(A bit about my girlfriend before I start she has red hair to a bit above her hips and she is 5ft6)My girlfriend was staying at my place for the weekend while her parents were on an anniversary trip.when she got here we watched some movies and had some dinner. Around 9:00 she started looking uncomfortable and I asked her if she was ok .she said she hadn't poop since last week. I started rubbing and massaging her belly for 30 minutes around 10:00 she said she thinks she might be able to poop now. I led her to the bathroom and she sat down on the toilet and took her shorts and shirt off so she was just left with her bra and under wear at her ankles . She had her legs spread really far apart so I could see her poop coming out .her toes were digging into the floor and she was leaning forward with her elbows on her knees and face in her hands .i sat in front of her on the floor massaging her stomach . She was grunting and straining really hard . After about 20 minutes of that her poop was finally starting to poke out about 1 inch. I kept encouraging her . She started to push really hard " UGHHHHHHHHHHGHHGGG AHHHHHHHHHH " she got another inch out and took a secend to breathe but it got sucked in all the way and had to start again . I was holding her hands now and her face was bright red . We decided to take a break and take a shower together ( a hot shower since those help sometimes ) while in the shower we cuddled and I was massaging her stomach for her . Then she farted really loudly and got and grabbed a towel and head staright for the toilet . I turned the shower off and put my underwear and shirt on and sat in front of her massaging her stomach." AhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH UGHHHHHHHHHH NGGGGGGGGGGGG" she got about 4 inches out . It was 3 inches wide and all knobbly like a bunch of little poops connected together . I keep on wn encouraging her some more and rubbing her belly. This time she bore down NGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH " keep pushing , don't stop , you can do it " I kept saying .she had about 8 inches out now and I told her to keep pushing a bit more in case it slid back in . GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR NGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGFFGF UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH .she has 10 inches out now .she was stretching her bottom apart with her hands now . It was about 11:30 now . Again she started straining IGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH . And now she was kind of standing up a bit when I had an idea . I grabbed some gloves from under my bathroom sink and told her to stand up facing the toilet and pull her bottom apart . I told her to push as hard as she could while I grab her log and pull it softly . She quickly agreeded and bore down . UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG ARJGGGGGGGHHGGHHHGGGGG . Now there was about15 inches out and it was starting to turn a bit green . She sat in the toilet and pushed really hard and she fattest part of 5 inches has defiantly passed as it started getting really smooth, soft , and green and I fell with a huge plunk . After that I wiped for her and I changed her out of her old underwear and bra into new underwear and bra and put her dirty clothes in the washing machine . Then I led her to bed where she laid on top of me . She fell asleep right away . The next morning I woke up at about 10:00 am and found her on the toilet with a magazine saying she had a stomache ache . I asked if she was constipated again but she said it was all mushy or liquid and coming out easily . I asked how long she had been pooping this morning and she said since 8:45 . I hopped into the shower for 15 minutes and she was still pooping . Now I was starting to need a poo and this was the only bathroom in the house . I told her this and she got up and said to get on and shove as far back as possible so I did and then she got another magazine and sat on the toilet too I massages her stomach while she read . I did 2 12 inch logs each one 2 inches wide . But stayed seated with Ashlyn . She spent the rest of the weekend in the bathroom . I stayed with her the whole time though .


Strange way to have a poo

Hey all

Today I did a rather unsual poo. So I went into our bathroom which is rather small, i grabbed tons of tp and put it on the floor to cover the tiles. So first of all i had to pee so did this in the toilet. Now to the poo, I squatted over the tp i laid out and started pushing and felt a small turd pop out, I stood up to make sure that I'm pooing directly on to the tp and not the tiles. I squatted again and felt a big turd pop out and it kept on coming, after two minutes i was done and stood up and looked at a huge pile of shit that i just produced, the smell was arousing. I then sat on the toilet staring at my master piece, and then wiped myself and then grabbed the poo and tossed it in the toilet . I had fun doing this and will definitely be doing this again.

See ya


about bidet

Sorry everyone, your very own Mina is bad condition, so can't write so much. But I want to answer to Jenny about bidet. Is it same with washlet? In Japan many loo have washlet, we can wash our bottom or woman part with shower from washlet. I and my friends say that a washlet is very wonderful! It cleans perfectly, especially it cleans bottom well. Sometimes after we use washlet, our bottom is perfectly clean. And it is useful for period too. But I and my friends put it to weak power when we are period.

Love to everyone.

Your very own Mina

Uncle Harry

To Wilden

Wow,. What a great story. I never saw one like that. I have a suggestion. Carry a male and female urinal in your car. The female has two flaps that fit snugly over the vagina and hold in the urine. I carry both. You never know when you might need them.


Pooped my pants on the Trolly.

Hi everyone, Yesterday afternoon heading into town I took the Trolly into town. There are no Bathrooms at any of the Subway Stations. I felt the need to Poop. On the ride I was standing up, I let go a little to relieve some Pressure (got a little bit Lazy) and emptied the entire load into my pants! I couldn't believe how much it was, a big giant load in my pants. I got off in town and figured I'd walk to Starbucks and maybe clean up a bit. Anyways when I got to there bathroom, I looked in the Mirror! I had a big brown staining bulge on the back of my pants (no use to clean up and stink up their bathroom). Downtown, was somewhat crowded. I had to walk through town like that to catch the Trolly home. I felt both embarrassed and ashamed as I walked into the Subway station. I was nervous, but I tried to stay calm, telling myself that it will be OK and that accidents happen. I stood in the middle of full a Trolly. I just stared at the floor completely aware that anyone could see me or smell me What was I to do? but wait for my stop about 20 minutes away. For the most part the people around me were pretty polite. I just overheard a couple of people say that "he shit in his pants". That's to be expected I guess. I just told myself it happens sometimes and to try not to be to ashamed. It was so embarrassing to be on the crowded Trolly with poop in my pants though. I got off about a mile early and walked to my car.
Very Embarrassing!
Has anything like this ever happened to any of you? Thanks, I'd appreciate the support.

Pete The Poop

clogged toilet

grace great story did U get any comments from the lady who replaced U?

I have clogged a unisex before. Wasn't sure it was me or the previous occupant with paper or a hidden clogger but when I flushed it all rose to the top. Mine was a decent poop but I didn't expect it to clog. No plunger so I simply had to leave it and apologise to the 40yr old lady waiting?

Vera S.

New to the Crew

Hi everyone. My name is Vera, and I've been doing a fair bit of browsing around here so I figured I'd join in on the posting.

I'm 18, about 5'10", slim build, have dark blonde hair with a tint of red to it, and some small curves.

One of the biggest things I've been surprised by while reading here is the amount of confidence some of you have peeing and pooping around other people. When it comes to going in public, I freeze up and absolutely can't go unless the bathroom is empty or I'm somewhere else completely alone. The idea of someone hearing me let out a big crackly poo is mortifying, especially if they see me when I leave the stall. I wish I had the confidence to just let go and do my business when other people are around like some of you all can. If I ever had the confidence, I'd love to try having a poo in a communal bathroom with a friendly stranger.

I'll see you all around and hopefully come up with some fun stories myself.

