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Susan
An interesting peeing situation:
My friend Stacy and I (and her 6 yr daughter)were at the shore for the
July 4th holiday (actually the 5th)just for the day. We didn’t hit much
traffic going down, but were stuck in a lot of crawling traffic coming
home. We were on the road coming home for about an hour (and with all the
traffic it probably was going to take another two hours before we got
home) and her daugther Hanna said she needed to pee. I was in the back
seat with her to keep her company on the long trip and I could see she
was fidgiting some. Stacy asked her if she could wait awhile and she said
she really had to go. There really wasn’t any good place to go on the
side of the road so Stacy said she had done the towel with Hanna last
year when they had gone to the shore. She asked me if I could take one of
the beach towels and fold it a few times and Hanna could pee into it on
the edge of the seat. I didn’t think it would work, and after I folded it
Hanna knew what to do and she peed onto the towel and then I put it in
the carry bag. I was impressed that it had worked and, quite honestly, I
needed to take a leak too and I really wanted to try it out. I didn’t
though at first, but then I think just having somebody go really gives
one the urge and I was really getting the urge, so about 10 minutes later
I asked Stacy if she wouldn’t mind me taking a pee on my towel. She said
she didn’t mind, but to try to do it slowly to give the towel time to
absorb it. I sat on the edge of the seat, took off my bikini bottom, and
folded and place the towel like Hanna did. I stared down and carefully
began to spurt into the towel. I was holding the towel a few inches away
and I could see my urine spurting into the towel. It was so weird to be
doing this. It was hard though stopping and starting the stream; I was
getting tears in my eyes because of the pressure and urgency. After about
a minute or two of spurting, I just couldn’t keep doing that and I just
began urinating full force for about 30 seconds, and let out a quiet sigh
of relief. I was so worried that the towel would start leaking, but it
didn’t. I could smell the strong smell of my urine and I quickly folded
the towel and put it in the carry bag and put another towel on top so
that the whole car wouldn’t smell like urine. That was an interesting
experience, and it sure felt good to be able to pee!
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Audrey: I loved your story, please tell more.
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Carly
My boyfriend loves watching me shit, I once was at home alone with my
boyfriend Coal, and I really had to take a shit, and I told him, he
fowlowed me to the washoom, I striped my pants and thong off, then I
squatted, and I sat there. then I help my breath and pushed, he loved the
strange look on my face from it hurting,then I pushed more and a head was
poking out, I new it was gonna be a big one,I pushed more, and some more
of it was out, then I kept pushing for about 10 mins, each push more came
out, then finally it came out, it was HUGE, it was 15 inches long, very
hard, not much to wipe and then me and my bf couldnt resist, we picked it
up and looked at it, and played with it a bit, then I took a pic of it
and traced it on paper, and since I am a good artist, I colored it, and
the poo looked just like how I drew it and then I develeped the pics,a
and since I traced the drawing, i scaned the picture to compare, and they
looked similar!
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I love watching girls relieve themselves. One time i was out pooing in
the woods and i heard a noise unlike most noises you hear in the woods so
i looked around the tree and there was the girl from the camp next to us.
She apparantly had not noticed me there because she was on the same tree
as me. So i finished my business quickly no wiping. Since she had barely
started i inched around and got on the ground so it would be difficult
for her to see me but i had a good view of her. She had already started
peeing and it squirted all over her legs and thighs and she laughed. Then
in the middle of her peeing her anus started to open up nice and wide and
you could see the poo poking out. Then the pee starting dying down and
she massaged her pussy then the poo started sliding out and she put her
hand back there and touched it and felt around her butt. She seemed to
enjoy the act of going to the bathroom quite a lot and let her hands do
much of the exploring. Then she touched around her butthole and the poo
fell out it was really hard and firm. Then she let out a large fart peed
a little bit and pulled up her pants and walked back to her camp. I was
so happy i wasnt noticed i still dream about that experience.
I was about to get onto the toilet in my apartment to have a poo when
suddenly my girlfriend ran into the bathroom(i had the door open) and was
pulling her pants down as she ran in. I could see she had to go really
bad…but by now i was on the toilet…so i told her to sit on my lap she
was reluctant but did. I started my poo and made some grunting sounds she
giggled and started peeing which got all over me and the floor and
toilet. I really enjoyed this. Then i finished my poo and she started
hers…it was noisy and she let out some farts during it. It was really
firm and brushed up againsnt my inner thigh it turned me on a lot. Then
it dropped out and she farted again. She started standing up to put her
pants up but then froze as her anus started opening again…and since she
was standing up bending over holding her pants it was right in front of
me but far away from the toilet. But instead of sitting back down she
just sat there bent over…and the poo came out and plopped on the floor.
I like poo but im not one for cleaning it up…so the next one which was
firmer i guided out of her butthole and it all came out into my hand and
i put it in the toilet. She did this 2 more times with small ones then we
were done.
