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Runner Girl

To Ellie M

Hi Ellie! Welcome to this site…I'm a longtime lurker and poop enthusiast and love these posts. Saw your question and thought I'd share one of many experiences. Years back I got into distance running at the suggestion of my trainer at the gym. I had built up my distance and endurance and had a planned half marathon in the Fall. My trainer volunteered to drive us to the race that morning, which was basically in the middle of nowhere. I spent a fair amount of time on the toilet before we left, trying to fully empty myself before the run, but it was to no avail…
By the time we arrived at the race site, my bowels definitely needed to release, and I was dancing…When we got out of the car, Liz, my trainer, was like "let's find a place to use the "bathroom"…Seeing about 5 porta potties with multiple runners lined up behind them, I wasn't too encouraged as the race was starting in 10 minutes…I looked at Liz and she laughed and said, nah, not there…I have wet wipes!. She pointed to an abandoned barn off the side of the road and we jogged over. Let's empty out!, Liz said, and nonchalantly dropped her pants and squatted. I was both a little freaked out, and also excited! (I've learned in the years since that runners do what they have to do!)
Before I had time to think, I heard a crisp crackling sound and a hissing pee…Liz was going to town! I suddenly felt very free and uninhibited, and dropped my shorts and squatted next to Liz. A large log was coming out of her butt already, and I just let loose with my pee and poop. It was so liberating! Another runner came by at this point, nodded and waved, and went a few feet further down and dropped her shorts and started unloading her bottom. It was in this moment I realized runners have a code and are ok with this stuff! By this point, Liz was offering me some wet wipes, and we cleansed ourselves, pulled our shorts up and headed for the start line. The other runner was still squatting low with a fat poop coming out of her butt. She smiled cheerily and wished us good luck!…I have many, many more running stories if you all are interested. I thought this was a weird fixation of mind but realized I am definitely not alone!


Questions for Anna From Austria

This is a great situation you were in. I bet you have some memories from back in your day 20 years ago.

1) When the girls saw you as an adult-guest, how did they act? Did they ask you any questions?
2) What conditions were the toilets/bathroom in compared to 20 years ago?
Was the toilet paper about the same or better than when you were a student there?
3) What did the girls talk about? Was their coarse language like 20 years ago?
4) Do you think any of the girls mistook you for being a substitute teacher?
5) Did you select the farthest stall when you were a student? Why or why not?
6) Did you and the girls wash your hands when you exited the stalls? Why or why not?

I'm doing my practicum at my old school this semester. A couple of the girls have greeted me as I have waited for a toilet to become available.
One asked me right out if I was a narc?


Iris

Festival crap

Oh my goodness! I have just realised I never sent the details about my festival visit. It has been typed up for months but I never submitted it! For those unaware, I am incredibly toilet shy, I really struggle going anywhere away from home, both ends, and I had stayed at a week long music festival!

Hey everyone, it's Iris! I think my first time ever at a festival was a huge success and a big step in my personal development. I had a crap at home before leaving for the festival and I stopped at some services about 10 miles from my destination to pee. I knew the line to get in would take forever and I was already feeling pretty full. As always I picked the end cubicle, put some toilet paper in the bowl and after a small hesitation I emptied my bladder… silently!

I decided for the week I would face my fears head on and not beat about the bush so when I needed to pee again I waited until I was semi-desperate and went to the toilets. Luckily they were still clean with it being the first day and after about five minutes sitting there I managed to pee. I was proud of myself. The second pee before bed went much better. I was in and out within a minute.

Whenever I needed to pee I would leave the stage in between acts I wanted to see and while they were really busy, I didn't have too much difficulty peeing. There was no bowl to line with toilet paper but there was no water to make noise either! At most there was a dull patter of my pee hitting the plastic and it was drowned out by the music, the crowd and the other people peeing. I crap daily and every time I sat down to pee I tried to crap too. I could feel it was there. I couldn't do it though. I felt really self conscious even when hearing people next to me going and I was really concerned about making people wait.

By day three I REALLY needed to crap. I had terrible stomach ache and I was so uncomfortable. It was time for me to be a big girl and make it happen. So after a coffee and before my favourite acts were performing I went to the toilets. They were already really busy but I forced myself to stay there. No putting it off until later, and again, and again. I had to wait in a queue for a toilet to be available and I was getting more scared and nervous as I got closer to the front. Eventually it was my turn and I locked the door behind me, trying not to look at the line of people waiting for me as I closed it and pulled down my shorts as I sat down. I checked there was toilet paper and told myself I was not allowed to leave until I had been to the toilet. No matter what.

