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Mellisa

Messy Emergency Poop

My stomach grumbled...As I drove, I knew I needed a toilet...bad. I felt more pressure towards my pucker. Something big and gassy was making its way for my exit. I am a chubby girl(170 pounds) and I gorged on buffett food the night before until my plump belly was stuffed...well now I needed to rid myself of my huge past meal. I turned into a Kmart parking lot. As I got out of my car, I felt another cramp. I ran towards the store. When I got into the bathroom, I barely had a chance to pull my pants down when a massive obnoxious fart slipped out and echoe. A second later a very mushy poop poked its way out of my pink rosebud. Another obnoxious fart blew out causing my digested meal to splatter into the bowl. "Omg what did I eat? Had I eaten something rotten?" I thought. I sat and pooped for a couple mins. It was so mushy and extremely stinky. I was embarrassed when someone walked in as I continued to poop. I heard them mutter "phew..." In reaction to my waste. Of course I farted right as they walkes in. Soon it was diarrheah.. And my pink hole was covered in brown shit. Unfortunately it would stay that way because my stall had no toilet paper. I whipped with the one remaining seat cover as much as I could but poop still remained... I pulled up my panties and flush a couple of times. What was once a beautifully smelling meal just stunk up the bathroom...


Sammy

Bathroom habits

Hey everyone, been awhile since my last post. Overtime I got to love to poop, especially that I have to poop in public bathrooms. One of the things that I'm curious about is people's bathroom habits when they need to use a public bathroom and sitting on the toilet.

Over the years my bathroom habits changed over the years when I'm pooping. When I was little before middle school & high school I always poop with my pants and underwear down resting around my ankles in public bathrooms and at home. My habits changed when I was in middle school and high school that I rarely pooped in public bathrooms since I don't want anyone to see me with my pants and underwear resting around my ankles showing under the public bathroom stall that I just kept them resting above my knees when I poop in home and public bathrooms.

Once I got to college I started to feel more comfortable with pooping around others in public bathrooms. During my second year of college I got over my fear of pooping in public bathrooms and I started pooping with my pants and underwear down resting around my ankles again shortly before my 20th birthday. Just turned 31 and I still poop with my pants and underwear resting around my ankles everytime I poop, especially on public bathrooms. I'm no longer embarrassed of pooping around others and I feel comfortable pooping with my pants and underwear around my ankles since I can spread my legs and it's easier to push my poop with my pants and underwear around my ankles rather resting around my knees or above my knees.

When I poop in public bathrooms I also noticed some people have their pants and underwear all the way down to their ankles and others don't drop them down all the way to their ankles.

Here is few questions that you can answer? Feel free to give your feedback
1. How far you generally pull down your pants and underwear when you pee/poop in a public bathroom & how long you been doing this method?

2. Do you pee/poop the same habit as question 1 while you are at home? If not, how far you generally pull down your pants and underwear when you use the bathroom at home?

3. Do you wipe your butt sitting down or you stand up to wipe your butt after you finish your pee/poop?

4. How did your pee/poop habits changed over the years from childhood to today?

5. How many times you generally flush the toilet when you pee/poop?

6. Do you sit or squat when you use the bathroom?

7. Are you embarrassed to poop/fart in public bathrooms and around others?

8. How often you poop in public bathrooms & when was the last time you pooped in public bathrooms?

9. Have you used a multi-stall public unisex bathroom? If not, would you use one with the opposite gender?

10. How long you spend in the bathroom while you poop in a public bathroom and at home?

11. If you have to pee/poop in a public bathroom, which one you prefer the most? Bathroom stalls with a door that the door don't reach the floor with your feet showing under the stall, single stall/toilet public bathroom with full locking door that is floor to ceiling, portable toilet or public bathroom stalls that has no doors

12. Are you male or female

Happy pooping everyone. Looking forward to read your responses of my survey and post. Will share one of the biggest poops I ever had in another post.


Kate
My sister must be the peeing queen. I don't know anyone who can pee even close to as much as she can. She came to visit last week and I asked her to see how much she could hold. She said okay. She peed even though she didn't even have to go, just to start empty. Then she played a drinking game where she drank a 250ml bottle every 15 minutes. She stopped after five hours, but only because her stomach hurt from drinking too much water. She did not have to pee at all. She drank four more 500ml bottles over the rest of the day but did not pee.

The next morning we woke up and she said she kind of had to pee. But after breakfast she played the drinking game again. After three hours she had to go badly but she kept holding. Two hours later and she was very desperate. Finally, one more hour later and she could not hold it anymore. She peed into a big two litre bottle. At first she peed very strongly. This lasted maybe 30 seconds. Then she stopped for a second before starting again. This time she did not pee as hard but she kept peeing and peeing and peeing.

For about three minutes she peed until she had almost filled up the whole bottle. I went to get another bottle. When she had completely filled the first bottle she had to stop again which she said hurt a little and move over to start again on the second bottle. She peed another minute and then her pee became weak. She was only going a little now but she did not stop peeing. Almost five minutes after that she finally finished peeing. She had filled the second bottle over half way.


Steve A

To Brittany

I'm not sure how you'll take this, but your openness of farting and pooping sounds quite interesting. It's not often that we see women being open with this kind of stuff, especially in the work setting.

I can tell you that I know some people who are like you, and it's good that more girls are open about this kind of stuff. I hate it when they act all ladylike about it.

On an extra note, your husband is lucky to have you as his wife...


Steve a

To Brittany B (hotel room prank)

That was a great prank, a classic.

I remember doing that back in high school and even in college. I would poop and "forget" to flush. No one ever found out it was me, expect in the high school locker room during gym class, but all the guys just joked about it.


To Evan

Dang that was very close, you probably didn't have very long before you would have had full briefs!! I would love to hear your other older stories you got though, sounds like you are a bit accident prone lol. Good thing you wear briefs though!


