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Sean
First to Annette: No my poo never hits my sac but I do have to hold my
penis down to make sure my pee goes in the bowl. When I was a lot younger
I remember once I peed while I was pooping and I saw pee running down the
front outside of the bowl and onto the floor. I later figured out my
penis must have been pointing exactly at the gap between the toilet seat
and the bowl. But what an amazing coincidence that you asked your
question, because look what happened to me last night (Monday)
To all the ladies here; I think you are very lucky that this cant happen
to you. Some of the details are not right for this site but basically I
was at home looking through some magazines which had the effect they
always do on me. I knew I really should have peed before hand but it
didnt feel that urgent when I started looking at my mags, so I didnt
bother. Then, after about an hour of slowly flipping through the pages I
felt the first sensations of needing to do a poo. I never hold my poo in,
so straightaway I went to the bathroom, pulled my jeans and shorts down
and sat on the toilet. Now normally I would tuck my equipment down in
front to make sure my pee all goes into the bowl. But this time I
couldnt because of the state it was in. Almost immediately I felt my
butt begin to open and my turd started to push its way out. Unfortunately
that wasnt all I felt because I now needed to pee real bad. There was
nothing I could do to stop it and I could only w! atch as my fountain
shot out and splashed against the bathroom door making a big puddle at
the bottom. To make it worse, my turd was coming out so slowly it was
still hanging from my hole when my pee slowed down. So, again because I
was in the middle of pooping there was nothing I could do except watch as
my fountain died and came back across the floor and then across my
underpants and jeans soaking them in the process leaving the final drops
to run down my penis and make me all wet both there and between my legs
before finally dripping into the bowl. I was so disgusted with everything
I just pushed hard to get the rest of my turd out and it splashed noisily
into the water. I didnt bother to wipe, I just took my jeans and shorts
off and threw them into the sink and got some kitchen towels from the
kitchen to soak up the puddle. I finished cleaning up the bathroom then
cleaned myself up in the shower and threw my dirty clothes in the washer.
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Bryian
To Chelcie: Enjoyed your story.
To Rolling: Enjoyed your story..are all your friends open like that?
To unnamed poster: about constipation..liked your story.
To Leah: Liked your story
To Ali: Loved your story..that sounds like a monster of a dump you had!
how big was it?
To Brian: IM not sure about that, i’ve heard it too..they say when you
push it feels like a BM.
To Jonny the Jonny Brush: What is tazmanian trots? Liked your
story…yeah introduce diana to this…she might like it..she seems
really intrested in your pee/poop habits. cool
To unnamed poster: about your and your bf liked your story
To Katie: Liked your story
To Trouser Jon: Enjoyed your story
To Annette: Thanks for replying…no i don’t hold my sac up when i poop
it doesn’t interfere with me pooping.
To unnamed poster who visted the hospital..liked your story
To Sean: Liked your story.
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Bryian
To Annette: Thanks for replying…no i don’t hold my sac up when i poop
it doesn’t interfere with me pooping.
To unnamed poster who visted the hospital..liked your story
To Sean: Liked your story.
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Wednesday, August 13, 2003
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Raging Urophile
Darn! Another post misses the board. Such is life I suppose.
I am really pissed at these restaurants that have a capacity in the
hundreds, yet only have one stall in the mens’ room. Although men, on
average, don’t crap as long or store as much shit as women, there are
still some men who can hog a stall for 15 minutes or more. It takes me
five minutes just to wipe my ass. I frequently have to go without
warning. I am sure other men have to as well. I am therefore amazed that
more men do not shit their pants in restaurants. Tonight I went to a huge
well known restaurant that I have been visiting for 35 years, and had to
drop a load. I was fortunate that no one was in the lone stall, or I
would have had to enter the womens’room. I would actually love to have an
excuse to enter the womens’room, but not when I am with my folks. Why is
there no ordinance that requires a minimum number of stalls for men, that
is predicated on the capacity of a facility? Am I the only man who has a
problem with this?
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Chelcie
Sry i haven’t posted in so long. i was up at the Wisconsin Dells.
Student- I think that girls are or can be just as nonshy or whatever as
guys are about pooping and farting. we just don’t fart in front of guys
normally usless we know them well becasue we don’t know how thet’ll react.