Just Jerika

What has happened to privacy?

Last weekend me and my boyfriend Hernandez visited the beach for the first time this season. It was a hot steamy day. The place was pretty crowded. I was eager to wear my new two-piece swimsuit. I tried to take my crap before we left our apartment, but he wanted to get going. Sometimes he can be insensitive to my needs, but I went along with it and got in the car. Within an hour of our arrival and our first trip into the water, my poop was knocking. Hernandez pointed out toilet buildings about three blocks on each side of our claimed space. I started my walk to the one to the left. Being shorter than most my age, and a few pounds overweight, I found getting traction in the sand to be tough. The activity only made getting onto the toilet more urgent. Walking extra distance around various camp sites didn't help either. I remember momentarily thinking about borrowing one of the towels I was stepping over to wipe the sweat off me. It was getting into my eyes and they were getting sore.

Finally I got to the block building. My feet felt relieved to be on the slick concrete in front of the doorway. I entered hoping the wait wasn't going to be long. There were six toilets. Each was separated by a concrete block wall. Three feet high at the most. No privacy doors. Each of the toilets was taken. One had a little girl on it swinging her feet while holding on to the front of the seat with her hands. The next had a girl my age in a black swimsuit who was picking the sand from her toes as she sat. Then I spied my salvation. The seat was up and I dropped it, dropped my bottom, and threw my butt onto the black plastic.

As the first of my poop was slowly inching out, I heard a woman walking in, her phone ring, and her telling her boy about 5 or 6 to wait for the next toilet for his wee-wee. She walked outside and all of us could hear her conversation become more heated. The boy walked to every toilet. All were in use. But then he stopped in front of me.
He asked my name. I told him and he kind of laughed as he continued to stare at me. He asked if I was weeing or pooing. When I told him I also suggested it might be a while and he should wait at the entrance and give me some space. Then he asked why? I didn't want to encourage conversation and any more attention. So I started to stare at the floor between my legs. I'm sure he heard a couple of heavy plops into the stool. Then still standing there he asked if I knew his mom? That angered me because I knew he should be outside waiting for her and be supervised by her.

I was done but was waiting for his mother to come back. By standing and wiping I would just be giving him more of a show. On the other side of me, the toilet flushed and the lady left. I used my thumb to direct him to that toilet. But he just smiled and stood there in front of me. So I just decided to cut the presentation time and I fumbled a bit as I wiped from my seat. I pulled up my bottom and hurriedly flushed and brushed by him. In doing so I called him a creep or a little creep. I forget which. I didn't wash my hands and quickly got to the entryway where I saw the bright sunlight. His mom was standing there, smoking a cigarette and laughing away. And that came at the expense of my privacy.

I have a question that maybe some of the females can answer. I've been around plenty of chicks in my time who had no problem pissing in my presence but when it comes to number 2 its a different story. Some of these same individuals would even talk about their poop/etc. I mean, you assume the same position to shit as you would to be pee, the same areas of the body are exposed when one shits and pisses. Just wondering why this is.

Well, must say it's great to read so many stories from such open minded folk. I used to be shy about toilet's a generation thing, but as I've got older...probably from early teens on to middle age, I wonder why now, as it's perfectly natural, and everyone does it.

After writing about my school/swimming pool experience with my class mate, reminded me of one or two other swimming pool experiences. I was part of a group that wasn't in to sport, but did like swimming, and in the school holidays a small group of us boys would meet up and have a swimming session once a week or so. This was all when we were 12-13 year olds. Around that age, I still had an unfortunate tendancy to be constipated, so got in to the habit, of probably about once a week, of taking a mild laxative, so I could have a really good 'clear out'. They were natural 'senakot'tablets...they were supposed to be mild, but could have a really explosive effect, especially after being really clogged up.

Well, one week in a holiday, can't remember which now, I'd taken a couple of tablets at bedtime, knowing they would work the next morning. It also happened to be the morning that I'd arranged to go swimming with Neal and Lee. I had a few mild poo pains while I was having breakfast, and tried to go to the toilet straight after, but only managed to pass a few 'rabbit droppings' and fart a bit. I gave up, and set off on the mile or so walk to the pool. I met my mates about half way...Lee mentioned that he nearly didn't come, as he'd had really bad diarrhoea that morning, but otherwise felt ok, so he decided to come anyway.

I said that in some ways he was lucky to have had been able to get rid of his poop so easily, and told him how I was clogged up and had taken a laxative.I will add, by the age I was then, I'd started to overcome my 'toilet habit shyness' and actually found other folks experiences quite interesting.

As we carried on walking, I suddenly felt a pain in my belly, and a sudden pressure in my bottom...I mentioned that my laxative had suddenly kicked in, and we'd need to walk a bit quicker, as I was now dying to go to the toilet. As we got to the pool, I was feeling really desperate, feeling a bit sick, and starting to sweat. Lee also mentioned that when we got to the pool, he needed to sit on the toilet before we went in the water....he knew he was going to do some more diarrhoea...

We paid for our tickets and headed for the changing rooms...the public changing rooms were a much more civilised affair than the group changing room that we had to use as a school group that I mentioned before, and gave everyone privacy...separate changing cubicles with a curtain...our clothes went in to a basket that was handed over a counter to an attendant, in exchange for a coloured, numbered armband. I don't think I've ever got changed quicker...I desperately wanted to fart, but was worried I'd poop by accident. I came out of my cubicle at the same time as Lee, who was also looking a bit anxious. We handed our clothes over, and both rushed to the toilets. Neal knew we were both desperate, and said he'd wait for us before going to the pool. I mentioned before that they were just 3 stalls in the male changing area...the one nearest the wall was taken, I headed straight to the first one, and Lee went in the middle, next to me. The end occupant flushed and left at that time.

I pulled my shorts down, and sat down heavily. The toilets were quite unusual that they didn't have hinged seats, but had two pieces of curved, polished wood on each side of the pan rim....don't know why, but guess they were better to sit on than a plastic seat, if you had to go and sit on the toilet, soaking wet, straight from the pool. They also had concealed cisterns, and the wall was a long way back from the back of the pan, so nothing to relax and lean back on either.

As soon as I sat down, I just relaxed my bottom, and felt a few squirts of watery poop come just came without any pushing. This was closely followed by some really well lubricated hard lumps, a pause, then an explosive fart, and a torrent of mushy, wet poop exploding in the toilet. I remember looking down between my legs to look at my 'production' and noticing that Lee's shorts were just visible on the floor...he'd taken them right off, and dropping them on the floor, they had come part way in to my stall. Lee incidentally laughed at the sound of my 'explosion, and commented that I must feel really better after that. I did as well :). I apologised for the smell which was really strong, and must have reached him.

Meanwhile, I was wondering why Lee had taken his shorts right off. Curiousity got the better of me, and I was just able to see under the gap and see that his left foot were facing the wall...he was obviously sitting on the toilet in reverse. I could hear him straining slightly, and hear the sound of bubbly, crackly,wet farts, but didn't hear any plops...
I wasn't sure whether to mention the next part, but know admin will delete if inappropriate, but found what I could hear next, was in fact quite normal for teenage boys to do....and a good reason why. I could hear that Lee was breathing quite fast, and could hear little noises that made me think Lee was giving himself 'hand relief'. I was a little shocked, and curious at the same time. By now, I was pretty sure I'd finished pooping, and started to wipe. I asked Lee if he was ok, and nearly finished...he replied quite quietly...yes...almost...

