Weekend trip with LuisaHello everyone!
I'm gonna tell you about a weekend I spent in London in May with my friend Luisa, but first, some answers and comments.
Anna: great story, as always. Bebe going to the bushes with you pantless reminded me of the buddy dump I had last year with Helen. Thanks for sharing. Did you have any other good (though private) dump, or the chance of hearing any interesting story from Bebe, Amber or Danielle?
Mina: I liked your description of all different snakes: it seems that every person has a specific species of snake! Thank you for taking the time of writing.
Victoria B: I remember also being desperate for many times when my flatmate would hog the shower when I was still sharing a flat. I bet you were relieved!
So we arrived in London on the Friday evening just before the royal wedding, late and directly went to our hotel, as we were tired from traveling. Because the hotels downtown are so expensive (I think we were not the only ones that wanted to share the excitement of the royal wedding), we were sharing a room with twin beds. I love this setting since we can chat super late, which is obviously what we did.
We woke up rather early on Saturday morning and had breakfast at the hotel. British breakfast, that is, with beans, sausages, scrambled eggs, toast bread and tea. I usually have to go number two right after breakfast, since the first meal of the day or the first cup of coffee wake up my bowels. However, since I didn't drink any coffee and we were somewhat in a hurry to leave (we had planned going shopping before the celebration would start), I did not really feel the urge. We got ready quickly and went shopping.
While we were going from shop to shop, I started becoming a little uncomfortable. First it was just a diffuse feeling in my lower belly as we were looking for fitting jeans. However, it quickly got stronger and I realized that what I needed was a trip to the bathroom. After I bought a great pair of jeans and a book, Luisa decided that we should focus on finding a pair of summer shoes for her. I didn't feel like interrupting her as she gets very passionate about shopping and absolutely wanted those shoes. She dragged me into several stores at high pace, never letting me time to ask for a toilet break. I'm stupid I know, but I am uncomfortable admitting this kind of things even to my closest friends. So I was waiting for the perfect occasion to excuse myself, which, obviously, never came. As usual, I became very gassy as my urge grew.
Eventually, a pair of light blue sport shoes found mercy to Luisa's eyes, she bought them and we went back to our hotel. I was even sweating by then, as I was getting truly desperate to relieve myself. Thank God, the hotel was very close. I could not hold in an airy fart while we were in the elevator. Luisa ignored it even though she surely could smell it as well.
Immediately after Luisa unlocked our room, I was "I gotta go to the bathroom!" and closed the door, not even bothering to take off my shoes. I pulled my pants and panties down to my ankles, slammed my butt onto the seat and let everything loose. My pee stream started and I farted loudly. In a matter of seconds a first turd splashed into the water, then a second one after I gave a little push. My pee stream died off but I knew I wasn't done. I sat for a minute, farted again and felt something moving in my belly. I pushed again and expelled many little turds. They stench became quite strong. I remained seated for a few minutes more before wiping. It was a messy one, lemme tell you! I had to wipe like ten times. Then I stood up, flushed (the water level rose but everything went down alright) and washed my hands. I closed the toilet lid as well as the bathroom door after I came out to contain the stench and fell onto my bed, feeling a thousand times better.
Both Luisa and I were laying on our beds texting and recovering from all the shopping as she stood up and went to the toilet. She locked the door, so I assumed she was going number two as well. Indeed, I soon heard her dropping plop after plop. She too must have forgotten about her urge in all this excitement! However, she did not think of closing the bathroom door when she was done, so the room soon filled with our combined stench. Well, it's not toxic at least!
As it was just past noon, we scurried out to have brunch, cocktails and watch the wedding at a coffeehouse - good think we had a reservation. It was a very nice afternoon and we had lots of fun. Later, we had a stroll along the Thames. We went to bed early because I was exhausted.
On Sunday morning, I woke up late, but before Luisa. I pee first thing in the morning, and this day was no exception. I went to the bathroom and sat down, my stream started immediately. I also let a little airy fart escape, which is not unusual, especially during my first pee. However, I felt I wasn't done: my morning poo was already there. I sat for a few seconds, then gave a very little push and my first turd slid into the water. It was soon followed by two other ones, then I was done. I wiped twice and had a look at my feces: the turds were rather small, short and soft, and their color was tan.
As it was already somewhat late, we had to check out first. Afterwards, we went to the breakfast area: both of us were hungry. Just like the day before, we did not hold ourselves back! I cannot help but stuff myself when there is a large free buffet and apparently, neither can Luisa. Porridge, fried eggs, sausages, grilled vegetables, we had it all. I drank plenty of tea and OJ with my meal.
When we were done, I had quite an urge to pee, so I told Luisa that I'd go to the lobby bathroom before we leave. She said that she would come with me as she needs it too. An elderly lady came out and blond woman in her late twenties went in the bathroom just before us. The blond lady took the furthest stall, Luisa the one near the entrance and I had to wait. I noticed that the bathroom was bight and very clean.
