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Cassie
I have another couple stories to post. First of all, two days ago a
friend and me drove to the nearest Mexican restaurant, and had lots of
food. I had chicken, so I wasn’t in bad shape, but my friend, Elizabeth,
had lots of refried beans, chicken, some weird soda drink, guacamole,
chips, and loads of other stuff. She was driving, because she was 2 years
older than me, and had a driver’s license. We were talking, when suddenly
I saw her bite her lip, and her face got all scrunched up. Suddenly, the
car started to smell. “Are you okay?” I asked Elizabeth. “Yeah, I’m
fine.” she said, and continued driving. About two minutes later she was
groaning, and started farting. “You sure you’re feeling okay?” I asked.
“I got to shit really badly!” Elizabeth said. “You want to stop at that
gas station and go there?” I asked. “No, I’ll hold it.” Elizabeth said.
Ten minutes later, her face was totally distorted, and she was biting her
lip. I could see her ass was tensed, so I said, “You want to pull over
and go in the woods?” Elizabeth said no, so we continued driving. Two
minutes or so later, Elizabeth said, “I can’t hold it any longer. I’m
going to pull over and go in the woods.” Elizabeth pulled over
immediately, and I got out of the car. “Why haven’t you gotten out?” I
asked.

“I’ll shit my pants if I move,” she said. “Well, you’re going to shit
them if you stay there too, so try your hardest not to shit, and run into
the woods!” She slowly pulled herself out of the seat, and instantly
pulled up her miniskirt. Elizabeth tried to move to the woods, but she
was squirming, and said that she was in too much pain. I told her to lean
on me, and I’ll help her. She leaned on me, and I tried to help her move
to the woods. She was trying so hard no to shit, that she was biting her
lip until it was bleeding, her butt was completely tensed, and she was
groaning. Finally, we were in the woods. Elizabeth was just standing
there, and I looked at her. She managed to whisper, “I’m in to much pain
to pull down my panties, and I think that if I touch that area to try and
pull them down, I’ll crap in my pants.” I offered to help her pull her
underwear down, and she agreed. I pulled her underpants down. She looked
slightly happier, but she was still in a lot of pain. “Why don’t you shit
now?” I asked. “I need to crouch down, and I’m in to much pain to move!”
Elizabeth said frantically. She was still trying not to shit, but I could
see a large end of a turd poking out of her ass.

“On the count of three, you are going to crouch down…ONE, TWO, THREE!”
I said. Elizabeth crouched down, releasing a half groan, half scream in
agony. She sat down there, muscles cramped, trying to poop. I could tell
that she was very constipated, and she wanted privacy, so I walked a bit
away, and turned my back to her. She kept groaning and farting, but
nothing was coming out of her! Finally she asked me, “Will you come here?
I want to squeeze your hand…sometimes that helps me shit.” I reluctantly
agreed, and she grabbed my hand. Instantly, it was squeezed with a
pressure so intense it was all I could do not to scream. I watched as a
giant piece of shit-about two inches wide-emerged from her ass. Elizabeth
kept on pushing this monster out, and pretty soon it was 11 or so inches
long! I was amazed! Then, Elizabeth finishes pooping this piece of shit
out, and proceeds to let out another log like 8 inches long and probably
an inch and a half wide! Finally, when I thought that she couldn’t
possibly have to go anymore, she started pissing. Ah, she’s done, I
thought.

Then, Elizabeth let rip an amazing stinky fart, and I looked down at her
to see if she was okay. Then, as if in slow motion, I see diarrhea
fountain out of her ass, and pool on the floor that she was crouching on.
It went on for an amazingly long time, and when it finally stopped, I
asked her if she was okay now. “I’m much better now. Lets get in the car
and go to your house like planned…and please don’t tell anyone about
this, okay?” I promised, and we got back into the car. About ten minutes
later, I realized that Elizabeth was farting, and squirming again. “You
okay?” I asked. “Nope, I’ve got to shit real bad!” “Oh, you want to pull
over again, or do you think that you can make it to my house?” I asked
politely. Personally, I hoped that she could make it to my house.
Unfortunately, Elizabeth said, “No. I’m going to shit in the car now if I
can’t get out soon!” Elizabeth then, while pulling over, managed to go
over a bump. The bump started her pooping into her panties, but she
caught it soon, and was out of the car quickly and into the bushes. I
came outside to see if she was okay, and she said that she was glad for
the company.

