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Sunday, November 09, 1997
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Joey
Just took a great dump. A little light on the fiber so a little slow to
ease out and not smooth and slippery, it prolonged the experience and
felt great. Gonna be some great skid marks from that one – another source
of macho pride for all the real men on this forum. Had pork and
sauerkraut last nite – some truly great ripe farts resulted all evening.
Yeah.
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HERE’S A COOL STORY!
My year and a half at the main campus of OSU was an exciting experience.
There are so many opprotunities to see women (and men) using the toilet.
In H. Hall, there is only one restroom per floor. The mens’ room on the
second floor was frequented qute often by women desparate for a pee. Many
times I have went in to pee and noticed female feet under the stall door.
I made it a habit of sitting in a stall and waiting for a young lady to
come in and use the stall. While she was peeing, I was next door, with a
mirror, checking out her butt. Later, I made it a practice of “walking
in” on women who were in the men’s room. I’d wait outside and see a lady
go in. After she was in, I’d follow and open the stall door. “Sorry”, I’d
say. None ever got mad, because they were in the mens’ room where they
shouldn’t have been. >From the parking garage, one can see into either
restroom of I. Hall because of the smoked glass that is similar to a
shower door. I’ve seen all types of men and women and their bathroom
habits. I’ve actually used the mens’ toilet next to the window, so all
could see me. R. Lab is another restroom with a window by the toilet, but
it is only the womens’. From the building across the street, I have
watched for hours as women came in, answered the call of nature, and
left. The last place I found was P. Hall. This is a both gendered
restroom with one stall. The door outside the restroom has one of those
“OCCUPIED” and “VACANT” locks. Either not everyone bothered to lock the
door or not everyone was able to lock it correctly, because I was able to
walk in while someone was peeing in the stall. Most of the time the stall
was closed and locked. Three different times, the stall door was open.
The first time, the door was partially open and I could see a female’s
rump hovering over the bowl. The second time the door was wide open and I
could see through the mirror on the wall the whole act of this woman as
she hovered and peed, while she got toilet paper and then wiped. The
third time, the door was wide open, but she just finished.
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Rob
Hi!
I thougt I was the only one who finds this exciting…. I get turned on
by hearing/seeing girls crapping, ONLY girls Here is a story of what
happened when a cousin (girl), same age as me stayed with us for a month.
I was watching television in the morning and we were alone in the house.
She had just woken up and passed me on her way to the bathroom, and just
when she close the door I sneaked up against the door hoping to catch a
few interesting sounds. I was deadly quiet in the house so I could here
her sit down, She started peeing and it took about 20 seconds, then it
became quiet and after about 10 s I heard a muffled fart followed by the
sound of a turd coming out, then there was two splashes. She immidiatly
began to wipe herself and when she was done she went into the shower. I
found this experience really exciting. My dream for the monent is to
smell a goodlooking girl when she farts, (bent forward with panties on)
Am I normal???? I don’t think so 🙂
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Susan
Philippe:
Thanks for the info on the bar site. I am going to try and get in there
in the next week or so. If I do I’ll let you know what happens. Alex,
Steph and Jodie, its nice to hear from you guys. Keep the post’s coming!!
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John
Last summer when it was hot and sunny I took my sons aged 11 and 12 out
for the day. We had sandwiches and coke for lunch, and played games and
had a really good day. There were no toilets in the park of course and we
had to get the bus back home later in the day. Miraculously we did not
have to wait long for a bus and got on the first one that came along. It
was hot and crowded so we went to the back and managedto get two seats
between the three of us. Simon the older boy had a seat to himself and
Jamie sat on my knee. Soon both boys wriggling and holding their pants.