I was finishing wiping, and could hear Lee was now doing the same...His shorts disappeared off the floor, and we both flushed and came out of our stalls at about the same time.

I looked at Lee, who was looking a little embarrassed...I said...'were know....'He went bright red, and nodded. I asked why he did it then....he replied that his swimming shorts were very tight, and he was worried that the sight of girls in the pool might 'make him show' which would be really embarrassing, and by relieving himself first might stop that happening for a while. I actually realised that was a great idea, and would do the same in the future myself, and found out that many other boys did too. Neal had vanished at this point...he'd gone to the urinals for a pee as it happened, so while we were alone, I asked Lee why he was sitting in reverse on the toiet. Of course, it made real sense when he told me...he said if ever he needed to poo when undressed, he'd sit that way, as his poo would just slide down the toilet pan, and not spash in the water and make his bottom one likes that, do they...also, he was in a better position to make his other 'production' drop in the toilet.

We headed straight to the pool after washing our hands, and did the usual few lengths, and hanging about chatting at the deep end...I soon started to get belly cramps, and said I needed the toilet again...Lee said he'd join me, as he wanted to fart, but was worried it might be more. He got to the toilets first, and took the first one that I'd used earlier...I took the centre one. for the first time ever, I took my shorts off, and sat in reverse position, facing the wall. My bottom exploded with a wave of watery was great not getting the 'splashback' in this position...Lee in the meantime let rip a really loud, bubbly fart followed by some soft crackling plops again, so he must have been sitting in reverse again...I didn't bother looking that time. We both finished about the same time again, did the usual after poop routine, and went back to the pool. I vaguely remember having to go again after finishing in the pool and getting changed...the laxatives were a bit too active, but it was great to feel so empty after being clogged up. Had another one or two pooping experiences at the pool...not as interesting as this one, but will write if anyone is interested.


Post T

To Kamdyn - I loved your " Shit Shack" story. Some of my best poops have come after the working out , especially in school which I'll talk about shortly. I used to be so self conscious about pooping in public restroom. Now I feel super relieved when I know how good it will feel when I finish and when I can hear someone else have just as good ( or smelly or loud) poops as me! I'm more self conscious of people seeing my dirty underwear after pooping as I have previously written, but am slowly getting over it when i read this site . Kamdyn do you get annoyed or embarrassed when you get skid marks? You sounded surprised when you found a skid mark after your SS poop. That is pretty standard for me to get a skid after I poop, I feel like no matter how much I wipe. It is worse when I used public restrooms and I don't have my soft to or wet wipes. It is also probably worse when I sweat like when I work out. At the gym I only drop my panties to my knees in the stalls because I have at least a 2 x 2 skid after working out. Sometimes I get it when I haven't even pooped before or during my workout ?!?! But if I have a nice pre run poop, I'll expect a skid if I'm shearing a light colored thing. My worst skids are with my light cheaky panties ( I only have two and they were gifts). My thong s skids to but not as bad .

To Brittany B- I never feel clean after a poop in a public restroom probably because of the bad tp and sometimes I am just in a rush. Do you find a skidmark when got home to shower? Sometime when I'm not in a rush I'll wipe 20 time with extra flushes and still not feel clean. Sometime when I'm in a rush I just kind of accept it ( especially when I'm wearing dark panties ) and just give myself three wipes

to Grace. I'm about 5'9 and in high school I clogged at lot of toilets in my house and a few of my friends home ( one one boyfriend's home but that's another Story if anyone is interested) when I actually starting pooping in the middle of the day at school and in public my poops defiantly got smaller. I realized I actually poop 2-3 times a day. If I'm contipated I'll poop only once a day. Honestly I kind of am now so I'm typing his post on my phone. I stopped feeling embarrassed about pooping in public once I stopped clogging toilets and I realized girls with nicer butts than mine ( though I'm told mine is nice and "juicy" )make bid poops too. However when I started pooping more at school, college and now work, skids have become a part of life

Anyone out the have access to a bidet? Does it work well. Do you notice a difference with how clean you get?

Have a great day a poop everyone!

Hello, my name is brody. I am on this site because I have a really embarsing problem and wanted to know if anyone else ahs this problem, and what to do. My problem is that I've been pooping my underwear a lot recently. I HATE using the bathrooms at school, and I hold it in for too long and the poop just comes out in my underwear. It is really embarrassing, and stinky and i'm very ashamed of having accidents at my is getting to the point where the poop urges will be so sudden, that I will just crap in my pants before I can even reach a toilet! Last week, I pooped during a football game at recess. It was so humiliating and I had to go to the bathroom, while no one was there and clean out my underwear. I have also pooped while sitting on the couch, and my grandfather knows about it. I've also had several accidents in gym class. One time, I pooped during basketball practice, and I tried to sneak away to the locker room to change my pants. But my coach caught me and discovered what i'd done. he seemed really mad, and I was afraid he was going to show my poop-filled underwear to the rest of the kids. But he got me clean clothes and that was it.
Sometimes I line my underwear with toilet paper to contain my accidents, and I always bring a change of clothes. But if I crap in a pair, I have to dispose of them before I get home. My grandpa is really strict about accidents and sometimes does underpants inspections on me and my brothers, to make sure we are in clean underpants. He gets mad if he finds evidence of an accident, or even a skidmark! I'm soooo embarrassed and scared to talk to anyone about this issue. I need some advice!

A Lurker With a Problem
Hi people, I lurk here most of the time but I have a problem that I thought maybe some of you might understand. It's a bit of a medical issue but I think I have seen people post here before about that. Okay so I am a 28 yr old female who for years has had random bouts of diarrhea for various weird reasons. It was worst when I would eat too much sweet stuff before bed and wake up dying but it still strikes me during the day. I also seem to have a very narrow window between when I need to go and when I get to the bathroom. I suspect ibs but there is one thing I do not understand. I sometimes pass copious amounts of mucous like substance. It is sort of tinged light brown, yellow or whiteish clear and settles at the bottom of the toilet most of the time. But when I wipe its mostly just clear. It comes out like the consistency of diarrhea but unlike it there is no sense of urgency, it just happens when I sit down to strain slightly to pee. There is so much of it it seems like some days that is all I will pass. It seems to be appearing more often now as well. Sometimes on the days when this happens I feel a bizarre gurgling sensation like you would in your stomach but in what I can only assume to be my rectum. Does anyone else experience this? The internet has provided me with very little information


I hate automatic flush mechanisms

I really dislike those automatic flush sensors that flush suddenly without your wanting to while you are just trying to sit on the toilet in peace. I have yet to talk to anyone who doesn't share that sentiment to at least some degree. But this is also related to the thread of conversation from earlier about wiping from the front and whether it is harder for males... Yesterday I was just finishing up what had been a short and un-memorable poo, and I was in the middle of wiping (from the front as usual) when the stupid autoflush decided to trigger. It startled me so that I jumped involuntarily and gave my man-bits a rather uncomfortable knock in the process. Whoever invented those (and automatic sensor faucets too) should go in a circle of Heck several levels above the one reserved for the inventor of car alarms.