She had diarrhea explosions in the bushes for about 20 minutes, before
being able to stand up without shitting. I told her to let it all drain
here, but she said that she needed to get to my house before she got any
sicker and couldn’t drive the car. I said fine, and we got into her car.
Oh gosh, within minutes Elizabeth was squirming, and suddenly she said,
“I can’t hold it any longer, I’m going to shit in my car!” and she
started crying. I managed to produce a towel from the back seat, and she
sat on it. She was still driving, and she still hadn’t shit yet. She kept
getting increasingly weird, and then suddenly her whole body contracted,
and her ass exploded with shit. The shit filled the towel, and started
flowing onto the seat. She was crying, but by that time we were almost at
my house. Suddenly she started pissing too, and she was in hysterics.
When we got to my house, Elizabeth parked the car, and tried to stand up
without smearing the shit all over her car.

My parents were gone for the weekend, so Elizabeth didn’t feel as
awkward. We were walking up the pathway to my house-I was carrying all of
Elizabeth’s belongings-when suddenly she, while standing up, started
shitting in front of my house door. I unlocked the door, and once she was
done shitting, she ran to my bathroom, and continued to shit there. I
left her alone because that was what she wanted, but when she had been in
there for over two hours, I started to get worried. I went into the
bathroom, and she was still shitting! I asked her if it had gotten solid,
and she said that it went between rock hard, and diarrhea. I told her
that I was really sorry, and she said that it’s okay. An hour later, she
got out of the bathroom, put on pajamas, and by that time it was
midnight, so we both went to bed.

Two or three hours later, some terrible smell woke me up. I looked
around, and realized that in her sleep, Elizabeth had shit in her
sleeping bag! She was still asleep, but the smell was so bad that I
tapped her. “Elizabeth, you shit in your sleeping bag!” I told her. She
sat up, grunted, and puked all over herself. The puke was beans, and
chicken, and everything that she had eaten for dinner. Then she started
apologizing, “OMG, I’m so sorry, Cassie! I really didn’t mean to cause
you so much trouble…” I told her not to worry, and gave her an extra pair
of pajamas. We both went back to sleep, except for now she was sleeping
in my spare bed, because the sleeping bag was COMPLETELY soiled!

Around seven o’clock, I woke up. Elizabeth was still asleep, so I let her
sleep. I fixed a breakfast of toast and eggs and bacon. It smelled really
good. I had just sat down to eat breakfast, when Elizabeth stumbled into
the room. She said that she didn’t feel good, but that she thought that
it might be because she was hungry. So, she ate a large breakfast. We
were going to go to an amusement park that day, but it was clear that
Elizabeth didn’t feel up to it, so we just hang around. We were both
reading, when Elizabeth cried, “I think I’m going to be sick!” She dry
heaved a couple of times, but nothing came out. “You’re going to be
fine!” I told her. She said she hoped so, and that she was going to sit
in the bathroom and read. She said that it would make her feel better if
I went with her, so I went with her to the bathroom! We were talking
because she said that she said that that made her feel better, when
suddenly she said, “Sorry!” turned around, and puked in my toilet! She
stopped puking, and we talked for another twenty minutes before she
announced, “I’m going to hurl!” and turned her back to me and puked!

While puking, though, she seemed to let go of her bowels, and diarrhea
started streaming out of her ass! She was crying, and hurling and
shitting all at the same time! This continued for about 4 hours (with
pauses, of course, although she never completely stopped shitting…).
Finally, there was nothing left in her system, so even though she’d
heave, only mucus and stomach junk would come out. So, as it turned out,
we spent all of Saturday and into early Sunday morning in the bathroom.

Finally, I looked into food poisoning. From her symptoms, she had an
extreme case of food poisoning, and wouldn’t be completely well until
Monday evening. But, by Saturday afternoon she had stopped puking, and
only had a bad case of the runs. So, we went to the amusement park, and
one of the fast rides upset her stomach, but she hadn’t eaten anything,
so she puked mucus all over me, and then proceeded to have bad diarrhea
in the seat. Unfortunate.

Anyways, on Tuesday when she was at home, she apologized to me, and I
promised to never tell anyone the story. IN some ways, this made us
closer friends! WOW!

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Proverbs
PROVERB #001:
For those who choose to take a seat,
bless your neat and tidy soul!
But for those who choose to take a stand,
stop reading, and watch the bowl!

PROVERB #002:
If often you feel tired and beat
drink lots of water to keep you healthy and fit!
But if often the potty is your #1 seat,
maybe lay off on the water a bit.

PROVERB #003:
Sit a child on the potty
and you relieve her for an hour.
Potty train a child
and you relieve her for her lifetime.

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When I use the shower I like to piss in the drain or my pants gbefore
using it!!! Someday I want to try yo poop them!!

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Canadian guy
Hi I’m a Canadian guy eh and I’m 20/m from Vancouver BC if you want to
know. I’m also around 6′ 1″ and about 180 Lbs. Oh yeah, I’m white, if
that seems to help your image of myself.

Well anyways I have always been fascinated by toilets and bathroom
functions since I was young. I don’t tell my family (lol) but it is
there. (I also love hockey. Ice hockey that is, for you Brits, and
military history, but that’s anothr subject for another time.)I have a
very long story to tell as to how I developed my fascination (NOT
obsession) with females and diarrhea.

