday, October 20, 2017

Okay about a month ago me and my friend maisy took our boyfriends on a double date to the mall, where we would go shopping and then watch a movie. Maisys about 5 ft 5 with dark brown hair and a rather chunky build but in no way fat while I am slightly shorter but with the same build. It had been a good day and I'd bought some really nice shoes and we'd been to quite a few shops but once we'd been there about 3 hours maisy said she needed to go the ladies. I said I'd accompany her and we wouldn't be long and so we left our boyfriends on a bench outside the toilets. Maisy hurried into the ladies we me following her. Looking around I could see one woman by the sinks doing her makeup in the mirror and two out of the four stalls were occupied. As soon as we entered the ladies maisy let out a series of big farts. Really foul wet ones. "Ahhh" she sighed as she informed me she'd been holding that in for a while. This wasn't the first time maisy had done this, often rather than risk farting in front of her boyfriend she would dash off to the ladies room. "All out your system" I laughed just before she let out another couple of farts. "Err I think I have to go" she replied a little nervous at the thought of taking too long and arousing her boyfriends suspions as to what she might be doing. "Don't worry just go and we can always say there was a queue" I said in reply. The stalls were in pretty bad condition with a lock missing on one of them as well as them looking rather dirty. However there was no other toilets on this floor and neither of us was too bothered. "I might as well try to go as well the" I said "give you some company" . As I opened the door a noticed the side of the stall was missing. I showed maisy and we decided to take the two toilets then rather than risk having someone else sit next to me. We both locked the doors the maisy pulled down her jeans and positioned her bottom on the seat. She has really big thighs which she spread as she says it's more comfortable. I sat down but with my jeans still on, not feeling much of an urge to go. I glanced down between her legs to get a view of her womanly area which to put politely was very overgrown with a mass of dark curly hairs covering it. She sat still straining a little releasing a number of farts before she started to poo. I didn't get a glimpse of it but it smelled really bad. And I noticed she took many attempts to wipe it with the paper having a lot of skid mark on it. "You got any wet wipes" she requested "I think I've got some on my cheeks". I handed her some and she continued to wipe. I now pulled down my jeans and started to pee as I was doing so I caught her having a glance at my intimate region which was also had a thick bush over it. I changed my pad as I was having quite a heavy flow and to my dismay it had leaked a bit and stained my panties, before wiping my lady garden and pulling up my pants. We went out to join our boyfriends who questioned the amount of time we'd been with a rather smug smile, as I think they were into what we were doing. Before we went over to the cinema. Here's the uncomfortable part, about an hour into the movie I got the urge to go the bathroom. And whilst trying to hold it in I let out a rather loud and to my embarrassment smelly fart. What's more embarrassing is that it came during a silent part of the movie and there was no doubt my boyfriend and maisys could hear and smell it. About half an hour before the end I let out another one again by accident which prompted my boyfriend to say "you alright love, didn't you go enough before". I was so embarrassed.


Funny places me and my girlfriend have

During the summer holidays from our secondary schools a gang of 3 girls and 5 boys, used to hang out in a den we had built in a hollow on the side of a hill. The hollow was hidden by thick bushes on all sides with a small gape on the higher side to get down and into it.
We had pushed an old waste pipe out through the lower side bushes, for the lads to pee into, and a gallon paint can as a piss pot for the females.
My girlfriend never used the piss can but she did watch all us lads peeing into the pipe, I never saw any of the other girls use the piss can but one day when me and my girlfriend turned up, I was told to look into the can only to see it was about 1/4 full, I was told I had just misted the two girls peeing into it.
The only time my girlfriend had peed in the den was at the end of the holiday and she just dropped her jeans and knickers and with her back to me squatted low to the ground and peed, and quickly stand back up with her knickers and jeans back into place. So I did not even see her bum.

