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Heather
I am a 16 year old petite brunette girl with braces. A couple of
girlfriends and I stubled onto this sight and I wanted to make a post.
Last summer my family went to the beach for vacation. I accompanied my
mother, father, and little sister Ellen who was five at the time. After
my family had breakfast one morning at a pancake house, I took my sister
for a walk along the beach. We walked several miles down the beach until
we reached a section of the beach that had rocks which trapped small
pockets of water. My sister was engrossed in this place because the pools
of water contained seashells and small fish. I was having a good time as
well but as we we looking around the rocks and pools of water I had to go
poop. I told my sister we needed to head back because I had to use the
bathroom. She said, “you can just pee in the ocean– that is what I do.”
I told her we needed to go back anyway since we had been gone for a
while. She pleaded to stay for five more minutes. ! I agreed. However, I
had to go poop really bad. I sat on rock for a while and I could feel my
poop pushing out against the rock. Finally, I told my sister we really
need to go now. As long as we were walking I was fine, but my little
sister kept stopping and looking at things along the beach. Each time we
stopped my poop would start poking out of my butt. I kept trying to hurry
my sister along. My sister saw a crab along the beach and picked up a
stick and started playing with the crab. I bent over trying to keep
myself from pooping but I had to go super bad. I could not keep my anus
shut and my poop began sliding out. I had a yellow two piece bathing
suite on at the time. As my poop came out, it pulled my bathing suit down
and I had to pull it back up. I finally got my sister moving again. The
poop really weighed down my bathing suite. It was a single, solid large
poop. As I was walking back my bathing suite kept coming down and I had
to keep pulling it back up! .. Each time I did I compressed the poop a
little and it worked its way to the sides of my bathing suite. Small
pieces of poop were falling onto the beach. My sister didn’t seem to
notice but the part of the beach we were walking towards was more crowded
with people. I didn’t want anyone to see me with a bathing suite full of
poop. I had an idea. I went into the ocean and pulled my bathing suite
down. I used the water to wash away my poop. This worked wonderfully
until an unexpected big wave came. The wave knocked my bathing suite out
of my hand. To my dismay I could not find it again. The ocean had
swallowed it! I couldnt walk back down the beach bottomless!! Finally,
another idea popped into my head. I told my sister, who was playing in
the shallow water nearby, to go back down the beach and bring me the
orange towel we passed a little while ago. She said the towel didn’t
belong to us, but I told her I was just going to borrow it. The owners of
the towel must! have been walking along the beach as well because they
were not around it. When my sister returned I took the towel and quickly
stood up and wrapped the towel around me. My sister saw me and exclaimed,
“Hey, you are naked!!” A jogger went by and he was staring our direction
so I guess he must have seen me naked too. I told my sister I had lost my
bathing suite bottoms and we had to get back to the hotel fast. The wind
was really blowing and I had to fight hard to keep from exposing myself
but we made it back successfully. Of course my sister blurted out how I
had lost my bathing suite to my parents. They made me wear a one piece
bathing suite from then on. The funny thing is no one knew I had an
accident on the beach that morning just that I had lost my lower half of
my bathing suite in the ocean. I still have the orange towel we took that
day.
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Sarah
I saw a posting here recently about butt wiping, and it was the first
time I had heard of someone else wiping the same way I do. I always
thought I was the only person who did it this way. Here is what i do:
I wipe with 8 squares of toilet paper. That’s all I need. I take the
eight squares and fold them in half. Then I fold them in half again. Then
I wipe four times using the exact same spot of paper. Then I fold the
paper in half and wipe four more times using the same spot of paper. Then
I fold the paper in half again and wipe four more times. By this time the
paper is scrunched down pretty good but I usually can fold it in half one
more time and wipe four more times. By then my butt is invariable clean.
I wipe a total of sixteen times with just the eight squares and it works
fine. Does anyone else do it this way?
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Suge
Jo~Bear, your just like me, I like doing the exact thing and still I am
not into it in a sexual way, at all. I guess it’s just something we can’t
explain.
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TV Fan
Celebrity Mole keeps getting better. First we have the female model
Frederique telling a story on one episode about how she accidentally
farted in school. Now this week, commedienne Kathy Griffin joked at the
dinner table about being so scared that she was sitting in her own
diarrhea. I haven’t been watching all the other “reality” shows that are
on the air lately. Have there been any other recent poop or fart
references by women on those shows?
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leaky
At wetguy’s suggestion I’ll post one of my best stories, it’s in
elementary school 4th grade.
Ok so one day I’m at school, it’s after lunch and I really had to pee
bad. Now I never liked going at school bathrooms, in fact I always held
both all day – usually not a problem and I didn’t have to go bad when I
got home. Well this day for some reason my kidneys were going full on,
even though I didn’t do anything different. I normally don’t drink more
than a glass of water a day in addition to meals, so I don’t know what
was going on this day.
So anyway I had to pee pretty bad, I of course held it for another 1/2
hour. By then I was really going to have to go, I wouldn’t be able to
hold it until I got home. So I finally asked the teacher, she said “no
you can’t go now, you sould have gone at lunchtime” Well I didn’t have to
go at lunchtime, thanks a lot. 15 minutes later I asked again, aanother
NO. 15 minutes later I told here it was really an emergency. She finally
let me go, I got up, ran out the door, and some bully tripped me in the
hall and ran off. I of course went straight down and gushed everywhere
(for a few minutes too). I was never able to tell anyone who did it, I
didn’t see who it was.