Heres another story. I was at school and i really had to go but was
afride to ask the teacher becase i think that most guys would laugh at me
or something. (i really don’t think that most guys at my school even
belive that girls poop.) I held it in until lunch then went to the
bathroom. 8 out of 10 stalls were full. i went in to the end one which
was emty. i pulled down my thong and shorts, peed for a few min. then
started pushing.(normaly i don’t push but we have a short lunch and i
didn’t want to be late for class.) at first it was solid but after the
first 4 logs it turned to dierrea after 20 min i didn’t even fell colse
to being done but the bell rang that was for the end of lunch so i
stopped pushing, wipped, and left, i thought that i might be able to get
a pass from a teacher later on if i had to go again but i didn’t until i
was on the bus home. i sat on the back seat, thats where all the older
kids try and sit and sinch i got there first i got it. there was n! o
boys around me so i just told one of my friends that i had to poop really
bad and she asked why don’t you get that trash can out of the back of my
seat and poop in it? i said ok and thats what i did. it was another
dierrea poop and even messer than the first. i told my friend to go up
and ask the bus driver for some klnext for me to wipe with. i never knew
if any one found out anbout my poop becasce it was the last day of school
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Rolling
Some things I know about my friends who come over for pool parties Friday
through Sunday night:
I have a friend, Jana, who has an incredibly hard time when she needs to
BM on the toilet. She usally sits for at least 30 to 50 minuts on the
commode. Usually, she can’t go at all even when she realy needs to.
My friend Sharon sometimes won’t eat lunch because she says she’s
constipated.
Meloni gets constipated every time we go to Seatle. Sharon comes out of
the bathroom and tells us, “Mels going to be a few minuts becaus she
trying to have a Bowel Function”.
Shelly has a regular BM every day, even when we travel.
Diane M. has to take Metamucil to build up enough bulk to have a BM in
the bathroom. She is oblivious to the concept of regular bowel functions.
She will stay at my house, drinking for three days, and never sits on the
pot — she just urinates in my pool.
Diane K. has to drink coffee in the morning in order to go. She goes
every morning to have her “stool”. She’s one of those girls who has a fat
and short (2 inch wide by 3 inch long) BM. She also has a bad habit of
not flushing the toilet before jummping into the shower.
At 10:00 AM Jill goes to the bathroom to ” Make A Move” as she calls it.
Kristin always has to strain to have a BM. She is one of those girls who
likes to show everyone her bowel movement after she is done.
Jackie Downhour has a difficult time going, she sits for 15 – 45 minuts.
She tells everyone, “I gotta use the pot for a while.”
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When I was about six I was soo constipated. I tried taking laxatives, but
they didn’t always work for me. Finally, my mom took me to the doctor and
I got an enema…finally I could go. Does anyone remember the story about
a girl who was really bunged up on a camp trip? (She tried when she
didn’t think anyone would bother her, but she was still constipated on
the way home. When she tried to poop at home, she finally had to pull it
out.) Anyway, I just wondered if anyone knows what page it was on…i can
relate.
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Middle Aged Crapper
I thought I would post what I think is a pretty good pee story I alluded
to briefly in my last post on p. 1166 of the archive–on my own saga of
struggling to pass urine for a mandatory drug test….
Back in 1990 I got a temporary, 20 hr. a week job at Hughes Aircraft
Company. This employer required a mandatory drug test, so I had to go to
the personnel office to give a pee sample before I reported for my first
shift. My bladder must have been literally running on empty that morning.
I couldn’t pass urine and had to ask the personnel staff for the nearest
water cooler so I could drink enough to give the sample to the
neighboring lab. I kept chugging cup after cup of water until the point I
thought I was subjecting myself to the open water hose torture. Finally
after one hour I needed to urinate! I dashed to a nearby bathroom, gave
them the cup ‘o pee they needed, and passed the test (I have never done
drugs nor do I drink or smoke, so I guess I have to indulge my impurities
in this forum). I was then sent to report for work. I thought this was
the end of story so far as my peeing that day was concerned. Boy, was I
wrong!
The office was in a compact space with many persons working closely
together. Almost immediately after arriving I felt the need to pee again
because I had tanked myself with water from the cooler. As Hughes works
on defense industry contracts for the U.S. government every full-time
worker needs a security clearance to even walk in the halls; and as a
part-time worker I didn’t have one. Unfortunately for me I have a deep,
booming voice (and even have a bass voice whisper). So I had to say
within easy earshot of all my new coworkers, “I’M SORRY EVERYBODY, I
COULDN’T PASS URINE FOR THE DRUG TEST, I HAD TO DRINK TOO MUCH WATER AND
NOW I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM AGAIN. COULD SOMEBODY GIVE ME AN ESCORT?
