Pebbles
Diarrhoea in Budapest
A couple of years ago I went on holiday in central Europe. I started in Slovakia, then took a train to Hungary. The food in Slovakia had been pretty heavy and the day I arrived in Budapest I was feeling pretty constipated. I sat on the toilet straining, but nothing would come out.
That evening my husband took me out for a meal in an authentic Hungarian restaurant where everything was flavoured with paprika. I'd never had paprika before, but I thought it was great. We started with a spicy soup and then for the main course I had chicken that was absolutely covered in paprika. We drank a lot of wine to wash it all down.
The next morning I woke up and was relieved to find I wasn't really hungover. We had breakfast of strong coffee and pastries in the apartment. After a couple of cups of coffee, I started to get the urge to go to the toilet. This was great, as I hadn't been for several days. I'm a shy pooper so I was a bit nervous about going while my husband was around, but it was one of those situations where the biological need to evacuate overcame my normal shyness. I put some toilet paper in the toilet bowl to muffle any splashes before letting loose. I pooped out a couple of thick logs followed by a little bit of mushy poop and I felt great. It was a relief to no longer feel constipated.
Shortly afterwards we set out to explore Budapest. We were following a walking tour which was due to take all day. About 90 minutes into it, I started to get a stomach ache. Initially I thought it was just a bit of gas building up and I would feel better if I could fart. I stepped away from my husband on the pretence of going to take a photo of something and let rip. This fart which I let out was good and satisfying, but it smelled rank. More concerningly, it didn't really do much to lessen the pain in my stomach.
We continued with the walking tour, me taking every possible opportunity to pass gas. I felt really bloated and the pain was getting worse. What had started as a dull ache was now being interspersed with sharp, stabbing pains that made me want to moan and grab my belly. Whenever my husband was looking away I clutched my aching stomach, rubbing it in the hope of some relief. I'm not a thin girl, but even by my standards my belly was looking fat today, so bloated that I felt like I was bulging out of my cute pink jumpsuit as if I was pregnant.
It was becoming increasingly clear to me that I needed to use the toilet. At one point when my husband crossed the road to take a photo, I leaned up against a lamppost and began to fart, then desperately started clenching my sphincter when I felt a wet sticky feeling between my cheeks. Oh God, this was not good.
My husband is a fast walker and he was setting quite a pace. I struggled to keep up, my stomach churning with every step I took. I could feel my heart rate quicken, feel my skin flushing and starting to sweat. I couldn't remember when I'd last felt so sick.
The problem was, I desperately didn't want my husband to know I needed to poop. I especially didn't want him to know that I needed to poop urgently and that it was going to be really nasty diarrhoea. My plan was to hold it until we got back to the apartment, then run the shower to disguise any embarrassing noises. The problem was, when I checked my watch I realised it could be 5 hours before we were back at the bathroom.
Eventually it became clear to me that I couldn't wait that long. Excruciating cramps were wracking my body, making it difficult to walk. With every step I took, I could feel a tonne of diarrhoea pushing down against my tightly clenched anus. I pride myself on my self control, but I was literally ready to explode.
At one point I tripped slightly on an uneven paving slab. My anus unclenched for a split second but that was enough for me to lose what felt like a squirt of liquid poop into my knickers. This was urgent now. I needed to get to a toilet and I needed to do it FAST!
I spotted a public toilet nearby and told my husband I'd just be a minute. He looked surprised as I don't normally use public toilets, but he handed me some small change to pay and went off to take photos on the other side of the square we were in. I waddled over to the toilets as fast as I could, anus still tightly clenched. I paid the lady at the booth and she gave me three sheets of toilet paper. There was no way that was going to be enough, but I didn't have time to argue. I needed to get to a toilet now!
I rushed into the bathroom and found a small room with four stalls, all of which were occupied. So near and yet so far! I nearly lost control there and then. There were two women in front of me; a tall blonde woman, who I think was German, and a very fat older lady, who I think was Hungarian. I prayed they all just needed a wee. Goodness knows, what the people in the stalls were doing; I couldn't hear any signs of life.
It felt like I stood there for 10 minutes, though in reality it was probably only about 60 seconds, before I felt a huge cramp building. I desperately needed to fart to relieve the pressure, but I knew that if I did that I would lose control. I had was starting to lose my sense of shame at this point and doing a weird poo dance, holding my aching belly and rocking backwards and forwards. An audible moan or two might have escaped me.
Finally somebody in one of the stalls was weeing. I heard her wipe, then flush. The door unlocked and the tall blonde went in. She let out a brief stream of piss, then what sounded like a grunt and a dry fart. If I was taking bets I would say she was intending to poop, she was pretty constipated and this was going to take some time. I took a step forward in the queue. As I did so, I temporarily lost control and I felt some soft mush slipping out into my knickers. I gasped, leaning forward and grabbing my belly with one hand, and my bottom with the other. I wasn't going to be able to hold this much longer.
The fat lady in front of me must have heard the gasp because she turned around and glared at me. She said something in Hungarian, which I didn't understand. I asked her if she spoke English and she shook her head. I grabbed my stomach, rubbing it, trying to mime that I was desperate to poop. I pointed, trying to ask if I could skip in front of her in the queue. She understood, but shook her head. She pointed at herself, then grabbed her own ample stomach and grimaced. She massaged it, grimaced again and let out a squeaky fart which caused an almighty stench. I didn't understand what she was saying, but clearly she needed to go too.
My own stomach was still gurgling and the pressure in my rectum was unbearable. I started massaging it like the Hungarian lady had, but stopped because it seemed to make it worse. She shouted out something to the people in the stalls, presumably telling them to hurry up. Then she bent double, both hands on her fat belly and let out another horrific smell. I was starting to feel nauseous.
Her shouting must have had some effect because a young woman with a small child exited the nearest stall. The fat lady shouted something at them in Hungarian, before dashing into the cubicle and slamming shut the door. As her bottom hit the seat she exploded and I was treated to a symphony of farts, plops and splashes, accompanied by grunts and moans. This was definitely not a shy pooper!
Finally, the stall next to her vacated too. I ran to it, hand on stomach, and closed the door. Getting out of my jumpsuit seemed to take an eternity. I hung it on the back of the door and that's when I realised the lock on the door was dodgy and it didn't close properly. Never mind, I didn't have time to wait for another cubicle. I took off my knickers, which did indeed contain several mushy poops which had slipped out of me, and went to sit down on the toilet.
I guess my body knew it was about to get the opportunity to relax. My sphincter had done so well, but at this last second it betrayed me. You have to imagine the scene: I'm naked except for my flipflops, having removed my jumpsuit and my poop-stained knickers are flung in a pile on the floor in front of me. Halfway to sitting down, my body got wracked by the most dreadful cramp imaginable, which instinctively caused me to grab my swollen belly. The cramp was stronger than my anus could resist and so as I lent forward grasping my ????, a wave of mushy poop literally exploded out of my quivering anus. If you thought that would have provided relief, you were wrong. I bent double holding my stomach and letting out (hopefully quiet!) moans while mushy poop continued to spray out of my bottom, covering the toilet and wall behind me. I heard a load of mush explode out of me an enormous fart and splat onto the toilet seat behind me.
Around about this point - not 100% sure whether it was just before or just after - I raised my head to take a deep breath in between cramps and realised that the cubicle door had swung open. There were now three women in the queue and all of them had just seen me having explosive diarrhoea. What was worse was that I was still shitting and I wasn't sure I could stop for long enough to close it again.