I managed to pee fairly quickly and I forced myself not to give up until I had crapped. My ears were ringing and my heart was pounding. The toilets around me had a fast turnover and it actually helped a lot. Anyone who had seen me waiting in line would be soon long gone and completely forget about me. One to my left was occupied and I heard her laugh to her friend "I'm going to take a shit!" as the door slammed shut. I had been sitting for 15 minutes and still hadn't been so I decided to listen to her to see if it would help. I heard her belt clanging and the sound of her peeing. Then it happened. There was a loud dull thud, the unmistakable sound of a heavy crap falling. I took a deep breath and pushed hard, my eyes filling with tears of happiness as I opened up. I was crapping for the first time in three days and doing it in the busiest place of my life. I had to push to keep things moving but I didn't care, I was doing it! The continuous thuds from my neighbour encouraged me so much, I wasn't alone in my ordeal. I had a huge crap and wiped before leaving, I suddenly felt extremely embarrassed but at the same time I was incredibly proud of myself and couldn't stop smiling. I DID IT!!

For the remainder of the festival I tried to crap each day with no success, and I peed when I needed to with a little difficulty but nothing serious. I saw a young woman squat in front of me in the middle of the crowd for a short while and when she stood up again her black jeans were wet. She had peed through them! When I got home I had the easiest crap I've ever had, going as soon as I sat down.

Iris.


Anna Beth

To Austin

I don't remember saying anything about Cinco de Mayo. But I ate a ton of Mexican food that night and had a Margarita! Let's just say I destroyed the toilet with brown mud the following day.


Pete

Grunting

The very best shit is where I have a clear message go and sit on the toilet. After I have pulled down my trousers and underpants the turds start to drop out of my rear end, smoothly and with scarcely any effort. The worst craps are the ones where although the need and sensation are there, the only way to get the turds moving is to push hard. Whenever I push, I grunt, so the best craps have no grunt!


LEA
So I meant to post this a while ago but I foorgot.

So today I had an interesting experience again. I was having breakfast at Dunkin' Donuts when I had to pee. Too much coffee I guess. At another table there were these two girls that were also having breakfast. They were making out so they were probably a lesbian couple. One of them stands up & walks towards the bathroom just in front of me. She's maybe 5'3 & has short blonde hair. Her face is very cute & she wears baggy cargo pants. I get into the bathroom but she took the only stall. I hear her pee gushing. Then there is silence. She releases a long & airy fart! So by then I assumed she has to move her bowels. Indeed, her poop starts plopping into the toilet! It keeps coming. The room fills with a poop smell, but it's not too bad. The number of plops is incredible. When she's finally done, she wipes three times. She flushes & exits the stall. When she sees me waiting, she apologies & says I'm sorry you had to wait! I said don't worry, it sounded like you really needed it & she said fr fr!
She washes her hands & I go to the stall. There is an industrial flush but she still left like one million skidmarks! I sit down on the seat & it feels warm. I pee for like one minute straight! I flush & there are still some skidmarks left afterwards.

I wonder did you ever use a toilet with fresh skidmarks?

To Kristi tysm yes I'm sure that when both your husband & you go there can be many skidmarks left. I also remember & loved your story about you having to go on top of that brown-haired girl's load but I don't remember on which page it was.

To Anna from Austria tysm & I also loved your story about landing in LAX. It sounds like both this lady & you really had to go & this flush was weak & I agree it's not your problem if others leave skidmarks so it's okay to leave them. Also it's interesting that you noticed that people seem to leave more skidmarks in some places than others & I will pay attention to that. Your story about going in the woods with Carina was great too & it's normal to have less control when drinking alcoholic drinks.

To Jenny yes I am it's cool that you actually remember but I had to give up track running unfortunately because I graduated! But I have an anecdote about another jogger & I will share it here when I have time.


Tommy

To Leah

I'm glad you like the story, my girlfriend does not let me watch often, I have only seen her a handful of times, she has seen me poop like twice. I will share another story when I get the chance, my gf poops a lot. BTW I like your stories.