Luisa started peeing immediately, while the other lady was pulling TP from the holder,probably to cover the seat. Meanwhile, Luisa released what sounded like a super wet fart, then a wave of liquid, or at least loose, poop. The blond girl took a short pee, then the distinct sound of a turd crackling out was to be heard. It quietly splashed into the water, but the crackling didn't stop: she really has to go! Luisa blasted a few waves more. After something like five plops, the blond girl started wiping. It didn't take her that long. She pulled up her pants, flushed and came out of her stall. She blushed as we made eye contact: she surely was embarrassed to go that much with me as an audience. She was beautiful though, I envied her many freckles. I locked the stall and noticed that she had left plenty of tan skidmarks on the bowl, but it wasn't her fault, as there was no brush in the stall. I sat down onto the warm seat and started peeing while she was washing her hands and Luisa was wiping. We finished at the same time (my flush managed to get rid of most of my predecessor's traces) and went to the sinks. I asked her how she was doing, and she told me that she always gets somewhat loose when her period starts but that she's actually doing alright. I was glad to leave the bathroom because the smell had deteriorated quickly from fresh and clean one to the one of a heavily used bathroom.
We then left the hotel (I smiled at the blond girl, who by the way was seated at a table with a handsome man, as we passed by) and had an nice but uneventful day in the city.
Love and take care,
Sunday, July 08, 2018
Anna's hiking buddy dumpSorry I haven't written very much recently, but I think I have a pretty good story today. It's summer now, so me and three of my girlfriends went for a backcountry hiking and camping trip to the West Coast of Canada. We did a three day hike and it was so beautiful! Even better, there was almost no rain and I ended up doing another buddy dump!
On the first night we stayed at a camp site that we had almost completely to ourselves, with only one more couple having pitched their tent there. We stayed up late at the campfire and then went to sleep in our tents around midnight. I was sharing the tent with Danielle and my friends Amber and Bebe were in the other tent.
When I got out of the tent early next morning, Bebe had already made coffee and was sitting on a log sipping from a blue cup. The two other girls were still asleep. I don't remember if I have described Bebe before, but she is quite a bit taller than me with shoulder length red hair, freckles and pale skin. She's not nearly as curvy as I am around the chest, but her rear end is very much on the plump side. Anyway, Bebe had put her red hair in a green bandana this morning. She was wearing her jacket up top, but then only her panties at the bottom. I asked her if she was cold, and she said no, even though I could see that she had goosebumps all over her legs, haha. I poured myself a cup of coffee and Bebeb had another one too. We chatted for a bit and the Bebe put down her mug and announced, "I have to poop". In the past, I think I probably wouldn't have said much anything, but this time I was like, "me, too" and then added, "lets go!". I guess I felt emboldened because I am kinda suspecting that Bebe doesn't mind the company and maybe even gets a little thrill doing a buddy dump. I quickly got some paper out of my pack and then we headed off into the woods.
There was a little spot surounded by thick ferns where we all had peed the night before a couple of times. I pulled down my hiking shorts and pink panties and then stepped out of them with one foot and kinda bunched them up on the other one. Bebe quickly took off her panties and hung them on a low branch. We both squatted down and Bebe immediately did a loud wet fart and then another one and I could actually see a little bit of wet poo spraying from her bum onto the ground. She was like, "Upps, I'm sorry. This is embarrassing.". Then she started to pee and so did I. I had to move my boot a bit so that I would't pee on my shorts and panties. Without much effort my poo started to crackle out. It was kinda soft and continous with a couple of small farts coming out in between as well. Bebe was grunting quietly. A long, not too thick log was hanging from her big bottom with a little trickle of pee going down her poo tail. Every time she pushed, more pee spurted out between her legs. The turd started to curl up on the ground and then finally dropped off, and Bebe let out a big sigh of relief. I wasn't done yet with more and more poo coming out and kinda piling up below my bum. Both Bebe's and my poo were stinking pretty badly. She peed some more and then asked me to hand her the paper. To wipe, she got up and stuck out her bare bum while she cleaned up using a ton of sheets which she dropped on her turd. Finally I was done as well. I wiped my front and then cleaned up my hole and bum cheeks. Bebe was looking at our piles and was like "oh wow" and all giggling. Then she put her panties back on and I pulled up my shorts as well, feeling very relieved! We put some dirt on our poops and then headed back to the tents. When we got there Danielle was just coming out of her tent and asked us for the tp. She headed of into the woods and Bebe was like, "watch out, Anna and I just took a massive dump over there", which Danielle found hilarious. She was gone for a while, so I think she maybe needed a number two as well.
The next two days, I did a couple more poos in the woods and I don't think the other girls were holding back either. But that was my only buddy dump, haha. I hope you liked the story.
Well, another memory from long ago...it seems strange looking back, but most of my memories of pooping or general toilet activities stem from my very early teens...I guess that's when we are going through most of our physical changes, and are the most curious about our bodily functions, can't think of any other explanation. There are a couple more memories of swimming pool toilet visits involving my friends Neal and Lee who I mentioned last time, but there's a non pool related one involving my schoolmate Chris, who I had the toilet visit experience with, during the school group swmming session.