I took a deep breath and clenched my anus as tight as I could. With one hand on my bottom and one on my belly, I shuffled forward to the door. I wished to goodness I hadn't worn the jumpsuit; this might have been marginally less humiliating if I wasn't stark naked. I reached the door without incident and took my right hand from my bottom to close it again. As I did so, I lost control and another wave of mushy diarrhoea spewed out of my anus onto the floor. Oh God!
I spent the next 15 minutes sitting on the toilet, blasting out wave after wave of mushy poop. I could hear the Hungarian lady still on the toilet next to me; her diarrhoea sounded like it was wetter than mine. She would be completely silent for a few minutes, then let out a loud groan, accompanied by a wet fart, which would then give way to what sounded like pure liquid squirting into the toilet bowl. My diarrhoea had more consistency to it, perhaps because I'd been so constipated before hand. My poor anus was burning though; the paprika was just as hot on the way in as it had been on the way out.
Eventually I figured I was done. My stomach was still cramping, but less intensely, and I hadn't expelled anything for a few minutes. My stomach felt less swollen and bloated. I wiped my bottom as best I could with the three sheets of toilet paper, but both it and the toilet cubicle were a complete disaster zone. There was nothing I could do to clean up without more resources, so I stepped back into my poopy knickers (yuk!!) and put the jumpsuit back on. As I exited the cubicle, a lady with a small child tried to go in. I attempted to stop her, gesticulating wildly, but she saw the carnage inside and recoiled in horror. The big lady emerged from the cubicle next to me, looking a bit worse for wear. The lady with the child said something to her and she came to look at my cubicle too. I tried to look apologetic but I don't think I managed to look anything other than completely humiliated. Gesticulating and talking loudly in Hungarian, they went to get the cleaning lady. All I could think to do was empty my pockets of small change to compensate her for the task ahead. That done, I made my shameful exit from the toilet.
Now I had the task of finding my husband. He wasn't immediately visibly and I walked around for a further 5 minutes before I found him. It turned out he had crossed the road and gone inside a church to look around. I told him there had been an awful queue in the toilets and then made it sound like I'd been looking for him for longer than I had. He didn't seem to notice anything was amiss.
We continued with the walking tour and I didn't feel too bad. I still had occasional sharp cramps, but I didn't feel like I was holding back any poop. We stopped for lunch and I ordered a large pizza, suddenly hungry after the day's exertions. The restaurant had a decent toilet with plenty of toilet paper and I was able to clean up my bottom and knickers a bit better.
We were tired after lunch and decided to go back to the apartment. This suited me, because I really needed a shower. We were about two miles away and it was on the walk back that my cramps intensified, probably exacerbated by the wine and pizza I'd had for lunch. Or maybe the espresso. I really shouldn't have had that.
When I said intensified, they really were intense this time around. My belly bloated again, becoming swollen and hard to the touch. About halfway to the apartment, I felt a strange churning feeling and then a sensation as if a heavy load had suddenly dropped through my bowels and wanted to exit NOW! I clenched as best I could and continued walking, but I think I was visibly sweating. I wasn't sure I could hold out for another 15 minutes or so. I wasn't 100% sure I'd still be holding it in the next 15 seconds.
My husband was completely oblivious and, just around the corner from the apartment, suggested we go into an electronics store. He wanted to buy a wireless mouse he'd seen which was available significantly cheaper than at home. We were leaving Budapest tomorrow so this was his only chance to buy. He's normally a quick shopper, but today it felt like he was taking forever. I stood in a corner of the store, pretending to look at some cables, and focussing my entire energy on clenching. At one point the pressure was so intense that I lost control and this time I felt liquid diarrhoea leak out of my anus into my already messy knickers. For a moment I thought I was going to soil myself in the middle of an electronics shop. But I managed to clench again, my husband made his purchase and we continued on to the apartment.
When we got to the apartment, my sole focus was on getting to the toilet. But I was still too embarrassed to let my husband know anything was wrong.
"I'm so hot and sticky", I announced as we crossed the threshold. "I think I'll have a shower straightaway to cool off!"
"I'm just going to use the bathroom first", replied my oblivious husband, and before I knew what was happening he had locked himself in there with a book.
OMG. I didn't know what to do. I stood there outside the apartment's single toilet in full panic mode while my husband, who is a shameless shitter, grunted and plopped into the toilet. Knowing him, he could be there for ages and I was about to lose control of a load of liquid diarrhoea into my knickers.
At this stage there was no good solution and it was just about damage limitation. I grabbed a trash can from the living room, but realised that if I shat in it I would stink up the entire apartment. The living room doors opened out onto a small balcony, screened from the street below by opaque railings. I ran out there, pulled off the stupid jumpsuit and dirty knickers, crouched over the bucket and let loose.
Wow, the release was intense. The diarrhoea was pure liquid by this stage, initially almost pouring out of me. After a while the expulsion slowed, but I still had painful cramps. I was forcefully massaging my belly, then grunting and bearing down, and a short sharp squirt of liquid diarrhoea would explode out of me, bringing a temporary relief.
In a moment of relief I realised that my husband might be finished in the bathroom soon so I needed to stop and clean up. I bore down and grunted out a final blast of liquid poop before standing up and realising that there was a middle aged man standing on a balcony one floor up on the opposite side of the street, staring down at me. Presumably he had just seen me crouch naked over a trash can and push out liquid diarrhoea.
Mortified I stepped back into the knickers and jumpsuit. I couldn't find an instant solution for what to do with the trash can, so I closed the balcony doors and pulled down the blinds so my husband wouldn't see it. Ultimately, I managed to convince him to go to the shops and emptied it into the toilet while he was out. I was just in time, because my husband was emerging from the toilet, book in hand.
He grimaced. "I don't think that paprika agreed with me", he said. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I said, with my best innocent smile. My stomach lurched violently, as if it knew I was lying. "I'm just going to take that shower", I added, as I ran to the bathroom for another explosion.Jason
Middle of know where
I was traveling to vista some friends down south. They live basically middle of know where I mean nothing I was starting to cramp up needing a toilet pretty bad. Went out the night before had a big meal and lots of drinks. Finally came up on a run down looking Petro station . I walk in ask for the restroom pretty looking lady points to the back . I walk the and a sign says knock no lock I knock no answer so I walk in RIP my pants off and proceed to shit my brains out it was awful I and still pooping a real crackly when the door opens and a middle aged chubby lady is looking at me saying sorry I replyed I be done in a few minutes she said thankyou and waited outside the door while I was having diarrhea on a nasty toilet with nno locking door.i was so embrassed. I walked out and left but at least I shit in a toilet instead of my pants that was urgent
RichieBoy
Survey on Childhood desperation (Be as detailed as possible)
1. Have you ever been in a car on a road trip or just a basic car trip while bursting to pee but couldn't ?
2. On car/road trips, did you're your parents ever let you use public pottyrooms and if they did was it always or just under certain circumstances ? Have you ever been desperate to pee-pee in school and where denied by your teacher ? If so why ?
3. Did your parents ever make you hold in your pee as punishment and/or because they thought holding sessions would teach you to be tough ?
4. Have you ever been embarrassed to ask to use the potty in class ? If so why ?
5. Have you ever been watched by a classmate and/or neighborhood kid of the opposite sex while peeing ? If so where you embarrassed by it ? If you where embarrassed why ? If you where embarrassed by it did they comfort you ?
