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Shadowman
Hey! Long time no see. Been on vacation for a month, so I didn’t get to
check out the board (since there were no computers). Reading back, I see
a lot of stuff that I won’t be able to address right now. Anyway, when I
did get back, there was this great summer classical concert that I went
to with Ms. Lee, and it was amazing. The only thing was, Ms. Lee had some
really bad gas that night, so she was letting off faint whispers, mostly
SBDs. Since she was leaning forward, the people behind us were probably
not having the best of times. Afterward, Ms. Lee was taking me home, but
first we had to stop off at her house to drop something off. In the car,
her stomach rumbled loudly. “Oh, I’ve been having such bad gas today, and
I had to let go quite a few times during the concert,” she said, rubbing
her abdomen with one hand. “I hope no one heard.” I simply looked away
and nodded. “Did you hear?” she asked. “Well, yes, but it wasn’t too
loud,” I said. “Oh no,” she said, giggling. “Wh! at? Are you embarrassed
because I could hear?” I asked. “Don’t be silly,” she said. “You’ve been
there while I was having a motion. But none of the people around me
have.” I shrugged, acknowledging this. But when we arrived at her house,
she put down her bag, and said, “You should probably move over a little.”
I did, raising an eyebrow, and she broke wind with force to kill a mule.
“I’d better go to the bathroom, because the next one probably will have a
surprise inside,” she said, walking towards the bathroom. Halfway there,
she turned and said, “You can come if you want to, but I’ll warn you of
the smell.” “I can take it,” I said, now coming forward (because I didn’t
want to come uninvited). Ms. Lee pulled up her dark blue skirt, which had
been tightly stretched across her ???? rear melons, and pulled down her
pantyhose to her knees and her panties to mid thigh level. Settling in on
the toilet, she moved forward. First, we made some small talk about my
vacation and everyt! hing, but in mid-sentence she broke wind with an
even louder bomb, enough to shock both of us into silence. When she
finally said something, it was “Whoa. That was pretty loud.” I agreed,
and then she farted a little quieter, and unleashed some wet, sloppy
poop. It all just oozed out of her, plopping into the toilet loudly. “Oh
my goodness, I know I should be feeling sorry for you right now, but this
feels so good to let this all out,” Ms. Lee said. Then, getting her
“second wind” (although it was actually something closer to
twenty-second), she started up again, releasing a load into the toilet.
When she was finally done, she unrolled a length of toilet paper and
asked, “You want to do me again?” I took it and said, “It would be my
pleasure.” Reaching under her, I was able to get rid of the mess in seven
good strokes. On the eighth the paper came out clean. She flushed and the
whole mess swirled down the drain. We both washed our hands, side by
side, then left the bathroom.
Hopefully I’ll be able to bring you more of Ms. Lee!
Jack the Shadow
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Punk Rock Girl
Hello everyone.
Well, I’m here at work and I feel much better. I was so embarrassed
yesterday, I was almost in tears by the time I got home, but my boyfriend
came over and made me feel better about it. Even got me laughing. He
reminded me that if it had happened to someone else I probably would have
found it hilarious, and he’s right.
I came in this morning and apologized to my boss and told him what
happened. He was really sweet about it and told me not to worry, it
happens to the best of us. One of my friends saw me bolt for the door and
I told her what happened too. She laughed, but in a good-natured way, and
I laughed with her. I guess the only casualty was my pride, and we could
all use a little pride bashing now and then!
I had a semi-soft dump this morning before I left for work, so maybe my
guts are getting back to normal. I sure as hell hope so! I’m tired of
schizophrenic bowels!!!
Peace!
PRG
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Billy and Kevin
At the summer rec program, usually we have to poop in the morning. The
bathroom has two toilets that are open (no stalls). There are about 30
kids playing soccer and usually 3 or 4 of us have to poop during our
breaks and a few of us just have to pee. So the kids who have to pee, pee
first, then we sit down. We poop in front of each, so it is no big deal.
When we go to each others houses, we go in front of each too and in the
woods we have big poops together. Except this one kid george. george is
kid fat round kid. He is like twice as big as us. When he comes in, he
says we should do that at home. I said, what, walk ten minutes just for a
poop? So what we did is stayed on the toilets until the break was over.
It is not like you can tell whether we are really pooping or not. Either
way, there are turds when we get up, so he can’t say anything. Of course,
we made all of us who have to go get to drop turds. When this happens,
george has to wait until the end of the break to pee! . A couple of
times, george really had to go. Once he peed in the sink and got cuaght
by a teacher. About a week later, he couldn’t wait any longer and peed
his pants.
