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Sarah
Today I was in the car with my mother, and we were going to visit
relatives, which was like a 6 hour drive, so anyway, we stopped to get
dinner and then afterwards I went into the bathroom so we could go the
rest of the way without stopping. (It was about 2 and a half more hours
to go. I had to poop a little, which I thought I would take care of then
too. Well, when I got into the bathroom, it was really dirty. I knew i
couldn’t put off peeing so I did that as quickly as possible but I was
pretty sure that I could go for the 2 more hours without pooping, since I
didn’t have to go that bad. So I finished up without pooping. We got back
in the car and by then it was dark outside. Anyway, we drove on for like
an hour and I was starting to think it maybe hadn’t been that good of an
idea to wait, as I was letting out farts and I could feel the need to go
getting stronger. So I told my mom and she said that there was a rest
area 20 minutes ahead, that sounded fine to me. ! But then disaster
struck. Traffic. The traffic on the highway stopped moving and we sat
there for a long time, not moving an inch. I felt the need to go getting
stronger and stronger. My mom said to hold it if I could, but if it
started to hurt from holding it in that I should just go ahead and have
an accident, and I could change when we got to the rest area. Well, I
managed to hold on for another 45 minutes, (and the traffic still hadn’t
moved), when it started to hurt and I had to bend over forward to keep it
in. My mom asked me if it hurt, and I said yes. So she told me I probably
just should have the accident, since it didn’t look like I would make it
as traffic still wasn’t going. I didn’t really want to have an accident
but my mom did tell me it was okay and it was starting to hurt bad, so I
finally just gave up. A big fat piece came out really slow and I could
feel it filling up my panties, they were already pretty full by then.
Then some mushy stuff came ! out, and finally a couple wet farts. At
least since I had peed at the restaraunt I didn’t really have to pee, so
I managed to avoid wetting myself (although I completely soiled myself.)
Well, traffic was inching forward for a while and finally, THREE HOURS
LATER we started moving again. It was 10 more minutes to the rest stop,
and I was glad because by then I had to pee again and I was bursting to
hold it in, I guess it didn’t really matter considering how dirty my
panties already were, but finally we got to the rest stop. My mom got a
change of pants out of the suitcase for me and she asked me if I wanted
to wear a pull-up for the rest of the trip, just in case, and I said yes.
(I have pull-ups because I wet the bed sometimes, so I had a few in the
suitcase.) So i said yes and she gave me one to change into, and I went
into the rest area to pee and get cleaned up, then I got changed into the
pull-up and new pants. Then we were on our way. I didn’t end up needing
the pull-up, but I was glad I had it. I think I might ask if I can wear a
pull-up for the trip back.

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well I was on a car ride home with a friend. We had this long and boring
conversation about peeing! Then my friend said she had to pee really
badly! I said I had to also. I was lieing I didn’t have to! I dared her
to go to the bathroom in my mom’s car. SHe said no! Fine I said.
Remembering this movement that u can do to help the person hold it. So I
put my hand near her crouch and she hit me while opening her legs and
soaking my mother’s car chair! haha!

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Linda r.
Hi,have you ever been told to mess your pants as a child?

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Dreamer
TO: All chicks out there

When peeing, what do you prefer? Squatting or sitting in the toilet? Just
dropping by.

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Tommy
What’s the dirtiest restroom you’ve ever pooped in? Most public restrooms
are bad, but not like the mens rooms in bars. I went to this one place
called Marty’s. It’s a country-like bar. Me and three friends went there
for a boys night out and some good drinking. I was enjoying myself and I
started drinking some Jack Daniels. When I had a couple of glasses left,
I had a nasty feeling of diarrhea in my butt. I finished my last two
shots and told my friends to excuse me cause I was headed off for the
boys room. They said okay, so I took off running towards the bathroom.
They must have known I had diarrhea cause I was crouching the whole time
and they saw me running. Once I got there, there was a long line. I
wasn’t that worried because most people in there were peeing. I was
wearing these tight jeans that make your butt look big, so it was easier
to hold it in. Once I got into the bathroom, I still had to wait in line
but I got a glimpse of the worst restroom. The crowd was big! ger than
ever. There were three urinals and three stalls. All three stalls were
taken and people were waiting for them. Men were crowded around fixing
themselves in the mirrors across from the stalls. The sickest thing I saw
was men across the urinals were pooping in the sinks. They pulled their
pants and undies down, jumped onto the sinks, and started pooping. I
could hear over all the talking diarrhea splatting onto the sink. It was
gross. Ten minutes later, a stall finally opened. I ran in there. Toilet
paper and cigarette butts were all over the floor. All over the walls
were phone numbers and messages that were pretty humorous. That’s always
a symbol of a dirty restroom. I finally pulled my jeans and panties down,
and sat and let out a big chunk of diarrhea squirt into the bowl. This
went on for 15 minutes. I wiped, flushed, and got out as fast as I could.
My friends all stared at me for being gone long. One of them said he had
to go pee, but I told him we should leave ! and stop somewhere on the way
home. We had a sleepover that night when I told them all about that
bathroom. We’ll never go there again. I would like to hear a dirty
restroom post from all of you.

Thanks,
Tommy

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Bryian
I posted the other day about having surgery…i had it yesterday and i
wanted to let you all know that im doing good but in a lot of pain…Been
laying down for almost 24 hrs wanted to get up a bit and get
online..tired of laying. Since i had hernia surgery im taking oxycodine
for pain…since that is an addictive drug and it makes you constipated
im taking this stool sofner too and i have milk of magesia if i need it
for constpation…i’ll try to keep you all informed. Think i have to tell
my parents when i poop so they know…Any way yesterday i got up around
7am cause i had to be at the hospital at 8:45 and i peed before i went
in….i got shaved in that area, that was embarssing. Then i remember
going to the OR and then i was out of it and next thing i knew i was in
the recovery room…before surgery i kinda had to pee but not bad…then
when i woke up i really had to pee…Later on the moved me to near the
bathrooms were and i said i had to go to the bathroom..the nurse! helped
me up and i pulled this string when i was done…I peed again before i
went home…then i peed like 6 times when i got home…I think it was
from the liquids they put in my iv cause it was clear too. Well i think
im gonna go bye