So the next few days my friends were all laughing at me. I finally
decided to give them a piece of my mind, I walked up to them (they
giggled) and said “well if you think it’s funny, for your information I
was going for over 2 minutes and I don’t think you can even hold that
much, if you think you can then go ahead and try”. They of course didn’t
want to look like wimps, the next day they drank extra (I made sure) at
lunch. When the class started most of them ran to the bathroom, one wet
her pants because she was too shy to tell the teacher. None even
*THOUGHT* that they had come close to my capacity… that was the end of
it and nobody ever teased me again.
One reason I was thinking that my bladder is big is that like I said I
always held it until I really had to go in elem. school. This must have
continually stretched my bladder, so every day it had a slightly higher
capacity. To maintain this, even at home were the bathroom is available
all the time, I hold till I’m really full and also at least once a week
drink loads of water and hold for as long as possible without getting
into severe pain (soreness/throbbing is OK). It works, even since
elementary I’ve been able to hold more. I remember I used to only be able
to go for 30 seconds when I was busting, now I pee much harder for
several minutes. When others have been to my house and I come out saying
“AHHH”, they say they thought I was running the water in the bathtub for
a few minutes not peeing – LOL.
Ok now a diff story. For a few days last week I was totally plugged up,
not having a poo at all. In these situations I never do anything, it
sorts itself out. I hadn’t gone for 5 days, I normally go once every
other day or once a day. The 6th day I felt something huge sliding inside
when I woke up, then after a while I had to go. I held it like I do with
pee, until I was going to burst, this stretched out my capacity there
too. So I sat down, spread my legs as wide as I could as always, bent
forwards and pushed. There was a PFFT fart, then this huge piece started
stretching me. I kept pushing, it got wider and wider… it was about
2.5″ wide when it started flowing out. This piece went on for about 10″
before it fell off, I then pushed out more the same size. It again broke
off but this time at 12″. Now normally I let out a single 2″x14″ piece
and am done, not this time. I started on a 2 incher, it was soft, kept
pushing… it curved around as it was hitting the water an! d was still
coming… it finally broke off at 16″! Then I was done, wow what a load!
I didn’t wipe, usually I don’t need to unless it’s wet – the way I sit
opens me up so I rarely am dirty down there. I can also feel when I stand
up if there’s anything still there, this time there wasn’t. I just pulled
up my pants and flushed, the big one hit the bottom and stuck… the
water went up.. then the big piece shifted and everything else broke and
went down with it. Lucky I didn’t clog it LOL.
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jim
i wore one of my cousins pullups to school today. i tried one on when i
got up in the morning, i didnt go to the bathroom. i pulled on my
sweatpants over them and i couldnt tell i was wearing them so i went to
school. i figured i would just pee them when i couldnt hold it anymore. i
was in class and i really had to go. i was trying not to look i had to go
but it hurts sometimes. the class got over and i got up and went to my
locker. i peed a river into the pullup. i couldnt stop it. i just stood
in front of my locker acting like i was looking for something. when i got
done going i headed to class again. i sat down and the pullup squished. i
looked down at my sweats and they were wet around my legs. the thing
leaked. i didnt know what to do so i just focused on my work. the next
break i got up and felt the pullup sagging down. the sweats were too wet
but they were real tight on me and i went to the bathroom and looked in
the mirror and i could see the outline of the pullup! through my pants.
they were so full of pee. i needed to take it off and throw it away but
the stalls dont have doors and there were kids in there. i just went to
the next class. it was gym class and i had to change into gym shorts. i
waited till everyone was gone but one kid was still there. he had his
back to me so i pulled off the sweatpants real fast and put on my gym
shorts. i dint have time to take off the pull up the other kid would have
seen it. we went to gym. my shorts were sorta loose so i dont think you
could see the pullup. they were so heavy on me im not used to that. they
kept sagging down and pulling my pants down. i had to keep pulling them
up. the string in my shorts was broke so i couldnt tie them. we had to do
laps across the gym and i started running. my shorts pulled down to my
knees when i cought them. noone seemed to notice. the teacher kept
looking at me cause i kept pulling my shorts up. a little later class got
over and the teacher walked ov! er to me as the other kids ran to the
locker room. he said are you wearing a diaper. i said sorta, its a
pullup. he said it looks wet and sagging. i said i know i need to change
it. he said i could use jis office to change. i pulled it off and changed
into regular clothes again. my sweats were still wet. i wasnt thinking
and threw the pullup in the coaches trash can. when i walked out he said
are you forgetting something and help up the wet pullup. i grabbed it and
hid it under my gym shorts. i thrrew it in the trash in the locker room
when noone was looking. one kid asked why my pants were wet there. it
wasnt the normal spot if i had peed them. they were wet lower around the
legs. i just said i laid them in water when i changed. well that day was
kinda fun, i will try it again. by
i put on another pullup today when i got up. i really had to pee but i
didnt go. i went and watched cartoons. i was holding myself while i
watched. then my mom came in and i had to let go and the pee gushed into
the pullup. i could hear it going fffff. my mom didnt hear it. i looked
down and there was no wet spots. it held it all this time. i left it on.
