Benjamin
Using a shed with a friend.
When I was ten, I had many free days in the summer to just roam around. It was a hot day and I was walking with a friend through a local park by my house. We chatted idly about school for a while, but I noticed that she was fidgeting and scrunching her face a bit in discomfort. I stopped and she stopped too.
"What's wrong, Cara?" I asked.
She blushed and looked away. "I...I have to poop," she said softly.
"How bad?"
Another grimace. "Really bad, I should have at home," she said.
Her stomach grumbled loudly and she moaned, leaning forward slightly. Mistake.
PPPRTBBT!
Her face went bright red and she burst into tears. I awkwardly patted her on the back until she stopped. She hugged me. "I'm sorry, that was really embarrassing."
"It's okay, everybody does it," I said, laughing. She hiccuped and laughed, too, wiping at a tear.
I noticed there was a small shed nearby. Thinking it was possibly an outhouse, I pulled her over to it. I pulled on the door and it opened after sticking for a moment. Before I went in, I carefully checked the walls and ceiling for wasp nests and the like, but fortunately there was nothing.
The next thing I noticed was that this was not an outhouse. It was a small work-shed with shelves full of tools and a bucket on the floor with a pair of work gloves in it. Cara groaned again and farted loudly, gasping in embarrassment.
"I...oh no! I can't hold it!" she wailed.
"Carrie, use the bucket! Just go!" I said.
She was in too much pain to disagree. Cara ran forward and into the shed, and I pulled the door closed for her privacy, shutting us both in. "Thanks," she whispered, the light from the single high window on the rear wall highlighting her red hair.
Face blazing red to match, she fumbled madly with the knot on her shorts and tugged them down, and then her underwear. I'd never seen a girl's privates before. "Turn around!" she yelled and I quickly faced the door, my heart beating fast.
I heard her throw the gloves on the floor and a thud as she sat on the rim of the bucket. PPPRTTTT! She farted loudly. I could hear her crying again. A loud pattering started and I realize Cara was peeing in the bucket.
When she stopped peeing finally, I listened to her fast, hard breathing. "I'm sorry, I have to," she sobbed. She grunted loudly, straining for a few seconds. There was a big thud in the bucket as Cara pooped for the first time. I told her not to worry.
"I even have to go, I'll go after you!" I assured her. She giggled and said, "Really?" I nodded. She laughed again, sniffling a bit.
Then she gave a hard grunt and a few seconds later, another turd hit the bottom of the bucket. She farted again, softer than last time. She grunted for a few seconds, apparently pushing hard, and then I heard a huge thud in the bucket along with Cara whimpering in pain.
"Oowie, that one hurt!" she said.
She farted softly again and a soft pattering started as she peed a bit more. Finally she sighed in relief and asked if I had any tissues. I said no.
"Put a glove on and wipe with it!" I said and she burst into giggles.
"Okay."
She put on a glove and I heard her scrubbing at her butt with it. "Eeew!" she said, "that feels gross!"
She dropped it in the bucket and stood up, pulling up her shorts again.
"Can I look?" I said.
She hesitated and then said "Sure. Don't laugh, it's big."
I turned and looked into the bucket. Cara's poop was piled under the soiled glove, with a lake of pee around it. She must have been really relieved.
"Your turn!" she said gleefully.
I unzipped and pointed my penis into the bucket. My pee drummed loudly, as Cara giggled. I stopped and unbuttoned my jeans, dropping them and my underwear to my ankles. I sat on the bucket and grunted, leaning forward.
"That's what I did to push," Cara informed me and we laughed.
A thud in the bucket made Cara giggle. The second poop dropped with a plop onto Cara's. Same for the third. I farted loudly and she giggled again. I reached for the other glove.
"You're done already?" she asked, sounding almost disappointed.
"Yep," I said and she frowned. I laughed and she smiled.
I wiped and dropped the glove into the bucket. Then I stood and pulled up my pants. Opening the door, I gulped in the fresh air and Cara coughed.
"I didn't want to say how stinky it was in there," she said, laughing.
"Glad we're out of there," I replied.
"And I feel so much better!"
Taylor
Reply to Anna and Imogen
to Taylor: I have loved your stories recently. Especially the ones with your friend Francesca and I really like how open and natural you guys are.
Another thing I like is how you make pooping in public a kind of a mischievious adventure. I haven recently tried to change my mindset in a similar way! I've always felt that I am kinda embarrassing myself on public toilets when I am having less than ladylike poos, but now I trying to turn it more into a thrill, knowing that the other women know I am taking a dump! I'm slowly getting there!
Hi Anna! I'm so pleased to hear you have enjoyed my stories recently! I've never had a friend like Francesca before, who is so open about going to the toilet with me. Like I've mentioned before, she barely even reacts to what she's doing. It's like she's thinking "Yeah, I'm pooping. So what?" It's great! Hopefully I'll have more stories featuring her in the near future.
I definitely find pooping an adventure! I always like to go somewhere new or different, even if it's just another bathroom. You should never be embarrassed about pooping in a public toilet, everyone does it. Definitely turn it into a thrill and let it excite you instead. Be loud and proud! I used to be the same as you (and my sister, Shelbi, still is) but one day I thought to myself, why am I being embarrassed? Who cares if people know I'm taking a dump? I'll never see them again anyway most likely. And it feels good!
I really enjoyed your latest story, don't be embarrassed! Your boyfriend probably wasn't bothered by it at all and was just wondering why you were away for longer than usual, i.e having a pee!
Imogen - I really enjoyed your story! I had a few leaks in the snow myself, I think it's the cold that does it and the fact I simply can't walk as quickly in the snow. The leaks definitely are a warning of an imminent flood. at least for me. And I find once my knickers are wet I find it even more difficult to hold it. The wet fabric against my skin just encourages my body to let a little more out.
Love. Taylor.TripleD
My friend aged 45 worked constant nights she was always getting constipated One night she took 2 laxitive tablets before her shift and as there was no result she took another couple just before she finished her shift She had a 10mile journey home and shortly after driving homed she felt her stomach cramping. About 15minutes later things were desperate ,she felt the load pushing to get out
She told me she knew of a wooded are and made her way there jumped out of her car cupping her buttocks in both hands She was wearing leggings and went behind a large bush ,she was about to rip her leggings down she heard a noise and a dog appeared followed by a lady who was walking it My friend pretended she was just out to stretch her legs and the lady said she often walked the dog there However during the conversation she felt a large load pushing into her pants and soon the back of the leggings were tented out The lady left and my friend quickly pulled down the leggings and emptied the load wiping with some leaves She hand a sticky ride home
My first post.
