Victoria B.

Number three?


A few replies first.

To Dayna: Way to work that plunger dude! I also think the toilet is a great place to sit and contemplate the mysteries of the universe!

To Becc: Yay for self-acceptance! Proud of you!

I began today in my preferred style-sitting on the pot. The urge hit me almost as soon as I was awake and I headed right for the bathroom after getting out of bed. Once there I closed the door and flipped on the lights and fan before giving the notoriously slow-heating shower water a head start. Once this was done I dropped my gingham undies and sat down, appreciating the cupping of my butt by our contoured toilet seat.

I've referred to pooping as number two since potty training days, but this was more like a number three. Soft-serve, pee, and farts all came out simultaneously in what was maybe twenty seconds-twenty of the best seconds of my day. This was truly a dump for the ages. My load switched to something a little firmer while I was pooping it, something which still didn't slow it down. When it was over I couldn't help but let out a pleasured moan. What a ride! I took off my oversized t-shirt and threw it next to my underwear and hopped into a nice, relaxing shower, saving the flush for when I got out due to my weird superstition about flushing a toilet when the shower is running.



Unflushed toilet

Saw something kind of disgusting today. I was walking home and on my way through the park i needed to pee so i went into the park toilets. The smell was pretty bad so i glanced around, but none of the doors were shut (none of them have locks anyway but you can hold them closed.) Pushing open the door to the middle cubicle i saw a pile of shit inside the toilet, with a crudely made toilet paper cover still left on the seat. Whoever dropped this one clearly wanted to get out of there fast!


Reply to Cassie

Cassie - thank you for the answers! I will follow your tips when I decide to try. And Sarah was probably more unladylike than you were at the cafe bathroom and I wouldn't have acted the way she did.

Also, great story about your brother's friend Chris! What you did was really clever, btw. What sort of show did you put on for him? Did he enjoy watching you? Were you nervous during the show? It must have felt really good to have him wipe your girlparts afterwards! And even better to have held his willy when he peed! It really was an itch that can't be scratched, not yet at least. From all this, I can tell this might be the start of an exciting relationship!! Will you keep me updated on how it goes?

Good luck!



Hi, I'm Melanie, I'm 17 years old.
I've been reading this forum for a couple of years now and I've wanted to post, but I never really thought I had any stories that were worth posting until this morning I remembered a time when I was really constipated.
I've always been constipated- ever since I was a baby. I didn't like to drink water much so as a result my poos were always big and rock hard. I would go days between visits to the toilet and I remember walking around with my stomach bulging with days of poop getting harder and harder. My parents tried all sorts of things. I had to partake in "sit times" several times per day, but that didn't really work, and I had to take stool softeners too but those never worked either. Of course I was a really gassy kid too because my intestines were always loaded with poo. I used to get in trouble for farting all the time and sometimes if I did a particularly loud one, my mother would say "That sounded like a loaded fart," and make me go sit on the toilet. Of course nothing ever came out. I was always encouraged to "push," by my parents too. Now adays I feel that if I had a child I wouldn't want them doing that because of the risk of developing hemmeroids, but in my mother's eyes that apparently wasn't an issue. She'd always know when I was having trouble pooing and I never knew why until I got older. She would listen outside the door.
I remember sometimes her barging in because my breathing was heavy and asking me whether I was having trouble doing a poo. Suppositories or enemas were never used in my household. I was always just encouraged to push. Sometimes if it was really hard my mother would let me squat on the floor with some toilet paper underneath me for the huge poo to land on, but that never really worked much. I can only remember a couple of instances when I pooed on the floor. The other thing that was sometimes used was me lying on the floor with my legs up and my mother pushing and rubbing my bloated stomach as I laid there farting away from the pressure.
I distinctly remember a time as well when I had gone to the toilet and asked my mother to wipe me but she told me there was still a big hard poo sticking out of my bottom and that I had to push that out too.
Well, I guess that's all for now.
Does anybody else have any stories of their parents helping them get a contsipated poo out? I'd love to hear them.
- Melanie.


