Dayna
Train Poop
Hiya! I'm currently vacationing in Alaska with friends and I had a short poo story! We took a train up from Skagway up through the mountains, it was around a 2 hour trip and as beautiful as it was, I was busting for a poo. There was a small restroom near the front of the train car and I hurried inside and locked the door. The ride was bumpy, but I sat down and started farting a lot (thank god that the train was so loud!) and pushed out a dark brown ~8 inch log that smelled very strong. There wasn't any water in the bowl, just bunches of pee-soaked TP from previous users, so my load kind of just sat on top in open air and stank up the small room! The flushing mechanism on the toilet was this horizontal pump lever-- you just hand-pump the water into the toilet to flush down the waste. I thought it was cool, so I flushed everything down then exited. The ride was much more enjoyable without my constant fidgeting!
I'll have a bigger post compiling all the weird bathroom-related things I've done/observed on my Alaska trip. And onto some replies...
To Becc: I loooved your camp story by the way! It's so cute to hear about us girls starting to find themselves! Your library story was also wonderful.
To Mina: I adore the closeness between you and your friends that you're able to freely buddy dump with them!
~Dayna
Sarah
Boyfriends giant poop
Hi im sarah, i have a story from last weekend about my boyfriend. He had just gotten home from a week long business trip, and he didnt poop for the entire week which he said was probably from the high stress meetings, and a very unbalanced diet. He arrived home late friday night. We hungout and watched a couple movies. The next day nothing seemed wrong and he didnt let on that he hadnt pooped in a week. After dinner that night he announced he had to go to the bathroom and got up and went into the bathroom. Were pretty open with each other and have seen each other poop before so i thought nothing of this. I cleaned up from dinner and did the dishes when i realized my bf was still in the bathroom. I went to investigate and found him still on the toilet. I asked if he was ok and thats when he told me he hadnt gone poop on the entire trip, and was having a very tough time going. He said his poop felt huge and dry and not much had come out yet. He leaned forward and i looked into the toilet and saw about a dozen big half dollar sized "marbles". He told me i could stay with him if i wanted and i said of course. He started pushing again and after a SUBSTANTIAL amount of pushing and trying really hard he said it wouldnt come out. He got up and wiped and took a break. We went back to the toilet about 15 minutes later and he started working again with me sitting on his lap and encouraging him. He was practically whimpering in pain after every push so i knew it had to hurt and be huge. After awhile of this his poop still wasnt budging so i told him i was going to the store for a suppository since there was no way he was pushing this out on his own. He reluctantly agreed. I went to get the suppository and as luck would have it (as if my bf wasnt uncomfortable enough in this situation) i ran into 3 of my girlfriends at the store. They of course saw what i was buying and inquired. I told them the truth and they all felt bad for my bf but told me to let them know how it works out... I came home a little later and found him in the tub, he said hopefully it would relax him enough and help things "stretch out" down there. I gave him the suppository and he kinda got into a squat in the tub and inserted it. I grabbed a glass of wine and hopped in the tub with him. We waited quite awhile when he said the urge was getting stronger. I suggested that he just stay in the tub and start pushing as it may help. He was hesitant at first but agreed. He moved into a squat position and i helped hold him up and spread his butt cheeks a little. I told him to push and he did slowly at first because it was so big. I snuck a peek and saw his anus stretching open and my goodness his poop was really thick and wide. After each push it would suck back in, but after a few minutes of this the monster began to slowly come out with me encouraging him and rubbing his back and butt. It seriously was as wide as a can of axe body spray. He took his time and about 10 minutes later he pushed it out. It was about 18 inches long. He pushed again and i could still see more inside of him. He strained again and pushed out 3 pieces that were thick as shot glasses but only about 4 inches long each. He sighed and pushed some more and said he felt done. He got out of the tub and wiped and dried off. I got some old garden gloves and placed his poop in a plastic bag. I snuck a couple quick pictures along with the marbles in the toilet and sent the results to my girlfriends, making them promise to never tell him or anyone, and if they did, they would have to poop in front of me and my bf! I flushed the toilet and took the plastic bag to the dumpster. My boyfriend pooped again the next morning and i sat next to him in case he had trouble but he really didnt. It was another few marbles, shot glass like turds, and a "regular?" 12 inch log that was about 2 inches thick. I snuck another picture for my friends of his "constipation aftermath" and flushed. I told my bf he could watch me go the next couple times it would make him feel better...i have a feeling this may become a more regular thing between us now lol. Ill post updates or if my friends share the secret. Anyone else have any good constipation stories about their s/o?? Let me know! Bye everyone and sorry for the long post!
yConstiguy
Mothe Knows Best
As a child and a teenager...except for maybe once I can never remember being constipated. In fact, I was very regular. How times have changed!!!