Now, all those years ago, Chris had an air rifle, and nowhere to safely use it, but I had access to the ideal place. My late grandfather rented an allotment garden on the outskirts of town. Next to the allotments was a rough field, a mixture of long grass and bushes,beyong that, a large industrial estate. The only access to the field was through a thick hedge from the allotments, so I suggested that Chris could bring his rifle down there, as long as he let me have a few goes with it. Of course, he was really keen, so one day during one of our school holidays, we set off to the field. Chris took this really seriously, turning up in camouflage jacket and trousers, I was just wearing old jeans and T shirt. We spent some time sharing the rifle, taking aim at many of the pigeons that were in the area...think all of the pigeons were lucky that day, as neither of us were very good shots. We'd been there for about an hour, when Chris handed me the rifle, and said was desperate to 'go toilet'. I knew straight away that he needed to poop, as not long before, we'd both had a pee together, having the usual competion that boys do, to see who could squirt the furthest...Chris easily won....I'd never had a really strong flow :(. I asked him if he was going to hide in the bushes to do it, but he said because there was only the two of us there, he'd do it where we were if I didn't mind. I said I didn't mind, and then asked if he minded if I watched. I'd only ever seen someone near my age, poop before, and that was my friend Susan when we went for that bike ride not many months before, I'd never seen another boy doing a poop.
He laughed, and said that was ok, and told me that he and his slightly older brother had often watched each other, and had 'competitions' to see who could poop the fastest and biggest.I asked him if he needed any toilet paper, but he told me he always carried some with him, as he often got an uncontrollable urge to go, he said he always had some in his pocket at school as well, as the school toilet paper was that horrible shiny stuff that wasn't very good to use.
He took his jacket off, pulled his T shirt up over his ????, and pulled his trousers and red underpants right down to his ankles, and squatted down with his back to me. I was totally amazed by what happened next. Most of us have probably seen a cow empty it's bowels, well Chris was like a miniature version of that. The moment he'd squatted, here was a loud PFFFFLLLAARRRTTTTT!!!, and a thick very soft mass of poop expoding from his bottom. It was kind of all together at the start, but broke up as it fell to the ground, before spreading out in a mushy soft pile, just like a miniature 'cow pat'. He stayed in position for only a minute or so, straining slightly, and adding a few more sloppy blobs to the pile.
I asked him if his poop was always that sloppy...he said not always, but couldn't remember ever doing a hard poop, it was always either very soft small logs, or sloppy. He told me that when he was younger, his mum had asked the doctor if he was ok, but after a few checks, the doctor had told him it was normal for him, he'd just got sensitive bowels that didn't want to hold their contents for too long. I guess we now know this as IBS.
He started to wipe his bottom, then asked if he could have some of my paper, as he was really sticky after that wet poop, and had used all of his...of course, I let him have mine.
That was my one and only time of ever actually seeing another boy doing a poop, another little part of the curiosities of growing up.
Of course, we moved away from Chris's production, as on a warm day, it was attacting the flies. I think we had another 'pee' competion before going home as well.
I'll be back in a week or two with one of my last memories of my friends at the swimming pool.
Story from NorwayCamping at the coast line. At the same place there also were two mature women camping. This morning I saw one of them going to toilet outdoor. She was squatting behind a big stone. I saw her white bum from behind. Luckily she did not see me. That would have been embarrassing for both of us I think. Later I went over there and found that she had left two big turds and put the paper away under some stones.
My 1st Post. My Friend Got Constipated...Hi. This is my first post but technically my second because my first post under a different name was never posted. Anyway I'm a 19 year old woman who's 5 feet and 2 inches tall and weighs 115 pounds. My best friend Ian is my age and him and I have known each other since we were little. We talk about our pooping habits with each other a lot and have no problem seeing or even helping each other poop. He was constipated a few weeks ago when he was at my house and asked me to help. I rubbed his stomach for him and held his hand while he tried to push it out. It took him about 30 minutes but he finally pooped a big turd that barely fit down the toilet.
Motions in OfficeHi, Bad Mina is back. I never forget you everyone. For new people, I am Korean Japanese woman, 20s, medium size, and I love to sit on the loo. I live with my three best friends in 2 flats next door each other, and we all love loo!! We all eat like tyrannosaurus, so when we go to loo, we are very very busy long time, it is lucky our loos have appetite of sumo wrestler.
But I think last Wednesday I broke my record of huge motion. I don't know the reason why, but I didn't need a motion Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday morning, but after eat big lunch with my colleague Mari, she is small girl but she eat maybe more than me and she push king cobra out from her bottom three times a day, I got strong signal from my bottom. Mari usually go for motion in office loo after her lunch, so I said to her, "today I go with you, is it OK?" of course she said "yes", I have very very good relationship with Mari and we did a diarrhoea together before after eat curry in restaurant which closed for ever short time later. I told this story before. after two huge diarrhoeas we gave big hug each other.