The rec program is at school and they had some sort of meeting for
parents and little kids starting school. george has a little brother who
is going to start kindergarten. We were pooping. Me and Kev were the only
ones who had to poop. about 5 others were talking to us. George was there
waiting ofr a pee. then his dad and little brother came in. His little
brother said he ahd to poop. I said I am almost done and wiped and got
up. His little brother sat down and went. Then his dad said he had to do
that next. When his little brother wsa done, his dad sat down. george was
doing the pee dance. It was tiem to play soccer again, so I wiped and
left. George was embarressed because his dad pooped in front of everyone.
We said to him went we saw him later, what’s amatter. Can;y your dad poop
at home? The next day, kev was the only one who had to poop. When we got
into the bathroom, george was sitting there. There were about 5 or 6 of
us. We all went ot the other toilet. There wa! s a log floating and a
little pile on the bottoms o fthe toilet. We all peed in the toilet. Then
we made fun of george. We said he was going potty like a little boy. And
that he should do his dukies at home, just like he said to us. He grew
red. Kev waited until the next break to poop. He said he could not make
fun of him if he was pooping too. We made fun of him the next day when we
caught him pooping. The next day, I really had to poop at the break. When
we got there, george was sitting there again. About 4 of us peed. While
we were peeing, we were making fun of george. Then I sat down. I said,
see george we all go poop. It is not a big deal. We would rather go
together so we can talk and stuff than be by ourselves. Plus, when we go
here, we save like 15 minutes that we would use going home. He seems ok
pooping in front of us. And he doesn’t say anything to us. We do
sometimes stay on the toilet when he comes in though. IT is still fun
wathcing him do the pee dance.
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Patricia S
Can anyone give me any stories about hemmorrhoids? My husband has these
and I would love to help him, he won’t let me look at them and I have
never seen what they look like. I would bathe them for him and put his
cream on if he would let me but I think he’s embarrassed. Will they go
away? I heard him on the toilet this morning, he was groaning something
terrible with the pain of passing his motion. He won’t go to the doctors,
do you think he should?
Has anyone ever helped their partner with their piles? what did you do
for them?
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Billty & Kevin
YEsterday, we stayed int he rec program for lunch and for a while after
school. mom had to go and meet someone for lunch. After lunch, my little
brother said I had to make poops. I said, mine are already made let’s go.
Kev said he needed to go too. In the bathroom there are just two toilets.
I sat down on one amd josh sat down on the handicapped toilet (he likes
to sit up high). I really fat lady in a swim suit and her son came in.
There is a swimming pool across the street, and a lot of people use these
bathrooms. The kid said, look mom, they are making poops too. I said, I
don;t really care about you being here seeing me go ca ca and all, but a
lot of boys my age prefer you go in the girls room next door. She said
sammy can’t wait; there are bout 15 people in there. I said, alright, I
will be done in about two minutes. When I finished up, the kid looked
really uncomfortable. I felt sorry for the kid, because I had made a
really messy poop and needed a lot of toilet paper. ! They he sat down
and made a lot of splashes. The mom said, hurry up, I need to go too.
Josh finished. Kev said to the fat lady, do you want to go? She said, no
I’ll wait. So kev sat down. About a minute later, the boy said almost
done. You can still hear his poops coming out. There was a pile of pebble
like poops when he got up. I didn;t flush, so they were all on my toilet
paper. While the boy wsa wiping, he said to his mom, are you haveing an
accident? She yeah, never mind. Then she wispered oh no and really had a
pooping acciding. Here whole pants filled up with poop. She said, I think
we better go home. He said, you mean like when we go home when I have an
accident? She said something like that. Then our other little brother
walks in. He said, hi sammy. Then he said, all done? He said yeah. Then
he sat down. He said to sammy, looks like your mom had another accident.
He sighed, and said yeah. Then the mother looked at me. Then I said, what
did I do? I made sure my poops ! and my brothers went into a toilet.
This morning, just before it was time to home for lunch, josh said asked
me to take him to bathroom. So kev, me and josh went in. Then the fat
lady and sammy came in. Josh sat down on one toilet. I said to the lady,
you want to go first. She smiled and said please. When Josh was done, kev
said you want to go next? I said I am going to wait until after lunch. He
sat down. Then a teacher came in. The teacher is doinng part of the
summer rec program. He said to the fat lady, what are you doing? She said
I am here with my son. The teacher, next time use the girl’s rooms. You
are too old to be here. Plus, too fat. She finished up without wiping,
flushed and left. The teacher said you;re next. I said I am waiting for
kev. TGhen he sat down and started pooping.
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the “HOLD IT” man
Punk Rock Girl:
That type of an accident can happen to anyone. It can be cause by a
stomacn infection, which was my case a few years ago. It was exactly the
same sutuation as you had. I did not have a very strong urge, I felt like
I just had to cut a fart so I let loose and immediately filled my pants.