(it was awfully embarassing)”
Not surprisingly, the low guy on the full-time staff totem pole, a man
named Alan, had to escort me to the men’s bathroom (no, he didn’t go
inside the individual toilet stall with me!). I was totally tanked with
water. Every 15 minutes I had to “proclaim” to the office, “ALAN, I NEED
AN ESCORT TO THE BATHROOM AGAIN!” This happened nine times altogether
before I was finally empty. Although the first impression I made on the
job couldn’t have been that great as a result, I at least got to fulfill
the contract and didn’t have a day like that again.
A few responses to others at this point:
Pat: my longest constipation times as an adult have been 3-4 days. At the
end of these I finally poop either on the night of Day Three or the
morning of Day Four. I recall that when I was a little boy I may have had
6 days of constipation. My parents wisely took me to the doctor on the
morning of Day Six (this was an awfully long time ago and I can’t confirm
the absolute accuracy of this).
Traveling Guy: a belated response I admit, but that was quite a story
about your escorting that lady into the men’s bathroom when hers was out
of order. When you shepherded her out again when one other man had come
into the bathroom, you “threaded the needle” really well.
Queen Tiffany: another belated response, but I enjoyed your story about
dumping that big turd at the mall. As you noted in your own story, I also
love farting. Dry and wet farts each have their unique ASS-ets (no pun
intended). I find that dry farts are the most explosive and powerful, a
veritable “Let the Trumpet Sound!” My best farts are in the morning as I
wake up when I cut loose with all the pent-up rectal gas from the
previous night. Dry farts don’t smell quite as much so I cut loose with
them in the Los Angeles crowds all the time. Wet farts are weaker but
much more smelly. These are harder to blame on somebody else in a crowd;
and I always back away from others to cut wet farts. Wet farts sometimes,
though not always, indicate a turd lined up right behind. Wet farts also
get the anus dirty; and on a few days where I don’t actually take a poop
I still wind up wiping if I’ve taken a few of these types of farts.
Annette: you were fearful of approaching your friends about toileting. I
don’t have any toileting friends, either. But you might be able to feel
people out through humor. If they don’t laugh at toilet humor or don’t
want to talk about toileting (it’s best to talk about other people going
to the toilet first), they probably aren’t people with whom you can share
your interest. Carmalita would be the most interesting person to hear
from in this instance, as she has so many pooping friends. How did she
find them and how is she able to tell the difference between somebody who
is interested and somebody who can’t be approached?
Ali: sorry that pushing out that hard turd made you cry. One point of
advice you may want to ponder when pushing out a hard poo won’t entirely
eliminate the pain but may help get it out. When I do battle with a rock
turd, I give one heave and then take short breaths before the next heave.
That way the turd doesn’t recede back in my butt (as it would with a deep
breath) and I can get it out bit-by-bit.
Brian: I have no idea if a woman delivering a baby also delivers a turd
on the hospital table. The films I’ve been forced to watch in health
classes about baby delivery don’t show the woman dropping a turd, so
maybe it comes afterward from all that pushing. It would be riotously
funny if each and every one of us also had a long lost and forgotten turd
as a twin sibling.
(Anonymous poster): great story about peeing between the legs of a peeing
woman. What new means of toileting will people think of next?
I’ll Come Up With One…Someday: you were looking for potential story
ideas. You could think of an all time best pee and poo, stories of any
outdoor dumping, soiling one’s underclothes, or holding (where our forum
opinions are divided). I’ve noticed that stories of children going to the
toilet are posted if they’re from a writer’s own immediate or extended
family. Posts about the children of strangers may not clear the
moderator; and I guess the rules argue that there are too many stories of
very small “cute” children sitting on the toilet and we don’t need a lot
more of these.
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Penny
I have solved the problem of men peeing on loo seats. I have a husband
and two sons and years af education has not helped. I now do nothing but
lift the seat and sit on the bowl. No problem DRY!!
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Sean
Hi everybody just a few replies today.
To Candace: Im so glad you had a good poo and you are not constipated
any more. Also, I loved your story about the little girl in the next
stall. I have a niece whos 8 and she sometimes takes a long time sitting
on the toilet until her poo starts to come out. Im the same and I think
its maybe because as soon as I get the feeling I need to poo, I sit on
the toilet. I think sometimes my poo isnt really ready to come out so it
makes me wait.
To QueenTiffany: I really liked your story. Do you normally poo standing
up? I have tried that and just like you I find my legs get tired if my
poo is taking a long time to come out. Also I can relax and enjoy it more
if I sit down.
To Ash: Thanks so much for replying. Your stories are incredible. Can you
please please tell us about the time your mom saw your poo coming out?
Please Please.
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mike
To: Jen
Here is my answers to your question? Staining the tub No. Stand it will
go down your legs into the tub
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Gop
Candace, nice story about hearing the girl poop.
