3 Chili DumpsHey all! I hope everyone had a great holiday, whatever you may celebrate! I have a good story from Friday that I want to share, but first, replies!
Becc M - Hey girl! Great gym story! I ought to go just for the toilet potential toilet experiences haha! But I'm really not fan of working out. I'm comfortable with my doughy belly and butt anyway. Your workplace sounds like a great dumping ground too! I rarely get the opportunity to hear my female colleagues pooping. You're really lucky! Can't wait to hear more! Much love!
Sarah your ride share driver - You must run into a lot of public bathrooms considering your lifestyle. Can't say I'm not a little jealous! What's the most interesting public toilet you've ever had to poop in?
Pratik - You are one lucky boy to see your coworker Juliette take a dump. She sounds like a really cool girl. Are you guys going to make this a regular thing, or was this a one time deal?
Grace P - I loved your story about your mom pooping while you showered! Sounded like a really good poop. I never saw my mom poop. She wasn't very open about it. Sounded like she would do it again too! Are you going to return the favor someday?
Crystal - That's a really interesting public toilet! I would definitely use it myself!
Rochelle - I'm glad you enjoyed my Black Friday Blowout! I wish I would have had some company for that poop. I'm really looking forward to more stories from you! Especially the one with all of your poop buddies!
Alrighty. story time! So my friend Sarah and her boyfriend Matt just bought a house together. So exciting! Sarah wanted to paint some of the rooms before they move in, so the Friday after Christmas, Jess and I went over to their house to help Sarah paint their new bedroom. While we were there, Sarah's mom came by and dropped off a big crockpot full of homemade chili and some brownies for dessert. After the prep work of putting the blue tape all over everything, we decided to take a chili break. It was absolutely delicious! I had 2 big bowls of it. Jess and Sarah had pretty generous helpings as well. After we ate, we got to work painting.
About 2 hours into us working, I started to feel my stomach bubble. I knew that chili was going to come back to bite me in the butt! I was up on a ladder painting along the ceiling, even though I'm the shortest haha! Jess was laying on the floor, painting along the trim against the floor, her big leggings clad butt facing me. It kind of looked like she was clenching her butt too. Sarah was across the room painting around the doors to the hallway and closet. As I climbed down from the ladder to get more paint, I felt a fart want to come out, so I let out a loud, long, and wet fart. It felt so good! The girls stopped and looked at me, Jess giving me a big smile accompanied by a giggle. I said I was sorry, and that just had to come out. Sarah said she figured that was going to happen eventually when her mom brought the chili over. Jess said, "I'm glad I'm not the only one." and then she let out a little grunt a ripped a big bubbly fart while still laying on the ground. Sarah looked surprised and said, "Wow, I've never heard you fart before." Jess told her how she's been inspired by me lately to be more comfortable with her own bodily functions and told her about the times we had pooped together over the past few weeks. Sarah was surprised, but not disgusted. I asked her if she has ever pooped in front of anybody, and she said no. "Not even Matt?" I asked. "No! Especially not him! I mean sure, he's seen me pee, even you guys have seen that, but I don't think I could do that." Well I told her I need a poop break and Jess agreed that she did too, so we asked if Sarah would like to join us. She thought about it for a second and figured why not, but was unsure whether she would poop with us herself. I told her it was no pressure.
So the three of us left the room and made our way to the bathroom. Their new house only has one bathroom, but it's super nice as it was just remodeled before they bought the place. The toilet is in the corner of the bathroom and has a comfy round seat with a really big and deep bowl. I farted another wet one that was dangerously close to a shart and asked Jess if she wanted to go first. Jess said, "By the sound of that fart, you should probably go first." I said ok, and went over to the toilet. I farted again as I pulled my own leggings and panties down to my knees in one motion and got seated on the toilet. Jess and Sarah took seats on the side of the bath tub on the left side of the bathroom, giving them a perfect side profile view of me sitting on the toilet! Seated, I gave a slight push and a wave of mushy poop splattered into the toilet followed by another wet fart. It immediately stunk really bad! Sarah held her nose and asked me how I could not be embarrassed right now. I said, "I'm just doing what my body needs to do. Everybody does it! Besides, we ought to be blaming your mom for this mess!" haha! Jess and Sarah both laughed and agreed with me as a farted and splattered more wet poop into the bowl. Jess leaned to her side a let another bubbly fart rip out. After that, Sarah just said, "Aww what the heck" and leaned over as her own bubbly fart ripped out. She seemed to be becoming more relaxed. Jess asked me how much longer I would be as I farted again. I knew I had a little more, I just needed to relax more. About a minute passed by before one last wave made itself known with a fart and more splattery poop. I felt done, so I wiped my messy butt 5 times and reached back to flush. I stood up, pulling my leggings up as Jess stood up to take her turn on the bowl. I washed my hands as she dropped her tight leggings and panties to her ankles and took a seat. I sat down next to Sarah as Jess ripped a bubbly fart into the bowl. Fast crackling sounds followed as soft, creamy turds plopped into the bowl and Jess gave a hefty sigh of relief. I commented that Jess' poop sounded messier than usual and she said, "Gee I wonder why" and we all shared another laugh. Sarah and I each farted on the bath tub again as Jess kept plopping, a little slower now than her first round. Jess said, "I'm glad your toilet has a big bowl. I'd hate to flood the thing before you guys even get chance to move in." She also commented on the fact that the toilet was really close to the wall. Her butt cheek was squished against the wall! haha! It's still a pretty nice bathroom. Jess plopped a little more and ripped one last boisterous fart before she felt she was done. She wiped her butt 4 times before she was clean and then gave the toilet a flush. She pulled her pants back up, washed her hands, and then we both looked at Sarah and asked if she needed to go. She looked a little nervous, but she said yes.
She got up and went over to the toilet, dropping her leggings and panties just enough so she could sit on the toilet and not poop in them. Jess sat back down next to and I farted again, causing her to giggle. We sat and chatted for a little while, Sarah cutting short but loud fart into the toilet. After about 2 minutes and not hearing anything plop, I asked Sarah if she was ok. She said her butthole was just being shy. Jess asked her if she wanted us to leave. Sarah said, "No, I just need to relax. Getting more comfortable with this is going to be good for me, since our apartment had 2 bathrooms, but the house only has one." She farted again and started to push. Jess and I were just talking, but watching Sarah intently. Neither of us had ever seen our friend fart before and now here she was trying to take a dump with us in the room. After half a minute of her straining, we finally heard some soft poop crackle out and flump into the water. She looked a little red in the face, probably more from embarrassment rather than straining. She plopped a good 7 plops and said she was done. I said, "That was fast." and she said her poop usually does just come out all at once as she reached for the toilet paper. Jess asked her how she felt and she said it wasn't so bad, but it helped that we were 2 close friends and not strangers. She wiped 3 times, redressed and washed her hands. Jess and I got up. I farted one last time and said, "I feel a lot better after our poop break!" Jess agreed, and Sarah said, "Yeah, me too. Maybe we should do this more often. Anyway, let's get back to work!" And we went and resumed the painting.
I was absolutely ecstatic that Sarah joined Jess and I for a group poop! It was a little difficult to keep my cool, but I managed to make sure was a low key, casual experience. I hope I get more with both of them soon!
Three stories and some hellosHi everyone,
I hope everyone had a great Christmas! I certainly did! That relates to one of my stories which I'll come on to in a bit.
Abbie - so great to hear from you! Hope your constipation isn't too bad. I don't often have problems in that area tho this week is unusual.
Taylor - wow you're brave pooing outside! I don't think I ever have tho i have weed outside plenty of times!