Luckily, this happened to me late at night when I was out for my walk. I
was not feeling very well, and I thought some fresh air would do me some
good. I just had to major BMs earlier that day so I thought the worst was
over. I put on my cd player headphones and headed out. It was about 1 am
and the night air felt great. I was about a mile and a half away from
home when it happened. I immediately walked back home. I could feel the
shit oozing down my leg all the way down to my shoes. The worst part was
that I didn’t want to track it all over the house so I went in my back
door and striped in the little mud room right off my kitchen, threw all
my cloths in the washer, completely forgetting about my wallet and car
keys and started it. I had a few things in the dryer that I used to wipe
myself off before going back upstairs to the bathroom then threw them in
the washer too.
I tried to push out the last of my shit, and with hardly any effort at
all, it gushed out just like a oversized bottle of “Hershey squirt.”
The next morning I was putting my wet cloths in the dryer and feeling a
hell of alot worse then the night before when I noticed my wallet, all
it’s contents, money and all my keys scattered all over the inside of the
washer. I was running a huge fever and feeling sick to my stomach so you
will have to take that in to account when I tell you the joke I made to
myself. I pulled a 50 dollar bill out of the washer. Then I started
removing all the other bills, coins, keys and credit cards and joked to
myself “I could be arrested for laundering money.” (remember I was sick
when I said that.
As it turned out, I was suffering from Salminilla, which is a form of
food poisening that I most likely picked up from the cafeteria where I
work.
Anyway so this story doesn’t boar the shit out of you ane everyone else
(pardon the pun) I will end it here.
Have a good one.
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jilly
hi the other night I needed a wee so iwent to the loo and
pulled up my little denim mini skirt and pulled my knickers down
white ones and did a wee and wondered if I should poo as well
I remebered how much I enjoyed that poo I did outside so I took of my
knickers and went outside the backyard and into the field it was quite
dark by now so I don,t think any one will see I looked around for a place
to do it then I thought why not do it standing up and do it just where I
was standing Ileaned forward a little and put both hands on the gate and
watched for any cars coming down the road and thought well they wouldnt
see anything anyway so I grunted nnnnnnnnnnnghh ah nnnnnnnnnnngh
ooooooohh ah and felt my poo coming out nice and slow
Iwas holding it just enjoying the feeling of it being half out when I
grunted again nnnnnngh ooh then it fell to the ground with a thud
I looked down and saw it looked quite big but couldnt see it very well
till a car came by Ijust got a glance of it and it was about a foot long
and quite knobbly feeling quite relieved Iwent inside and took of my
skirt and noticed a little poo stain on the hem not much but put them in
the wash how do I avoid messing my skirt up like that again as I quite
enjoyed doing that outside again sometime?
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John Q Public
Adrian:
It’s funny you should mention bleach. I was reminded of my visit to a
wave pool about 7 years ago. The water was very heavily clorinated, and
the fewms were literaly burning the eyes out of my head. I had to get out
and spray myself down with a garden hose because my skin was also getting
very irritated.
Later I found out the reason for that. It seems that many people view
peeing in a public swimming pool as no different then farting in the air
so they just let loose. Now clorine, is almost identicle to bleach
chemicaly. Urine, is very similar to amonia, and as it breks down it
becomes amonia. Now if you ever mixed bleach with amonia, what happens is
you creat a sort of “mustard gas” which burns the lungs, irritates the
skin and the eyes. People were peeing in this heavily clorinated water
and it was making people sick because of the chemical reaction between
the amonia in the urine and the clorine. Ultimately they shut the place
down. Personaly all they needed to do was go easy on the clorine and go
with a better filtration system instead.
Now for a hum-dinger of a story. I had to work late last night. It looked
like it was going to rain so I drove my car instead of the bike. My car
is a 200 Chevy Taho with cloth seats, fully loaded. Anyway I had to pee
when I left work, but I didn’t have very far to drive so I thought I
could last until I got home. Big misteak, and I know better. I have done
it before, but I usualy was bursting by the time I got to my front door
and just barely made it to the bathroom. Anyway I was in a hurry to get
home so I ‘pushed the envelope’ and my small bladder decided to do
something that it haden’t done in a long time. As my luck would have it,
there was a traffic jam due to a defective rail road crossing, and I was
getting very desperate. I couldn’t just get out of the car and let loose
because there were all kinds of people around, and there were no trees,
bushes or corn fields, so I realy puckered up and tried to hold it.
Mercifuly, they finaly did get the traffic ! moving, but it did me no
good. My bladder just could hold out no longer, and my cloth seat now
smells like a used diaper.
There is also a highly visable spot on the apolstery which I figure I can
tell people is coffee or something. I rubbed in some baking soda to get
rid of the smell, but that does nothing to get rid of the stain.
All I could think was Damn, I KNEW BETTER then to try that!!
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Harold
My wife got staggering drunk at a local tavern one evening. When we got
into the parking lot next to our car to leave she told me she had to pee
and that she was going to pee right there. No one was near so she took
off her panties and just squatted next to the car a went. I held her hand
and shoulder to keep her from falling over. She let out a big sigh of
relief once she started peeing. Then I heard her let out a big loud fart.