Simon said he had to go toilet real bad and Jamie said the same thing. It
was only about another ten minutes to our stop, so I told them to hang
on. But we got stuck in some traffic and it seemed to take us ages to
move only a few yards. Simon said “Dad I’m real desperate. I can’t hold
it any longer.” I told him we could not get off the bus now as it lurched
forward a few more feet. A few minutes later a heard a hissing sound as
Simon pissed his pants and wet the seat. Only one boy siting nearby
seemed to notice and Simon went so red with embarrassment I thought he
was going to catch fire. He tried to cover the wet patch with his hands
but that was only partly successful. The next thing I knew was that all
of a sudden I felt all warm and then wet. Jamie had just gone to the
toilet in his pants as well. “Sory dad.” He said “I jusr couldn’t hold my
wee any longer.” There was nothing to be done it was too late. We got off
the bus a few minutes later at our stop. Had to go to the local shops on
the way back with everybody looking at us and the children laughing and
making comments to their friends. By this time I was really desperate and
was beginning to dribble a little in my pants. Outside the shop I let go
in my pants and made a big puddle on the floor both of my boys saw this
and smiled. We could all have accidents. Two boys playing outside saw
this and were really interested in an adult pissing himself. Then we
walked home and changed.
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Jamie
I was out playing with a friend who had come round this afternoon when he
stopped playing and held his bottom. “I have to go poo real bad.” he
said. I told him that dad locked the door after lunch so he could have a
rest for a hour. “But I can’t wait.” he said. ” I told him that he would
have to do it in his pants or go in the yard. “I can’t do it in my pants
my mum will kil me.” So I took him back home and the door was locked.
“You’ll have to go here.” I said, and after a bit of a protest as the poo
was beginning to poke out, he dropped his shorts and squatted down. A
couple of narrow smooth brown logs came out and I passed him a couple of
leaves to wipe himself. He pulled his shorts back up and we started
playing again. Later he had to go wee and he lifted the leg of his shorts
and weed all over the yard floor. Dad cleaned up after us later that
afternoon. I really like to see boys having a wee and I had never had a
friend poo on the front doorstep before.
I wet the bed every night. I have this dream of going toilet and I have
weed in my pants. Sometimes I dream I am swimming and I wake up all wet.
One night there was a thunder storm and I was afraid. Dad let me into his
bed and I fell asleep. In the morning I was all wet and I had weed all
over dad in the bed. He was real good about it really. I don’t do it on
purpose it just comes when I am asleep. I like to see boys wee. I have
never seen a girl wee.
Jamie
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Friday, November 07, 1997
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Jill
To Vicarious: It is difficult to describe smells, but during my period,
my poo has a distinctly different smell to “usual”. The poos themselves
tend to be softer, which I suppose means more water content – not that I
would care to examine too closely. I only have light periods due to the
pills I take, so perhaps girls with heavier period might be able to
comment further?
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Don
I was wondering if anyone has one of those handicapped toilet seats that
fit on top of the toilet and make you sit up a few inches higher than a
regular seat. I used this girls bathroom once, she had one, but she isn’t
handicapped. She said that she just likes sitting up higher and that the
seat is a lot more comfortable. I sat down on it and it’s true. I was
wondering if anyone else uses them.
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PottyBoy
When I was in high school, I wasn’t interested in sports of any of the
after school clubs. For something to do, I volunteered to help the
custodians. Schools have many volunteers helping teachers, setting up
projects, but nobody volunteers to clean! The custodians had all sorts of
odd jobs for me to do, groundskeeping, taking down posters, moving
equipment, and so on, but I said that I would clean all the restrooms.
They were very surprised and happy. I started cleaning them right after
school, so a lot of kids came in to use the potty while I was cleaning. I
had the privelige of listening and somethimes watching them go to the
bathroom! The girls rooms were fascinating, some of the girls forgot to
flush so I got to see what they did. They use a LOT of toilet paper.