6. In what position/moment did you usually use to pinch it back ? I.e crossing you legs, grabbing it, clenching your little toes, tapping you little feet, full on potty dance and any other way I might not have thought of etc.
7. Have you ever been bladder tortured by a sibling ? I.e. them making you hold it and/or showing you something that has to do with water, pee-peeing, potties/toilets bathrooms, pressing/poking on you bladder, teasing a poke/push on your badder etc. If so, what was the outcome of the situation and what was that siblings response to whatever the out come was ? I.e. where they laughing at you, making fun of you etc.
8. What terms did you use to refer to pee-pee ?
9. What terms did you use to refer to your privets ? I.e. Pee-pee, kitty cat, penis, gina (as in the term that some little girls use when they are trying to say vagina), Peter, pecker etc.
10. What terms did you use to refer to your little butt ?
11. What terms did you use to refer to the potty/toilet ?
Steve A
Desperation at Work (Part 2)
I had another desperate incident at work today (Tuesday).
When I got to work, I felt fine and started my usual routine. Then, the urge came and got increasingly stronger as I continued to work. It came to the point where it started to hurt a bit since I haven't gone in a couple of days. A short while later, I couldn't take it anymore, so I parked my forklift and went to the nearest bathroom.
Once I got into the stall, I pushed out a single log that was at least a foot long and maybe slightly longer, along with some other stuff as well. I felt so much better afterwards. After that, I cleaned up and went back to work.
On an extra note, I'm glad that my new job is more understanding about bathroom breaks, especially for a warehouse.
Trina
Small update
Hi all, especially my SPAS sisters!
I haven't disappeared, just been busy with the world returning more to normal lately (yay!).
Only mildly exciting thing that's happened to me lately is a small one: over the weekend I had been out shopping and needed to pee but held it till I got home and unloaded everything. When I was almost done a sneeze snuck up on me and I sneezed hard a couple of times and felt warm wetness in my crotch. I hurried around the corner to my bathroom and sat down to pee and saw about an egg sized wet spot in my panties, but nothing showing on my shorts. Just enough of a "speeze" to make me decide to change my panties afterwards. Oh well. Speezes happen, right? :)
Hopefully I'll have more time next time and maybe something more exciting.
Bye!
Trina
Iris
An update
I went back to school today after a week long break and waiting for me was an envelope, it contained a letter telling me members of staff had been informed about my predicament and a laminated card explaining everything just in case. I was able to get up and leave to go to the bathroom at any time without having to ask for permission. Excellent!
My 20 minute morning break arrived and I felt the need to pee, I wasn't desperate but I would feel much more comfortable if I emptied my bladder. Feeling confident after my success before the half term break I went straight to the main toilets, I had to wait a minute for one of the end stalls to become available and locked myself inside. I put some paper at the bottom of the bowl, pulled down my panties from beneath my skirt and sat down, telling myself to relax, I could do it. ... I couldn't do it. It is the strangest sensation feeling desperate on the toilet, my body telling me I needed to pee and I'm arguing back with it, I'm seated and ready to go!
The five minute warning alarm went off (it lasts for 10 seconds and it is LOUD!) and as it rang I started peeing. I was so pleased with myself for being able to relax, I know I had spent my entire morning break on the toilet but I was doing it, I was peeing in the very busy main toilets around a dozen or so other girls. The alarm stopped and I carried on silently peeing for a few more seconds, smiling like a cheshire cat underneath my mask, just a few weeks ago I would never have thought I would be able to get over my shyness, to pee with people around me being able to hear everything, and I've done it TWICE! I dried myself, flushed the toilet and walked out of my stall like I owned the place! I was so pleased with myself.
I'd like to try crapping at school because I wait until I get home from school, I don't have time to go in the morning and it can get uncomfortable at times but I understand I need to take baby steps.
If you have made it this far thank you for reading!
ps - Thank you for answering my question Rosalynne, it sounds like you were ready to burst!
End Stall Em
Traveling, parents and pit stops
I've been on this forum for at least 10 years. The discussions only get better with each year. I'm finishing college, working at a regional mall, and I have numerous other responsibilities to the point that most of my bathroom sits are away from the apartment that my boyfriend Spencer and I share.
One summer several years ago me and my best friend Caryl had just finished 3rd grade. So I think we were 8. There was a 5-day camp located 6 hours away. Her dad drove us there; mine picked us up. Caryl was the first to get bored with our car ride. She asked for a bathroom stop. Her dad was playing the radio, cursing out some highway construction that slowed us down, and seemed like he didn't hear her when she said she needed to pee. Not knowing any better, she rose up behind him and shook his shoulders. He just went ballistic on her when he swerved the car a bit. Sure, we had just gotten gas about 45 minutes before that and she and I had gone to the bathroom then. We took toilets right next to one another. I could see her legs swing right under the partition, but I didn't hear anything come out of her. I pretty much had my regular mid-morning crap on a toilet that was higher and overall huge compared to the ones we had at our PS. Caryl had heard my crap splash into the toilet. As I sat wiping she admitted that she liked to take regular breaks to conquer the boredom. Now her dad was lecturing her on strengthening some peeing muscles and how that would help her as she grew older. I think it was several more miles before Caryl's dad finally pulled over at this large rest area. She asked him if he had to pee or crap. He said it was none of her business and something about the driver making the decisions. Caryl and I just looked at one another and smiled because he was obviously still partially mad. After he parked, she and I ran up the ramp to the ladies bathroom while her dad walked much slower into the men's room.
What was different about this bathroom was that there was a half-high brick wall separating the two rooms. We could hear flushing toilets and a toilet seat drop right behind us. While both of us were doing a tiny pee, we could hear sighs and several splashes into the water right behind us. Then we started to get some of the smoke from over there and Caryl said that was her dad sneaking one in because her mom didn't allow him to smoke in the car. We laughed almost silently at that, and then jumped down and flushed. Caryl called me lame and something else as I struggled to get my toilet to flush.
Caryl and I had a great time at the camp. However over the last two days I caught diarrhea and I had a difficult time getting rid of it. Medicine they gave me would stop it for a couple of hours and then it would start up again. Because of that my mom was the one to come down and drive us back. As a precaution to making a mess mom stopped about once an hour at a rest stop and insisted that I get up on the toilet and sit for at least 10 minutes. This was to guard against an accident in what was a pretty new car. Each time more diarrhea ran out of me, but less than some of the earlier times. Caryl would come in and sit with me to keep me company. I was surprised but the three of us went through a couple of dozen water bottles mom had brought in the cooler. The last few pit stops came at about 30 minute intervals and from my seat on the toilet the pee just poured out of me. Mom said something about her hope that I was not going to pick up lice from all my sits on the public seats. Caryl didn't know what lice was about and I explained that to her. At two or three of the stops mom sat down and peed too. She would take a hand towel in from our car, place it around her neck and then wipe down her face and shoulders as she sat. None of the toilet rooms was air conditioned. Some had some really stale air that I had difficulty breathing in. I do remember showing Caryl my final crap which I laid about an hour from our house. It was loose, but more formed than the earlier ones. Most surprisingly, it was almost half yellow. I remember showing Caryl the then-yellow toilet paper I had wiped with. My butt hole was sore for 2 or 3 days afterward. Only a normal crap passing through could keep me from crying out in pain.
Spencer had a bout of diarrhea a couple of years ago when we made a long drive in our truck to exhibit in a trade show. He said it was the first time he could remember having it. For me, his going more than 20 years without getting it is such an accomplishment. Usually I have to deal with it once or twice a year.