To Jacqueline

I have the same problem but not quite as bad as you. I have an enlarged prostate glan and my neurological condition affects my bladder and it operations.
I strongly suggest you see a urologist. You did say you saw a doctor but maybe you saw the wrong one!
One thing that upsets the bladder is energy drinks or drinks high in caffeine. This really affects me. Next big problem is constipation...increases chances of wetting pants as the colon presses on the bladder. Do you have fecal incontinence too? That is an important question. Next subject is you could see an incontinence nurse for some ideas. Next exercise is to drink plenty of water and try holding your urine for a little longer than you would. This will improve the tone of the bladder . Particularly when you are at home try holding your urine for a little longer.
I wear continence underwear (disposal) and it is good for my bladder and bowel problems. A side benefit is i can fart without fear because if I what.
A practical problem is that I cannot go into any change rooms etc because of my continence issue and after act secretly if staying at someone else's home.
Such is my life but I hope the above might be of some help.


my logical timed experiment

I spoke to mum about my accident and she suggested that maybe I had simply held on to it too long. So I did an experiment, just to see, crazy right, well, 48 hours 22minutes 11 seconds, Dinner +2 hours and that was it.
I could start to feel it from about the 40 hour mark and from 45 hours I held it in. 48:22:11 there was no holding it back, it was coming out like it or not, fortunately this time I was in the shower and not in bed. I held the log in with my finger while I positioned myself over the toilet in a low squat. I then removed my hold and relaxed, I didn't need to push it was free moving. About 1inch and 1/2 round flattened on the end from where I stopped it, firm, smooth, light brown, with an earthy smell. The log came out pretty much all at once in a rope, at about the 1foot point it snapped and I had to push the tail out, same thickness about 8 inches long, tapering at the end. It slipped in beside the first one in the hole at the bottom of the bowl. I then did a pee for around 50 seconds. I rolled off some paper folded it and wiped my butt folded it again and wiped once more. I then rolled off some more and patted my kat, stepped down and flushed. I am convinced now that my bed poop accident was simply due to me not attending to my need earlier as mum puts it rather than an issue.
mum suggested that I take care of it when I first feel it rather than waiting but I really enjoy the feeling of having a full bum before I do it. If I was to go earlier I think I would have to push more too
on another note for those following, I still can't stop thinking about my pee with criss, I am soo planning on doing that again. Just not sure when thou. I want to ask him out but how would David react.


Long grass

Hi all

Just a quick story today. Last week I had been out with some friends to the pub, but left around 8.30pm when its still light. On the way back I started to need a wee and as I crossed the park I was walking through I had an idea. Around the edge of the field is some tall grass which has been left for some reason. I stepped into it, lifted up my dress and pulled my knickers down, then squatted down. Nobody could see anything because of the high grass and it felt really liberating to go so openly!


Saturday, July 14, 2018


4th of July hassles

I guess it just happens, but several of the mothers of my babysitting kids work fast food or in other types of restaurants. This means they are often scheduled to work on a holiday. Often with little or no notice. So on 4th of July I got called at 5:30 a.m. by a mom with a 5-year old girl, a 6-year old daughter and a 7 year old cousin who was staying with them probably because he's so difficult to handle. For example, I had the sprinkler going full force in our back yard and Ashley and Angie were enjoying themselves dancing through it. Then Ollie walked right up to the unit, pulled down the front of his swim trunks and tired to blast down with his piss the water the unit was throwing. Then he swore at me when I gave him a time out. This was all in front of some older neighbors who were entertaining on their deck. Then about an hour later he was threatening to splash-piss Ashley and Angie who were complaining the water was getting too cold. Ollie is 8 and probably on his way to being a pervert.

At about 7, after dinner, we were changing and getting ready to walk about 6 blocks to a big fireworks display at a huge park. I've been there several times before and it draws several thousand people from a wide area. I yelled to Ashley and Angie and asked for them to repeat it back to me that they needed to take a complete bathroom break before we left home. But a couple of minutes later I walked into the bathroom after hearing some suspicious conversation. Sure enough, Ollie was standing there, his shorts and underwear partially down, showing the girls what he had contributed to the bowl. He was telling them to call him the Dumpster. He was challenging them to try and compete with his output. I shoved them all out of the bathroom, flushed Ollie's crap and got them out of the house and onto our way to the park. Bad I know, but I just couldn't deal with Ollie's arrogance and attitude. There was another problem. Out of my anger, I hadn't checked for shoes. So Ashley and Angie were complaining about the several rough sidewalks we had to use. I carried Ashley on my shoulders across Parkway Blvd. because the asphalt was too hot for her feet. Ollie carried her sister, but was threatening to drop her a couple of times because she wouldn't call him the Dumpster.

