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Jane
Carmalita! All I can say about you and Jake is caliente! That was some
dump you had, and the action you guys did afterwards. Gary and I don’t
usually do our “activity” around my toilet trips, but there have been
exceptions. And how lucky for you to see Heather on the toilet again.
Enjoy it while you can, for I think that problem with the hole will be
fixed sooner or later.
Diana (Todd’s honey): I’m very happy for you. But I think the word is
out. Anyway, I liked your story about your long dump. I like to read
while sitting in the toilet at home but cannot do it in public restrooms.
Prior to my debacle with the doorless stalls in the ladies room the other
day, my poops since Thanksgiving had been small loads with hard pieces of
poop. Especially in the morning it would take quite a bit of time to push
it out. It seems I poop more often and with bigger loads on Fridays.
Although I did not mind pooping in front of the lady and her daughter and
the maintenance worker, I was very embarrassed that three men were
waiting for me to finish pooping. It upset my digestive system, and I
hadn’t even had lunch yet. Later that afternoon, after I got back to my
office, I had a very smelly dump. I pushed out four long thick pieces of
poop and topped it off with a long booming trump of a fart. It smelled so
bad I flushed the toilet while seated before starting to wipe.
I was at the mall with Gary this weekend. I stopped by the ladies room in
one of the department stores. I only needed to pee. When I was in the
stall I heard the sound of someone wiping. She took several wipes to
clean up. I was done and was washing my hands when the woman emerged from
the stall. It was Marilyn, an old college friend and a roommate in the
apartment that I shared with Carrie and Sara. By far she was the best
fourth roommate we had but had to move back home after just one term due
to a sudden death in her family, and she had to take some time off from
school. We hadn’t been in touch lately, but she said she was settling in
the area with her husband. Next weekend we will get together with Carrie
and Sara and talk about old times.
Quick hellos to everyone.
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Coprologist
One of the things I hate is cold bathrooms. In the building where I work,
the cleaners always open the windows wide, and in cold weather it is
freezing in there. One of the reasons that they do it is that some people
produce the most appalling stinks, and they feel that the best way to
prevent the bathroom being stunk out is to keep the windows open. But
they have to close them at night, otherwise pigeons have been known to
come in and crap all over the place!
But I try to avoid that, and if I need a shit on a cold day, I find
another toilet on the campus where it is a bit warmer. However much you
need to go, you don’t get a really good turnout unless you are warm and
relaxed during your bowel movement.
Does anyone know a solution to the problem of cold bathrooms?
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PV
Hi INA — welcome! Your write very well, and your favorite activity is a
joy to behold! I may have the device-free method down pat but thereare
times I dribble too, and I’ve often considered getting the device too.
Well done — enjoy your hobby, and please keep posting!!!
PV
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Monday, December 04, 2001
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diarrhea-gal, what are your poops usually like? Where do you go to the
bathroom when you get diarrhea?
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Amazon
thanks for all the responses….i feel accepted! 🙂 wetfan i’d LOVE to
hear some of your stories….Glad you like my name PV, LazyTex, i’m from
Ga, i’ve never tried pissing into containers actually, hmmm…i think
i’ll try that this week. As for how i learned to pee standing up, i
learned when i was about 6yrs old, just kinda figured it out on my own. i
spent most of my time outside so go figure. so how about another
story?…..ok this happened tonight actually, i took my friend out
looking at christmas lights, i had to pee when we got to the place but i
figured i’d be ok for a few hours…..after about an hour and a half i
told her we’d better leave ’cause i was about to piss in somebody’s
yard…..we go back to the car and i stand beside it, just had unbuttoned
my pants when she told me to stop because some lil’ kids were coming,
after waiting a while i gave up and we left…i stopped at the local
Wal-mart just down the road and we went to the bathroom, as luck would
have ! it, it was full of people with kids…all the screaming kids
askin’ “momma why are her feet facing the wrong way” (i was standing) and
hold it so long made me unable to pee….so we left and i went to
McDonalds and used their bathroom…had to go so terrible by then that i
couldn’t even aim it, i ended up missing the toilet and peeing on the
wall above and behind it, finally i just turned and aimed for the
trashcan….it lasted about 2 minutes. i noticed that i had peed my
boxers (yeah i wear mens underwear) a lil’ bit when i came in….thats a
first for me… when i came out my friend said “damn girl you look like
you had an orgasm” i said “i think i did” *L*
i’ll have another story for yall tomorrow!
my stats” 19female, Ga, 5’4 150lbs, muscular, athletic, oh and Gay..hence
the nickname 🙂 but i still love hearing desp. stories from both sexes!
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fartface
I am an older male who has a fantasy about female diarrhea. I love to
hear it,smell it and see it.
It has been this way since i am a kid. Anybody want to tell me how it
came about? I also like to hear girls and ladies talk about their bowel
movements .
Thank you.
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Donna+Becca (Story for Diarrhea-gal)
I am not a regular poster, nor have I been reading these posts for a
great deal of time. I seen diarrhea-gal’s requests for diarrhea stories
decided to grant her request, but it is not an outside diarrhea story.