What was your poop like after all of that? And
could you give a little more detail of the other
girls load that you saw?
Keep up the good posts!
Joe
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pantyhose girl
to amy:
have you ever pooped into pantyhose????
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Leah
To Jen – Well, the easiest in my opinion is to stand up and pee. I have
peed in the shower a few times before, and it’s always boring squatting.
I like to me a bit more adventurous, so I stand up, hold my pussy lips
together, and just pee. Sometimes, depending on how much I go, the floor
on my shower will start to smell kinda like pee, so I take a little
shampoo and pour it on it to wash away the smell. I suggest doing that,
so no one else finds out what you did. And I really don’t think that it
would stain the tub, but I don’t know. If you think it will, then stand
over the drain and go. Hope i helped!!
Something really random happened here last night. It was like 3:30 A.M,
and I was sleeping, when all of a sudden I woke up and had to take a
crap. While I was sitting on the toilet pushing out my poop, I kept
starting to fall asleep. Well right before I was about to wipe my butt, I
dozed off and like about 20 minutes later I woke up and wiped myself.
Just something I thought I’d share with you.
Oops, I forgot to reply to Amy’s story!!!!! Sorry sweety!!!
To Amy – Sounds like a great poop you had!!!! That seems really fun that
you watched yourself poop in your panties through a mirror. How did it
feel? Well sorry, but i’m really running out of time, and I really hope
to hear more stories from you Amy!!!! Lata
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Amy
This is to Jen, sweetie if you want to pee in your shower go right ahead!
I do it all the time and no it wont stain anything at all. As far as how
you do it, standing or squatting is really up to you. I mostly just stand
and let my pee go! Doesnt really matter because it all goes right down
the drain. Okies i hope that answers your question!
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Ash
Hi everyone I dont have much time today, have to get ready for school
on Monday. Cant wait to be a junior.
To JEN Ive peed in the shower, but that was only when the water was
running and everything got washed away very quickly. It didnt stain at
all. Oh yes, and I was standing up.
To JW Thanks for replying, that was so sweet and Im so glad someone
understands. I just cant go and sit on a toilet and wait endlessly for
my poo to come out which I know will happen if I do it every time I hear
Knock Knock as you called it. By the way, thats a cute way to say it,
I liked that.
To ANTHEA Anthea, you made me blush saying my writing was that good,
that was so very sweet of you. Thanks sooo much, Im glad you liked it.
Love Ash XXXX
To LEAH Glad you like my stories. Sorry, I would have posted another
one about Florida, but I had my accident in the mall after I got back and
I just had to tell everyone about it.
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Ali
Hey everyone! I got back from holidays a few days ago… just in time to
poop myself. I was gone for 15 days, the first 7 days I was pooping
regularly but I didn’t have one BM the last 8 days. When we got back we
went to a resturaunt by our house but I was feeling pretty sick and didnt
feel like eating so I decided to walk back to the house. I don’t know if
you guys have this but when I’m in a comfortable place like my house or
if nobody’s around I guess sub-consciously my butt relaxes and I have to
go, well when I got back to the usual scenery around my house it was
triggered. This wasn’t gonna wait 20 seconds let alone 5 minutes to my
house. Luckily I was in a park with a lot of trees so I went into this
group of evergreens and looked carefully around and quickly pulled my
jeans and panties down and let go. It felt like it was going to come out
fast because my stomach was pushing hard but it was too big and when it
opened up my ring and I let out a little yelp, it was so b! ig and hard
it was like passing a giant rock. It started moving slower and stopped,
no matter how hard I pushed it wouldn’t come out. On the verge of tears I
said “no!” because I just wanted it out it hurt so bad. But then I heard
someone say “what was that?” I looked through the tree and I could see a
guy and a girl walking in my direction. I pulled up my pants and walked
out through the other side of the trees and biting my lip I waddled home.
I got all the way to my back yard and by now my bum was throbbing and
tears were running down my face. I squatted down in my yard and held my
stomach when suddenly it relaxed again and the huge poo started to move
again. I reached down to pull my pants down but the turd was too far out
already and I just thought who cares as long as this comes out. I pushed
a little bit and there was a crackling sound and finally the big hard
part moved out of me and pushed down on the seat of my pants. I sighed
loudly and felt probably the most reli! ef I’ve ever felt, I just layed
on my side and let it flow out of me and into my panties but then I had
to pull off my pants and let out some of the poop because it was totally
overflowing. After what seemed like hours the poo was finally over and I
just layed there for about 20 minutes almost falling asleep I felt so
good. I got up and and stripped down in the yard and dumped the
basketball sized poop into the garbage because it would have to be broken
into about 10 pieces to flush it. I had to toss the panties because they
were stretched badly. I showered and washed my jeans just in time for my
parents and sis to get home and felt sooo much better all night. Well I
have to go so byebye for now!