Mina
Hisae's bakery part 2
Robyn and Victoria, we love you so much. Many many kisses and caresses flying across Pacific Ocean to reach you. We are happy you buy Japanese loo. We hope you can enjoy to sit there long time to pinch huge bakery with lots kisses and caress and sweet words from lovely partner at your side. Robyn, you are so sweet to pay half. I am happy Victoria cry into your lap and then kiss you long long time.
So I left off.... it was my turn to sit on loo and pinch bakery. Maho at my side. Kazuko said she was happy to wait and be last. I gave my panties to her and she put on shelf, then I sat on loo and Maho took my hand.
Not so easy. Three minutes nothing was happened. But then urge came and suddenly quite strong, so I pinched, and loaf came out broke into two. Very short time after, next loaf, broke into three. Then long pause again.
"I'm sorry, I am slow."
"No problem Minappé. do your pace." Kisses on my top of head from three crushes, and Maho gave five kisses.
Maybe kisses had effect, because urge came soon, and loaves made four loud plops into water. Everyone looked and then Maho flushed. I sat down again, and more kisses and sweet words. I think I am going to cry again. Maho squeezed my hand hard. So I also squeezed and said "I love you Maholin" in English.
After some minutes more, urge came and I pinched and four loaves, a bit bigger than before ones. But I didn't move. Tears in my eyes because so warm messages come from eyes of Hisae and Kazuko. I did very small loaf, then after about two minutes big urge came and I pinched strongly and huge loaf came out.
"Minappé you pinched baguette!!"
I stand up so Kazu and Hisae could see, but because of water, baguette broke up 3 pieces.
"You finish now?"
"No....."
Warm eyes, from Kazu and Hisae, and kiss from Maho. I am going to cry, but suddenly I push strong pinch, and heavy log land on my broken baguette. Not so much noise, but I stand up to look, and it is like bone of dog!! Kazu and Hisae look (Maho too, but she see everything) then I sit down and pinch some mushy, not loaf but perhaps half-way point of loaf recipe. Then I know I finish, only some little pieces come out now.
Same with Hisae, after I wash three crushes dry me. Now I am crying. Mina is crying baby. But I am so happy. It is so a pleasure to pinch bakery with three crushes look at me warm eyes and kiss and squeeze hand. I sit there long time (20 minutes) but nobody complain. Maho flushed and all went down except dog bone, so she flushed again, and this time loo ate dog bone. Our loo has very huge appetite I think.
Maho said, she knew if she watch Mina long time her stomach prepare her for next bakery, that was why she wanted to squat near me. She took off panties and gave to me, then Kazuko squatted by her, and I and Hisae at door. Maho said to me, "Minappé thank you for pinch large bakery, my stomach so happy now." I was crying, so I could only say "Maholin...Maholin... Hisae caressed my bottom.
But this post too long, so Maho's pinch of bakery will be next part.
Love to everyone.
Your very own Mina and three crushesMike
To Eileen
Hi yes it has been a good while I haven't posted anything on here for a good while then I put a message on here for you and it wasn't posted I am doing OK and hope you are too.
It sounds like you finally got relief that you were waiting for and it didn't take much effort for you to pass it ,I bet you were surprised for it to go loose and not rock hard and a struggle anyway speak to you soon xxxx
Eileen
Reply to Mike .
Hi Mike , it's been a while since we spoke alright . I hope you're keeping well and not having any "bathroom issues" . I didn't manage to get anything out the other night but about noon the next day I knew I was in trouble as I felt the need for a BM build up . I wasn't too far from a toilet , I got to it and luckily for me it was unoccupied . I went in , got my jeans and panties down and I wasn't sitting on the toilet very long before the load started to plop out . First the solid stuff plopped into the toilet . That was followed by sloppy , liquidy poop. I felt the relief right away . When I looked down all I could see was the sloppy poop which covered and hid the solid pieces of poop in the toilet bowl . There was a very strong smell , I'm afraid . It took quite a lot of toilet paper to get myself clean after that BM . I hope You will reply soon , Mike . Eileen xx .
Tuesday, June 08, 2021
Thunder
To Abbie and Everyone
I wear disposable undies for my incontinence. Saves soggy and skid marked undies. I recommend they be worn if the situation suggests . Now Abbie you would not need to worry about skid marks and when Katie was on the throne pushing out her log instead of holding on and stressing you could have relaxed and if the poo made its exit you would have the protection of your undies !
Thomas
RE: Pee pee problem
Hi Ritchie, I would suggest diapers. That is what I had to do, when I was your age and started wetting the bed. They worked well to keep the bed dry. I had to wear them during the day as well, but now I no longer need them. Doctors never found what exactly was wrongJennifer
To David P
Hi! It sounds a lot like you're a bit embarrassed to have a bowel movement at work, is that right? I think it's pretty normal. It's funny how it can be easier to share details about your bathroom habits online, but to even use the bathroom in real life can be so difficult. Do you "try" to go at work, or do you hold back? Do your work at an office? Do you wish you were more "brave"?
For me, it happens also like that sometimes when I'm irregular that I can have very hard BMs and then softer on the same day. I guess the digestion is out of sync and then these things happen.
Imogen
Reply to Abbie
Hey Abbie it's great to hear from you again
Good story about coming home from the pub and your friend just making it. This has happened to me so many times and I've had to squat to avoid an accident. Wasn't there any where for her to go?
Speak soon
ImogenEmma two
Diarrhoea at work
To kmd:
I always poo a lot because I only go about once or twice a week. I couldn't go to the toilet while the cleaner was there for two reasons really. Mainly because I felt embarrassed as he's a guy and also because it's a privacy thing. I think if I'd ask him he probably would've let use the toilet but I felt too embarrassed to admit that I was desperate for a number two.
I remember a few months ago I had really bad diarrhoea at work. The cleaner was just about to start cleaning the ladies toilets but when he saw me running to the door holding my bottom he switched to the gents and I was so relieved as I was literally seconds away from pooing myself. I rushed into the nearest cubicle and slammed the door shut and locked it. I ripped my trousers and knickers down together and sat on the toilet with a thump and relaxed. I released a torrent of liquid poo into the toilet for a few seconds and then I pushed another wave of semi solid poo into the toilet. Where it stopped I sat for a couple of minutes in case there was some more diarrhoea and there was but not as much as before. I wiped several times until I felt clean and used up the last of the toilet roll in the process and flushed the toilet. It cleared most of my poo but a few bits were left floating around in the water and I flushed again so the cleaner wouldn't see it. I washed my hands and left quickly and no one knew I'd just had a massive diarrhoea attack in there.Mike
To Eileen
Hi hope everything is OK I have just been to the toilet I have had my tea and got a strong urge to poo this evening. I went in closed the door pulled my boxers down and sat I began to push and it slowly started to ease out it hurt tho as it was a wide piece which I was a bit surprised at, once the tip was out the discomfort stopped and it felt really good it kept going for a while before it fell in the toilet with a gentle sound next I had a wee then wiped myself only needed 2 wipes which I was pleased about I looked in the toilet and it was a massive log about 2 inches above the water line , I would estimate it atleast 10 inches and inch half thick. I pulled my underwear up and flushed feeling a lot better xxxx speak soon
Richard
Ever experienced this as a child?
When I was little from ages starting at five years-old, when we where on car trips, my mom would never stop to let us use the public bathrooms. So we would have to hold it till the destination. I remember on several occasions throughout my childhood being the very desperate thing to pee with the hope of any release soon being a pipe dream. She used to say "no matter how bad you have to go, you better hold that flow".