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Billy & Kevin
After school, we went to our cabin. Robbie and his sister came with us
for the weekend. THey were riding in the car with us. We stopped at
Target for some stuff. While we were there, we got some big sodas. The
target is only about 30 minutes from our cabin. THe was a big wreck in
the road, so it took about 1 1/2 hours. After about an hour, I really
needed to pee. I was holding my weiner. I had to poop, too, but I could
wait until we got to the cabin. I said to Robbie I have to pee. We have
one of those bottle things for peeing, just for htis sort of problem. I
got the bottle and he said I dare you to use that (he was pointign to a
bed pan we keep there for poop emergencies or when a girl has to pee). I
said ok. mom and dad don;t care if we use these (we have to empty them
out in the woods ourselves). They won;t let us use the bed pan unless we
have to poop. So I sat on the bed pan. I peed a lot. While I was peeing,
I pooped out a long log, about 12 in and a little 4″ in log.! Robbie’s
sister (she is 5) had to pee too. She was holding herself. She was
sitting next to me (I was in the middle). WHen I was finished, she said
that she had to pee too. I said ok. I pulled my underwear back on and
slid it to her. She looked in it and yuck. I can’t use that. I said that
you poop too. I said its either this or pee in the woods. She said give
me that bottle. So I gave it to her. Robbie said, well give me hte bed
pan. She put the bottle next to her pee hole and peed in it. Robbie sat
on the bedpan. He started to pee. Then he said to me, how come you didn’t
wipe yourself? I said I will wipe when I get home. He siad, do you have
any TP? I said, yeah. Your sister wil need it. He siad, that he will need
it too. The he farted and i heard a turd drop. He sister was done and
wiped her front. She handed the TP to Robbie who put it in the bepan
under his weiner. Then he said, he was done. I said you want some TP? He
said he would wait too. My litte brother Josh said he needed to pee.
RObbie’s sister moved up the next seat and Josh sat next to me. He peed
in the bottle. Then kev and jeremy both said they needed to poop. Robbie
was still on the seat. Robbire got up. There was another foot long turd.
I looked at it and said, looks like you had corn for dinner last night.
Kev sat next to me and peed and pooped. Then jeremy. Kev dropped 12″ turd
that curled up and jeremey dropped a pretty big pile of poop too. They
went back to their seats. We have a bucket back there to empty the bed
pan so nothing spills, so I emptied it. Robbie’s sister then sat down.
ABout 10 minutes from the house she said she had to poop. I said wait ten
mnutes and we will be there. SHe said she can’t wait. So she got up, I
put the bed pan under her. Then she peed and put out a big turd full of
corn too. I said, you liek corn too? She said, yeah, how did you know? I
said it came out in your poop. She wiped her front and butt. I said you
better wipe your butt when we get home. SHe siad, ok. WHen we got home, I
emptied the bedpan and bucket. There is a sink in the garage at the
cabin. I put the things htere and rinsed them out. Mom cleaned htem
later. THen I went to wipe my butt. Kev brought my stuff in the cain. I
went up to the bathroom and was the first in there. I had to poop again.
I sat down and dropped 2 logs about 6″. Robbie’s sister came while I was
pooping. She said, didn’t you jsut do that? I said,s ometimes when I poop
in the car or woods I have to poop agian a little later. I think when I
poop in the car or woods, not everythign comes out. SHe said ok. I peed,
then wiped. I only had to wipe once. Robbie and my brothers came in. She
sat down, wiped her butt and peed and wiped her front. She only had to
wipe her butt ocne and it was clean. Then kev sat down and wiped. Jeremy
had to poop again too. He dropped one 4″ log and peed and wiped. He only
needed one wipe. Finally, robbie sat down to wipe. He wiped about 5 times
and left some streak marks in his underwear. After dinner, we had to take
baths. Robbie and kev took showers and went ot play video games. Then our
little brothers took baths. I had to poop again, so I sat down while
jermey and josh got undressed. THen Josh said farted a lot in the tub.
After about 5 minutes, he said he need to poop. I got some toilet paper,
and he pooped in it. He made about 6 turds. I dropped the paper and turds
in the toilet and then wiped his butt. About 10 minutes later, they were
done.

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IndianaMAN
Hey-
Nothing much happening with the ole’ bowels lately. I took a nice dump
yesterday, it was very pleasing. I am very excited to be going home at
the end of this week. It will be nice to have privacy when I take a shit.
I plan on taking my sweet ole’ time, too. Hopefully I’ll sit there for a
half an hour or so and just relax.

Anyway, I do have small story that happened to me the other day. I was at
the ROTC house the other day and overheard two hot girls talking about
farting. I certainly have never had much experience with farting girls.
Anyway, one girl was telling the other that her farts stunk. I saw the
farter (I’m not using names here) go into the other room and rip one.
Although I was a little turned on, I was, at the same time, nervous and
uncomfortable. I didn’t really know what to say. Having a big mouth, I
told her not to do that no more. She said, “Why? What’s it matter.” The
rest of the day was a little awkward around her. She seems to get a lot
of gas. One morning (about 0500) were were preparing to do physical
training (PT) and she was rubbing her belly and telling me that she had
gas. I, at that point wanted her to fart. I am always curious to find out
what girl shit/gas smells like.

This brings me to another point that I wanted to bring up. I ahve noticed
that girl shit smells different than guy shit. In fact, it usually has a
less foul stench (from my observations) I have always wondered why that
is? Has anyone else noticed this? I have considered the fact that
different strains of bacteria may get into to females’ bodies. It doesn’t
make much sense to me. Are there any gastrointestinal experts out there?
Later,
IndianaMAN

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Jimmy
Hi there. I’ve been lurking around this site for a while but this is my
first post. The thing is, I have read these articles about cultural
prusishness about natural body functions. Actually, whereas American
movies rarely show women with diarrhea, (at least not openly) Japanese
movies have done so for a some time. I saw a subtitled Japanese movie
where an entire class of girls in a girl’s school comes down with food
poisoning. There is even a scene where a pretty girl in a bikini making
out with her boyfriend suddenly has a bad bout of diarrhea, whereas she
asks him to help her clean up. No cover-up, no prudishness, it was runny
crap, pure and simple, and they showed every last drop of it. Also, it is
not simply implied, the actresses just say “I’ve got really bad diarrhea”
and then run off clutching their bellies. In fact, at least 15 minutes of
the movie is spent on various other diarrhea scenes, which in contrast to
the US manner focus exclusively on girls.