But first, a little about myself. I am a sixteen year old female about
5’4″ with blonde hair that drops just past my shoulders, I have brown
eyes. Most people tell me I’m attractive and, well, I guess I kinda am.
Myself and a friend of mine, Becca, she is 16 and going to be writing
this story, she is on the pot as now, but not the shits I think. She is
5′ red curly-haired cutie with blue eyes and a great smile. If I am
pretty, Becca is beautiful, and a genius as well. And she’s taking over
now.
OK here I am and no I don’t currently have the squirts, but am very
lactose intolerant and am allergic to citrus fruits, so Aunt Flo
frequents my house. Anyways, you prolly don’t care much about background
info so I’ll jump right to when I get sick. Donna and I were watching a
movie, I don’t remember what it was. Well, about midway into the film my
stomach started to ache and grugle. Not long afterwards I broke out in a
cold sweat and that uncomfortable tightening overtook my stomach. I
quickily whispered to Donna what was happeing and that I was going to use
the toilet. I stood up and hurried down the isle(we were sitting in about
the middle dang it.) After getting out of our isle I broke into a brisk
walk and when I got into the hall I broke into almost a dead run. I made
it to the toilet, quickily pulled my blue jeans down and sat down.
Instantly I let out a resounding wet fart that I swear shook the toilet
seat. Then I unleashed a wave of soft mushy poop followed by ! a horrible
explosion of liquid diarrhea. The watery poop finally subsided, but
before I could sigh in relief, a red hot knife cut through my bowels and
I poured out a river of liquid shit. I finally finished and told Donna I
needed to go home. She took me home and the first thing I did was rush to
the potty for a repeat preformance of the theater. I went several more
times that night, including once in my panties, but felt fine in the
morining.
Well, there ya go Diarrhea-gal. I hope that quells your cravings for now.
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Ephermal
Sarah and Meghan, thank you for your concern 🙂 It’s good to know even
complete strangers are so caring about me.
Well, to continue last night’s story, as you remember I wasn’t feeling
terribly wonderful, but rather quite full. To compensate, I drank three
very full glasses of water. Needless to say, within about 40 minutes, I
was gushing 3 times, each time the urine was so clear that you couldn’t
even tell that I had gone by looking in the toilet. This was not fun as I
was trying to get into bed and to sleep at a very late hour.
Today I woke up still feeling unbelievably full and blech…so I decided
to go swimming. That was really fun and relaxing, but didn’t help the
situation. I went to the library and did a bunch of work. Then I came
home and did more work with a friend. When she left, I finally felt the
urge to go. I let out a huge gush of pee and then a small nugget about
1.25 inch by 1 inch. Then 2 foul smelling solid brown ropes of 6 inches
by 1/4 inch came out. I still felt like there was more but it wouldn’t
come out. Later tonight I was talking on the phone and got a sudden urge.
Luckily I was done with the conversation and was able to yank down my
gray sweat pants and white panties quickly and hit the toilet to release
a 15 inch rope (that broke at some point, but I’m not sure if it did
coming out or hitting the toilet). It took about 3 seconds to come out
and I couldn’t do any more. It was the same brown and was all coiled up
at the bottom. This was followed by a huge pe! e. I usually pee before I
poop but I had to go really badly and suddenly.
BTW, all the poop was really soft and sticky. It took a lot of wiping to
clean up which is quite unusual for me.
All of my poop seems to sink regardless of what I eat. What about other
people? Do you usually have floaters or sinkers?
Anyway, I just felt an urge before starting this post, but couldn’t go,
only a nice pee. I’ve been drinking a lot these past couple of days, so
I’ve been peeing a lot too. It’s kind of a nice break from all this
studying.
FYI, I’m 20 now. Or at least will be by the time you get this
message…….
To answer the questions that have been recently, I always wipe my butt
after going for a pee, but that’s usually more to make sure it is dry
from backsplash rather than to make sure I wiped well at the last poop. I
always make sure to wipe very well no matter what I’ve done so I don’t
run into problems.
Also, a lot of times the yellow stain in women’s underwear is from normal
female discharge rather than urine stains. I know this is the case for
me, cause I’ve never squirted in my underwear and still get the stains.
It’s not a big deal though.
Adele–I always had problems dealing with constipation (read some of my
earlier posts). You have an advantage over me: a friend (and the forum)
to share with. I was always on my own, never wanting to admit to my mom
that I still had problems and not being able to discuss that kind of
thing with any of my friends. Even at college my friends don’t know. My
biggest suggestion to you is to go whenever and whereever you feel the
urge, regardless of where you are (school, a friend’s, the mall) because
you never know when that urge is going to come back. The longest I ever
went was about a month and let me tell you that thing was a b*****d to
get out. OUCH! Enemas are definately not fun, nor are laxatives. Plus,
your goal, if you are suffering from chronic constipation as you seem to
be (and as I still struggle to overcome, though I’ve been doing really
well lately for which I am grateful for) is to be able to go when you
need to, not from drug induction. Only do that! in an extreme situation.