Anyway, back to the subject. It was when I was about 14...just after Christmas and New Year...i was getting tired and had some head aches and felt sluggish...Mother decided that I was constipated but I thought not. At night she gave me a dose of Agarol which is an imulsive laxative. The next morning I was on the pot three times in quick succession blasting liquid shit from my hole. I thought it was over so we went shopping which to me was the most boring thing ever and to buy school uniforms. We had just purchased same and Mum shoved into my hand some toilet parer and pointed to the public toilets and told me to "go" Dutifully I went even though I felt I did not need to...I took a seat after closing the door of course and gave a push and out it came ..another brown thick smelly gross torrent!
That was it for the day but next morning I had another gusher. I have to say I did feel much better after that.
Since then I have had a few medical procedures over the years which require a good clean out and I always feel better for it.
To JW you have referred to enemas as a child ....could you describe them in some detail because I find them beneficial and would be keen to have more information.
To those that poop in nature...I have done it so many times without problem and enjoy it even though I have not done it for years.
As for me presently I have been going regularly.
Curious Cody
Friday night at Wal-Mart
Last night me and my girlfriend went to Wal-Mart to do some major shopping. We knew we were going to be there 2 or 3 hours because we had both got paid and we needed to buy a lot of stuff. So we stopped at the snack bar there, filled up on pizza and sodas and Jeci jumped up and said the crap she had been waiting for all day was coming. She is taking summer classes in college and gets really frustrated finding a bathroom, often waiting for a toilet, then sitting down and not being able to deliver the goods. When she was younger she was made fun of by some other students when that happened. So she comes back to our booth after about 5 minutes halfway dancing she felt so good. As evidence, she said she had depleted all all the tp in her stall. She's good at impromptu debate so I asked her what she would tell the next person who will use the toilet and she tried to be cute. Get this. Jeci said if the person was smart, observant, and then another big word I can't even pronounce, they would take one of the stupid seat papers off the rack on the wall, and tear it up and use the smaller pieces for wiping. That made some sense to me and I hate those things too because until my dad interceded at about age 9, my mom continued to require me to go into the ladies room with her and she would make me take one of those dumb sheets down, unfold it, and place it over the seat. Often this was when I was already greatly embarrassed for being where I was and trying to hold in my crap until the seat was properly prepared for me. Jeci's mom never made her use the dumb paper covers and both me and her never hear someone pull one of the covers off before they plop down on the seat. Ironically, a couple of hours later while Jeci and I were in the garden department, I excused myself. This was also a shit I had overlooked doing earlier in the day. I got into the bathroom, claimed the 7th stall, did someone else's job of flushing the bowl, and then I situated myself to cleanse my bowels. There were 3 pieces, each about half as long as a banana. Then I decided to prove myself worthy of brilliance by pulling one of the seat covers down, dividing it into 5 pieces, and saving the toilet paper for the next guy. I didn't think it worked that bad. Actually, I was kind of pleased. But when I got home I had a 1 1/2 inch in my pin-stripped boxers. I remember telling Jeci about it later. She said I needed to slow down and wipe with greater 'precision.' So next time I'm thinking of letting me inspect her underwear after a big crap away from home. I'm not convinced she has the 'precision' she thinks she has.
Monday, July 30, 2018
Shakespearean
I translate some stories into Shakespearan! Enjoy!
From Ephermal Page 447
Translation:
The present day wast an int'resting day f'r me. I cameth in from classes and nay anon'r than i hadst did start mine own studying at which hour mine own stomach beganeth to did hurt. I wenteth to bathroom and a bawbling pile of dram droplet-turds (between 1/2 and 1 inch sph'res). I has't been having v'ry bawbling dumps f'r the past couple of weeks, so this wouldst has't been quaint n'rmal. Again, i did start studying and aft'r a dram did bite mine own stomach did hurt very much lacking valor. I did hold in the fart afraid t might not beest just a fart and did race down to the bathroom. Well, t wast only a huge (dry) fart (i wast so fain nay one else wast in the bathroom). I hath felt liketh i hadst a huge poop, but couldst only passeth a couple m're droplets. Concluded, be it, i wenteth backeth up to mine own cubiculo and mine own stomach wast beginning to very much did hurt, so i did hold off as longeth as i possibly couldst, not wanting to taketh the timeth hence from mine own studying, and finally wenteth down to the bathroom again. This timeth i passeth a did bite of mush (not diahrea but v'ry soft poop) and one v'ry longeth and v'ry soft piece. A! ll of this wast a lighteth brown as did compare to the dark'r brown of the droplets. Aft'r yond i hath felt a lot bett'r. T's not usual f'r me to has't such soft shits eith'r. Oh, yond lasteth loadeth smell'd very much lacking valor so i flush'd t apace. I hath felt liketh i hadst m're to doth, but nothing wouldst cometh out so i wip'd and flush'd again. And i at each moment, at each moment, at each moment without faileth washeth mine own hands aft'r using the toilet.