Hannah

Comments to Imogen and Abbie

Imogen - Hey, thanks for the welcome :) Yeah exactly the same happens to me ahaha never have any tissue either so have to do the old drip dry trick lol although like you I sometimes dribble a little anyway so by the time I've got round to weeing my knickers are slightly damp so not bothered if I've got nothing to wipe with lol. Would be nice to hear those stories about you wetting yourself, I've wet myself 4 times since I was 18, well 5 if I include the time I wet and pooed myself at the same time lol I'll go into more detail of that one another time as it's a long story but 3 of the 4 times have been after drinking, one of them being as I was opening my front door so not too bad as no one knew, same with the time I wet myself while sitting on the toilet ahaha, was bursting for a wee and had jeans on which I struggled to undo, I started leaking and couldn't stop! To prevent weeing all over the floor I threw myself on the loo and pissed my jeans ahaha, felt so weird but so good! Definitely satisfying having a desperate wee!! The other time is slightly more embarrassing as it happened in front of friends. Had been out in Brighton and was walking back up towards the train station, me and my friend Katie (there was 3 girls and 2 boys) was so desperate for the loo so we went to go down an alley way to wee but as I was in heels and struggling to walk because I was bursting I stumbled a little and lost control, wee just came pouring out. I wasn't even annoyed that it happened because it felt great letting it out ahaha, luckily I had a short navy coloured dress on so the wet patch didn't really show and I left my wet knickers in the bin ahaha that Katie was weeing behind while she laughed at what had just happened a bin so it was good to see the funny side of it, plus none of the others said anything when we returned so guessing they didn't notice it lol or maybe just being nice. Would love to hear some of your stories especially those of you wetting yourself, have you ever pooed yourself? I have ahaha, quite a few times if I'm honest, I'll share them soon along with the time I pissed and shit myself at the same time ahaha plus I'll go more into detail with stories as an when they happen, should be going out drinking at the weekend with it being bank holiday, fingers crossed I don't wet myself ahaha.

Abbie - Hey, thanks for the welcome :) Yeah I tend to spend around 10 minutes or more on the toilet, if I'm not suffering from constipation or diarrhea I usually poo every day which are normally firm poo's which are the ones that I find feel the best and are most satisfying. Good to talk to someone who also gets skidmarks and I'm glad your friend Lucy gets them too as it's something you both understand and help each other out with. So glad you don't get diarrhea, it's horrible and has caused me to poo myself a few times although I have done it a couple of times with just my normal poos, is that something that has happened to you? I'll share some stories of my poo accidents another time, I've also wet myself too ahaha, if you're interested in knowing about that checkout the comments to Imogen, it's quite amusing when I think out it lol Also have you ever suffered with piles? Something that I'm scared of when constipated lol


PN

Geology building

I was walking through the geology building at the university on the way to somewhere else and stopped into the small washroom which had one stall and one urinal. I went into the stall and fairly quickly and uneventfully pushed out a small log, without much sound, and peed a bit. I was just about to start wiping when I heard someone go into the adjacent women's room. You could hear pretty clearly between the two through the ventilation ducts. I could hear the stall door close and then my neighbour peeing for about 30 seconds, before going quiet for several minutes during which there was a bit of noise from people talking out in the hallway. After that quieted down, about five minutes after the beginning, I heard a clear and distinct fart, accompanied by a slight popping sound as if my neighbour was expelling a bit of solid along with the gas, although I figured she must have gotten most of it out earlier. She then farted two more times within the next minute. The third one was the longest, lasting a few seconds. Finally after a few more minutes of silence she farted one last time. Then a guy came in and used the urinal, and by the time he was finished and had washed his hands I heard the toilet paper roll turning next door, so I wiped myself and then left.


Imogen
Hi Hannah

I've had a few accidents myself,

One time I had a runny stomach and had an accident both ways literally in the hallway of the flat, about 5 seconds from the bathroom!! Another time, I slipped and fell over whilst running to have a wee!


To Evan

That was a great story. I missed the first of your stories so did you say that you get skid marks fairly often, and is it from a lack of wiping? And that weekend because you had no change of underwear, did you get skid marks. Keep going with the stories they are great!


Bianca

Comments To Brittany

To Brittany: Welcome to the site! I too, love farting openly, but I wouldn't fart in a contest enough to shart myself. If I really wanted to go for it, I'd rather do it in an adult diaper instead of my undies. I hope to hear from you soon.


Hope you are well,.? I have exactly the same issues as you, it's great that people are here to talk about it!
you say you go every day and spend about 10 mins? How does this all happen from urge to the time you!?
I'm 24 andI work in the city and i go every morning as soon as I get to work.. I get that weird feeling in my lower stomach rather then an actual need. how does your daily routine,
look forward to hearing from you all and have many work stories from both male and females in my office! Even from my time at uni!


Wednesday, May 23, 2018





Evan

Close call in the car

Hello! It's been a while since I last posted. Someone recently asked if I've had any accidents lately, and I have not. I did have a very close call recently though. My family and I took a short trip a few weeks ago to visit my grandparents. On the car ride there I really had to pee and I let a decent amount squirt into my underwear before we made it to a rest stop. Luckily I had in sweat pants so you couldn't tell but I was pretty damp for the rest of the car ride up. I was careful going to bed Friday and Saturday night that no one could see the large yellow patch on the front of my briefs. They have a very small house and there were a lot of us there so I felt really awkward pooping there so I just held it in for the weekend. On the way back I started to become more desperate as it had been 3 days since I had pooped. To make matters worse I forgot to pack underwear for the trip as we were in a rush to leave so I had been in the same white and grey stripped briefs from Friday evening to Sunday afternoon. We were a half hour out from the next rest stop when I had a pretty wet feeling fart, I was in the far back of the car and the windows were down so I didn't have to worry about the smell. By the time we were at the rest stop my poop was just barely pushes the seat of my briefs. I quickly rushed into a stall not even bothering to put paper on the seat and had my poop. It had been such a hard poop that there was no more than an average sized skid mark in the seat of my briefs and at this point the pee stain from Friday had faded away a little bit. I felt very relieved the whole ride home. Hope you enjoyed I'll try to post more often about some more pee and poop stories, I have a few older stories of accidents that I've had that I can share.

Babysitting

Hi Evan again, I'm not sure if I've mentioned it before but I do a lot of babysitting on the weekends to make some money. Anyway I was babysitting 2 boys 7 and 9 if I remember right. There parents were going out at around 5:45 and would be back at 11 I just had to order a pizza and get them to bed at 8:30-9, the only thing was that the younger one wets the bed and I had to help him get in his diaper, I don't rember the brand, before he got in bed. They were fine kids we played a board game had pizza and pretty soon it was time for bed. After they brushed their teeth I sent to 9 year old to bed and the younger brother tried to slide into his room too. I had to stop him and told him he has to change before bed. I told him that it was ok and that I used to wet the bed when I was little. I helped him put the diaper on as his parents had instructed me and noticed that his super hero briefs had a pretty big skid mark running up the back, I remembered that he had rushed to the bathroom and back very quickly during the board game and must have not wiped afterward. I put his clothes in the laundry basket and sent him to bed. The whole thing reminded me of when I used to wet the bed when I was little but I grew out of it when I was 7 or 8.