Another thing is, I’m learning Chinese, (I’m in Grade 11 in Vancovuer,
Canada) so they gave us our Mandarin 11 textbooks. Now, it was all
written in China, and to teach us the basics, the writers gave us very
corny “realistic-looking” comics where the protagonists are a 12 year old
caucasian boy learning mandarin and a chinese girl the same age. I was
flipping through it when I noticed a section called “I am not feeling
well.” Lo and behold, the next few panels show that very same girl
drinking spoiled milk, and then the next panel shows her with a very
worried expression, bending over and clutching her stomach. Then, the
thrid panel……. she is ACTUALLY SHOWN ON THE TOILET, both throwing up
and having really bad diarrhea at the same time. As it turned out, the
book was about to teach us terminology for getting sick, and they decided
to give the fictional girl diarrhea! I was surprised, interested, and
thought it was SO ironic that they would allow such a thing i! n Mainland
China! I think I’ve blabbered on for too long so I will stop.

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Buzzy
To answer that survey-Do I leave skid marks or poop after flushing/Once
in awhile if I do a really big load,but most of the time it’s a clean
flush.Have I ever clogged up the bowl-Once or twice awhile ago when I was
a kid in a friends house with a poorly flushing toilet and it was
embassasing!Do i grunt when I’m dumping?-Yeah,pretty much even though my
poop comes out easy.I guess it like a grunt of relief-I usually grunt
when I first sit on the bowl and pass my pre-poop gas and also when I do
my 1st load which usually starts out a bit firm and gets softer as it
comes out and I grunt then too cause it feels great to get that stuff
out!In public do I not flush the bowl after dumping?-I ALWAYS flush after
I dump-It repulses me when I see another person’s load in the bowl as I
go to use it-flushing’s the right thing to do,believe me!
TO BARBIE DOLL-I really enjoyed your backyard in the snow dump-sounded
like a real load!I just can’t poop outdoors in the cold weather-my anus
will not open in the cold,I tried it a few times,but no good,but in the
spring and summer,i’m out biking and dumping all over the woods just
about every morning!You should join me for a good morning dump out in the
woods sometime!We could compare loads- good story!
The last few days,it’s been quiet as far as my dumps go-yes I go every
morning,but the last 2 times my dumps have been nothing to post about
I’m sure i’ll have a few good ones in the next few days,but I haven’t
been eating much -so no input-no output-Great stories all!BYE

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JW
Hay Punk Rock Girl…can I ask you a question? I sounds to me like you
have to struggle on the toilet like I do. What helps you the most? Is
there a position, or a massage technique, or anything that you do like
rocking and bending over sideways that helps the most?

Linda GS- Hi kiddo…haven’t heard from you much. A few people have told
you some really good stories lately…how about one from you?- JW

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troy
my name is troy and i’m a newcomer. i had this experience it was like
soothing. my poop was thick and soft. when it came out out of my butt
hole it tickled when it came out. little as i know i had dirrahea. i like
the feeling when my warm runny poop came out with chunks of poop tickling
my butt hole like that. do you had a tickle fart? i like that fart the
most and it ended with green mushy poop shooting out of my butt. it took
me 15 wipes to clean my butt. read my story and post me.

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An Occasional Observer
I’ve been reading a lot of posts in this forum about bathroom habbits at
the movies, and it reminded me of a funny story that happened to me after
I got out of Blair Witch project.

I allways have a large soft drink and pop corn when I go to the movies. I
was with my younger brother and Uncle. After the movie was over we all
had to take a leak. The bathroom was crowded, every toilet was taken, and
every one in that room seemed to be peeing in unisen. All the urinals
were occupied when I got in there so I went into one of the stalls. There
was another guy in the stall next to me who was doing the same thing. He
was a bit of a joker, so he blurted out for everyone in that washroom to
hear:

“Socialogists take note! This is the only time you will see men going to
the bathroom in a group, unlike the women of the species who are
seemingly incabable of going to the bathroom alone.”

We all Cracked up after hearing that one.

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Just Another Guy
I have posted a few times on this board and after reading John Q Public’s
account of his female cousin’s bladder capacity, must reply.
John, she is indeed a member of the Super Bladder Club, and you must
keep us updated on any of her further accomplishments. That was three
32 oz. Subway cups plus a half?! I’ll bet you thought she would never
stop peeing. It always amuses me when I read the sparse material on
bladder size; the low figure quoted (a pint) isn’t even worthy of
consideration, especially by a few posters at this site. Why urinating
ability should remain such a covert topic is a major mystery.

When I last wrote in I mentioned that my wife-to-be is also endowed with
a very capacious bladder, certainly by far the largest of any woman that
I have dated. (Thank the Lord for anonymity for she would strangle
me for divulging the following). How I discovered her peeing ability is
something all of you may find interesting. It also buffers my theory that
really huge pissers are many times pee-shy. As a kid I knew that
feeling.

She and I met at while taking tennis lessons, and fairly soon after were
going out together. That first month I can’t recall her ever excusing
herself to go to a woman’s room or going into the bathroom at either my
or her place, despite some dates lasting well into the night. For that
matter neither did I with my bladder abilities. Well the chemistry
changed one evening when I brought her back to her apartment after a long
dinner and movie. We had known each other long enough to grow
comfortable, so upon arrival I took the initiative to use her bathroom
off the livingroom. As I said it was the first time either of us peed
within earshot of the other.

Suffice it to say I had a day and evening full of coffee-water-beer and
healthy kidneys to do the rest. I went in there and took one of my
signature long-long pees lasting several clock revolutions before ending
with a series of spurts. When I came out of the bathroom she was
sitting on her sofa. As I approached I could see her eyes looking
intently in my direction, and as I sat next to her her stare continued
along with an eerie silence as if she was in the midst of a mental
decision whether or not to say something. In fact the atmosphere became
so charged that I, ever the gentleman, left soon afterward when her
mood didn’t change.

I told the above as a foundation for the following. Two weekends later
we spent a full day in Santa Barbara before driving back (in traffic)
landing back at her place around 11 pm. My bladder was sending signals
but I had consciously made the game plan to drop Laurie off and continue
the twenty minutes back to my home to pee. Nevertheless, I walked her
into her apartment and made a quick call before walking back to my car.
(Stay with me because it gets interesting). Upon reaching my car, I
realized that I had left my keyes back at her place and re-traced my
steps back to Laurie’s. I knocked on her door briefly before finding out
that the front door was unlocked then made my way in with a short
call-out “I’m back. Forgot my keyes.” My statement was met with no reply,
but from the far reccess of her apartment I could hear the sounds of
female urination hitting squarely into the center of the bowel in a
constant stream of splatter. She had no doubt started peeing just after I
had left and was now pouring it out in what she assumed
was the privacy and solitude of her apartment.