The four of us got petty good seats on a grassy hill. Since the sun was going down, more bugs were coming out. Angie was especially attracting more of them because she was sweating worse. It didn't help that Ollie was teasing her and swatting fake insects. But he did kill a flying ant and then grossed her out by showing her the squished remains. Immediately after that Ashley said she had to pee. Before I could question her about how bad her need was, Angie had her hands on her crotch too. I looked with daggers at Ollie because he had interrupted them at home. There must have been 40 or 50 portable toilets in a couple of clusters way down at the bottom of the hill. And it was obvious there was a few hundred persons waiting for them too. I remembered there was a public picnic area and toilets me and my friends have used many times. These were closer, but there was no privacy. Just an old building, with a storage shed in the middle, and a bathroom on each side. Each bathroom was very much in the open. There were two toilets on one wall and on the other side of the room two toilets on the other wall. No cubicle panels. Zero privacy.

I took Angie and Ashley over there. Ashley stumbled over some old tree branches that were rotting. Angie lucked out in spotting an old beer can, because if she had stepped on it, she might have cut her foot. When we got to the picnic area, we walked into more bugs flying around than I have ever seen. There was a line of about 20 waiting for the toilets. Several were moms with little kids in tow. As toilets opened, the next user would walk into the room and quickly take a seat. Finally, two middle school age girls came out and I took the girls in. Both open toilets were on the same side. They were jammed due to all those who don't flush. Angie took her seat fast and I could hear the pour she had been holding. Ashley seemed a bit more embarrassed even though she was next to her sister. These toilets seemed a bit higher than normal, but Angie was able to throw herself up on the seat on third try. A much older lady across from them pulled up her shorts and pointed her toilet out for me. She was crunching up one of those seat papers she had used. I guess she had carried it in her bag, but she flushed the toilet and wished me well. Because of the heavy use, the seat was beyond warm. My pee started strong and went for more than a minute before I looked over and saw the girls getting down. The girl next to me immediately started bursting out her crap, something I knew would attract even more bugs in the heat. Ashley and Angie were waiting for me at the door. It was almost dark and we needed to get back to our space before the fireworks started. Test launches were already taking place. When we got back Ollie made some lame joke about Ashley and Angie not falling into the toilet. I really wanted to flip him off or call him a profane name. But I remembered I had to be remain a role model for the rest of the day. There was no doubt I was earning the $75 that would go for tuition for me at the dance academy.

Mrs. Toilet Trooper

I "Pulled A Smokey"

Hello, it's me with another shituation. It's been years since I last posted. I've been going through some things, but now I'd try posting regularly again. Today (7-6-18), around 2:00 PM, my sister Tawny and I decided to walk and get food. The humid air and the beaming sun shining down on us with no clouds to shade us from the heat made the 2-mile walk to this soul food restaurant seem like an eternity. Close to 100, even the short track pants, tanktop, and flip-flops I wore did nothing to make the day feel cooler. After finally arriving and claiming our food, we endured the intense heat again while we headed home. I sipped a cold bottle of Fuze juice during the walk. When we reached about halfway home, the urge to shit kicked in. This urge felt diarrhoeic, a common occurrence after drinking any cheap cold "juice" like Fuze. Realising we didn't have much farther to go, I figured I could hold it until we arrived home. However, after walking another block, the urge intensified and cramped my abdominal area. Gas pressure built in my body, but I knew if I attempted a fart to relieve it, I would have shit myself. Due to me wearing short shorts today, the shit would have trickled down like Reaganomics. While I proudly call myself a shameless shitter, I'm not THAT shameless.