And I know how unpleasant the whole thing is. You feel icky and then it
hurts like h**l to come out. This is why for me when I do a nice normal
poop it is a blessing and I am so thankful. I know the alternative.
G-d be with the families of the recent terrors in Israel. When will this
come to an end? We are one people, we are one world.
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Mina
Two poop stories today courtesy of sister Jeannie. (Wow, the blonde on
the pot looks like Jeannie and me, in the body. Can’t you just see a
wonderul poop emerging from her, while she’s fetchingly seated like that?
) Jeannie and I wanted to go christmas shopping today so I stayed at her
apt last night because Ron is out of town, and she lives downtown, where
we can walk to stores. This morning when we got up Jeannie had a
migraine. I had a fine, big, relaxing poop and while I was showering she
came in to have her morning poop, but when I was finished she was still
sitting on the pot looking pretty sick and unable to “go”. I offered to
call off the shopping trip but she said no, I’ll be okay. We got downtown
about 930. After looking around for about an hour we got some things for
one of our brothers and kids, and for our dad. Mom’s gifts will have to
wait another time. We went into the lunch counter at 11 for a
McBreakfast, and while we were eating Jeannie said, “After! we leave here
I have GOT to go find a place to shit. I guess the walking loosened my
bowels.” We finished our hash browns and coffee and went out into the
main part of the store. On the way across the floor Jeannie stopped to
look at some things at the jewelry counter. Then she looked at me kind of
funny and said, “OHhh, I really feel sick, and headed straight for the
women’s lav. I followed her. We left our goods with the lady at the
perfume counter nearby. When we got inside the lav there was only one
available stall and Jeannie motioned for me to come in with her. It was
rather spacious , almost as big as a handicap room. She unbuttoned her
jeans and thumbed her panties down and sat with a thud. She looked like
she was going to faint – her eyes were glazed and she held her head in
her hands and said, “The migrain is getting worse instead of better, and
it feels like a needle right thru my brain”. I went over and put my arms
around her shoulders and held her and! said quietly, “its alrght, just
close your eyes and relax”. All was still for a minute and then I felt
her tremble and could see, behind her, that her poop was emerging, isuing
silently into the water, and then a stream of pee. My god, that poor girl
must have pooped for a full minute,long, smooth turds in several segment
and then some mushy stuff, with her body trembling the whole time. When
she seemed finished I said, “are you ok??” She looked up at me and said,
” give me a minute.” Which I did, but still held onto her. She sat
motionless with eyes closed and that big load of poo underneath. We could
hear a lady in the next stall grunting away. She evidently knew the
person in the stall next down from her because thye were talking about
their diffcult bowel movements. Finally Jeannie let loose another short,
fat poop, and reached for the toilet paper. She tried to sit up to wipe
but quickly sat back down. So I took the wipe from her hand, and gently
bent her forw! ard and wiped her buthole, she had kind of messed herself
and got it on her cheeks and it took quite a bit of paper to clean her
up, and then did her tushie for her. I helped her stand up and get her
pants pulled up and buttoned and said, “look, — no wonder you didnt feel
good”. Her poops literally displaced the place where water normally
filled the bowl, and several big round thick chunks were sticking up,
even above the TP. Jeannie laughed weakly. She kind of shook herself off
and said, “let’s go” – and we exited but she really wasn’t up to any more
shopping. Yes, I flushed it was one of those direct flushers and
miraculously it all wend down. So I carried her stuff out, and took her
home and helped her into bed. She just called me on the phone now at 11
at night and said she is okay and the headache is gone, and thanked me
for helping her. Story 2 is one she told me last night. I asked her what
her first experience was having a BM in front of a guy friend. She s! aid
it was when she was in college and was in drama class and this guy she
had been out on a few dates with, was in a play with her. She went to his
studio apartment so they could study their lines (yeah right) and studied
for a couple hours and went out to lunch – she says she can still
remember, it was a big subway sandwich. When they got back to his apt he
put on coffeepot of strong cof. and they drank it and studied another
hour and she suddenly realized she had to shit, but she held it for
almost another hour because he took a bathroom break to pee and she
realized his toilet was in an alcove or half wall right behind the
cooking area. It was a real small studio apartment– and she was
embarassed. Finally she realized she couldn’t fake it any longer. She
told the guy she needed to use the bathroom and he said, “well go ahed,
its over there…” There was an awkward moment of silence and he
chivalrously said. “it is not very private,- I could leave the apt for a
few mi! nutes if you would like”. Wanting to appear brave, she said she
told him, no, its your apartment, just excuse me. So she went in and sat
on the toilet and then her inhibitions took over and she couldn’t go
excpt to pee a little, and flush. Of course when she got up and came back
out it wasn’t long until the urge to poop came back with a vengance. She
excused herself – – she didnt have the nerve to say anything more this
time, and went back and sat down again, and results were immediately
forthcoming. She said fortunately she didnt have a lot of gas, but you
could plainly hear her big bomby turds drop in the water. When she
flushed and washed and came out, she apologized for stinking up his
apartment. She said he was real sweet about it and told her he didn’t
mind at all, everyone has to shit, and that he was sorry if it was
awkward and in the future he would leave and let her have privacy. She
was so taken by how nice he was that she replied to him that would not
be! necessary, and they actually got into a conversation about pooping
and stuff. Let me see, how can I put this to get by the modereator? She
said that was the beginning of a very pleasant relationship, and that a
couple days later the scene was repeated with her inviting him to come in
and continue whatever it was they were talking about, as she had a good
BM. She said he watched but tried not to let on, and one of his remarks
(as oposed to what he said earlier) was that he had no idea women could
produce a load like that, and seemed impressed. They continued dating for
almost a year but broke up because of religious disagreements that just
kept dividing them farther and farther apart. (He turned out to be kind
of a prude, I think, and quite self-righteous). All for now . +++ Meen
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TAILWAGGER
Hi Oggy.