Much to my surprise the pee kept up as I slowly grew closer to her master
bathroom and the sound. For a solid minute-and-a-half I stood
in the adjacent room listening to that splash before daring to move
closer. Laurie’s stream pulled back, but only for an instant before
resuming at full strength again. I make no apology. I was enjoying the
performance of a woman, a glorious enormous bladdered woman peeing
away for who knows how long. Unfortunately, creaky floors and acute
female senses announced my arrival; Laurie cut-off her powerful stream
and called out “Hello!” in a startled voice.

“It’s only me,” I said meekly. “I forgot my keys.”

She hurridly flushed and came out of the bathroom. At that point events
became interesting. And I’ll attempt to keep it as mild as possible. For
once I took a bold cue and kidded her I had rudely interrupted her in
the middle of something. She mildly protested “no I didn’t” but I
continued that “it sure didn’t sound as if she was anywhere near done.”
We had been romantic and intimate by that time and now we were playing
like adult-kids. Laurie gave me a little love push and faked a blush
when I hugged her and whispered into her ear, “in that case it’s my turn
to go” but the way I pee she shouldn’t expect to use the bathroom
for quite some time. Laurie’s mouth flung open in mock shock as she
looked up at me. “Don’t be shy about taking a long pee honey,” I teased,
“some of my pees are events.” She was very clearly feeling a
mixture of strong emotions not the least was the urge to continue peeing
and a strong arousal.

“I can’t believe it. You verbalize everything!” Everything which included
bladder size and peeing ability. Embracing each other I
whispered into her ear again.
“Do you have to go some more?”
“Yes.”
“A little or a lot?”
There was a long hesitation and unbelievable tension in the air before
she replied, “a lot.”

I wish this were another site so I could fill you all in on the rest of
that night. But Laurie went back into her bathroom and showed just what
kind of huge bladder she had. And yes, she is very well equipped to give
that nurse I wrote about, and Jennifer, a pee-duel of the century
if they were ever to meet. In the year we’ve been going together, she
has worked her kegal muscles to the point that, together with her giant
bladder, the are few women who can outlast Laurie in a “long pee”
contest. But more on that in other posts.

People,this took courage. She would KILL me if she found out her peeing
exploits are going on the internet.

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jill_dl
PRG: I totally agree with you on the whole sit or stand idear. but whats
sad is society is still messed up. there have been articles about signal
fathers who have like 1 or more boys and a girl and the father never
teaches the girl that she has to pee sitting down. She sees her brothers
do it standing and just adapts and does it upright. but when she gets in
school she is shunned and ostracized because of her bathroom habits. then
there is the flip side with a single mother and a boy and 1-2 girls. the
mother never tells her son that he must pee standing up and the boy gets
beat up and made fun of in school because he will not use a urinal and
pees sitting down. the stigma that society places on the sex’s is
sickening. when and if i ever adopt a child, i will raise it neutral, I
will not try to inhibit natural instincts, but i will not confine my
child to a gender role that society says he/she has to conform to. and i
will support him/her.

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Cory
Hi, I work at Wendy’s and last week at work, I hadnt pooped the day
before. And in the middle of the day, felt a crap comming on. I am really
shy about pooping anywhere…so I waited for like 3 hours till I was
done. I was letting out some really stinky farts all day at work, and was
wondering if anyone knew it was me. Anyway, on the way home I couldnt
hold it in anymore and a thick log…came out without me being able to
stop it. I had to stop my car, and throw my underwear in a dumpster.

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KT
Hi everyone, I hope everyone is having a wonderous holiday season and
shitting. Well I thought I d share an incident with you. A cuple of
Christmas ago, one of my closest female friends invited me to go home
with her for Christmas while we had time off from base. We had rented a
car since hers wasnt running well. So we got to her home late Christmas
eve because of the traffic. We got there and met all of her family, ate
and kicked with her family. We ate like there s no tomorrow. So Christmas
day rolled around, boy did i have to shit. So we went to her mothers. By
this time i was hurting bad. So since i didn t like to shit at other
people s house. I got my stuff to shower and took a helacious shit while
the shower was running so nobody could here me. Thank God it didn t
stink. So after all the festivities of Christmas Day. We had stayed at
her mother s house where me and my friend cuddled up on the floor. I knew
my friend had pigged out since we were at her family and sonne! r or
loater that she had to shit eventually. So the next morning while
everyone was asleep i felt her get up and kiss me before she stood up. I
woke up and she smiled and walked towards the bathroom. I heard the door
locked and heard her pulling down her sweats. After a brief silence, she
let a long loud ripping fart followed by 3 plops and an uhhhhhhn. then a
few plops, then a stream of piss. Then i heard the toliet paper rolling,
and then i heard the toilet flush. then she washed her hands. I got up
because i had to pee real bad. I waited til she didn t see me and went to
the restroom. I walked in and started coughing because of the stench. i
look in the toilet and saw many skid marks and shit flakes. I peed and
savoured the moment then we got ready and headed back to base

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shy boy
I normally have my dump when I get home from school but yesterday I
really needed to go in the last lesson (history). I kept fartin and my
body ached from my bum half way up my back. The teacher let me go and it
was no wonder I had to go so bad as it mustve taken me over 10 minutes
for it all to come out of me. There was tons of it and it stank real bad.
When I went back into class the teacher made me go bright red by asking
me “did it all come out alright”. I know we all have to do it but I was
so embarassed as there’s a girl I really fancy in the class.

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Luke
Last night, I had 2 slices of pizza and a taco. This morning, on my way
to class, I thought I should have stayed in my room at my dorm. Two
seconds after I step outside, I had to run to bowl and take a massive
shit. NO WARNING! I was almost holding my ass in public to hold the dump.
I have never, NEVER had such a long turd in my life and have to say. It
was scary. I thought it would never stop coming out! It must have been a
foot wrapped around the bowl. And the farting was terrible. DUDE! I was
in the pot for 20 minutes just farting. One guy came in and said to his
friend, “Must’ve had beans for breakfast.” And I just kept farting
insanely.

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Coprologist
This story may sound incredible but it is absolutely true.