Sheelee
Children in downtown mall bathrooms
Our city's downtown mall is an attractive place for people of all ages in both day and evening hours. My Darcee, who is 8, and her brother Kellan, who is 10, just love the time we spend down there. Kellan would watch the teenage boys skating in the skate park, which includes some very challenging curves and dives, all day if I would let him. On the other side of the fence Darcee loves using the best playground in our city, playing with some of the dogs in the dog park, and of course feeding the ducks in the lagoon. And there are the food trucks and lots of artists around the tables. The problem is there is only one public bathroom building there. Its too small for when school's out in the summer and it gets filthy after just a few hours of use each day. All the vandalism, not to mention evidence dumped after drug use by those living on the street, is another story.
On each side of the building, there are 4 toilets. All are wide open. There are two sinks but with the age of the place, widespread abuse and criminal stuff I don't see it changing anytime soon. When I took Darcee in--something she hates because she's allowed to go in alone in most other places--2 of the toilets were minus seats. One of the sinks had been busted off the wall. By the time her turn for the toilet finally came, she both peed and crapped. Only problem was the toilet paper had just run out. So I ran out, asked Kellan to into the guys and bring some. The guys room was out of toilet paper but he wisely took down a couple of those brown paper towels to help save the day for his sister.
Unfortunately, I had to use the facilities twice. One pee and one BM and I loathed sitting on that toilet. So much so that as soon as we got home, I made Darcee bathe herself and then I showered before dinner.
There has to be a better way in cities with such great malls and attractions. What the kids and I experience is not very attractive!Anna from Austria
unexpected poo in the natur
Last monday I was on a Business trip with my co worker, Martina. While driving on the Highway I felt to urge to go to the toilet. So we stopped at the next rest stop. Unfortunately the toilet was looked. So I had no choice to go behind the bushes. At first I went back to the car to get some tissue and inform Martina about the Situation.She just giggled and said ok, I wait in the car.
So I headed to the next bush. i needed to do both Things, but the urge for the number 2, was not strong. I only had to pee very bad. I really though I could just do my wee and do the number at real toilet.
I was wrong though. As i said i headed into a bush, pulled down my pants and my panties, and squatted down. I started to do pee quite forcefully. But while weening I could feel that my anus started to open as well, a big log started to come out.Now it hit the ground quite load. Now it was too late wait. So decided to finish my poo because there is no Point in Holding the rest. I stared to push, and after some load farts i did another log. Then I was done. I started to wipe. Then I left and headed back to the car.
Martina asked why it took so Long. I just said that i was hard to find a good spot. Then we left.
It was quite embarrasing but also interesting to do it in the nature.
That's it for today.
Greetings from Austria
AnnaSteve A
Bathroom Cleaning at Work
Now, I don't mind cleaning the bathrooms because the public toilets in our grocery store are pretty easy to deal with. After restocking the paper towels and TP, I wipe off the top of the toilet seats, mop the floor, and then spray some air freshener to finish the job. But, today was a little different:
When I entered the single stall in the men's room, someone pooped on the floor and tried to cover it up with TP. Even though it was an easy clean-up for me with some extra TP and gloves, I still wonder why they didn't bother to clean up after themselves?
Then, I had to deal with a clogged toilet in the women's room. I tried to flush it at first, but a little water overflowed, so I had to unclog it.
I also have to wait when women go in and out of the bathroom for respect & privacy reasons, which is no problem for me at all:
So then, this dad slightly opened the door and called out his daughter and joked: "You should save the "bigger ones" for home instead."
However, it makes me wonder why some people treat public toilets so poorly. Do they just not care because it's not their own private toilet at home? Are some of them pranking us, or is it just overall laziness?Abbie
Last weekend part 1
Hi everyone, Lucys cousin Lydia stayed over again last Friday night to celebrate the end of term and the start of the summer hols, this time she asked if she could bring a friend of hers (Annabelle) and Lucy said that was no problem. Like before Lucy had to work late so I said I'd meet Lydia and Annabelle at the bus stop, they were coming straight from school. I had a slight need for a wee before I left but I didn't want to be late so I decided I'd use the loo when I got back. When I got to the main road the traffic was really bad and I had to wait ages for the bus to arrive, by which point my slight need had turned into a major one! Eventually the bus came and Lydia and Annabelle got off, they were both moaning that they'd been stuck in traffic for ever and were really hot and uncomfortable. As we were walking along the road towards my turning my bladder was getting fuller and fuller and I knew I'd never make it home without at least letting some spurts go into my knickers, so I was just about to put myself through the embarassment of admitting to the other two that I was desperate for a wee and would have to go outside on the way back when suddenly Lydia said, "Abbie, I need a wee soooo bad, I don't think I'm gonna make it to your house!" "Yeah, I'm bursting too!" Annabelle said. "Well that makes three of us then, I'm desperate to have a wee as well!" I replied. I thought quickly- it would take too long to walk back into town, so I said, "If we turn off here theres a field with some trees a couple of minutes walk away, I hope you don't mind having a wee outside!"