I'm an extremely gassy girl with huge shits. This fact is probably what has me interested in the act of taking a dump, as I clog toilets far too often, that I realized my poop must be bigger than most other's.
After I was introduced to this site, I went straight for the survey. I was surprised to find that my responses in the survey were, for the most part, the highest option. (Seriously, is it true most people only poop 0-1 times a day? That's madness! My roommate and I go AT LEAST twice a day!)
Anyway, my bowels have only gotten more active as time goes on, so I'll talk about a dump I took 5 or so days ago.
As I said before, I'm super gassy, so I can usually tell when I am about to have to take a dump, cuz the smell ranks up to offensive levels.
Anyways, I was in a rush to get home from class that day cuz I really had to go, and my damn car was becoming gas chamber.
When I finally got home, I ran straight to the bathroom, without giving my roommate any greeting. (Unless you count a somewhat hefty fart as I ran by a greeting).
Needless to say, I spared no time dropping my pants and sitting on the toilet. When I started to push, this huge bubbly ripper of a fart roared out of me and echoed in the toilet bowl. (I guarantee my roommate heard it).
Seriously, it lasted like five seconds, that fart. And the smell was definitely something I was proud of.
As soon as it ended, I had to push even harder because this log of poo was incredibly stubborn. I was making progress, but as usual, it was coming out really slowly. It didn't hurt, thank goodness, but it was shockingly thick, and as time passed, I realized it was also shockingly long, too. And this is coming from someone who usually has pretty hefty dumps.
As I continued to take care of business, my curiosity was increasing. I was REALLY interested in seeing what the inside of the toilet bowl must have looked like, because I was willing to gamble it was one of the biggest poos I had ever produced.
I resisted the urge to look, but only because I still felt some poo left in the tank. I wanted to get it all out, THEN look. FOr the full effect, y'know.
After passing a massive first log, followed by 2 large, but smaller logs, and a surprising amount of toots, I allowed myself to look into the toilet.
Pretty sure this one was my masterpiece. The first log was so long, it had coiled itself at the bottom of the toilet, and sank like a brick. Despite resting at the bottom of the toilet, however, it still managed to peak above the water level a considerable amount. The other two logs had nestled to opposite ends, almost making it look like a shit-sandwich. The yellow-brown firm pile of shit I was staring at was impressive, but I was immediately worried that I'd never be able to flush without clogging the toilet.
I wiped (Took so many wipes, I lost count), then without flushing, I ran out to grab the toilet plunger my roommate and I kept handy. She saw me run past her again, and said "Uh, hello?"
She must have been mad I didn't say hi to her yet, but I had other things on my mind. I nabbed the toilet plunger, farted once more as I passed my roommate (This time it was on purpose, I couldn't help myself, especially since I knew it was going to reek), and re-entered the bathroom only to be hit with the god-awful odor once again. Maybe it was because I left, but I felt like it somehow smelled twice as bad as when I first left to get the plunger.
Anyway, holding my plunger steady, I flushed the toilet, prepared to intervene if the toilet clogged.
Now, our toilet actually didn't have a tank lid. If the toilet clogged, I could easily reach my hand into the tank lid and left the bobber, preventing the toilet from overflowing. Then, all I would have to do is use the plunger until it was safe to release the bobber.
Well, unsurprisingly, the toilet clogged immediately. After flushing, the poop shifted ever so slightly, and then effectively plugged the toilet like an over-sized cork. The toilet made some gross noises at that point, but I knew what I had to do. I reached into the tank, pulled up the bobber, and everything became still again.
Next, I put the plunger forward, and started pressing up and down as I worked to unclog the toilet. Unfortunately, this meant I had to ruin my masterpiece of a dump, but it had to be done. Resisting the smell (Well, I actually like the smell of my own gas and poop, so it wasn't hard at all), I flushed the toilet again. This time, it looked like some of the poop managed to pass through, but it wasn't long before it all got stuck again. Remember, this was a pretty sizable dump!
I repeated this process twice more, before I managed to get every remnant of my poop down the toilet. (Save for an unholy amount of skid marks, but I wasn't in the mood to deal with that in the moment.)
Afterwards, I left the bathroom to finally greet my seething roommate, and warn her not to go in their for at least the rest of the day.
Welp, story time's over! Hope you guys found this event as interesting as I did!
Francesca
Surveys
Hi there, long time no post! Does anyone have any surveys they would like answering? I'd love to help out.
FrancescaAbby C
Hi everyone, today I've been reading most of my old posts from 2013-2014 when I was like 10 or 11 and they are so funny. My grammar was so horrible and my stories were so short.
Today we had no school because of the recent noreaster and I didn't have school yesterday on Monday and we won't have school till Thursday. I'll be in school forever!!!! So my mom let me stay home alone. My twin went to a friend's same with my sister Kate and then she took my 6 year old brother and my little sister. So I was alone with nothing to do but watch TV. We got power back last night when I was asleep so I didn't poop the whole weekend cause I'll poop anywhere, outside, in school or in the dirtiest bathroom ever, but I won't poop in the dark. So I pooped last Thursday at school during Algebra. And it is Tuesday so it's been 4 days since I pooped. And yes I could've in the morning but there are no windows in my bathrooms and I'm not going with the door open. So anyways here's my story. I woke up at about 9:30 and my mom had texted me at 8:00 telling me she left. I went downstairs made myself breakfast and watched TV. Once I finished eating I just decided to pee and poop in the bathroom since I haven't gone. I went to the bathroom right by my kitchen and it was freezing especially since I was in pajamas. I plopped my bum on the seat and my bum was freezing. I let out a nice long quiet fart and started peeing. Then a piece started crackling out and landed with a loud plunk sound. About an hour later my friend Hanna called me. I answered and she asked me if she could use my bathroom. I went to the front door and she came in. I walked her to the upstairs bathroom instead of the one off the kitchen. She locked the door and I waited outside for her. Hanna is my age she has brownish blackish hair she's probably 5'3. Although she is in got with a nice butt. Hanna is kinda my neighbor but her younger brother usually listens when she poops. I was waiting outside and I heard 3 large splashes in the toilet. She came out and said "Wow that felt good" we both started laughing, we hung out for like an hour and then she had to go.
Natasha
Hello. A few comments then I'll get to my story.
Imogen: Sorry to hear that you fell on the ice. It's good you didn't seriously get hurt, though. And also good you made it to the toilet to finish your wee rather than going in your knickers. It's finally warming up here now (supposed to be 14 this weekend) but it was really snowy and icy out for a long while. A guy I work with actually fell and he did get seriously hurt. Anyway, you're definitely right about the spurts of wee being signs of an impending accident.