Has anyone experienced anything like this in their childhood?
Rosalynne
Toilets as a storm shelter
Saturday morning I got up early and took my bike out for a ride. About halfway through, I went over to a park, got coffee from a kiosk, and was at a picnic table enjoying it when the morning's humidity brought on a sudden rain shower. So I juggled my coffee while walking my bike into a nearby restroom. I had not been in this park bathroom before. It was larger than some of the others I use. Seven open toilets with no cubicles. There was just a post between each with a rod and three really secure toilet paper rolls. I laid my coffee container near the first toilet, took down my underwear and shorts, and placed my sweaty butt on the toilet. As my pee started I tried to remember when I had last peed. It had been at least 14 hours since I had accidentally fallen asleep on the coach at 5:30 p.m. and hadn't woken up until a couple of hours ago. Taking the pee felt good, although I could hear my mom quite a few times yelling at me about using such dirty bathrooms when I could have/should have gone at home. In my mind I was telling her that I'm almost 17 and not a bad kid. To which she gave me a lecture on thinking ahead, being more responsible, etc. By then the rain was really coming down. Within 15 minutes the rain let up, I got off the toilet which had become quite comfortable, pulled up my clothing and foot-flushed the toilet. I almost fell on my butt because my shoes were wet and I was on slick concrete. I wiped my bike down with toilet paper before I started my ride back home. It was a longer ride because of the wet asphalt streets and puddles. When I got home my crap was pushing out. I seated myself for a very thorough crap that didn't take much effort. Then I passed mom in the kitchen and assured her that I had just done my daily crap. Then she gave me the usual lecture about drinking six bottles of water a day and changing my diet. I didn't say anything to her because she would have just kept the argument going.
For Iris:
You had a question about doing a pee and a crap in one sitting. Recently that happened at the gas station. My bladder was bursting. Instead of pumping my gas first, and then going to the bathroom I immediately parked and ran inside. The ladies was in use with two waiting their turn. I saw a guy come out of the bathroom at the end of the hall so I hurried down there, latched and also chained the door, and I was on the seat as it dropped. My pee lasted for longer than a minute and it might have been the anxiety and stress of almost having an accident, but as I sat I also could let off some gas. Then I expelled a small piece of crap the size of a tootsie roll. This also happened a couple of afternoons last week at my school.
For Steve A:
I liked the story about your warehouse job. I'm starting a part-time retail job at a big-box store next week. The training manual gives me an ID code that I have to enter into a staffing program when I leave and return to the floor. My grandpa calls it Big Brother 2021!
kmd
Response and questions for Emma two
Hi Emma two
I enjoyed your story about you having to hold all your poop in while you were on the phone to a client and then being delayed further by the male toilet cleaner.
I have a couple of questions for you - hope you don't mind answering them.
You mentioned that you had to wait until the male attendant had finished cleaning the female toilets. Was that because the toilets were closed whilst the male attendant was cleaning them ie you were banned from entering - presumably due to company policy? Or was it the case that you could have gone in (by moving the cleaning trolley) and relieved yourself, but were too embarrassed to do so in his presence?
It sounds from your description that you passed a mixture of soft logs and soft-serv
e type poop. Also, there was a lot of poop in the bowl - is this common for you? Had you eaten a lot of food in the days beforehand and not been to the toilet for a few days then suddenly got the urge?
Anyway, as I said I liked your story and hope you have more. Glad you were able to make it in time.
kmd
Sherryl
A couple of stories and a response to Audrey
Hey everyone. I hope you are all having a great weekend. So this first story happened to me yesterday morning. I was going to pick my friend up from her work (she works nights) and she was held up because she had to get some last minute paperwork filed before she could clock out. She works at a warehouse that's right across the street from an abandoned building that runs next to a small creek. Well, I was squirming because I had to shit so bad and her company is still completely anal about the spooky Rona, despite what has changed and been brought to light from the Darth Fauci emails being dumped. Anyway, I knew I wasn't gonna make it til we got to the restaurant we were gonna have breakfast at before I took her home. So I grabbed my baby wipes, put the car in park, walked across the street and went behind the abandoned building and squatted and just let a huge wet dump go. It felt so good and I felt so relieved. I wiped and went back to my car and then my friend came out and I told her what happened and she was like "why didn't you wait for me lol. I have to shit too and our bathroom is down because the plumbing is not working properly." So she went behind the building and I went with her and she shit on top of my pile lol.
My second story happened last night. I used a fancy bidet toilet for the first time and it was so nice. I had a semi solid shit that was kind of hot on my ass hole. That water felt really good on my pussy and ass and I have never felt more clean after taking a shit. The seat was warm which was nice. I never knew how much I like toasty buns lol. It also had a "turbo setting for both the butt and pussy water...and yes...I got off from the water hitting my pussy lol.
To Audrey. Aaaaawwww, that was so sweet of you. I would have really appreciated that if it had been me. That's awesome about how powerful your pee stream was. Aw that sucks about not being able to poop outside lately. I'm sure you are wanting to do it soon and I hope you get to and that you will share it with us.Victoria and Robyn
Psychics!
Hey it's Robyn!
In Mina's last post she called Victoria a psychic after Hisae pinched her first official loaf after her birthday party. Before that though she wrote about a brand new toilet in a box. Today we're happy to say that there is a box on the way to Victoria's apartment and inside is a new loo!
What happened was that Victoria's toilet broke and they haven't made the same model and parts for it since 2013! Replacing the part and getting it shipped would have been so expensive that her building manager gave her a second option: pick any toilet she wanted and he would get rid of the old one and install the new one for free. I'll turn it over to her now!
Hi, it's Victoria!
I got tired of plunging my old toilet. It wasn't the nicest thing in the world and I also wanted one that was more water-efficient. Robyn decided to give me what she called an IBS welcoming gift: she agreed to pay for half of the cost of the new toilet. When she said that I burst into tears and spent the next five minutes crying with my head resting on her lap before getting up and giving her forehead the longest kiss I could give it. Such a nice thing for her to do!!
When I'd calmed down she also had another suggestion: in honor of our friendship that reaches across the Pacific Ocean, we should pick out a Japanese toilet. How thoughtful!
I'm so happy to say that's exactly what we did. Yesterday we placed an order on a designed-in-Japan ultra-efficient, dual-flush TOTO toilet! We looked long and hard at wooden seats, but the one we ordered included the exact matching plastic seat for free so we figured why bother? Let other bottoms sit on it! We did have to get a set of adapter screws to fit my bidet to it but those were cheap and so much better than going without.
We're so excited and happy about our psychic friends Minappé, Maholin, Kazu and Chae! We love you!