So we entered ladies' room, it was empty and we took neighbor cubicles. And we bared bottoms and sat on loos. Soon it was hear plop sounds many many from both cubicle, Mari was first but I was very soon after. Then pause, then more plops, then pause, then more plops, Mari did o-nara (it is fart) a few times but I didn't. After maybe 5 minutes we both flush. Then another woman enter room and took cubicle next to me, so Mari and me decided to rest, it was lucky that woman finished soon with only wee and when she left room, at once many plops from both cubicle same time. Mari giggled and me too. Of course there was big smell in room, maybe that was reason for woman do only wee.
After maybe 10 minutes, and many more plops, I hear washlet sound from Mari. "You finish?" "Yes I finish, how about you Mina?" "I don't finish, I think lots more come out...." Mari dried her bottom and flushed and washed her hands, when she washing hands I opened my bottom again and snake came out and broke many pieces again, plop plop plop plop. Now it was quite soft one. Mari said, "I tell boss you come soon." Our boss is very reasonable about loo, she never say "why you stay so long time??"
I look in loo and saw mountain so I flushed again, then I dropped one more snake, which broke into pieces, then I did little ones more 5 minutes. Finally I finish. Wow! How huge one I do!! I felt good then, I thought, how paradise it is to do a so huge motion. I arrive in office, Mari gave me smile and boss too, and I sat at desk with feeling very empty and comfortable.
When I came home in evening I told me friends, because Maho worry I am constipate, and Kazuko said, "urayamashii!!" it means envy. But I said her, "why you envy? You do same size motion every day!" and it is true, so Kazuko shut up and gave me little tap on bottom. Kazuko sit on loo more ten minutes every day and she do and do and do, I think her intestine is size of reticulated python. It is pleasure to see her on loo, she has so happy smile on face. When I am depress, I look at Kazuko's face while she do and do, then I don't depress so much.
I am sorry if this is boring story. But maybe not boring so much, because many people write similar story, and they are never boring!! I love stories this site and I am busy to translate for my friends. Victoria B, your little story few days ago was so lovely!! I wanted to go America and enter your loo and give you kiss before you finish to do. So I hope someone invent earth rocket soon, then I can go your house in 5 minutes. But I need a many money...
I hope everyone have happy relax time on loo and everyone is happy all the time.
Love from Mina and friends
A reply and quick storyHi Becc! I'm really, really pleased you enjoyed the story! It's nice to hear you can relate to how I feel! I don't really know how to explain why I enjoy it so much or why I get the thrill... I just do! I just find it especially exciting that somebody else knows i'm going, even though it's something that absolutely everyone does.
I was out shopping today and as you may know, it has been very warm here in the UK so I've been drinking plenty of fluids. Lemonade in this case. Of course what goes in must come out so I stopped at a local cafe to use their toilets, and get lunch there as well. It's only fair that I help support them.
I explained to the girl working there that I would order something in a moment, I just needed to use the loo first and she said that was fine with a smile. So I locked the stall door, lifted my skirt up over my bum and pulled down my knickers to my knees as I sat. Immediately I noticed something, the seats were chilled! The whole bathroom was rather warm but the seats were cool! I don't know how they do it but I loved it.
After a few seconds I started getting rid of all the lemonade I had drank earlier, a relaxed gentle stream that delicately tinkled into the water. It felt lovely. I went for around 20 seconds and carefully wiped myself before standing up, pulling up my knickers, lowering and smoothing my skirt and then flushing.
I washed my hands and left with a huge smile, having really enjoyed the cooling sensation on my bum and legs! I ordered lunch and left a little tip as a thank you, and I'll definitely be going there again!
To: CassieCassie, if this happens again, I would definitely talk to your mom or dad and seriously consider making a DR.'s appointment. I hope everything is okay.
Quick StoryHey all! Sorry I've been absent. I was on vacation to the beach with my family this past week. I had a great time! I was hoping to come back with a story about dropping a huge load next to some bikini-clad babes, but unfortunately, the beach I was at had no public toilets! I suppose it didn't really need them though, since all the hotels and beach houses were right on the shore. My parents had rented one of the beach houses that had a walkway right down to the water. It was so convenient. I was lucky enough to have my own toilet in the beach house off the bedroom I was staying in. The toilet in it was old and a little cramped, but it was nice. If I leaned forward while I was on it, I could rest my head on the sink and the paper holder was probably only half an inch from my thigh. It had a round seat that cupped my butt rather nicely. The bowl was deep too, so my poops had a bit of fall distance to the water, making my plops pretty loud! I'll tell you all about my favorite dump that I took in it during my stay.
It was the day after we had gone to an all-you-can-eat buffet that had crab legs, all sorts of seafood, prime rib, and lots of tasty desserts! I ate my fill and then some that night haha! I spent the next day chilling on the beach, swimming in the water and relaxing under the umbrella with my mom. Late in the morning, probably 10:30 or 11 o'clock, I was sitting under the umbrella with my mom and having a drink when I could feel my intestines start to shift and my bowels fill up with a big dump. I waited a little bit, finished my drink, before getting up and walking back to the beach house to drop what was probably going to be a monster load.