Anyways I remember when I was nine years old in elementrary school I
developed this crush on this other girl in my class. I kept it a secret
throughout the schoolyear but was always secretly thrilled whenever she
noticed my existence. She had a very cute face and had siny long brown
hair and dimples. Anyways on to the story.

We went swimming in the local swimming pool one time as a field trip and
we had eaten lunch before we went into the water. We all got assigned
random partners to keep tabs on each other in the pools (it was and still
is a large rec. centre) and to my secret delight this girl I liked was
assigned to me at random. She and I went around the centre, swam, played
“water-basketball” (A mix b/w water polo and b-ball) and went on the
ropes and the diving boards and such. She was wearing a yellow “kid’s
bikini” ( for lack of a better term… technically it wasnt a bikini but
it exposed her ????). I remember thinking her flat and soft ???? was very
cute as well. However, all this would be drastically altered within 20
mins of swimming. We were getting along swimmingly (pardon the pun) when
her expression changed to a desperate looking-frown. She also started
bending over at the waist and groaning. (we were in shallow water.) I
asked her if anything was wrong and she said she was fine, just that her
???? wasn’t feeling too well. I had my share of stomachaches as a kid so
i thought it was no big deal. All of a sudden she shut her eyes and bent
deeper at the waist. She groaned again and said that her ???? was hurting
her real bad. I asked if she had to use a bathroom and she said yes and
fast because she was having a diarrhea attack. I couldn’t believe my
ears. Being naive as I was, I thought that diarrhea was the preserve of
boys like me, not perfect girls like her. Then, just as suddenly, she
heaved a sigh of relief and stood back up. I asked her if she still had
diarrhea. She said that it was gone and she felt a bit better. We went
back onto the pool deck and we were just talking about something else
when her expression changed again. Once again she heaved out a weak
“ugh!”, bent over at the waist, and this time she was grabbing her bare
???? with her right hand. It was obvious that she was paying the price
for not getting rid of her diarrhea earlier when she held it in. Without
further ado I helped her to the ladie’s bathroom but it was unfortunately
out of order. She was getting really desperate and she put both her hands
on her now-quivering ????. I took her to the guy’s bathroom but she
refused to go in. I said that she had no choice and better go in now or
never. Finally her bowels won over her dignity and she dashed into the
guy’s bathroom, thankfully it was totally empty at the time. I told her
not to come out until it was empty again because as soon as she shut the
stall a few men came in to use the urinals. Even from outside I could
hear her releasing waves of diarrhea into the toilet. I felt disgusted
yet strangely turned on by this experience, as I found out that girls get
real sick too. When she finally came out she looked very weak and was
still bent over and rubbing her ????. I asked if she was ok and she said
she was, but her expression said otherwise. Suddenly she heaved “ugh” and
grabbed her bare belly and dashed into the stall again. This time she was
clearly peeing out of her butt. The smell was horrendous. Thanfully the
bathroom was empty except for us. Again I felt gross but also turned on.
She finally came out after another three or four waves of watery poo,
each accompanied by a sharp groan in her high-pitched voice. She looked
even weaker and her ???? was visibly sagging and contracting within
seconds of each other. I took her to the nurse’s office and explained
that she was sick with diarrhea, but she gave me this look that pleaded
with me not to tell this embarasing secret. However by th time she did I
already told them so it was too late. They let her lie down, wet and all,
onto a cot and put a hot water bottle on her ????. She started to relax
and i left her alone so she could rest while I went out to report to the
teacher and tell her that my partner was very sick and asked if I could
swim with my other (all boys) friends. She said ok and I played with them
the rest of the full afternoon field trip. On the way back to school the
girl I had a crush on was still feeling queasy and we had to stop once at
a gas station on the way home so she could run like a maniac towards the
bathroom while holding her (now covered of course) ????. Once back at
school everyone went straight home including myself. Later on I found out
that she was sick for five days before coming back to school. I felt
sympathetic, but also “erotic”, imagining her helpless on the toilet.
From then on I was always interested in female diarrhea stories. (but I’m
NOT a pervert thank goodness)

BTW I know that the movies “Held Up” and “Two Weeks Notice” have
f/diarrhea scenes in them (saw them both at friend’s houses). Does anyone
know of any others I should notice? Also the manga “Love Hina” has an
episode where the female lead gets “Montezuma’s Revenge” in the airport,
and that the Anime “Chibi Maruko Chan” has an episode dedicated entirely
to their little elementrary school heroine getting the runs.
(euphemistically called “Maruko has Belly Pain” online)That’s all I know
for now. Thanks for bearing with me it was a long story I know.