And so that brings me on to my first story... I'd been out just before Christmas for drinks. Now my big weakness is that when I've had a couple of drinks my bladder contracts to the size of a pea, and I'm weeing all the time. This often means that if I have any distance to travel home, I end up desperate, leaking, or squatting. Or all three!! So I'd been out with some friends and headed home around midnight, it was a really cold night and I was shivering. I also needed a wee from early on so by the time I was a bit out of town where its quieter, my bladder was screaming at me! I ducked between a phone box and a whelie bin, hitched my dress up and black thong down, and squatted. It felt like heaven and it was so cold I could see steam coming off it! I didn't wipe properly as I could hear footsteps coming and didn't have time!
Second was after Christmas. Obviously I'd been eating loads as we all do, Christmas night I felt some stomach pain and thought I'd better sit on the loo. I had a wee and tried to have a poo but nothing came. Boxing Day came and went, that evening I sat on the loo but nothing came out. Boxing Day night more pain, again I went to sit on the loo but nothing. Then the next morning I woke up to quite a full feeling and a feeling of needing to go. I dozed off again but woke up to a feeling of needing to go NOW! I got out of bed and sleepily headed to the bathroom and sat down. Almost right away I could feel the poo start to push out, it got so far and I had to start pushing hard, but once I'd given it a start i felt a big bit drop off, then another follow speedily, and another long one afterwards. All were hard and quite painful really. That was it for now but about an hour later I had to go again and had another large load. Definitely felt relieved afterwards!
Last story happened earlier on today. I was in a cafe in town and felt I needed the loo. I followed the sign to the back where they are, it took you up a staircase and along a corridor then through a door. On the other side were two unisex cubicles. Both were in use, so I waited in the lobby. A minute later a boy who looked about 11 came in and asked if I was waiting, I said I was. He was crossing his legs and looked desperate for something. One cubicle flushed and I was going to offer if he wanted to go, but then so did the other cubicle and two women came out.
I went into the cubicle, and could hear the boy go into his cubicle. Outside, the two women were washing their hands. I heard him muttering to himself "come on, go away, I need to go" and under the partition could see a shadow dancing around. I figured he might be shy of going whilst the women were around. I wondered if he had thought of me, but then I heard the door slam as they left and right away there was a hive of activity next door. I heard him crash down onto the toilet and I could hear weeing, whilst there was an almighty loud fart. The wee carried on, and there was a second fart. It tailed off and there was a huge volley of plops, some loud and some quieter, some long and distinct and some dribbling in between. It sounded like a spectacular release. This carried on for a couple of minutes, then went quiet with some occasional grunting followed by a plop.
While all this was going on, I'd pulled my jeans and blue knickers down and done a wee, and then had a reasonable poo myself.
As I left I could hear loo roll being pulled off.
Well that's it for now, will write soon, take care everyone!
Tuesday, January 01, 2019
Big accidentI was in the afternoon class with my friend Kieran when he quietly told me that he needed to do a poo. It was the beginning of the lesson and it was a double period, and the school has a strict policy of not allowing students to use the toilet in class. Kieran asked to go to the toilet but was told that he couldn't. By halfway through the lesson, he clearly needed to do the toilet and at this point I too was feeling an urge to poo. Kieran whispered to me that he was absolutely bursting for a poo and might not be able to hold it in for the rest of the lesson. I tried to be supportive and told him that he would make it but I wasn't sure if he would. When the bell rang for the end of the lesson (and the day) Kieran stood up, hastily got his bag and hurried over to the boy's toilets. I went along with him as I was very desperate to empty my bowels as well. The toilets were in the canteen area and as we walked up to the door Kieran suddenly stopped and farted loudly. As I watched he did an enormous poo in his grey school trousers, forming a semi-noticeable (the trousers are not very flexible) bulge in his rear. He put a hand on his arse and tried to walk through the door to the toilets, which thankfully were unoccupied. I asked him if he needed any help and he said that he would need a change of underpants. I happened to have a spare pair in my bag so I told him to take a stall. I was extremely desperate and bursting to do a poo and as I walked into the stall Kieran had entered I suddenly felt a gigantic, hard poo slide into my black Firetrap boxer briefs. It was a long, thick hard log that tented out the back of my boxers. It was followed by another log, smaller in length but just as thick. Kieran had already locked the stall door and was undoing his trousers, his bag on the floor. He looked at me and saw that I had pooed my boxers as well. I put my bag on the floor and took my spare pair of boxers out of my bag (they were the same brand as my normal ones but were red). I then took my trousers and boxers down to inspect the damage. A huge mass of poo sat in the middle of them and I could clearly see the first, huge log which had been followed by the second one. My boxers were black so the stain didn't show but the poo was very big. Kieran had dropped his trousers to his ankles and was standing in his Black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He turned around and slowly inched his boxers down, exposing the white waistband which had been hidden underneath his jumper and blazer. His legs were a little spread apart, and I could see his bare arse as he slipped his boxers to his ankles. His arse wasn't dirty or anything, which surprised me given that the poo in his boxers was so enormous. There were several huge, thick brown logs in the middle of his boxer briefs. His poo was bigger than mine and he must have been quite constipated. He stepped out of his boxers and turned round, grabbing my spare pair and pulling them on. He then pulled up his trousers and buttoned them up. My own boxers were still full of poo so I just pulled them up, dumped Kieran's poo in the toilet and gave him his boxers back. Kieran thanked me and we left the stall together, my poo still making my dirty underpants bulge out in the back. I should have emptied them in the school toilet but I didn't think of it.
Has anyone else had a similar experience, having a poo accident? What did you do?
Loving a little girl in her most embarrassing moment.Brittney B.
I have 4 good pooping buddies besides my Mom. Most of them are are friends I grew up with so I think that helped. It was often the kind of thing where being young, we were a lot less self conscious and willing to try new things together. it was fun and special to look back on now. I can remember time very special to my heart though when I was little.
I can remember having my friend Sara over when we were 7 and we were in my bedroom watching tv. Our hallway bathroom was right across the hall from my bedroom and I had to go poop. I ran over to the toilet and seated myself comfortably as I always do, and immediately let out a big base fart. It felt so good that I burst out a loud sigh of relief!
I began to relax and let my anus open as I could feel a good load coming. Sara peered around the doorway of my room and saw me sitting on our toilet.
She asked me, what are you doing? I said "I'm going poop, you can come in if you want". I think being invited into someone else's pooping session was a new thing to Sara, but I had always liked watching other people poop, and I really wanted Sara to watch me, so I invited her to watch me.
My emerging turd crackled and plopped beneath me as Sara entered the bathroom and stood in front of me. I sighed after the plop, and relaxed my rectum for the next load. I grunted as the next load came out. It was going to be a big one! I grunted repeatedly, inching the long poop out my hole. I wish I could have seen it sticking out of me as I grunted. As I was a little girl and my ass was small for the toilet seat, I told Sara to look behind me and see my turd sticking out. I leaned forward so she could see it. She remarked," your poop is huge Rochelle!". The next thing she said was" it smells "! I paused for a minute to enjoy the feeling my stretched anus. I said," It smells but it feels so good, I love big poops!" I held my turd for a while until my anus began to hurt just a bit, so I began to push and grunt more. A second more and splash, it was out. The splash made my ass really wet. I let out another really big fart as Sara was still looking in the toilet bowl behind my ass. I let out another sigh as if to announce "ahh, I love to poop!" I remained on the toilet for a short piss, and then wiped. I don't remember how many wipes it took but probably 3. Even then, I swiveled around on the toilet to reach the handle to flush, and then dismounted the toilet to pull up my undies and pants. It felt so good to poop with Sara!
I think being in the bathroom with a someone pooping was new to Sara, but I could tell she was curious and I wanted her to be. I remember even then really wanting to see her poop, and so I wanted to start by setting an example if she would accept it.
I remember pooping like this a few times while asking Sara to watch before she felt comfortable enough to return the favor.