"Tawny, I have to shit bad." I said.
"Well, we have half a mile to go. I'm sure you can wait." She reassured.
"I don't think I can, Tawny. I'm having a bad case of the runs."
"Oh," she said, realising the difficulty of the situation. "Well, I don't know what else to tell you, Ebony. Just try not to shit yourself because I don't want to smell it." She said, teasingly.
That's what I love about Tawny. She's extremely helpful and never an asshole in any situation. I rolled my eyes.
"That's exactly what I'm trying not to do, Tawny."
The pressure intensified to where I stopped and bent over to relieve the pressure. If I moved a tad too quickly or positioned my body a certain way, my ass would have exploded in my shorts.
"Wow, it really is that bad, ain't it?" Tawny asked.
"I wouldn't lie about it," I replied.

When the pressure finally subsided, I stood upright and we continued walking. We were in a residential area with no public toilets. After walking another block, the pressure returned stronger. Then, I swore that a bit of liquid shit slipped out. It wasn't enough for a huge mess, but based on the way it felt, I swore that I shit myself a tiny bit.

"Oh my god!" I shouted. "What?!" Tawny said. "I REALLY have to go!"
"Where are you going to go at?" she asked.

I hurried to what appeared to be an abandoned house. The house had a filthy porch, cracked windows, and much of it was covered in vines and blocked by overgrown bushes.
"I'm going to go right here by this abandoned house."
"No, stop playing!" She said.
"I'm not playing."
"But people are out and passing by." She warned.
"That's why you're going to stand watch."
She paused a bit to think about what she got herself into. She sighed. "Okay . . . I got your back," she said, reluctantly.
"Thanks, Tawny!"
Without hesitation, I secreted myself behind one of the big bushes in front of the house.
"Tawny, how do I look? Does it look like I'm shitting?"
She stood farther away and looked at my location from all angles.
"I notice you, but it's hard to tell what you're doing." She informed.
"Aw shit! I don't give a damn though."

I dropped my shorts and panties down my calves and squatted. Tawny stood nearby to obscure me further from passing cars or people walking. When I pushed, I fired a loud fart and a huge torrent of liquid brown shit sprayed out, hitting the ground below and some bush. Because I was squatting close to the shit in close quarters without any water for it to fall into, combined with the intensely hot weather, the smell murdered my nostrils.
"Oh lord, that shit stinks!" Tawny shouted.
"Tawny, shut the hell up." I said, quietly.
"If you say that, then people would know what I'm doing."
"Oh yeah, sorry." She said.

Another urge arrived and I pushed again. This time, the torrent was tamer, and fell onto the grass without splattering. Finally, my stomach was pain free and I was done. I gathered some napkins from my purse that I thankfully save from restaurants. After six wipes, my ass was clean. I cleaned my hands with hand sanitizer and, like a cat, covered the stinky mud-puddle with some dirt and even used a leaf-covered tree branch for good measure.

"Alright, let's go," I said, and we walked back home.
"Wow, I can't believe that you pulled a 'Smokey' from Friday," she said, laughing at me. (If you saw the movie "Friday," you'd know what she means). "Hey, you have to do what you have to do. It's either shit outside or shit outside in my pants." I replied.

Even though the napkins were completely white during my final wipes, I still felt nasty afterwards, so I took a fast shower. After putting on some clean clothes and eating, Tawny asked if I wanted to walk with her again to the corner store to get more drinks for tonight. I agreed to go. "Make sure it's not Fuze this time," Tawny joked, and we laughed. On our way to the corner store, which is much closer than the restaurant, we passed the house that I shit near, which now had a car in the driveway and a couple angrily examining everything that had been produced in their yard. Both Tawny and I looked at each other with our eyes wide and smiling nervously while we kept walking, silently.