Usually I had to replace two rolls in each stall every day. Then of
course I had to empty the sanitary disposal containers. The toilet seats
got nailed with peepee and poop sometimes, which I had to wipe off. Both
the boys and the girls made a habit of using one particular wall to blow
snots on. There was like a two month accumulation of snot all over this
one wall. I scrubbed that off. In the boys restrooms the urinals were
always very clean and nice, but in the stalls there was always peepee
everywhere. You could tell that certain boys would stand there and hose
everything down. I would wipe everything with a damp cloth and then it
was pretty clean. Some of the boys took huge dumps that clogged the
toilets. I would have to plunge and then clean all the shit residue out
of the bowl. I scrubbed the urinals out with just a sponge and a little
cleanser. Other boys came in to peepee and they’re like: “How can you do
that?” But I’ve never been afraid of germs, and I’ve never gotten sick
from cleaning a bathroom! I used this acid type cleaner that gave a nice
smell to the restrooms especially if it mixed with the soap that was all
over the sinks. I would be interested in hearing about other people’s
school bathrooms, especially if they were nice ones.
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Jeff
I would love to hear some of those stories about guys shitting in the
open in a restroom. It kinda turns me on to see a guy on the bowl with
his pants around his ankles. There was only one stall in my HS with the
door removed but I never got to see anyone on it. I love the department
stores and parks that don’t have stall doors or partitions
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David
Jason’s National Park dormitory observations remind me of some
college-graduate school experiences. I bet guys do what they are
accustomed to — and I imagine the guys who were comfortable taking a
shit without drawing the curtains for privacy went to high schools
without doors on the bathroom stalls. Once, when I was in college, I
visitted a friend at another school. I had to pee, and went to use the
bathroom in his dorm. I was surprised to see that the toilet stalls
lacked doors; that might be OK in high school, but college…??? I asked
how the guys in his dorm reacted to it, and he said many were bothered at
first, but everyone got used to it after awhile. Two years later when I
was in graduate school, a guy who lived on my dorm floor had gone to the
same college as the friend I just mentioned. The bathrooms in our
(graduate school) dorm had doors on the stalls, but whenever he took a
shit, he left the stall door opened. It was kinda neat talking to him as
he was taking a dump; and one time when I had to poop while he was using
an adjacent stall, I left my stall door open, too — and was sort of
turned on by the process. Once, I asked him why he left the door open,
and he said he was just used to doing it that way from college. Has any
one else had college lack of privacy experiences?
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Thursday, November 06, 1997
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Drew
I was sitting on the toilet in my favourite stall in the university
library, hoping to take a dump as I’ve been constipated for the last
couple of days. The guy in the next stall suddenly let out a loud,juicy
fart. I just couldn’t resist saying “nice one” and he said “thanks” with
a laugh. About a minute later he announced “you’re going to love this
one” and let out a beauty which lasted for about ten seconds. “That was a
good one”, I replied and we both chuckled. He then wiped once, flushed
and left. I gave up at this point and got ready to leave. I was still in
my stall as he left the bathroom and shouted out “take it easy”. That
incident made up for what would have been a very disappointing trip to
the toilet.
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Jason
story: This is in response to David’s post, about going in school with no
doors or stalls. Some years ago, I spent the summer working at a National
Park out west. We lived in an all male dormitory. The bathroom had two
wooden stalls with rods for shower curtains for privacy. For the first
two or three weeks, there were no curtains on the stalls, so you had to
go to the bathroom with no privacy. It was interesting to observe
different reactions. Some guys were completely unbothered by it. Other
guys (myslelf included) never used these bathrooms (we’d use the
bathrooms in the lodge, which were for the guests). After they finally
got around to putting the curtains up, a lot of the guys never drew them.
You’d be in the bathroom shaving or whatever, and a guy would come in and
sit down and just do his thing as if it were nothing at all. You be
talking to him as he was grunting, farting, plopping, commenting on the
smell or the consistency of his shit etc. I always found it interesting
how some guys were so completely relaxed about taking a shit, while
others were uptight (I must admit that I fit into the latter group). I
guess in the army, there are no doors or partitions at all. Privacy is
non-existent. I’d love to hear from guys who have been in the service and
what the bathroom experiences were like.