later mom came in and said we are going to the store. i put on my coat
and we went to the car. the pullup sagged big time, it was hard to walk.
my cousin wasnt wearing one today. we went to the big walmart and i ran
to the games section with my cousin. i hadnt gone poop yet and i was
needing to go, i kept farting. i pplayed playstation for a while then mom
came and said lets go. we went to the check outs and i really had to
poop. i was trying to hold it without putting my hands on my but. then it
came out real fast. it felt mushy. i just pushed it all out in my pullup.
i felt my but and it was bulging big time. i turned ar! ound behind me
and there was a lady and her kid. he looked like he was my age. he saw me
poop. cause he looked at me funny. he didnt say anything though. i
started stinking. mom didnt notice yet. we started to leave when i said i
have to go to the bathroom. she told me to hold it, cause we were going
home. we got in the car and it filled up with smell real fast. mom looked
in the mirror and asked if i had an accident. i said no. then she asked
my cousin and he said yes. i looked at him and he had peed his pants. he
didnt poop though. but mom just asked if he had an accisnet she didnt
know what kind. she said to clean him up when we get home. i said ok.
we went in and upstairs. i didnt know it but poop was running down my
legs and on the carpet as we ran upstairs. i got in the bathroom and
noticed poop all over my shoes. my cousin said gross you did poop. i said
so you peed. and he shut up. i cleaned him first then told him to get
out. then i changed my pullup and cleaned up. mom found the poop on the
stairs and i heard my cousin crying. she spanked him. i felt bad cause i
did it not him. i went out and told her that i did have an accident and
it was my poop all over. she said oh, and grabbed me and spanked me too.
she said dont ever do that to me agian or you wont go anywhere with me.
well i dont think i will wear pull;ups for a while. gotta go by
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Emma
Several people have asked this so I figured I’d post real quick to answer
it. I’m 15, Brooke is 9 and our younger brother Brandon is 4.
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Cindy (Minnesota)
I am new to this forum and will introduce myself by way of a customary
physical description. I am a twenty-five year old female police officer;
Caucasion, tall and slender, with straight dark blonde hair. I bear a
striking facial resemblance to actress Rebecca DeMornay I am told (blush,
blush). Well, moving on….
The other evening I went to a bar/restaurant in the course of duty only
to find that the trouble had subsided. The place was almost empty, as it
was past closing time. Before leaving I decided to go to the ladies room.
The restroom was surprisingly small. There were only two stalls; one of
them was out of order and the other was in use. I stood before the mirror
and waited for my occupant to finish urinating. At length, an attractive
young woman came out of the stall. We exchanged smiles and she took her
place in front of the mirror and I in the stall where she’d been. The
faint odor of her bottom rose from the toilet bowl. Mentally, I said to
the toilet bowl “Get ready for another white, smelly bottom in your face”
as I disengaged my utility belt. I pulled my blue trousers and panties
down to my kness and positioned my butt on the bowl. The other girl
called to me, “Those stalls sure are cramped, aren’t they?” I answered
with a strained fart and “Yes, t! hey certainly are.”
Soon the other girl left and I sat with strained purpose for close to
fifteen minutes. I thought I must have cement in my bowels. The nose of
my hard turd emerged from my rectum and finally broke off into the water.
Then the bathroom door opened and I heard a male voice. “We’re about to
close, Ms.” I blushed and said “Just give me a few more minutes, please.”
The door closed. Not five minutes later the man came back. “We have to
close, ma’m.” I replied “Sir, I’m constipated. I’m actually in the middle
of a shit. I’m making real effort. Just another minute or two?” The door
closed again. Couldn’t the guy empathize a little?
I lit a cigarette. I hoped that this would assist my stubborn bowels. I
was making progress, wasn’t I? I kept on pushing. If you guessed that I’d
not heard the last of the man, you guessed right. He bolted in and said
sternly “Ma’m, I’m sorry but we simply have to close.” I answered smugly
“I understand, sir.” Just then another piece of my turd broke off and
ploinked into the water. I continued, “Let me take this opportunity to
thank you for your sympathy and patience (ploink, ploink). I’ll remember
you in my prayers.” The odor of my shit quickly spread through the room.
“Oh, I’m sorry” he said sincerely. “Do forgive me, ma’m.” “No problem” I
said as I coyly exhaled the smoke from my cigarette. I jerked free some
toilet tissue. I scrubbed my bottom a couple of times with the same piece
of rough toilet paper and pulled up my undies and trousers. The man was
still in the room.
When I appeared from the stall the man (a red faced burly looking fellow)
gave me a stunned, apologetic look. He apparently hadn’t known I was a
police officer. We swapped pleasantries and I left.
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adam
today i was driving around the city of Queensbury and i had a slight urge
to shit. but after an hour i really had to go so i went into k mart and i
pulled down my pants and boxers and it all really came out. After that i
let a huge fart just as somebody ran in and sat on the other stall and
let an enormous fart and said something. Then i kn ew him it was my tech
teacher. So we talked and i got hard dick and it was huge i really had to
and he had major diarreah. But i was on there for atleast 3 hours. it was
fun.