We were at my house again a while later and we had take out pizza for supper. It was rather greasy, but very good! She slept over and I remember waking up in the morning to hear Sara scurrying off to the bathroom. She walked in the open door to find my Mom on the toilet happily savoring her morning dump. My mom always left the door open for toilet duties and her, me, and my sisters all enjoyed openness on the toilet.
Sara said told My mom," I really have to poop!". Mom said " okay sweetie, let me wipe real quick and can poop. I don't think Mom was done pooping but she was able to pause her solid dump for Sara's coming release. After Mom wiped, she got up and scooted over so Sara could back up and sit down. Mom hadn't flushed the toilet, so Sara sat over Mom's partial morning shit. Her feet dangled a bit off the floor as she perched on the front of the toilet, as did I being the same age. Sara quirted out a brief liquid stream of poop which exploded into a trumpet blast of loud diarrhea sounds. The loudest mixture of gas and poop I had ever heard! I still remember the sound, it was such an awesome sound!
Mom was standing right next to Sara, watching behind as she exploded onto Mom's dump in the bowl. She patted Sara's back and said, "wow honey, that's a lot of poop! Just let it all out, it feels so much better when you're done."
Sara began to cry a little bit as a second wave of diarrhea exploded uncontrollably into the toilet, which by now smelled really bad. My mom got down on her knees next to the toilet and wrapped her arms around Sara as a third wave exploded and even bubbled from her anus, which I think was starting to burn from the diarrhea. The madness of poop subsided after a 4th wave from Sara's bum, and then Mom continued to hug her and said "It's okay honey, just let it all out. You'll feel better if you let it all come out". " it must have been the pizza we ate last night. We'll be more careful about that in the future."
Sara said her anus was really sore. Mom told Sara to sit for a minute and let her anus relax and recover from the burning blast that came out. She sat for a minute and then began to carefully wipe her butt because it was rather tender.
I'd say it took 4 or 5 gentle wipes. She got off the toilet and Mom flushed it, saying" That's a lot of poop girl! I'm glad you let it out in the toilet and not in the bed! I better flush because I've gotta poop some more!"
Sara pulled up her pants and washed her hands as Mom sat back down on the toilet and let out a loud fart as her bowels relaxed again. She let out a big sigh of relief and a smile. Sara walked past Mom to exit the bathroom. From the toilet Mom reached out to hug her one more time to comfort her. With her poop crackling, and splashing into the toilet, she looked at Sara and said " it's not your fault and it's really good to poop".
I have used the toilet with Sara around ever since and in later years she began to warm up to pooping around me too. We do it all the time when we see each other now. As we grew up into our adult years, she told me that moment of being loved and encouraged on the toilet really came to mean a lot to her as time went on. I don't think she's fascinated by bodily functions as I am, but she said it really taught her a sense of love for herself and her body in a very personal way. It was very meaningful later in life and she loves her toilet time because of it. I just love that!
To answer your original question, I have pooped with all of my poop buddies at once before but I'l save that for another day. I promise!
I've been having more poops made of little marble-like pieces. They're smooth and hard as they come out, packed together into a turd shape, but as soon as they leave my hole they break apart and plop loudly into the toilet.
On Wednesday I finally had a poop that came out a little more normal. I felt the urge and headed to my toilet, where I sat and sent a long stream of piss into the bowl. Then, I began depositing soft, long pieces into the bowl. They were light brown, and would break off after reaching 9 inches or so, resulting in three fairly even turds. The final one stuck out of the water a ways, which kicked up a smell that lead me to do something I almost never do - flush before wiping.
I had an unobstructed view as my three snakes were sucked down the toilet. They began their journey moving in unison, but soon the hole at the bottom of the bowl because too small, and so the three stopped moving, and one by one each log was pulled past the others and - whoosh - was gone.
I set about wiping, ensuring I was clean and dropping the used paper into the toilet. As the poop had left surprisingly few skidmarks, I decided to leave my toilet paper for my roommates to pee on and flush along with their waste.
Does anyone else ever share a flush with others? What's your experience of it like?
Also, do any other ladies on here have experience peeing into a toilet from standing? I've been practicing in the shower and an thinking of giving it a try. I'd love to hear some female standing pee stories!
Cleansing DayMy girlfriend decided that after all the cookies and christmas treats, it was time for a good clean-out. So while I was at home today, she did some shopping and came back with two large bottles of prune juice and a delicious french onion soup, plus some sugar free ice cream. I wasn't really looking forward to a day on the toilet, so Sally changed into her halloween nurse costume and - it didn't take long to persuade me to drink two large glasses of the prune juice. And after that it was too late anyway to hesitate, so we ate the onion soup and a huge amount of the ice cream along with the rest the prune juice. She teased me a lot and told me that if I ate more of the sugar ice cream on top of all the prune juice and onion soup, I'd surely be getting runs pretty soon.
Sure enough, after an hour or so, my stomach felt as if filled with the most explosive mixture of liquid and air, and I had the typical diarrhea feeling fast approaching. Sally, still in teasing mood and in her short shiny hot nurse halloween costume, told me to put on some of her old shiny soccer shorts (vintage stuff from the 80ies) as they are easier to wash ... and it was not a minute to early. The first wet fart came a couple of minutes later, and then an enormous cramp hit me - so much so that I just froze, and within seconds, my shorts were filled with an enormous amount watery diarrhea. And so it went until the late evening - I got my reward, though.
post Christmas clear outHello everyone, I hope you had a wonderful Christmas, or just a wonderful week if you don't celebrate it! I have a story to share from earlier today (Thursday 27th) which I'm going to describe as "My post Christmas clear out" I didn't go at all on Christmas day and I didn't go on boxing day either so as someone who usually does a large poo twice a day, I was feeling rather blocked up! I knew when I finally went it would be a big one so I decided to go outside instead of risking clogging my toilet. I had the house to myself and the garden isn't overlooked at all so it seemed perfect, if a little cold.
At about 1pm I felt the familiar urge knocking on my backdoor for the first time since Monday evening. I ignored it for a little while but it was very quickly building so I put on my shoes and coat, grabbed a pack of tissues and headed outside. My garden has a shed which is ofset from the fence a little and it's the perfect place to hide behind. Nobody at all can see you. I ducked behind the shed and pulled down my jeans and thong just enough to be out of the firing line as I squatted before letting nature take the wheel.
First to come out was all the coffee I had been drinking over the last few hours in a gentle stream, creating a puddle around my feet on the concrete. It felt so nice having a wee and I really enjoyed doing it outside, it's not something I do often so it was extra special. It was such a long wee too, I had no idea I needed to go so badly. Once it finally trickled to a stop I tried to relax and let the rest happen naturally, but part of me wanted to push and hurry it along a little, I was so cold!
It wasn't long at all before my poop crowned and I was quickly stretched wide open, it even made my eyes water a little. I did my best to relax as much as possible as it slowly slid out of me, the soft load curling beneath my butt against the concrete, and just enjoyed the sweet, sweet relief. My poop came out at a steady pace in one continuous piece and I began to wonder when it was going to endů and where I had been keeping it all!
After what felt like forever I finally closed up again and I looked behind me to see my creation. Underneath me was a behemoth! Sitting in my puddle was a neat pile made from a poop about an inch and a half thick and easily a couple of feet long, I couldn't believe it! I opened up my tissues and used a handful for my behind and one for my front before pulling up my clothes again. I took one last look at my creation and went back inside to wash my hands and warm up.
I didn't even mention it in my last post but Oh my gosh! I would love to have been there for your black Friday blowout! I love dumps like that. So cool! I enjoy blowing up a toilet when other ladies are sitting in stalls next to me. Sometimes it encourages them to let loose, which I just love. So fun!