I got back the house, went to my bathroom, closed the door, dropped my bikini bottoms (just plain black) to my knees, and settled my butt on the toilet seat. I started with some small, buzzy farts that smelled heavily of the poop right inside my butt. I gave a push and a long, soft log started to curl out of me. It dropped off at about 6 inches in length, and another one the same size quickly followed. The bathroom started to reek already and I had only just begun! I farted loud and wet and a load of small, mushy turds rapidly plopped into the bowl. I stayed seated for a few minutes before dropping another round of mushy plops into the toilet and farting out some more buzzing farts that were trapped behind my poop. I sat another minute or 2 before I pushed out 3 more soft, 4-6 inch turds. I farted one last time and felt like I was done. I was kind of sleepy, so I got off the toilet, undressed, took a quick shower to get the sticky feeling of the salt water off me (and the sticky poop out of my butt haha) and took a nap for about an hour. It was such a nice vacation, I'm sad it's over.
Been really enjoying everyone's posts, and I'll post another story from my college days soon! Peace!
Unsatisfying poopsHiya! It's me. I've been having some really unsatisfying poops lately. I wrote this up earlier, but accidentally closed the window and lost it. I've been stopped up for a while, not constipation, but something like it I guess. It's not like I can't poo, it's just I don't have the urge until I, well, do. My schedule's changed from a pleasurable once a day to once a week if I'm lucky. They're not really logs anymore, it's just short, mushy turds or hard, stuck-together-pebbles. You'd think the mushy ones would pass easily, but even then I have to push really hard for them to sludge out. My poo sessions have become so infrequent and difficult that I can no longer look forward to them as a reliable, pleasurable experience to take the edge off of the day, you know what I mean? Anyway, that's all with this update. I've got some stories from the past to tell later, so I'll tell those if nothing gets better with my ????.
Also! Becc and Victoria B, I really enjoy your stories!! They're great fun to read and a nice insight into others' lives.
To Dylan concerning datesHi Dylan,
though I don't have IBS or something similar I know what you mean. Being blind ment a similar question to me when dating. Finding the right time and place to tell your situation is challenging and will be different every time.
So my only advice for you is to be sel conscious and tell your lover what's your situation. Don't try to play some tricks on your partner since that would only make things worse. Either they accept your situation (which you didn't choose either) or they should leave. And you should also explain that bringing this topic up is not easy for you. Remember: You don't ask them to change your diapers but respect your situation and needs.
To CassieHi Cassie! Great stories you've been sharing, especially the one about last night! Wow, it sounds like you've pooped out at least 10 pieces that night. Had it been a long time since you last pooped or have you eaten a lot that day to be able to do so much at night?
Your technique of squatting to poo sounds very interesting and I really want to try! How do you usually squat? Do you bend your knees and just hover over the seat without actually touching it or do you climb onto the side of the toilet and place your foot on the brim of the bowl and actually squat into the toilet? And why do you prefer to squat when going poo? I/m curious because I am thinking of trying it! Please keep the stories coming! I love how interesting they are and they're very fun to read!
Another story about my momHere is another story about my mom. This actually happened back in December.
Me, my sister, and my mom were on our way to Wal-Mart to buy Christmas presents for our relatives, and my mom had made a comment earlier about being gassy.
Halfway there my mom leaned over while driving and farted loud. Her butt was aimed at my older sister, who was in the passenger seat.
"MOM!" my sister screamed, and my mom laughed. A few minutes later she did it again.
We arrived at Wal-Mart and we walking in the parking lot and I heard my mom's stomach rumble. She walked past me and got in front of my sister and farted again. This one was louder than the other two she had done earlier.
When we went inside, we went out separate ways. I eventually ran into my sister who had picked some towels for my aunt. We went looking for mom, and found her in the book section. Nobody else was there, and she said come see if there is any book you like.
My sister started walking that way, and from the smirk my mom had, I could tell what she was planning to do. As soon as my sister got behind her, she farted.
Expect the fart sounded extremely wet. The look on my mother's face confirmed my suspicion. She had sharted. Her eyes were wide and she put a hand over her mouth. My mom still with eyes wide said "Buy your things and go to the car. I'm going to the bathr-" she didn't even finish her sentence and took off running.
I wonder what people thought of seeing a red headed woman running through Wal-Mart. Me and my sister brought our things and went to the car. My mom had the key, so we stood out in the cold for half a hour.
My mom finally showed up, and didn't say anything as she got in the car and let us in. Halfway home though, my mom started groaning and said "I think I still have to go."
We were able to make it home, and my mom ran up to the door. My mom then realized she had left the key in the car, and yelled at my sister to get it. My sister was slow getting the key (I know she did that on purpose) and when she finally handed my mom the key, I heard a loud wet fart from my mom, and her facial expression told me she was pooping herself.