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Khris, Thanks for the note. The only time in adult memory I have of
shitting my pants was just a few years ago when I had to prepare for a
lower GI exam by taking a pill one day which turned my bowells’ contents
to liquid. I had no idea that it would take effect with so little warning
or I would not have gone to work (!). When I realized what was happening
I walked the 40 feet to the men’s room but not quickly enough. I had to
drive home immediately and I had to call Kelly (the woman whom I drove to
work) soas not to strand her; I had to tell her what happened; she did
ride home with me.
I hope to hear more from you.
Best wishes,
Fluidity
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Stefan
One day I was sick and out of the 3 hours I was awake in the morning, i
was on the toilet for 2 of em if you know what i mean.
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Vicarious
What is it that time of the month has to do with bowel habits and odor?
Does the process dehydrate leading to constipation, or does it relax the
flow? Does lower water content reduce odor, or does it intensify it. My
take is that the runnier it is, the more sour/sulfurous it gets, and the
drier the more mild/burntish it is. Are there certain types of ethnic
foods that generate different odours in women? I know you generally eat
more vegetables than we do-how does that impact odour? Also are there
other folks turned on by odour-particularly that of women?
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Paul
David’s mention of the toilets out in the open in the school locker room
brought back memories of a similar arrangement in my HS. There was one
urinal and one toilet along the wall in the locker room: it was
completely out in the open, with not even a stall or anything around it.
Guys used the urinal a lot but hardly ever took a shit in the toilet (I
never had the nerve myself, no matter how bad I had to go, but a few guys
did, and didn’t seem embarrassed at all by it). This was the first time I
ever remember seeing another guy taking a shit, and I remember finding it
fascinating (though I didn’t dare stare!). Guys didn’t generally use the
toilet there unless they *really* had to go, so you could usually hear a
lot of loose shit dropping, wet farts, etc.
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John
I enjoyed Philippe’s report from the gay bar in Toronto as I was there in
May for a seminar and spent several fun nights in that very bar. His
report was very accurate. I would like to add that the place was quite
busy, with lots of female patrons on the weeknights I visited too. I
particularly enjoyed the two ladies that I saw using the “stand up”
restroom at different times. There was only one stall in there and both
ladies used it. One was from Brazil, long jet black hair, quite
attractive. I talked with her when she came out of the stall for quite
awhile. I used the urinal right next to this stall to pee while both
ladies were in there. Both ladies seemed to enjoy taking a glance at the
pee coming out of me as they came out of the stalls. I also had a very
good time in the “sit down” room. Philippe was right, both about the
mirrors and the fact that men and women both freely used this room. I was
a lot of fun to listen to the various types of ladies peeing peeing. Some
were slow and steady, some in short heavy bursts, some just one solid
flood. I tried to always exit my adjoining stall at the same time so I
could see their faces and maybe chat with them awhile. Or, it was easy to
just stand by the sink and wait for a lady to come in and go into a
stall-that way I got to both see her and hear her. Everyone was quite
friendly and easy going. I would definitely recommend the place. I have
found that cross use of restrooms in gay bars is not uncommon and I have
some stories from other locales that some of you might enjoy that I will
post another time. I would be glad to exchange information with others
who have had similar experiences. Please feel free to e-mail me or post a
response hear. I would be particularly interested in hearing from ladies
who like to go into such places.
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Andre
To Alex:
It may seem funny, but I think reading this forum regularly can
contribute to having the kind of dreams which you mentioned in your last
post. Not in the sense that you dream about what you read, of course.
It’s rather that you become more involved with your “fetish” (or
“obsession”, call it what you like). We perform more mental work on it
once we start communicating here. And that’s what I think could possibly
cause your dreams.
As for me, I have had some quite bad dreams about having to take dumps on
extremely dirty toilets since I have started to read the posts here. And
I assure you, dirty toilets are something that makes me shudder with
disgust. The toilets I dreamt about were not only brimming over with
shit, piss, and paperwork of all colors, smells, forms and consistencies,
but also the floor and the walls of the stalls were smeared and in a
general state of waste and decay. One “john” I dreamt about was sure to
fall to pieces as soon as I would sit down on it (in the dream I HAD TO
sit down, couldn’t avoid it!), and its contents would empty out in a
pestilent flood and leave me standing in waste up to my bare knees.