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Lone Ranger
Hey Chili, and I thought I was the only guy in town who cared about
that…
Well, 2 days ago I had a weird day. Around 7:30 in the morning I was on
my way to university. When I got on the tramway I suddenly saw the driver
coming out of the small public toilet just across the sidewalk of the
stop. Guess he really needed to take a pit stop…
Further along my way I had to pass Karlsplatz, a long filthy subway
passage, well-known place for drug dealers… Coming out of the subway
passage I came into a small park, lots of homeless and drug addicts
gathering in groups. Suddenly I saw a woman with a little girl maybe 4
years old at the edge of one of the lawns. She was holding the girl over
the lawn in the classic toddler girl pose, knees pulled up to chest and
bottom sticking out. Most obviously the kid was peeing in plain view of
all people. When the kid was done the woman shook her bottom a bit and
put her down to pull her jeans and panties back up. I was a bit surprised
she’d let the kid pee that openly, because sometimes parents get caught
by the police doing that. I think it’s cited littering public grounds
(whereas letting your dog crap all over the sidewalk is usually not
persecuted at all ;-))

Last summer I spent a week in Greece (High school graduation trip, most
people regard it as the main target to remain as drunk as possible all
day long). We had several parties in remote areas, so even the most shy
girls had to resort to peeing in the bushes. One night I decided to go to
a nice secluded beach with a girl I had a crush on, and suddenly said:
“Wait a second, i gotta take a piss!” (she actually said “Warte, ich muß
pinkeln!”), which is in my experience pretty uncommon for girls. They
mostly use euphemisms). She ducked behind a bush, not 2m away from me
(and thinking back I guess her butt must have been clearly visible for
anyone passing by in a car, the bush was very close to the street) and I
heard her clothes rustle, then her pee hitting the ground. More clothes
rustling and out she came. In never actually got to watch her though.

Stay tuned for more Greece stories.

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Luke
This is in response to Raziel. I’m a strict vegan, so I’ll answer your
questions,

Length? It varies, anywhere from 3″ to 15″
Width? Always very thin, usually no thicker than an inch
Texture? Really soft, and extremely easy and fast to pass
Smell? It only smells really bad when you eat lots of beans or garlic, lol
Color? Very light brown (#11 on the table of colors)

A vegatarian or vegan diet keeps you very relugal (no constipation..
ever), and loads are very easy to pass (it feels great too, compared to
before I had this diet). You also go alot more too, depending on the
level of fibre you take in. Hope that answered your questions.

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JoelJack
To Jake M.:
Just read your entry about your buddy Alan. I’m not gay either, but, I’ve
also been turned on by the going-ons in the can. I think it’s cool that
your co-worker is really comfortable around you, and you should probably
be the same. I think that’s probably why you’re turned on. The fact that,
something so personal, that’s usually done in private, was shared with
you. It’s almost voyeuristic. I don’t think you’re weird. I think there’s
alot more of that happening than most people let on. Remember, most
people can’t choose what turns them on. They can only choose how they
react to it. C

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Cassie
I have a bad history with soiling myself, and I want to tell some of them
now, so that they will stop haunting me. Oh yeah…also, I get sick
really easily…motion sick, car sick, sea sick, and like sick with an
illness. First of all, last year i was taking a jog around central park
(i live in NYC) and suddenly i felt the need to crap really bad! I
started running faster, because i can never hold both crap and pee for
long. The pressure quickly built, and i was at a full sprint through
central park to try and get to my house–pretty far away from central
park–in time. So, i got out of the park, and was running down broadway,
when suddenly, I felt my stomach muscled contract. While running, I
grunted, and started running faster. Then, suddenly, I felt a long hard
turd comming out of my anus. I was in so much pain, that I ran into a
little alley, and doubled over. I started rubbing my stomach, and
suddenly, i guess i rubbed it to hard, and the hard chunk of poo came
out. I smiled, because It was rock hard, and wasn’t going to soil my new
tight jeans. Then, I felt another stronger push, and diarrhea poured out
of my butt at an alarming rate. I doubled over once more, and ended up
crouching on the sidewalk, pooing in my pants. i thought that I was
sheltered, but when I finally looked up from soiling myself, there were
people pointing at me, and laughing. I had a giant spot of brown all over
my jeans. I ran the rest of the way home, completely humiliated. Once I
got home, I sat on the toilet, and had another fit of diarrhea.