Mina

Dear Thunder

Thank you for the kind comment. But it was Maho who didn't defecate for four days, not Kazu. Kazu defecates every day, or almost, and huge volume. Yes, Maho was very relieved after.

We spent a few days in Hisae's house in countryside, and we ate and ate and ate. So we all defecated like crazy. Countryside food is many many vegetables, so we had lots fibre inside our bottoms. Two girls shared loo in little house, and two girls squatted over potties. A bit scary because one wave of defecate was about six logs (not so big, long was about 13 centimetres, wide was about four), and they came out fast, even from Maho's bottom. And many waves so we flushing all the time. Two of us sharing loo dropped mierda at same time so loo got full quickly. But no clog!! Happy us. We were able to finish our defecate in little bit more than ten minutes, we all four defecating at same time, so Hisae's family didn't worry.

We hope you are very fine and we hope everyone is very fine.

Love from Chakamami Family


Thunder

Congrats Matt and Iris

Matt, first time pooing outside....I have done "it" many times but not for several years...unfortunately.
An "bush poo" is so relaxing and if it is a good one...invigorating!

and Iris , well done and glad you enjoyed it...may you poo many times in public locations from now on and enjoy!
Thunder


JW

Post Title (optional) To: melanie Re: Your sister

If I may I'd like to offer some advise from my own experience. I too was constipated as a child and I would (still do) grunt when struggling with a poop. My Grandmother heard me once while I was visiting her and came rushing into the bathroom asking what was wrong. I was SO embarrassed I NEVER pooped at her house again.

I'd suggest mentioning at some point that you started getting constipated around your sister's age and you were wondering if she was starting to have trouble. You could tell her that talking with Mom about it might not be comfortable and if she'd like she could come and talk with you any time.~~ JW


Rike

Reply to Anna from Austria and memories part 4

Hi Anna from Austria. I had a kind of similar experiance when I attended university. I worked several years as something between tutor and counselor at different schools in that city. But none of the schools were the school I did visit, as that was in a different part of Germany For the first two schools there was never the option for than use the students toilets. I mostly used them when arriving at that school. At that time I rarely ecountered students. I would rather met another of my colleagues. One time I saw a girl entering shortly after me, I think she was in 7th or 8th grade and she had a loud and urgen poop. I don't know if she was embarrassed as I was also in the toilet,
At my last last school the whole tutor and counselor thing was a bit more professional and we could get a key to the teachers toilets. Let me just say, also teachers cann behave not orderly in a toilet: I never saw that teacher, but more than once there was a teacher who never flushed after her pee. I either saw the pee in a toilet bowl or she went in after I was already in my stall and she was done before me.

I had one embarrassing situation when I was in 11th grade. It was the first or second day of school. I had a lesson off. I needed to poop that morning and went to the toilets that were accesseble via the schoolyard.
I think ther were 12 or 13 stalls in total and I took one of the last ones. The toilets were in its original condition when the school was build, so around 50 years old. The stalls were a long row of metal frames and the toilets had all black seats. They were arced and at that time I often put toilet paper on the seat when pooping. That would fall of the arced. I took one of the two flat seats. I peed first and the started my poop. It was effortless and one big log. I needed not much toilet paper. As it was an old bathroom the toilets were all shallow pan toilet, so my poop was presented perfektly. I pulled my jeans and panties up. I turned around and pushed the flush. To my horror the flush did not move,it was kind of stuck. I could not flush my poop. I quickly went out the stall. As ist was the scond lesson of the day I was lucky to be alone. I washed my hands and went out to the playyard. The situation was then even more embarresing. There were now the new students of the 5th grades with their class teachers and the got showen the playyard and the toilets. One teacher I would later have as my social studies teacher. I stormed back into the school with a super red head. Later that day the stall I used was closed.