I was in a local shop today and I saw a fascinating children’s toy for
Christmas. It was called Father Christmas Poo-pooh, and it consisted of a
doll about five inches high and about three inches wide dressed in a
Father Christmas outfit mounted on a stand in a squatting position and
between the butt cheeks was a half-inch hole. According to the
instructions on the back of the stand, you removed the head and filled
the inside with sweets (candy to Americans). You then replaced the head,
and a child by squeezing the doll around the middle could cause it to
shit out the sweets one at a time from its rear end.

I was struck with two thoughts when I saw this object. The first was that
some parents would very much object to such a fecally-minded toy, while
other parents might consider that children were being encouraged to
indulge in coprophagy. My own reaction was: How charming! The under-fives
are very fecally-minded and would delight in such an object. The
instructions were in English and French, which led me to think that it
had been designed in France or Canada. I can’t imagine an English or US
firm producing such an object.

I also thought about suitable sweets that might be put inside the toy,
for example dolly mixtures or Smarties would obviously be quite suitable.
The Smarties would come out looking rather like brightly coloured sheep
turds. It also struck me that turd-shaped sweets like licorice confits or
mint torpedoes would be highly suitable for filling such a toy.

The instructions on the back did warn that th toy could be made
constipated if large or awkwardly shaped sweets were placed inside it!

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Ring Stretcher! Ring Stretcher! Where fart thou? Over yon
wall…nevermind. Are you still around? We miss your hot stories, you
little minx!

Admirer

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Saturday, December 15, 2002

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Darius
Uncle Allen: I read your post to Jim referring to him walking home from
school during the daytime following his accident in his pants. You
mention that it was a dangerous thing to do. I believe Jim is about 11 or
12. Is someone really in danger walking alone in the daytime in America?
I could understand if it was late at night. I know I would have done
exactly as Jim did if I’d messed or wet my pants at 11 or 12 in school
(as I lived near my school at that age). Perhaps for those of us who
don’t live in the US, you could explain more. I’m hoping to visit the US
within the next couple of years, and I must say your post is rather
off-putting regarding safety, to say the least.

Matt: I know you’ll soon be home from uni for Christmas. Hope you’re well
and hope to hear some of your pooing and peeing stories.

Darius.

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Chris
What embarrasses you more in a public toilet stall? A LOUD ripping fart?
or a STINKING quiet dump ? Please respond 🙂

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Punk Rock Girl
The picture today (12/12/02) reminds me of the time I was working on a
friend’s EXTREMELY low budget movie. We were shooting in an abandoned
warehouse in the middle of nowhere, and there was no plumbing or toilets.
He had set up a portable shower and had a pretty fair supply of wet wipes
so we could wash our hands. But the only thing he could afford for use as
a toilet was a bucket. He had put a toilet seat on it, but it was still
just a bucket with some of that blue porta-potty stuff. He emptied it out
every morning into a ditch he’d dug out back. I took a couple of dumps in
there myself, once with several people standing around me. In such
geurilla style filmmaking situations, decorum and privacy goes out the
window!

I saw this funny scene from THE HOT CHICK. It’s a movie coming out with
Rob Schneider about this sexy high school girl who wakes up one day as a
thirty-something guy. Anyway, there’s a scene when “he” has to pee in a
really nasty nightclub restroom, where there’s a bathroom attendant
working. “He”, I guess, forgets that “he” has a penis, so “he” very
bashfully pulls “his” pants down and tries to pee in the trough, but ends
up falling in. It was pretty funny. One thing confused me though. I’ve
seen those trough things before, but for some reason in the movie it was
filled with ice. Does any guy here know why they do that? Or is that not
something normal. I’ve never heard of that before.

I used to go pee with my male high school friends after school sometimes.
Usually, I’d just go in a stall, but a few times I’d impress them by
going in a urinal, which I did by pulling my pants down to my knees and
bending over. This made my stream shoot straight out, just like a guy’s.
However, I didn’t do this in order to feel I was their equal, I did this
as a joke. Ha! Nipped that one in the bud before you could jump on it,
didn’t I!

My boyfriend is out of town for a couple of days, so I was alone this
morning. Too bad, because I took quite a huge dump when I first woke up.
I woke up, pulled on my socks, walked into the bathroom, pulled up my
night shirt (one of his old t-shirts) and sat on the crapper. I pushed
out one really long, thick load and a few smaller chunks. It was weird,
because I usually don’t really have to go until later in the morning,
after I’ve gotten to work. It was six in the morning.

Not much else to tell. Hope everyone’s doing okay!

Peace.

PRG

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Traveling Guy
JOEY – I had to go back a few pages to find it, but here’s your survey:

1) Does it stink bad enough when you go you use the fan or spray air
freshner? About 30% of the time. I use the fan at home and in the
one-toilet men’s at work. I sometimes also spray there.
2) When you are in public do you cover the seat? Nope, but I wipe off
both seat and rim with tp (due to guys who stand and pee on the rim).
3) Do you read while you are dropping your load? Never been a reader.
4) About how long does it take you to go? Usually about 3-5 min. Call me
“Easy Dumper.”
5) What’s the longest it has ever taken you? Maybe 15 min.
6) Approxamently how many times do you wipe? 5 or 6, depending on the
softness of my logs.
7) Do you leave skid marks or floaties after being done? My jobbies
usually float and are soft enough to leave skids.
8) Have you ever clogged the toliet up real bad? Yep, mostly when I was a
teenager. My logs are still long, but used to be immense!
9) Do you have to grunt or is it easy to drop your load? Dumping is
almost always easy, but I often bear down silently to get it started.
10) In public do you not flush for others to see your load? Nope. Seems
like exhibitionism to me, but I’m OK with others’ doing it.
11) & 12) Chicks… N/A. (I liked Q 12.)

PEE-D – I enjoyed the article about women standing vs. squatting or
sitting to pee. I’m usually with PRG, including on this issue. I’m sorry
if I bore everyone here with stories of my travels, but they help make a
point. Up in the Andes of northern Ecuador, the climate is spring-like
year round. The Amerindian women and girls wear a white, embroidered
blouse and an ankle-length, blue velvet wrap/skirt held up by a colorful
woven sash. When they come to town from the countryside, it’s common to
see them standing over a storm drain, near the curb, to pee. It was
always a mystery to me how they can just barely spread their knees to
about shoulder width, lower their pelvis just a few inches (still nearly
standing) and let go a stream that hits the drain without arcing or
wetting their skirts. They pee the same way in their villages. But go to
Andean Bolivia, and you’ll see the Amerindian women there peeing in a
full squat, managing all five or six of their heavy skir! ts at once.