I think everyone else is ignoring us!
I always wear short miniskirts but I’ve only pooped in them once! I’ll
wear my leather one next time and tell you what it was like (as long as
it’s not a runny poop!). I was posting a letter when it happened last
time so not many people were around and it wasn’t a LOUD fart either –
more of a medium volumed ‘brrrUP’. My little sausage bounced against the
back of my legs all the way home (and felt LOVELY!).
Will post again when I’m wearing my leather mini and feel the urge to
drop another.
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adele
refering to my last post,well layla came to my house and told me she
still hadnt done her poo,we were in my room listening to cds after about
1/2 an hour she said she might need to poo.i went into the toilet with
her,she lifted her mini skirt and took her knickers right off and sat
down,she lent forward arms folded across her stomach and started to
strain she let out a loud,not smelly fart then a couple of little plops
splashed into the water.by this time i was curious as to what was
happening back there.well our toilet is well positioned,to one side a box
like unit that the pipes run through,this is used as a shelf,it has a
couple of my magazines and some of my young sisters colour books and
crayons on it,tp etc,to the other side is a large gap where the shower
was untill a separate shower room made.i said to layla –did she mind if
i watched[ive never seen someone my age actually doing a poo on the
toilet,only in knickers and on the floor] she reservedly agreed,i took up
m! y position just in time to see the start of a big hard log emerging
from her very swollen bum hole,she was straining very hard but it only
came slowly.after 10 mins about 8 inches of solid poo splashed down it
was 2 inch across.she proceeded to push again and i noticed then her bum
had like bulges or lumps around it and sticking out of it.she kept
pushing and another log emerged this time only 6 inches but as thick as
befor,this one had red streaks on it and after it dropped there was blood
dripping from her bum.i told her this and she said–it always does. and
procceded to strain hard again after a couple of little boulders some
softer poo and bright red blood.totally unphazed she kept on straining
untill all that came out was like a thick browny jelly like stuff,she
wiped,looked at the tp which was brown and red and said,just another few
minuits.she kept straining and farting and spraying this jelly like stuff
into the bowl,she then wiped again looked at the paper,although! she got
all the poo of the blood kept coming out so she folded tp into a pad put
it between her cheeks,put her knickers back on,pulled them up,flushed and
said lets go to the club,whilst i got ready she said her bum was very
sore,we then went out,layla went to the toilets several times to check
her bum and renew the tp,eventually she said it had stopped bleeding.on
the way home i wet my knickers,walking along i couldnt hold it and it
kept coming out in little spurts.layla went straight to her house and i
went to mine,i walked in dripping,mum noticed,as she knew i was
constipated and was cross that i didnt go befor i went out i had to go
then,as i didnt do it,and as i usually wet the bed alot when i am like
that i had to wear plastic knickers and a pad to bed,tomorrow
[mon3/12]will be the third day i havnt done a poo so befor school i will
have another try for about an hour.more on that next post.
hi to alexa-will try the vasaline in the morning.
george-ive not done that /didnt see prog either.
hi to sarah s and meghan [i live in brighton sussex],would love to talk
to kendal-so a big hi to kendal and lawn dogs kid,[how]
gotta go now xx adele xx
also hi to gurlie–i poo in my knickers quite often,sometimes by accident
but usually on purpose,when i get a sore bum it doesent seem to hurt as
much doing it in your knickers,and i enjoy doing it also.if i plan to do
it i either wear plastic knickers,sometimes over my knickers or sometimes
on their own,or iwear either my rubber dress or pvc mini if its just my
nylon or cotton knickers– hides the stains.also ive had messy and wet
accidents when ive had no knickers on.will post about this soon xx adele
xx
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Althea
Jacqueline: Orange juice has a lots of Vitamin C(ascorbic acid). It will
irritate the lining of your stomach when it is empty. You probably drank
on an empty stomach. It happens to me some time.
diarrhea-gal: diarrhea is not fun sometime, if you are stuck without a
toilet. But, it is a relief when you have a toilet and diarrhea rids your
body of bad food, water, germs, etc. See my earlier posts. I’ve had some
good episodes.
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bigd
Cindy Crawford was on the “Tonight Show” with Jay Leno last week.