Simmee

Child care and bathrooms in public places

I'm doing regular child care for an 8-year-old girl. Her parents are divorcing and her mom has taken a 2nd job on weekends. Since it involves real estate and some out of town stuff, I'm basically with Merika from when I pick her up at her school on Friday afternoons until Sunday evenings. This summer Merika will be with me even more. I sleep over at their apartment, but we're gone much of the time. Although I'm twice as old as her, she can out-ride me and we're spending lots of time on our bikes. She's also on a softball team and has several games a week. The biggest problem Merika has is that she refuses to use the portable toilets which are at each of the ballfields or playgrounds her team has games at. She sees many of the other girls use them, but when she needs to wee or poo she continues to hold it. Then after a game she and I are scrambling to find her a bathroom she can use. Since I don't have my driver's license yet that means our transportation is limited to our bikes or taking the city bus or where we can walk. Yesterday we got about half way home and she was about to burst. At one intersection in a warehouse neighborhood, she said she couldn't hold it any longer. So on the side of a parked moving van, I spotted a curb with a sewer opening. I had her position herself carefully on the curb, and with her clothing down just enough to to prevent from getting wet, she got her pee going. It came out pretty fast and would have filled most of a 2 liter bottle. About 10 minutes later we cut through a public park where there was a normal bathroom. She couldn't wait to get onto the toilet where she did a pretty decent crap.


Adrian

Reply re Hannah

Hannah. Hi and welcome from me too. Thanks for sharing your story. Everybody's different but occasional bouts of diarrhea and constipation aren't unusual in themselves, not least of all because they can arise from a variety of perfectly natural causes. If, however, your symptoms are occuring regularly and impacting on your ability to lead a full life, I would advise getting checked out by your GP in order to rule out any serious underlying causes or at least ones of which you need to be aware. Based on your age I think it's unlikely that there is anything seriously wrong but it would probably be a wise move to get checked anyway. It may be, for example, that you've developed an intolerance to a certain food or foods. Much as I love cooked tomatoes I developed an intolerance to them around 1997 and I quickly discovered that I would have to avoid them if I didn't want to spend all day on the loo. All the best - let us know how you get on.


Hannah

Comments to Imogen and Abbie

Imogen - Hey, thanks for the welcome :) Yeah exactly the same happens to me ahaha never have any tissue either so have to do the old drip dry trick lol although like you I sometimes dribble a little anyway so by the time I've got round to weeing my knickers are slightly damp so not bothered if I've got nothing to wipe with lol. Would be nice to hear those stories about you wetting yourself, I've wet myself 4 times since I was 18, well 5 if I include the time I wet and pooed myself at the same time lol I'll go into more detail of that one another time as it's a long story but 3 of the 4 times have been after drinking, one of them being as I was opening my front door so not too bad as no one knew, same with the time I wet myself while sitting on the toilet ahaha, was bursting for a wee and had jeans on which I struggled to undo, I started leaking and couldn't stop! To prevent weeing all over the floor I threw myself on the loo and pissed my jeans ahaha, felt so weird but so good! Definitely satisfying having a desperate wee!! The other time is slightly more embarrassing as it happened in front of friends. Had been out in Brighton and was walking back up towards the train station, me and my friend Katie (there was 3 girls and 2 boys) was so desperate for the loo so we went to go down an alley way to wee but as I was in heels and struggling to walk because I was bursting I stumbled a little and lost control, wee just came pouring out. I wasn't even annoyed that it happened because it felt great letting it out ahaha, luckily I had a short navy coloured dress on so the wet patch didn't really show and I left my wet knickers in the bin ahaha that Katie was weeing behind while she laughed at what had just happened a bin so it was good to see the funny side of it, plus none of the others said anything when we returned so guessing they didn't notice it lol or maybe just being nice. Would love to hear some of your stories especially those of you wetting yourself, have you ever pooed yourself? I have ahaha, quite a few times if I'm honest, I'll share them soon along with the time I pissed and shit myself at the same time ahaha plus I'll go more into detail with stories as an when they happen, should be going out drinking at the weekend with it being bank holiday, fingers crossed I don't wet myself ahaha.

Abbie - Hey, thanks for the welcome :) Yeah I tend to spend around 10 minutes or more on the toilet, if I'm not suffering from constipation or diarrhea I usually poo every day which are normally firm poo's which are the ones that I find feel the best and are most satisfying. Good to talk to someone who also gets skidmarks and I'm glad your friend Lucy gets them too as it's something you both understand and help each other out with. So glad you don't get diarrhea, it's horrible and has caused me to poo myself a few times although I have done it a couple of times with just my normal poos, is that something that has happened to you? I'll share some stories of my poo accidents another time, I've also wet myself too ahaha, if you're interested in knowing about that checkout the comments to Imogen, it's quite amusing when I think out it lol Also have you ever suffered with piles? Something that I'm scared of when constipated lol


Benjamin

Carrie's constipation

When I was thirteen, Carrie and I set out for a weekend of camping in the woods. I brought along our old pop-up tent and Carrie brought a backpack of food and water, and several toilet paper rolls. As we walked, Carrie complained to me that she hadn't been able to poop in almost five days, so her stomach really hurt.

I stopped to pee in the grass at the side of the trail, and Carrie pulled down her pants and squatted to pee, as well. By the way she went still and scrunched up her face, I knew she was trying to push. Carrie strained for about thirty seconds, grunting softly, but finally let out a frustrated sigh and pulled up her pants again.

We finally stopped in a small clearing and I went about setting up our tent. Finished, we spread our sleeping bags inside and settled in for the evening, reading and playing games on Carrie's DS.

I needed to poop after a few hours and Carrie followed me outside. I found a large fallen tree and dropped my jeans, sitting on the log. I grunted, pushing hard, and felt a large turd slide out of my butt, dropping to the ground with a small thud. Carrie smiled. Another turd dropped into the grass after a second push, and I farted loudly. Another push sent a third poop into the grass and I farted again. I peed a little and let out a last, small fart and felt finished. I wiped and stood up.

Carrie unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down, sitting quickly on the log. A gush of pee soaked the ground under her and I could see the relief on her face. She peed for about thirty seconds and then grunted, leaning forward, gripping the log on either side of her.

She let out another strained grunt, her eyes squeezing shut as she pushed as hard as she could. After pushing for several seconds, her eyes opened and she let out her breath in a huff. Her mouth puckered again and she shut her eyes as she strained, but she soon let out another frustrated huff, unable to produce even a fart.