Abbie: It's too bad you're still struggling with constipation. I hope it gets better for you soon. I hear what you're saying about being desperate for a wee or a poo whilst queueing in a public toilet. It's miserable holding and holding and just hoping you don't have an accident. Luckily, like you (and unlike poor Mel from my last story), I've never had a full on accident whilst queueing.
Anyway, hi everyone else. I've been a bit constipated the past several weeks. I'm pooing about every two or three days. Sometimes I'll go for a poo after one day but when that happens it's usually small and unsatisfying. I always know there's more left in me but I can't get it out no matter how much I strain.
I've not been eating well lately and I don't think I've been drinking as much water as I should either. I'm trying to learn to eat better, and now that the weather's finally getting nicer I'm going to try and get out and get more active too. Hopefully that'll help my constipation, help me feel better, and probably lose some weight even. Currently I'm about 70kg. Ideally I'd like to be more around 55kg... but baby steps I guess.
Right, well, I'm feeling like I might be able to do a poo now. I'm off to the loo to take care of that so I'll sign off for now. Bye!Christina
Camping trip continued
I'll continue off from where a left off, with us all returned back to the tent. Before we all gotten to sleep we sat awake talking with the camping light on. In the middle of the disscuion I got the urge to fart and swing how I was with my friends, I let it out. "Oh no you didn't" said Elsie with a laugh, "that's not even a proper fart here.." and with that she replied in turn with a muffled fart in her sleeping bag. To cut the story short, we soon got into a sort of fart contest between me Elise and Lola with Lydia choosing not to participate. We kept going to see who could go on the longest with Elsie ultimately 'winning', that's when we had the idea of having a dump contest the next day. "Think about it, were all comfortable around each other, where completly alone in the middle of no where, why not?" Said Lola. "Well I'm for it" I said with Elise in agreement. "Lyd you can sit this one out if you want" "yeah I think I will be" she replied. The conditions had been agreed and it was going to take place tomorrow night, so that involves eating as much as possible over the course of the day and holding it in.
When the time of the competion arrived I was pretty desperate to go after skipping my usual morning dump. It was about 6 o'clock and getting quite dark but not dark enough to use the torches. Lola's idea was to squat down and go in the woods as nobody was about and we would have a better view of each of our products. We went quite deep into the woods before we removed our pants, so we wouldn't get any wee on them by accident or worse. I was wearing a long oversized tshirt which I wear for bed which just about covered my bottom so I didn't feel completely exposed. Lola was wearing the same, while Elise with a regular size tshirt had her bare bottom and fanny hanging out. We each squared down at the same time facing each other in a circle. Mine requires little effort and I could feel it drop on to the floor. "Mines not exactly the cleanest" said Lola as I watched hers looking pretty runny. When we were done we inspected each other's piles. Lola's was nothing but a pile of mush, while mine and Elise's were very similar but mine was slightly larger so I taken a win in that contest. It was then we realised we hadn't brought anything to wipe ourselves with, rather annoyingly. On we had to walk butt naked across the woods to the toilets carrying our pants. Lola had really messy backside by the time we got to the shack where we had left our toilet paper. It was then when we had a little weird conversation about butt crack hair and how that makes it more difficult to wipe and how difficult it is to remove butt crack hair also how it is not something you would assosiate with 20 year old women.
Nothing partically interesting happened over the next two days regarding the toilet or anything like that so I'll keep my story relevant to this website, but in the last day before we were about to pack up and leave the most embarrassing moment of my life happened. It was in the morning about 11 o'clock just as we were packing up the tent. I had went off to have another dump in the morning. Everybody else was by the tent and I felt completly alone when I entered the toilets, and seated myself on the right hand toilet. However just as I'd sat down and started to go (I had one dangling in mid air) I heard voices. I stoped and listened out. Next thing I knew the door opened and two people a man and a women in there late 20s say walked in. It must have been clear to them I was in shock judging by my reaction but they didn't really seem bothered. "Errrm excuse me" I said "do you mind". "Oh no no not at all" responed the woman "don't mind us". But she didn't grasp what I was after as they stayed in the toilets. "We've been hiking up in the hills for the last couple of days and thought we'd stay over hear for the night" she explained to me while her I presume boyfriend or husband put down his rucksack on the floor and began to rummage through it. I was still I little shocked at this sudden invasion of privacy, as I had no problem going infront of my friends, but infront of complete strangers I was completly embarrassed. The man got out a wash bag and started to brush his teeth still facing my direction while the woman was at the sinks. "Don't mind us do carry on" she said quite friendly. "Ermmm do you mind if I have a bit of privacy if you don't mind" I asked quite awkwardly. "Oh we won't be long" she replied continuing what she was doing. I had no really choice and tried to let out my dump as quitely as possible but it must have been quite obvious all of a sudden to the woman what I was doing. "Oh you're pooing" she said quite loudly. Her husband turned round for a second glancing over at me. "Errr ... yes I'm just having a.." I said back really awkwardly. "I thought you were talking your time and that there was a bit of a smell" she said back as her husband kept rummaging through his rucksack. "Oh okay get out john, a lady needs some privacy having a poo" she said to her husband rather bizzarly. And with that he took one final glance at me before picking up his rucksack and leaving. However I still felt completly humiliated and was rather annoyed that she had stayed. Now she rummaged through her rucksack finding a mirror and started looking at herself in it. However the husband or boyfriend was still just outside the shack standing waiting outside and with the door not even completly closed so he could still easily hear everything I did. I tried to get my next bit out and I heared my butt crackle and I farted slightly. "Do you mind not passing any wind, it's not the most pleasantest thing to hear" said the woman to my astonishment. "It's just a bit of manners isn't it" she said. I was completly taken aback and now just desperate to get out of there join my friends and go home. I removed my hand from my lap to reach for some toilet paper to wipe with, when I saw the women look down and give me a funny look. I could tell she had caught a sight if my lady bush. And I had no clue what to say. "Didn't pack my razor" I said not having a clue what or why I was talking. "Evidently" replied with a little look of disgust. I only gave myself one quick wipe just desperate to get out of there. I stood up quickly pulling my shorts up, giving her one final good look at my lady garden before I quickly walked to the door, passing her husband on the way out. I rushed back to the tent which had already been put away. In the car journey back I explained everything to my friends who had a right good laugh at my expense but couldn't believe the nerve on that woman. I was just grateful i didn't have diherra or was on my period or anything because that would have been even mor embarrassing having a blooded sanitary pad on my kinickers.
Anyway I hope you liked the story and would be interested if anyone had ever experience having to go the toilet around somebody so don't know or any more camping stories. Thanks guys, this site is great telling stories quite anonymously which you would never want to share in public so thank you site. I think I'll post again soon!