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Curious Dude
I do believe that people do need some amount of privacy regaurding bodily
functions, but here is my arguement in support of co-ed restrooms.
Come on folks, mark the tally
Let’s all join up and rally
Join the Unisex Revolution
Co-ed stalls, that’s my solution!
Poop watchers, unite!
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JJ
In the new movie “Talk to Her”, there is a scene where a receptionist
tells someone on the phone, “I’ve just taken an elephant-sized dump.”
Are there any other current movies where a woman either talks about
pooping or is shown pooping?
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Twice Shy
Concerning volume–
I’ve had to take those 24-hour urine tests in the past, only they’d never
give me a big enough container, so I need to ask for a 2nd. It must be
because I like coffee and cola, which increase one’s throughput.
The last time I did it, the instructions said specifically NOT to urinate
directly into the wide mouth of the collection bottle (an aperture maybe
80 mm across), so I used the supplied specimen cup and kept a log of
times and amounts passed. I wish I still had that info; I’d share it
here. I’m thinking that on those previous occasions, I was handing them
over 4 liters of pee for the study, though I don’t know if they wanted me
to mix the 2 bottles together as if they’d been one big one.
I need to go to the john now, actually enough, and take a piss. If I had
a container, I suppose I’d measure it, since now I’m curious. A doctor
once said that the kidneys clear 2 cc/min on average, which means a daily
production of 2.88 liters. The suggested “eight glasses of water a day”,
however, is not even 2 liters. Sometimes I can really get some
concentrated brew produced, as if my body knows it won’t have ready
relief and the tubules are more conservative in their action. At times
like these, I can often smell things ingested through the gut in my
urine. This is typically from spicy food, only antibiotics such as
penicillin and amoxicillin also do it. Other times, as in hot weather
hiking in the mountains, I think perspiration and respiration must be
carrying off what I drink. It can become a vicious cycle, only it sounds
inherently “good” to pump fluid through one’s membranes, dermal and
alveolar, in that way.
Well, off to the gallery of 3 urinals and 3 stalls that is our john. I
typically stand in the leftmost position if it’s empty and I have my
pick, so a 2nd user can stand 2 positions away. Our urinals have divider
walls between them. I tend not to wash my hands unless some of the more
gentlemanly of my co-workers is also there. I’m usually in too much of a
rush.
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Infantry SPC
Breanna,
congrats on moving into your new place. How bad did the dump you took
smell? Can’t wait to read another story by you.
I’ve been staying at my girlfriend’s sorority house this weekend. I feel
very different about taking a shit here. I understand how some girls are
around guys now. I’ve shit twice since I came to visit, and both times
I’ve gone undercover, and have tried to be very discret. yesterday, I
waited till it was my turn to take a shower, and today I went while
nobody was awake. As for the girls, its their house, so they’re open
about going. my girl’s bigger sister took a shit this morning. she didn’t
take a long time but she lit matches and sprayed after she went. there
were no skidmarks, and it didn’t smell really bad. my girl has gone twice
but and one of her other sisters went as soon as we got here from picking
me up. her other I have yet to catch in the act. Another party tonight,
and I’ll hopefully have another story to tell, that is if my girfriend
lets me out of the bedroom.
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Bryian
I think i got a touch of that bug thats going around…i felt so good
yesterday and for dinner last night i had some soup and chicken(not cause
i was sick) then i watched tv and i went to bed around 10:30 around 2am i
woke up cause i felt a burning senstation in my throat, something tried
coming up and it made my throat hurt a bit, then i get up and i felt so
nauseaed. I didn’t wanna throw up so i pooped, thought it would help if i
poop. I pooped some soft strands. I then flushed and went back to sleep,
i was like im not gonna throw up im gonna try and go back to sleep maybe
i’d feel better. I woke up at 3am thirsty so i got some juice and got
back in to bed. 10- 15 min later i felt the need to poop and so i went it
it was diahreaha..but not pure liquid. I had plans today but im cancling,
gotta rest cause i go to work tomorrow, well gonna run bye
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italy
This happened when I was 9 yers old.
That morning i felt the need to take a dump, but it was too late and I
can’t go to the bathroom.
At school I started to feel very uncomfortable and I became very
desperate when, after a moment of pain, I lost the control for a second
and some hot and liquid poop fell in my underwears, I realized that i had
diarrhea. At that time I hated school bathrooms and that morning I didn’t
go there to take a dump. Fortunaly my parent’s were at home, because when
I was returning home 3-4 other spurts escaped and created on my pants a
little brown stain. I became a lot more desperate when I realized that I
had to pee really bad. I was 500 metres from my house when a 5 second
spurt of pee soaked the front of my pants and some diarrhea escaped whit
it.
When I entered in my home, I went in my room and left my schoolbag on the
bed and checked my pants: they had a small brown spot and another spot
sokad with pee.
Then I started the trip to the bathroom; I was very very desperate and I
moved some steps to the bathroom whit a hand holding my pee and the other
hand holding the diarrhea. But in the middle of the trip to the bathroom
I felt a huge cramp and some pee and poop escaped in my pants, soaking
them. I istantaneously regained the control and started to sweat and
walking. In front of the bathroom’s door I totally lost the control and a
stream of diarrhea and another of pee soaked totally my pants, creating a
brown puddle on the floor. I cried a long and, after that, I changed my
pants and underwear. Some minutes later I felt a huge cramp and ran to
the bathroom; I went in it but while I was unzipping my jeans, some poop
escaped and soaked a little my new pants.