OMG! That was so cute about your Mom pooping while you showered! Such a good dump. I just love listening to big girl dumps. It was funny how she loved the food right to the toilet, LOL! I really love it!
I hope you two do get to do that again because I have fond that it's really bonding to share something that is otherwise so private. Something really special happens when you can relax your mind, and your bowels, LOL with someone else special. I really think that was sweet!
Night MishapThe other night, I was in a deep sleep next to my boyfriend and dreaming of using the toilet when suddenly I awoke (thankfully). I had just started peeing in my pants. I immediately clenched, swung my legs to the side of the bed, and got up. With each step, slowly fumbling in the dark, I spurted a little more pee into my pants. I was able to make it to finish in the toilet, but the leaks had caused a melon-sized wet patch, so I had to change my pants. Luckily, I did not pee the bed, and my sleeping boyfriend was none the wiser.
First buddy dump experienceHi it's me crystal again I posted some time ago about me being desperate aloud me to make a new friend . I am sorry I haven't posted anything new since then but on Christmas something happened to me I wanted to share when I was out ^_^
So for Christmas me and few of my friends decided to celebrate Christmas at one of our friends house and have a girls only Christmas party I wore my favorite silver skater dress with white sandals I tought I looked really cute in it and I have been told I do lol ^_^.
So not to make this story to long we all get there exchange gift we were there for abit had fun eating drinking and I went to her bathroom for a pee and found out that the flusher didn't have a lot of strength so I didn't want to be the girl who clogged there toilet so I only went for a pee once never dared to poop . By the end I was desperate for a pee and poop and we said our goodbyes and went home and here is were things get interesting.
I wasn't expecting to be desperate for a pee and poop and on my way home I knew I needed to stop somewhere or else I was going to have an accident it's cristm and most places are closed except for a few gas stations so I pull up to the closes one and approach to ladies room and open the door to find wierd set up for the bathroom it's mostly just two toilets facing each other i pay no attention to it and walk up to the toilet to my left as I quickly pull up my dress and pull down my pink string to my knees and sit down when a hear fast pace foot steps approaching.
I look at the door and notice them swing open and see a girl around my age 20 walking in wearing sandals with some blue jeans and white tank top she had blonde hair blue eyes . We both blushed when we say each other and she saw me sitting on the toilet with my string to my knees. She quickly made her way to the only other toilet available and pulled her jeans and pink panties to her mid thighs and we both started to pee not really making any eye contact as it was awkward both of us going with someone we didn't know going infront of us I soon finish my pee and remained seated hoping she would be just peeing but nope we both just sat infront of each other squirming a little not wanting to let the other know we needed to poop .
It's been I think two minutes when I decide to brake the ice by letting out a little push and start to poop giving a sigh of relief and she did aswell we were both going for abit one dropping a poop one after another I did about 5 poops and she did 5 aswell and she finished first and started wiping I was able to see her big butt as she flushed and started wiping and I was going on my last poop we didn't say anything to each other as she was washing her hands when I wiped I wiped my front and back so did she we wiped 3 times in total.
Yeah that is my experience on my first buddy dump .sorry if my writting isn't the best I am trying to improve ^_^ also thank you for reading
Holiday Travel Crapping ProblemsWe just got back from a Christmas road trip to my aunts. Just over 700 miles each way was the longest trip I've taken with Kellen (9) and Darcee (7). Darcee was great and I was cooperative for her almost hourly need for a pee break. I don't think she peed a river each time but I'd get off the interstate, pull up to a rest stop, walk her to the door of the ladies room and she would run for a toilet, with the help of her arms and hands, get herself up on the adult-size toilet. And she was good, with a couple of reminders and one faucet-use demonstration, pushing down the flusher and washing her hands.
For her brother, who is in 4th grade but physically smaller and less-than-confident for his age, it was a different story. Kellen absolutely has hated using public bathrooms. When he was younger he was unable to unlatch the toilet door three times in one summer. Each time he had to slide out on his belly under the door. I checked the once mens room at the park that he was using (a sliding bar) that was bent was tough, even for me.
Such problems have caused Kellen to be constipated when he's away from home, especially on overnight trips that we haven't done that many of.
At school, its not an issue since none of the guys' toilet cubicles have privacy doors. But when we're away from home and many of the mens bathrooms have a mixture of privacy-doored toilets and non-doored, Kellen takes the non-doored one. That was the case at one of the first rest areas we stopped at. Darcee and I had done our thing, were waiting for Kellen outside the mens' room entrance. I had asked him that morning before we left the hotel if he had crapped and he said he hadn't. He had missed two days and the previous night I had given him 2 laxative caplets suggested by his pediatrician. I got worried, called in for Kellen and getting no response, yelled out that a woman was coming in. I quickly walked past a guy at the urinals and two guys--doors closed--doing their craps. I could see Kellen, on the toilet with jeans down to his soft shoes, awkwardly sitting with his crap ready. He was not able to punch it out.
He said it was too large and was hurting him as he pushed. All I could think of so fast (I didn't want his sister waiting alone outside) was to tell him to jump down, put his weight against the toilet, and to try to widen the stance of his legs. I went outside again and after about 5 minutes called into him to get him to re-seat himself normally and to gradually try to get the gremlin out. It didn't work, although he passed about 2 or 3 small balls of crap. We drove another 75 miles or so when both Darcee and I needed to pee out all the fluid we had been drinking. The rest stop was empty because it had gotten dark so I decided to try an experiment. I took Kellen in with us. Darcee and I took the first two toilets in the row of 10 or so. I wanted to give Kellen more privacy so I told him to take a toilet down at the end of the row. I heard him latch the door, get up on the seat that seemed to squeak a little, and Darcee and I drowned out each other's noise. However, toward the end of my sit, I dropped two pieces that splashed and asked for a snicker from Darcee. She obliged, as she loves to.
Before we washed our hands, Darcee and I walked down to Kellen. He was on his feet and carefully cleaning himself. He was in pain when he pointed to widely huge piece in the bowl that was probably five inches in length. The head was exceptionally large and imagining how it passed through his rectum made me cringe. Darcee said it was the largest log she had ever seen.
Big Bladder Babe
I'm Back--Thanks For Your ResponsesHi all! So after much debating on whether or not I belonged in this type of group or needed to find a more niche pissing forum, I have decided to that although I was unimpressed by the lack of feedback I received (other than a few really nice ones) I am really interested in exploring my peeing fantasies more so here I go folks.
Kari: I absolutely loved your story and I'm so happy that you can relate to my predicament as a member of the mega-bladder crowd. I hope that we have some others whom are willing to come out of the closet about their own large bladders on this site. Please keep sharing your stories, and I will be sure to keep sharing mine! Us Big Bladder Babes have to stick together here haha.
Currently: So what inspired me to even come on here in the first place, aside from the fact that I am high as a kite right now, lol, was embedded in a passing thought that just took place in my head a few minutes ago.
I was chilling on my bed as per usual, and also getting stoned---also, as per usual, when suddenly I noticed that my laptop was about to die if I did not run upstairs and grab the charger. As I arose, I felt the sudden need to empty my bladder. But just as I was about to dash for the potty,,,,I had an idea to try something fun. I had been recently disappointed in the fact that my usual pee-pees have not been nearly up to the bladder-sized standards I had been bragging about in my last post. I knew that I needed to pee big in order to see if I still could live up to my prior capacity. So I grabbed my large iced tea along with my charger, ran back downstairs, and decided that I'm going to hold it. Wish me luck, I'm already bursting.