Carrie poops in a flowerpot

When Carrie and I were still ten years old, we were playing in her backyard and I had noticed her becoming more uncomfortable the longer we stayed outside. I finally asked her what was wrong and she sheepishly answered she really needed to poop and pee. She told me she hadn't gone poop since Monday and it was now Saturday.

Carrie's parents were a bit strange in that they encouraged Carrie to use the bathroom outside when she needed to go, to save on water. She usually did this, especially during the summer.

I dared her to do it somewhere unusual and she grinned. She pointed to her dad's tool-shed and said she'd go in there. She hurried to the door and I followed her. Pulling it open, she went inside. I watched as she went over to a large, terracotta flowerpot in the corner of the shed. For her privacy, I pulled the door partway closed, just enough to let in a little light.

Smiling at me, Carrie quickly pulled down her shorts and panties to her ankles and sat on the pot. "I'm on the pot," she joked. I laughed.

She concentrated for a moment and I heard her pee start splattering on the bottom of the terracotta pot, as she sighed in relief, her eyes closing. She peed for nearly twenty seconds and finally dripped to a stop. She let out another little sigh.

Then she suddenly let out a loud fart, which echoed in the stone pot, making her laugh. Then her face tensed and she let out a soft grunt as she started to push. Another fart burst into the pot. Her toes curled (she was wearing flip-flops) on the floor and she grunted again. Her face began to turn red as she strained. A few more squirts of pee shot into the pot as she pushed.

She gripped her ankles, bending over, and gave a hard grunt. Slowly, I began to hear crackling from her bottom, which went on for a few seconds. Then there was a big thud in the bottom of the flowerpot as her first turd dropped. Carrie let out her breath in a relieved huff.

She farted again. Then she started pushing again, grunting loudly. A second turd slid out and hit the bottom with a dull thud. Another thud heralded her third poop. She squeezed her eyes shut and strained noiselessly, clearly pushing very hard. A long crackling started, going on for nearly ten seconds, before a loud smack was heard, as a large turd hit the bottom heavily. Her eyes popped open and she sighed loudly.

She looked up at me, her face strained and sweaty. "It's all really hard and it hurts!" she grunted shortly as she started pushing again. She let out another loud, dry fart. She strained hard again, going up on her toes, and another long crackling started from her butt. A heavy smack hit the bottom of the pot and she moaned in relief.

"Ooowww..." she moaned, "my bottom's really sore. Pooping this all out hurts bad!" A little fart buzzed out. Another slow crackling started, Carrie going up on her toes again to push. A low moan escaped her as a heavy thud hit the pot. It was getting quite stinky in the shed now, and I opened the door a little wider.

"Are you almost done?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Not even close. My stomach still hurts really bad."

She paused for a few seconds, panting, wiping her face on her shirt. Then she closed her eyes and grunted. She groaned softly and suddenly, a long, wet splatter was heard in the flowerpot. She farted several times while pushing it out. It stopped and she sat hunched on the flowerpot, holding her stomach.

"Ohhhh, I think I'm having diarrhea," she moaned. She groaned loudly again as another long, wet splattering hit the bottom of the flowerpot. A third long, squirt of diarrhea sprayed out of her bottom, followed by three big farts. Her eyes were shut and a tight grimace twisted her face. She was clearly in pain.

Her stomach gurgled loudly and she moaned softly. Another spluttering jet of diarrhea gushed out and she farted twice. Then she sat there for nearly thirty seconds, moaning and grimacing at the cramps in her belly, but not pooping anymore. For now.

A long, spluttering fart blasted into the pot as she strained and she let out a long moan of relief. Her massive fart lasted almost ten seconds and when it was over, she looked very relieved.

"Ohhhhh," she said, "that felt sooo good! I feel so much better now." Her panting breathing was slowing down and she opened her eyes. Her eyes met mine and she smiled shyly, looking embarrassed. "Sorry you had to see me take suck a yucky poop," she said, blushing.

She sat for a few more seconds, to make sure she was all done. She reached behind her, to a roll of paper towels mounted on the wall. Pulling off several, she gently wiped her butt, wincing a little. Her butt was probably very sore.

Finished, she dropped the dirty paper towels into the pot and finally stood up, looking very, very relieved. She let out a long sigh, wiping her red face again. She bent down and pulled up her underwear and shorts again.

She glanced into the pot and laughed out loud. It was nearly half full. "Dang, I pooped a LOT!" she giggled.

We exited the smelly shed and Carrie went to tell her mom she'd been sick and had needed to run to a flowerpot in the tool-shed to have diarrhea. Her mom came out and emptied the flowerpot in the woods and rinsed it out with the hose nearby. She hugged Carrie and told her it was okay, since she hadn't had an accident in her pants.

Jasmin K

Pooing at school

I would suggest to Lydia that she tries to go every morning - it's better than having to hold all day or hope to find an empty cubical at lunch time and get long enough to actually do a poo.
I used to get to school early enough to be one of the first in the toilets - that way they were clean and toilet paper was available. I used to leave enough time to spend 30-40 minutes and would sit on the toilet straining to make myself poo. Unless I was very constipated I could usually make something come out. If I was constipated I would sometimes try at break or lunch but would most often wait untill I was home and then spend ages on the toilet untill it came out.