"Well I've got no choice, its either that or I'll wet my pants!" replied Annabelle. We turned off down a lane and crossed a stile on the side to enter a small field, there were some trees at the far end. Annabelle and Lydia hurried towards the trees, Lydia was biting her bottom lip and looking like she might not make it. "Oh my God, I can't hold it much longer, I'm gonna wee myself any second!" she said. As we entered the trees the girls both dumped their school bags on the ground, Lydia said "Sorry but I'm just gonna take my skirt and pants off completely, that way I won't get them wet!" and with that she unzipped her skirt. I could see Annabelle hesitating and looking awkward, she said, "I don't mind having a wee in front of you two but what if some farmer comes along and sees us?" By now Lydia had pulled down her skirt and stepped out of it, she was wearing white cotton full fitting knickers which were stuck up her bum.
"Well he'll probably be more embarrased than us!" she said.
"Its all right for you, your such an exhibitionist!" replied Annabelle, and turning to me she said, "She slept round mine last weekend and when she needed the loo before we went to bed I had to stop her walking across the landing in her pants, she didn't even have a bra on!" Lydia pulled down her knickers and said, "Well now I haven't got any pants on!!" She took off her knickers and hung them and her skirt on a branch before squatting down and moaning with relief as a loud stream spurted down into the dry soil. Annabelle was still looking really embarassed so to help her I lifted my dress, dropped my pink and blue stripey knickers and squatted, I moaned as my bladder started to empty. Seeing both of us in full flow seemed to give Annabelle the boost she needed, she unzipped her skirt and took it off completely like Lydia had done. She was wearing a tight pair of pale blue knickers with pink edging, blushing she eased them down over her bum and let them fall around her ankles before kicking them over to her skirt, as Lydias and my streams started to slow down Annabelle squatted and unleashed a stream every bit as strong as we just had! Lydia eventually stopped after a couple of final spurts, she said, "Hang on, I've got some tissues we can wipe with," and she reached across for her bag and dragged it towards her. She passed a tissue to me and Annabelle, took one for herself and wiped her front, and then put her knickers and skirt back on and sat on a tree stump waiting for us to finish. I was next to be done, I wiped, pulled up my knickers and let down my skirt, and a few seconds later Annabelle's stream dribbled to a stop. She wiped and then leant forward to pick up her knickers and skirt and I noticed the marks the elastic of her knickers had made on her bum and thighs, she quickly got dressed and then we started to make our way out of the copse. We had only gone a few steps when Annabelle suddenly squealed and said, "Oh God, I think I've literally got ants in my pants!!" She unzipped her skirt again and let it fall to her feet and tugged her knickers down to her knees, sure enough she found a couple of ants inside them which she brushed out before getting dressed again, in the meantime Lydia and I couldn't help laughing much to Annabelle's annoyance. She said, "I can't believe I've had to get undressed twice now, hopefully I'll manage to keep my pants on until we get to your house Abbie!" We made it back home without any more 'incidents' and went up to my room so Lydia and Annabelle could get changed. There are some more stories from the weekend but I'm running out of time now so I'll share them in my next post, I hope you enjoyed this story, bye for now!Monika
Male Toilet Scenes
I might have already posted this but,
When looked ng for movie toilet scenes in this forum, the most I found were female. The male ones were well-known like Van Wilser, American Pie, and Dumb and Dumber.
Does anyone know of an unknown poop scene? If so please tell me and, if you can, the time stamp and/or actor/character.
A few examples of what I'm looking for are:
- Dustin Mulligan in Me Him Her
- Brendan Fehr in The Long Weekend
- Ryan Reynolds in The Change Up
- Bret Harrison in Mardi Gras: Spring Break
Tv scenes are also welcome but please include episode number and season.
Adrian
Christy. Sorry to hear about your constipation and I hope it's soon relieved. Not doing anything for three days may be unusual for you but it's not uncommon amongst the population as a whole and I would try not to worry about it. Prune juice should help but if that doesn't work plenty of hot drinks such as tea and coffee should do the job combined with vegetables (brussel sprouts are especially good) and exercise in the form of brisk walking. Licorice products such as Pontefract Cakes are also good for shifting constipation.
JOHN B. Hi mate. It's good to see you here. Like you I too remember Jemma and I think she probably still posts occasionally. I don't post as often as I would like but that's because life unfortunately has a habit of getting in the way.
European student
I am just about to return from over three weeks with hiking and canoeing in Sweden. It has been a very nice, but also challenging time with lots of new experiences. Of the very new experiences to me was going to toilet in the nature. Yes, just go away into the woods or behind som big rock, pull down, squat and let go! Mostly we had to do it this way because there was no toilet to visit. The first times I felt very vulnerable when doing it, but I soon got used to it. And I guess that all others also did. It never went out to be a topic for discussion, but nobody had another choice. Especially in the morning and just after lunch I saw many others walking away alone. And when going into the woods at these times one often could spot others squatting with a bare bum behind some bush or a stone! Luckily I was not walked directly in on, but I think others also spotted me at some occasions. Once I walked in on one of the men when he was squatting and just in the process of wiping. I think we both became somewhat embarrassed, but he was not one of my group, luckily. I was told that many (most?) people of the Nordic countries are used to outdoor life and that most of them knows how to go to toilet when outside even as a child. Not so in my country, I have only peed outside a few times before, and never before pooped.