Has anyone or someone they know ever had to take a dump so bad on a road trip they either did it outside or somewhere in the car

I found this forum by accident but it feels like a miracle. My name is Jacqueline, I'm 29, married and adoptive mom to my beautiful 3 Year old son, Timothy. I feel like my situation is pretty unique. I've had pee accidents all my life and I still wet the bed more often than not.I know part of my problem is holding it too long, but sometimes it happens despite my best efforts. My husband is very understanding when I have a bed-wetting accident, usually about 3-4 times a week, but he's become way less understanding this past year and a half when I wet my pants during the day. Now that Timothy is potty training, he thinks my accidents will confuse our son. I really try,I just don't always manage to the toilet in time. The other day while he was at work, I had to pee. I know I should have gone right away but I wanted to finish the dishes and then I had to go get Timothy off the bus from preschool. I was practically bursting while they got him off the bus. My panties were really wet from dribbles. I rushed him inside, set him at the table with some gummy snacks and rushed to the bathroom, almost in tears. A big trickle ran down my leg and then pee was gushing down my legs and soaking my pants. Suddenly, the door slowly opened and there was Timothy. He looked at the puddle at my feet. "Mommy have a accident?" "Yeah, baby, Mommy had an accident." It's okay, Mommy, accidents happen." Then he ran to me for a hug. Unfortunately at dinner, he told his dad, "Mommy have a potty accident today." I was so embarrassed,and my husband was not happy. After our son was in bed, he sat me down and said he knows I can't help it when I have an accident in bed, but there's no good reason why I should still b having so much trouble in this area at my age, especially since doctors have never found anything wrong with me. He told me that he thinks I'm being lazy and that my accidents will confuse Timothy while he's potty training. I felt so bad and I cried. That night I wet the bed even though I had been dry for two weeks. I feel so helpless. It's been this way all my life. I tend to go in my pants more when I'm stressed and anxious and I've had accidents all my life. I try so hard but it's so often not good enough. My little boy at 3 has far fewer accidents than his own mother. I wish I could afford protection but it's just not in our budget. I was the only kid in fifth grade who peed her pants every single day. The gym teacher at my elementary school called me Little Miss Pissy Pants. I'd gotten better by high school but still had at least one accident a week and peed my bed a minimum of 4 times a week. I remember asking my high school crush to take me home early from the hockey game on our first date because yet again...I didn't quite make it. That was my first and last date until college. Not only did he refuse to leave the game early, forcing me to walk home at night in cold, soaked jeans but he made sure everyone at school knew. Talk about a girl with no friends. Story of my life. More stories to follow. Maybe.


Number of sheets....

Just a quick question,

How many times do you wipe? The reason I ask is that my wife and I are quite open about our toilet habits and are very outdoorsy type people. When we have coffee in the morning we go for a poo together. However she uses a lot less toilet paper than me, often only wiping her bum twice... This confuses me as I need a few more than that...

I understand the theory behind number of wipes (Solid, not solid etc) but hers aren't always 'ghost poos' lol.

Thank you in advance,

A curious Ben

The other night i was hanging out with my friend Amber and her boyfriend. We were drinking all night. Next morning Amber was complaining about having fiery shits. She would use the restroom and the go back to her room. After the second time i went to users restroom. I expected to reek really bad but it was only a very minor poop smell.


Finally a toilet-clogger!

After a sort-of dry spell in my bowels, I've finally laid out a log worthy of clogging a toilet! I ate pretty big last night (I took my GF out to a steak dinner to celebrate her birthday), so today I could feel something brewing down there. I just had some greasy spicy lo mein for dinner to clear me out, and soon after I definitely got the feeling I had to go, now. I pulled down my undies and pushed out a loud fart and a ~9 inch log. The turd managed to clog the toilet, which, to my own surprise, made me pretty proud of myself. Took two flushes and a little bit of force, but it got down relatively easy after the blockage!

In other news, I find that I do a lot of heavy thinking when I'm on the toilet. I guess that's one of the few times where I'm away from electronics, my books, or other outside stimuli. Pooping gives me a quiet time to think through things like daily struggles or trying to remember a tune. Anyone else feel the same way?