Hope this helps
Jas x


Latest story

Hi everyone, I have a new story to share from yesterday, which I'll get to after a few comments.
Hannah- Sorry I managed to miss your last post, in answer to your question I'm 23. You mentioned that you were going to have a poo after your last post, hope it was a satisfying one!
Imogen- sorry to hear you pooed your knickers a bit, its typical they were ones you really like, I know I always seem to get skidmarks in my really comfy knickers! Hope you can post again soon.
Anyway, on to my story- Lucys cousin Lydia was coming to stay with us again this weekend, Lucy had to work late so I took the afternoon off and met Lydia in town after she'd finished school. We looked round the shops for a bit and then caught the bus back to my house. Just after we got off the bus Lydia suddenly said "I'm bursting for a poo, I've been holding it since lunch and I really really need to go!"
I said "We're nearly back, you just need to hang on a few minutes more," and she nodded and bit her bottom lip. We got to my front door and as I looked for my keys I saw Lydia starting to squirm and jiggle, I know that feeling all too well when your clenching your bum trying desperately to stop a log from poking out into your pants so I got the door open as quickly as I could and we rushed upstairs to my room. Lydia practically ran into my ensuite without closing the door, she flipped up her skirt and quickly dropped her white cotton knickers to her knees. She sat on the loo and beckoned to me to come in, I had been hovering by the door not sure if I should follow her in even though we'd both seen each other on the loo (and having a poo!) last time she came to stay. I came in and sat on the edge of the bath. She had a quick wee and then started to bear down, she did some hard pushes which made her grunt and go red in the face but luckily she didn't have to strain for too long before I heard a log plop into the bowl and she sighed with relief. I saw that her knickers had a big skidmark in them so her log must have been poking out. "I need to do a bit more," she panted, as she started to push again. A few minutes later she was really red and she still hadn't managed to pass her second log, she said "Sorry about this, I've been a bit constipated these last few days, it comes out a bit but then goes back up my bum when I stop pushing!"
"I get the same thing when I'm constipated, just take your time!" I said. "Actually I haven't had a decent poo for a while myself so I'll have to try to go later on and I doubt I'll find it much easier!" I added. After a couple of months being free of constipation it has reared its ugly head again this last week or so, I think its partly due to the hot weather we've been having and to be honest I don't think I've been drinking enough.
"Its coming!" panted Lydia, she did a couple of really hard pushes and grunted loudly and shortly after there was a loud plop.
"Right, I'm done, thank God!" she said and started to wipe her bottom, by now I was feeling quite desperate for a wee so I said "I need a wee now" and so just as Lydia flushed and pulled her knickers up I lifted my black skirt and dropped my knickers, I was wearing white ones too. I had a wee which went on for quite a while and then I wiped and pulled up my knickers and smoothed my skirt down. We went back into my room and Lydia said, "I just need to get changed a sec." She unzipped her bag and took out some pink spotty knickers, a white tee-shirt and a blue denim skirt. She took off her dirty knickers and put the clean ones on, they looked a bit tight and she must have caught me looking because she blushed and said "Sorry about these knickers, I know they're like way too small, I couldn't find any other clean ones when I was getting dressed this morning." We spent the rest of the afternoon in the garden and then came in for tea, Lucy was back from work by then so we all ate together. After we'd eaten we went back outside again for a bit, as we were sitting there chatting I got a tight feeling in my belly and realised I was starting to need a poo so we went up to the bedroom to get ready for bed. It was really hot in there so we all undressed to our bras and knickers, I said to Lucy and Lydia "I think I want a poo now" and went into the bathroom. As I dropped my knickers and sat on the loo Lucy and Lydia both came in and went over to the basin to clean their teeth, they had their backs to me and I noticed Lucys yellow and blue stripey knickers were stuck up her bum and Lydias were even worse! I needed another wee by then so I did that first, once my stream had died down I started to concentrate on my poo, as I pushed I could feel something moving down inside me and quite soon I could feel the tip of a log coming out of my bum. I continued to strain and the log moved out slowly, getting fatter as it came and needing more effort to keep it moving. By now Lucy and Lydia had done their teeth and were sitting on the floor next to me. I did some really long and hard pushes and ended up grunting too, it was good I could keep chatting to the others to keep my mind off it but I couldn't keep talking while I strained so it was a bit of a weird conversation! After a few minutes I could feel a hard knobbly poo hanging out of my bum and nearly ready to drop, I jiggled about on the loo and said "Its almost out, I can't quite get it to drop," and suddenly it fell into the bowl with a splash. Like Lydia I could feel I had a lot more to come so I stayed sitting, my next log was smoother but really thick and it was really stretching my bumhole, I had no choice but to literally grunt it out and eventually that one too sploshed into the bowl. I looked between my legs as I was getting some loo paper and I saw a mountain of poo, luckily once I'd finished wiping my bum and I'd flushed it did all go down, somehow!
I pulled up my knickers and washed my hands and we went back into my room. Lydia started to take off her bra, she said "Its baking in here, I'm just going to sleep in my knickers!"and Lucy and I nodded in agreement as we took our bras off and got into bed. Hope you enjoyed this story, will try to post again soon, bye for now!!

your name David
This is my first posting,and hope you don't mind me writing about my latest bathroom visit earlier today
I usually go to the toilet every day,but hadn't been for 3 days,and could feel the build up in my stomach.I started to feel the urge to do my biz,so i went to the bathroom,pulled my briefs down,and sat on the toilet. I also wanted a wee so did this first and waited a bit longer before i pushed a bit harder, and almost in slow motion it seemed, i passed a single long smooth log which looked about 11 or 12 inches long.I was quite surprised when i saw how long it was,and must admit it felt great when i was doing it.


Ruined the Starbucks Toilet

It's me again, back with a recent story from just a few days ago.

On Saturday morning I met a couple high school friends for coffee at a local Starbucks. We met about 9 ish and the place was absolutely packed. About 20 minutes into our conversation, I felt the need to drop a giant load. I excused myself to go to the restroom. My friend, whose toilet has been the unfortunate recipient of a number of my creations scarcastically said to go easy on the toilet. I have her a wink, knowing this toilet was gonna be in for a real treat. I walked to the back of the shop where a line of about 4 women were waiting for the single occupancy toilet. I needed to go, but was not desperate so waiting wasn't a huge deal. By the time I got the chance to use it, there was a line of three women behind me. I felt bad for them, knowing they wouldn't be able to use this one after I was done with it. I went into the small bathroom and immediately smelled a faint poop smell. The bowl itself was very clean, but clearly at least a one of the women before me had done a number 2. I pulled down my leggings and sat down on the toilet. I let out a loud echoey fart and then a medium log started to come out. After about a foot or so, it slid silently, lodging barely into the hole of the toilet, likely enough to block the poor thing. I farted even louder this time before my main piece began its exit. This one was definitely much bigger. By the time it fell, it was at least 18 inches, and even thicker than before. It lay in the bowl spanning the entire length. Almost all of it was out of the water, so it really stunk. I knew the toilet was thoroughly clogged, so I didn't bother with a courtesy flush prior to wiping. I knew flushing would be a futile effort, so I just decided to leave it. The toilet flush was very powerful, so I guess the store figured no one would be able to clog the thing, So the store didn't provide a plunger which was unfortunate, meaning the women in line wouldn't be able to use the toilet until it got unclogged by the staff. I wasn't sure how to tell the women in line what I did, so I decided to let them find out for the self while I went to notify the staff. I told one of the employees that I had clogged their women's bathrooom. After I sat back down, my friends and I saw a young girl who worked there walk into the bathroom with a plunger. I felt bad leaving my beasts for this poor girl who was probably paid minimum wage, but I really had no other choice. We continued our conversation while my friend who was facing the restrooms kept an eye out for the girl. After almost 20 minutes I'm there facing my dump, she emerged looking flustered and a bit disgusted. We wondered whether or not she was actually able to unclog the toilet, so my friend went in to investigate. After a few minutes she returned saying that the girl was indeed successful in clearing my logs, but the toilet now had a much weaker flush. Perhaps my logs got stuck just out of site shortly down the pipe. I truly felt bad for doing this, but secretly I got a bit of a rush knowing that even the powerful public toilets are no match for my big dumps.

I would love to hear some other stories of times you all have clogged a public toilet! We're you embarrassed? Proud? A bit of both? Thanks for all the welcomes by the way!


Response to Jenny:

Your question: do I get annoyed or embarrassed when I get skid marks?