Friday, December 28, 2018
Meeha's laundromat needsThroughout junior high me and Meeha were best friends because we both had athletic interests, were good students, and were mostly accepting of each other's needs. We did stayovers at each other's houses some weekends and were together so much some adults joked about us being sisters. However, pretty much that first week of school Meeha started having bathroom issues. She could store up her pee to accommodate her school schedule, but she couldn't do that with her need to crap. Her craps came on at mid-morning, often contained smelly farts and some cramping, but she wasn't able to adapt to the conditions of the school toilets; the lack of privacy in such a big room, rude girls, and dirty conditions that most of us just accepted as a fact-of-life.
By the late fall of our first year Meeha was having accidents with turtle-necking into her white underwear, as well as splashy-type farts, especially right often lunch that with more frequency would result in soft, hot deposits in her underwear. Then she would be in pain of sorts the rest of the day because she absolutely refused to crap at school. This was despite the fact that her mom, who acted like she was ex-military, and strictly inventoried what was laundered. Of course the crap stains and sometimes yellow pee stains caused Meeha to be questioned by her mom. Once we were watching TV in Meeha's room when her mom walked in with the filled laundry basket, dumped the clothing on the bed and mentioned to Meeha that 3 pairs of underwear had been badly soiled. She smiled at me and told Meeha they would talk about it later. On Monday, Meeha said her mom was threatening her with punishments if the problem continued.
Later that week we had a substitute for a few days and she wouldn't let anyone use the bathroom during class. Our teacher was pregnant and an earlier sub had allowed some of the immature boys take advantage of bathroom passes. That afternoon after school, I suggested Meeha and I walk about four blocks out of our way to a laundromat where I had stopped once while riding my bike for an emergency pee. I lent her some of my babysitting money and we went into the lone toilet there together. Meeha couldn't wait to sit and take her crap. She was so relieved sitting and releasing the soft crap. As she sat, she took off her shoes, pointed her feet directly at me, and I helped her getting her smelly and damaged underwear off.
I knew I had a few coins in my jeans so I wrapped the underwear up behind me and made one of two mistakes. I opened the door, accidentally exposing her sitting on the toilet to those in the nearby lounge area reading magazines. I thought to myself, sorry Hon, as I slammed the door behind me. Then my second mistake. I selected a washer at the other end of the room, opened the lid and dropped the soiled underwear in. Then I recognized a second mistake. What about soap? I hadn't thought of that. But I looked back at the lounge area and saw several vending machines. They were costly and a tiny container of soap cleaned out the extra money in my pocket. But Meeha was my best friend and I did it because I knew she would do the same for me. Meeha came out at that time looking kind of awkward. She took a seat next to me and used both hands to hold her dress down between her legs. It was obvious what she was doing.
Once the washer finished, I told Meeha the dryer would take about 15 minutes. Another problem: we no longer had any money left. Meeha had an idea and walked over to the soda machine, put her hand in the change slot, and came back holding the coins necessary for the dryer. While the dryer was running, we got started on our math homework. We made the longer than usual walk to Meeha's house where her mom offered us a snack. Later, up in her room, she was very thankful for what we had pulled off. The only problem we had not anticipated was one of her mom's friends had seen us in the laundromat. As a result, Meeha got grounded the next weekend.
Early period and diarrheaHello, my name is Deb. I live in London, Ontario. This is my time posting here.
A strange thing happened to me on Christmas Eve. Well, not that strange I suppose... I got my period a number of days early. The problem was that I only had one of my Always Long Ultra Thin Pads left and I knew that I would be in need of more in a hurry. I asked my boyfriend to go out and get me some more pads as it was an emergency, but since it was already in the evening, all the stores were closed until Boxing Day. So instead, I had to use these huge Always Extra-Heavy Maxi Pads that I used after my daughter was born earlier this year. I felt like I was wearing a diaper and because I'm quite small, they actually look like a diaper in my panties.
My family was over to our place this year for Christmas Day and dinner. We ate in the afternoon and then went for a walk. I tend to get diarrhea a few days before my period starts and then for the first few days after it has started, so wearing long pads has always helped me when I've had the odd pooping accident. I have pooped straight into my panties a number of times as well though. I usually keep a spare pair of panties in my purse just in case.
Anyway, as we were walking, I started getting really bad cramps which felt like diarrhea. Sure enough, as we were walking, I let out a few wet farts onto my pad. Eventually they got even worse and I let out a huge load of diarrhea into my pad and panties. I stopped as the first explosion happened and gripped onto my daughter's stroller. My boyfriend asked me if I was okay and I whispered to him that I had really bad cramps and that I just pooped my pants. This wasn't the first time that he's seen me poop my pants but as always, he was very sympathetic. I had a second explosion and the diarrhea started going down The insides and back of my legs.
When we got home, he took our daughter and changed her since she had also pooped. I got some new panties and pants and had a nice, hot shower.
I'm still wearing these huge pads, but I guess that's okay. Better than nothing I suppose.
Happy New Year to everyone!
comments & stuffTo: Sara great story it sounds like you had a pretty good poop.
To: Becc M great story it sounds like you both had pretty good poops.
To: Britanny B great story it sounds like really had to poop pretty bad and a lot from the sound of it.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Showering While My Mom Is PoopingHey everyone, sorry it's been a while. But I'm back and with a story to tell. Last night was Christmas Eve and tonight we had a big dinner. We usually have the dinner on Christmas, but since so many family members had to work on Christmas; we moved it today. The dinner was so good. We had ham, turkey, corn, baked beans, and so much more. My mom ate the most.
Today I woke up and went to take a shower. My room has a bathroom attached to it. Four minutes into taking a shower I heard a knock on the door and I heard my mom say "Sweetie, can I come in". I yelled yes to her and she came in. She said "Oh thank God you're taking a shower. Your father is using our bathroom and I REALLY need to poop. Can I please use your toilet?". She sounded really desperate. I told her yes and she went over the toilet and I heard a loud fart echo in the toilet. I heard her grunt and poop hitting the water in the toilet.
I thought she was done, but I heard another loud fart. She started talking me about last night. It was almost like we were having a normal conversation, except she was on the toilet and I was in the shower. She started talking about the food and said "I loved the food. *Loud fart*. Too bad my stomach didn't." The conversation turned to an annoying family member and this happened.
Mom: You know what I think of her?
Mom: I think she is *loud fart followed by poop hitting the water*
We both ended up laughing, but my mom stopped laughing midway and I heard poop once again hit the water. I heard start to get toilet paper and start to wipe. She said that we should do this again.
That's about it. Until next time.
Wednesday, December 26, 2018
End Stall Em
Mrs. Santa's Bathroom BreakThis happened back in the 1990s one Christmas when Amanda, my babysitter and the best babysitter I had, took me to the mall for shopping. My mom paid her extra to stand in line with me so that I could see Santa and get a picture on his lap. I guess because of the crowds, Mrs. Santa was there too. She was standing by him and handing out candy canes and the picture taken of each kid.
Although my knowledge of time was rather tainted, it seemed like we were there almost the whole morning. As we walked over to the mall Amanda admitted she was a coffee addict and she had just started high school. She bought her coffee at this c-store and I got a hot chocolate out of it so things weren't that bad. Amanda took a swig of her coffee, forgot I was there and swore pretty badly when she burned her lips, and we walked about two more blocks when she said she had to get onto a toilet really soon.
We walked across this street to another c-store, then into the 2-stall ladies room, where Amanda quickly passed to me her coffee cup to hold. Luckily I had my mittens on or I would have burned my fingers. The seat was up and she slammed it down like she was swatting a fly. I burst out laughing because the seat bounced up about 1/3 of the way before she pulled her sweats and red underwear down and dropped herself onto the toilet. Her pee sounded like a faucet as it blasted into the toilet. She took a swig or two from her coffee as she sat, something that made me remember my grandpa's favorite saying: "What goes in must come out."