She then sort of grunted and moaned. I looked down as she was taking a
dump right there. I couldn’t believe it. I honestly don’t think she meant
to do it. It just happened. She didn’t have a lot of control at the time
I don’t think. She just grunted some and pushed until she was through.
She really had to go because she made a big pile. If I hadn’t been
steadying her she would have sat down in it I’m sure. When she was
through she just stood up not wiping herself and gave me one of those
drunk half-eyed looks and said “Let’s go.” When I got her home! I carried
her in the house. She was passed out. I cleaned her up a little. She
wasn’t really all that messy
thank goodness. I spept on the couch that night.
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Traveling Guy
Hi, all! It’s been so long since my last post, some of you here don’t
know me at all. I dumped in the dark last night and it was such a good
experience that I want to share it in case you might like to try it, too.
I had to poop all day long yesterday but there wasn’t a good moment for
it until I got home last night. The rest of the family is away on a trip,
so I decided to try something unusual. I went to the small half-bath in
our basement, where it was already dark, and tucked a rug at the bottom
of the door to block out any remaining light. It’s also very quiet there.
I left the light out, settled in on the potty, relaxed completely and
just savored the total lack of sensory input, save for that unique
sensation that came very soon of taking a good crap. Luckily, the poop
descended without needing any coaxing and slowly found its way out, turd
by turd. It was a quiet dump, but the aroma in that tiny room was pretty
strong but not unpleasant. I just sat there fo! r a few minutes
afterwards enjoying the solitude, then I switched on the light before
wiping. (I’m one of those people who has to look at the TP after each
wipe to see if I’m really getting myself clean.) When I got up, I saw
that I had produced seven logs, each about 4″ long, although when I
pooped I couldn’t tell whether I had done one or several. Has anyone else
ever deliberately dumped in total darkness indoors?
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Darius
{_DOUGHBOY_}: Sorry to hear of your accident when you fell from that
tree. Glad you didn’t kill yourself and that you’re recovering OK. I
guess your shoulder must still be painful and probably does hurt when you
have to clean up after shitting your pants. I loved hearing how you
loaded your pants when on your computer and then sat in it. I have done
the same often. What sort of underwear do you wear. Boxers of briefs.
What colours do you have. Were you wearing jeans or other pants over them
when you pooped them on computer? Do you put a plastic sheet on your
computer chair first? I always do, to stop the chair smelling of shit for
days after. Look forward to more of your stories.
Gotta go for now.
Darius.
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historian
To movie fans:
Rented a silly movie called Repli-Kate about two nerds who clone a
beautiful girl and teach her to think and behave like a guy. Early in the
process, she still doesn’t know about going to the toilet and ends up
peeing on the floor. The scene is rather disappointing really, as she is
only shown sitting on a bar stool and looking down at the floor after she
lets go. If you listen really hard, you can hear faint pee sounds, but
considering that the movie was produced by one of the “American Pie”
guys, it certainly could have been a lot better.
Till next time,
historian
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SAS Soldier
Hi everyone. I have been checking out this website for sometime now and
decided to post my experience.
I am an ex SAS soldier about 35 years old. After I lef the service some 5
years ago I decided to pass on my skills and expertees to the younger
soldiers. VEry soon I got a job training young officers, most of them
still under 23 years of age. My first cadre of cadets included a cery hot
looking 21 year old girl with blond hair and green eyes. I came to know
her rpofessionaly as a promising but very timid Officer. I later found
out from another source that her main fear was using tiolets outdoors.
ANyway without wasting more time, we were on an exercise teaching them
fieldcraft and survival in nature. This was a 2 week exercise held in the
summer. On briefing them prior to the exercise I included details on
tenetage etc. Come question time she asked me where the ablutions were. I
said there were none and in the field the worlds you bog provided you
take all the necessary precautions. I swore her eyes popped out as her
fear kicked in. SHe was designated section commander ! therefore she knew
the mission objectives etc.
Unknown to them I was to play a sniper trying to snipe at them (esp the
pretty one because killing her would cause hell to break loose) through
out the exercise. Day one went without any problems. come day two, the
morning was bright (british summers have early sunrise) and visibility
was good. i was 10 metres away from the main encampment dressed in a
ghillie suit hiding near a bush for the past day. Nobody had noticed me.