Yes, but depending on the situation. I wasn't getting them a lot, but that increased in junior high. I would have my craps a lot during passing periods between classes. After waiting for a toilet to open in the crowded bathrooms, finally getting on it, and then hearing the dreaded 1 minute warning bell before the next class, I often would get only one swipe (my mom's word when she sometimes would question me on laundry day) of the toilet paper before I made the run to class. Often there was no flushing or hand-washing because being tardy 3 times a semester meant a 4-hour Saturday detention. Now on the Shit Shack day, several things were different. Jugs of ice tea were being passed around and I chugged more than my share. I remember one team mate had a 20-once Dr. Pepper, too, and I finished it off for her. So in the 95 degree heat and humidity, my gut started to churn. At the Shit Shack, I knew I had unloaded a large, somewhat soft crap. I expected it to be moist and I would have some major cleaning to do. Dumb me. I should have looked between my legs as I sat to get my satisfaction of seeing it. But just sitting on the toilet caused me to get hotter and sweat more. So much that it was getting into my eyes and mouth. Without thinking I stood to wipe. The auto-flush went off and I lost seeing my prize. I remember doing a fast but thorough (or so I thought wiping) while my sweat continued. Seeing nothing on the toilet paper, I left. Strangely, once I got back to the game, I found some shade under a small tree and sat out some of the competition. I think I might have dozed off for a minute or two. I awoke when the others took a break and were serving up BBQ sandwiches and other things at the picnic tables nearby. I overate. Wrong I know for the circumstances and I chugged a bit of gatorade when the jug was passed around. Within a few minutes, it was like I was fully gassed up. A lot of heavy farting and belching. That, I think, could have contributed to my skid mark. Everything on my body was completely soaked. That was also the case with my head band which I took off when trying to cool down.

Monday, June 11, 2018


Power pee in the car

Hello, I've read on this forum on and off, and I figured I would share a story that happened not too long ago. Just a warning: this story may not be for the faint of heart!

So my girlfriend (now ex), Natalie, was going to a campground a few hours away with her family for a few days. I was invited, as was her friend, Alexis. The problem was, I couldn't go until the day after everyone went, nor could Alexis. So we decided I would drive with Alexis the next day. Now I had been dating Natalie for a few months, and I had known Alexis for a couple months after we started dating. So I hadn't been around her very much to get to know her. To describe what she looks like, she is an 18 year old red head, kinda tall and pretty curvy with a very nice butt. She has long hair and wears glasses. I picked her up in my car in the morning. She was wearing a olive green shirt and black leggings with short boots, and had a water bottle with her. She drank it all in the first half hour of the car ride. We talked a bit, and things got a little less awkward as we kept talking. We stopped for some breakfast, and she drank two coffees with her food. She then got a third large coffee to go, which she downed as we continued on. It was about 45 minutes after we stopped for breakfast that the tragedy of this car ride began. "I have to pee" said Alexis.

My heart skipped a beat hearing those 4 words, as I find girls going pee a big interest, and this attractive girl in my car just said she had to go. The problem was, the highway we were on was getting congested, and there were no rest stops or even exits for a few miles on, as we had just passed one. We weren't moving at a fast pace, and it would be a while til the next stop. I told her we could stop when we got up to a place. "I just hope its not much longer…" she said. Traffic continued to move very slowly. Alexis played with her phone and fidgeted some. She kept sighing slightly. As we continued to creep along the road, she groaned some and put her phone in lap. "Uggh I knew I shouldn't have drank that much coffee" she said. "Yeah that was quite a lot to drink" i told her. Still we continued on, as she kept fidgeting and it became more noticable that she had to go.

"God I have to peeeeee" she announced again. She pushed her thick thighs together in the seat, with her hands at the sides of them. "We're getting a little bit closer" I told her. After another 10 minutes of still slowly moving, Alexis really started to get antsy. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it" she told me. I then remembered the cup she had from her large coffee that was in the cupholder. "Well if it gets too bad there is that cup" i told her, half jokingly. She gave me a pissed off look, but then said "I just might have to…". At this point I was getting really anxious. I didn't want her to pee in my car and potentially make a mess if she missed the cup, but I couldn't believe that she was actually considering going in the cup. I knew then that she had to go super bad, for her to consider doing something private like that in a confined space close to me, someone she didn't know so well and wasn't very close to. Alexis went back to looking at her phone, and now she was really bouncing in the seat. The pace of traffic picked up a little bit, but we were stille miles from an exit. Minutes went by in silence except for the sound of her fidgeting.

"I really don't think i'm gonna make it" she said. She put her phone back down and picked up the empty cup. "Are you gonna do it?" I asked. "I might have to. I hope this cup will hold it all" she said as she inspected the cup. This was alarming, as it was a large size. I didn't consider she was going to pee so much that the cup would overflow. The backseat of the car was filled with our stuff for the weekend, so there was no where to go in the back for privacy. She would have to do it in the front seat. "I won't look, I promise" I said, even though I wanted to. She sighed loudly. "I'm just gonna hold it. It would be super embarrassing to piss in your car right next to you" she said and giggled some. She put the cup back and then put her hands on her crotch this time, holding herself. "I just hope we hurry" she said.

We started moving along at a decent rate, as the traffic started to clear up. But after another 15 minutes, Alexis cried "I can't hold it!" Luckily, the traffic was moving along at a normal pace, but we were still a few minutes from the exit. I told her we were almost to a place. She started moaning and shaking some, trying so hard to hold it. I felt bad for her. Finally I saw the exit signs. " Almost there" I said. I got off onto the exit as she started really squirming. I got up to the intersection and saw that a gas station was a mile and half down the road. But as I turned and started going down the road to it, Alexis yelled "its coming!!"

She then reached down and started unzipping her boots. Before I could even ask what she was doing she yelled for me to keep going. She ripped her boots off with her socks, then reached up, unbuckled, and pulled her leggings and thong down. I glimpsed her thick, pale thighs and large full butt in the seat as she used her feet to get her leggings off her. As I started picking up speed down the road toward the station it sunk in what was about to happen. She hurried and grabbed the cup, while breathing heavily with the effort of holding her piss in as she got up in the seat to get into a good position. She was in a squatting position, facing towards me but a little bit to the front some. . I didn't want to be rude and I said I wasn't going to watch. The last thing I saw as I turned to watch the road was her place the cup in the seat below her girl parts.

What felt like an eternity, but was probably only three or four seconds long passed. I heard some pants from Alexis, then a sudden sharp inhale. Then the next thing I remember was hearing a hissing sound, and the feeling something warm hit me. A warm liquid hit my face, arm, and leg from the right. I instinctively flinched a little and rotated my body towards the source, as it happened so fast and I couldn't even process what was happened. This just exposed my face and more of my body to what was incoming, and in the half second it took to do that, what was just a few drops turned into a full on warm spray of urine. And for a half second of me facing Alexis, I saw a sight that I know I'll never ever forget: an absolute geyser of yellow pee exploding out from between Alexis's pale thighs. The coffee cup lay in the seat below her crotch, the spraying urine missing it 100%. Her pee wasn't coming in out in stream, it was massive wide spray of hot urine blasting out of her vagina, all over. The force of this hitting my face and body made me close my eyes after just a half second of facing it. It was like being blasted with with a powerful water hose. The sheer pressure of her pee was immense. Now, keep in mind that I was going down the road at a decent speed towards the gas station when this happened. So my eyes went off the road as Alexis began to pee all over, and I then closed them after getting hit full on. I raised my right arm to block my face, and yelled while doing so. I was completely shocked and only just realized what was happening. While I did this I began to feel the car start to swerve over the lane. I also heard Alexis let out a huge moan of relief, along with a fart. Later on i would find out she wasn't even aware of what was happening in those first few seconds, as she was so overcome by the relief of finally releasing her pee.