She unlocked the door, and I noticed a blown stain on the back of her pants. As soon as she opened the door, she ran to the bathroom.
Hope you enjoyed the story.
Hello everyone, I'm new to this site, and I have two questions for all of you: Was/is your family open about farting? Have you ever been farted on? My answer is a yes to both of those questions.
I lived with my aunt, uncle, and cousin. My cousin was the same age as me. My uncle and cousin would fart a lot, and my aunt would always get annoyed. My uncle was around 5'8 and was a bit overweight. He had short brown hair on the top of his head. I still have the memory of when I was around 13, and my uncle had came home from work early.
Aunt: Why are you home from work early?
Uncle: I shit my pants.
Uncle: I was having a farting contest with my co-worker during break and sharted.
My uncle had a sister, who was two years younger than him. She was about the same height and weight as my uncle. Her hair was also brown, and went below her ears. Whenever she visited, she would always give me and my cousin a hug, and she would break away from the hug, turn around, and fart.
My aunt always tried to make our family look classy in front of people, but it was thrown out the window the moment my uncle, other aunt, or cousin farted.
Re: DylanIn regards to your medical issues all I can say is take things slow. Get to know your lover on a deeper level and gage his/her maturity level. I wouldn't lead with "I have to wear diapers" but at some point you' Probably have to let him/her know. Maybe light-heartedly say "I can't have that, it gives me a ???? ache" or "i'm not feeling well." Wait for your partner to inquire if you can time it out right. If you can't, after getting semi close, ask him about something you perceive him/her to be self-conscious about, or ask him/her about an embarrassing moment. After the ice is broken mention you have a bowel disorder or however you want to word it. If he/she is a keeper he/she will look past your INS. But I don't know, i'm Not a doctor.
End Stall Em
Schedules, bathrooms, anxiety, etc.Although my official residence is at a dorm on my university's campus, I stay over at my boyfriend's apartment at least once or twice a week. He has a wicked work schedule especially in the summer at his family's landscaping business but we cherish our time together, if you know what I mean. When I'm staying over and for the few times a year my car's in the shop, he has to drive me either to campus or the mall I work at. I admit they are on the other side of the county and they disrupt his daily schedule.
Recently we had such a situation. He woke me up because I had overslept. He had been up since 4 a.m., had finished his coffee and was revving to go. I don't know how many times Spencer told me he wanted to be the first in line at the sod yard to get his load so his crew could get started right at sun-up. That way they would finish in early afternoon before the heat and humidity got bad. So I poured the remaining coffee into a thermos and actually beat him downstairs to his bright red truck.
I had the engine on with the lights when Spencer came flying down the stairs. He yanked the driver's door open, and had his right leg on the middle step, about to bounce into the seat. He swore, slammed the door and was talking too loud about forgetting something so loud I could still hear him in the humid air. I watched as he went back into our apartment. Sure enough after about 25 seconds our bathroom light went on.
This so amused me because I knew that his bright colored boxers and jeans were at floor level and that he was taking what several members of his large family call their 'daily dump.' He's very deliberate about this. My thoughts went back about 6 years ago when he came over to my parents' house in the middle of the afternoon, while laying sod in our neighborhood, and asked to use our toilet. Because he was sweating so profusely, I went to our hall closet, got a large bath towel, and when I opened the door to give it to him, I was surprised that he was sitting on what probably was a nest of a half roll of toilet paper spread over the seat. I later learned he does that anytime he's away from home. My parents, when I told them, thought that was strange, too.
So on this morning I saw our bathroom light go off after about 2 minutes. Spencer's very good about getting down to business, if you know what I mean. He comes running to the truck and as we were leaving our parking space and he was complaining about us being late, I played stupid and asked him what he had been doing. He lied. He said he was looking up something on his computer. Not! It's in the living room. I asked him what he needed to find out. He stuttered and stammered his way in a circle and around again a few times. I accept he's very fastidious about using public bathrooms and cleanliness.
Since we had a 45 minute trip ahead of us, I decided not to let him off easily. We were on a county road about 2 miles from a public park that he knows I sometimes stop at for my morning crap. So I feigned pain between my legs, blamed it on his strong coffee that I had drank too fast, and told him I had to get onto a toilet at the park because otherwise my bladder was going to burst in his truck. I could see he was becoming agitated because he didn't want to stop. He's been critical of me before because I tend to take my bodily needs as they come. In high school, I probably had 60% of my craps there. And on average, I peed there once or twice a day.
I started unlatching my slacks as we neared the park. He reached behind his seat and pulled out a 2.5 ounce red plastic gas can. He handed it to me, told me to take the cap off. He said it was empty, the road we were on was smooth enough, and I could just lean up against the dash and pee into it. I told him I wanted to use a normal toilet. I flipped off something about the United Nations making it a guaranteed human right, but then I started to give him the first hints that it was all a tease. It did take him a while to calm down. Once we got to the mall, my crap was ready to come. In a couple of minutes, I was on the seat of the end stall of the main first floor bathroom. Some of my colleagues were already well into their morning craps when I joined them.