The survey
Age: 41
Gender: Feale
1. How many times do you usually poop each week? 6 or 7
2. How often do you get constipated? At least once a week
3. What is your definition of being constipated? Not being able to do some excrement at least once a day
4. What do you usually do to relieve your constipation? I'm very mindful of fiber and fluid intake but I use suppositories or enemas often
5. What usually makes you constipated? Pre-period, other than that I don't know what (slow bowels/weak rectums run in the family?)
6. What is the longest you've ever been constipated? A week (at age 6)
7. How long does it usually take you to poop if you're constipated? Depends what medicine I've used
8. How long does it usually take you to poop if you're not constipated? 5-10 minutes
9. What position do you prefer to sit in while pooping when you're constipated? I lean forward on the toilet
10. What position do you prefer to sit in while pooping when you're not constipated? I usually just lean forward on the toilet.
11. Have you ever had someone else help you poop while you were constipated? Innumerable suppositories given in childhood
12. Have you ever helped someone else poop while they were constipated? My daughter, my second-cousins, kids I used to babysit
Christina
Camping trip
Hi hello I'm new to this site and just thought I'd share a story that happened to me a few months ago. My friend Lola is big on camping and had been nagging me and our friends Elise and Lydia to go with her for a week. After turning her down for months we finally agreed a week in which to go and rather reluctantly I agreed. I'd only been camping before once and I'd hated it but since I was going with friends I thought it would be a good time. We all packed our things and drove off in the same car with Lola driving as she knew the campsite she'd been before. After about a three hour drive we arrived in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere. But what was actually... the middle of nowhere. She pulled over to a little gravel area on the side of the road and told us the site was about a half mile walk up the side of a wooded hill. Leaving the car we hauled our rucksacks and tent up to the site. The so called camp site was nothing more but a small clearing in the woods near a small lake. In the distance a couple of hundred meters away appeared to be an old shack. "That's the toilet" Lola said pointing to the shack. "I think I'll go" said Lydia "you guys put up the tent". Our tent was larger than expected and we we're able to put it up pretty easily. "I don't think much of the toilets" said Lydia when she returned. "Somebody was gone a while anyway" said Lola jokingly, "what have you been up to?" "None of your business" replied Lydia. Once we'd had our dinner and set up a bit of a small fire, I went off to the toilets. As I'd said before the toilets was a quite large wooden shack, inside is three toilets in a row on the back wall with no form of stall or patrion or anything around them. Just one large room with one sink opposite above a window which was partially cracked and very dirty. The toilets themselves were not in the best condition and quite dirty. I noticed lots of holes through the slats in the wood as well, so privacy was not the best at all really. None the less I sat down on the first toilet and had a little wee. The next morning I awoke about about 10 o'clock after a pretty late night. I noticed Elsie and Lola had already left the tent leaving Lydia fast asleep in her sleeping bag. Lola was outside the tent cooking breakfast. I walked off to the toilets in need of my morning dump feeling quite full from the food of the night before. As I was about to open the door I heard Elsie say" who's there" "it's me Lola, I need to go" "wait a minute.. actually I might be a while come in". I walked in to find Elsie with her jeans around her ankles seated on the middle toilet. "Morning dump?" I asked "yep you bet" " well I'm here for mine to anyway". I sat down next to her with my jeans around my ankles to. i heard some slight cracking coming from Elise followed by the sound of something dropping into the bowl. I stared going myself. We talked for a bit whilst going, interrupted by the occasional stary fart. At one pint I tried to look down between her legs to see her dump but she has quite thick thighs ( like mysefl) and kept her hands over her lap and her lady area. Eventually we were both done wiping our backsides whilst seated before giving the toilets a flush. I was actually pretty surprised they even flushed given the condition they were in. We head black and had our breakfast before Lola took us out on a bit of a hike for a few hours, which ended up taking all of the day. We arrived back late and again cooked something to eat on the camping stove Lola brought. We'd packed quite an excess of food so we ate quite a bit. That night I woke up at about 3 o'clock in the morning, the tent was pretty stuffy but I could also smell a good wiff of some farts. I didn't know who it was but eventually I got back to sleep. The next morning both me and Elsie woke up at the same time this time. "That time of the day again" I asked as we headed off to the toilets. This time though it was Lola who was already there, shaving her legs by the sink. "I though we were letting nature take its course, this week" asked Elsie reffering to Lola shaving her legs. "I'm wearing shorts today so nature will have to wait" replied back Lola. Me and Elise both assumed our now usually positions on the toilets, and started to go. This time my bottom started to crackle as I dropped quite a bit into the bowel. "Ladies please" said Lola. I answered back with a small fart. "That's not very lady like is it" lola laughed. "Come join us" Elsie said with a laugh. "Well I do need to unload a bit" said Lola as she taken a seat down to the right of Elsie. Suddenly I heard a lot fart and it was Lola. After finishing and having a good wipe. Washed my hands and started to brush my teeth. As I walked past I looked down into Lola's bowl. Lola isn't as curvy as me or Elsie and I was able to catch a little glipse of a rather large chunk submerged in the bowl. " yenno" I asked "has any of you seen Lydia on the toilet at all". " no never, I think she's very private about that sort of thing". After a little discussion we agreed to spy on Lydia next time she goes. I gave myself a quick wash and as I was about to leave Elsie stood up finished with her dump. Just before she pulled her pants up I seen a good glimpse of her lady garden, a really dark thick patch of Curley hair between her thick thighs. I was quite shocked at how I hadn't noticed it before, but to be fair I had quite a large bush going on downstairs and I think so did Lola. That day we spent our time walking through the woods playing some games and eating. That night we watched a movie on Elsie's iPad infront of the fire. When the film had finished we went off to brush our teeth and have a quick wee, while Lydia said she'll put out the fire. We retuned just as Lydia was about to set off to the toilets. It's was pitch black and as we seen Lydia's flash light walk off to the toilets direction we followed her with our touches off of course. When we arrived we peered though the holes in the slats between the wooded planks on the back wall. Lydia was brushing her teeth. We waited and soon she walked over to the toilets. She selected the middle toilet and had her flash light on the floor infront of her. We remained absolutely still only about 2 foot away from her. Then we heard her fart quite loudly. We could tell She thought she was on her own because would never have done that otherwise. Then we heared her bottom make some crackiling noises and heared the distinct poo dropping into the bowl noise. She was done very quickly and then stood up to wipe giving us all a view of her what appeared to be quite messy backside. Before she left we all hurried back to the tent as silently as possible so she wouldn't be aware of what we had done.
I'll share more of what happened over the next few days in another post. Thank you for reading and if anyone has any camping stories similar please share them!