I got my eyes open behind the shield of my hand as I heard a car honk at me. I knew I was going into the lane, so I panicked and over corrected my car, while warm urine was being forcefully sprayed all over myself and the steering wheel. The pee was splashing all over, and I felt it splashing back off of me. The smell of it filled the car, along with the rotten egg smell of her fart. The sounds of Alexis's pee splattering on everything, and it hissing as it came out of her vagina was very loud. As I overcorrected my car, both our bodies shifted as the car quickly changed direction. Since Alexis was unbuckled, her body hit up against the passenger door, and instead of facing me she was now facing towards the front of the car, in the middle and in front of me. With this shift, the pee went from spraying directly onto me to the windshield. It forcefully showered the windshield and dash, spraying back all over both of us and the front of the car. I couldn't see anything outside the windshield because of all the pee being blasted onto it, plus all of the splashback hitting me in the face. "I can't see! I can't see!" I yelled. The car went off the road, and I quickly turned again in the opposite direction. This made the car violently jolt and bounce, and Alexis fell over! She started screaming as she fell onto her back with her legs in the air! Still she pissed, and now it was fountaining out of her straight up into the air. The yellow liquid sprayed and splashed all over the roof of the car, where it rained back down all over us, especially on Alexis. She screamed even more, and powerfully farted. I slammed on the brakes as I went back off the road, and car spun, us with it. Urine sprayed wildly out of Alexis as we spun around, absolutely soaking everything. We both screamed in terror as the car finally skidded to a stop. "I can't stop" screamed Alexis, as she continued to power pee. It kept shooting out like a super soaker onto the dash and windshield. She closed her legs and went in the seat. It hissed so loud and a massive puddle formed under her. After a few more seconds, she finally stopped. It was over.

We both were breathing heavily for a few seconds, as we processed what just happened. The whole car, including us, was drenched in Alexis's pee. It ran down my face and dripped from my hair. Alexis's makeup was running down her face from the pee the splashed back and rained onto her, making it look like she was crying. Her glasses had drops of urine on them. Every surface of the car was wet, and streams ran down the windshield and windows. Pee dripped down from the rearview mirror. The car stunk from the farts she let out when peeing. "Are you ok?" i asked her. She said yeah. "I'm so sorry...I can't believe what just happened!" she said. Our clothes were soaked. "I can't believe you peed so much" I said. I drove over to the side of the road. "I had to go so bad, and it just came out so hard that i missed" she said. "Sorry it got everywhere". I told her it was ok, it was an accident. But it was a huge mess we needed to clean. We drove up to a gas station and I got some paper towels from where you can dry off the car when cleaning the windshield. Alexis put her wet leggings back on. We wiped down everything the best we could. It took a while, and a lot of the pee had soaked into the car. Our clothes and hair was wet from her urine, so we changed in the restroom to our other clothes for the trip. We smelled like dried pee after a while. I told her how crazy it was that she peed so much. I said I was impressed. She giggled and blushed. "It was alot of pee" she said. "It was like a jet coming of me". We laughed. We let the car air out some, then continued on. We swore we wouldn't tell anyone, as it was very embarrassing for Alexis. It was our little secret of the camping trip. The rest of the trip there we talked about how impressive her pee feat was, and joked about it. Later on, she gave me money to get the car cleaned. Until then, it smelled very strongly of her pee.

Well thats all for that story.

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Victoria B great story it sounds like Monica had a pretty good poop.

To: Grace first welcome to the site and great story about your huge poops I look forward to reading more of your stories thanks.

To: Brittany B great story about your desperate poop.

To: Dylan first welcome to the site and great story and I look forward to reading more of them thanks.

To: Anna From Austria great story about your desperate poop at the doctors office.

To: Anna great story it sounds like you both had great poops.

To: Abbie as always another great story.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Pressured Peeing

I've been posting here for about 4 years. My strength is crapping in public bathrooms. At my high school graduation at the Civic last week I did my usual morning crap at about 9 a.m. with butt-on-seat for only about 20 seconds, plus time for 2 or 3 wipes. When I flushed and opened the door to exit, the girl next in line looked so amazed. She quickly asked me how I did that. I quickly told her I don't stop and crap until I'm sure its ready. The less pressure I feel, the better.

But I still have a weakness. I'm confident in sitting to pee when I'm away from home, and that's often, because with all my school activities, sometimes I was at school from 7 a.m. to almost 10 p.m. The peeing wasn't bad when I went in during class time or when doing activities before or after school. The problems came and I would dam-up when I seated myself during a 4-minute passing period. Even yesterday afternoon when I was at the swimming pool. No doors, of course, because it was a locker room. My dam-up occurred before I left the locker room because all of the 6 toilets were in use and when I finally got one, I knew just sitting there and not producing was pissing off the others. One girl, about 5 years younger than me, looked directly at me, then said F### this and told her friend they could just go in the pool. After another minute, my dam-up continued and I gave up. I fake wiped and from the seat did a flush to cover up the problem. I went out to the pool, but came back in when the crowd had left.

My biggest pressured peeing dam-up came when I was 11. That was 7 years ago but I remember it pretty vividly. Our junior high band had a full bus and went to a day-long junior band competition four hours away at a college. We left at 5:30 a.m. Our first Interstate rest stop was about 7 a.m. This was at a huge trucker-type rest area. Several of the boys armed and angled their way off the bus first. Our director started to yell at them to slow down. Then he grabbed this one smart-mouthed 7th grader. He thought the boy had disrespected him. Which he had! As for the girls, there were about 10 toilets. Panels separated them, but no doors. I remembered complaining to my mom about that once when our family was traveling. She said it was because it was because of all the criminal stuff that could happen. I asked her if peeing my sweats and undees wasn't criminal; she just gave me her usual cold, icy stare.

Anyway, back to the band trip. I know some of my friends were holding craps at the rest stop. They would go when we finally got to the college. But I took a seat. My usual soft crap exited fast and I jumped down, did a couple of wipes, flushed, and the next in line took it. However, about an hour later, I think our driver needed to stop for herself. Most of us got off the bus and I knew I wanted to pee, since we had at least another hour to go. With lanes closed for highway work, I wasn't sure it wouldn't be 2 hours or longer before we arrived on campus. I moved fast around some of the others and entered the bathroom that looked just like the other one. I took the first toilet I saw. Pulled my jeans and undees down and seated myself. Others arrived. The waits started. I was still on the toilet, but couldn't get my pee stream going. I was getting frustrated and then more frustrated when one girl yelled out that she heard the 2nd honk from the bus. That meant we had two minutes to get back on. If we were late we could get a demerit. So I stood, fake-flushed and pulled my clothing up as I hurried for the exit.