Annie

A bit annoyed

I came across this site after looking up things for stomach cramps (I have IBS) and figured what the hell, might as well post and see if anyone else experiences similar things. My family and I had just come back from a trip, and I hadn't gone to the bathroom in about 3 days. I personally don't feel very comfortable having a bunch of people around me, and I know my kids will try to unlock the door and talk to me or ask for things. (They are 3 and 5). So I asked my husband to keep them downstairs. I went upstairs, and literally 2 minutes into sitting down they were banging on the door. I texted him to come upstairs, but I was really gassy and my kids started asking me if I was ok. It was so embarrassing I am literally pants around my ankles pooping loudly and trying to tell my kids to leave me alone while not being rude, and not letting the strain come into my voice. He did eventually come up and put them downstairs to watch tv. I guess it's just hard being a mom, especially if you have stomach issues, because you really can't ever get any sort of privacy. Half the time I'm on the toilet it's my husband bothering me as well, there have been times I've been mid poop, and he barges in to ask me if I can help him look for his keys. I just tell him if you can let me finish then maybe I can help you but I'm not going to get off the toilet and run around the house with my pants around my ankles to help you find your screwdriver. One time he even had the audacity to come in while I was having diarrhea, and say "wow babe you're really going at it" or something like that. EXCUSE ME I am in the bathroom. I told him to get out and stop bothering me, your home Bathroom is the only place most people can have diarrhea in peace, but for me sometimes I prefer being in public, because in public restroom people usually won't talk to you, or open the door, or ask you to help them find something. Realistically I have a great family and I'm lucky, but I just don't understand why they can be quiet all day and need nothing from me, or even have a peaceful week. But I know that the moment I start to have my stomach act up, or god forbid I have diarrhea they're going to decide that's the time they have to let me know their needs :/ that's really all I have to say but I guess if something egregious happens or I remember some funny story that they embarrassed me I'll post it.


STEPHEN.P

POOPING IN CAMPERVAN


I drove home yesterday weather hot and uncomfortable,upon arrival went into shed ,had a wee then unloaded van. I went into house had a mug of tea then back to van for a poo. The ADVENTURIDGE pottie pulled from locker rinsed paper on back of bowl ,down with shorts and pants and sat down.A wee then a push and poo it was awesome bowels emptied in three minutes then another wee.
I sat a few minutes then tore some paper from the ELSAN BLUE toilet roll on door and wiped then dressed,pulled the slide ,the Number Too dropped into lower tank .I then did some work in garden,A few hours later returned to van had a wee then into sleeping bag for the night. I woke at five am had a wee then a NUMBER TOO . I went into house had breakfast did some gardening ,just been on the pottie again and had a NUMBER TOO then emptied ready for tonight.
I have now been a NUMBER TOO TWO HUNDRED TIMES THIS YEAR !!!


Post Title REPLY TO MATT



I have pooped outdoors thousands of times ALWAYS CARRY TOILET PAPER as I am regular and enjoy pooping outdoors in good weather,often undress to save holding clothes


Sunday, May 18, 2025


Matt

My first time pooping outside

Hey everyone I'm a long time lurker here but this is my first time posting. I'm an 18 year old british guy in my final year of A-levels.

So today I went for a walk to try and relax after doing some revision, and I had eaten a lot of junk food recently as well as ready meals. after a while I started to feel some pressure in my stomach, and once I'd gotten to the far side of the feild I was in I realiesed that I needed to poop pretty bad. I had wanted to poop outside in the past but I was worried then that a dog walker would see me squating down taking a dump, so instead I decided to wait for a few minutes to see if I could hold it till I got home. After a whlie I let out a few bad smelling farts and realised that I had to etither poop in the bushes or in my pants so I found a hidden spot behind a tree and pulled my pants down and squatted. It was really easy coming out and was pretty soft and smelt really strong, after I wiped with some leafs and pulled my pants back up and saw the pile was almost the size of my foot!
A while later in my walk I stopped at a little stream to try and clean my Butt a bit better but still had to wipe again when I got home.

I hope this was a good post and I hope I will have another story to post about soon.