Another story was this year (I’m 16 now) I was working at a shoe store. I
got their early, and since i didn’t feel the need to take my normal
morning crap, I didn’t. About an hour into the job, i got the urge. Since
I normally poop diarrhea or super runny/mushy poop, I got really worried.
I asked if I could take a quick break, but the store was busy, and I was
told no. So, I walked around for a while, helping people try on shoes.
But then, I realized that if i wanted to remain clean, i’d half to stop
moving. I asked the person at the cash register if I could do that
instead…I said i was feeling sick to my stomach. The person said sure,
so i sat down. For a while that worked, until i started to feel something
warm leak into my underpants. I started squirming terribly, sat up
straighter, and one hand was tightly clamping my butt cheeks together. My
boss comes up to me and asks if I’m feeling okay. Normally i’d say yes,
and just hope for the best, but I was in to much pain. “I feel like I’m
going to be sick!” I croaked, and then felt another great leakage of poo
slide out into my pants. He told me to run to the nearest garbage can,
puke, and come back, because today was very busy. I said fine, and ran
outside. There is no bathroom where I worked, and i was dying. I was to
far away from my house to go home, I couldn’t hold my poo for much
longer, and i couldn’t poo in a public trash can. I ran into barns and
nobles, and ran up 3 flights of stairs into the bathroom. The stalls were
all full, so I asked if anyone would be out soon. I was greated with a
sound of somebody puking, one of somebody letting out a large poo, and
another of a kid crying that she was going to be sick, and then puking.
Well, I wouldn’t be going into any of the stalls now! So, I pulled down
my jeans and underwear, jumped onto the counter, stood on it, and
crouched over the sink, and crapped a whole load of poo into it. Nobody
had come out of the stalls yet, and i was anxious that nobody see my poo,
so I ran out. I wasn’t completely done pooing, but i figured that I’d be
able to make it through the day. So, i ran back to the store, and even
though my pants looked funny, I managed to be able to be at the
cashregister, so nobody knew. About an hour later, though, I felt nature
make it’s call again. Warm, diarrhea leaked out of my butt. I started
biting my lip, trying to get it to stop, but i couldn’t. I ran up to my
boss, said that i was going to get rid of my breakfast right now, if i
didn’t go puke now! He said “Can you make it to a store or trash can
outside?” I said “No! I can bearly hold it now!” I faked an “i’m going to
be sick now–the puke is coming up” jesture, and my boss promptly gives
me a giant trash can, and tells me to go into the farthest back room with
the shoes. I did that so quickly, and he closed the door for my privacy.
I turned on the light, and felt another flow of warm diarrhea flow into
my pants. I quickly pulled off my pants, and positioned my butt over the
trash can my boss had given me. I’m a pretty loud pooper, even if it is
only diarrhea, so I tried to controll my flow. But, I couldn’t, and soon
I realized that. Then, I let rip. I produced an amazing fart, and started
going diarrhea in the trash can, and on it…i don’t have good aim. Then,
something un anticipated happened. I started pissing. My pants by my
ankles got completely soaked. I finally thought i was done, stood up, and
started letting rip diarrhea again. This continued for an hour and a
half, until my boss knocked on the door to ask if everything was all
right. I said yes, but i still felt queazy. He said stay there for a bit,
then come out and work. I stayed there, sitting on the trash can, for a
while. I was feeling SO much better, that I threw off my underpants, my
pants weren’t dirty, and walked back in the store. My boss was a real
b****, and he wouldn’t let me go home, even though he believed that I had
gotten sick twice! So, i worked there for a while more, until suddenly,
while bending down, I got the urge terribly! I said sorry, and ran into
the back room, grabbed the trash can, and just pooped into it, with my
pants on, because i was going to violently to take them off. When I was
done, my pants were a mess, I was soaked in diarrhea, and it was still
five hours before i was allowed to go home! I was so desperate to go
home, and i’m not scared of puking in front of people, that I was willing
to try anything. I went to the little kitchen in the back of the store,
and grabbed a container of milk. I am lactoce intolerent, so I soon
started to feel very sick. I drank another three cups of milk, and then
ate some doritoes for good mesure. Then, I walked out back into the
store, and sat down at the cash register. It had been an hour, and
normally i get sick from milk sooner than this, so i was starting to
dispair, because my anus was about to have another explosion of diarrhea.
Then, suddenly, I got the warning in my stomach. I stood up, frantically
walked halfway across the room, looking for something to puke into, and
then started puking on the floor. My puke was full of mucas, and milk,
and was orange, with little lumps in it. Then, halfway through my puke,
my butt let loose a GIANT explosion of diarrhea. It actually shot out of
my pants, and pooled on the floor. When I had stopped showing my
breakfast, and having diarrhea explosions on the floor, my boss
grudgingly let me go home. I took a taxi, and the ride was bumpy, so I
shit myself again, and puked on myself. I looked like hell, but when I
finally got upstairs to my apartment, I felt much better. After putting
on comfy clothes, I decided to take a shower. Warm water has always done
something for me, so the second i got into the shower, i started to shit.
OOPS! I don’t want to talk about the rest of my day, because it involves
lots of shit and puke, and cleaning the whole house of my shit, so that’s
all for now!