At that time I always sat on the toilet before to unzip the pants and
lower the underwear: this because some years before I saw my mother sat
on the toilet whit his pants and let out a stream of pee ( I didn’t know
that she was too desperate to lower her pants).
But when I was on the toilet and was unzipping the pants, my bowels
decided to empty and let out a 30-seconds river of diarrhea through my
pants. That was a terrible experience and for the following days I
learned how to use the school toilets and I never soaked my pants for
about five years.
I like stories like this and if something happened to someone, I will
read his story.
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Bryian
To Emma & Brooke: I liked your story..did you get in trouble for peeing
your self?
To Michelle: I liked your story..thats cool your open about dumping at
school with another girl.
To Lyon: Thats cool you peed that much.
To troylet: I’ve shit in the sink before, but only to watch my self go in
the mirror.
To Alicia: I loved your story..thats cool you and your friend are open
like that…No 1 has heard from Kim and Scott in a long time, wish they’d
come back.
To Punk Rock Girl: Enjoyed your story..hope your feeling better.
To Dana: Enjoyed your story.
To yellow stream: I liked your stories..wanna hear more.
To Breanna: Thats good you moved..enjoyed your story, sounds like you had
a nice dump..well im a 21 y.o guy only about 5″4 and i have brown hair.
To the “HOLD IT” man: That sounds like a cool experience you had on the
phone.
To Jo~Bear: I liked your story..i think its normal.
To FART LOVER: alright i see what your saying…cool
To shy pooper: I liked your story…yesterday at work i kinda had to poop
but i held on cause the bathrooms are freezing.
To I.P.Daily: Loved your story
To Jill_DL: I loved your story about the accident in the pull up
To Robert: Loved your story about you and your cousin.
To unnamed poster who asked about naping..no i’ve never needed a nap
after pooping.
To Mia: I liked your story about your date.
To Heidi: Loved your story.
I ment to post this before, but latly on the travel channel it seems like
they are showing more of thos top 10 toilets, a diffrenent kind. I saw
part of top 10 toilets in Las vegas and part of top 10 restaurant
toilets..any one see this?
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billy
Last easter, my wife’s parents and her sister came for sunday lunch.
During the meal her 11 year old sister went upstairs to the toilet.
Her sister is 5ft 8″ & about 170lb with large breasts. About a minute or
so later there was a loud thud followed by a long barrage of plops, then
spalts as she was oviously having a bm.Everyone pretended not to hear,and
carried on conversation until we all heard this explosive loud fart sound
from upstairs.We then heard the flush of the toilet.
Her sister came back down stairs sat back at the table and gave me a
cheeky smile.After the meal I went upstairs for a pee, and was overcome
by a strong poo smell. As I lifted the lid I saw a log 9″” long and so
thick it did not fit in the large hole on the bowl.The bowl was completly
blocked.
I had to break it up with my pool cue to get rid of it.
I still find it hard to this day to think that came from such a young
girls body.
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AJ :o)
I think that these teachers/coaches/etc. who won’t let their charges go
to the bathroom ought to have a taste of their own medicine!!!
Uncle Don’s kindergarten teacher did something like this.
If you didn’t go to the bathroom during the times she saw to be
appropriate to go to the bathroom, she just plain wouldn’t let you–and
would then humiliate you when you did.
For example, one little girl was changed like a baby in front of the
whole class and then made to stand in a corner wearing only a diaper.
Well, she was no match for Uncle Don!!!
He asked if he could go, and she refused. He told her that he really did
need to go, and she STILL refused.
After unsuccessfully trying to hold it in, he finally had no choice but
to let it all go in his pants!!! I mean, he FILLED his pants, and it
didn’t smell like roses, either.
The teacher didn’t want to deal with this, so she just yelled at him and
told him to walk home.
Uncle Don walked home, and his mom asked him why he had messed his pants.
He told her that the teacher wouldn’t let him go, so she cleaned him up
then took him back to school–where she very loudly gave the teacher a
piece of her mind.
As Uncle Don is almost 30 years my senior, I, naturally, wasn’t there,
but I think his mom further threatened the teacher that, if he ever did
this again, she was going to insist that the teacher would help to clean
him up–and not in a humilliating way, either!
Needless to say, kids who had to use the bathroom after that were
permitted to.
Now, when I went to school, I had a much nicer teacher (first-grade), but
she was faced with the problem of what to do about kids getting up in the
middle of class to use the rest room so much that she had to keep
interrupting her teaching to tell them that they could be excused.
And I think that some of them weren’t even going to the bathroom–just
going in there to socialize.
So she set up some sort of compromise.
She told us that we could go during one of our four recesses or during
other designated breaks. However, anyone asking to be excused to use the
rest room after not visiting the rest room during recess would have to
stay in during the following recess.
During the last recess, I felt as if I could poop, but I really didn’t
have to that badly and decided that I would rather be swinging out on the
playground.