My point? Woman can and do pee different ways in different places, even
at different times in history. What seems new in the US is the
installation of men’s type urinals, if I got that right, in places like
the Texas stadium. (Female stand-up, straddle urinals have been around
for decades, but my women friends have never been big on using them.) I
say, whatever works for you, ladies, do it. And just for the record, yes,
I sometimes sit down to pee at home, just to keep the rim clean and, no,
I don’t feel any less manly for it.

LEWIS – I love word play and “out of the water closet” was a gem. I think
there are many of us out there, but that darn cultural taboo…

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Biker Trash
Shit Lovin’ Chick: I’m really jeolous. I have no idea where my morbid
fascination for shitting came into play. Iwas little (20 yrs. ago-I was
about 6) is all I remember. I still think you should describe yourself. I
want a better visual when I try to imagine you birthing a beautiful turd.
I’ve already had to relieve myself once after reading a post of yours. I
hope you’re as cute as I hope you are.

Alexa: Sorry to hear your schedule deffeciency. I’ve got the same
problem. Today is officially the last day of the semester for me and my
posts will be a here and ther type of thing. If you don’t post, I’m going
to miss reading you. You’re one of the inspirations I had for actually
getting around to start posting.
I enjoyed your bag story. I had an almost identical experience at Wal
Mart. I had been inside for two hours waiting on my mom to find groceries
and the like (I had no clue why I actually said I’d help) and I decided
to go out for a smoke. Outside, I discovered, after a huge fart, that I
was apparently holding a reserve fecal impaction. I have no desire to
know where the restrooms are at Wal Mart, nor did I want to lose my
cigarette, so I went on a little adventure through the parking lot. I
dicreetly urinated between two vans to get that out of the way, the
farther out from the store. I found a good spot between a big dually of
some sort and a 4×4 that sat up real high. I pulled jeans down just far
enough to serve my purpose, then squatted and attempted to cover the
sides of my bare ass with my shirt. I gave a few grunts and dropped a
single 18″ solid onto the parking lot. It was a small rush, though as
nobody saw me.
have fun over the break.

Bryian: If you would’ve read my post a little closer and registered the
part about my nuthair getting in my zipper you would’ve answered your own
question.

Now, for my part of my post. I experienced a slightly different bathroom
experience last Saturday. A friend and I went to Oklahoma so that we
could get to know each other as we’re both single at the present moment.
On the way I was stopping at abandoned houses to take pictures (I’m an
amatuer photographer) and we found a house with an old-school outhouse.
My friend, I’ll call her Jess, decided that she wuold give me a good
picture by going inside and sitting on the toilet, or rather what was
left of it. She was really cute, I must say. Unfortunately, she doesn’t
really know me that well so she left her jeans up and I had to disquise
the shot. Dern! Maybe next time. I wonder how she feels about
couple-dumping.

I’ll be back in a few days. I gotta keep coming in over the break to use
the weight room and all that other fitness related horseshit so I’ll post
occasionally.

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Anthony K.
Hello. I intentionally shit my pants today. It was unplanned though. Well
I was with my friends and I had a lot of shit waiting ti come out. THen
we were sitting on a log and then we were talking. Then I was saying
something then I go umm oh uh and then my shit started to come out with
cracking sounds. Then they just laughed a little and took me to a toilet.
It was hard crap. It also stank a bit.

INDIANA MAN: What do toilets in barracks look like. Can you describe a
shit you took there in detail possibly.

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Kia
Nobody took me up on my offer huh? Ah well.

Biker Trash – It would annoy me to never wear underwear, because my pants
are fairly tight, and I think that denim would itch me if there was no
soft cotton to protect me. You guys really got it good – loose pants and
all.

Women – has anyone took advantage of the fact that they had to wear a pad
and peed themselves a little? I wanted to the other day in Chemistry, we
were taking a test so we couldn’t leave in the middle of it, but I was
afraid that it wouldn’t hold, even though it was thick. Any advice?

Lub 4rm Kia.

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Bryian
To unnamed poster: about the store bathrooms..liked your story

To Harry — Pacific Northwest, USA: Thanks for your responce..that
helps…this is outpaitent..so i doubt i’ll need to poop there.

To Scarlet: Thanks for your concerns! Im sure i won’t be gone you might
not even notice if this doesn’t update over the weekend.

To Potty Pooper:Loved your story…you should have taken the phone to the
bathroom and let them hear you poop!

I forgot to post this…the other night had a dream i was at the mall and
i went into gap…i went to the mens room and there was only 2 stalls and
it had a peep hole in the middle and i wanted to peep in but i had to
meet my family so i left. it was weird..well gotta run bye

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Bryian
To unnamed poster: about the store bathrooms..liked your story

To Harry — Pacific Northwest, USA: Thanks for your responce..that
helps…this is outpaitent..so i doubt i’ll need to poop there.

To Scarlet: Thanks for your concerns! Im sure i won’t be gone you might
not even notice if this doesn’t update over the weekend.

To Potty Pooper:Loved your story…you should have taken the phone to the
bathroom and let them hear you poop!

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coyote
GOTHIC TINKLE GIRL , BY COYOTE [ this is one that I dedicated to my
former online girlfriend from southern california when her and I were
together back in july 2001. she loved it !]

tinkle,tinkle, little star

how I can hear you pee

through the door ajar

your torn jeans are down

panties of black gothic lace, too

as you empty a quart, or maybe two !

as you sit your butt down

on the toilet seat

your golden stream of urine a tinkling

from your pretty little tight peehole

into the nice clear water

of the toilet bowl !

turning the watercolor from clear

to an intoxicating golden yellow

pee bubbles form on the water

make a foam so pretty and mellow

sweet, yet sour smell of pee

just a tinkling out I see

gushing and spritzing out, in the bowl

for thirty seconds or so

in a steady, sprinkling, forceful stream

when the last sprinkle, of tinkle, drips

from below your beautiful, hairy clit

you take a sheet of toilet paper

and wipe dry your pretty goth girl slit !

pull up your black lace panties

snap, and zipper, your faded jeans

as you push the lever to flush

the mellow yellow, pee filled toilet bowl

hard to believe, that the yellow pee

that just tinkled, from your peehole

into the water filled toilet bowl

was the liter of diet pepsi

you just drank, two hours ago !