Amanda's pee was the loudest and longest I had ever heard. The seat was down on the second toilet so I put my drink on the floor, pulled down my clothing and got my tiny and somewhat scared butt up onto the seat. I knew I hadn't peed since mom put me to bed the night before, but I was nowhere near as fast as Amanda was in terms of getting things going. I couldn't believe there was still a steady stream of splash going into the water while she started to drink from her coffee cup again. I probably contributed 1/2 of the pee she did, although it took me at least twice as long to do it.
It was about 10 a.m. when we walked the final two blocks to the mall.
We were on the opposite side so we had to follow the signs and reindeer footprints until we got to the center of the mall where Santa would be on stage. The line was huge and some of the youngest ahead of us were acting up. Amanda looked at her phone and said it was dump-time for her. I had never heard that word before so it was kind of funny. She estimated we would be in line for more than an hour and she said the only question was whether the dump would happen in her pants or into a toilet bowl. That, plus the look on her face, made me feel sorry for her.
She almost dragged me to the other end of the mall where the restrooms were. With our speed she pushed the entry door open so fast that it hit the wall and almost bounced back on us. All but two toilets were in use. Right toward the middle, there were two cubicles available. Amanda took the one on the left, sat and blasted so loud, I was wondering if Santa could hear it. Then something happened that I will never forget. Mrs. Claus came hurrying in, took the open toilet in front of Amanda and me, pulled down her red and white suit bottom, and seated herself on the toilet. It was obvious why she was in a hurry. Before long I could hear an occasional splash into the toilet, 3 or 4 seconds of silence, and then another splash or two.
Then Amanda motioned me over to her saying she was out of toilet paper. I looked and saw and extra roll just sitting on one of the sinks and I ran over and got it. Amanda was very thankful and reached over to hug me. Seeing that and a line forming, Mrs. Claus asked me to get her some of the extra wiping paper. She said something funny about falling behind on her schedule, but I didn't fully understand what she meant.
More than an hour later, she recognized me when I got on her husband's lap. While she was picking up her camera, she asked Santa to give me extra-special attention and that she would explain it to him later. For some reason that made me feel extra special.
2 storiesHello to gracie and everyone else! Ive got 2 stories that happened recently about my girlfriend and i. Like i mentioned, we live together and have a master bathroom in our bedroom which is our go to pooping spot. We poop together quite often and usually follow each other into the bathroom when one of us has to go. Most of the time it is pretty uneventful, but occasionally we both get constipated and have to help each other out. A couple weeks ago i had been having a hard time pooping, i was going in small amounts each time that took quite awhile for anything to come out. My girlfriend knew i was having issues but didnt say much about it. On about the 4th day of this i was at work and had to poop so i went to the bathroom but after 10 minutes of straining i couldnt get my poop out. I could feel it try to come out when i pushed but it would get stuck and not move any further. I texted my gf and told her what was going on, and she told me just to wait and try again with her when i got home. Fast forward to after work and we both went into the bathroom together and i sat on the toilet and began to push with her holding my hands and sitting on my lap. I pushed for quite awhile and my poop still wasnt moving. My gf asked me if anything was coming out and i told her not yet. She then got off my lap and reached around me and told me she was going to hold my butt open for me. Once she did this she told me to push. I strained pretty hard and looked right at her in concentration. After a few minutes of this it still wasnt budging so she said i have an idea, she layed and old towel down on the floor and told me to kneel over it and try to go. I got down over the towel and she went behind me and told me she would watch to see if it was coming out. I gave a hard push and she told me she could see my poop trying to come out, but when i stopped it would go back inside. After a few minutes of me pushing and her telling me to push and encouraging me to keep going, a really hard and fat piece came out. After that, more of me pushing with her encouraging but the next piece was stuck also. My girlfriend told me she was going to try to help it come out and i asked her how? She left the bathroom and came back with a small bottle of KY lubricant, and told me that while i pushed she would apply it around my butthole and the hard poop to hopefully help it come out easier. So i began to push and the hard poop began to show itself again. My girlfriend made sure i was ready, and i could feel her start to apply the lubricant. She told me to rest as i needed it and push when i was ready. Each push as the poop started to come out she would apply a little more, and within a minute or two of me pushing it out and sucking it back in, she told me it was coming out more and to give a harder push to try and get it out. I did a couple harder pushes with her encouraging me and the next turd came out. They were hard and knobby and bigger than golf balls. This went on for the next 5 to 10 minutes with me pushing out 1 at a time until i had 7 or 8 hard chunks out i told her i was done. She wiped my butt and cleaned me up before i dumped my poop in the toilet and flushed. I thanked her for her help and she told me of course, anytime you need it! Several days later, i got to return the favor. I came home late from work and went upstairs to find her on the toilet. We made small talk for a minute or two and i asked her how she was doing. She sighed and said ugggghhh its a really hard poop and leaned way forward on the toilet. I looked and sure enough she had about 2 to 3 inches of a really dry looking turd sticking out of her. She said shed been at it for about 10 minutes and that it hurt. I knelt down in front of her and she rested her head against me as i reached around her and gently spread her butt cheeks. She began to push again and tried to poop for several minutes and told me it came out further but she needed a break. I took another look and she had it about 6 inches out. It looked hard and dry! I asked if she wanted lubricant and she said no, because it makes her butt sting really bad. I got a foot stool out of the closet and she put her feet up on it and got into a more of a squat position on the toilet. I held her hands and told her to push. After several hard pushes and her whimpering in pain, her 1st poop came out. It was very thick and about 9 to 10 inches long. She rested and told me she wasnt done, she could feel more inside her. She began to push again and her second poop began to come out. I encouraged her to keep pushing and after about 5 minutes she had eased her next poop out which was thick at first but tapered down at the end. She told me she felt done and stood up from the toilet. I grabbed some baby wipes and cleaned her butt for her. She flushed her poop and thanked me for helping and keeping her company. Im out of time for now but have a few more stories for later! Happy pooping everyone!
Strange bathroom experienceHi to all of you. Today my dad and me made a trip to a larger supermarket to get the last groceries for holidays. When we got there I had a need to pee and my body notified me I also need to poop after three days. When we were in the store I excused myself immediately and went to the toilets near the entrance. They are near the staircase and kind of hidden. I was greeted by a blue light and I feared the toilet would be in bad condition.
It was clean and I was alone. I took the first stall and put my bag and coat on the hook on the wall. The seat looked clean and I pulled my pants and panties down. There must be a speaker in the stall because a song was playing. The stall was like a small seperated room, with walls to the ceiling and a door without a gap.
My pee started right away and it felt good to go. I tried to hurry, but there was first my poop to come. I needed to push, but not too hard. Surprisingly there was no need to fart. Directly after my only log plopped into the water something peculiar happend. I heard a male voice other the speaker 'Mmmh tasty! The (brand name) chocolate pudding' so it was a commercial that was cut into the song. Through some coincidence the situation was strange. I don't know if I feel funny about it or creeped out. It started exactly when my poop dropped into the water and the ad stopped right when my butt was wiped off. Then it was cut back to the same song. This is by far my strangest bathroom experience this year.
When flushing it went all down, but toilet had its problem with my poop, because the water rose significantly. After washing my hands I joined my dad back.
Monday, December 24, 2018
feast or famineFor two and three days I had not gone and then yesterday I went about 5 times . Today, so far nothing. It is Christmas Eve and my problem is that mostly on Christmas Day I never poo. Will report back. Merry Christmas to all
Reply to Brittany B and story about seeing Juliette pooing!
Brittany B - glad you liked the story, it was awkward at first, but in the end I enjoyed having my colleague watch as I destroyed the bathroom with my gasses and the fecal matter.
So after the moment from my last post, Juliette and I were always talking her watching me poo and how much enjoyment she got from watching me, she said she wanted me to see her on the throne doing her thing, and she wanted to do it in the same bathroom as me. YES AT WORK LOL!