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Megan
Jen- No, it won’t stain the shower at all. I usually just stand and let
it flow.
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jen aslong as you rinse out the shower after you pee in it and clean it
regularly, it usually doesn’t stain. i prefer putting my foot on the edge
and takin a wicked pee while im in the shower although squatting is easy
too and with sitting – its like going against a tree
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Brian
I have heard that when a woman is delivering a baby, it is common for her
to have a bowel movement, due to all the pushing, right on the table.
Does anyone have any firsthand knowledge of this that they would like to
share?
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Jonny the Jonny Brush
I pee in the shower all the time, and I never notice any staining. The
water is usualy running and all the pee gets washed down the drane. For
some reason, it’s all but impossible for me to hold my pee in water.
Last Friday was an interesting experience. I went over to Diana’s house
again for my lesson, but I had to ask her why there was no door on her
main bathroom, and what did her parents do when house guests had to use
the bathroom. She told me of the other bathroom up stairs inbetween two
of the bedrooms and told me that they got sent up there. As for the door,
it was taken off because it was starting to warp and a new one was going
to be installed.
Long story short, I had a case of the “tazmanian trots” that morning, and
I really did not want to come over for my lesson. I told Diana that I was
not feeling very good, and I may have a “rush call.” “goody” she
responded. Diana want into the kitchen and got me another very larg glass
of diet soda. I was feeling a bit dehydrated so I drank it down in almost
one gulp. It did not go through me like the last one did.
At any rate, we were working on the trombone solo from Sousa’s “Stars &
Stipes Forever” when my guts started so cramp something fierce. I put the
bone down and ran to the bathroom. No sooner then my butt made contact
with the porcelend (the seat was up for some reason and I didnt notice)
runny, stinky diareah shot out of my butt hole like a flood of
Mississippi mut. Diana laughed at me sitting on the rim of the toilet
with the seat up. It was as cold as a witch. I laughed myself between
splats of runny poop.
When I was finished, I wiped, flushed and we went back to our lesson.
When the lesson was over, Diana motioned me over to the bathroom for her
daily piss. It hissed out in a torrent in the usual manor. She said “Too
bad you aren’t feeling well. I was going to challenge you to a contest,
but I think we can wait until next Friday.” I was afraid to ask what she
meant by that, but I went ahead and asked anyway. “A contest to see who
can hold their pee the longest without having an accident. The first one
to have an accident loses.” I reluctantly accepted the challenge. The
results will be posted next Friday.
That’s all I have for now. Oh, by the way, I am thinking of introducing
Diana to this forum. I’ll put it to a vote. If you want me to tell Diana
about this site, vote “Yes.” if not, vote “No.”
Jonny the Jonny Brush
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Hi all; Im a first-time poster, but Ive been lurking for a while. I
like all the posts, but I like pee stories better than the poop ones, so
more pee stories, please! Anyway, the other day me and my boyfriend went
to see a movie, and after it was over, we both had to pee, but the lines
at the theater were really long, so we decided to go home and pee. We got
stuck in traffic, and it was 45 mintues before we reached my apartment,
and by this time we had to pee really really bad. So we ran into my
apartment and into the bathroom, I reached first and pulled up my skirt
and pulled down my panties, sat on the the toilet and started peeing. My
boyfriend was desperate by this time; he unzipped and was about to pee in
the sink, but I had stuff in there. So I moved all the way to the back of
the toilet, spread my legs out to the sides, and told him to pee between
my legs, so he did, with a look of relief on his face. It gave me a
rather *interesting* view of him, if you k! now what I mean. Anyway, just
thought you guys might like that storyhas anyone else done anything like
that before? Weve gone together lots of times beforeI can tell you some
more stories later if you want; I like to see guys pee, so if the guys
out there have any stories, Id like to hear them, too. Thanks for
reading!
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Katie
Whats up guys! I’m a 16 year old girl, 5’4 and about 110lbs. I was
reading about how someone was punished with laxatives and I can relate.