She pressed her hands into her belly as she leaned all the way over and grunted loudly. A soft hiss of a fart squeaked out, but she gasped as she couldn't hold her breath any longer. Looking up at me, she said, "My stomach hurts so bad, like I need to go diarrhea, but it's stuck, I can't push it out!" Her face was red and sweaty.

Unable to poop, she reluctantly stood up and pulled up her pants again. We returned to the tent, as it was getting quite dark now. I could hear her stomach gurgling as we lay down in our sleeping bags. She moaned softly, holding her stomach. She drank bottle after bottle of water to try and get things moving again.

Around midnight or so, I was awakened by Carrie crying in pain. Concerned, I looked over to see her bunched in a tight ball, her stomach gurgling audibly. "I feel really sick," she moaned, her sweaty face pulled in a grimace.

Suddenly, Carrie scrambled up and fumbled with the door, nearly tearing it as she opened it. I watched as she hunched over a few feet from the tent, her arms gripping her stomach, and retched. She retched again and threw up, not stopping for some time. Finally, she was only able to gag and dry-heave without bringing anything else up.

Staggering back to the tent, she collapsed on her sleeping bag and seemed to fall asleep near-instantly. I finally drifted off to sleep, too. In the morning, I woke to find Carrie still fast asleep, curled in her sleeping bag.

I really needed to pee, so I climbed out of the tent quietly and walked a few feet away. I let out a night's worth of pee, sighing in relief. "Ben?" I heard Carrie call weakly.

Finished, I turned to see her stumbling out of the tent. She grimaced in disgust as she saw the grass where she'd thrown up the night before. I could hear her stomach rumbling again. When I asked if she was hungry, her face paled a bit and she violently shook her head. Her hands were still clamped around her belly in pain.

She started for the fallen log. I followed as she dropped her sweatpants and sat on the log again. She gripped the log tightly and grunted loudly, gritting her eye and shutting her eyes. A moment later, she let out a loud moan as a tremendous splattering was heard. The seal had broken and now she was letting out five day's worth of loose poop.

She farted again and again as more poop poured out of her. She grunted and strained to push it all out, her face red and sweaty again. Her shaking fingers dug into the bark of the tree, tearing bits of it off.

Carrie pooped for nearly ten minutes without stopping, her face pulled in a grimace, her eyes screwed shut. Finally, she let out a very, very loud fart that echoed around the clearing and slumped forward in exhaustion. She panted for breath, wiping her face with the back of her hand. A few last farts spluttered out as she sat there recovering from her titanic dump.

"C- can you get me the toilet paper?" she gasped weakly. I hurried to fetch it for her, and when I came back, I found her having a very relieving pee, now that her poop was done. She took it and gingerly began to wipe her bottom, grimacing a bit. It probably stung.

She wiped at least ten times before she finally stood up and pulled up her pants again. Turning to look, her mouth dropped open with a shocked squeak. I looked and saw that Carrie had managed to cover nearly three or four feet around her completely in poop. With all the projectile pressure in her guts, I wasn't surprised.

The rest of our trip was very uneventful compared to the first day, and we returned home shortly. Carrie stopped along the trail to squat and push out three large turds, farting a few times, also letting out a long pee at the same time. I squatted beside her to push out two huge turds that made me grunt and strain, farting about five times. We finished and reached our houses, agreeing that it had been a nice trip, if difficult at first.

Man that is almost 30
At the age of 7 I watched a cool parade in my hometown. It happens in the first week of June. We went there and lined up lawn chairs as a family. Back then I was essentially a string bean with a pea sized bladder to match. My mom decided to dress me a young boy in a purple tank top, zumba-like patterned shorts that showed a 1/3 of my thighs, and floppy tennis shoes. When we sat down I drank two sodas in a short time. HUGE MISTAKE!!! There were no bathrooms availible for blocks and I was in no mood to look for one. Probably there were porta-potties there but I just didn't notice. It started out with me legs crossed wiggling my little feet then halfway through the parade I did not think I could hold it for another couple of hours. After marching tightly squeezing my chair handles like I was being tortured the parade ended. The drive home was hell, my bladder was stinging on fire, my bottom and legs changed positions every milisecond. The second we got home I ran to the toilet and peed. It was the first time I ever had to wait that long to use the restroom and I didn't fathum that it was possible for hold my urine like that.


John H

First unisex bathroom experience

Hi all
I have read several posts here on unisex bathrooms but recently only shared one as they are not very common in the area where I live.
I was heading to a public bathroom for a pee and there were footsteps in the hall behind me. It was only when I got into the toilet I realised the person behind me was female.
We said hi to each other before entering our respective stalls. There are only two stalls in this bathroom and I took the one on the left.
There is a thin dividing wall between the stalls which has an opening at the top and bottom so I knew I would be able to hear her and she would hear me.
I opened my zip as I heard the rustle of clothes from the other stall.
I started first with a strong stream that made a loud splash in the toilet. I would have liked to have waited for my neighbour to go first but I could easily hear her pee splashing into the toilet over the sound of my own.
Hers was splashing loud so I guessed that she was hovering over the toilet bole.
After 10 seconds her flow changed to a loud hiss and less pee was hitting the water now as it was mainly hitting the inside of the toilet bole. I do love this hissing pee sound that some ladies make and it sounded like she was pushing out a powerful and relieving pee. I was of course doing the same and I slightly redirected my pee stream away from the centre of the toilet in order to make less noise.
We continued to pee for around another 20 seconds and she finished just before me. I shook and zipped up and flushed the toilet. I left and she didn't come out behind me so perhaps she needed a poo or then again maybe not
Either way I enjoyed the experience and will be sure to use this particular bathroom again in future
Take care all
John H


Sunday, May 20, 2018


Blob

Weed clearing

The church that I went too had to have a new boiler fitted, the boiler house was accessed by a side gate at one end of the building and a path between the church and a tall boundary wall to a small square yard with the boiler house in it, this path was about two feet wide for most of its length and over grown with weeds and ivy, so me and my girlfriend were asked if we could clear it, so one Saturday this we did.
We started early in the morning and after about three hours I went to the corner across from the boiler house and peed on the wall. After we had had our lunch snack and drink, my girlfriend also peed in that corner. (nothing special about that)
As the day went on we built a bonfire in that corner and lit it, we finished the clearing by late afternoon but had to stay to burn all the rubbish, as the time went to early evening we drank a six pack of lager.
Around eight o'clock the fire was dying down and was mostly glowing ash, I said I think we can leave it now but before we do I need a pee, so I walked over to the ashes and peed on them.
My girlfriend said she too needed a pee and would like to try and pee on the last of the ashes but did not want to burn her bum. So I got her to stand facing the ashes, drop her jeans and knickers to her knees, stand with her feet as wide as she could, I knelt behind her and pulled the crotch of her things back through her legs out of the firing line and told her to lean back with her hips up and hold her pussy open and let rip.
This she did, from my view though her legs from behind I could see her jet of pee leave her pussy and hit the ashes, as her stream slowed the last drops dipped down and just mist her knickers and jeans, she asked if I had anything to wipe with, with that I put my hand though her legs and wiped her pussy with the back of it. She then pulled up her knicker and jeans and we went home.
I think I had a great view of her bum and pussy but I would of liked to have watched from the front as well.