Hey all I'm back! Haven't had much of a chance to get on the site recently but here I am. Today I thought I'd share an old story, in regards to what captured my "interest" in pooping. Hopefully this isn't inappropriate, but let's be honest here, I think the majority of us on this site have some sort of "kink" in one way or another in regards to pooping so here goes....
I was about 14 or so, and heading out on my first camping trip. It wasn't a completely foreign experience as several girls from my school were there, which was nice. I'll be clear, up to this point I never had any real issue with public pooping, and I was more than a little intrigued a few times when I heard some plops in the stall next door to me. I guess for whatever reasons societal expectations just gave me a bit of shame about it. In any case...we were at the campsite cabins unpacking our things, and I felt the urge to go. I asked the counselor, a pretty girl of about 18 names Jessie, where the restrooms were. She cheerfully directed me where to go, and I set off across the field.
After a few minutes I encountered the "bathroom", a ramshackle wood building with two openings marked "girls" and "boys". I walked up the ramp and entered the door to be greeted by an unusual site. The bathroom was simply a wooden bench with four toilet seats affixed. Next to each there was a stick which held a few rolls of toilet paper. The seats must have simply dropped down into a septic tank based on the smell in the room. The first seat was empty, and on the second was a girl named Cassie, who I knew in passing from school. I had actually encountered Cassie taking a dump in the school locker rooms before. Those particular toilets had no doors and I was somewhat amused on more than a few occasions to see Cassie sitting there chatting it up with another girl while she did her business. In any case she looked right at home here, and was farting and expelling some poop as I approached. She smiled and said hi.
Next to Cassie was an empty seat, and beyond that was a shy looking girl with her pants down barely enough to sit on the seat. Not wanting to embarrass her further i lowered my shorts and plopped my butt down on the seat closest to the door next to Cassie. More than a little intrigued by the situation I relaxed by butthole and a large log of poop shot out with a blast of a fart. It splatted rather noisily into the cesspool below. "Nice one girl!" Cassie exclaimed. At this point even the shy girl giggled and must have loosened up as I started to hear a slow crackle. I began pushing out another log, and Cassie did as well. For whatever reason the sounds of us pooping in unison gave me a thrill! Can't really explain it, just the idea of performing a "private" act together was exciting! After a time we finished and wiped, and proceeded back to the cabins.
Later in the week, I had another great moment. I woke in the morning needing to poop, and as I left the cabin Jessie the counselor fell in step beside me. As we crossed the field the morning dew felt invigorating on my bare feet. Jessie chatted me up about how I liked the camp and such. We reached the bathroom and took places next to each other. We both started peeing and poopIng almost simultaneously and my heart lept slightly. She continued chatting it up with me and asked if I liked any of the boys at camp. Not really my thing I replied, and to my delight she said me neither and winked at me....what can I say...I was enjoying a poop with another girl and coming to terms with my sexuality all in one! Anyways...again, hope this isn't inappropriate, but I just encourage all of you to like what you like and who you like as long as you do no harm! We're each our own individual, beautiful being. Live life to the fullest. Love, Becc



My brother David had a friend over after school, Chris is blonde dreamy blue eyes 16yo 5' and so hot, intelligent not like other teen boys, I get butterflies every time I talk to him. They were playing Xbox and I heard Chris say pause it I got to pee. I bolted to the toilet flicked up my skirt and slipped down my panties and sat there. As he walked in I forced out a pee, he said sorry and turned to leave, I said stay I won't be a minute, so he sat on the edge of the tub and waited. I put on the best show I could for him and I wanted him to watch me and I certainly got his attention. When it ended I took a chance and asked if he would like to wipe me. He said "sure" I had huge butterflies as he rolled off some paper folded it twice and slowly patted my kat. "Like this" he asked I stammered "yes" my mind was like oh yeess as he rolled off some more paper folded it and patted me again, then he said "all done", he was so gentle about it. I then got up pulled up my panties and let my skirt fall. I gave him a peck on the cheek and said "thank you" as I went to the sink to wash my hands. He stood in front of the toilet flipped up the seat unzipped his pants and pointed his snake at the toilet. He then asked me if I wanted to hold him while he peed. I stammered "yes" but my mind said hell yeah. I carefully put my hand around him and pointed him in the general direction of the bowl. He was thicker than I expected and felt kinda squishy sort of like a sausage before you cook it. When he started his wee it seemed to pulse through him and came out of the end a bit like water from a hose. His wee lasted about a minute and when it ended I let go. He then sort of squeezed out the last drops and shook it then tucked himself away and zipped up. He turned to me gave me a peck on the cheek, washed his hands and went back to David's room to the game. I washed my hands again and floated back down the hall to my room. (I think floated is the best way to describe it). About 2 hours later Chris leaned in my room and said "see ya cass", my mind was like oh I hope so. Hours later and I can't stop thinking about what I did, I think I know what captain jack meant in pirates when he said the itch you can't scratch.