OK here goes…
About 2 months ago my mom started giving me laxatives for punishment, the
first time she did it I didnt even know until after I crapped myself
silly. She put some in my soup at supper time, then right after that I
decided to go to the mall. I put on tight jeans and white cotton panties
and left to the mall. About half way there I suddenly felt sick and
needed to poop bad. It was perfect timing too because I was about as far
away as you could get from a bathroom in the city and I hadn’t had a BM
in 3 days. I started to walk home because I was sick. I only made it
about 2 minutes and I could barely walk. I was in a park near my house
with a lot of trees and bush and nobody was around so I walked into the
bush a bit so nobody would see me crossing my legs. I decided to wait til
the urge went away but it didnt the pressure just kept building so I
started to walk home quickly. I was in my back alley when I had a giant
cramp and grabbed my stomach, there was so much pressure I! could barely
hold on but the cramp got a bit worse and I squatted down, thats when I
lost it. A big solid log forced its way out, it was so big it hurt but
the pressure kept pushing it out and filling my panties. After the big
part passed soft poop came rushing out and my panties were so full. I sat
there crying and pooped about the size of a football into my pants. I got
up and walked to my house, right outside my door I squatted and pooped
more into my pants. I tried to get cleaned up but I didn’t very well
because I was too tired I just showered for a long time and went to bed.
In the middle of the night I was so tired and sick I couldnt get up so I
gave up and let more semi soft poop into my new panties and just went to
sleep. My mom apologized she didnt think it would be that bad but I still
will never forgive her so I did the same thing to her and got away with
it, she had a really bad accident too. Anyway I have to go cya!
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sammy
hi i am a gril i was walking home from my firends house and i felt the
rush to go poop and i did go i my gril panties it stainde my pants and
got a spakending from my mom for pooping.
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Eric in Chicago
Jen: Bathtubs are made out of the same sort of materials as toilet bowls,
so if your pee doesn’t stain the toilet, it won’t stain the tub. Some
urinary-tract medications (mainly phenazopyridine and methylene blue) can
color your pee so much that it will stain both, but otherwise you should
be OK.
What many people don’t realize is that when you pee in the shower, your
pee gets flushed away with a lot more water than when you pee in the
toilet (showering uses *lots* of water). And, for men, any splashes get
flushed away rather than drying on the floor. Yet most people still think
peeing in the toilet is more “sanitary” than peeing in the shower. Go
figure. I think it’s basically a ritual-purity concern about what’s
“meant” for what.
Incidentally, I hardly ever pee in the shower, even though I like doing
it. Why? Because I forget to. I’ll be getting ready for the shower,
realize I have to pee, pee, flush the toilet, wait for the toilet to fill
so the shower temperature won’t be affected, and then realize that I
could have just waited and peed in the shower. Again, go figure.
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wetguy
I am 18 and male.
Just got back from vacation today and have been reading through the posts
that I missed. I will probably have more replies and definitely a couple
stories from my trip, but for now…
To INDY GUY – I’d definitely like to hear more stories from you. We both
certainly enjoy pissing our pants in the shower!
To CAMP COUNSELOR – I loved your story about being desperate to pee with
that camper. Personally, I would have been totally embarrased in that
situation. How old are you, and do you have any more stories???
-wetguy
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Chris
Jen…
Answer: How about “why don’t you try it and find out”? Think about it –
does pissing in the toilet stain the sides? Well, I’m sure with added
water your bath tub will least likely turn yellow.
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Bryian
To Carmalita: Loved your story
To Jonny the Jonny Brush: Thanks for replying…i had mcdonalds a few
days ago, I never got the shits this time from mcdonalds, i had breakfast
there..i guess breakfast is breakfast. Must be something in the meat that
does it, i won’t eat there for lunch or dinner. I loved your story too,
that sounds cool. I guess that was your first time you saw Diana on the
toilet? Oh btw, when was your last accident, you mentioned something
about almost peeing your pants.
To Amy: I enjoyed your story
To unnamed poster: liked your story from college.
To Student: Never seen that movie…if you see it post if it was any good.
To King of the throne: liked your storys…how old are you and the
campers?
To Penny T: Enjoyed your story
To nobody: Liked your story
To Molly: Liked your story…i don’t think that was right what your mom
did to you, then not let you get up to shit.
To Zip: Liked your story
To Phil: Liked your story
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“Trouser Jon”
During the very hot weather I drink a lot of water to stop being
dehydrated. Yesterday I had 3 dumps instead of one. The first was my
usual morning one, at home. The third one was in the evening, also at
home. I drank a bottle of sparkling water while out and that stirred
things up for me. I was on a ‘bus, dying for a pee. When I got off, I
went to the ‘bus station loos, and realised that I needed to do SOMETHING
ELSE.
I don’t like using those toilets to sit on, because they have fixed
pieces of wood on the toilets, which are cracked and surely can hold
germs. I tried without success to put paper down to avoid my bum touching
the wood, without success. When I got home, I had a shower.