Lorenz

Surprises to my 1st hour crap

I hate having to crap at school. I try to avoid it, but holding it until later in the day or after school is something I'm trying to get away from. So I got a pass out of my 1st hour class and went to the bathroom in our hallway. Six stalls, but without doors. Two of them were in use with guys seated, crapping away. I did notice however that both of them had a surprise coming. All of the toilet paper dispensers were out. Not even a few of the square-cuts on the floor below them. So I decided to walk two floors down to main because that bathroom is bigger with 3X the number of toilets and the janitors watch it more carefully for upkeep.

There were a couple of teachers and a principal in the hall. I was hoping they wouldn't ask me for my pass because the student handbook says we are to use the nearest bathroom. Nothing about pee on seats, toilets stopped up and the dumb pre-cut squares of toilet paper. So I entered the bathroom. All the urinals were available. One guy was on the toilet and he was working on his lap top. Instead of going farther down to the end of the line of toilets, I took the first one right to my left. No pee on the seat. Check. About half the toilet paper dispenser stacked with squares. Check. Clean bowl with a lot of streaks. OK with me. So I undid my belt, and dropped my jeans. I pulled off one square and wiped the left side of the seat. Then I pulled off another and wiped the right side. I didn't worry about the back because my skin rarely will touch that.

I took my seat. I was comfortable. No need for any adjustments. I got to thinking about my last crap. I remembered it was after school and my friend Florence was waiting for me. But I didn't remember if it was Monday or Tuesday. As I pushed what I figured was going to be a big one, I started to get wood. It was now over the seat cutoff so I tried to hold it down. Then it seemed like as the wide log was emerging, there was a lot of noise in the hallway. It was coming toward me. Then there must have been 30 boys who came hurrying in. They looked like 5th or 6th graders. They overtook the room. Several smirked as they walked by me. One smiled and gave me two thumbs up. Although most stood in lines for the urinals with their backs toward me, some turned their backs and sneaked a look or two. Luckily my crap cooperated, but I decided to wipe from my seat. It was a bit messy. I must have gone through 10 or so pieces of wiping paper. Because of my audience and the fact that it was growing, I wiped more rapidly than usual. Then rather than wait for them at the sinks, I just flushed and left without wiping. I was telling Florence about it at lunch. She said they were junior high kids coming up for an orientation for next year.
She was lucky because she hadn't used a school bathroom yet that day.


Brittany

Hello

Hello everybody, my name is Brittany ????, and I'm new to this site. I am 31 years old by the way. I'm actually very open about farting and pooping. I can openly fart in front of my friends, family, or co-workers (I'm a teacher), and not be embarrassed. Just today, I was having a conversation in the teacher's lounge, and this happened.

Me: *Loud fart*.
Co-worker: Brittany!
Me: *Laughing* I'm sorry. Chili give me gas.:
Co-worker: Then why did you eat so much?
Me: Because it's so good.

I've always been open about farting. As a teen, me and my older brothers would have farting contests Saturday nights whenever my parents went to bed. The winner was the one who sharted. It was very fun. We didn't throw our soiled underpants away though, we put them in a bag and hit them in my brothers' closest. Of course, that is how my mom found out about it.

We had just got in from school, and my mom had called us into the living room. I still remember everything she said to us about it.

"I'll like to know why I found you two's shit stained underwear along with Brittany's shit stained panties in you two's closest."

We ended up telling her, and she put a stop to it. She told us it was disgusting, and we were banned from having farting contests. She thinks I grew out of it, but I have farting contests with my husband now.

I got lots of stories to shart with y'all. See you soon!


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Benjamin it sounds like Carrie had a good poop.

To: Cassy great story about your adventurous poop.

To: Ellison I bet Mindy felt great after that big poop

To: Britany B great story it sounds like you both did a good number on that toilet.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Abbie

Update and some comments

Hi everyone, will update you after a few comments.
Jasmin K- great that you're posting again, I hope your new working hours mean that you start to find it easier to have a poo. My constipation isn't too bad at the moment but when I'm really suffering I get exactly the same thing as you described, when I strain my poo pokes out but then goes back up my bum as soon as I stop pushing. Whenever that happens (pretty much all the time when I'm constipated) I know I'll have to spend ages on the loo pushing really hard to get my poo to come, and its usually a really fat knobbly log when I finally manage to get it out.
Hannah- thanks for your comments, I hope you feel better reading some of the stories on here and that your IBS settles down, as I said I often get constipated but diarrhea isn't something I suffer from thankfully, I'm sorry to hear you get both. As you said I do get skidmarks in my knickers quite often due to my poo poking out, although it was alot worse when I was at school as I was pretty much permanently constipated back then, quite often I would end up holding my poo in and then it would poke out in my knickers on the way home. I was happy to go for a poo at school at lunch break but if the urge came on after lunch I would usually hold it because I didn't like to ask to use the loo in lessons, I always take at least 10 minutes to have a poo even when I'm not constipated and it would have been embarrassing being out of lessons for that long! For some reason I always have big solid poos which tend to be quite fat, when I'm not constipated I usually go for a poo every other day but even then it takes me quite a while to push it out. It makes me feel better to know you sometimes get skidmarks in your knickers too, luckily my best friend Lucy also gets constipated alot and she often gets skidmarks in her pants as well which makes it less awkward I guess. I know what you mean about having a relieving poo and it feeling good, when I'm not constipated and can really take my time on the loo (rather than having to sit there and grunt it out as I'm in a hurry!) it feels really great!! I hope you can post again soon with more stories!!
Anyway, after the bank holiday I seem to have nipped my constipation in the bud, today I'd been wanting a poo since just after lunch and went straight up to my room as soon as I got home, I was planning to wait for Lucy but she was still at work and I was just too desperate! I took off my blue dress and went into my ensuite just wearing my white bra and pink flowery knickers, I pulled my knickers down and sat on the loo, I really needed to have a wee as well so I relaxed and opened the floodgates and a strong stream came fizzing down into the bowl. As my stream eventually died away I felt my bumhole opening and a log making its way out, it started off quite quickly but then slowed down as it started to get fatter, I moaned slightly as I felt my belly contracting and without even making a conscious decision I started to push, I felt the log slide out a tiny bit at a time as I sat there making noises of relief, it felt so good to just sit there and relax and let it come. After a few harder pushes (and some grunts!) I felt that the widest part was through and sure enough the log started to speed up, soon after it splooshed down into the water and before I knew what was happening another couple of logs dropped and made loud plops as they landed! I immediately felt empty so I wiped my bottom, pulled up my knickers and flushed, before washing my hands and going back into my room. I hope you enjoyed this story, will try to post again soon, bye for now!!