Surfer
Toilet issues seem to be quite common among persons searching for surfing adventures at remote beaches. I have been surfing for some weeks in northern parts of Norway, mostly wild camping at sites without any toilet. I have taken my dumps in the bushes, and for sure I have not been the only one. I have seen many others squatting trying to find some privacy behind some bush or stones or just down in a dip or a slope in the terrain. I guess that most feel it a bit embarrassing but having no other choise it can not be avioded. It is quite embarrassing not only to be caught short, but even to walk in on some of your friends squatting with a bare bum. If anyone still should be in doubt, I can assure that men as well as women, young and mature, Scandinavian, German, Dutch, British +++, we all have the same needs. And not least what comes out is quite similar. Some squat well down, others just bend forward, some seem quite stressed squatting tip toeing, others seem more relaxed in a flat sole position. Early mornings seem to be the preferred time to get it done. Nobody speaks about it. It is just something that has to be done. And it apprears to be an unwritten rule that it should not be commented or touched afterwards if "a close encounter" has ocurred out there in the wilderness.
Friday, July 27, 2018
Christy
Constipated.
Hi, Everyone it's me again. This time though no pooping. Literally can't budge. It's been going on for about three days. I've tried prune juice it was my moms idea. And that thus far has just made me lay these awful smelling farts all night. I noticed yesterday my Stomach is starting to pooch out. I've tried going before work. I've tried going after work each time to no avail. And other than when I was around 14 or 15 this is the only other time I've known of getting constipated. And back then mom gave me a good dose of Milk of Mag. And Let me tell you all. That was when I learned of the term don't trust a fart. Me tonight while writing this has thinking about that back then. When I learned my lesson just feels different. Back then I was in the living room sitting on the couch my sister was at the other end. And my stomach just kept groaning and I could tell things were shifting but suddenly I felt like I could pass gas. So discreetly I shifted and lifted my right cheek up just a bit and gave a push. It was like a dam broke loose. I gasped softly felt my face just go flush and it felt like a warm liquid was poured into my jeans. SO I just tried to play it off and leaned forward and said. "I'm going to the bathroom". And I got up and It just kept on coming out when I stood up. That was when I made the waddle of shame. and ALl I heard from behind me was my sister blare out in laughter. Found out when I got to the bathroom and took my jeans off. I made quite the mess. And I remember that night having to run back and forth to the bathroom a few times. didn't make another mess though. NOW in the present day. Sitting here wondering if that is kind of how it's going to be with just prune juice. I don't know. if all else fails i'll do the Milk of Mag again. OH and by the way that stuff is like drinking liquid chalk! But i'll leave this here. A story from back then and my situation as of tonight. Thanks guys!!
Martin
Van camping
To Yvonne: I am also van camping this summer. I have had to go in the bushes several times. In the beginning it was somewhat embarrassing, but now it is OK. Mostly uncomplicated but sometimes risking that others come by. It has happened a couple of times, but then they just turn and go away. I have also seen some others squatting, both men and women. I think it is quite common.
AJV
Gent Feest = Street Peeing & Worse
Here in Belgium we have the annual Gent Feest 10 days on non stop festivals in the lovely city
Toilets are provided free of charge but the ladies tend to shut down from 3 am & with the party going till around 10 am leaves the ladies with only cafes to use which at this time are very few & far between
So with no options & by this hour many drunken heads taking a pee between cars or down alleys becomes the norm for the ladies & for some reason the Belgian girls are not very shy it seems !
Many sightings of girls sitting on the pavement peeing into the gutter & apologizing as you pass for there actions ........Ellison
Disastrous bike ride
More than 20 years ago when I was like 12 I spent much of the summer doing things with Seth, who was one year ahead of me in middle school. We'd go swimming together most every day, ride our bikes (many times much farther than our parents would have approved) and out of boredom we became more adventurous. Well this one day it was a little to cool out for the pools to be open so Seth came over on his bike and suggested we take a little longer ride than our bikes normally took us on. But it was 9 a.m. and we had time on our hands. He showed me some coupons he had for a entertainment center with bowling that was about 4 or 5 miles away. The games were really cheap. I was just about to sit down and pee when he rang the door bell but I jumped down and hurried to answer the door because I didn't want him talking to Mom too long.