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Eric in Chicago
Some Dude X: As for religion and the toilet…
Some devout Muslims make an effort to avoid facing Mecca while peeing.
Some former officials of the Church of Scientology report that the
“swirly” was used as a form of ecclesiastical discipline.
The Church of the Sub-Genius regards “excremeditation” as a sacrament.
Some “alternative” or “holistic” beliefs about appropriate stool
frequency, consistency, etc. are actually based on Seventh-Day Adventist
doctrine.
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King of the throne
Hey everyone i was at camp the last 2 weeks so i have some interesting
stories.
The first camp was in colorado and there were absolutely no regular
toilets, just latrines. Anyway there was something about the elevation
there that made me feel gassy and i took 2 or 3 poops a day instead of my
usual everyday or every other day thing. Also in the camp sites where no
one was staying the shit holes were almost full. i could almost feel the
steam rising off my poo. Also this one day there was one kid in the
latrine before me taking a crap and he must have been constipated or
something because it was 25 minutes before he came out. All this time i
was banging on the door and trying to figure out how to cover up the pee
spot on my pants. I eventually had to go so bad i just peed on the side
of the latrine. It felt really good.
The next camp was back in nebraska and we spent a night out in the woods
with nothing but a foxhole for pooing. I took one that was almost a foot
and a half long and then a pair of 8 inchers slid out. The girls and boys
shared one bathroom and this one girl before me let out a big load that
really smelled right when we got there. I peeked and saw atleast a foot
of cable coming out of her glorious ass.
Also this morning i took a huge huge crap.
It started off with alot of gas and a foot longer. then 3 or four 6
inchers and then almost a dozen little 2 or 3 inch long turds. topped off
with almost of minute of diareahh it really reeked.
Peace love and farting rules
K.O.T.T.
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J.R.
I’ve been checking this site out for a long time and Finally decided to
post a story. I have been playing “bathroom games for some time,at least
since early childhood. The first time when I was 7. The girl was the same
age,and she had to go to the bathroom. She wanted me to go with her. That
was OK with me since she and I had been playing “doctor” and I was
facinated with the fact that she had no penis. I wondered if anything
else was different. Anyway,She went upstairs(her mother was next door at
my house visiting with my mother it was summer.She pulled down her shorts
and panties and told me to watch. What happend next was great. The potty
was much bigger than she was,and she spread her legs until I could see
her anus. All of a sudden,she said in between grunts, “here it comes”.
Her anus spread open and a large light brown turd,huge in size came
slowly out crackling and sliding out. It must have been an inch in
diameter,and at least 8 incnes long.It ploped into the ! potty and 1 or 2
more smaller “dookies( as she called them) came out a little qucker. She
wanted me to wipe her,because she could not wipe herself(that was the
reason she wanted me to come in with her).When I finished wipeing her,and
flushing,she said”now it’s your turn to dookie”.I was hooked on bathroom
games by this time,and thought this would be exciting.I got on the potty
and did what she did.It took a few minutes,but all of a sudden Icould
feel a turd start to slide out of my anus.It was not as big,but she was
transfixed by it and said” do some more dookies”. I only could do 1 more
small but ever since then have been Hooked on bathroom games. Anybody
else interested,please post.
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Jen
Question: If I peed while taking a shower, would it stain the tub? Also,
would I stand or squat? What’s the easiest? Please let me know!
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Sheila
Hi, everyone,
It was my fortieth birthday on August 12th, it makes me feel really
ancient. But all my friends made it a wonderful day for me. The head of
chambers organised a great party at the office, there was a telephone
call from my daughter, Jane, all in all, it was really special. After the
office celebration, Vera, Ruth, and Aisha came to my home with me for
more partying. Jennifer the girl I wrote about a couple of weeks ago came
as well. She is a Private Investigator, I didn’t think we had any of
those in South Wales, at least not a girl, but she is a really nice girl,
one of the group now.
By the time I got home I really wanted a shit, champagne tends to go
right through me, and I’d had quite a few and other drinks as well. I
noticed Ruth was fidgeting around a bit as well. She was sharing my car
and Aisha, Jennifer, and Vera were in Vera’s car. As I pulled into the
drive I was really bursting to go and Ruth said she needed to go also. We
dashed indoors and ran upstairs. Ruth and I got our panties down in
double quick time and we just got our arse’s over my double toilet in
time. I gasped and clutched my stomach as a spurt of shit shot out of my
arse. I heard Ruth sort of groan as she shit too, but all I could do was
concentrate on myself for the moment. Another burst of shit spewed out of
me, I was pissing furiously as well.