After a few years our gang was down to just my girlfriend and just 3 of us lads, and when we went to our den one summer it was all dug out and roads were being built, so the 4 of use just went and had a game of hide and seek. Me and my girlfriend went off to hide, we both climbed down into a new drainage inspection chamber. it was able 6ft round and about 8ft deep with a channel running through the middle.
After a time we still had not been found and we both needed a pee so I knelt and peed into the channel and watched it run out of the chamber at the lower end. My girlfriend was next she dropped her jeans and knickers and squatted over the channel with her back to me, I could only see her pee running along and out of the clamber, as soon as she was done up came her knickers and jeans. She said that we must move out of this chamber as she did not want the others to find us there with the piss marks in the channel, so we moved and got found soon after in our new hiding place.

As the summer holiday went on homes started to be built and so we started to hide in them. While me and my girlfriend were climbing around the brick work I stood inside one of the homes fireplaces and had a pee. Later we were higher up on a building when my girlfriend needed a pee and wanted to climb down and find somewhere. I saw that on one of the homes the chimney stack was still below roof level and that you could easy sit on it, so I got her to pee down it. Facing me she stood with her back to the chimney pot lowered her jeans and knickers and sat on it and peed, soon she was done she was standing back up with her knickers and jeans back in place, ( I still did not see any of her bits, and do not know how she is so quick that in one move she can stand and have her knickers and jeans up, and I have been with her both indoors using a toilet and out doors peeing in the open.)
Later we were telling the other two lads about her peeing and they went back with use both to see the chimney pot, and they both did something that was stinky down it with her watching.

That was the last summer holiday we were all together as the following year I had a full time job, and the other 2 lads and my girlfriend had all gone away to university. (I was the only one of us to have a job (for over 37 years) as the others even with university papers they could not get work )

Mina: Did you wake up and then feel the need to do a poo or did you wake up because of the need to do a poo. I ask because if it's the latter that's not normal and as a student nurse I would highly recommend going to see your doctor about this. It might be nothing but better to be safe than sorry.

I was at uni today eating my lunch and as I was doing so I started to feel like I needed to poo. After I felt a massive stomach cramp that lasted for a good ten seconds I decided I would pack up my stuff and head to the bathroom. After entering it I went across into one of the empty cubicles and locked the door. After hanging my bag on the hook I undid my burgundy coloured jeans and pulled them down to my thighs, as I did with my grey panties, before I sat down onto the black seat. I had a quick pee before my bumhole started to open and the first log began to slowly slide out. And when I say slowly it was really slow. Not that I minded this as the feeling of the log sliding down my rectum and just hanging out of my ass was a pleasant sensation. After around a minute the log exited and splashed into the bowl. Thirty seconds later another log started to make its way out of me and like the first it took its time doing so until it too plopped into the water below. Just then someone entered the cubicle beside me and I heard her having a pee as I pushed out a smaller piece of poo. As she flushed I felt a sharp discomfort in my stomach. Obviously I wasn't done so I stayed sitting on the loo waiting for more poo to move into place but the pain was still there five minutes later. So I thought I would try and speed it along and started to push. At this point someone took a cubicle opposite the row I was in. Twice I farted softly and then stopped pushing to give myself a break. A minute later I pushed again and this time the fart was pretty noisy and wet. For a second I was worried that it was loud enough for the girl to have had heard but I then dismissed the thought and said to myself 'who cares if she knows you're having a poo'. Even though I hadn't produced any more turds, farting had relived the discomfort so I stood up and began to wipe. As I was doing so I heard the other girl flushing the toilet, unlock the cubicle door and wash her hands. After dropping the paper into the bowl and flushing my own toilet I pulled up my panties and jeans before doing the buttons on the latter. Grabbing my bag and throwing it over my shoulder I unlocked the door and made my way to the sinks to wash my hands. After drying them I left the bathroom and headed towards the library to get some books for the new module we're doing.


Weird Day

First off, it was a great day concernning poop! It was one of those days where I go multiple times, and it otherwise felt nice, too. However, my booty got irritated from all the wiping. The weird part of my day happened while eating sour skittles. The acid in the sour sugar coating hurt my tongue to where it felt sore, and even a bit hot! Its feeling a lot better now, but its still healing after several hours of attempts to ease the pain. Luckily though, my poop hole healed much faster after the assault on it. To Imogen: I love your story about the woman you saw pooping in the woods. That's so amazing that she left huge poop logs on the ground. However, I do agree with you that it was gross she didn't cover her load though.

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