Describing the birth of her second child she said it was “like pooping
out a watermelon”. Jay laughed and said “wait a minute while I fix that
image in my mind”. No doubt, Jay. No doubt.
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Carmalita
Hola mis amigos,
It’s me, the pooping Mexicana! Hey, I love that pic of that sweet, catbox
honey!
AMAZON: Hi babe, welcome! I’m excited to hear some of your pee stories!
I’ll bet you’re a southern belle! Mmmm, tell me more!
ALEXA: Thanks hon for the compliment. I love your name, it’s so
beautiful. I’ll bet you are too. How lucky for Todd to see what was
hidden under that denim skirt! Isn’t it great to poop outdoors? I really
love it.
RIZZO: Hi my friend! You sure described your surgery so accurately! Been
there, done that! I also loved your relating the story of the next stall.
Very inventive and funny! Pessssshawar! That’s classic hon! That nurse
sounded hot. However, if I were your nurse, I’d have asked you if you
needed personal assistance. I love your “willie” , that’s a great name
for such a wonderful device! I also really loved the clack of the toilet
lid, the rustling of textiles and the creak of the seat. And you say I’m
a good writer! I think you need to author your own “Uncle Rizzo’s
toiletime classics.” Here’s a kiss because you’re such a sweetie!
LOUISE: Hiya sweet thing! I wouldn’t mind a bit if a handsome gentleman
like Steve wanted to wipe my little brown tush. We often have group
wipings when we do that, and it feels very nice to have different hands
tending you. Especially Nu, because her skin is so silky smooth.
JOHN VT: Hi babe! Hey, it’s good for you to be driven absolutely nuts by
a female. It keeps your blood circulating. I forgot that you enjoyed
female poopy smells. I do too in a way. Heather’s smell was indeed very
rich. I don’t know why my poop is so big. I’m not eating any more than
usual. My morning dump in the bathroom while Jake was shaving was pretty
hot. I did 4 turds, one had to be 18″ long and as fat as my wrist. I then
did 3 more plops about 8″ and very thick! My ass was stingin’ afterward!
The smell was a bit mild at first, then really began to stink. I sat
there on the toilet with my white panties rolled up high on my dark
thighs smelling up the room! It smelled like a combo of fresh poop and
used taquitos. I could actually smell traces of salsa verde in it. Wish I
could send you a whiff hon! Take care.
SARAH S AND MEGHAN: It’s good that your dad is behaving himself. My
nursing staff is ready and willing. I love you all too.
BUZZY: You flatter me too much, taking my stories to the bathroom with
you. I don’t poop at the gym, I’m too embarrassed because I’m a stinky
girl. I don’t always smell bad, but I never know when it will, or won’t.
JAMIE: Ah, my lovely friend. Como estas mi amigo? Lo siento mucho sobre
su novia. Te quiero mucho y espero eres muy alegre, OK? (Translated, it
basically means: I’m very sorry about your girlfriend. I love you very
much and hope you are very happy, OK?) You’re too sweet of a guy not to
have the very best. Jake sends his permission for you to watch me
anytime. He’s cool with that, just as long as it’s limited to watching.
LOL! Maybe I can help cheer you by telling you about my turds this
morning. I usually start off with a long one, this morning no exception.
I’m also very noisy, and make lots of noise when I poop. My turd began
with a very audible
“sspppppffffffffff-kkrrkkklll-spfff-ssspppfffff-crrkklllkkllll-” and by
that time, it was hanging out of my butt by a few inches. Also, whenever
my turds are extra large, I lean forward a bit more, putting pressure on
my abdomen which helps push it out. I watched my reflection in the mirror
and it looked like a big hunk of br! ownish-tan rope slowly pinching out
of my ass. Unfortunaltely hon, it was very stinky. When it finally fell,
it went “K-PLLLOOOPP!”, and Jake said while shaving “What the hell was
that? It sounded like a bowling ball falling into the water!” It was
funny. Hey, I love you Jamie, take care!
I had another chance to spy on Heather on the toilet. Ohhhh, heaven! She
came in with a rolled up magazine, dropped her drawers and began reading.
Through the little spy hole I watched her face. “Plop, mmmhhhhhh…” She
studied an aricle. Then, “Plooop, uhhh…” This went on for about five
minutes. No crackles, or grunts, just a series of concentrative plops.
She must have launched 10 turds altogether. Toward the end, she giggled
at something in the magazine. It must have been funny too, because she
had this huge grin on her face as she tipped up her well proportioned ass
and wiped thoroughly. It stunk again too. So far she hasn’t seemed to
have noticed the hole.
Now, for all of you fans of my big poo-poos, yesterday’s dump was epic! I
was dressed up for a celebration at the community center. It was another
children’s art show for the benefit of the Latino Literacy Coalition.