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Eric in Chicago
Tess: In case you don’t already know it, the reason your poop can be so
hard is that you spend a long time resisting the urge, during which time
your colon extracts water from it.

PRG/others: I think a lot of the nonsense written about the role of
standing vs. sitting to pee in gender equality is just the result of
people needing to write something (journalists on slow days, academics
who have to publish or perish) but not really having anything worth
writing about.

The story someone else reported being told about the Swedish university
that banned male students from standing up appears to be an urban legend
created by crossbreeding two actual but trivial facts: some Swedish
academic wrote a paper arguing that standing up to pee was an act of
“domination” or “aggression” and that men would be less violent if they
were raised to sit down to pee. As far as I know, it was dismissed as
just another crackpot idea, but some journalists got a hold of it on a
slow news day. At roughly the same time, a bar in, I think, Denmark
removed the urinals from its facilities, apparently because guys were
aiming so poorly that pee was pooling up on the floor and leaking into
the wood underneath the tiles. People started putting the two together in
whatever way tended to confirm their biases (for example, libertarians
would claim that the Swedish government was trying to ban boys from
standing to pee).

People who argue that standing to pee is “dominant” or “aggressive” need
to remember that those adjectives are derived from transitive verbs
which, in normal usage, can only take *people*, not inanimate objects or
abstractions, as objects. Who’s being dominated? Who’s being aggressed
against? I’ve never felt like I was trying to win a battle against a
toilet, tree, or patch of snow. It’s just sloppy thinking.

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Katrina:
Hi Folks:

John Q, I liked your story about that lady who used the device. I use
devices on occasions, like when I am on hiking trips and the like. It is
much better then having to squat, which is what I perfer when indoors,
but outdoors it’s much better to stand.

My girlfriend also uses a FUD when we go out hiking. One time when my
girlfriend, boyfriend and I were out hiking in the mountains we all were
drinking alot of water to keep ourselvs from becoming dehydrated from the
exertion. It was not beastly hot, but it was hard physical work. Anyway,
my girlfriend has two nephews who like to have ‘sword fights’ with their
urine streams. She was relating the story to us about how she had to
clean up the bathroom and about how the stench of urine was so strong
because alot of their pee landed in a heating vent.

Later on that day, we all needed to pee, and we decided to have a sword
fight of our own. So all 3 of us pulled out our “hoses” and proceeded to
pee. Our boyfriend was the first one to “peeder out” (pardon the pun) His
hold ability was nothing like it is today. It’s still nothing compared to
mine or Aneie’s, but it’s better not.

Angie and I had both been holding for almost 14 hours by now, while Mike
had to pee 3 or 4 times during that time. He was pretty desperate.
Because of the FUDs that Angie and I were using, our streams were not the
flat, twisty hissy sensations that we customarily use. They were straight
and round like a rope and shot out about 9 feet give or take. Mike’s
stream was m ore like a string and only shot about 4 or 5 feet before
arking down to the ground. Needless to say, angie and I both easily
defeated him thoroughly. When Mike was down and out, Angie and I went on
for about anothr 45 seconds or so, which is when Angie started to taper
off. I tapered off shortly after angie did. When we were finished, there
was a huge puddle and several plante were soaked with urine.

Hey Louise, that’s what you should try some time. Challenge your sister,
mother and Steve to a ‘sword fight’ some time. It’s alot of fun, but I
suggest a FUD and doing it outside.

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Once Only
Discovered this site by surfing. I’m finding it so hard to believe that I
have found a site dedicated to my most private secret. I shall only post
here the once, and I hope I will be obeying the rules of the site.

I’m 18 years old, but my story dates back to when I was around 13 or 14.
I was at my friend’s house one winters evening. Simon and I met each
other at infant school, and are still best friends to this day. But this
is not about him. It is about his cute little sister who would have been
just about 11.

Simon had sent me upstairs to his bedroom to retrieve a sports game we
liked playing, and to pick up his alarm clock, which we used to time the
game. I had found the game and was just about to leave his room,
switching out the light when I realised I hadn’t got the clock. I didn’t
bother to put the light back on, but just fumbled my way in the dark to
his bedside table and picked up the clock. It was then that his sister
came out of her bedroom walked into the bathroom opposite his bedroom and
clicked on the light. It had one of those energy saving light bulbs,
which are quite dim when firts turned on, but brighten up a few minutes
later when they have warmed up. Point was that there wasn’t much light to
show me up.

I made my way to my friends door, but as I got to it, I saw that Becky
hadn’t shut the bathroom door completely, and I could actually see her
sitting on the toilet. It wasn’t a full view. The toilet faced straight
on with the bathroom door, and what I could see was a tantalising view of
most of her right leg right the way up to her hips. I couldn’t see any of
the rest of her body, or her face, although if she had decided to lean to
her right, I would have seen her, and perhaps her me.

I have a brother, but no sisters, and to see Becky like this was a whole
new experience for me, and one I shall never forget. She had on a denim
skirt, and I could see it pulled right up that the hem of it was sitting
above her hips. And I could see that she had pulled her panties about
half way down her thighs.

I was completely transfixed, and had become very excited in the lower
regions at what I could see. I heard her cough and clear her throat, and
then I heard a cascade of wee that hissed and whistled and tinkled loudly
into the toilet. My mind was working over time. I blatently wanted to put
down the game and clock, and walk into that toilet to get a full on look
at Becky, pretending perhaps that I hadn’t realised she was in there. But
that was never really on with the light on and the amount of noise she
was making. But nevertheless, it didn’t stop my mind from working
overtime, and it was like having an out-of-body experience. I saw an
image of myself walking up and pushing open that bathroom door and
staring at Becky. I returned to my senses when Her wee came to a fairly
abrupt end. The toilet roll holder was on the right, which meant I would
see her reach and take some paper. I instinctively stepped back further
into the dark shadow of Simon’s room, in case Becky lean! ed right over
to get the paper, and should happen to catch me watching and listening.
But nothing happened. Around ten seconds or so passed with no noises
whatsoever, and then I heard her fart quietly. It was at that point that
I realised she must be having a poo as well.