Taylor: thanks so much for your sweet reply. No need to "get it", just enjoy it! Glad I have a kindred spirit. Love ya, girl!

Brittany: Sorry there was no public bathrooms for you to enjoy. That sucks! Still sounds like you had a nice poop though! So satisfying!

Dayna: so happy you like my stories! Welcome and hope to hear more from you!

Anna: LOVE buddy dump stories! Keep 'em coming and glad you enjoyed!

Brandon T

comments & stuff

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

To: Mina great story it sounds like you both had great poops and you had a lot to let out and I bet you felt good afterwards and I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Brittany B great story.

To: Jdon great story it sounds like she had a great poop.

To: Anna From Austria great story about your huge desperate poop at least you got some tissues to wipe with and avoided messy panties.

To: Cassie it sounds like you had an interesting night.

To: Dylan the right person wont mind that you have IBS they may even be there to help you by rubbing your stomach.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site



The night of my mishap I hadn't been for about 2 days and had pigged out on mum's mash potatoes and vegetables at dinner, I was so full and so tired when I went to bed, I think I passed out in a food coma, next thing I know I woke up basically pooping in bed, it's never happened before.... Well, okkk,(nose just grew) it's never happened like that before ! I did have a few-several episodes when I was little-er much littler. I would be asleep and dreaming and in my dream I would be going to the toilet only to wake up cold wet and smelly some time later. I had not only gone in the dream but I had gone in the waking world as well.
squatting - in a nut shell it's all mums doing
As before when I was littler, I used to sit on the seat like most other people do and push out my poos. However this would result in me getting poo stuck to my hole and bum crack cheeks. So I would be using mega amounts of paper to clean it off / didn't clean it off, messy poo stained knickers all the time.
Resulting in mum teaching me, by showing me, to squat over the bowl, feet on the rim sides bum open wide poo straight out. No sticky poo smears on my butt or in my knickers and use less paper.
maybe it was all about the paper maybe dad cracked one too many times about there being none who knows but I have been squatting ever since only when I need to poo thou.
Jenny if you're going to try it's all about balance and getting in the right position. Feet on the stool squat low legs apart. oh make sure the rim is dry and flat shoes or bare feet ! ! we got a stool thing that sort of wraps around the toilet with platform on either side to put your feet on, dad made for us. Dad said its inspired from something he saw in Thailand before I was born.
This one time I was about 10 I was out with a mum arranged "friend" Sarah, well Sarah didn't know about my squatting on the toilet at the time. We had eaten burgers and I wanted a poo and so did Sarah, so we went to the cafe bathroom, one room one toilet sink hand rail thing around the wall. after deciding on who was going to go first, we ended up in the room together and I got to go first. I did my usual flick up the seat panties off and lift skirt, climb up and assume my squat. Sarah was horrified at what I was doing, truly horrified. She stood there mouth open staring at me. I had to poo so I got on with it and released my first log, then two more finishing with a pee. Sarah was full on staring straight at my bum as the poo dropped then at my kat as I peed. I wiped and said "Sarah snap out of it". She stammered and turned beet red. She then took the toilet panties at her ankles bum on the seat legs tightly closes dress covering everything two little plops a wee and she's done, "nothing to see here." Then she goes "I don't know how you can do it like that it's so unlady like." as she wipes the sticky mess from her bum 20 odd times. And I'm unlady like. oh it so makes one wonder. ha lady like.

Victoria B.

To Mina

I'm so happy that you're back. Sounds like you and Mari had some great poops and I'm going to use "king cobra" for some of my bigger productions now! I'll have to start saving because I would love to visit Japan on that rocket of yours!

Give Kazuko, Hisae and Maho my best!