As I was getting my bike out of the garage, I told him I needed to go in and wee. He nixed that, said he had to use the bathroom too but we could stop someplace during our trip. We cut through a small park where we sometimes stop but both the bathroom doors were padlocked. I told him I was bursting to pee; he said his crap was of a 2nd hour variety (he could hold it from early morning to lunch hour at school).
We did some reckless things back then, but knew how to avoid the major streets and use alleys and back trails to get around since there are so many careless drivers on the freeway. I think the bumps and curbs of the trails made our bathroom needs more immediate. Seth had joked about how easy it was to pee outside but I knew he didn't have the skill to squat shit.
Less than a half hour later my bladder was at a bursting point. Seth wasn't in too good of shape either. Even outside in a public alley with some wind and all the pollution of the cars going by on the freeway, I could still smell what Seth's farts. We came to the back of an old gas station. Signs advertised cheap beer and nightcrawlers for fishermen. Seth noticed two doors on the side of the building. The gender signs were faded, but both of us knew we were only a few seconds from getting on the toilet. We laid our bikes against the side of the building. Seth hit the guys'room door with his right arm and yelled out F###. My door was partially open and I was already starting to unbutton my shorts. He pushed me aside and I knew this was going to be a buddy visit. We bumped into one another 2 or 3 times as I fumbled for the light switch. Finally, I flicked it several times before I realized it didn't work. I turned to tell Seth I should go first since I was in so much pain. This was pitch dark room and my right hand collided with his penis just as he was throwing himself onto the toilet.
He let off a blast of gas that would have been heard in the store on the other side of the wall. Then some small splashes told me things were moving for him. I remember getting angry and telling him I was going to F-ing pee on him if he didn't move back and give me some room on the seat. I'm sure I for a second sat and peed on one of his thighs. That caused him to move farther back on the toilet and he used kind of a bear hug to pull me back. I could tell by using my hands and what we under me that it was an oval seat. But I could tell my crotch was right on the front of the seat and that my pee wasn't getting into the bowl. I was in quite a bit of pain holding my pee despite the odds of bursting my bladder. I used my back to continue to give Seth small shoves backward until I could hear my heavy stream hit the water.
As it continued Seth kind of apologized. He said he had a giant grogan
due. I could tell he was pushing at it pretty good but he said he hadn't crapped since his grandfather took him to a professional boxing match like 5 days earlier. He said getting it out would be tough but at least his dad wouldn't be cussing him out for jamming up the pipes. I hadn't thought about that much because it wasn't an issue at my house. About that time, I felt something on my pubic area that was moving. I asked Seth and he swore it wasn't his finger. Then I felt a bite. Using my thumb I found I had killed a bug. That scared me into standing and then bumping around trying to find the toilet paper. I decided to pull my clothing up. I noticed that neither of us had latched the door so I opened it by about a half inch to get some light. As I did I heard a sigh from Seth who had finally dropped his giant grogan. He got off the toilet and with the light from the door I could see it extending well beyond water level. It was much wider than either of my arms. One of my sneakers had apparently bent the cover of the floor drain and there were 2 or 3 different types of bugs running around.
I don't know exactly why but I wasn't as sympathetic as Seth wanted me to be. There wasn't any toilet paper. My butt practically stuck to the seat. The bugs kind of freaked me out. So I told Seth I would meet him outside. When he came out he said his butt was too sore to connect with his bike seat. And I knew it was also a mess. So we walked our bikes about 2 blocks to a C-store where we decided to share a 2 liter bottle of soda. Seth immediately excused himself to the bathroom where he cleaned himself. He was in a better mood when he came back and we continued our ride to the bowling alley. My first stop when we got inside was to again empty my bladder. Of course that was a much better experience. However as I sat, I noticed I had received a couple of bug bites from the earlier experience.Abbie
Last weekend part 1
Hi everyone, Lucys cousin Lydia stayed over again last Friday night to celebrate the end of term and the start of the summer hols, this time she asked if she could bring a friend of hers (Annabelle) and Lucy said that was no problem. Like before Lucy had to work late so I said I'd meet Lydia and Annabelle at the bus stop, they were coming straight from school. I had a slight need for a wee before I left but I didn't want to be late so I decided I'd use the loo when I got back. When I got to the main road the traffic was really bad and I had to wait ages for the bus to arrive, by which point my slight need had turned into a major one! Eventually the bus came and Lydia and Annabelle got off, they were both moaning that they'd been stuck in traffic for ever and were really hot and uncomfortable. As we were walking along the road towards my turning my bladder was getting fuller and fuller and I knew I'd never make it home without at least letting some spurts go into my knickers, so I was just about to put myself through the embarassment of admitting to the other two that I was desperate for a wee and would have to go outside on the way back when suddenly Lydia said, "Abbie, I need a wee soooo bad, I don't think I'm gonna make it to your house!" "Yeah, I'm bursting too!" Annabelle said. "Well that makes three of us then, I'm desperate to have a wee as well!" I replied. I thought quickly- it would take too long to walk back into town, so I said, "If we turn off here theres a field with some trees a couple of minutes walk away, I hope you don't mind having a wee outside!"