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Michelle
I took a laxative for constipation one eve but it didn’t work. Took
another the next, to no avail. Next morning my fiance and I went to
breakfast then to IKEA. It hit me there. Bad. Found a bathroom but both
mens and womens are closed for cleaning! Locked. So I ask for another and
they direct me. Anyone who has been to an IKEA store knows, it is a maze
and you have to tracel the whole huge store to get anywhere! So between
the maze and the long line when I arrive, I lost it. I actually made in
my pants in IKEA! I am a 29 year old female! I lost some of it while
walking, I stopeed due to a cramp and let some go, then while in line. It
was a huge mess but I wore black pants. I threw out my underwear in the
bathroom and cleaned up best I could, with others waiting. I think my
fiancee knew but he acted as if he didn’t. Good boy!

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Louise (from France)
My answer to Vapeur’s survey:
. Are you male or female? F
2. How often did you pee outside when you were younger? very often.
expeicaly in the good season, when I peed outdoor almost dayly
3. Compare that to how often you do now. I pee a lot outdoor still know,
but being adoult I have to do it more discretely, so not so much as when
I was a kid
4. How morally acceptable is peeing outside where you live (optional[not
that any of these are required!]: post where you live) Here in France
peeing outddor is quite a well accepted thing, expecially in the outdoor
or in particular circumstances. Mostly men pee roadside, but many women
accept to do it on emergencies
5. Do you think it’s more acceptable for boys, girls, men or women to pee
outside? Put them in order, and explain why you think so. For me it is
acceptable for everybody of every ages. Being a bit maniac about higenyc
condition I prefer to let the young children, bot sexes, peeing outddor
instead of using dirty public toilets, full of potential infections….I
was taught to do it from my mum, and I did the same with my children..
6. What are your views on peeing outside? I like to do it
7. Do you prefer peeing outside to in a toilet? obviously outside, I pee
in toilet only out of home, intead at my house (and at my sister’s and
some dear friend’s) I prefer to pee in the bidet instead of using the
toilet

Curiosity: How many girls there have peed in a bidet? How often do you
happen to do it?

Pleasa write more about peeing, it is all pooping storeis on thie board
atthe moment!!

Lol
Louise

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jj
He there!

I’m so glad to see that theres more than just me into this poop stuff! I
often wish i had a third eye attached just above my bum so i could see
myself shit. So until my wish comes true, i use mirrors, or digital
camera, but I’m terrified of a nasty splash doing some damage!

I always had one big question,ARE GIRLS/WOMENS BUM THE SAME AS GUYS? I
mean i can do a pretty fat long shit? but can a gal do as fat and as
long? my fattest is as wide as a lynx deo can, and 12 inches long.

Another idea was that toilets should have a unisex option for those that
would like to poo with the opposite sex, in those small stalls that allow
others appreciate the lovely noise and smells that only a true poo can
make!

Happy pooing

XXX

J.J.

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Raziel
TO JENNIE:

Your turds are monstrous! I bet you’re the type of girl that eat a lot
and not gain an ounce. I’ve noticed that slim women with high metabolism
are the biggest poopers. Do your logs slide out easy?

To answer your question, I try to be quieter.

Oh, share more stories about your long and thick logs.

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eli
Now that its summer I will have to tell gym stories instead of college
library stories !! Today I woke up late and had some Capn Crunch cereal
with my mom before she went food shopping. After she left I headed for
the gym and got there about 11AM. I went into the gyms bathroom which has
three stalls with reflective white tile walls and mirror like stall doors
like the ones you find in airports. By the way anyone have any airport
stories? Anyway I went into the middle stall and exploded from my coffee.
Wow it was like a tidal wave of crap. I felt like Krakatoa had just
erupted. I had to flush immediately so as not to scare anyone off!!!
After about five minutes, this very well built bodybuilder came into the
stall next to me and locked the door. He got naked and sat down very
comfortably on the toilet. I of course could see the entire thing on the
reflected wall through the partition. His body was magnificent, probably
had a 29 waist or so and a large v shaped torso with a perfect round
formed muscular bubble butt. This was like watching a movie. He looked up
at the ceiling then closed his eyes and began to turn red. I then began
to smell something awful as he started moaning and making faces. Then I
heard a super long crackling noise as the guy leaned forward then jerked
back with his eyes closed going AAAAWWWWWWWWW! The dude began talking to
me, he said in a strained voice, “OOOH GOD, I Gotta stop taking so much
creatine! Its killing my insides.” I said, yea buddy I know what you mean
the same thing happens to me.! Then he began shitting in earnest again
and I saw him perpendicular to the floor with his entire ass in view on
the pot, I could see how big his hole was opened as this humongous log
slowly inched its way out while this poor dude suffered and turned almost
purple. His entire body was purple, if this was a movie the next scene
would have had him literally exploding in there. Finally he sat up and
caught his breath, wiped and left. How could anybody lift weights after a
dump like that. I would have to lie down, but he was back out there doing
his routine!!! He did not know it was me and about an hour later I saw
him at the juice bar so I went over and started a conversation. We just
talked about our workouts and what we do, then I casually asked him if he
takes any supplements. He told me that supplements can have an effect on
your digestive system and I thought to myself, THEY SURE DO!!!!!! I
witnessed it firsthand! We said so long and I will probably catch him
next time. Hopefully in more places than one if you know what I mean!!!!!