Imogen

To Hannah

Hi Hannah

Welcome to the site! Thanks for your comments. I've had loads of times on a night out where I've had to have a wee ha. The alcohol just goes right to my bladder! Often I need to stop and squat behind a bush on the way home! I have been desperate loads of times and sometimes if I'm really desperate I'll leak a bit. And I have to admit I've wet myself a couple of times.

Please do tell your stories, I'm quite sure that we'll have a bit in common haha.


michael

perfect poo

hi i am michael just been for a good poo i hadnt been since yesterday and tonight i got the feeling i needed to go so i sat down on then toilet i pushed and it started to come out slowly and hurt then when my hole adjusted to the size it just bumped it way through and felt very good the log dropped in to the water gently , i got up to wipe and was surprised how big it was arond 10 inches and sticking up out the water slightly i wiped and the paper was clean result !!



Friday, May 18, 2018


Zip

I'm a front wiper too, K

K - Like you, I also wipe from the front. I cup and lift my balls and penis out of the way and wipe towards the front. It does seem to provide easy access and I clean up quite well. I learned to do that by walking in on a college aged guy who was wiping like that at a gas station restroom. I was intrigued, so I figured I'd try it. I do also finish my cleanup by standing up to wipe once or twice. I just lean forward at the waist and pull open my left cheek while wiping with my right hand. Seems to work best for me. I have at least 3 friends who wipe while standing, but I don't know about front wipers.

One buddy of mine actually enjoys talking to me when I take a dump, so he's seen me wipe several times. Another buddy of mine inadvertently saw me dumping because he was talking to me when I really had to go, and so I just dropped a deuce with the door open so we could continue the conversation.


Hannah

New Here with Comments to Jasmin K, Abbie, Natasha & Imogen

Hi all, I'm Hannah 22 and from England. New to this page after searching Google for things related to IBS. Glad to see there is a page full of people that are open about bodily functions, certainly makes it easier for me because I'm sure relatively shy about pooing and peeing especially now I believe I might have IBS as I can often get bouts of diarrhea and constipation. Will post some stories as and when as well as some previous experiences including some embarrassing and messy ones lol might as well be honest ahaha

Been browsing a few recent pages and thought I was make a few comments to some members…

Jasmin K - Hi, Shame to see you also suffer from constipation, the description of the poo you had is too familiar for me, knobbly ones that hurt your bum when they come out are the worst! And eww the wet farts, hate those! Sometimes I haven't made it to the toilet with those wet farts thinking it was just normal farts, there so weird to explain the feeling. Hope you don't mind me asking a few questions…. Do you get constipated much? I get it once or twice a month and often get diarrhea afterwards, is that something that happens to you?

Abbie - Hi, also see you suffer from constipation. Know how bad it can trying to push out a really hard poo, can be so painful at times! Shame to hear out you getting skidmarks in knickers too, I have had that happen to me a few times when constipated as the poo just pokes out but it seems you suffer with it quite regularly. I mainly get skidmarks from bouts of diarrhea but I'll get onto that another time ahaha believe I've got some form of IBS so can range from constipation to diarrhea but nervous about going doctors :/

Natasha - Hi, was just wondering where you got that Squatty Potty from? Sounds like it could help me if it's helping out with your constipation. Do you get constipated much and if so do you get diarrhea afterwards? Also it sounds like your friend Kayleigh had a good poo lol, I'll be honest I do love the feeling of having a very relieving poo so not surprised she said it felt so great lol, hope I'm not the only one who gets that feeling?

Imogen - Sounds like a very relieving pee you had, been in that situation a few times especially on a night out ahaha, sure you know what it's like lol Even though you got caught peeing at least you didn't wet yourself! Been there, done that as they say. Will post a few stories on that in the near future if you're interested in hearing lol


Bianca

My Day

Hi everyone. I didn't do much pooping today, but only a little less than usual. I peed a bit this morning, and throughout the day as usual. Sometimes I go during industrial arts, but not today. I excitedly rode the elevator up to the second floor for keyboarding (tapping my cane inside, and trembling slightly while at the water fountain as the excitement wore off), and asked to pee near the end even though I didn't need too. My poop came out after my HPM (home and personal management) class. My poops are probably less frequent, because I don't eat as much here at school. I'm glad my travelers constipation cleared up. By the way it wasn't really that I couldn't go at first, but that I never had the urge. I also have a roomate. Her name is Latasha, and she uses spray in the bathroom that smells like lemon. I had the strangest toilet experience one day, too. While in an old public bathroom that had about 3 stalls or so, 1 of the toilets flushed when the water came on in the sink. Anyone heard of this?


Benjamin

Carrie and I pooped in a tree-house

When we were eleven, Carrie and I stayed for a few days in her tree-house at the edge of her property. It was hidden from the house by a line of thick evergreen trees, so no one could see us. I'd never been up here before. We brought up plenty of food and water, as well as sleeping bags and pillows.

It was due to rain that night, but fortunately the tree-house was fully enclosed (it even had glass windows), so we'd be fine. We climbed the steps (not a ladder; it was a nice place) up to the door and opened it. Carrie headed for the snacks and began eating a small bag of chips. I'd been needing to poop all day and told Carrie this.

She smiled and pointed to a large plastic trash can in the corner of the room. "Go in there, we can dump it out the window when you're done!"

My stomach hurt a little and I really needed to go. I walked over to the trash can and pulled down my shorts. I sat on the can, my bottom fitting nicely into the can. Carrie giggled to see me sitting there bare-bottomed, my shorts at my ankles.

A loud fart echoed in the can and she laughed. I leaned forward slightly and grunted as I started to push. A soft crackling started as a large turd slid out of my butt and finally dropped with a *thunk* on the bottom of the trash can. I farted again.