Runner Girl

To Ellie M

Hi Ellie! Welcome to this site…I'm a longtime lurker and poop enthusiast and love these posts. Saw your question and thought I'd share one of many experiences. Years back I got into distance running at the suggestion of my trainer at the gym. I had built up my distance and endurance and had a planned half marathon in the Fall. My trainer volunteered to drive us to the race that morning, which was basically in the middle of nowhere. I spent a fair amount of time on the toilet before we left, trying to fully empty myself before the run, but it was to no avail…
By the time we arrived at the race site, my bowels definitely needed to release, and I was dancing…When we got out of the car, Liz, my trainer, was like "let's find a place to use the "bathroom"…Seeing about 5 porta potties with multiple runners lined up behind them, I wasn't too encouraged as the race was starting in 10 minutes…I looked at Liz and she laughed and said, nah, not there…I have wet wipes!. She pointed to an abandoned barn off the side of the road and we jogged over. Let's empty out!, Liz said, and nonchalantly dropped her pants and squatted. I was both a little freaked out, and also excited! (I've learned in the years since that runners do what they have to do!)
Before I had time to think, I heard a crisp crackling sound and a hissing pee…Liz was going to town! I suddenly felt very free and uninhibited, and dropped my shorts and squatted next to Liz. A large log was coming out of her butt already, and I just let loose with my pee and poop. It was so liberating! Another runner came by at this point, nodded and waved, and went a few feet further down and dropped her shorts and started unloading her bottom. It was in this moment I realized runners have a code and are ok with this stuff! By this point, Liz was offering me some wet wipes, and we cleansed ourselves, pulled our shorts up and headed for the start line. The other runner was still squatting low with a fat poop coming out of her butt. She smiled cheerily and wished us good luck!…I have many, many more running stories if you all are interested. I thought this was a weird fixation of mind but realized I am definitely not alone!


Iris

Festival crap

Oh my goodness! I have just realised I never sent the details about my festival visit. It has been typed up for months but I never submitted it! For those unaware, I am incredibly toilet shy, I really struggle going anywhere away from home, both ends, and I had stayed at a week long music festival!

Hey everyone, it's Iris! I think my first time ever at a festival was a huge success and a big step in my personal development. I had a crap at home before leaving for the festival and I stopped at some services about 10 miles from my destination to pee. I knew the line to get in would take forever and I was already feeling pretty full. As always I picked the end cubicle, put some toilet paper in the bowl and after a small hesitation I emptied my bladder… silently!

I decided for the week I would face my fears head on and not beat about the bush so when I needed to pee again I waited until I was semi-desperate and went to the toilets. Luckily they were still clean with it being the first day and after about five minutes sitting there I managed to pee. I was proud of myself. The second pee before bed went much better. I was in and out within a minute.

Whenever I needed to pee I would leave the stage in between acts I wanted to see and while they were really busy, I didn't have too much difficulty peeing. There was no bowl to line with toilet paper but there was no water to make noise either! At most there was a dull patter of my pee hitting the plastic and it was drowned out by the music, the crowd and the other people peeing. I crap daily and every time I sat down to pee I tried to crap too. I could feel it was there. I couldn't do it though. I felt really self conscious even when hearing people next to me going and I was really concerned about making people wait.

By day three I REALLY needed to crap. I had terrible stomach ache and I was so uncomfortable. It was time for me to be a big girl and make it happen. So after a coffee and before my favourite acts were performing I went to the toilets. They were already really busy but I forced myself to stay there. No putting it off until later, and again, and again. I had to wait in a queue for a toilet to be available and I was getting more scared and nervous as I got closer to the front. Eventually it was my turn and I locked the door behind me, trying not to look at the line of people waiting for me as I closed it and pulled down my shorts as I sat down. I checked there was toilet paper and told myself I was not allowed to leave until I had been to the toilet. No matter what.

I managed to pee fairly quickly and I forced myself not to give up until I had crapped. My ears were ringing and my heart was pounding. The toilets around me had a fast turnover and it actually helped a lot. Anyone who had seen me waiting in line would be soon long gone and completely forget about me. One to my left was occupied and I heard her laugh to her friend "I'm going to take a shit!" as the door slammed shut. I had been sitting for 15 minutes and still hadn't been so I decided to listen to her to see if it would help. I heard her belt clanging and the sound of her peeing. Then it happened. There was a loud dull thud, the unmistakable sound of a heavy crap falling. I took a deep breath and pushed hard, my eyes filling with tears of happiness as I opened up. I was crapping for the first time in three days and doing it in the busiest place of my life. I had to push to keep things moving but I didn't care, I was doing it! The continuous thuds from my neighbour encouraged me so much, I wasn't alone in my ordeal. I had a huge crap and wiped before leaving, I suddenly felt extremely embarrassed but at the same time I was incredibly proud of myself and couldn't stop smiling. I DID IT!!

For the remainder of the festival I tried to crap each day with no success, and I peed when I needed to with a little difficulty but nothing serious. I saw a young woman squat in front of me in the middle of the crowd for a short while and when she stood up again her black jeans were wet. She had peed through them! When I got home I had the easiest crap I've ever had, going as soon as I sat down.