Jake bought a watercolor/crayon peice from a little latina girl who was
too cute to resist. She was so proud because he paid $50 for it! Anyway,
I was wearing a black patterned suit with a front slitted slim skirt,
white top, and black heels which brought me up to 5’4″! I wore my hair
parted to one side and pulled back, held together in a gold clasp. Many
of the men couldn’t resist my brown latina skin against that black suit,
and greeted me with several “Oh, hola seniorita!” “Senora,” I corrected,
wiggling my ring finger at them. We’d stopped for breakfast earlier, I
had blueberry waffles, too many in fact, and I had a serious need to take
a very healthy shit. I greeted several people, shook hands, kissed
cheeks, and struggled to keep the huge sausages in! side of me. For two
hours I suffered, struggling not to fart, or have a turd touch my
panties. I didn’t want to use the ladies room for fear of really stinking
it up bad.
On the way home, I said to Jake, “I’m sorry baby, but–” I then tilted my
mini-skirted ass, and ripped a serious fart that reeked, causing him to
roll down the window. “Ohhhh, I have to shit soooo bad!” I whined. He
then quickly rolled the window back up and said “Actually, I like the
smell of that fart.” We were almost home when the dire urge to shit was
slowly passing. I felt ok again. We came in, scouted the house for Renee
and Patsy, but there was no sign of them. Jake had that look on his face,
then said to me “I thought you had to shit so bad.” “I still do,” I
answered, then he took my hand and escorted me into the big bathroom. “Do
me a favor,” Jake began, “Pretend like I’m not here at all. Just do it
naturally.” I shrugged and said “Sure,” knowing he wanted to spy. So,
still dressed up, my heels clicked a feminine rythmn across the tiled
floor to my awaiting throne. I lifted my skirt, then pulled my pantyhose
and panties down to my knees. I sat upright at first, ! revealing a
neatly trimmed vagina, feeling a desperate pee coming on. Oh man, the
water felt good coming out! Very warm, and splashing loudly. I never
realized how badly I needed to pee until it was pulsating out of me. My
mouth opened, my eyes closed and I “ahhhhhhhed” whilst squirting a half
gallon of hot piss. Then, leaning farther forward and clasping my hands
together, I felt the turd wanting to come out. I’d held it in too long.
Now, it was mucho grande inside of me! The reflection in the door mirror
was interesting too. A dark Mexican girl seated on the toilet, her black
skirt bunched up around her waist, with thick bands of pantyhose, and
twisted white Lilyette panties around her thighs. First came an SBD,
straight from my ass, funelling up through my thighs and directly to my
nose. Yyyyuckkk! I grinned at Jake through my red painted lips and said
in a little girl voice “Oooooh, ‘tinky muffins!” Now it was serious. The
turd was hard and thick, and it hurt. I leaned! farther forward gritting
my teeth. Even my tits jiggled, then firmed at my concentrated efforts.
RRRRNNNNNNhhhhhhh–plink-plink! Two hard little pebbles hit the water.
Then came more stink, very rich and very toxic. The turd was coming now.
It stretched my anus. My ass ached, my face was showing signs of pain, I
know, I could feel it.
Sppppppppffffffffffff…krrkkk.kkkkkllllsspffff…It was big! I leaned
forward raising my ass off the seat, looking into the mirror. How thick
was it? I’m going to say at least 4″! Hard and knobby like a mountain
bike tire. It came slowly, hurting, stretching. I grunted but it was so
hard it got stuck. I clutched my panties for something to hold on to,
kneading the lace with my thumbs. “Ohh-h-h-h-h-h,” I wimpered, pushing.
The smell was disgusting and the turd was huge. 6 inches of it was now
out of my ass. Thankfully, it was getting softer. Another
inch….oh-h-h-another inch…some wet crackle….more stink….oh-h-h-h
pleeeeassse come out..! .Oh, halfway out now, tapering, getting
softer….Ohhhhhhh, the pain was fading. I looked up at Jake whose eyes
were bugging out of his head. I bit my lower lip, grunted, pushed and
finally “K-SLLLUUUUMPP!” I gave birth to a five pounder full of smell.
More pee came out and I exhaled, fanning the smell out from between my
legs. After my butt quit stinging, I smiled at my man and said “Come look
at this one baby, it’s a big one.” I stood up, pulled my panthose and
undies down to my ankles, then stepped out of my shoes while he stared
into the water. I continued to undress until I was completely naked.
In the toilet, half submerged in a pool of yellow piss, was a monster
turd, maybe 25″ long and incredibly thick. Half of it lay on the white
porcelain out of the water. I came up to Jake and said “Mmmm, smells
good, huh baby?”
I really shouldn’t be any more explicit than that except to say that we
went into our room and made love like animals for two hours. In our
excitement, we completely forgot to flush the toilet. When Renee and Pat
came home, I heard a shriek and Renee’s voice screaming “Oh, Carmalita!!!
That is just gross!!!” I hoped you all liked it. We laid in bed giggling.
Adios mis amigos!