Sunday, March 11, 2018
<Uncle Harry
Peeing in the Chem Lab
When I was in high school, chemistry was one of the courses taught. Every student had a partner. Mine was a girl named Jane. For various reasons, I thought she had a crush on me. I had no such feelings for her. I never dated her. Just before the end of the school year, we were required to do an experiment; a simple urinalysis. We were to bring in samples of urine in containers given to us by the teacher. All but us got their experiment done on time. Jane was late getting in. On the Saturday before the final exam, she finally got in. We put our specimens on the chemistry table and sat down at our desks to do some paper work. I noticed that she was wearing a short skirt and was sitting with her legs spread so that I could easily see her skimpy panties. We got up and went over to the chem bench to set up our equipment, when she knocked over both of our urine samples. She looked glum, sort of. "Oh, Harry", she said. "What do we do now"?. "Well", I said, "We get new samples. Do you have any more urine in your bladder?, I asked. She said she did because she forgot to pee before she left the house. Forgot? I wonder. She said that she really needed to go. I was sure that I had enough in my bladder. But how were going to do this? The chemistry bench was against the wall, so we could not get any privacy behind it. The bathrooms were all closed until Monday because they had just been painted. "Gee, Harry", she came up with. I guess you will just have to see my pussy. I can't hold up my skirt and hold a bottle between my legs at the same time". I got two large bottles out of the cabinet. She took off her panties and held up her skirt while I held a bottle between her legs and she let go heavily. When she finished, she wiped her pussy and dropped her skirt. My turn. I could hold my bottle by myself, but Jane wanted to hold it for me, so I let her. She looked at my penis as my urine flowed out. I finished and we proceeded with our experiment. She never put her panties back on. She once lifted her skirt to wipe her pussy again, she said,smiling. We got an A+ on or study. I was never quite sure how much of this was intentional.
P>Willow
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Thanks for the advice. I'll think about it.Mina
Hi everyone, how are you?
I had my birthday party in my flat this year and Shinri came. So this morning (the party was yesterday because my birthday was in the midweek) we couldn't go to the loo together. But Kazuko and Hisae went together in beige flat.
I and Shinri and Maho were full very much, big meal in evening and big breakfast. Actually I think we digested all food in night with sleeping, because this morning we were hungry.
After breakfast Shinri looked at us with quizzical. Of course we all know what she is thinking. Maho said to her, "we need loo I think, how about you Shinri?"
Shinri said "yes" in little voice and with little smile. Maho said, "you are guest, you go first! And you don't hurry! We all like to stay long time! Last time we didn't complain you, ne?" (ne" is Japanese word like tag question in English.)
Shinri 's motion time is same with us, 10 minutes or little bit more. She has small bottom but I think, and I read many times this site, size of bottom is no relation with size of motion.
Shinri went into loo of green flat and sat down. Kazuko and Hisae went to beige flat. I and Maho stayed in kitchen. We can hear loo sound little bit in the kitchen. But we didn't listen so much. Because Shinri is guest.
Suddenly, after Shinri was in loo about 6 minutes, we hear six very heavy plops come very fast. I and Maho stop to talk and looked each other. The Maho said in little voice, "Shinri is very settle down." I answer, "I think she is happy in loo. I don't surprise, because loo is so lovely place!"
After that we talk more quiet voice, it is not our business to listen Shinri, but we are very tempt. So we hear some little plops, then washlet, then paper, then flush two times. And Shinri come out.
Maho said, "you feel good?"
Shinri answered, "very good!" Then she said, "it is nice feeling to sit there." I said at once, "I think so too." Shinri gave smile to me. I said to Maho, "who has good time next?" Maho answered, "you, Mina." So I went. I sat down on loo and prepare to enjoy.
Of course I enjoy. I try to be noisy, I worry Shinri is embarrass her big noise. But I think she is accustom now.
When I come out after I make about 10 big plop noises take 13 minutes, Maho and Shinri still alone. Maho got up and went into loo.
Little bit later, Hisae and Kazuko came back. Hisae said, "sorry we so long. But somebody like loo very very much!" Kazuko hit her on shoulder. But Shinri said, "Of course! Loo is so nice place! I also relaxed a lots." Then we hear from inside loo, "I also am relax!" and very heavy plop just after. So we all laugh. Maho said, "Why you laugh?" So I shout her, "because we are happy!!"
Maho stayed in loo nearly 15 minutes, so nobody embarrass maybe. And we keep medicine in loo, it called "toilet sono ato ni" it is mean " after toilet" we spray inside loo, so smell go away soon. Shinri said, "it is good medicine, Where you buy? I want to buy. I make so bad smell in loo." But we said to her, "we think it is not so bad smell, especially we think so if it is from our liked person." Shinri suddenly was tears in her eyes and they fell down fast. She really cry!! She squeezed my hand, so I squeeze to her.
We talked about motion quite long time, about constipate and such kind of thing. And about loos and their decorate. Shinri said, she like our loo decoration. She also keep her loo very clean and put flowers and ornaments and calendar with nice sceneries, she said. So it is very comfortable to sit there long time and make big smell. I said to her, we like to get up very early, so we have long time to sit on loo. She said, she is same, school loo very dirty, so she can use for wee but not motion, except if she is a diarrhoea. She want to do her motion in her flat.
Shinri is a teacher, she asked her colleague about the word "motion" so I can tell you, Sir Shits-A-Lot. It is British word so if you are American you never hear, maybe. Shinri's colleague said to her, when motion is mean "bowel movement" British people use, especially doctor, but if "motions" mean "turds" it is not use so much now though it used much before. My host mother use in both means. She is old fashion, perhaps. "burururururu" is rare word. Hisae and Maho never hear before we are friends, Kazuko and Shinri say they hear maybe once. But we all feel, it is good word. I don't remember where I hear.
Sometimes I wonder, why motion make music? This morning my first three turd, they sound like do mi si. si is lower than do, mi is higher. after that I don't know because it was long time to next turds.
I read many interesting words this site, brrapppp and splat and bbbrrrfffttt and sploop, there is big list of motion vocabulary I think. Words for plop sound are OK, but I hate ewww and yeesh, I said before I think.
Maybe I don't post for little time, but I will back one day. Your very own Mina never forget you.