Another push made a second, harder turd slowly slide out, and I grimaced as I pushed it out with a grunt. It fell into the can with a heavy thud. A third fart blasted the can loudly and we both laughed. Another, smaller turd quickly dropped into the can with a little splat. Finally, I farted and then pushed out a huge turd into the can, grunting and straining. It was long and thick and I had to push for several seconds to force it all out. It fell in with a loud *thunk*, and I sighed in relief. I pushed once more and only farted softly.

Carrie passed me a roll of toilet paper and I wiped my butt, dropping the used paper into the trash can. Standing up, I pulled my shorts back up. Carrie showed me a large bottle of hand soap she had and I scrubbed my hands clean.

Carrie picked up the trash can and dumped it out the open window. My poop fell into a small pit she had dug in the ground under the window, with a loud series of thuds. My stomach felt okay now. Grinning at me, Carrie suddenly pulled up her summer dress and dropped her panties to her knees. She hopped up on the windowsill; soon I heard a loud hissing as she started peeing. She closed her eyes and sighed.

A loud fart made her eyes fly open and she laughed. "Oops! That slipped out!" I laughed too.

Her pee stopped and she got down, not bothering to wipe herself.

Night was falling now and it getting windy as the storm approached. Carrie and I played Monopoly against each other, but with only two players, it wasn't as fun. Oh well. By the time we'd finished, it had started to rain heavily, pounding on the wooden roof (with a plastic tarp tacked onto it for good measure).

Near bedtime, I walked to the window, opened it, and stuck my penis out. Carrie watched with interest as I took a long pee out the window, letting out a day's worth of a ton of water. I finished and zipped up my shorts, closing the window again.

Soon afterward, we both crawled into our sleeping bags and were asleep in minutes.

The next morning, we ate breakfast and Carrie took a quick pee in the trash can. She left it sitting there, saying we really only needed to empty it after pooping. I agreed.

We spent the day exploring in the woods behind our houses (we lived next door to each other). Carrie, who'd been drinking a lot of water, stopped to squat and pee near a dry creek-bed. She peed for nearly a whole minute, sighing in relief as she finished.

We returned to the tree-house to eat lunch and then set off exploring again. By now, I was starting to need another poop and we stopped near a large fallen tree big enough to sit on. I gratefully hurried over to it and dropped my shorts. Plonking my bare butt onto the log, I let out a loud, long fart which echoed around the silent woods. Carrie burst out laughing and I joined in, a bit embarrassed.

I started pushing, grimacing and grunting. It was a hard one; my stomach felt hard and full, so I knew it would be hard work. I took a breath and then strained, gripping the log tightly. Another strained-sounding fart burst out and I kept pushing. Slowly, painfully, my butt stretched open and a huge, dry turd started forcing its way out.

I was gritting my teeth and grimacing, knowing my face was bright red from straining. I let out my breath and felt it go back in. Dammit. Taking another deep breath, I leaned forward and strained again, a bit of pee squirting out as I pushed. Again, slowly and painfully, my butt was stretched open and the monster turd started sliding out. I didn't let up the pressure, even using my hands to press on my hard stomach.

I nearly cried as the horribly thick turd slid agonizingly out of my bottom. It took me nearly five minutes to push it out, as I needed breaks to catch my breath. Finally, I groaned loudly as, with a painful spasm, my butt expelled the huge turd. It dropped to the ground with a very heavy thud.

I sat there, grimacing in pain, my hands balled into fists at my sides. I groaned again as I felt another poop slowly slide into position and knew I had to do it again. So, after a moment to gather my strength, I leaned forward again and grunted loudly, pushing hard.

The second turd was just as big. I could felt tears running down my cheeks as I strained as hard as I could, trying to force this monster out of my bottom. Slowly, like the first one, I began to force it out, my fingernails digging into the dry bark of the tree I sat on.

This one slid out in two minutes, and I only needed to push three or four times. Finally, my stomach was mercifully empty and I sat there, shaking and breathing hard after my awful poop. I'd pooped easily enough the night before; I couldn't understand why I'd had such trouble now.

Looking behind me, I actually stopped breathing as I saw the size of my enormous dump. Two very thick turds, maybe three inches thick or more wide and both about a foot long, lay in the dirt under my bottom. Carrie took a look and squealed when she saw them. She looked at me sympathetically.

"Oowwie, that looked really painful!" she said, squeezing my hand. I could only nod weakly. "If it makes you feel better, I'm constipated; I haven't pooped in four or five days. It'll be awful." She rubbed her stomach, a look of concern on her face.

We headed back to the tree-house about an hour later and ate dinner. Carrie was looking very uncomfortable now and she kept rubbing her belly, as though it hurt her. Finally, she stood up, biting her lip as she looked at the trash can in the corner.

"I have to poop really badly, I can feel it. But it's gonna hurt sooo bad!"

She reluctantly headed for the trash-can toilet and hiked up her dress again and dropped her panties. Sitting on the plastic trash can, she looked apprehensive and worried. I squeezed her hands comfortingly. She sat there for a few moments, not doing anything, and then, gritting her teeth, started to grunt.

She grunted and strained for almost a minute without result, before stopping and gasping for breath, her face red. She sat on the can, breathing heavily, and then sucked in her breath and grunted very loudly, her shaking hands squeezing into fists at her sides. Her face looked like a tomato now, bright red, and very sweaty.

Very slowly, I started to hear a crackling sound as it started to finally slide out of her tortured bottom. Carrie started crying. I got down beside her and held her as she grunted and strained. Her sobbing intensified as the crackling started again, her toes scraping against the wooden floor.

She stopped and slumped forward, gasping for breath. "I- I can't! I can't do it! I can't poop!" She dissolved into tears again.

"Try to squat. That might help," I suggested.

Grimacing in severe pain, Carrie stood up and I winced to see a very thick turd just barely poking out between her butt cheeks. It was stuck; her stomach must have hurt so badly.

She waddled a few steps forward with her pants at her ankles and squatted on the wooden floor. She took a few steadying breaths, looking at me, and then closed her eyes and grunted, her stomach contracting.

I saw a thin stream of pee spatter on the floor between her legs for a few seconds, but it cut off quickly. Her face pulled tight in a grimace, Carrie groaned in pain as the crackling started again. Her stomach kept contracting as she pushed harder and harder. I looked behind her and saw the extremely thick turd nearly on the floor, hanging just above it.

Carries gasped again, breathing loudly for a few seconds, and then bore down again, her hands pressed hard against her stomach to help herself poop. The crackling started again, a bit louder, and I watched her massive turd inch down onto the floor and then break off, hitting the floor with a big thud.