"Well I've got no choice, its either that or I'll wet my pants!" replied Annabelle. We turned off down a lane and crossed a stile on the side to enter a small field, there were some trees at the far end. Annabelle and Lydia hurried towards the trees, Lydia was biting her bottom lip and looking like she might not make it. "Oh my God, I can't hold it much longer, I'm gonna wee myself any second!" she said. As we entered the trees the girls both dumped their school bags on the ground, Lydia said "Sorry but I'm just gonna take my skirt and pants off completely, that way I won't get them wet!" and with that she unzipped her skirt. I could see Annabelle hesitating and looking awkward, she said, "I don't mind having a wee in front of you two but what if some farmer comes along and sees us?" By now Lydia had pulled down her skirt and stepped out of it, she was wearing white cotton full fitting knickers which were stuck up her bum.
"Well he'll probably be more embarrased than us!" she said.
"Its all right for you, your such an exhibitionist!" replied Annabelle, and turning to me she said, "She slept round mine last weekend and when she needed the loo before we went to bed I had to stop her walking across the landing in her pants, she didn't even have a bra on!" Lydia pulled down her knickers and said, "Well now I haven't got any pants on!!" She took off her knickers and hung them and her skirt on a branch before squatting down and moaning with relief as a loud stream spurted down into the dry soil. Annabelle was still looking really embarassed so to help her I lifted my dress, dropped my pink and blue stripey knickers and squatted, I moaned as my bladder started to empty. Seeing both of us in full flow seemed to give Annabelle the boost she needed, she unzipped her skirt and took it off completely like Lydia had done. She was wearing a tight pair of pale blue knickers with pink edging, blushing she eased them down over her bum and let them fall around her ankles before kicking them over to her skirt, as Lydias and my streams started to slow down Annabelle squatted and unleashed a stream every bit as strong as we just had! Lydia eventually stopped after a couple of final spurts, she said, "Hang on, I've got some tissues we can wipe with," and she reached across for her bag and dragged it towards her. She passed a tissue to me and Annabelle, took one for herself and wiped her front, and then put her knickers and skirt back on and sat on a tree stump waiting for us to finish. I was next to be done, I wiped, pulled up my knickers and let down my skirt, and a few seconds later Annabelle's stream dribbled to a stop. She wiped and then leant forward to pick up her knickers and skirt and I noticed the marks the elastic of her knickers had made on her bum and thighs, she quickly got dressed and then we started to make our way out of the copse. We had only gone a few steps when Annabelle suddenly squealed and said, "Oh God, I think I've literally got ants in my pants!!" She unzipped her skirt again and let it fall to her feet and tugged her knickers down to her knees, sure enough she found a couple of ants inside them which she brushed out before getting dressed again, in the meantime Lydia and I couldn't help laughing much to Annabelle's annoyance. She said, "I can't believe I've had to get undressed twice now, hopefully I'll manage to keep my pants on until we get to your house Abbie!" We made it back home without any more 'incidents' and went up to my room so Lydia and Annabelle could get changed. There are some more stories from the weekend but I'm running out of time now so I'll share them in my next post, I hope you enjoyed this story, bye for now!
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Britany B great story it sounds like you all had great poops and you and that desperate girl both had to poop a lot.
To: Mary first welcome to the site and great story about your big poop and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.
To: Mystery Poster it sounds like you got hit bad by a virus to cause you all to erupt out both ends.
To: Mrs. Toilet Trooper great story it sounds you both had great poops and I bet you both felt good afterwards.
To: Becc great story it sounds like she had a good sized poop and you had a good one as well.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this siteMina
Dear Everybody
Maybe I can't post for about 2 weeks.... so I tell you now my plan. But Hisae said, if you angry on this site, we give up the plan.
We found good place to do buddy dump in nature and we booked hot spring hotel about 13 kms from the place. So our plan, we get up early, and drive to the place, it is pass in mountain and very quiet road. Nobody there, and it seem, bear never come and boar very rare and usually at night. We found place not easy to see from empty car park. But if a person come, we have to move quickly, so we decide we wear skirt and no panties, we can take off them in Maho's car.
One of us will keep a look out from place where can see both buddy dump and car park and all around. It is decide that I do. Hisae will finish poo quickly maybe, so she relieve me and I go to Maho and Kazuko. We keep loo paper in a bag and take to place where there is dustbin.
We hope it will be a good weather. We are excited very much! It is plan for a Monday, but if it is rain, we can do Tuesday, we book hot spring hotel 2 nights.
We are crazy girls I think. But if I don't find this site, we never think of such kind of thing! In Japan, very rare to poo in nature. Pee is common especially man.
But as I say, if you angry, we give up a plan.