During the final leg of the drive I was becoming increasingly more desperate. And it became more hurtful as the driver picked up speed because the interstate was really bumpy. I looked at a daily schedule sheet we had been given and prayed that I could hold it until we got to the college field house where the teams were going to informally practice. At some point, each team would use an athletic locker room to get into uniform and use the bathroom. We lucked out. We were the first of 20 schools to arrive and of course, I high-tailed it into the toilets. I was the first to throw myself onto the toilet. It was higher and had a circular seat like we have at home. A couple of trickles started, but our stupid student teacher ordered everyone to go to the bathroom now. The privacy partitions were only half high. I hard shouts of Come on Tlana we have to practice. I'm bursting to pee.
Do you want me to dump shit right her on the floor!

After another minute or so, I fake flushed, pulled up my clothing, and headed straight for the exit. I left the building hoping I wouldn't be caught. I remembered seeing a huge classroom building not far from where the buses parked. I ran in. There weren't too many people there.
I saw an old lady come out of a room that I guessed might be a bathroom. I ran for it. It was marked faculty, but I didn't care. I got onto the toilet in record time. My gusher started and went for almost 2 minutes. When I looked between my legs it was a dark yellow pee. I started to cry. Even though I got a demerit for leaving the group, I finally accepted that pressured peeing in not for me.


Some poopers in the news

Today, I've heard two stories about poopers.

The first one reports another case of anonymous pooper like the Colorado woman from last year. It seems that some downtown Toronto dude in his 60's was seen pooping in several front and back yards. The worst part is on the picture evidences, they always see him with a paper cup of coffee in his hand and they suggest that he easily go do his business at that coffee shop. Neighbors say he's a clean cut man, not a homeless or mentally ill person and that he brings his own tp with him.

The newspaper mentions as well that kind of anonymous poopers is not unique and the police services were aware about a least known three "serial poopers" in the recent years. They report some dude who left fast food paper cups full of poo on suburban parking meters and another one caught pants down in a condo laneway.

They also cite a French Canadian TV announcer who posted a CCTV video of a woman leaving him a smelly gift in his yard and a Kelowna woman who got showered by shit thru her car sunroof. It is reported to be blue ice fallen from a flying airplane.

The last story I heard today is about a Charlotte High School that was evacuated. Students and staff were complaining about a strong corrosive smell that was causing their eyes to tear and their throats to burn. Fire Department Hazmat squad were called on location and found nothing dangerous and the odor was caused by... a clogged toilet. It seems that the sewer gases built up behind the clog and were released after a janitor plunged the toilet.

Victoria B.

Welcome to Grace

You've found the right place!

I could relate to so much of what you wrote. It'd be hard for me to even count the number of toilets I've clogged and/or plunged in all of my 23 years! I went through a lot of the same insecurities about myself as a teen before I learned to accept that some bodies (my body) just need to poop like a horse! I love pooping, even if it requires breaking out the plunger. Mine is a custom pink model that was given to me as a joke gift from a friend whose toilet I plugged up one time too many!

I look forward to reading more of your stories!



Making it on time or having accidents?

I have read plenty of stories. My question to you is simple, how many of you can always make it to the toilet without having any accidents and if you have got accidents or you might be even totally incontinent, how do you deal with it?

I am myself totally incontinent which I personally find just as normal as when someone would have total control about their bladder or bowel. It might sometimes maybe easier not to have control, because wearing diapers has got advantances as well, as long you use good materials, change when needed and take proper care for your skin.

Sometimes I have got the idea that people with incontinence are more alert to their personal hygiene.

How many of you do actually use incontinence materials because of the comfort it gives? Please share all your experiences!


Working in a church hall

I was working one summers evening alone in a church hall, this hall was built onto the side of a hill and had a 3ft wide path between it and the wall retaining the hillside with wider spaces opposite the fire doors.
I was up on a scaffolding tower working on the main hall lighting, when I hear a female voice say to someone not to look. So I climbed down and went to a window to see a female come around the corner of the hall and into one of the fire door spaces, then with her back to me dropped her jeans and went into a low squat and peed onto the tarmac floor, then just as quickly stand back up again, pull her jeans back up and run back around the corner and away, but I did get a nice look at her bum while she peed there.
Later when I left the hall to go home were was a group of lads and females sitting on the grass drinking cans, it was one of these females I had seen.
I wonder if any of the other females peed there also.

Annie (Anny) from Taiwan

Crapping TONS

Hi everyone. Today so far has been a busy day full of exercise, going shopping at the grocery store etc. Despite drinking TONS of water (both plenty of reusable bottles of water and mugs of warm water), I've been crapping plenty. I spent 12 minutes on the toilet after lunch before my nap pooping tons of pent-up, trapped poop out of my body. How? Plenty of healthy food including fruits and vegetables, lots of water and a good amount of exercise and water every day. I even feel more wanting out! It is hot here, so lots of water is needed to stay hydrated.

That's all from me for now. Happy & safe pooping and peeing, everyone :)



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To Kamdyn - I loved your " Shit Shack" story. Some of my best poops have come after the working out , especially in school which I'll talk about shortly. I used to be so self conscious about pooping in public restroom. Now I feel super relieved when I know how good it will feel when I finish and when I can hear someone else have just as good ( or smelly or loud) poops as me! I'm more self conscious of people seeing my dirty underwear after pooping as I have previously written, but am slowly getting over it when i read this site . Kamdyn do you get annoyed or embarrassed when you get skid marks? You sounded surprised when you found a skid mark after your SS poop. That is pretty standard for me to get a skid after I poop, I feel like no matter how much I wipe. It is worse when I used public restrooms and I don't have my soft to or wet wipes. It is also probably worse when I sweat like when I work out. At the gym I only drop my panties to my knees in the stalls because I have at least a 2 x 2 skid after working out. Sometimes I get it when I haven't even pooped before or during my workout ?!?! But if I have a nice pre run poop, I'll expect a skid if I'm shearing a light colored thing. My worst skids are with my light cheaky panties ( I only have two and they were gifts). My thong s skids to but not as bad .

To Brittany B- I never feel clean after a poop in a public restroom probably because of the bad tp and sometimes I am just in a rush. Do you find a skidmark when got home to shower? Sometime when I'm not in a rush I'll wipe 20 time with extra flushes and still not feel clean. Sometime when I'm in a rush I just kind of accept it ( especially when I'm wearing dark panties ) and just give myself three wipes

to Grace. I'm about 5'9 and in high school I clogged at lot of toilets in my house and a few of my friends home ( one one boyfriend's home but that's another Story if anyone is interested) when I actually starting pooping in the middle of the day at school and in public my poops defiantly got smaller. I realized I actually poop 2-3 times a day. If I'm contipated I'll poop only once a day. Honestly I kind of am now so I'm typing his post on my phone. I stopped feeling embarrassed about pooping in public once I stopped clogging toilets and I realized girls with nicer butts than mine ( though I'm told mine is nice and "juicy" )make bid poops too. However when I started pooping more at school, college and now work, skids have become a part of life

Anyone out the have access to a bidet? Does it work well. Do you notice a difference with how clean you get?

Have a great day a poop everyone!

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