I thought I could hold it until I got home, but I found that it was
getting to be more difficult to.
Keep in mind that I wouldn’t be refused a bathroom break–but that it
would simply cost me my morning recess the following day.
Of course, I didn’t want to miss ANY recess if I could help it, so I
decided to hold it. Then, I decided that I could discreetly poop my
panties and nobody would notice.
This took place during a time when we were all sitting in a circle
listening to the teacher read us a story.
I sat there listening to the story, and nobody was the wiser.
There was an odor at one point, but there were always kids passing gas in
the class at various times, so I just pretended not to be involved in
either doing this or even noticing that it had been done.
Then, I got home and said, “Mommy, I think I eliminated in my pants.”
(Note: The teacher who had been Uncle Don’s kindergarten teacher became
my nursery school teacher, and she taught me that the proper words for
the functions were “elimination” and “void”–quaint, little terms that I
no longer use)
and she asked me why, and I just told her that I didn’t make it to the
toilet in time, because I didn’t want her to be mad at the teacher!
Anyway, not a lot exciting passing out of my body–just the usual
stuff–though I have had corn showing a few times when I decided to check
and see what was going on!
More stuff later! Good to be back! AJ :o)
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Alexa
Survey questions:
1. Have you ever made a fountain in the tub? Nope, haven’t done that
(female)
2. Have you ever peed in a sink?? Once, it was pretty funny, because I
also had crazy diarrhea at the same time. There was a bit of alcohol
involved, and it had to do with a prank to get back at someone.
3. do you read while in the toilet? Whenever I need to.
4. Do you sing while on the toilet? Not really.
5. If you are female do you sit on the toilet with your legs open or
closed? and Why? It depends. If I’m leaning forward while squeezing out
something huge, I’ll open my legs and put my elbows on my knees, then
push.
MICHELLE: You have very artistic vocabulary, especially for a high-school
freshman. Keep the stories coming!
JO-BEAR: It’s alright to enjoy watching poop coming out. Some people like
it, others don’t. It depends on the person. Oh, are you male or female?
Not that it has any pertinence to your question.
HELEN: An exhibitionist like me would have loved something like that to
happen! Any other things happen to you during college? Lots of things
have happened to me.
I remembered that I was going to tell you guys about Anna, my babysitter,
but I never did. The story by Anthea reminded me of it, so I’m going to
post the first story now.
Anna was a friend of the family, and I always remember when she was at
the house, she was always really gassy. She’d always be cutting ripe
farts, and she was one of those leaners, who go onto one cheek and let go
a flapper. So it was always a fascination to see what that led to. My
babysitter was also quite uninhibited, as I soon found out.
Once, Anna and I were playing some card game, when she said, “One
second,” leaning over on her right haunch and letting go a mighty
brownhole gust. “I need to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.”
As she disappeared down the hall, I waited for a while, then got bored
and decided to look for Anna to see if she was done yet. When I got to
the bathroom, the door was cracked a bit. I peered in through the
opening, getting an eyeful of her leaning forward all the way. I went
outside, going to the window and looking in by opening it a little. I
could see her crack about halfway down. Presently, her butt opened and
started to deposit a large brown turd in the toilet. It crackled loudly,
and she sighed. And the smell must have been overwhelming; I can still
remember how rank it smelled from outside the window! After this large
one, she farted and started letting out soft poop, which went schloop,
schlup, spbrupl, schrupl. I went back to the room just as she was wiping.
Then, I sat and picked up my cards, and Anna was none the wiser.
That’s all for now! More coming soon!
Alexa
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fart lover
my last post was suppose to say, i liked your story dana. so, i liked
your story dana, the one about farting in your room instead of in your
family tv room.
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leslie
i dont realy have any stories
but y’alls are funny
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Charlie
About 58 years ago I sat my bare behind down flat on the smooth damp
concrete where the driveway met the garage door and squeezed a little
round turd out. It was very erotic, the resistance of the turd meeting
the concrete and the dampness and texture of the driveway against my
cheeks and legs. I was three or four years old then. I have never
outgrown the desire to figure out erotic ways to take a crap. Since
erotic is kind of taboo on this site, I’ll let it go at that, but all
those exciting nerves seem to be congregated right close to the butt, you
know.
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The prof
A startling fact!
No matter how much you chew it, you always Poo sweetcorn out in whole
kernals. Sweetcorn Poo is one of the greatest mysteries in life. When we
chew corn, the outer coating slips off the inner kernal. This outer
yellow coating is almost entirely cellulose, and is indigestible. It
passes through the gut untouched, and emerges looking like a whole
kernal, although it is mostly just the outer skin. The inside of the
kernal is starchy and digestible, and that is the part that we succeed in
chewing up. So now you know!
Felixs Poo log
Date and Time: 24.01 at 10h30
Place: School
Quantity: 8 x 2 inch pieces, about 10 smaller pieces
Texture: Mushy and loose
Colour: Dark brown
Farts: A long wet one to start Loud, A few short soft ones in the middle
Smell: Real smelly. Would linger for about 10 minutes.