Love,
Carmalita
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hi everyone i am new here.i live in alabama where many larger women are
not afraid to relieve themselves rather loudly in public places. we just
got a super target built here a few months ago. i was shopping one day
when i felt the urge to relieve myself. i had been rather constipated and
could tell that i would have diarrah. i parked my cart and headed rather
briskly for the ladies room. once i arrived there i undressed campletely
and plopped down on the tiolet bowl. now i am 16 and relatively skinny
with size DD boobs. i was bearing down to get the liquid shit moving when
the door swung open and a huge women came barging in the bathrrom she
entered the stall next to mine. i peeked under the stall. there was about
one foot from the floor to the beginning of the stall door and the tiolet
were rather low so i could clearly see her whole body but she could not
see me. she quickly took off a pair of stretch pants and ripped her
thongs off she threw these things on the floor! and i could she her pubic
area she was very hairy and there were rolls of fat everywhere. she then
preceeded to climb on the tiolet in a squatting position i heard this
huge grunt and a wave of shit came out of her now huge butthole. once she
realized she was going to have diarrah she quickly plopped down on the
seat and began saying rather loudly please come on please she began
rocking and kept saying please come on . at that time i could not hold my
shit any longer so i pushed out like 6 pounds of shit and whipped and
left as i walked out the door i heard her say please and a grunt was
heard. thanks a lot guys. i will share more later
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ALANA
Hi everybody,espically Jane,Stargazer,Annie&Robbie,Sarah and
Meghan,Carmalita,and everyone else.Well I know a lot of you have been
waiting patiently for my Thanksgiving poopoo.So have I.I went to my moms
house and my grandmothers for dinner. I ate like a horse at my moms house
including eating the entire contents of oyster stuffing inside the
turkey,then she had a tray and I ate most of that!I also had a huge
portion of macroni and five different kinds of cheese,turkey,tons of
cranberries,okra,red beans,and rice,green beans,mashed potatoes,and
gravy, two different types of sweet potatoes,pumpkin pie,sweet potato pie
and cherry cobbler.I sat and ate untill I could literally not move for an
hour and a half.then we went to my grandmothers and the three hour trip
gave me time to let all that food I had just eaten digest.By the time we
arrived my appetite was back strong as ever.I ate a truckload,my
garandmother taught my mom how to make that stuffing I described earlier
exep! t gram has it down to a science full of celery and oysters
mmmmmmm….Well a long week has gone by and finally yesterday I had a
huge breakfeast of pancakes sausage eggs ham toast and grits,and later
drank a quart of egg nog and was on my way to McDonalds for lunch because
they the two quater pounder special going on.I went inside ordered four
quaterpounders and fries sat down and began to eat.When I got to the
fourth hamburger it hit me.It must have been the egg nog,at any rate my
stomach began doing cartwheels.”Ummmmmhhh..I said to myself as I got up
to find the washroom. The churning sensation inside me was unberable,I
hardly made it to the stall.Once inside I undid my jeans slid them down
to above my knees,pulled my satin panties to mid thigh sat down sighed
“ummph!” and with that a loud long fart came out along with some of the
biggest ell sized turds I can ever remember passing.Then the pace picked
up the stuff was now comming out under extreme pressure,has anyone ever!
had this happen? You know when long snakes are comming out with a lot of
farting and you feel you are there only for the ride because you no
longer have any control.well after a few minutes of this I just have to
see what I’ve done so I get up and look into the toilet.There is a huge
thick shit snake coiled three times around the bowl with a whole family
of huge thick ells on top of it.The color is magnificant,a bright rich
goldish orange,and the consistency is some of the CREAMIEST shit I have
ever seen. So much for admiring art work, I flushed this huge mess down
luckly the toilet was one of those comercial jobs and took it all down
but there were skid marks all over it. Well I wasted no time,sat back
down and pushed out some more monsterous Ice cream vending machine snakes
followed by about twelve bananas and then I got up again to look at it
but had to sit right back down as a deluge of hot creamy alternating
chain and rope shit began to literally pour out of my anal sp!
inchiture.wave after wave began to pour out of me finally it stopped and
it took about a quater roll of tp to clean up back there.I came out of
the washroom rubbing my ???? and just thinking whew!what a load.Love ya
all ALANA
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Manimal
Have I got a story for you that happened to a friend of mine two years
ago. Please respond and let me know if you like it.
My friend was driving back with his date in his truck when he felt the
mexican food they ate earlier start to turn his stomach around. Not
wanting to draw embarrasment on himself be stopping to shit, he
accelerated and headed for home. Ten minutes outside of his date’s
residence, Jermaine could no longer hold it. He told me he let out a
silent “head for the hills, shit’s gushing out” attack that left him beet
red. and soiled to his seat. His date did not immendiatley notice
anything so he tried to play it off by rolling the window down and saying
“man this air is good”. His date then turns to him and says “does it
smell like shit”?, to which he says “yeah, probably coming from outside”.
She then turned to him and just looked at him, to which he confessed and
said, “sorry, I shit my pants. It was the mexican food”. He said she just
dropped her jaw with disbelief. The worst part about it was when it
rains, it pours, and shortly before he dropped her off, he was hit with
a! nouther attack that left him so embarrassed that he did not even say
goodbye to her when she ran from the truck. Needless to say, his date
never, ever, called him again. P.S. This is a true story.
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Bryian
To wetguy: I liked your story about your friend needing help to get up to
pee while in the hospital.