Love
Mina and MKHRonette
How I spent my Saturday morning
I spent four hours of my Saturday morning in the detention hall at school. I don't always remember to take my morning pee while dressing and before leaving home, so when I get to school I head right to the bathroom closest to my locker. So I pulled my jeans and thong down and seated myself. Before my pee started I reached down into my book bag, pulled out my lap top and while I sat I was doing the final edit on my history paper. There was a gap between the cubicle and door about 1-inch wide. I looked up to find a face and eyeball against it. I was leery of going back to my work, but I did. Then there was knock and I heard an adult say, "Open please." It was one of the administrative interns. She asked to see my ID card. I fumbled a bit in pulling it out and I think that upset her. She swiped it into her hand-held device and asked me what I was doing. I held my sarcasm back because when you're sitting on a toilet it should be obvious. She said there was no "hanging out" in the bathroom and that the office had received numerous complaints. I told her I was sorry, but she said since it was in the handbook and had been read to us at a rules assembly, I was going to be receiving a "consequence." She sent me an email reminder, plus another to my mom. My mom was pretty cool about it, but said I should remember to pee before leaving home and the problem will be solved. I know she's right. However, I don't think the school's rule is fair. Oh well. I got my homework done for the next several days.
Anna
a few comments
to Jessica B: I liked your story about staying at Helen's place. Ever since I have started posting here, I have become kinda obsessed with buddy dumping, hehe. So, it's cool that Helen is so open and non-judgemental and I think something like that would be a really interesting experience.
to Taylor: I have loved your stories recently. Especially the ones with your friend Francesca and I really like how open and natural you guys are.
Another thing I like is how you make pooping in public a kind of a mischievious adventure. I haven recently tried to change my mindset in a similar way! I've always felt that I am kinda embarrassing myself on public toilets when I am having less than ladylike poos, but now I trying to turn it more into a thrill, knowing that the other women know I am taking a dump! I'm slowly getting there!
to Victoria B: You recently posted a story about having an accident. I really felt for you reading it! It's totally something that can happen to anybody every once in a while, I know from experience. I thought you really handled it like a lady!
Anna
big poo at my bf's house
My new boyfriend and I went out with a couple of my friends Friday night and after that we went to his place to watch a movie. When we got there I felt super full and during the movie I started needing a poo. I have only been over at his place twice and I really, really didn't want to go number two in his bathroom with all his roommates around. So I decided I would wait and see if my need would just go away. It was ok at first, but by the time we went back to his room I had to go pretty badly again. I didn't want to say anything and finally one hour or so later when I figured my bf and probably all his roommates had falled asleep, I decided to sneak to the bathroom and take a dump. Because, really I couldn't hold it any longer at this time!
So, I carefully got out of bed, put on my glasses and my top and tried to tiptoe out of the room. Just then my bf whispered; "where are you going?". I felt caught, but hadn't really thought of an alternative explanation so I just told him I was going to the bathroom. I peeked out into the hall and then quietly walked down to the bathroom, all the while pulling down the bottom of my top, which didn't really cover my bare bumcheeks. I closed the bathroom door, turned on the fan and pulled down my string and plopped my behind on the toilet seat. I peed right away and in the middle a quiet fart came out. Then I leaned forward, put my arms on my thighs and started to push my poop out. First thing, I blasted this long wet fart into the bowl. I felt like it was so loud, everybody in the place could have heard it! It was so embarrassing! Then a big turd slowly started to crackle out and drop from my backdoor. It made a big plop as it splashed into the toilet. I farted again, but thankfully it was much more quiet. A second poo came out after that, which was also very large and even longer. Then I had to wait for a while until, finally I did a third, smaller turd and then I felt all empty. I even let out a pretty big sigh of relief, I believe. The bad news was that the smell in the little bathroom was now horrible! As I was leaning forward on the toilet, my poop smell wafted up between my ???? bum and the seat and, ewww did it stink so bad! It was such a disaster, I felt that not many people would have even believed that a single college girl could do that to a bathroom by herself!
For a moment I just sat on the toilet super embarrassed and kinda deflated. I felt like the worst gf, totally destroying the toilet and stinking out the bathroom only on her second time over!
But of course, there was nothing else I could do. I took a moment to regain my composure. Then I pulled off some tp, wiped very carefully my front and back and pulled up my panties and had a peek. The three turds had totally filled the bottom of the bowl way beyond where the water was and on top was a ton of dirty tp. I flushed and, woohoo it went down no problem. My first big win in this misadventure! There were massive skidmarks, but I quickly used the brush, took care of them and flushed again. Then I sprayed lots and lots of air freshener and when I was done I washed my hands.
I carefully closed the door and then tiptoed back into my bf's room. As I was getting back into bed, he was like; "did you just take a s***?". Omg, I felt so embarrassed and my face flushed bright red. I don't know why he asked. I couldn't think of anything to say other than; "sorry, yes". Then he just rolled over and he never mentioned it again the next day, so I guess it was ok. In the morning I was up early and went for a pee. By then there was no smell left in the bathroom, thankfully! Ok, that's the story of my first poo at my bf's house, I hope you all found it interesting!
mark d
sleep apnea & peeing
J
Sleep Apnea
typically the centre wire you up with around 20 sensors and you don't get much sleep during the "study".
i used to have to get up to pee 10 times a night, doc said it was because of the apnea, your body is triggering a need to pee response to get you to start breathing again.
now with the cpap machine get up once if that in 8 hours.
Question
Has anybody ever had a farting contest? Me and my husband recently had one. He won by sound, and I won by smell.
Imogen
Snow
It's been snowy over the last week or do and I hope everyone is coping!
Last week I went into town and had lunch with a friend, then did some shopping, leaving town at about 2pm. I'd wrapped up warm and had a thick jumper and a coat on, and a knee length black skirt with thick tights on to try and keep warm.
The snow was falling and the roads were icy, so I was waiting at the bus station for about 45 minutes before a bus arrived. We proceeded very slowly out of town with the driver being very careful because of how icy the roads were. By this time I was starting to need the loo, I'd been at lunch but that was now 3 hours ago!
We carried on very slowly and about 20 minutes later got to the edge of the area I live in, the bus pulled into a layby. The driver apologised but said he had been told to turn back here by his supervisor as the roads further on were far too dangerous.
I got off the bus and had no choice other than to walk from there, probably a 15 minute walk normally but longer in the snow, and by this point I was pretty desperate for a wee. I walked down the main road and then turned off onto the side streets, these were much icier than the main road so no wonder the bus turned around.
I was about 5 minutes from home and was waiting to cross the road and very desperate for a wee. I crossed my legs to provide some relief whilst a car slowly passed. Once it had gone I stepped forward whilst uncrossing my legs, and fell flat on the pavement having slipped on ice! BANG.
The shock and pressure of falling hard on the ice caused a squirt to leak out into my knickers. I was so cold and managed to get into a sitting position relatively easily, my bum sitting on the cold snow.