Love,
Victoria and RobynRichie
A legitimate pee-pee problem I'm having…Just some advice :-)
I'm 33 and started having bed wetting problems for over a year. I've been to the doctors many times and none of them have found anything physically wrong. Could it be something from my Childhood maybe ? Any advice and/or ideas of what it could would be very nice and I thank anyone ahead of time for giving me any, thank you :-) :-)
moonlight
first timer
hello!
so i've been on the toilet for maybe 20 minutes now and am still on it
i got bored which is how i find this site i was looking for something to read to give me poop motivation.
i really enjoyed the recent posts on here especially abbie having a trip to the toilet with her friends it seems really fun and i wish i had company right now
i'll tell you a bit about myself
i'm a male 21 long brown hair about 130 pounds and really enjoy pooping
well i usually enjoy pooing this one i'm trying to take right now is not much fun
i've been here way too long and nothing is moving
i'm gonna try to push now
i can feel it at the bum hole but it just will not come out
pushing again now
i can feel my face getting red
farts are coming out that's good
oh!! here it comes!
it's liquidy which means i may be here a bit longer and the smell is horrible
it kinda just keeps flowing out of me like a sink
okay it's been a couple minutes and the poo is stopping so i'm gonna take a peak and wipe
this was fun and talking through the poo actually made it easier
i will definitely be back when i poo again <3
David P
Latest News
I have really got into reading and contributing to this site, such a fun activity to catch up on new posts after a busy day. I have some news and some replies. As ya see I am now here quite often.
To Audrey; very interesting story of that girl you found squatting and pooing in the woods. I've never come across anyone doing that of either sex when out, nor have I seen any turds lying in the ground when hiking. From reading this site for a little while I see it must happen alot so maybe some of what we think is dog poo is actually human.
To Abbie: always nice to read a post of yours. As much as I enjoy reading your adventures I am so happy to hear that you are eventually finding it easier to do a poo. I would not like to experience what you go through. From the sounds of your latest post, it must be a great relief that your poo is coming out without needing much pushing and grunting, and sounds a bit softer at least Thank you for your kind comment on my suggestion and getting back on your type 2 dropping. When I went to the doctor for very bad constipation years back she showed me that Bristol Stool Scale, pleased that I am mostly a type 4 now.
To Eileen: I wish you luck in passing the stuck poo and hope by now you are not constipated.
Ok so onto a quick update, I am still experiencing random pooing intervals and sometimes go every day at the moment (not usual for me) but then half way through the week start going every two days. Strange. Here is a story from the other day, I got up drank a coffee and felt a familiar feeling in my gut and realised I needed to open my bowels. I drank half the coffee as I got desperate very fast. Went in the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, sitting in the usual position up on tip toes I just waited for the poo to come. When the tip started coming out slowly, it felt soft and smooth i clenched my bum and enjoyed the poo going back in. I am not sure why I did that but just felt like trying it, so I sat letting it come down and sucking it back up for a few times until I just needed it out of me. It came again, giving a little gentle push to help it ease out bending forward to watch it slither from my anus. Half of the poo then broke off with a deep sploosh closely followed by the other half with a harder plop sound. I then continued to let out soft thin turds then felt empty. I stood up to wipe, folding the paper but when I wiped, this time felt different and later realised that some poo had landed on the back of my hand (gross). I checked my hand and saw a small brown mark. Maybe it was in disbelief that I smelt it to make sure it was really happening, why I do not know as I knew what it was. I finished wiping up and then made sure to wash my hands very thoroughly.
Bye for now
David P
Iris
Reply to Rosalynne
*hugs* Thank you!
The paper-on-the-water suggestion was so good, I am amazed at how much quieter my pee was.
I will try not to get frustrated, I don't mind waiting so much I guess I just beat myself up for not being able to go as easily as my peers. I am sure it will come with time and practice. I would hate to have to sit on a toilet seat that was barely hanging on!
I don't think those in line were peeking on me while I was sat but I cannot shake the feeling that they were getting impatient, there was at least two attempts to push open the door despite the "occupied" sign showing on the lock. I am just glad it WAS locked.
I am back at school next week so I am going to try and pee in the main toilets again using the same technique as before and if I am feeling brave I will try crapping at school, but I think it will be at the quieter toilets elsewhere in the building. I will keep you updated.
When you say you could do a pee and crap in one sitting do you mean at the same time? Or do you mean you would pee and then later in the day you would crap?
Thank you,
IrisMina/Maho/Kazuko/Hisae
Hisae pinched a large bakery
Hi everyone. I'm sorry to keep you waiting for this story. Thank you to Audrey, Thunder and Victoria for sweet kind words.
This is 24 April story, Saturday after Hisae's birthday, it was Thursday but we had party on Friday. Of course at home, because of corona. Home is good because we can eat as we like, no-one point angry finger to us and say "why these girls eat so much? Not ladylike!!"
So after breakfast in Saturday in beige flat, we all ready to bomb to loo. Hisae first as usual, because she is quick....
Maho and Kazuko said, "next to Hisae is Minappé." I don't know why, but three crushes always give biggest privilege to Mina. They kiss to each other, but they kiss to Mina more.They spank to each other, but they spank to Mina more. And Mina always get best piece of food. Sometimes I ask them. "Why Mina always get best thing?" They say "no reason" or "because Minappé is Minappé" something like that. When Mina or Kazuko or Maho has birthday, Hisae is next her for birthday motion because of massage, but when Hisae has birthday, always Mina is next her.
Maho's eyes said, "don't argue" so I squat on floor next to Hisae.
This time she did wee first, then motion came out quite soon, not hard and not soft, break three pieces. Two minutes later, second one. She didn't move. A few more minutes, third one. This time she began pinch. Motion was a bit harder than before, and she was breathe hard.
Then Hisae said, "I'm sorry but I want to stay more."
3 friends said, "Of course you can, Chae!" I gave her kiss. Maho and Kazuko stretched hands and held Hisae's knees.
Hisae's beautiful bottom didn't move at all for few minutes, then suddenly she pinched, and loaf came out, one two three. Not soft and not so hard, and a bit grainy. I said, "Chae stand up, I flush." So she stood, and I flushed, then she sat down again. She squeezed my hand hard. Maho said, "Chae I love you." Then Kazuko and I said, Then Hisae said. Many "I love you" we say and hear while Hisae sit there to pinch and pinch bakery which is larger than Pret à manger in King's Cross.
Again pause. Hisae sitting on loo more than 10 minutes now.
Suddenly she pinch. Again one two three. Always three! Few minutes later, again three.
"Hisae you are sugoi." This is from Maho. Sugoi means fantastic. Hisae said, "I feel good, but I have to do more." Maho and Kazuko said, "Please do!! You must do a lots and lots." I said her, "pile of turds in loo with your beautiful bottom on loo is most beautiful thing in world." She squeezed my hand hard again. So I did same to her.
Then she pinched, and loaf came out, this time two and they were smaller. She said, "I nearly finish." But she not moving for few minutes, then she pinched suddenly again, and five large loaf came out, quite big speed. Wow!! very huge bakery!! I have to make effort to not cry, and crushes hear me breathe hard, and they say "Minappé it's OK to cry!"
But that was end. Only tiny piece came out, so I flushed, then Hisae washed her bottom and I dried and started cry. I looked Maho and Kazuko with crying face and said them, "You want to dry?" and they said "yes" so everyone dry. So Hisae also started to cry. When Kazuko gave her panties to her, she squeezed Kazuko's hand hard and Kazuko said "Aah" suddenly. Then she said "mô" which is Japanese scolding sound, and gave to Chae little spank before Chae put on panties.... I saw Hisae's face just after spank from Kazu, huge wave of love went from her eyes and land on Kazu.
I hope you like this story, because I am crying now, I remember how warm time it was when Chae stayed on loo so long and did so much. After her it was Mina with Maho next her and there was reason of that but this post too long so I tell part 2 next time. Hisae and Maho and Kazuko all crying now too. So I have to stop. We need to cry and hug and caress and pinch bottom (not loaf).
Hisae and Mina and Maho and Kazuko on loo about 20 minutes each one. But that is story for next time.