Skid marks: Quite a few because it was loose and mushy
Satisfaction factor: I prefer bigger more solid dumps, so this rates a
6/10
Hey ~ just dropped a log in a glass. I’ve also logged out in the sea with
people swimming all around, sitting with my bum hanging over the branch
of a tree, in a forest, on a road (in the middle on the solid white
line), in a sandpit, in my mum’s flower bed, on the green on a golf
course. Bet none of you have shitted in as many places as me. The
challenge is where to drop a huge turd next – any suggestions?
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Saturday, January 25, 2003
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Jenny
TESS – No! my boyfriend did not see of hear me go outdoors, but I did
once go in front of him and it sent him wild.
One morning he was in the bath and I was all ready to leave for work.
Having eaten a very large meal the night before, I was now bursting for a
poo and I knew that I could not hold it in for long. I told him that I
needed to go and he said that if I was that desperate I would have to go
in front of him.
He was turned on by the fact that I was dressed all in black (business
suit, pantyhose and high heels), now he wanted to watch me do a poo.
Then I had a massive urge to go so I went in to the bathroom and stood in
front of the toilet, I felt slightly embarrased about pooping in front of
him but another massive urge was the deciding factor.
I lifted my skirt up above my waist, pulled my pantyhose and pants down
to my knees and sat on the toilet, I sat there for a few seconds until
the next massive urge came and I just let it happen.
Several lumps of poo came out in quick succession and splashed into the
toilet, my boyfriend was looking at me with his tongue hanging out.
Then I did a couple more more lumps which splashed and made my bottom
wet, he did’nt seem to mind the bad smell. Then I did a spurt of sloppy
poo and a loud wet bubbly fart.
He pleaded with me to phone in sick so that we could spend the day having
nookie, but I had to go to work that day. I spurted out some more sloppy
poo which produced another bubbly fart and a large soft lump also came
out, I sat there for another minute and decided that I had finished.
I stood up and wiped my bottom clean, he said it may be a good idea if he
was to wash my botty for me before I pulled my pants up. I flushed the
toilet and waddled over to him in the bath with my pantyhose and pants
around my knees, I sat on the rim of the bath with my bottom over the
water. He washed my botty thoroughly with a flanel and dried me with a
towel, I stood up and pulled up my pants and pantyhose and pulled my
skirt down straight. I washed my hands, kissed him goodbye and left for
work.
How about you Tess, have you ever pooped in front of a bloke ?
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MEAt-LoVeR-galz
hi all!!!!!
That’ve been a long time since i post my last story.
This time i just want to ask you guys:
-Why steak make the feces hard and dark?
-Why my feces always stinky (silly question ha?)
-Why i am very gassy when taking a dump (silly too…)
-Why i always produce so much thick and disgusting mucus when i have
diarrhea?
-How to control my hard sound fart like braaappppp!!! in a public toilet?
-Why rubbing my ???? make the feces easier to come out?
-Why we always turn on when seeing our opposite sex taking a dump?
-Are you spiting your mucusy spittle first b4 wiping your ass like me?
-Why vegetable make your feces even more stinky?
That’s all my fully heart question!! I hope you guys or galz like to hear
and answer my Q as fast as posible! C’mon, i need your opinion!!
See yaa,
Agnes the Meat Lover galz!!!
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I have a question for all reading this forum???
Has anyone ever got a good enema from their parents as a kid or teenager
and was the enema given with a combination hot water bottle enema bag or
a open top enema bag..?? Did the enema hurt, cause cramps did it clean
you out completely? Did you ever cry while getting the enema? Did your
parents force you to take 3 or 4 quarts??? If it caused you a lot of
cramps, please inform all of us as how you feel about enemas?? WE WOULD
LIKE TO KNOW…Well thats it for now, see you soon stay well and take
care!!!
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Thom
I have not posted for a long time but continue to read the posts each
day. I discovered this site when there were only about 100 pages on it.
Several recent posts hit home so thought I would write. To JW my family
was always very private about bathroom stuff but at some point my brother
and I began to share the bathroom when we had to dump. A lot of the time
it would be after school when we got home and both had to go. I had been
listening at the door when he would go in to take a dump and one day he
was having a super hard time going. When he came out I asked him why it
took so long and was he having a hard time? He said that he was having
hard time and that kind of opened the door for us to talk about it and
share the bathroom. I told him that I was constipated too and asked him
if he wanted to keep me company. We dumped together until our early 20’s.
I don’t think he ever had the same interest in this that I do but he
never declined the invitation when I asked hi! m to keep me company.
Marc, would love to hear some stories about you and your twin brother!
To the unnamed poster regarding taking a nap after a constipated dump. I
had a lot of constipation problems like yours when I was your age. A lot
of times I would be really tired after taking a really hard dump. When I
was about 14 I started sneaking suppositories out of my grandparents
bathroom to help my constipation. When I was 16 I found an old bulb
syringe and taught myself how to take an enema. Who taught you about
enemas? Have you ever tried suppositories? There is an early post by
Fernando, a teen with bad constipation. He tells about taking a really
hard dump after several days of not going, and after he finally finished
he went in for a nap.
I still have problems with constipation and usually use a couple of
glycerine suppositories to help me go. I have also been using an enema
more than I used to. Brent C. are you still here? I have not used a
ducolax suppository for years but thining of trying them again because it
takes the glycerine ones so long to work. I still have to strain and
grunt a lot even with suppositories. Just the way I am. I eat a healthy
diet and exercise but am still constipated.