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Brian
Maureen has given me the answers to Gregg’s Survey.

1. What’s your height & weight? Answer 5 ft 5 inches , 230 pounds
2. What’s your ethnicity? Answer W.A.S.P.
3. Do you eat tons of food and not gain an ounce (high metabolism)?
Answer I eat a lot but have stayed at this weight for a few years now.
4. How WIDE and LONG are your typical logs? (inches). Answer. 12 to 16
inches long for the biggest log, sometimes accompanied by a shorter
jobbie of 6 inches long or some fat balls. 2.5 inches fat but if Im
really constipated I can pass a 3 inch thick turd.

Although Greg asked for women’s answers for those who may like to know
here are mine.

1 5 ft 8 inches, 230 pounds, same weight as my big sister.
2 W.A.S.P. like Maureen of course.
3 Also tend to put on weight, but cycle in the good weather and play golf.
4 Same size as Maureen’s jobbies but I have only rarely passed one 3
inches fat, but Maureen does them that thick quite often just like my
Mother.

Poo Queen, I have seen a grey stool. It was solid and formed and was
passed by someone who had had a tooth removed and had swallowed the
blood. Now this would usually result in their motion being black but this
person, a lad at my school had a condition which meant that he secreted
less bile than most people and his jobbies were usually light khaki putty
coloured, I saw quite a few of them, big light tan coloured turds. On
this occasion he actually mentioned it to myself and some other lads and
we went into the Boys Toilet at school to have a look. Sure enough in the
pan there was a big fat log but it was coloured steel grey like an ingot
of metal. It also had a very strong smell!

This brings me on to the colours of turds I have seen over the years,
from black to white and many shades in between. The black ones were done
by a lady friend who likes to eat very rare steak etc and thus her
motions are usually black, the other black stools were when my Mum was
taking Iron tablets for anaemia and she did a huge black jobbie a few
days later, the Iron tablets making her constipated, which was so big it
stuck in the pan to my great delight when I saw it, an 18 inch long log
which was 3 inches fat at the start and tapered down to 2.5 inches then
to a point for its last 3 inches. 6 inches stuck up out of the water and
it sure stunk from the Hydrogen Sulphide. When I myself took Iron tablets
a few years later I did a similar big black jobbie.

The white turds were the ones passed by the bloke I mentioned above and
by Maureen when she had jaundice as a teenager. This also made her wee
wee very dark and it was strange to see her big fat white turd in the pan
with almost black water. The other notable white one was done by a woman
co-worker who had a barium meal for a suspected stomach ulcer. She passed
a big white jobbie in the Ladies Toilet where I was working then and as I
was working late alone I went into the ladies after all the others had
left and had a look at the big white lump sunk to the bottom of the pan.
Most of the turds I have seen over the years have been some form of
brown, from light tan to the brown of dark (plain) chocolate. I have seen
a solid green jobbie, not that usual as green stools are usually loose or
diarrhea, but have not as yet seen a blue one. I believe some people eat
or drink blue food colouring to pass these on purpose?

In another post I will detail some of the different shapes of jobbies I
have seen and done.

BTW can anyone tell me how to get a copy of the short film “Boomerang”
about the woman who does a big floater in her boyfriend’s toilet and
removes it when it wont flush away puts it her handbag which is then
stolen. I dont mind paying for it, or if it can be downloaded?

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Holy
I walked into the ladys bathroom at a local race track and went into the
stall and screamed HOLY ????. There was a turd atleast 5 inches in
diameter no shit and a foot long. It was well bigger then the hole where
the toilet drains by probably twice the size, it was kind of lodged in
the opening and came out of the water and was resting on the opening in
the front of the toilet where the seat is cut out. I don’t understand how
anyone could drop a turd like this. Its seems impossible for your ass to
open up this big. I assume the chick that dropped this off was in a great
deal of pain and it probably took quite a while of some serious grunting.
I figured to see blood, but didn’t see any… the chick hadn’t even wiped
or didn’t leave tp behind if she did. Well i was just astounded on how
anyone could shit that big but i got to get to bed my boyfriend is
getting mad… laters