To Leo: I also asked about Billy and Kevin L a few days ago…im still
wondering what happened to them.
To Ben In Iowa: Cool story…like it dude
To kim & scott: Thanks..I like your posts too sometimes, especialy when
you and your bf have to poop together!
To Ring Stretcher: Thanks for liking my posts…oh so that was you who
posted that message. I wouldn’t mind having kim sized logs. It would be
cool but alot of the time my logs aren’t that big and they are really soft
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CD
Hello one & all!,
Before my daily commute to work I occasionally print out a few pages from
this site as reading material along the way. It provides an enjoying
diversion from the rather depressing news we’ve all had over the last few
months. But I digress…
One old story really caught my attention last week. The poster reported
that every so often in the office bog she runs into this other woman.
They don’t talk or anything and I don’t even know if she knows this other
worker’s name. What makes this other lady so unusual (& totally
grosses-out the message poster) is that this lady never wipes herself or
washes her hands! Regardless of how messy her BM might have been (and
there was at least 1 that undoubtedly was), all the message poster has
ever heard is this other lady pulling her panties back up & then the
click-click of her high heels as she leaves the bathroom!
One can only wonder how many panties & nylons that lady must buy as the
skid marks eventually stain them permanently. Further, what does that
lady do when she has her period??
Does anyone else also have such an unsanitary person in their workplace?
Has it become an ‘issue’ with the management or is it still something
most people just seem to tolerate?
Sadly, the washrooms in the office where I work are very well
sound-proofed. Although the mens & ladies toilets are on the opposite
sides of the same wall, I’ve have never heard a thing from the ladies –
save the occasional toilet flush… Some days when I’m in the mens taking
a dump, I often find myself thinking “Geeze. I’d give ANYTHING to hear
what was happing just a foot or two behind me…”
Cheers!
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steve
Ben in Iowa-good story
My friend managed to keep his accident a secret for a whole day. It was
my birthday about 2 months and my parents were taking me and Matt my
friend to Cedar Pointe in Ohio as a birthday treat and peter was staying
over the night. Anyway when we got back from the amusement park it was
late so me and Matt decided to go to bed, as Matt was getting changed he
let out a loud fart which of course made me look across in his direction,
as I did so I saw a massive brown stain running down the outside of his
briefs which he was wearing, I didn’t say anything about it so not to
embarrass him, but then I think he suddenly remembered about his accident
and must have realized I had seen the stains, as he started to explain
what had happened. He said when we got to the amusement park, which was a
two hour drive from my home, he needed to poop but was to embarrassed to
say and just hoped we would pass a bathroom on the way to our first ride,
the first ride we went on was a roller coaste! r and he didn’t see any
bathrooms on the way, while we were in the line apparently he started
going then and by the time we got to the ride he had finished, but this
meant he had to sit in it, it was fortunate for him is was solid, or
appeared that way. He went round with it all day in his briefs and nobody
noticed. He said he would change them when he got home the next day when
he got home. It is quite amazing what you can get away with, I have been
caught with a load in my pants either only twice in 16 years. Once when I
was 9 a friend caught me with heavily skid marked pair of briefs on when
I was staying at his house, but it was nothing unusual at that age
everybody had them.
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jim
i like this site i am so glad i got this computer so i can talk to
someone this is cool. i had an accident again when i was at the mall. my
mom wanted to go christmas shopping and wanted me to show her stuff so we
went to all the stores. then she said ok i am going to go off and get
some things so you can hang around these stores. one was the toy store so
i went in to look at toys. i had to pee bad by now and i had to hold it a
few times when i was with mom and i was looking at the toys a little kid
came in and was looking next to me and he had to pee to, he was hlding it
just like me then i coulnt hold it anymore and he saw me wet. i was
wearing red jeans and red t-shirt. when he kid saw me going he didnt hold
it any more and went to. he had on blue shorts and a white tshirt. i
guess he was like 6 or 7. we talked a little then his mom came and saw
both of us. she was mad and said where is your parents and i said i am by
myself. she said you are a little baby wetting your pa! nts and she said
the same thing to her boy. they left and i didnt want to see my mom
because she would spank me again. i went to the next store and it was a
computer store. i got to play games and stuff i had fun. my mom was gone
long and my pants were drying up. and i had to poop now. i left the store
to find the bathroom, i didnt now where they are and i was going in my
pants there was like a big bump on my but now. i hate poop it sucks. my
mom came to get me and we walked out she was holding my hand and she
smelled me and said did you poop. i said yes because i didnt find the
toilet and i couldnt hold it. then she stopped walking and looked closer
and saw i was wet to. she was real mad because i am to old for doing this
stuff. she took me to the womens bathroom in the mall. i was embarased
because i am a boy in the girls bathroom. she pulled my pants down and
wiped off my but and put my poop in the toilet. it was a big ball all
mashed up. it was pretty hard though. she pu! lled my pants up and zip em
and then she put me over her nee and spanked my butt. i was crying a
little everyone in the bathroom herd us. i never want to go there again.
bye
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