At this point I had an idea and wondered whether I could just wet myself and say it's snow that had caused the wet patch on my clothes. I decided to carry on though as I wasn't far from home. To stand up I wedged one foot against the kerb and another on the ground and in an ungainly fashion got up. As I did so, another dribble came out, probably because of the muscles I was using?! I had to spread my legs quite wide to do it and if anyone had looked at the right time they would have see my knickers.
I carried on gingerly towards home, noticing how quickly the warm feeling from the leaks turned freezing cold. I was glad I didn't wet myself fully now!
I got home a little while later and threw my bags and coat off as soon as I was in the front door. I ran up the stairs feeling another spurt come out, into the bathroom where there was another spurt as I ran across the bathroom, and a second as I pulled my knickers down (which went on the floor and loo seat). I crashed onto the loo and released a very long stream, feeling thankful that I'd made it. My knickers were quite wet, they were red with white spots on, but maroon in places!
I know I was very close to an accident - I think the spurts are a sign of impending release especially as they get closer together!
Hope everyone else is well !
Imogen
(Now dried and thawed out!)
Imogen
Snow
It's been snowy over the last week or do and I hope everyone is coping!
Last week I went into town and had lunch with a friend, then did some shopping, leaving town at about 2pm. I'd wrapped up warm and had a thick jumper and a coat on, and a knee length black skirt with thick tights on to try and keep warm.
The snow was falling and the roads were icy, so I was waiting at the bus station for about 45 minutes before a bus arrived. We proceeded very slowly out of town with the driver being very careful because of how icy the roads were. By this time I was starting to need the loo, I'd been at lunch but that was now 3 hours ago!
We carried on very slowly and about 20 minutes later got to the edge of the area I live in, the bus pulled into a layby. The driver apologised but said he had been told to turn back here by his supervisor as the roads further on were far too dangerous.
I got off the bus and had no choice other than to walk from there, probably a 15 minute walk normally but longer in the snow, and by this point I was pretty desperate for a wee. I walked down the main road and then turned off onto the side streets, these were much icier than the main road so no wonder the bus turned around.
I was about 5 minutes from home and was waiting to cross the road and very desperate for a wee. I crossed my legs to provide some relief whilst a car slowly passed. Once it had gone I stepped forward whilst uncrossing my legs, and fell flat on the pavement having slipped on ice! BANG.
The shock and pressure of falling hard on the ice caused a squirt to leak out into my knickers. I was so cold and managed to get into a sitting position relatively easily, my bum sitting on the cold snow.
At this point I had an idea and wondered whether I could just wet myself and say it's snow that had caused the wet patch on my clothes. I decided to carry on though as I wasn't far from home. To stand up I wedged one foot against the kerb and another on the ground and in an ungainly fashion got up. As I did so, another dribble came out, probably because of the muscles I was using?! I had to spread my legs quite wide to do it and if anyone had looked at the right time they would have see my knickers.
I carried on gingerly towards home, noticing how quickly the warm feeling from the leaks turned freezing cold. I was glad I didn't wet myself fully now!
I got home a little while later and threw my bags and coat off as soon as I was in the front door. I ran up the stairs feeling another spurt come out, into the bathroom where there was another spurt as I ran across the bathroom, and a second as I pulled my knickers down (which went on the floor and loo seat). I crashed onto the loo and released a very long stream, feeling thankful that I'd made it. My knickers were quite wet, they were red with white spots on, but maroon in places!
I know I was very close to an accident - I think the spurts are a sign of impending release especially as they get closer together!
Hope everyone else is well !
Imogen
(Now dried and thawed out!)
Jessica B
To Anna
I is a pleasure reading from you again! Thank you for your response.
Indeed, Helen is very open and outgoing, way more than I actually. She was the one who made our buddy dumps happen, I would never have suggested such a thing on my own. And honestly, if it wasn't for an urgent wave of mushy "party poop", I'd probably have postponed the rest of my crap after she walked in. On the other hand, Helen could not care less about me being there when she has to go.
I am very happy to hear you have a boyfriend. It sounds like you had a truly massive urge that night! Aren't you usually a morning pooper? At least there was no one using the bathroom just after you (that is what embarrasses me the most).
I wonder, how long does it take to complete college in Canada? You must be done soon, right?
Love & take care,
JessBrandon T
comments & stuff
To: Mina as always another great story it sounds like your friends had great poops.
To: Anna great story about you big poop.
To: Jessica B great story it sounds like you and Helen both had great poops.
To: Cindy Lou Who great story.
To: Krissy great story.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this siteWillow
Correction
In an earlier post, I said that there was a swimming pool in my company. That is a mistake. There is a swimming pool in the building, but it does not belong to my company.
Willow
Couldn't Hold My Pee and Bill
Last Friday, I left work early because my housekeeper had quit and the agency was sending over a replacement for me to interview. I wanted to get home before she got there. I usually pee before I leave, but I was in a rush and didn't. In addition, the traffic was heavy and my bladder was building up some pain. When I got home, I took off my office clothes I was starting to leak. I was ready to dash for the bathroom, when the phone rang in the kitchen. I answered it. It was the agency telling me they didn't have a replacement housekeeper yet, but will keep looking. I was dripping a little as I was going to the bathroom, when the phone rang again. It was Bill, my boyfriend. He told me he had made a decision. My heart sank. I sat down on a chair and desperately tried to contain my urine. The last time I heard "I've made a decision" was when a previous "boyfriend" dumped me. OMG. I just met Bill recently and now he's going to dump me. Not so. That wasn't what his decision was about. He mumbled something about changing his name. It made no sense. I was relieved and desperate to get to the bathroom before I peed all over the kitchen floor. The chair needed cleaning already. I told Bill I would call him back in a few minutes and hung up. I barely made it to the toilet, my hand holding my pussy. I plunked myself down and let go a torrent of urine for about 1.5 minutes. I went to the kitchen and called Bill back. I had always known William as Bill. I didn't know that most of his life he called himself Will and now he wanted to go back to it. Wow! Will and Willow! What a great combination! I was getting so excited about it, my bladder was starting to fill up again. We talked a while, but didn't know what we wanted to do that weekend. We would decide tomorrow. I went to pee again and less came out, but worth it. I put on some music to calm down.
A few weeks ago I was sitting on the toilet doing my daily dump. I sat on the toilet for what seemed like eternity. My legs started to go numb, so I figured it was time to get up. However, a small piece of poop was still dangling from my backside. Being impatient, I tried to shake it off. I spread my legs and looked between my legs, and I didn't see anything coming out but I did feel it; it must have been small enough to just wipe off. I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped in between my legs, then reached back and tilted my bottom so I could wipe. It took a few wipes, but I finally got done wiping and stood up, only to see a small piece of poop on the toilet seat! I quickly wiped it off with a wipe, then used a Clorox wipe on it. I flushed and pulled my pants up. It was really bad! Has this happened to anyone else?