I dreamt such scenes about half a dozen times over the last few weeks.
Once I woke up sweating and nauseated – but, strangely, without any real
need to “go”.
I want to add here that I am NOT appalled by shit etc. in general, nor by
its smell. Disgust sets in only when the whole scene is real dirty (e. g.
touching or even eating).
Question: Do you think my interpretation is correct? And are there others
out there who have been inspired to have “shit dreams” by dealing with
the communications in this forum?
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Sharkey
Ok folks, I’ve been hanging out here for about a year, never posting
’cause I’m basically not a good story-teller. I read a post about puking
and vomiting at the same time and now I’m typing this. Recently, I had an
ailment which had me on the pot while holding a basin. While I must say
that it was the most strenuous experience I’ve had, I rather enjoyed the
whole experience after it was done. I hope that doesn’t make me weird. I
mean, perhaps it was because it was over. . . or maybe an adrenalin rush.
. .or just good to get it out of my system. I don’t know. Now I’m
obsessed with the whole experience. . .and I’ll shut up now.
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Jodi
Thank you to those who’ve welcomed my friend, Khris, to this forum.
Bryan, interesting point about the correlation between exercising and
being interested in bodily functions.
I been very careful about not eating dairy products everyday; I
occasionally *treat* myself to a couple of slices of pizza or a small ice
cream- I don’t *pig out* as I used to. I’ve noticed when I go without any
dairy (lactose), my crap comes out in what I call “tubes.” I describe a
tube as being an extra wide, extra large log about 1 1/2 feet long and
about 1 1/2 inches wide, curling around the rim of the toilet. I still
crap a LOT even when I don’t consume any dairy- it doesn’t smell as much,
I use much less TP, and my undies are usually clean for the rest of the
day! Blake, are your *regular* dumps similar to mine (meaning when you
haven’t had any dairy; most of your stories have been about after you’ve
had products containing lactose)? Thanks. Jodi
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Lance
Short story: 2 years ago my wife & I were tailgating at a College
football game when she became sick.She told me that she was going around
to the front of the cars to throw up.A couple of minutes later I walked
around to see how she was and discovered that while she was heaving,she
lost control and messed her pants with diarreah.While we were driving
home she had another attack in the car and filled her pants again.She was
crying and I felt so sorry for her and helpless.The car smelled for a
couple days after that. We suspected food poisoning.
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Wednesday, November 05, 1997
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Bryan
I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, but I’ve noticed that a lot of the
people posting to this forum are runners (male and female). I wonder if
there is a connection between taking care of your body through exercising
and being obsessed with bodily functions as we all seem to be.
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Ketty
To Philippe:
Fuerteventura is one of the Canary Islands. It is actually IN the
atlantic ocean.
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Jill
To Vicarious: Since you asked, my poos do vary in odour – mainly
depending on what I have been eating, but also according to the time of
the month. I have to say I can be rather smelly at times; so much so that
my husband has noticed the smell from downstairs! You mention the toilets
on trains in England. Well I live in England and use the train toilets
quite often, and you are right, they frequently don’t flush. Some days
they are totally disgusting, but when you have to go….!
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Chris
Hi. This is a different Chris from the others on this forum. This is a
first post recalling a very old (25 years ago) incident at a party at a
friends apartment. We were drinking heavily, mostly beer and Sangria
which was big back then. So far, so good. Then someone broke out some
weed and the synergies of the weed and the booze caused all hell to break
loose on peoples intestinal system. Several guests were going at both
ends at once if you know what I mean. There is nothing more helpless in
the whole world than barfing and shitting at the same time. A bunch of
guests were woefully the wiser after that experience!
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David
My school bathroom experiences were like Dan’s and Redneck’s — open
stalls; no privacy if you had to poop. Most guys tried to hold it in and
only used the bathroom if it was a real emergency. The gym bathroom was
the worst of all — 2 toilets and a urinal against one wall of the locker
room — no partitions and no doors. If you had to go you just did it in
front of everyone who was changing in the locker room. One time after
running I had to crap real bad and had no choice but to use one of the
boys’ locker room toilets (it was better than doing it in my gym shorts).