There wasn't a lot of talk. If there was, I was convinced I had the story of the day.
fun day at workHello everyone. Im a first time poster here. I ve been reading alot of stories on and off for awhile and i decided to finally post one of my own. Yhis is a story that happened when i used to work for a local college. I worked as a building maintenance person there. I has a coworker named Carrie who i was very good friends with. Actually we re still friends and still keep in touch. Carrie is a very beautiful short haired blonde woman in her mid 50s. She has an athletic body and you can tell she works out often to stay looking so good. Part of what made her so much fun to work with was how we could always talk to each other about anything. She, like myself was always very open about bathroom habits and talking about the subject with no shame. The buildings we usually worked in were dorms that had unisex restrooms. We used the restroom around each other all the time for peeing and thought nothing of it. One day we decided to go out to lunch at an all you can eat pizza buffet and we really stuffed ourselves. It wasnt too long after we got back to work i felt the making of a huge dump coming on. I was hoping i d be able to hold it until our next break time as we had alot of work to do. Break time finally came and i was very relieved because i wasnt sure how much longer i could hold it in. I started walking towards the nearest restroom which was a unisex one. Carrie came up beside me and was apparently on her way in too. Now as i mentioned before we had gone in the presence of each other before but just to pee. Even tough neither of us were very shy about that type of thing i still couldn't help but feel a little nervous about having to poop while carrie was around and her knowing what i was doing. I decided to lighten the feeling by joking around with Carrie about it as i knew at that point i really didnt have much choice. I was already fighting hard to keep it in and theres no way i d make it till the end of our shift. I said hey Carrie im probably going to be here awhile cuz i gotta take a wicked dump. Thats ok said Carrie because im going to poop as well. My nervous feelings quickly turned to excitement. I couldnt believe i was going to get to share a dump with my beautiful friend right next to me. The piazza must have got to her too because she once told me she tries to poop in the morning before coming to work so she ll be good for the rest of the day. As i said we were always really open about talking about this sort of thing to each other. Carrie went into a stall and i took the one right next to her. I pulled my pants and underware all the way down and sat on yhe toilet. I listened to Carrie do the same as she got situated on her toilet. I knew i ate way too much at lunch she giggled. Yea me too i said. Since i was fighting so hard to hold it in it didnt take long at all for my turd to begin sliding out. I heard a tell tale crackling sound coming from Carrie s stall. It sounded like her anus was opening up. Then Carrie left out a soft little moan. Are you ok over there? I asked her. Oh yea she replied giggling its just really streching me out good. We both laughed at that. Just then part of my turd broke off and hit the water with a loud splash. Sounds like your having an easier time over there said Carrie. Yea i think it was about a photo finish for me making it to the toilet i said. We both found that funny. Then Carrie s turd came out and hit the water with a loud splash and she farted. It was a pretty loud fart that echoed all throughout the restroom. We really got a good laugh from that. Just then a girl came in. It looked like she was just checking her makeup or something because she just stood in front of the mirror and left pretty quickly. She was probably in a hurry because we were really starting to stink. I was pretty well done by then so i started getting toilet paper ready for what was sure to be a big job. Carrie dropped some more turds and started tearing off tp top. Oh crap, hey old buudy old pal she said, would you be so kind to spare some toilet paper? Of course i replied. I torn off a long stretch for her and put it in her out streched hand under the privacy stall. Thaks your a life saver she told me. Glad to help i assured her. Do you need more i asked. Yea actually i do she said giggling. I gave her another long stretch and finished wiping myself. Dont flush yet she told me, i want to see whos is bigger. I said ok and laughed. Now i was really excited. Not only did i get to take a dump next to carrie but i d actually get to see the finished product. Carrie finished wiping and oped her door. Man we really stank it up in here she giggled. yea we did i said laughing myself. Carries turds were bigger by far. Ha ha beat ya she playfully sneared. Congratulations i said laughing . then we flushed our toilets and some how they both went down. We washed our hands and went back to work. When we got done for the day we walked out to our vehicles together. That was alot of fun today Carrie said to me with a pretty smile on her face. Yea i had fun too i said. She suggested we do it again sometime and i said i would really like that. Then she gave me a big hug. Unfortunately we never did get to poop together again as i got another job not long after that. We were even closer friends after that day and we still talk at least once a week and stay in close touch. I hope one day we do get the chance to fo that again and relive an awesome day together.
Anna from Austria
big poo and no toilet paperLast Wednesday I had lunch with my coworkers at Mexican Restaurant. When I was about to finish work, my stomach started to rumble and i rushed to the ladies. I even let out a small fart on the way to the toilet. I hope nobody smelled it. I entered the Ladies and took one of the 2 stalls. Unfortunately, I did not check my surroundings, because the thing that was about to happen to me in a few minutes never happened before.