I like the posts from the guys who like me suffer from constipation.
Carlos are you still here? Hello to Drew, Daniel UK, Craig, Jacob G,
Brad. Zip like your posts alot. Used to be a lot more doorless stall out
here on the west coast ten years ago. I like using a doorless stall.
Reminds me of the school days when we had no doors on the stalls. I miss
the days when I could drop my pants and shorts and have a dump while my
friends were standing at the stall talking. Would love to hear from some
of the guys who, like me, used to post a lot but don’t anymore.
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Traveling Guy
I know the moderator doesn’t like us to comment on the masthead pic, but
the young lady in her nightie sitting on the pot in front of an open
window reminds me of a pooping experience. Not long after I’d moved from
one city to another, I went back for an overnight visit. After an evening
out with old friends, I found myself in front of a locked door and with
no key at the house of a friend who invited me to spend the night. He
hadn’t come home yet. It was late and I was very tired, so I went to the
house where I used to live, a place subdivided into apartments, and
knocked on the door of my former neighbor, Tammy. She invited me to crash
on her living room couch.
Next morning, I heard Tammy in the adjoning room taking a shower,
flushing the toilet, and the sounds of breakfast being fixed. I’d been in
her place before, but only as far as the living room. Tammy said ‘yes’ to
my request for a shower. She gave me a towel and led me through her
bedroom to the bath. It was a huge one, probably converted from some
other type of room, and it had a large, double-hung window, like the one
in the masthead pic. Tammy had a only a very thin cafe curtain in the
window. I guess she didn’t care, because there was a school across the
street amd maybe she didn’t use the bath much when class was in session.
Also, I found the bathroom door fully open and behind an opened closet
door which swung from the opposite direction. This seemed like a
semi-permanent arrangement, so I let t be. I figured Tammy wouldn’t come
in while I was using the bath, and I was right, almost.
After my shower, I could no longer delay what I’d put off since the
previous afternoon and evening – taking what I knew would be a monster
dump. As I plopped my bum on the pot, I wondered how Tammy couldn’t be
bothered by so little privacy, but that couldn’t stop me now. I dropped
one of those logs that coils around in the bowl, followed by some smaller
kin. My stink was really strong, but the sense of emptiness was terrific.
Then I started to pull off some TP and, OMG! There was only a little bit
left, hardly enough for the job.
Now at that time, I wasn’t as open about being seen on the potty by
others as I would later become, so I looked for some tp alternatives.
Nothing, no was to dodge the bullet. Only one thing to do: call Tammy to
the rescue. She came quickly and saw my predicament, apologizing for her
poor hospitality. Just as quickly, she came back with a full roll, but
she had to cross from the door, on the far side of the room from me, all
the way over to the potty, by the window. I could see her catching some
furtive glances of my butt, trying to fight a little smile. Then she
quite openly wrinkled her nose, mocking the smell, and couldn’t hide a
smirk. She left me to the task at hand. As others have reported here, I
got a little rush from being seen on the pot by my old neighbor, and I
think she did, too.
At breakfast she repeated her apology but said not to worry, she’d seen a
few guys on the can before. I told her it was okay – more than I admitted.
BTW – I accidentally posted anonymously the other day about some fellow
employees, with comments to PV and ~* CANDI *~. Sorry.
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After dinner pooper
I took my wife out for a meal on her birthday, I had taken her shopping
that day and bought her a black flower patterned dress and a pair of
black knee length high heeled boots. She had been constipated for two
days and decided to wear the dress as it was loose around her waist and
the boots because it was a cold night.
When we sat down at our table she said that she felt like she wanted to
poop but could’nt. After our main course she said that she was going to
go and sit on the toilet and try to go, she came back after five minutes
and said that she only managed a couple of farts and was really blocked
up solid.
When we were ready to go home she said that she felt that she really
wanted to go, I told her to go and sit on the toilet and try again.
She went into the toilet and went into a cubicle, out of curiosity I
crept in and went into the cubicle next to her. By now she was sitting on
the toilet, I heard her strain and she farted. She groaned a couple of
times as she continued to push.
I could see under the cubicle partition that she had moved her feet back
and was resting on the toes of her boots and was leaning forward, she
strained really hard and sounded like she was going to cry. She wimpered
as she strained again, then she said “Oh God” and really gave a big push,
there was a “kaapppllluuussshhh” as a massive turd came out of her and
splashed into the toilet, a couple of seconds later she strained again
and there was a “kaapppllluuuttt” as a second big turd dropped out of her
botty, she almost cried with relief.
Her boots were resting back on their soles and heels again as there was
the sound of “plop” “plop” “plop” “plop” as she dropped smaller turds
into the toilet. Then she did a wet fart and dropped a load of sloppy poo
out of her bum, she sat there for another five minutes before doing a
combined wet fart and dropping more sloppy poo. She then stood up and
started to wipe her bum, it was really smelly in there.
I crept out of the toilet and she came out a minute later, she said that
she had managed to go and had done quite a lot, I pretended that I did’nt
know. She said that she had left her load in the toilet as it would not
flush away and suggested that we leave before someone found it. At least
she went home a happy girlie having had the biggest shit of her life.
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