It was real embarrassing sitting there, farting and dropping logs with
everyone else in the class coming over to talk with me. Another kid had
to go badly as well and sat on the toilet next me. He didn’t seem to mind
doing it in front of everyone and it made me feel less embarrassed. Has
anyone had similar experiences. I guess that’s what it must be like in
army boot camp latrines.
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Alex
Hi. Khris, our mutual friend, Jodi, has told me about you- welcome to the
group! Vicarious, my shit doesn’t stink that much, except when I have
diahrrea or very soft movements. We girls are a lot like you guys, some
of us stink, and some of us don’t- it’s “chemistry,” I guess.
I hope this isn’t too off-subject, but I’ve had several dreams lately of
going in my pants; I’ve never had an accident since being toilet-trained
(about 16 years ago; I’m only 19, after all). Last night, or should I say
early this morning, around 4am, I woke up in a pool of sweat. I just
dreamt I was in one of my classes, and took a shit right in my pants.
Don’t ask me why I’ve been having these dreams. I walked down the hall to
the toilet, sat down, and really took a shit; a couple of turds, a couple
of wipes, and then back to bed. Love always, Alex 🙂
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Tuesday, November 04, 1997
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Cassy
Once when I was in a bathroom with my friends, we all had to go so bad.
All of the stalls were full, of course. It seemed like everyone in the
stalls were taking a very long time. My friend ended up going in the
sink. My othe friend went in the garbage, and as for me, I went in my
pants. Oops!
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Khris
Hi. Fluidity, yes, I’m a female. I’ll tell you about a couple of
“not-so-delicate” moments. I’ve been involved in high school and college
track, and would like to share some stories of the “runs” (drumroll,
please)
When I was in 10th grade (4 years ago), I was at a competition in a
nearby town. I had some ice cream earlier in the day (a big “no-no” for
somebody who’s Lactose Intolerant. I was able to participate in the meet,
but had serious stomach cramps the whole time. I ended up beating my
competitor, but it was a bittersweet victory. I immediately ran into the
school and into the bathroom; just as I pulled down my shorts, I lost
control of my sphincter. Liquid shit was sprayed all over the stall.
There was nobody else in there, so, just as I (temporarily) regained
control of my functions, I went into another stall, sat down, and let out
waves of soft shit (Blake, I know exactly what you’re talking about when
you refer to “waves” of diahrrea).
One year later, this time at an after-school practice, I actually shit my
pants while running. I was horrified!!! Nobody made fun of me; most of my
friends knew I had “bowel problems,” but it was embarrassing just the
same. It was helpful that my gym teacher/coach has a daughter (much older
than I am; I’ve never met her) who’s Lactose Intolerant, so he (the
teacher) was sympathetic during all the times I suddenly had to dart in
to the bathroom (or into the woods) to relieve myself. Thanks all for
welcoming me- I’ll share some more stories soon. Khris
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I just took a fat piss in the toilet, unfortunately the streams split and
the pee went in the toilet and on my pants. I walked back into my
dormroom where my girlfriend was waiting. I quickly changed pants without
her noticing saying that I needed some more comfortable pants. I was
embarrased.
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Monday, November 03, 1997
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Steph
Hi guys! I had another bout of constipation late last week. I didn’t dump
for almost 3 days. I tried pushing out while peeing one evening (I think
it was Thurs.) and nothing came out. I woke up the following morning with
terrible stomach pains, figuring my intestines were *full* (this was
aggravated by it being my “time of the month,” but I won’t go there).