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Bryian
Yesterday i went to this party…i ended up drinking a little. I had
strawberry daquri’s…Well i come home and went to bed at 11:30. Around
2:30 i started dreaming i was in a store and i had to keep finding the
bathroom…or running to the bathroom, something of that nature. Well all
that comotion woke me up to find out i had a stomach ache/discomfort
possibly from the little alchol i had, im not a big drinker. Well i get
out of bed and go to the bathroom. I must have sat a good bit and i
dropped some small soft little 3″ turds and some balls too. I felt like i
was gonna have diahreaha but i never did. I noticed nuts in my turds, i
had consumed nuts the day before. And when i wiped there were chunks of
nuts on the paper. After wiping i went back to bed. I decided to flush in
the morning for some reason…usally i flush right away unless im in
public…well g2g bye

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C in FLA
Hello fellow potty heads! I’m a long-time lurker/first-time poster For
the purpose of introducing myself, this may be a litte long-winded; I
promise to be more story-oriented in future posts.
I stumbled across this site about three years ago, one day at work when I
was bored shitless plugging in raunchy phrases in ***search. Talk about
tailor-made! I have always gotten a huge emotional charge whenever a
female customer is desperate enough to ask to use the bathroom–which
happens to be right behind my desk, with a paper-thin door. Seriously,
from my vantage of about 15 feet away, I could hear the difference
between a sitting, hovering or standing pee! That’s right, standing: A
gorgeous sales rep who came by 2 or 3 times a month always went into the
bathroom, pulled down her pants, straddled the toilet facing foward, and
fired away. I swear she must have been taking diet pills for her figure,
because she would piss louder and longer than I would after the better
part of a six pack.
I have also been priviledged, in the nine years I had that job, with
female coworkers who would percieve, understand, and eventually indulge
my interest in their bodily functions. Often, in the middle of a
conversation, one of them would go into the bathroom and just continue
talking with me through the door, knowing full well I was listening as
she sat bare-assed on the bowl. And I’ve lost count of the number of
times my female coworkers would cut loose a loud and nasty fart while I
was practically right next to them–some sort of bonding ritual, no doubt.
Unfortunately, I’ve moved on to a different job, where not only is there
no unisex single-seater; there’s no chance to check my favorite web site,
since every time I toggle between the company web and internet explorer,
I have to reenter my login name. So instead of being an eavesdropper at
work, I’ve found a way to be an eavesdrop-ee at home.
My bathroom window, like the apts above and below me, faces an open
catwalk staircase which acts as an echo chamber: I can hear every
conversation up and down the hallway, while anyone on the stairs can hear
me take a leak or drop a load. I thought of a situation where I could
surprise someone: since I don’t get home from work until after 1:30 AM,
I’m usually still awake when the morning newspaper is delivered by a
young latina lady. So a few weeks ago, when I heard her van pull up, I
went into the bathroom, and when I heard her on the stairs, I started
peeing, leaving the light off so I could look out the window.
Unfortunately, my stream was not too strong, and she must not of heard
me. A few nights later, as she walked by my window, I flushed the toilet,
and she stopped for a second and looked up, then walked away. OK, the
echo chamber is working. I waited a week or so to try again, but I
couldn’t get my stream started until she has passed my window; if she
heard anything, I couldnt see her reaction. That was two nights ago; last
night I went for broke. As soon as I thought she was kinda close to my
window, I turned on the light and, standing sideways to the toilet so I
could look out the window, started a monster piss which I had been
holding at work all day.When I finally trickled to a stop, I turned out
the light just in time to see her walking away and laughing into her cell
phone! Looks like she got my message…I hope she knows that if she ever
gets caught short, she can come and knock on my door. Some of those
delivery routes can take over five hours, and with no fast foods and very
few gas stations open, whats a girl to do?

[BTW…I am not a flasher/perv…the window in question is a very high up
jalousie type, looking in you can only see the ceiling]

I have a lot more direct pissing and crapping sightings and experiences
I promise less exposition, more action next time…just ask!

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david
Sunday morning poos are the best. Too much food on a Saturday with a
curry followed by 8 pints of lager Saturday evening means my Sunday
morning poo is the pan splattering highlight of the week. I love Sunday.

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TK
hey ppl
this is my first post, but i have read a good bit of the posts here and
it has finally made me realize that im not some kind of freak for
enjoying see members of the opposite sex (female, ima guy) go to the
bathroom. Thanks for that subtle reassurance. Im a shy kind of guy, so i
have not seen many expiences of your calibre, but i do take advantage
every once in a while. I guess i would just like to show my support to
this site by submitting a post and by encouraging some of the posters.
Speaking of that, I utterly enjoy many of FAT WOMANs posts about her
mother specificly, and many others that i cant name now (its my short
term memory…), but anyway, i love to hear your posts, and sorry if im
not very active in the posting, i have a very busy schedule as a sheriffs
deputy. keep up the posts!

P.S.-TK-421 is the name of a stormtrooper in Star Wars for the curious
ones…

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Sunday, May 23, 2004

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