“Oh, boy,” I muttered to Ruth, was that cheap champagne or the best.”
“The best,” Ruth moaned, as she shit again.
“If the best makes us shit like this heaven only knows what the worst
would do,” I said.
“Yeah,” Ruth laughed, pissing and shitting at the same time. “Oh, Sheila,
don’t make me laugh my guts hurts too much.”
Then Aisha came into the bathroom. She held her nose and gestured that we
were stinking the room out. She went and opened the window to let some
air in. The bathroom window opened onto green fields so there was no
danger of being seen or heard. For the moment both Ruth and I were
resting although, speaking for myself, my stomach was really churning
over, I wasn’t finished by a long chalk. By the look on Ruth’s face she
wasn’t either. She was looking into the crotch of her panties and
muttering that she’d stained them. I asked Aisha where Vera and Jennifer
were.
“Vera’s in the downstairs loo and Jennifer is in the communal bathroom at
the end of the landing,” Aisha said, “and if somebody doesn’t hurry up
I’m going to have to have an outdoor poop.”
“I’m sorry,” I said to Aisha. My stomach was stil churning but when I
pushed a little I only farted. I pushed again and only produced wind. I
knew that I wasn’t finished, but I said to Aisha, “get your trousers down
and you can share with me.” I stood up, holding my skirt around my waist
and grasping my panties and edging away from the toilet.
“Thanks, Sheila” Aisha said, opening the jacket of her trouser suit. She
unzipped her trousers and standing before the toilet she slid them down.
I watched as she settled her arse on the pan and I thought she can’t want
to go that bad. With her panties down across her knees she sat with her
arms across her lap. Her beautiful face looked so tense then, without
appearing to strain at all, she shit. First she started to piss, just a
small trickle then there was a huge explosion as her shit splattered into
the pan then, she was shitting with a continuous splashing into the pan.
“Oh, I really wanted to go,” she muttered to herself.
I guess all my guests were shitting their brains out and I was standing
waiting to go again. They say truth is stranger than fiction, and it
really is. By this time Ruth had finished and was standing wiping her
arse so I took her seat. She wiped herself three times and pushed the
dirty paper between my thighs and into the pan. She took her stained
panties off and went to my bedroom to find a clean pair leaving Aisha and
myself still on the throne. I shit again, the rest had eased the pain in
my stomach and this time I shit much easier, still very watery but much
easier. Aisha was taking a rest after her efforts and she leaned over and
kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for making way for her. We finished
on the toilet at the same time. Aisha reaching for paper just before me.
I stopped her and indicated for her to stand in front of me. Slowly I
wiped her arse. Aisha is a young woman, mid-twenties, and her arse cheeks
are still so firm and rounded. I wiped h! er three times before I was
satisfied she was clean. After she had pulled up her panties and trousers
it was my turn. I got up and turned my arse to her saying how horrid my
arse must look, so saggy at forty. She admonished me and said I had a
beautiful bum. I smiled, well it was my birthday, why shouldn’t I seek
for compliments. Both of the lavatory pans were full of soft, gooey,
yellowy shit. It took more than five flushes to get it all away. When we
had washed our hands we left the bathroom and I asked Aisha to help
herself to drinks and food in the kitchen. Ruth was coming from my
bedroom at the time and said she would help her. I went down the landing
to the communal bathroom. Jennifer was still on the toilet although she
was almost finished and this time I got to wipe her arse and what a joy
that was. Finally, when I went downstairs all my friends were gathered in
the kitchen except Vera, my oldest and best friend. I went to the
downstairs loo and tapped on! the door. Vera said, “it’s not locked.” I
went inside and my old friend was just sitting there. She’d had a really
good shit and was just through. This really was my lucky day as I got to
wipe the arses of three of my friends. After I had wiped Vera clean she
gave me a really huge hug, even before she had pulled up her panties,
followed by a really big kiss. It was so nice. I’ve known Vera for almost
fifteen years and I really love her. Afterwards we all continued to party
at my home and the only arse that I hadn’t got to wipe was Ruth’s, but
the night was yet to finished and surely I birthday girl can wish, can’t
she?
Well that was all a couple of days ago and now it’s all reality. My
beautiful home is going to have to be sold because of the settlement with
Greg. I had hoped to keep my lovely house but it is not to be. But I have
the consolation of a really great group of friends to keep me going.
Last, but not least I have found a really great group of mates on the
pages of this forum. I love to read the stories every day. You are all
like old mates to me and I wish everyone of you all the happiness and joy
in the world.
I’ll be writing soon about the rest of my party night and whatever else
happens,
Lots of kisses and all my love,
Sheila (South Wales).
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