It was about 0600 hours in the morning when i saw someone come towards
me. I recognised that person to be none other than the Pretty ONe. She
walked rather funnily holding her rifle in hand towards the bush. I
slowly brough my silenced weapon to bear onto her waiting to shoot her
(mock rounds off course) if at all i felt compromised. ANyway it turned
out she wanted to crap. she rested her rifle some 3metres away from me.
she dropped her DPM trousers and pulled down her knickers which were
white cottons with some kind of floral design on it. she squatt! ed so
that her sides were away from me and let loose a torrent of piss. I could
not see her pussy where i was. i sliently cussed my luck. then as if by
miracle she got up. i thought this is it she has finished. I thought its
time to take my first kill of the exercise. her rifle was 3 feet away
from her and out of reach (if theres one thing you don’t do, it is to let
your personal weapon away from you. you should always keep it within easy
reach). I was about to take a shot when she spun round turning her back
towards me and squatted again. she grunted once and i realised she was
taking a dump. Her arse hole blew kisses inbetween pieces of crap. I was
so aroused that i almost turned tripod compromising myself. SHe grunted
and pushed out two more pieces ans spurted piss all over the place. I now
made up my mind that come what may i would take her my prisoner (LOL) I
silently got up, traversed the little distance between us and stood
behind her and said “You know if this was wa! r you would have been
dead.” SHe was so startled that i swore she could have jumped out of her
skin (if at all that was really possible). However she did jump a bit
still squatting and shouted “F***” in surprise. this caused her to shoot
out two more explosive peices of shit while farting and pissing at the
same time in surprise. she then fell back into her shit (kind of like
ended up sitting in it). Boy what a mess. SHe said “Excuse me sir, i dd
not know you were there. could you give me some privacy to clean up and
finisj wjat i am doing” I just left leaving the poor girl on her own. But
i could not resist peeking at her throiugh the bushes. SHe wiped herself
clean and unwrapped something from a foil and inserted it into her anus
with her finger as high as she could go. SHe then got up pulled back her
pants and trousers and walked towards the tree behind which by now i was
obviously contemplating a wank. SHe approached me and smiled and said “I
am sorry sir, this shouldn’t! have happened if that suppositiory had
worked and bunged me up.” I smiled in return and took her to the Command
Centre as casualty of war.
THis is my one of many experiences. Let me know if you like it. I hope it
isn’t too long winded.
REgards
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MARK B
A few years ago I was at the Royal Festival hall in london. I needed to
poo badly so I went to one of the men’s toilets, which had two cubicles.
One was occupied so I went into the other one. The partition did not
reach the floor and the lights cast a shadow on the floor which showed
that the bloke in the other cubicle was quite excited, probably through
listening to the person in the neighbouring stall.
The thought of this made me feel excited too and so instead of sitting on
the toilet after I took my pants down I stayed standing and leaned back a
bit over the bowl and let go, slowly doing three huge crackly logs which
made monster splashes. I pressed my willie back so it pointed into the
toilet bowl as I peed.
I then wiped and left, without ever seeing what the other guy looked
like. But perhaps he reads this site!
I’ve just been to France, and enjoyed using one of thse crouching toilets
in a station. While I was pooing I thought that crouching to do it seems
natural. I wondered whether our hominid ancestors always crouched to poo,
or whether they sometimes did it standing up when they felt they needed
to go.
Regards to all,
Mark
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Philippe
TO PUNK ROCK GIRL
Looks like you’re subject to a lot of diarrhea lately. I was wondering
whether you might be lactose intolerant.
As to telling your boyfriend about it, I would not. If you were my GF,
stories about you shitting yourself all over would be a turn-off…but
seeing you sitting on the toilet with explosive diahhrea would be a
turn-on!
Philippe.
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PV
ANNIE — Hi! Not much happening here, it’s cold, cold, cold! Well, I just
took a lovely wee in the bathroom sink for the fun of it, I couldn’t be
bothered going through to the loo, too busy at the keyboard…
Hey, can ayone make out the masthead photo? Lovely black girl standing by
what looks like an inclined wall, thus possibly an old-style urinal. But
what’s she holding in her left hand? looks a bit like giant tobacco
leaves, I’m sure I’m missing the point here!
Here’s something interesting from the Australian TV Week:
On the ABC: 8.00pm — “Reality Bites: ‘A Loo With A View.’ Intended as a
tourist attraction, Dunedoo’s “Big Dunny” is planned to house five-star
toilets, a gift shop, a tourist information centre, a viewing platform
and, hopefully, a radio station. (PG)”
“A loo with a view, and you…” Appologies to Noel Coward, but I wonder
what the view would be, and if the gift shop would sell toilet
merchandise? You know, bum-per stickers that say “I crapped in the Big
Dunny,” or t-shirts that say “I Shat in Dunedoo” and so forth> The
official Dunedoo turd-logo baseball cap? Snicker!
And that lot is rated for Parental Guidence — Aus seems to have a fairly
laid-back attitude to this stuff. there was aother add here last week for
a firm making chemical toilets. In the add, made to look like old film,
an ancient corrugated iro prvy (outhouse) is standing under the baking
sun, and a middle aged couple, dressed around 1950, are proudly showing
off their fancy new chemical bog (chemi-kasi in Brit-speak!)