Iris.


Questions for Anna From Austria

This is a great situation you were in. I bet you have some memories from back in your day 20 years ago.

1) When the girls saw you as an adult-guest, how did they act? Did they ask you any questions?
2) What conditions were the toilets/bathroom in compared to 20 years ago?
Was the toilet paper about the same or better than when you were a student there?
3) What did the girls talk about? Was their coarse language like 20 years ago?
4) Do you think any of the girls mistook you for being a substitute teacher?
5) Did you select the farthest stall when you were a student? Why or why not?
6) Did you and the girls wash your hands when you exited the stalls? Why or why not?

I'm doing my practicum at my old school this semester. A couple of the girls have greeted me as I have waited for a toilet to become available.
One asked me right out if I was a narc?


Leah

Tommy

Dear tommy:
Thanks for sharing the story about your girlfriend, I feel for her but do you often watch her poo? Does she ever watch you poo? I would not like the idea of being watched but it has happened. I try to avoid pooping at home as my loo almost always clogs.


Emily with Autism
My younger cousin is spending a few with us as her mom is out of town on a work trip. Last night, we decided to watch a movie after dinner. I felt like I needed to pee part way during the movie, but I didn't want to miss the movie. After a little while, I ended up wetting myself. Unfortunately, my diaper was already wet from before and ended up leaking. By time the movie finished, I had a decent sized wet spot on my pants which was noticed by my cousin, who went to tell my mom.


Monday, May 12, 2025


To Anna Beth

Anna Beth how was your cinco de mayo did u drop a load after u ate Mexican food? I ate Mexican food & dropped a huge deuce. What's your most memorable poop you've took & was it in public or at home? Looking forward to hearing from u! My name is Austin by the way!


Gemma

To Melonie

With your sisters constipation, the only way to bring it up is to talk about your own issues - as someone who has suffered all my life (I literally poo once or twice a month) I can tell you when I was young I didn't even know it wasn't Normal. I would always go to bathroom over night when everyone was asleep as I didn't want anyone to know I was going. She will be shy about it I'm sure but I think you'll do her a favour if you can talk about it with her, it's quite a lonely feeling and if she's anything like me, having a poo is agony.


Mina

Thank you Melanie

We hope everyone is very fine!

Melanie, we said, Maho doesn't want to defecate in bathtub, but if she has pain in her bottom, it is OK to fart. And it happened! We didn't think, that it would be happened so soon. But yesterday, in bathtub, Maho said to Mina that she felt kurushii in her bottom. Kurushii means painful and uncomfortable.

"I don't surprise, Maholin. You didn't do motion since Sunday! And today is Thursday!"

"My bottom is very full"

"So you can do o-nara! Try to do!"

o-nara means fart.

Maho pushed! BUUUUUUU! Huge bubbles on water surface.

"That is very big o-nara!"

BUUUUUUUUU. More big bubbles. Mina got out of bathtub.

"Push out some more o-nara, Maholin."

BUUUUUUU. More huge bubbles, then suddenly Maho jumped out from bathtub.


"I must sit on loo NOW!!" Maho ran out of bathroom and into loo room and sat down on loo with bump, Hisae style.

Buuuuuuu.

Mina followed her. Maho had red face and serious expression, she was pushing.


PLOOP. Mina looked in loo. Large turd there. Long was about 25 centimetres and wide was about 6. "Wow Maholinn. Beautiful!"

"NNNGGGG...."

After one minute, PLOOP. Mina engrossed so much, she forgot that both of them were soaking wet. (Mina learned "soaking wet" on this site.) She grabbed bath towel and started to dry Maho's body while Maho still sitting on loo and pushing with big effort.


"Minappé, dry yourself. More efficient."

"OK." But that moment, loud commotion on balcony. Mina quickly dried feet and ran across to window and opened. Kazuko and Hisae rushed into green flat.

"Why you come here now?" Both Kazuko and Hisae wearing camisole, and Hisae wearing panties
because period, but Kazuko was naked bottom and yoni.

"Intuition. WE sense something strange, so we come quickly. Where is Maholinn?"

PLOOP. Horrendous fragrance spreading around flat.

"You heard that. Now you know where she is!"


Kazu and Hisae rushed to loo. Maho drying her tense body and pushing from her bottom.