I looked the door pulled down my pants and my thong and as soon as I was seated my bum started to open and I did some very wet almost liquid poo and lots of farts. I was sitting on the toilet literally exploding for 3 or even 4 minutes. I do not know. My stomach did not agree with the spicy food I guess.
Then when I wanted to wipe, I saw that there was no toilet paper. I had no choice to leave the stall with my pants down but there was also no paper left !!!. There way even no paper left for washing the hands.
I was shocked and was thinking what I could do about it. Going home without wiping was out of the question because I am sure my butt was very dirty . So headed back to my first stall, to flush. Then I took the only chance I had. I took my smartphone and called one of my coworkers to help me out. Luckily she was still in the office. I explained to her the situation and luckily she agreed to help me out.
After 5 minutes of waiting she finally came along with a lot of tissue paper. She told me that she could not find any toilet paper in the other ladies room on our floor as well. So she took some tissues. I thanked her, then she left the room very quickly and I finally could wipe and leave the toilet as well. As expected I had to wipe a lot.
That's the story for today. I hope this will never happen to me again.
Had some other ladies here such unpleasant experiences as well?
greetings from Austria
Poo i did and surveyHey all,
Today i was at the grocery store when i suddenly farted uncontrollably so I quickly ran to the closet bathroom, i pulled down my pants and started pooing immediately, it felt like a volcano erupted out of me. After the poop was all out i got up to see the poo and omg i filled the bowl so high with so many huge pieces and i knew that this would not flush. I sat down afterwards And wiped my bottom. After i was done I realised a couple of women walked in, I immediately panicked and was thinking 'shit I'm in the wrong bathroom', the women recognised the smell and said 'ew somebodys shitting' so they all ran out I imagine holding their noses. I got up and washed my hands and ran out. Once i got those women approached me and said ' hey you dumb ???? this is the women's bathroom you should've read the sign' and i said 'sorry i was in a bit of a rush' they said 'its ok you stinky ????' we all laughed and they went back to the bathroom with airwick in hand. I heard a huge scream 'EWWWW HE DIDN'T EVEN FLUSH HIS BIG SHIT' to which i made a run for it.
Guys i have a couple of questions for you all be free to answer if you want.
1. Have you ever seen someone poo?
2. Have you ever done a poo infront of someone?
3. How long do you take to wee/poo?
4. What's the most awkward moment you had in regards to poo/wee?
Thanks guys see ya soon
Thursday, July 05, 2018
Pete The Poop
Some great stories on here. I went for a pizza the other night and part way through I went to the single unisex toilet. I had a pee and then washed my hands and dried them with a paper towel. When I went to put in the bin as I lifted the lid I saw a pair of soiled panties. However they weren't massively soild from the looks of it. Which made me wonder how soiled would u need your panties to be before you binned them. Being in a restaurant I'd have been surprised if a spare pair was readily available unless ladies normal carry them,
The morning after at work following the pizza and drinking (footie) I had to have several poops. One when I got out of bed then a pretty explosive one at work that splattered around the bowel. Went to the 2 gender neutral toilets at the café at work and enjoyed a cup of tea after the relieving dump
Rules for 2018This year I have set myself rules so for six months so far at home I only sit to pee and poop on Saturdays, Sundays and Wednesdays. On Mondays and Fridays I squat for both, Tuesdays I sit to pee and Thursdays I sit to Poop.
In other peoples homes I always squat.
In public toilets I use urinals to pee but always squat to poop.
In unisex toilets I allow my self to sit if I follow a female
pete the poop
I'm amazed reading these stories at how much some people have to poop. Jane the secretary is one great example and funnily enough the gent she overheard. 45 minutes of on off pooping is wow. I sometimes go 2 or 3 times in relatively quick succession so I maybe I should just wait a bit longer.
At ChurchI was talking to the churchwarden at the church about the shit that was left at the back door to the hall, (I know that men peed at the dust bins by the gate and that females peed in this door way). I was saying about why not extend the cctv to cover that door, he said it had not worked for over 15 years, (I thought that I could get to see females pee there if there was a camera put there but no). He then went on to tell me a anecdote from his past.
As a young policemen, he was assisting an older officer in keep an overnight watch in a town center shop to combat recent burglaries. They were on the premises of a shop with a recessed doorway with a glass door and letter box at the bottom, with blinds pulled down.
There was no sign of any action for hours, but as the pubs closed they hear voices, he was laid on the floor peering out under the blinds. To his alarm a huge man stopped outside the shop, furtively looking up and down the street, he beckoned to his accomplice to enter the doorway. He thought this is it!
When his young female partner in crime entered the doorway, turned around, pulled up her skirt, lowered her knickers, knelt down and started to pee in front of his very eyes!.
However his colleague, got his long truncheon, lifted the letter box and pushed it through until it touched her bum. She leaped up still in midstream and ran out of the doorway and up the street screaming her head off. Expected the male to return and check out her allegation but he believed she had imagined it.
The two police encountered no burglars that night!