Love from Mina and K M HMina
PS, to Brittany B
Kazuko says hello to you. She admire that you do so many motions even there are girls next door! But real reason of this post is, maybe one day your friend will be in a pain because constipate or something like that, then you can say "I can go in and hold your hand if you like." then perhaps she will let you in. Or you can be in a pain and ask her to come into your loo and hold YOUR hand.
Good Luck.
Love, Mina + 3
melanie
To JW: I can remember it being pretty embarrassing when my mother watched me push and I always felt like I only wanted to give it half my effort because I didn't want to grunt. I have always been very vocal when constipated and when left alone I will make noises such as "HHHHNNNNNNGGHHH!" and "UNNNGGGHHH!" while trying to move my bowels.
Unlike yours, my mother never demonstrated how to push she usually just rubbed my stomach for me. I suppose she just assumed I knew how to. I think I always did though. When you're constipated, your stomach almost pushes a bit for you so you just have to help it along. I don't know.
I would love to hear any stories you have about you being constipated as a child.
regards, melanie.
JOHN
Random Thoughts
Browsing through here earlier and hit upon a random page and it was from one of my favourite posters from a few years back! Her name was Jemma and was a frequent contributor to this site. If she's still lurking here then a big hi to you! It got me thinking that there are a few contributors who have been posting for a long time now and I am minded of Abbie whose stories are always both informative and entertaining. Long may your contributions continue! Another poster of long standing and indeed from the early days of this site is of course Adrian whose words of wisdom are very welcome. As for me nothing particularly noteworthy except that yesterday my bowel cancer screening kit arrived and I have just taken the first sample of three! Thank you to all the contributors who are the mainstay of this informative and interesting as well as entertaining forum!
Take care and regards
John B
Steve A
To Brittany B & Everyone (College Food Effect)
There's something that I'd like to add to my own personal experience at college:
At my college, our regular dining hall food is average at best. They have good days and okay days. They also seem to have the best food options when they have visitors/tourists and when we have freshman orientation.
Some people are negatively affected by it due to the sudden change from home-cooked food to college dining hall food. For me, there wasn't much of a change, but my bowels became more regular on an everyday basis. I normally go everyday, but I might skip a day or two depending on my daily fiber intake for that day.
So, were you personally affected by the transition? Did you notice any other people who were affected by it?
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
Bk
Big poo
I just took a really big poo, it was one of the ones that are formed into logs but really oozey. I just have a question for everyone, does anyone ever take immodium to deliberately make yourself constipated. And if someone could tell me what food is good to eat that will make you constipated.Lorenz
Zane's pre-kindergarten poo
Over the 4th of July my parents hosted a mini-family reunion. While there were 11 kids there, 10 of them were girls. My dad asked me to look out for my cousin Zane. He's 5 and will be starting school this fall. With all the adults reunionating, my dad suggested I take Zane over to the park and suggested if we were willing to do a longer walk, a trip over to the closest public pool. Once we got to the park, Zane complained he needed to poo. So we walked toward the middle of the park where I knew some of the toilets were. Zane was running ahead of me so I was alert enough to know it might be an emergency. This was a really old building. There were 4 toilets on the left side. Each had a lot of litter around it. There were three partitions, but no doors. The 1st had obviously overflowed and I grabbed Zane who was running toward it and steered him down the line. His speed challenged me. He was in the 3rd toilet, I saw his underwear and shorts dropped and grabbed him just before he seated himself. He got a little angry, but I grabbed some toilet paper, wiped the seat off, and wanted to check things out before he got started. Good thing I did because he had to use his hands from the front to hoist himself onto the seat. I remember either my mom or dad said when I was his age that there should be more kiddie-size toilets. But there he was with his feet dangling but no noticeable action. I waited about 5 minutes, and when a high school student about may age came in and opened up and made a horrendous splash into one of the urinals, I decided not to hurry Zane. Instead, I took the toilet right next to Zane, seated myself, and did a mini-pee that I hoped would be encouraging to him. It worked. It wasn't more than 15 or 20 seconds, but then I heard a couple of splashes into the water next to me. I saw Zane momentarily step off the toilet, and he then reseated himself. Quickly, I heard 2 more splashes. Then Zane yelled out that he was now ready for school because he had pooed away from home. I reminded him about what was next. He shouted out "wiping myself clean." I saw him get off the stool, heard the toilet paper roll turn, then he'd wipe and throw it in the toilet. Then he'd retake his seat for a moment, then step down and redo the process. He did this 3 times. I complimented him before we went down to the playground equipment. When we got back home, he ran ahead of me to the patio and yelled "Mommy, I did my pre-school poo." Everyone laughed hard. My grandpa, when he was done laughing, added his usual sarcasm about wishing he could be that lucky.
W.
Hiking a very popular trail one morning when going away to find a place to relieve myself I saw one of my fellow hikers going to toilet. She was not really squatting. She was standing with shorts at the knees bending forward supporting elbows on the knees. I could see what was coming out! Luckily she did not spot me. She had tried to hide but did not assume anyone else to be around so early.