Yup, that’s Aus.
I had an unusual couple of poos the last few days. I get a really strong
urge in the mornings, and when I sit and relax the whole thing just flows
out of me. Thinnish, kinda toffee colored, and very long. It slithers out
of my bum like a warm snake. I don’t know how long they’ve been, over a
foot for sure. Yesterday, when I looked down between my legs, the main
poo was just settling in the bowl. It had curled around in an S-pattern,
and was lying down under gravity — and the motion was oddly like a
living snake. One other turd actually seemed to have a blob at one end
that looked a bit like a head…
Cheers,
PV
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Adrian
Punk Rock Girl. Sorry to hear about your accident at work. It sounds to
me as though you either had a ???? bug or had eaten something which
disagreed with you. Hope you’re feeling better. There’s nothing to feel
embarrassed or ashamed about though. Accidents happen to almost everyone
occasionally. Normally we can tell by the feel of things down below
whether we just need to do a fart or something more substantial but it’s
not always possible to be sure and we can, on occasion, be taken unawares.
Annie (Robby’s cousin). Glad to hear that Robby is getting better. I
enjoyed your story about the emergency poo you had on the open road. It’s
awkward being taken short when you’re miles from the nearest toilet but
when you’ve gotta go you’ve gotta go! Nature waits for no man – or woman.
Personally though I would advise against eating burgers from fasst food
places whilst out travelling, however reputable the retailer. There have
been lots of instances of eating burgers (and chips) noted here which
have ended up in people needing to poo unexpectedly whilst travelling. I
don’t know whether it’s to do with the ingredients or not, but I’d advise
making up your own sandwiches before a long journey and taking them with
you.
Best wishes to everyone!
Adrian
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your name (David)
Hi,
This happened to me yesterday. I had been at work all morning and had
drunk lots of coffee. I hadn’t gone toilet because I like the feeling of
a full bladder. In the afternoon we had a meeting in the director’s
office and of course there was coffee and water on offer. I already had
that lovely tingly feeling and had fidgeted a little as everyone else
assembled. The director is the kind of bloke who doesn’t like you to have
to leave a meeting once it has started. I often were Huggies for such
occasions cos I like to wee myself during his meetings – I love that warm
feeling and that as a 42-year-old man I’m doing something I really
shouldn’t. But this meeting was not scheduled. I wasn’t worried cos,
apart from a couple of occasions, I have not wet myself in public. I was
taking notes and listening while my desire for a wee grew ever more
urgent. I started leaning over towards the desk and fidgeting and
occasionally sneaked a quick squeeze under cover of the desk. After 45
minutes I was dying for a wee and thought everyone must know I wanted to
go cos I had started moving around quite a lot in my chair and had
crossed and recrossed my legs and let out a few OOOOOOOOs as quietly as I
could. I had my hand clamped between my legs and was bent over the desk,
desperate not to do it in my pants, in front of five other people, one of
whom was the top boss. I thought of passing a note to the boss to tell
him I wanted to leave the room but that would mean having to let go of
myself and by now my teeth felt like they were floating. The first warm
squirt hit by briefs and I tried to stop it. It was too late. I crossed
my legs and tried to point my penis to ensure my wee didn’t hit the floor
but went on the chair. I could feel it streaming out of me, warm and
thick. It felt soo good. I must have weed for two minutes and I was
steaming. My pants were soaked, of course, and there was more than a
little sign of the front of my trousers, not to mention the chair. Five
minutes later the meeting ended and I made sure I was the last to leave
the room. I stood up and examined my trousers, saoked front, back and to
the knees and visible as I was wearing brown khaki-style trousers. I
pulled on my blue blazer but it scarcely covered my crotch and walking
with my legs together was not easy. My office was two floors down and
through a crowded room but I had left my car keys in the office. I got
out my mobile and phoned my colleague Sue, who knows I have accidents,
and told her I needed my car keys. “I wet myself in the director’s
meeting and I need to get home without anyone at work seeing how badly
I’ve been in my briefs,” I told her. Thankfully, she got my keys and I
made it out of the building and to the car where I pulled down my wet
pants and trousers and drove to Sue’s home where I cleaned up. She
thought it was hilarious to see me waddling down her drive and into her
house. I made a mental note to keep a spare pair of huggies to wear to
unscheduled meetings in the office.