I sat down on the toilet, determined to dump at all costs. I started
straining really hard, with my head hunched between my knees and my feet
on tippy-toes. Nothing happened, so I started *pumping* my abdomen. After
doing that, I felt as if the shit was ready to come out. I strained
again, and a hard long slowwwwwwly and painfully came out of my butt. I
pumped my abdomen again, and more stuff came out. The shit got softer as
it moved on; I think the hard log stuck closest to my anus *blocked*
everything else above. I ended up spending about 20 minutes in there. No
out-of-the-ordinary dorm mate stories to report this time.
Andre, yes, I’ve seen, and used, the “stage” toilets in Germany,
Switzerland, and Austria. I’ve also peed into the “holes in the ground”
that pass for toilets in many public bathrooms. Drew, I’m interested in
both females and males going to the bathroom. I find that my female
friends are more comfortable in talking about their bathroom habits, not
to mention going in the presence (meaning using adjacent stalls) than
male acquaintances. My boyfriend, Tom, has *zero* interest in this
matter; I’ve talked to him about this, and he told me I have a “fetish”
Maybe he’s right. Later, all. Peace, Steph
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Fluidity
Khris (Chris), please tell us as many of your incidents as you can
remember. Since both sexes use the name, Chris, may I assume you are
female? Welcome to the site!
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MKT
Hi , can someone tell me this :
1) Is it good or bad to pis and/or poop in the ocean
2) Do you have any more stories about peeing/pooping in the ocean , pond
, stream , or in the woods??
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Khris-
It has always helped me, to hear about others accidents, it makes me feel
like I’m not alone! u know? Please post some of your stories! I guess we
are a lot a like!
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Sunday, November 02, 1997
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Coprologist
I was interested in Drew’s post. It’s true that interest in other
people’s shitting habits is basically sexual. I agree too that while I
enjoy reading the women’s description of what goes on the ladies room, I
too get much more turned on by men shitting. I’m sure also that Drew is
right in saying that it is basically a virility symbol. It is macho to
fart loudly and produce huge smelly dumps.
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New Guy
There are times when my split stream runs backward along the head and I
end up wetting my hand even though it is behind the hole and close to my
body. I don’t have a good stream after wanking or sex. It takes a while
for my valves to switch back over. From time to time I take herbal
products for weight loss and I’ve noticed a significant size increase in
my turds. They get really big and I get very crampy beforehand. I have to
go, I’ll bbl.
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Bryan
To answer UWSP:
Most weekends I go for a swim in the ocean and have observed that when
I’m in the water I get the urge to pee. I thought I was the only one to
feel like this. I pee in the ocean, which is not a problem since it gets
diluted.
You asked how often do you need to pee. During the day I go @ every 5
hours without feeling uncomfortable. I’ve always prefered to wear briefs.
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Gary
This is a very interesting site that I just discovered while surfing. The
story that I have is about a friend that pooped in his underwear when a
group of us were snowmobiling last winter. We are all between 13 and 18
and have snowmobiles that we ride whenever we have good snow. Well, this
time we were riding on some good trails thru some fields and wooded areas
and had gone a long way from the house when we stopped for a break. He
was really squirming and said that he had to go bad. Well, if you know
snow suits, there is no easy way to get out of them fast and he also had
on long underwear. So he couldn’t hold it in any longer and before he
could get everything off he had let out a couple of logs into his
underwear and pissed a little but he didn’t have to piss all that bad so
he could hold the rest of it. He decided since it already happened and it
was below freezing that he would just keep riding and deal with it when
he got back home. So he climbed back on the snowmobile and we rode for
awhile more until it started getting dark and we all decided to head back
to another friends barn for awhile. When we got there he got completely
undressed except for his shirt and stuff and looked at his long
underwear. They were messed pretty bad and had poop smashed into the
bottom, so he wadded them up and stuck them behind some 55 gallon drums
and wiped himself with some rags and put his pants and snow suit back on.
He said he needed to get home for dinner and would clean off some more
later. We all took a long piss but no one else had to poop then. He took
some grief over this for awhile afterwards but it could happen you know.
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Philippe
Dear Ketty
Congratulations and thank you for your stories. I take it you are
Italian..Molto bene…I’d love to go to the Fuerteventura beach if I have
a chance one day. Could you please tell me where it is located (I presume
Spain because you said it was on the Atlantic..)