To Anna

Hi Anna!

It's great to hear that the four of you had such a great hike and could enjoy Canada's nature!

Your buddy dump sounds very funny! Bebe and you were lucky that Danielle didn't catch you in the act :-) Thank you for sharing that experience.

Would you mind telling us about the other dumps you took outdoors during the trip? Did you find nice spots to poop? Did Amber shit, too?



What a Relief !!!

I posted s short time ago about bowel management and constipation. Soon after concluding it triggered something and I just had a sit on the toilet. A big nice relaxing dump.....Oh what a blessed relief.

Hi all, I read Britanny B's last story and I figured I'd contribute a tale of a bikini-clad babe on the toilet! Sorry to hear there were no toilets on the beach, haha!

On Tuesday, me, my boyfriend and a couple of my friends went to a small lake to hang out. I was wearing a white bikini with pineapple pattern, if anybody wants to know. We went swimming and then just lazed around in the sun and whatnot. I had lots to drink, mostly lemonade and then at one point I was waking up from a nap with my bladder about to burst. And not only that, I also needed to go from the other end, and urgently! Everybody else seemed to be sleeping, so I headed over to the outhouse by the parking lot. It's literally the exact same kind of building I wrote about recently when I did a poo when I was out mountainbiking!

I walked around the outhouse once and all four stalls seemed to be empty. I picked one and went in. Surprisingly, it didn't smell bad in there even though it was a really hot day. Really, it was just mostly a wood smell from the outhouse building. So nice! I locked the door, opened the toilet lid and pulled down my white bikini bottoms. Then I sat down on the creaking seat, which felt nice and cool on my bumcheeks. Right away, I peed a loud, strong stream which splattered noisily into the toilet pit. While I was releasing my pee, two long but very quiet farts came out. When my stream had died down, I put my arms on my thighs, leaned forward and started to push to empty my very full rear end. My hole opened and was stretched very wide by a big turd. It slid out slowly at first but then faster and faster, ending in a loud, wet fart. I couldn't help letting out a very audible moan of relief when my poop dropped into the pit and the big fart came out. To be honest, I think I would have been a bit embarrassed if somebody else had been in the other stalls and be able to hear me doing my poo. But as it was, I was enjoying the privacy I had! I did two more turds and plopped and farted away noisily with no concerns until I was all empty! I felt really good, having all taken care of my toilet needs! I carefully wiped both my front and back and then pulled my bottoms up again. When I left the stall, two teenage girls were just walking up to the outhouse and I held the door open for one of them. The other one had slammed her door shut, plunked her bum on the seat and was peeing so loudly, I could hear it, even walking away from the toilet building! Anyway, I went back to our spot. Everybody was still sleeping, so they hadn't even noticed I was gone. That's all for today, I hope you liked my story, I know it wasn't super exciting, sorry.

to Brittany B: I liked your story and I love beach vacations. I posted one or two stories here about my trip to Mexico a while ago.

to Anna from Austria: It has happened to me a few times, usually when I was bursting for a pee and didn't look for paper. I'd imagine that it must be really akward when it happens after a poo, like it did for you! Did you just have to go so bad you didn't look? I can totally see happening to me! Oh, and did you really leave your stall with your pants pulled down? Did you not worry about getting caught by one of your coworkers?


Bowel Managememt

Until several years ago constipation occurred rarely. Nowadays it is almost always with me.
The first rule I have is to not worry too much if I do not go. I have a "try" every morning after breakfast but do not sit very long or push too hard . I have been having a dose of metamucil every morning and most morning a dose of osmotic laxative. If it has been a few days or I have an important day coming up I take some laxatives, presently Colyxl & Senna...usually maximum dose and then take tablets twice a day till a good movement occurs. I find that works well for me.
I go to the toilet whenever I get the urge and can sometimes have some really big motions like Mina. They may occur at anytime. Returning to laxatives....they are suppose to work over night and the advertisements say next morning you will be fine. Such is not the case with me...they work whenever. To this end one needs to look at ones schedule to know when and when not to take the tablets.

I really support the post relating to buddy dumping but would like to hear from those that feel ashamed to poo and why?

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