Hi there, I haven’t posted in a while mainly cause I do not want to get
reminded so much of the things between me and NikiI posted here about
last year, as it still hurts. We are still seeing each other and things
just aren’t clear, but I do not want to go into details, as this is not
the right place. But I have a good story to post, which happened to me
yesterday:
I had been quite constipated over the past days. I was just about able to
pass a few hard balls now and then but nothing satisfying, but I felt a
load growing in my rectum. We had a buisness lunch and the portions were
huge. As the food was quite salty, I drank a lot as well plus two coffees
afterwards. In the afternoon I had meeting at a building site and was
running a bit late. The traffic was bad and I drove for nearly two hours,
ringing them on the mobile to appoligize for it. While standing in long
lines of traffic, I realized I needed to crap. I loosened my belt a bit
and lifted my bum a few times and let out quite a few farts. After a
while I did not know what I needed more: a pee or a poop? Preferably
both! There was no chance to stop anywhere, so I just about managed to
hold it in. I arrived on the building site and made a beeline for the
port a potty. It was locked! It was after five and the workes had left,
gridlocking the john! You can imagine my quiet sweari! ng. It also
started to rain so I went into the half finished building, where I met
the home owners. They greeted me a bit impationed and we went right
towards buisness ( not the one I needed though….) I suffered during the
whole time. Luckily they left early, as due to my coming late, they were
late for another appointment. I appologised again and went to my car to
make some notes at the laptop. They drove off. As soon as I was alone, my
whole lower body reminded me of the urgent need. I sat in my car barely
able to move, pressing my crouch with one hand and holding my belly with
the other. There was no way I could get through the traffic again to find
a toilet. If it would have just been a full bladdler, I would have found
a spot quickly but a shit was a different story. Still it had to be done.
Outside was no good idea. First of all it was raining, and secondly this
was a crowded area, with many new houses, where some were already
finished and lived in. I could not squat! somewhere without giving the
neighbours a show! I went inside the building and looked for some
solution. In the big room there was a big pile of sand next to the cement
mixer. Ok, this had to do. I was desperate. Luckily it was in a corner,
where the neighbours couldn’t see in. I stood in front of the sand,
lowered my pants and got my penis out. I started to piss; it was the
sweetest relieve! I thought for a moment, that after pissing, I might
maybe be able to hold the poop a bit longer, but of course it did not
work. As soon as my stream got weaker, I felt a huge urge to dump. So I
pulled my pants to my knees and squatted as far as I could pointing my
bum towards the sand. It did not take long and I felt my hole stretch
really wide and with a big crackle a turd started to move. I thought,
that if somebody came in now, I would be finished: I guess the owners
would not be too amused that the architect was in the middle of shitting
a big pile into their future living room! Th! is was one thought in my
head- the other was: I can’t care less. I need to crap! Now and here and
it’s too late anyway. Inspite of my bad conscience, it felt wonderful as
one fat turd after the other slowly slid out of my bum and landed on the
pile of sand. I don’t exaggerate: I did made six turds all together: All
of them were about two inch thick; the first was about ten inch long, the
second about seven inch and the last four about five inch. I really had
to go. It felt sooo good to shit it out and I was just sad Niki was not
with me to see it. I peed a bit more and stood up to whipe and admire my
steaming pile. I was still afraid somebody could see me, but felt so
great to have relieved myself. I covered the pile with sand for the time
being and looked around for another solution. Luckily on a builing site
there is lots of eqipment. I found a shovel, hidden under the stairs and
some foil in the container. So I managed to pack my pile into the foil
and dumped it into the ! container. I am lucky no neighbour saw me, as
they would probably have called the police, assuming I was getting rid of
a dead body or so, lol. There was still the wet marks of my pee in the
sand, but I left those to dry. Wow, it was a good poop! Best wishes to
all and very special hellos to ANNIE AND ROBBIE and MEGHAN AND SARAH, who
thought about me so many times. I am glad you are well and having fun!
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Todd & Diana
Hey Everyone,
Diana is now home with the babies and we are doing just fine. Our last
post didn’t get in so. Amber is 6 pounds and 10 ounces and Amanda is 6
pounds, 15 ounces. Well we have a new story for you. Yesterday we were on
the golf course-Diana’s mom was watching the babies for a few hours,
anyway, we had played 6 holes and Diana said go over to the porta potties
because I need to take a huge one. So we went over there and Diana said
to me “Are you coming in”? “You bet honey”. Just before we went in there
was a beautiful blonde going in the one next to us and she looked at us
kind of oddly. Well Diana pulls her capri pants and pulls her panties
down to her ankles and sits on the potra toilet. She started to read her
magazine that she brought in there. Then she started farting a lot. Then
there was a pause. The blonde in the next one over started farting almost
non-stop and then she grunted like there was no tomorrow. Diana and I
were totally silent. She pushed and pushed follow ed by a huge fart and a
sigh then she let loose a huge dump and we heard it fall in to the bottom
of the toilet. She started to push again let out 4 massive farts and then
she dropped another huge dump bigger that the first we think and the she
sighed in relief. She peed a good stream, wiped, and left. Diana started
farting and peeing. then she let a huge dump fall to the bottom. She
wiped and we left.