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i havent posted in a while. Just a quicke, wo has fears of sitting on
public toilets just want to know
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Marina
Once we were going to my country house. For once i didn’t need to use the
bathroom, and i was very happy! i also didn’t feel a bit motion sick at
all. Suddenly Katie–who at the time was in ninth grade says, “Mom, can
we pull over? I need to use the bathroom!” but we can’t, beecause we are
on the highway. Suddenly there a gushing sound, and pee is streaming down
Katie’s leg. I was sitting in the middle of my two sisters in the back
seat, so I’m kind of worried that she’s going to get pee on me, but I
also think it’s funny because Katie teases me when I need to use the
bathroom. My mom says, “Katie, stop now!” but Katie can’t, and continues
to soak her light blue shorts. My other sister, Elizabeth (who was at the
time in 11th grade–now she’s going into 12th) started laughing. Finally
Katie is done peeing, and elizabeth and I have to try hard to stop
laughing. Suddenly twenty minutes later Katie gets this pained expression
on her face and squeezes her butt tightly. “Mom, we need to pull over
now! Or i’m going to have another accident!” My mom tries real hard to
pull over but we can’t. Suddenly there is a giant fart, a bit more pee
trickles out, and then a giant explosion of diarrhea. I was so scared (at
the time i was in 6th grade) that I jumped into my sister Elizabeth’s
lap, because I was scared that Katie was going to shit on me. Finally we
find a restroom, and Katie waddles out. Her seat is covered in diarrhea,
but my mom leads katie to the bathroom. elizabeth and I come along too.
My mom hands her soap and water-soaked towles, and Katie cleans herself.
We get back in the car. Another twenty minutes later katie says, “We got
to stop now!” but within 10 seconds of that statement she is shitting
diarrhea all over the car. it’s leaking into my seat, so i sit in
elizabeth’s lap. Once we get to our country house, Katie gets out of the
car. Elizabeth and I take one look at Katie’s pants covered in poop and
burst out laughing. We were laughing so hard that both of us almsot had
an accident. Needless to say, Katie has been alot nice to me when i say i
need to go from now on.
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Bryian
To Courtney: Enjoyed your story
To Ash.D: Loved your story!
To Fishbone: Liked your story
To The Mage: Loved your story…how come you had toilet paper on you?
were you planning to poop in the woods? and did you ever see that girl
poop?
No new stories to post on this time, maybe next week i’ll have more
stories when i see my friend or something
see ya
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I like to expermint so I pissed my bed this morning to see what it was
like. It was wet, warm & felt great!! I haven’t done it since I was a kid.
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Bubba
Brenda,
First off, welcome to the board! I found your post very interesting, as I
have always had a fascination with bladder capacity, particularly among
women. If I may ask, how did you find out that your bladder capacity was
a bit larger than normal? Was it due to the portable urinals being unable
to hold all of your pee, or have there been times in public bathrooms
where you realized you were peeing longer than most other women? You
mentioned that your “mega-bladdered” friend ended up using a long, narrow
pan. Was this because she was able to fill up the 1-liter modified
bottles that you and your power-peeing friend were able to use? If so,
that is pretty impressive! I wonder when she realized that her bladder
was greater than that of her peers? Have there been times in bathrooms
with her where she outpeed you by hefty margins, despite your own
larger-than-normal bladder? I wonder if other women in the bathroom
commented or simply stared in shock as her bladder continued draining far
longer than their own? I apologize for the bombardment of questions, but
it is a topic I enjoy. Thanks again, and please post more tales as they
come about.
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Adrian
Shela/Fart woman. Liked your post. I think more of the ladies should be
as honest and open as you about bodily functions. Farting is a natural
process in which the body expels unwanted gas (when you think about it,
it’s a form ox excretion) and there is no reason to be ashamed of it.
The Urban Spaceman. It sounds to me as though the call centre you work
for operated a very liberal policy on toilet breaks. Much depends I think
on the type of call centre in question but I’m sure there are some where
operatives have to ask permission for toilet breaks or have scheduled
breaks in the course of the shift which they must use or go without. I
don’t understand why some of your colleagues chose to poo in the cisterns
instead of using the toilets as they should be used.
I’ve had 3 good poos today. One this morning before I went to work,
another at lubchtime and another after tea. They all felt great!
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Today my sister Elizabeth (I call her Lizzie) and I went to an amusement
park. Katie stayed at home because she had a stomach bug. We were on a
giant roller coaster, and the drop was giant and I got scared and…and
suddenly I needed to poop, but we had just started, and there were like 6
more times around to go. Suddenly we went down a giant drop, and i felt
my rectum fill. I tapped lizzie’s arm and told her my problem. she was a
bit worried, but she said that if i pooped in my pants accidentally she
wouldn’t tell mom, and we could buy new pants. I was doing really well
until suddenly we went down a giant drop, and i accidentally pooped in my
pants. It was liquidy poo, and made a big mess. My sister Lizzie wasn’t
mean to me about it, though, because of her accident this year…when she
was in 11th grade!