Carrie was nowhere near finished, I could tell. Her second turd started right after the first, and it slowly emerged to the sounds of her pained grunting. It stretched to the floor, too, and broke off with a thud. Another turd started to slide out, as thick as the other two. I wondered how much poop she had stored inside her. Guess we'd find out...

This one seemed easier and slid out in under a minute. Right after this, Carrie began farting loudly, one after another. She farted nonstop for almost thirty seconds, finally letting out a ten-second long fart at the end. I watched her stomach visibly deflate as she let out all that pent-up gas. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, a blissful look of pure relief on her face.

Finally, she let out a squeak of a fart and dropped a last, little turd onto her massive pile. Her breath hissed out in a long, drawn-out sigh of relief, now that she was finally finished. Feeling that Carrie wasn't exactly physically capable of moving right now, I used wads of toilet paper to pick up each of her poops and toss them out the window, where they landed in the pit with very loud, heavy thuds. I looked at the floor where her poop had been and saw it was wet and stained brown. Yuck.

Instead of standing up, Carrie simply keeled over to the side and fell onto her sleeping bag with a soft moan, her arms still around her poor stomach. I could see her bottom needed heavy wiping and, after hesitating for a moment, grabbed the toilet paper again and started gently wiping her butt, careful to get between her crack and clean everything up. She sighed and gave me a look that clearly said, "thanks". I finished wiping her and tossed the paper out the window.

Carrie fell asleep almost instantly, so exhausted was she by her ordeal. I lay down next to her and my eyes, too, drooped before long.

The next morning, Carrie tottered to the trash can and squatted over it, her morning pee raining loudly into it. I simply peed out the window, Carrie watching me tiredly. She farted softly twice, but didn't even try to poop. Getting off the can, she came over to me and hugged me tightly from behind.

"Thanks for everything last night. I couldn't even wipe my butt! I was sooo tired," she mumbled into my hair. I awkwardly patted the side of her head.

We returned home later that day, both happy and very, very relieved.


Wednesday, May 16, 2018


Cassy

close call


I came so close to getting busted pooping. I had been stuck in this traffic jam for miles on the interstate and in sheer desperation I pulled over to the shoulder next to a gap in the crash barrier. I got out of the car and slipped between the barriers where the storm water drain goes through. On the other side the drain went into a grate, I undid my jeans slip them down and squatted right over the grate, my panties were still clean amazingly . I had been sitting on this poo for over an hour and it had already started poking out as soon as I squatted, I released my clenched butt cheeks a thick, firm and massive poo started snaking out of me towards the grate. I pushed on it a little and could feel it moving, I was in total bliss it felt so good releasing this monster poo. It was then I heard this police radio, I froze, couldn't get up the poo was still coming out of my bum, I tried to cut it off but it was solid and it held my hole wide open. I couldn't even get it to break off, it just hung under me like a tail. I thought any second now the officer is going to come around the barrier, I heard his boot steps he was right there only feet from me "any second" I though. He stopped at the front of my car I could see his shadow on the barrier gap. Then the sound of paper being torn off, footsteps walking away, a car door slam and the police radio sound vanished as the car drove off. I breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed and pushed against my poo, a wee hissed out of me then my poo slowly started to move again, it felt so good coming out, it was thick and hard but it wasn't hurting thou, 4 days worth slowly sliding out in one continuously growing rope. My poo became thinner towards the end to a point as the last of it left my bum. I held my bum open after it left me having a little push just to make sure it was done. I then felt around in my purse for some tissues to wipe with.
I wiped my pussy twice till I felt dry then my bum 4 times from the rear till the paper looked clean in the half light that peaked over the barrier. I pulled up my panties and jeans and stepped back through the gap in the barrier to find a yellow surprise waiting on my windshield, parking in a clearway

Cassy


Victoria B.

Quick update

Hey!

It's been awhile, but I'm happy to say that all is well and that I graduated with degrees in English and philosophy! I'm leaving my sleepy college town for graduate school in the big city this fall and I can't wait.

I managed to plug up a toilet in my graduation robes (bless) but I've got a different story to tell, once I sort out some feelings. Helping a constipated friend turned into something else, something I wasn't ready for at first. I'll tell the whole story soon!

Love,
Victoria


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Ellison

Mindy's Memory

Back in the '90s me and Mindy were best friends. We lived close to one another, had many of the same interests, and we were kind of adventurous. Mindy and I still live in the same city and we bump into one another pretty regularly. If we don't have our children with us, sometimes we'll go out for a drink or two. So last week I was at Wal-Mart. I reached high for the cheapest toilet tissue which was in, I guess, 16 roll packs. I grabbed for one pack, I think at least four packs fell. As that was happening I heard a "Hey El--I thought you improved your agility...." and I immediately knew it was Mindy. She grabbed two of the huge packs and tossed them up onto the display with no problem. I was amazed. Mindy just loves to show me up! Just like years ago when we lived for our bikes, swimming and checking out cute guys! Mindy, who had just left the bar after a few happy hour drinks, had stopped at Wal-Mart to use the bathroom. She said the drinks go right through her and when she pissed like a race horse at the bar, her three-day shit wouldn't budge. Now she said I would be responsible if it ended up on her pants. She works for a big corporation, has very nice suits, and I told her she should continue her journey down the long aisle to the bathroom. She insisted that I come with her and keep her company. I was intrigued enough to say yes.

Mindy picked up her gait once she saw the restroom sign hanging from the ceiling. She walked into the 6-staller. All were available. She took the middle one. Dropped her clothing and was on the seat in about 5 seconds. She said I might have to get her a suppository because she was clogged and it wouldn't come out. I tried to encourage her. She said she way getting kind of woozy--something she said some of the frat boys in college sought by buying her lots of drinks. I offered to drive her the rest of the way home. Then as she sat, she started to rattle off a series of experiences that I had back in our school days. The time I had to drive off the road and around parking logs at a park when we both had to pee about midnight but were scared to walk too far in the dark to the toilet building. The time we were at a carnival and she and I were in adjacent portable potties with latches that didn't do their job. So while we sat this old drunken guy kept opening the door and calling for some half-obscene name. And there were a number of times when I didn't check for toilet paper first and she was the only person available to bail me out. Her memory was incredible but as she recalled these things I could hear a series of splashes into the bowl. She kept talking as she stood up for a moment, re-seated herself and while she widened her legs and mightily pushed, her biggest grogan emerged.

It took her three flushes to get it all down. While she was cleaning herself I took the toilet next to her for a quick pee. As I did, she had to show me up again but reminding me of the astrological sign tattoo I have 1/2" below my belly button. Such a memory! Then we went to another lounge where she continued to remind me of all these things we did 20 and 25 years ago.




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