Emma Two, We are happy you didn't have accident and you did a lots in office loo. We feel warm feeling. We hope you never have accident and you always have lovely time in loo. And we say same thing to everybody in this site.
Love to everyone.
Maho + Kazuko + Hisae + MinaTricky
My bowels caused a small scene at a grocery store
This occurred many years ago.
I arrived at the grocery store on my bike. As I locked my bike, due to the long ride, my peristalsis kicked in and I needed to take a massive dump, not having dumped all day today while I was at work. I immediately headed to the restrooms, tucked away in a hallway near the front of the store. They were both single occupant facilities that offered a great degree of privacy, which IMO are the best places to take a dump in public. As I opened the door the Men's room, I glimpsed out of my peripheral vision a group of employees in what looks to be a nearby break room.
I shut and locked the door to be greeted with the pleasant sight of a clean, spacious, single-toilet facility where I will not be bothered, head to the lone commode in the corner of the room, and seat myself so that I can begin the cable-laying process.
I start pushing, only to ease off, noting the pain it is going to bring to push this thing out. It's hard, solid, and smeary, due to being impacted from having been held in all day. I push very carefully, not wanting to tear the ole' chocolate starfish and cause some unwanted bleeding.
About 5 minutes into the process, there is a knock on the door.
I respond: "I'm in here."
Some dude behind the door: "Sorry dude."
I keep pushing, gently. I can feel the mass smearing itself all over my asshole. It's a big one.
Three minutes later, more knocking.
Me: "Still here."
I ripped a long, squeaky fart.
I hear what sounds like the same dude behind the door, laughing.
It takes me another 1-2 minutes to finish, and then I start wiping. It took about 5 minutes of cleanup, and was quite messy. Without the sink being nearby, I would not have gotten my ass clean, but due to its availability, it kept my toilet paper usage down to something reasonable, perhaps the equivalent of 4 feet from the industrial roll of sandpaper provided. I'd wipe with the dry paper to get off the largest dingleberries, then wet the paper with the sink for the final cleanup, which worked well, then used more dry paper to pick wet TP balls off my ass.
I look at the bowl and note an almond-colored single log of about 20" long by 2.5" wide, resting in the hole of the toilet and sticking above the water by about 6-7". It was impressive.
I flushed, and this monster log swirled around, refusing to break apart or bend, smearing itself all over the bowl. It went down on that first flush though. I flushed again, trying to get rid of the skidmarks, to no avail. Then again. The skidmarks were there to stay.
The room had no fan, and it stunk like rotting pork.
I wash my hands and exit.
As I'm leaving the hallway to grab a shopping kart, two store employees rush over to my area from behind, stopping about 10 feet away. One of them is this skinny white kid with a hat on backwards, laughing.
The other is a blonde, long-haired, white fatass with glasses that sort of resembled Mikey off of the show "American Chopper", who is also laughing, holding his nose pinched shut, yelling: "Dude! Get 'em!"
The one with the hat then says while laughing: "I don't even want to go in there now."
The fat dude, still holding his nose, laughing: "Gross!"
They knew what I did and got to see who I was. I was mildly embarrassed.
I continue on, grab the kart, and start loading groceries, also mildly amused at the chaos I had caused, but too perplexed to come up with a witty statement or action in response.
Sunday, June 06, 2021
Abbie
Latest update
Hi everyone, sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've had loads on and just haven't got round to it! I'll share a story after a reply.
David P- fortunately I'm not too constipated at the moment so I'm finding it alot easier to go for a poo but when I start to suffer again I will definitely try your suggestion of pressing the skin between my bum, hopefully doing that will make it easier to get my poo to come out. I say when not if as I've been constipated on and off for ages so I know its only a matter of time before it comes back again, up till now the only thing that does help a bit when I'm struggling to have a poo is to raise my feet and pull my bum cheeks apart as I push but at least I've got something else to try now so thanks for that, I will let you know how it goes! I have also looked up the Bristol Stool Scale you mentioned and your absolutely right, I would say when I'm constipated my poos are usually number 2, sometimes even number 1 when its really bad.
Anyway, I do have a story to share, on Sunday night I went out with Lucy and Katie and Katie stayed over for the first time in ages which was great. We were walking back from the pub together when Katie said, "I'm bursting for a wee, I hope I can make it back in time!" Lucy and I had both used the loo in the pub before we left but Katie said she could wait until we got home, although I could tell she was now regretting that decision by the panicked look on her face! Typically by that point we were in the middle of a housing estate and there was absolutely nowhere private to squat down, so I said, "We're only about 5 minutes away, just try to hold it!" and Katie nodded, biting her lip. By the time we got back to my house she was squirming around and holding herself, she said, "Hurry up and get the door open Abs, I'm literally just about to wee my pants!" I got the door open as quickly as I could and let Katie go upstairs first, Lucy and I followed her up into my room. Before she had even got to the door of my ensuite she had pulled up her denim skirt to reveal some pink flowery knickers which were stuck right up her bum, she quickly tugged them down but not before Lucy had said, "Oh my God Katie, your knickers have like totally gone up your bum!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, at least there still dry!!" Katie replied as she sat on the loo with her knickers at her knees, she started to wee straight away, a loud hissing stream that fizzed into the loo, and she moaned with relief. "And yes, before you say anything I know I'm weeing like a horse, my bladder was literally just about to burst!" she said. Eventually Katies stream dribbled to a stop and she wiped her front before pulling up her knickers, letting down her skirt and coming back into my bedroom.
"Right, lets get ready for bed and watch a film!" I said, taking off my tee-shirt. Lucy took off her skirt and then her top, she said, "I need to have a wee now," and as she turned to walk into the ensuite I noticed her pale green knickers had gone up her bum too. As Katie took off her skirt she said, "Looks like I'm not the only one with my pants up my bum!" and Lucy turned round and poked her tongue out as Katie giggled, just then I took off my skirt, I was wearing white knickers which were stuck up my bum as well, I walked into my ensuite to see Lucy on the loo in the middle of her wee and Katie brushing her teeth. "I know my knickers are up my bum too before either of you say anything!" I said and they both started laughing. "Well to be honest I don't really mind if you two see me with my pants up my bum, the other day I went swimming and my swimsuit ended up giving me a massive wedgie and that was way more embarrassing!" said Katie.
"Oh my God, I hate it when that happens!!" said Lucy as she wiped and pulled up her knickers. "Right, my turn for a wee!" I said as I went over to the loo, I eased my knickers to my knees, sat down on the warm seat and started to wee a strong stream as Lucy joined Katie at the basin and started to brush her teeth. A few seconds later I felt my stream dribbling to a stop so I wiped my front, pulled up my knickers and went over to the basin to brush my teeth as well, by now Lucy and Katie were back in my room sitting on Lucys bed. After I'd finished doing my teeth I went back into my room, Lucy started to take off her bra, she said, "I'm just gonna wear my knickers in bed, its really warm in here!" Katie and I nodded, we both took our bras off too and got into bed and then I put on a film.
The next morning I woke up needing a wee, I noticed Lucy was still asleep and as I was only half awake myself I'd completely forgotten Katie was staying over. I got out of bed and went into my ensuite without bothering to put my bra on, I got the fright of my life when I saw Katie sitting on the loo, her knickers were round her thighs and luckily she wasn't wearing her bra either! I realised she was in the middle of having a wee as I heard her stream tinkling into the bowl.
"Oh God, I totally forgot you were staying over, sorry I haven't got my bra on!" I said, feeling myself going pink.