Suddenly bashfulness, and the fear of being discovered just melted away,
and I emerged from the cover of the bedroom, and stood outside that
bathroom door. I began to peep further around the door, and then
everything seemed to happen in a couple of seconds flat. Around that door
I could see Becky sitting on the toilet, slightly leaning forward with
her arms folded across the top of her ????. Her head was bowed down in
concentration, and her lovely blonde hair was falling forward, hiding her
face from view. I could now see the crotch of her panties stretched
across the gap between her legs. As my eyes ventured higher towards her
pubic region, and I saw that she had no hairs yet, the silence was
blisteringly shattered by a loud plop of poo, and then another one very
quickly, the noise of which was half masked by Becky’s loud pant of
effort at doing her poo. The ecstatic feeling I had at listening and
seeing all of this then suddenly turned quite horrific when I realised t!
hat I was now in the middle of wetting myself ( or so I thought ). I had
felt the need to go coming on very strong, but nothing was going to stop
me from the goal of seeing and listening to Becky using the toilet. But
now my pants were soaked, I was left with the stark choice of someone
seeing that I had wet myself, or making up an excuse to go home before
being discovered. The choice to go home was even easier when I realised
that Becky had looked up while reaching for the toilet paper, and had now
seen me peeping around the door ! I mumbled an apology and then fearing
the wrath of her Dad if she dobbed on me, I begged her not to tell. And
then in a further attempt to excuse myself, I showed her the wet patch
that had now formed on my shorts, saying I really needed to go, and
although I’d seen the light on, I had to peep and see if I could use the
toilet or not. Becky then began to laugh and point at my wet spot. I was
now quite humiliated ! I mumbled another apology, and! rushed downstairs
grabbing my coat and claiming I felt ill and was going home.

I daren’t go round to Simon’s for about a week afterwards, but nothing
ever happened and nothing was ever said about it again. I still reckon I
owe Becky a favour for not blabbing !

But she is also the instigator of my secret, which is an anguishable
desire to see and listen to females use the toilet. To date Becky has
been the only one. But if she remains the only girl I ever see use the
toilet, then I shall be very thankful.

And now I find this site, with its many wonderful stories. Its the
stories about traditional use of toilets, and stories about watching
others, or stories about being watched that I like the most. The best
ones by far for me are those by Kendal. She writes so well for a 12 year
old, and her best so far has to be how the caretaker could have looked at
her on the toilet at her primary school, and how much she wanted him to !
I reckon her cousin Andrew is about the luckiest bloke on this planet !
How I wish I had a cousin like Kendal !

I hope you all enjoyed my story, and I will have to read some more past
stories now I’m here, but as this is my only story, I will be writing
once only !

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Louise
Hello everybody!
Well I had a lot of fun on Friday night when it was Steve’s work
Christmas party. It was a party for people to bring their partners, so I
went with him and people took girlfriends and wives or whoever you know?
I did not wear things that were too revealing. I went for a black top
that showed a little bit of cleavage but not too much, with my black
leather trousers and a black tie belt that Steve says looks very feminine
and sexy on me with the tassels on my left hip. I just wore my hair free
and untied. Well nothing really funny happened until later. I got a few
of the men wanting to talk to me, and there were a few of the young lads
Steve says can get a bit silly who were around me and another girl a lot
as well. Well it was a bit flattering in a way really but when one of
them got a bit too fresh and asked me what me and Steve like to do (and
you know what he meant) I told them I was into Kung Fu and Aikido like my
husband. It made them behave!
Well I had two wees in pub toilets that were not unusual really and I
just took my leather trousers down and hovered over the bowl. We were
with girls of about 20 to women about my mum’s age and I heard a lot of
tinkling and gushing from the stalls next to me. It was funny near the
end when the last pub was closing and we went for a last wee before we
went out. Well the men had had all their wees and being women we left it
until the last minute. giggle Well there were too many of us for the
ladies and half of us went in the mens’. I saw Steve hiding a giggle
because he knew what I would do in there. Hehe Well 2 women went in the
stalls and it was surprising because it was not me who went to the
urinals first! It was a woman a few years older than me and she pulled
her dress up and pulled her knickers down and she backed over one of the
urinals. Well that was it then because the girls were pulling their pants
down a bit and even the oldest women were doing it too. I undid! my belt
and my pants and I pulled my black thong down so it was all around my
knees. Just 2 of the women were waiting and we all backed over the
urinals. You know there was a bit of dripping on the floor but it was a
riot! giggle I was pushing my pussy down so that my gusher would go well
backwards into the wall mounted urinal. We were all bent over and most of
us were pushing our pussies down to get our wee streams to shoot
backwards and we were laughing too.
Hey, PRG, this is what it is all about you know? We could do this more
often if we had the choice. I know I got mad, but no hard feelings eh?
It was fun later as well when we came out of a nightclub. We did not get
to the toilets and we had to leave. Well all the guys had to wait for the
girls to have a wee in an alley around the corner. Hehe we were all
taking our pants down and squatting in a row with our backs near the
wall. I really pissed like mad and I bet I did near my maximum ever
biggest wee because I sure did the biggest puddle. I was next to a woman
of about 50 who pissed like mad as well and a girl about 22 on the other
side. It was a real giggle because we were all a bit drunk. Three of of
the lads peeked around the corner at us and I think I got seen with my
leather trousers around my knees. I got seen from the side I think and I
do not really know if my gusher was spotted washing the ground. It was
funny when we finished because we were still fastening our trousers and
belts when we came out from the alley with the men looking at us. Then
the men went in the alley and I heard at least 2 men say ! “F***ING HELL”
when they looked at the big puddles. “LOOK AT THAT ONE!” I heard a young
lad say. giggle Steve said “I wonder which of them did that?” I know he
knew who it was!
Well we left the men in there to wee on the wall and I got a bit turned
on thinking about it really. I just had a bit of a peep but I did not see
any willies, just men facing the wall. Damn I couldn’t see anything. Well
I had to wait until I could watch Steve wee when we got home, and then I
did not let him sleep for a bit when we went to bed.

DREAMER – You were asking girls if we prefer sitting on the toilet or
squatting when we have a wee. Well if I am at home I sometimes sit if I
want to be boring. But I do not often want to be boring and I hover my
bum over the toilet more often and I like weeing like that. I do not
squat with my feet on the seat if that is what you mean by squatting. The
other thing I like doing is standing up for a wee as well.

KATRINA – Hi girl! Yeah, it would be a giggle if I had a ‘swordfight’
with my mum, sister and Steve. The girls could use travelmates to wee
through and Steve could use his big natural sword. giggle We could do the
wee swordfighting in our back garden, but we will have to wait for the
summer because it is bitter cold during the winter you know. I do not
think Steve would win. I bet it would be me and mum trying to fight with
the biggest gushers.
Love Louise xx

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