Maholinn, I dry you, concentrate your motion." Hisae grabbed Maho's towel. Kazu grabbed Mina's towel and began dry Mina.

"Nnngggg." PLOOP.

"Beautiful." Hisae and Kazu busy to dry.

PLOOP. "Maholinn, I have to flush. Stand up. I dry your bottom while you standing."

Flush. Hisae grabbed paper because some brown mushy around hole in Maho's beautiful bottom. Hisae cleaned carefully. Then dried rest of Maho's bottom, and loo seat. Maho sat down again on dry seat.

Kazu pulled camisole over Mina and then other camisole over Maho. "You will catch cold." And produce hair dryer, so she dried Mina's hair, while Hisae drying Maho's hair with other dryer.

PLOOP. Turds coming more quick. About 30 seconds now, it was one minute before. PLOOP. We can't hear so clearly now because noisy hair dryers.

PLOOP. "Nnnnggg." PLOOP. Plep plep plep. Little pieces. "I finish." Hisae pushed washlet button. Then all three crushes dried Maho's beautiful bottom. But Mina was unsteady. She swayed little bit.
"Are you OK Minappé?"

"I am turn on terribly..." Maho got up. "Sit on loo Minappé." Then Kazu came with glass of cold tea she found in kitchen. "Drink this." But Mina's hand shaking, so Kazu held glass.

"I'm OK."

Kazu and Hisae thought, OK to go back. Best for Mina to go into the bed. "See you tomorrow." Then Maho helped Mina to the bed, got into the bed beside her, and calmed down her in way which only Maho and Hisae and Kazu understand. Mina was excited very much, but she calmed down with Maho's caresses. Problem was, Maho got excited! So Mina calmed down her. Then they got out of the bed in birthday suit and cleaned bathtub, did long wee in loo, brushed teeth, then put on camisole and panties and back into the bed. Made love little bit more, but soon sleeping. "Minappé I feel wonderful now. Very empty."We slept all night without awake. Then this morning when we went beige flat to make breakfast, Kazu and Hisae looking eyes each other with deep love. We realise, they too were turn on! Why we are turn on when we do motions, we always are wonder. We don't know reason. Kazu and Hisae also made love when they back in beige flat's bed.

Japan has long holiday now, it called Golden Week. Tomorrow we go Hisae's house in countryside, her parents invite us. We stay two nights. There is separate house now, very small one for her brother and his wife, but parents and brother said, we can use that house. Little problem is, we can't stay so long in loo because we keep everyone waiting. So we put potty in luggage. Then two of us can do motion at same time. One of us on loo and one over potty. We can shut door, so no one notice. There is loo in that little house, different loo from loo in main house.

We hope everyone stay very fine and have no problem in loo and everywhere.

And thank you Melanie! Maho is very gratitude to you.

Love to everyone from Chakamami Family


Tomtom

Just had an accident

I sometimes forget to stay with my routine to poop in the morning. Often it's because I sleep too late and have to rush off to work, and I just, well, forget. Today was one of those days. I'd forgotten about it entirely, and by mid afternoon I started feeling uncomfortable but as usual didn't really connect the dots. I was squirming in my chair focused on work, and then suddenly the day was over, so I packed up and headed to my car. As I was driving home I suddenly realized I really REALLY had to poop. I can't understand why it's so hard for me to register what's going on with my body, but there I was. Fortunately, my dive home isn't far so I eventually got there (felt like forever) and somehow managed to hold it back until then. I live in an apartment building, so a grabbed my things and started shuffling to the elevator. I didn't trust myself to rush, so I took short steps with my hand my butt. Luckily enough I didn't meet anyone and I was alone in the elevator. Then, just as the doors closed my body just tells me NOPE, NOT HOLDING IT ANYMORE and I completely lost it. I could feel the seat of my pants quickly fill up with a warm mushy pudding, and I started peeing too. I get to my floor, again I was lucky and nobody was there, so I waddled to my apartment, got in, and went straight to the shower with my clothes on. It took a while to clean up.

All this because I forgot my morning routine.


Leah

Reply and story

Melanie, your post about your sister reminds me of myself and my sister when we were growing up, and they are still going on today, although I don't know how bad is is for my sister.
You should talk to your mum as she could try your sister on a laxative if she hasn't done so already, and ask your sister about her problems, it's important you all open up to each other, but that may embarrass your sister and make her think that she can't poo at home, I used to think that.