So on this day, it was night and our manager asked me to lock up the restaurant, so Juliette said before we go she needs to poo. So We both went to the toilet, i sat on the floor close to her, she took her jeans down to her ankles and released her pants down and took a seat. She first started to pee and was sighing at the relief of it. After her pee which lasted 30 secs she said 'its time'. She let a small fart rip and then she squeezed out her first turd which a small piece from where i was sitting i saw it escape. After that she farted and it was a long one and at the end of the fart she let a long turd loose and omg it was so massive it plopped loudy into the bowl.
By this time the bathroom began to smell. She then let her third piece come and again it was as fat and massive as the other one, she said 'wow the toilet is full and I'm not done yet' we both laughed and I told her 'let it be'. She let her fourth turd which was smaller and it made a little click sound. She said it's almost over and let about 4-5 small chunks out which were laying on top of the toilet water.
She asked me to hand over the tp. It took her 7-8 wipes and It took 3 flushes.
Latest newsHi everyone, sorry I haven't posted in ages, I've had so much on I just haven't had time. I'll get on to my latest news in a sec, after a comment.
Jasmin K- great to hear from you again and I loved your story about when you and Chloe had a poo competition!! Glad you eventually managed to pass that big log and that you felt empty when you were finally done. Sorry to hear though that your still struggling so much to have a poo, I really hope one day it gets easier for you although your constipation seems to have been going on for a long time now, you mentioned how bad it was when you were younger. My constipation struggles started when I went to secondary school and were probably worst from the ages of 12-14, I think simply because the school loos were so disgusting and unpleasant that I started to hold back the urge for a poo, at that time I would often start to want a poo mid morning and at primary school (where the loos were really nice and clean) I was in the habit of going on the loo at the start of lunch break by which time I would be getting quite desperate. Another couple of girls in my class would also rush to the loo at the start of lunch break and most days I would hear them having a poo as well so I never felt embarrassed or awkward about taking care of my own need! Back then I went for a poo at least every other day and although I have always passed big and firm logs which have taken a bit of pushing I certainly wouldn't have said I was constipated. At secondary school though I managed to just suck it back up when I felt the urge, quite often by the time I got home the need had gone and I never knew that I should probably have gone on the loo as soon as I got back to try and have a poo so it might then be a few days until I next felt the urge, but of course by then I would find it really hard to push my poo out as it would be so fat, hard and dry- the worst combination! I used to get dirty knickers alot back then too, often because I got to the point where I just couldn't hold it any more and a log would start to poke out of my bum. Luckily some better toilets opened up when I was in Year 10 so I was finally able to start going for a poo at school again, I would normally try to get to school early and go on the loo before class or at lunchtime if I hadn't managed it earlier. Fortunately at both of those times I was hardly ever the only one having a poo so I didn't feel awkward, the only time I did get embarrassed was when I was really constipated as I knew I'd be on the loo for ages, also when I'm bunged up I can't help panting and grunting and I knew whoever was in the cubicle next door would be able to hear the noises I was making. Luckily it was quite common to hear other girls struggling to have a poo, a few times I was next to girls who sounded just as constipated as I was judging by how long they were on the loo and the grunting sounds coming from their cubicle! Being able to go and have a poo at school did help a bit, but by then the damage was done and I have been constipated on and off ever since.
Anyway, back to my latest news. Unfortunately I'm still finding it really hard to have a poo, I'm doing my best to go on the loo every day and have a good try but most days I can't do anything or just manage a few pellets. I'm having a big more satisfying poo every four or five days and but I have to spend ages on the loo pushing really hard to pass a couple of really fat logs which are also rock hard and dry, they really hurt my bum as they come out, keep getting sucked back up at the start and sometimes get stuck half way out too!!
I was lying in bed this morning massaging my swollen belly and trying to remember when I last had a poo, with a sinking feeling I realised it was five days ago so I knew I must need to go but I didn't really have an urge. I got out of bed to go for a wee, I was just in my knickers but couldn't be bothered to put my bra on so I went into my ensuite to find Lucy already on the loo, her pink knickers with yellow spots were round her thighs and she didn't have her bra on either!! The radiator in my room isn't working right, its always red hot and now the heatings on its like a sauna in my room, so Lucy and I have just been wearing knickers to bed like we do in the summer!
"Morning Abbie," said Lucy, looking totally unfazed. "I've just been for a wee and I was gonna try and have a poo, but if you need a wee go ahead!"
"Yeah, actually I am quite desperate!" I said, so Lucy stood up, wiped and then pulled up her knickers and sat on the edge of the bath. I went over to the loo, dropped my pale blue knickers with pink and yellow butterflies and sat on the warm seat, moaning as I was finally able to relax. A fierce stream soon started up and went on for a while before dribbling to a stop.
"I need to have a poo as well," I said, "But if your desperate you can go first, I don't need it too badly just yet!"
"Well- if your sure, I'm pretty constipated so it might take me a while!" Lucy replied. I said it was no problem so I wiped, stood up and pulled my knickers back up and swapped place with Lucy, she lowered her knickers once again and sat. After a few seconds she started to push and I heard some more wee spurting out, I could see she was having to bear down hard as she was screwing her face up and going red. "Sorry about this," she panted, "I've got the tip out but its getting really wide and its hard to keep it moving." She squeezed her thighs together, pulled her bum cheeks apart and continued to strain, making some loud grunts. After about another 5 minutes she said "Its coming faster now" and shortly after there was a plop and she moaned with relief. I started shifting about, my own need was getting worse and I could feel a massive hard poo trying to force my bum open. Lucy was quite clearly working on her next log, I could see she was still straining and didn't seem close to being done, so I went over to the tap to get a drink to try to take my mind off my need, I could feel that my knickers had gone up my bum so I pulled them down, I was pretty sure that my bum would be showing but I didn't want to get skidmarks. Lucy saw what I was doing and said "Sorry, I'll try not to be too much longer," and shortly after I heard a few plops close together followed by a sigh. "Right, I think I'm done, I'll wipe standing if you want so you can get on the loo straight away." Lucy pulled the flush and I nodded gratefully, I was already waiting with my thumbs in my knickers ready to pull them down, so I quickly dropped them, sat on the loo and relaxed, at once I felt the tip poke out but then it got fatter so I knew I'd have to start pushing. Lucy was standing next to me wiping her bottom, I shifted forward so she could throw the paper away then she pulled up her knickers and sat back on the edge of the bath. The massive log was creeping really slowly out of my bum in spite of me bearing down really hard and I could feel myself going red, I also couldn't help grunting as I pushed. "I've got the same problem" I panted as I pulled my bum cheeks apart just like Lucy had done, that seemed to help a bit as with the next push I felt the log slide out further and knew I'd got the fattest part out. Not long after it splashed down in the bowl and I felt another log ready to come out, that one was really fat too but it was a bit smoother, so I didn't have to strain quite as hard which was a relief. After my second log had dropped I felt empty so I took some paper, wiped my bum and flushed before pulling up my knickers. Lucy and I went back into the bedroom and started to get dressed, I took my knickers off as I needed clean ones and Lucy did the same. I opened my underwear drawer and took out a white bra and some pale green knickers which I put on before pulling on a black top and blue jeans. Lucy put on a pink bra and some yellow flowery knickers and then her leggings and a blue top. I hope you enjoyed this story, I will try to post again soon, bye for now and happy Christmas!
To RoseI thought I'd comment quickly on leaving the toilet unflushed with pee. To me, that's fine if you like that! Your story about your poop was interesting. I never heard of a poop feeling "rounded" as it eases out. I did a poop today in the evening before eating a muffin for dinner. After listening to elevator stuff on youtube for a bit, I felt the urge to pee, and poop. The pee was a little urgent, and it took me a few moments to close the activities I had running on my IPod. After finally closing everything, and sitting on the toilet, I peed first. As I started pushing, I felt a medium sized turd come out, than some small bits. The stink got in the living room with the loo door open, but luckily, I was the only one who noticed. Bye!