"Morning Abbie," said Katie, looking totally unfazed. "No worries, at least we're both topless!" she added. A few seconds later Katies stream dribbled to a stop and she took some loo roll, wiped and stood up, pulling her knickers up. She sat on the edge of the bath as I went over to the loo, dropped my knickers 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 wiped, pulled up my knickers and washed my hands and then we both went back into the bedroom.
"Right, I'll go downstairs and make some toast," I said as Katie got back into bed. I put a tee-shirt on and went down to the kitchen. As I was making the toast I started to get a heavy feeling in my belly and realised I'd need a poo before long, luckily it was only a couple of days since I'd last been for a poo so I was hoping I wouldn't have too much trouble. I came back up with the toast a few minutes later, as I went into my room I saw the door of my ensuite was wide open and Lucy was on the loo with her knickers round her knees and without her bra on either! It sounded like she was having a massive wee and there was a huge look of relief on her face!! When she was done she came back into the room and we started to eat the toast. I noticed Katie was finding it hard to sit still, she kept shifting position on the bed so I guessed she might want a poo, a few minutes later she said, "I'm getting desperate for a poo, do you mind if I go?"
"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 a bit constipated so it might take me a while!" Katie replied. She got out of bed and went into the ensuite, still topless. "Come on in so we can keep chatting," she called to Lucy and me so we followed her in and sat on the floor. Katie dropped her knickers and sat on the loo, 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 poo trying to force my bum open. Katie 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 again so I pulled them down, I was pretty sure that the top of my bum would be showing but I didn't want to get skidmarks. Katie 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," Katie said, "I'll wipe standing if you want so you can get on the loo straight away." She 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. Katie 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 as I pushed but luckily it wasn't too hard and dry so it was coming a lot easier than when I'm really constipated. 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 wasn't quite as fat so it came out with a few gentle pushes. After my second log had dropped I felt empty so I took some paper, wiped my bum and flushed before pulling up my knickers. "Do you need a poo Lucy?" asked Katie and Lucy shook her head, "No, I had one yesterday so it'll be a couple of days before I need another one!" We went back into my room and started to get dressed, Katie rummaged in her overnight bag, she said "I know I've got some clean pants in here somewhere!" In the meantime Lucy had taken off her knickers and put on some white ones, she started to put on her bra as I took off my t-shirt and went over to my underwear drawer to find some clean knickers too. Katie took out a pair of yellow knickers with pink and blue butterflies and pulled down the ones she was wearing, she quickly put on her clean ones and then put her bra on. While Lucy and Katie put their skirts on I changed my knickers, my clean ones were pale blue with pink and yellow flowers. I put on my bra and then finished getting dressed too. Hope you enjoyed this story, will post again soon, bye for now!!Eileen
Reply to Mike .
Hi Mike , it's been a while since we spoke alright . I hope you're keeping well and not having any "bathroom issues" . I didn't manage to get anything out the other night but about noon the next day I knew I was in trouble as I felt the need for a BM build up . I wasn't too far from a toilet , I got to it and luckily for me it was unoccupied . I went in , got my jeans and panties down and I wasn't sitting on the toilet very long before the load started to plop out . First the solid stuff plopped into the toilet . That was followed by sloppy , liquidy poor . I felt the relief right away . When I looked down all I could see was the sloppy pop which covered and hid the solid pieces of poo in the toilet bowl . There was a very strong smell ,, I'm afraid . It took quite a lot of toilet paper to get myself clean after that BM . I hope You will reply soon , Mike . Eileen xx .Audrey
Sherryl: yes, I loved the story. Sadly, I haven't pood outside lately. Recently, when I was out hiking, I saw a girl about my age squatting by the side of the trail on her phone. I squatted likewise and asked if I could join her. An awkward conversation began as she explained she had to poo. I said no problem and prepared to leave, just as she started She gasped, and realized that while attempting to preserve her modesty, she hadn't pulled her leggings far enough, she let out a medium size poo alright, but she pissed all through the front and crotch area of her leggings. I squatted back down to help, and flipped my skirt to spread. I'm proud to say that my stream made it all the way across the trail! She didn't even end up wiping her dirty booty, but I the remembered to give some tissues to her that I had in my backpack.
Mina: great to hear about a fun spanking as always! Keep it up!
I also really miss reading Juliette from France's stories! I hope she comes back!
Maddy: loved your story, I'm excited to hear more!
MD Dan
Kept Some People Waiting
On my way into work I will occasionally stop to get my morning coffee from a popular chain. The store is located only a few minutes from my office. When I stop here, I will usually place the order on the mobile app, run in, pick it up, and be on my way. Yesterday, though, the app wasn't working for that location so I had to go in to place the order.
During the 30 min drive over, I started feeling a bad poop coming and was getting some cramps. I tried to fart a few times in my car but I had to stop or I was going to crap myself. It felt like it was a semi-solid poop and there was a lot of it.
Because the app wasn't working at this store, there was an unusually high number of people actually inside waiting to place and pick up their orders. I waited in line behind two younger women (college age) and another woman was behind me (late 30's to mid 40's). Two men were waiting in the pick up area for their drinks. I was almost shaking from my stomach hurting so much but I finally placed my order and immediately headed for the restroom in the back of the store.
There are two unisex, single occupant restrooms. One of them was closed for some reason. Not sure if it wasn't working or being cleaned but the door was locked with a yellow sign on the floor in front of it. The other restroom was open so I went in, locked the door, and quickly sat on the toilet.
As soon as I sat down, soft poop started coming out at a decent pace. It smelled terrible too. The first piece slid into the water and I still felt a lot left. After a few seconds another long piece slid out into the water. After 30 seconds or so I heard someone try the door. Thankfully the lock worked and it didn't open. There was a knock and I said, "Occupied!" to let them know I was in there. I heard a woman's voice say back, "Oh! Sorry! I'll wait!"
"Great..." I thought to myself as another piece started to crackle out of me. Another two pieces came out over the course of about a minute or so but I still felt cramping. I heard another voice outside the door. It was another woman talking to the first woman. I could hear her commenting about the other bathroom being closed and she said, "I hope they come out soon. We need to get to class." It must have been the two college age women who were in front of me in line.
I got another cramp and some more semi-solid poop shot out of me, this time followed up with a blast of gas that lasted several seconds. I heard both women laugh quietly, they clearly heard me. The second one to arrive said, "Oh geez. I don't know if want to go in there after him." The other woman (the one who knocked on the door) replied, "I don't care. I'm about to shit myself in a minute. He can blow it up all he wants, as long as he's done in the next 30 seconds. I need to sit on a toilet really soon." The first girl replied to that, "Oh no! I'm not going after you again. I'm just going to wait. I'll pee at school." I heard footsteps walking away at that point. The first girl must have given up and decided to hold it.
I took about another minute to finish up and get ready to walk out. I was well aware of the 30 second time line the girl had and I admit, I was a little curious just how serious she was about it. Fortunately for her, she was able to hold on until I came out. I opened the door and saw her standing against the wall, pressing her butt into her hands, bouncing up and down. I said, "Sorry about the wait." but she just said, "Oh thank God!" and ran into the bathroom.
I waited by the door for about five seconds, wondering if I'd hear an explosion, but I couldn't hear anything. On my way out I saw the first woman waiting by the entrance for her friend. She looked at me and made eye contact for a brief second. She stifled a laugh and looked away quickly. I left and headed into work, feeling much better.