Lots of Lovexxxx,
Todd and Diana
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Bryian
To Punk Rock Girl: Liked your story..also liked your accident story, it
reminds me of when i had mine 7 months ago. Did you go back to work the
next day? Tell your boyfriend what happened. I told my friends what
happened that time.
To the “HOLD IT” man: What station was that on? Wonder what she was doing
in the bathroom?
To RP: Liked your story
To Eric in Chicago: Liked your story, what is Pepsi blue? Never heard of
it? Is it new?
To Cousin: That title does sound familar…I think your right the movie i
saw on tv was flirting. Thanks for telling me!
To {_DOUGHBOY_}: Sorry to hear about your accident. Did it effect your
bowels or any thing?
To AJ :o): Liked your story
To Sportspoop: No i haven’t
To Darius: Thanks for liking my story, i haven’t done that since that
day..felt good though. I enjoyed your story too about peeing. Cool!
To Plunging Plop Guy: I see you mentioned the thing about that recipe
that was posted, whats the deal with that? Why was it posted, do you know?
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Sarah (and Tim)
ANNIE (AND ROBBIE): How lovely to hear from you and thank you so much for
your concern. Tim is slowly recovering from his kidney infection and can
wee without pain again, which is a relieve in every sense of the word. I
have had a bladder infection before and it was awful enough, but the
doctor told me for a man it can be even worse, as the urethra can be up
to ten times longer. I know Tim was scared of every wee. So it’s good he
can relieve himself without hassle again. He is still very tired though
and sleeping a lot and being rather quiet and low the rest of the time.
It’s difficult. He hardly eats, but I manage to force lots of tea and
some soup into him, which makes him pee a lot, which is good for the
kidneys. Yesterday night he finally pooped after some days. I tried to
cheer him on a bit, but instead of his big grin, there was only a weak
smile. He apologises all the time for being in a weak mood, but it seems
to be very hard to cheer up. I was hoping to get a bit o f support,
somethimg to cheer him up a bit with through my last post. Tim went so
bravely through all the therapy, but at the moment it seems to be too
much. We are worried also because of all the floodings, not to far from
home. Anyway I stop moaning. Thank you for your words.They helped. I was
sorry for you,when you had to squat by the road, but I guess you don’t
care too much. We are glad you are all fine and everything went well with
the surgery. Josie and Patrick really seem to be a good match. Josie
cares a lot for him and he really is a litlle gentleman. The other day I
was in town with his mom and all the kids. We all needed a toilet and
went for one of the big pay toilets, which are a single cubicle with sink
and all, which was by the car park. As we had only one correct coin
between all of us, so we all went together. Little Patrick had to poop,
but insisted on everybody using the toilet first, so he could take his
time and not be impolite. He is a sweetie. When h e finally dropped his
pile, him and Josie had a lively conversation about good toilets with
Loewie throwing some comments in….It was funny and cute. We have heard
about the Love parade as well and seen it on television, but we are too
old for it, dears! It’s mostly for under thirties, kids who are into
raving. Not our scene, lol. We saw a programme on television though and
laughed, as it was about the police searching for drug dealers, but in
the backgrround there were lots of young men passing zipping up their
pants…According to Ina weeing in the bushes is an every day sight in
Berlin though, you don’t have to wait for the love parade…Lots of
lovexxx and thanks again, Sarah (and Tim and the dwarfs)
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Thursday, August 15, 2002
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DAMSEL
If I can say something about Steve’s posting, Adrian, I have seen the
Domestos advert. The new one is a different advert to that you remember.
The old advert showed the bleach jet flying wide of the toilet bowl and
all over the rim – like the mess I made in my boyfriend’s bathroom when I
first had a go directing his jet of wee. Smile. The man in the new advert
is Alex from this year’s Big Brother series and he is pouring the bleach
(not pee) onto a shower floor. Steve’s right, it is a funny commercial.
It sounded very uncomfortable, Annie, and very embarrassing, to have had
the runs at the side of the road like that with drivers having view of
you. I know I’d be blushing bright red.
I am going away for two weeks in the sun with my boyfriend, Ephermal, and
I will see if I can have any pees in any good places on the beaches.
Having a nice wee-wee in the sea is something I look forward to doing.
Thank you for welcoming my mum.
PV, thanks for sending our mum a special welcome note. You can count on
me telling her about it. She is a fantastic lady, our mum. Louise is
right. Mum has always been brilliant for giving us advice about going to
the toilet and the joys of boys. I was having a chat with a close
girlfriend the other day about men etc etc, who had cystitis when she was
19, and her mum never told her about weeing before and after intercourse.
My mum says it is even more important when you first start because
infection can be easily introduced. Before and after I have intercourse
with my boyfriend I always have a wee and I think it has helped keep me
free of problems. Mum has told me lots of other useful things too about
being with a man. You know.
You’ll hear about any wees I have on the beach when I am on holiday.
Special hellos to Tim and Sarah, Sari and Meghan.
DAMSEL
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