Elphaba
I haven't post in quite some time due to how busy my life has been. However something happened tonight that I just need to post about. I had been to an event at the University chaplaincy and just before leaving I asked myself if I should use the bathroom there or if I could wait until i got home. I decided to hold for the fifteen minutes walk to my place. However five minutes in and the pressure on my bladder had increased to the point where I knew that if I didn't find somewhere to go I would pee myself. Luckily I was just passing a narrow side-street that had two large bins in it. Without thinking twice I nipped in behind the first one and after unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down to my hips with my panties I quickly assumed a squatting position. Pee poured out of me and hit the pavement sounding like a waterfall. This lasted about thirty seconds until it tapped off. I quickly got my panties and jeans back round my waist before emerging from the side street and continuing my walk home. Thanks for reading and hopefully I'll post again soon.
Taylor
University trip poop
On Monday () I was at an event with university to a technology museum and by the start of our lunch break I was starting to need the toilet. I had peed in the morning just before we left but that was 5 hours ago and I hadn't pooped at all that day. I thought about going to the toilet before eating but I was really hungry and a good meal always makes me need to poop. I like that feeling so it was a no brainer. I bought my food and sat at the table with the others, really taking my time to eat it. I never like rushing food. Most of my fellow students ate quicker than me and I saw a few of the girls go in groups to the bathroom.
By the time I had finished my meal I REALLY needed to sit on the toilet. I felt a strong pressure inside my guts and the large drink was wreaking havoc on my bladder. If I didn't go then there was a chance I'd completely fill my knickers and wet myself at the same time. I took away my tray and then headed to the bathroom, my professor, Lily, following behind me. Now let me tell you about Lily for a second, she's one of the most awesome women I know. Mid 30's, 5 foot 4, really busty and curvy with long brunette hair, and sooo open! Like she's the kind of woman who would poop in a toilet with glass walls, in the middle of London, and not be bothered about it. Nothing at all bothers her.
Lily and I walked into the bathroom and saw three of the five stalls were occupied so we took the two at the end next to each other with me next to the wall. I pulled my jeans and thong to my calves as I sat down, hearing Lily do the same and then made myself comfortable on the freezing cold seat, leaning forward a little. After a few seconds I was stretched really wide by a monster of a log inching out of me and I heard Lily peeing. I couldn't believe how good it was feeling to poop, completely relaxing as it moved at a snail's pace. It was soft but firm and I soon felt resistance as it touched the bottom of the bowl but there was nothing stopping it, instead it just curled around, keeping me open wide. Lily finished peeing after about 15 seconds but my poop was showing no signs of ending. It was huge!
After what felt like an eternity it fell into the bowl with the quietest of "flumphs" and I immediately felt so much better. I still needed to pee so I sat and waited for that to happen on its own. I had been sitting for about 10 seconds when I heard a series of small splashes from Lily in rapid succession and then she started getting some toilet paper. As she was cleaning up I started peeing, sighing from how nice it was to empty my bladder. I went for ages and as I pushed out the final dribbles I was opened again by another log. Where was I keeping it all? This piece wasn't as wide and moved quite quickly but still felt great.
Lily left her stall to wash her hands and I finally felt done so I stood up to see what I had produced. Sitting in the bowl was a huge chocolate brown log, a couple of inches thick and curling perfectly around the bowl in a U shape. Laid on top was another about an inch thick and two inches long, all sitting in slightly yellow water. I hesitantly flushed, praying it would all go down and to my amazement it was gone in seconds without even a mark on the bowl. I sat down again and got some toilet paper to wipe with, reaching between my legs to wipe my front and then worked on my behind. The toilet paper was really cheap and nasty but only took a few pieces to clean me up. I flushed again, redressed and washed my hands before meeting up with my friends again, a huge smile on my face.
Siford
Downtown library toilets
Me and my study partner Merrilee spend one evening a week after school at our city's large downtown library. There are more programs on the computers there for us to use for our AP classes. Both she and me try to avoid the bathrooms at our school because they are so gross, too crowded, and each of us have a couple of teachers who are tough when their students ask to use the bathroom. Last week was the worst for her holding her crap in as we waited for the bus after school. We had just missed one bus and knew it would be 20 to 25 minutes for the next one to come. I left my book bag on the bench and told her I was going back in for the bathroom. As soon as I went up the two sets of stairs and went through an interrogation from two security guards, I knew that my double serving at the pizza bar needed to come out. I turned through the first entrance right into the bathroom. All but one of the doors on the bathroom toilets had been removed. The one doored stall was in use as were several of the other toilets. I walked down to the end of the line and turned into the obvious toilet I was going to use. The seat was dripping with pee. I grabbed for the toilet paper roll to wipe it down, but there were only 2 small square pieces left. Knowing that I had very little time, I seated myself and with a 10 percent push, I did my dump. While I usually wipe from my seat, I didn't like the feel of moisture under my butt. I stood, tore off the two remaining squares and probably did about 20 percent of my normal wipe. Then I hurriedly washed my hands and ran out with them wet since none of the two dryers I tried worked. Merrilee was just texting me when I got back to the bench. I was just starting to tell her about my experience when the bus came. She was starting to feel uncomfortable, I could tell, and she was 15 minutes way from her crap. I told her I was happy with the choice I had made.Zip
Public toilet partitions
Sammy - Interesting story about using the unisex stalls in NY. So the stall partitions didn't go all the way to the floor? That's would seem unusual if it was for both men and women. Like you, I also used to be very shy about anyone seeing my underwear and jeans below the stall partition, even though having everything down at my ankles was the most comfortable way to poop. For some reason it wasn't as embarrassing when I was wearing boxers and sometimes I just had to have them all the way down to go comfortably. But briefs were always up high and hidden.
At some point that all changed. Now I have no problem taking a dump with everything down at my ankles. I only wear briefs now, many of them colored and striped and easily seen below the partitions or if I'm using a stall without a door.
The last time I used a toilet stall next to a woman was at a dock in Seattle, because the women's restrooms were being remodeled and they had to use porta potties outside. It was cold out there, so a woman was in the stall when I came into the men's room. She was finishing up, but I could tell it was women's shoes under there. I went ahead and dropped my jeans and briefs down, and had a seat. She knew a guy was seated in the next stall.
Sunday, March 04, 2018
Pete The Poop
multi shaded poop
Hi
I had a poop the other day and it was a mix of dark brown and then a much lighter shade of tan/brown. Quite interesting to see on the same poop :)