The weather is getting hotter and my poo is getting harder, which is not a good thing.
I had a poo in the pub the other day, I had a stomach ache which was getting worse over time and i was gently holding my stomach I eventually had to go to the loo, which is outside where the smoking area is.
I walked in through the open door and went into the second loo, locked the door, pulled my skirt up and thong down to my feet and sat on the bowl, there was a group of guys smoking outside and I could hear them chatting and laughing as my pee stream started hissing out until it got weaker and stopped with a small plop. I gritted my teeth and pushed as a big fart blasted out and I started to pick my fingernails as I tried to keep myself occupied and I could feel my bumhole start to open up, about 5 minutes later I could hear girls yelling at each other as they approached the loo's, I could hear 2 or 3 of them come in and start fighting over the only other loo left, I then heard banging on my door ad they were desperate and they were trying to pull the door open, luckily they were only peeing and I timed my grunts around their sighs as they were so relived.
I could feel the tip of my poo come out and, by this time I think the beer garden was empty so I strained and pushed and panted, and it felt like rope being pulled through me, very weird but a very good poo. I just hope nobody heard me as I sat for another 5 minutes to be sure, I wiped my bum lots of times and went back.

Keep up with the stories


To Reggie

Did your friend end up going in his pants?


Samuel

Good bowel movement

The past week I've been waking up very early without the alarm. Soon after waking I've been needing the bathroom, which is nice as I otherwise have problems going. However that has made me a bit tired as well. Today I woke up without any urge, but after breakfast and coffee I felt a slight urge so I went to the bathroom. But having had no action after a few minutes I realized it would be as quick as I had thought, so I went up and fetched a magazine. After a few more minutes of reading I could feel something moving so I had to put the magazine down and concentrate. I could feel my ring stretching and after a while the first small plips dropped below me. After that it didn't take long of the rest to follow. It felt amazing as a wide, but quite soft mass move through. It broke off but kept coming and the last bit laned with a loud splash. I stood up and looked down and saw that I had produce a both wide and long bowel movement. A bit hard and knobby in one end, but otherwise smooth. I felt amazing afterwords and ready to finish off the week!


This is from when I was a kid. That's when it happened. So one year when I was little me and my mom and dad and my older brother were on a nice vacation. We took a dip in the pool one afternoon and I had to pee and poop too. I ignored it until it became overwhelming. And then I told my parents I had to go bad, and a second later I felt frantic. Me and my dad got out of the pool. Luckily, there was a second bathing suit for me in the swim bag that we bought that same day. But the second I got out of the pool, I couldn't control myself. I started to pee!!! Yep right there outside the pool! How embarrassing! But then the more embarrassing part. Dad took off my bathing suit right there, and I was naked in front of everyone there! I felt like I needed to pee again, and I started again! I RAN toward the men's bathroom, my little boyhood flopping and bobbing around, tinkling a little as I ran and leaving a trail of pee behind me. I got into the bathroom and took a stall, not bothering to close the door. I plopped myself right down on the toilet seat and kept peeing, then pooping. My dad caught up to me and once he cleaned me up a little bit he helped me change into my new bathing suit. My dad notified an employee about the issue and they temporarily closed the pool. Imagine how embarrassed I was! The reason I'm saying this story is because I actually just went swimming in that same pool because I'm on vacation at that same place, and it reminded me of it.


Anna from Austria

school poop

Hi there I attended a Career Day in comcerical high school (my former school to be precise) last monday.

After the lunch break I had to go number 2. For some reason the teachers didn`t let us use the teachers rest room so I had the use the standard girls room.

The first thing I noticed was that the restroom hast not changed much in 20 years lol.

I took the stall that was the furthest away from the entrance and loocked the door.

I pulled down my pants and panties and sat on the toilet. As soon as I was seated many girls entered the bathroom for having a chat or using the toilets. It did not took long until all stalls were taken.

At first I wanted to wait a bit but then I had to fart and my turd almost started to come out without much affords. Then I peed for about one minute and one more fart and another log. As far I could tell the other girls were just having a wee.

The funny thing was that nothing else happend. During my school days it was standard that many girls were giggling or even commenting the poo sounds of the users of the restroom. But the girls these days just ignored it and kept talking about their own stuff while I was blowing up my former schools bathroom.

That is the story for today

greetings from Austria

Anna




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