Thank you.
Regards.
Philippee.
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Khris
Hi, my name is Khris (it’s really “Chris,” but I’ve noticed many Chrisses
on here, so I’ll use “Khris” as my code name). My friend Jodi told me all
about this site.
I’m an athletic, tall (5ft 11 in), 19 year old college student. As Jodi
mentioned, I’m Lactose Intolerant. I’ve read most of the postings on
here. Blake, I literally had tears welling in my eyes as I read your
postings; I can’t belive how much we’re alike!!!! I’ve never personally
known anybody else who has my digestive problem, until I met Jodi.
I would love to share many of my stories with you. I’ve gone to the
bathroom in almost every kind of venue, usually not of my choosing.
Please let me know if you’re interested. Khris
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simon
story: last summer we went out for the day and got the bus back home. I
had drunk quite a lot at tea time and the bus was taking simply ages and
was very crowded. I had to sit on my dad’s knee and I started to need the
toilet. Soon I wanted to go real bad and told dad. He said I would have
to wait till we got off the bus. I put my hands over the front of my
shorts and squezed a little to stop the urge. Then it got really bad and
I had to go real fast. Dad said to hold it as we were getting off in a
few stops. I tried, but it was starting to come out. I could’t hold it
any longer and the pee started to make a damp patch on my pants. Then I
really started to go and the pee burst out all over my shorts and into
dad’s lap and made a puddle on the floor of the bus. There was a boy
sitting near by and he saw it all and I was so embarassed. We got off the
bus and had to walk home with everybody looking at us.
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Saturday, November 01, 1997
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redneck
story: Well hello y’all. I got another interesting dump from the past.
When I was in the 6th grade, our family took a trip to Disney World for
Spring Break. One day, we went to a place called “River Country” which
was basically a water park. Pretty cool place to play and hang out. While
I was there, I had to take a good crap and walked into the
bathroom/locker room. Most of the stalls were occupied but I saw one
stall that looked like it was not in use. I walked in and there was a kid
who looked like he was my age was sitting on the john. I said, “Excuse
me” and then he said, “I am taking a good hard shit”. We started to chat
and as soon as the stall next door opened, I took it and we both
continued to talk. I got done before he did but I listened to him crap.
It sounded nasty with a lot of farting. I finally heard a big plop with a
few trialing little plops. We both walked out after he was done and said,
“so long”.
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On another item, when my wife takes a crap, she is very private.
In the bathroom by my office, when the door is closed, I can see through
a crack and she usually sits very leaned over position. A funny item, she
wlked to the bathroom with a magazine and I made a joke, “Going to do a
little sitting ?” and reacts kinda of shy with a fake laugh.
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Coprologist
In my experience split streaams come when I am either partially erect or
have recently been wanking. But they can be very embarrassing, you can
get one of the streams on your clothes.
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pooping girl
Had dinner at a fast food restaurant last night and about an hour after I
got home I grabbed a magazine and was heading to the toilet. I sat down
and started to grunt and passed a loud wet fart. I strained again and a
big load of jobbies started . It came out and was making crackling noises
out of my fanny. The jobbies were small but solid and there was alot of
them. I had alot of gas very loud and smelly, and 2 more waves of poop
making the same noises. Of course I tinkled also. About 30 minutes after
I finished I had my pants and underpants bunched up around my ankles
again with my fanny on the toilet grunting out another load of gas and
jobbies very much like the first load. I had one more trip to thetoilet a
while later for more of the same. I got alot of my magazine read while I
was leaning forward on my toes grunting.
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tom
hello love the stories keep ’em comin
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UWSP
I am a freshman in college. When I was at the pool last night, I felt the
need to pee. I ran into the lockerroom and unloaded about a quart in 7
seconds. Have any of you ever had to pee in the pool? How often do you
need to pee? Guys, do you prefer boxers or briefs? 67% of men wear briefs.
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Ketty
Lots More.
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