Oops!Today I was walking downstairs to use the bathroom (my stomach has been a little iffy since getting over a recent bout of the stomach flu), and the combination of carpeted stairs and slippery socks did not pan out well for me - about 4 steps from the bottom I slipped, fell, and landed on my butt at the bottom, in a small pool of diarrhea that had slipped out into my leggings during the fall. I made it to the bathroom to finish, and am okay - just minor bruising and a change of pants.
Cable Guy Takes a DumpI was having some internet issues, so I contacted my cable provider and arranged for a technician to come to my apartment. He arrived within the time window provided. He was a young man, late twenties, trim with glasses, a bushy beard and pierced ears and a pierced nose. We chatted amiably as he worked on the issue. After testing everything, he asked rather sheepishly if he could use my bathroom. He said he usually doesn't like to use customer's bathrooms, but he "really had to go." I said of course. I listened through the door as he dropped his jeans, sat down and let out some loud gas followed by some loose stools that plopped and splattered into the bowl. After the release, he let out an audible sigh. He started to wipe, and I knew that there was going to be a clogging issue because he was wiping a lot. He pulled up his pants, flushed and the mass of paper and debris got stuck. He exited the bathroom and said, "This is really embarrassing. Do you have a plunger?" I said not to worry about it, I'd take care of it. He also asked if I had any air freshener, which I did not. He got his stuff together and exited the apartment rather quickly, repeatedly apologizing for the "mess" he left. I told him it was cool, "shit happens" I joked and not to worry. After he left I entered the bathroom with my plunger. The odor was very powerful. I lifted the lid to the toilet and it was a mixture of yellow water, soiled paper, and lots of loose fragments of stools floating around. I plunged and got rid of the mess. Poor guy!
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unexpected pooI was doing drives and my stomach began to make rumbling sounds. I did not feel any discomfort and it was lunch time so I decided it must be from an empty stomach. After I finished up the current ride I went to a Burger King I had passed. I went in and sat down to eat my burger. I had to pee and forgot to go before ordering my food. I noticed a brunette girl head into the bathroom before I finished eating. I finished eating and went into the bathroom to have my much needed pee. There were four stalls, the second and end were taken. I saw the brunettes shoes in the second stall. I did not see anyone else enter the bathroom so the other person may have been in the bathroom a long time. I took the third stall and pulled my light tan pants and yellow panties past my knees. I began to do a long noisy pee that smelled like my morning coffee. My stomach was still rumbling but I did not feel an urge to go number two. I pushed anyways and a loud fart came out. I did a few more loud farts. I heard the woman in the end stall start pulling off paper. I did another push and suddenly with my fart I started doing a massive dump. A large poo quickly slid out and fell into the bowl. The whole poo came out in one push. I pushed again and did another fart. The end stall flushed and the woman was washing her hands. I wiped and looked in the bowl. There was a large smooth poo in the bowl. It had broke in half but looked together. I flushed and it left skidmarks in the bowl. As I left the bathroom I could hear the brunette let out some noisy diarrhea sounds. Not even an hour later the rumbling returned and now hurt. I stopped at a Starbucks and went into the the single use bathroom. I sat on the toilet and did some long farts. Passing gas made me feel better. I took another pee while I was there and left the bathroom smelling like farts.
Pooped myself. Insane amounts of poop poured into my brand new white nike elite shorts. I was wearing compression underwear and I could feel the poop coming out through them cause they were so tight. In th basketball game I was 15 and I bent over the poop must've infiltrated to my shorts a bit. Coach sat me down I felt the squish and the poop went up my back. There was also a golf ball size pee splotch on my shorts which were white when coach put me back in there was poop all over. Later I lay on the floor I was kind of hurt and the bulge in my shirts got bigger and everyone could see the pee flooding out from beneath me. When I got up my crotch was soaked. Coach sent me back into the locker room to change. I took of my shorts and on the back was a very large brown spot wining was kinda wet. I smelled them and it was so gross. I didn't have extra underwear so I just kept mine on. I took mike's shorts which were also white nike elites and put them on. When I went back up I still reeked but he stain was gone. Apparently it re formed because when I got home there was a new huge brown stain. I slept in that that night without cleaning up at all. The next day I looked at my shorts I wore to the game and there was poop all over them. There were pictures of me with soaked shorts and that huge poop stain on the back of my shorts.
At work this morningHey all! Just a quick reminder that I'm including the "M" in my name now to avoid any confusion. Anyways....
This morning I arrived at work having not answered natures call before leaving as I was in a bit of a hurry. I hit the bathroom quickly when I arrived. To my dismay, I noticed that all the stalls were open, so I wouldn't have any poop partners, at least right away. I did, however, see Tracy, a cute coworker, at the sinks doing her makeup. She turned and smiled and said good morning. I immediately bristled with excitement at the thought of her hearing me go! Naturally I stepped into the stall directly behind her, and latched the door. Once seated, things started rather quickly. A few soft farts escaped my butt, then I felt a fairly forceful widening of my hole as a big log started to descend with a sharp crackle. Another fart expelled it with a forceful sploosh! I glanced thru the crack at Tracy as I started to pee. She seemed totally unfazed by my noises.
Feeling even more free, I pushed and began to expel the rest of my load in a series of plops and crackles. It felt so good, even moreso knowing my pretty coworker was taking in the show. To my delight, Tracy finished her makeup, spun and entered the adjoining stall. I had obviously made her feel at ease as she immediately blasted a large fart as she started to pee. I was ready to wipe at this point, but hesitated as I really wanted to hear Tracy. I was soon rewarded with some crackles and then two big plops. I wiped at this point and could hear her doing the same. We finished about the same time. As we met at the sinks she flashed me a knowing grin and rubbed her belly. Much better! She said. I smiled and said I couldn't agree more! What a great way to start the day!
Hernandez and me travelingMy live-in boyfriend Hernandez and I had some surprises when we traveled during our college break over Thanksgiving. We drove for the last trip and had a hard time finding decent public bathrooms before we had accidents. I've written before about my greatest confidence coming from using individual public toilets like those in gas stations and convenience stores. I simply like my privacy and I try and put myself in situations where I am the only person on the only toilet in the bathroom. There needs to be a lock or latch on the door because I've had some really obnoxious children without adult supervision invade my privacy when I'm sitting and whether I'm crapping or peeing, I've been stared down by them and in some cases, badgered about what what my name is, what I'm doing, etc. But there's no way, because of my size, I can complete my task on the toilet while reaching forward to push the door back and close it. In the case of one boy, about 5, who was too old and never should have been in the ladies room, I had to shove him backwards. But in doing so, I accidentally peed in my underwear, jeans and over the front of the seat.
Now that we're planning our winter vacation trip I'm trying to convince Hernandez that he can have a better experience. In grade school and later years too he had boys make fun of his "hose" because his organ is smaller than many of those who would be at the urinal. He prefers the ground-level urinal because he can put his chest into it with his nose practically against the wall and his hose is not going to be on display to those on either side of him or waiting behind him.
When he was in junior high, though, he has hassled because he would have both of his hands on his organ as he peed and a few rowdy boys made an obscene assumption about what he was doing. Crapping wasn't any better because all the cubicle doors were broken off or otherwise removed due to vandalism and guys just sitting and taking advantage of the time outside of class. Last month when we used a few interstate rest stop bathrooms he found there is almost no privacy doors anymore because guys are sitting and huffing from these new electronic cigarettes.
We think it is wrong for so many to suffer when tending to their daily bodily functions because of a few who don't know how to behave, are unsupervised and willfully screw things up for other users.