This is the story of my sis Lizzie’s big accident when she was in 11th
grade. Mind you, she has had some before, but this is the one that
humiliated her most. We were at the local swimming pool, so a lot of
friends and my whole family were swimming in the pool. Lizzie hadn’t been
feeling wonderful all day, but she didn’t want to miss swimming in the
pool with all of her friends, so she came anyway. She was letting rip all
of these farts in the pool, but nobody but me noticed. She was swimming
near me when suddenly she stood up. She farted under the water and
suddenly a brown bit of water stuff came out of her bathing suit.
“Marina, help me get to the bathroom!” she said to me. she didn’t ask
katie for help, because this was before katie’s accident, and katie would
have made fun of her. Both of us got out of the pool (and only a few
people noticed that lizzie had pooed in the pool) and lizzie wrapped a
towel around her. she was wearing a light green bikini. we were walking
to the bathroom when suddenly there was a fart and an explosion of
diarrhea. it dribbled down her leg, and that’s how i noticed. lizzie made
her way up to the showers, and I came with her. She got into a shower
(they were open, so everybody could see you) and pulled down her bikini.
Suddenly, with her butt over, she exploded all over the shower and the
wall. Everybody turned to look at her, and she was dying of embarassment.
The shower was a mess, so we had to ask for a janitor to clean it up.
Lizzie was still feeling gross, and she wanted to go home. i had been in
the pool for a while now, so i said i’d come with her. we started walking
home. we hadn’t brought clothes, because we had planned on our parents
driving us home, but lizzie wouldn’t tell them that she had an accident.
About half way through the walk, Lizzie looked around, and in the middle
of the street pulled down her bikini and shit diarrhea all over the
street. we got home with no other problem, and lizzie got into the shower
there. in the shower, lizzie managed to shit all over the shower, and the
floor comming out of the shower. THen, for the next hour, lizzie sat on
the toilet having diarrhea. Finally lizzie decided to just go to sleep.
we had one old diper lying around, and lizzie put it on. no sooner had
she gotten into bed did she shit in it. we let her sleep. two hours later
my family came home, saw what had happened to lizzie, and were amazed.
when lizzie woke up in the night to have more diarrhea, i noticed that
her bed had diarrhea all over it. (we share a room in the country) the
next day lizzie was fine, but she hasn’t gone back to the public pool
since.
When I was in first grade, we had “nap time”…I think we called it
“Rest.” so we were at rest, and a teacher was reading a book to us.
Suddenly the person next to me (a girl named Hannah) sat up and started
puking all over the floor. I got scared and started moving back off my
rest met. It was a good thing, too, because suddenly from under her skirt
diarrhea came out everywhere on my rest mat. hannah went home early that
day. the next day hannah came to school, but during PE suddenly she puked
on the floor, and had diarrhea on it too, so she got sent home again.
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Bryan’s Reply To A Question Asked About His Story
Did I Check The Stall? No, I Raced Out To Fast To See Who The Character
Was And I Was Running Late For Class. That Brings Me To Another
Interesting Story. Look For BRYAN BR-YAN. I’m Going To Write This Next
One Tonight And It Smells Of Ass!!! It’s An Even Dirtier Story Concerning
Overhearing Someone’s Shit Experience. I’LL BE BACK!!!
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ammag
to mister peeper. I’ve read your stories about you watching your aunt
take a poop, and I must say that you should be happy. I would really have
loved too have a hot aunt that let me follow her to the toilet and watch
her taking a poop. be happy and please give us more of those stories if
you’ve got one.
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Linda
I had a few fantastic dumps this week that were very satisfying:
This week, I was feeling a bit bunged up but I wasn’t exactly
constipated. On Monday I could feel a fairly big, solid turd siting in my
anus but when I tried to push it out, not much poo came out. I only
managed to squeeze out some small, skinny logs and then nothing else
would come out. I was able to do several small wees. I even put my feet
up onto the toilet seat, so I was squatting over the bowl and tried
squeezing the turds out that way. That didn’t work either. I could still
feel more turds up there but they weren’t ready for me to push them out
yet. I spent about half an hour on the toilet. I felt better after this
dump but I would have been more satisfied if I had pushed out a decent
sized load.
On Tuesday, I woke up with a huge log sitting in my anus. I didn’t have
time to push it out in the morning, so I went to work. The urge to shit
came and went in waves and at one point I almost took a dump at work but
I just couldn’t. I hate squeezing out loads at work so I waited until I
got home. I went into the toilet and closed the door. I took down my
pants and sat down. I had to push really hard at first and then a small,
sticky poo came out. It broke off and fell into the bowl. I pushed again
and managed to squeeze out another small sticky turd. I pushed again but
I couldn’t get anything else out. I could still feel a massive, solid log
up my arse but it wouldn’t budge. I tried squatting over the toilet again
but this didn’t work either. I decided to wait until after dinner, as
sometimes eating dinner gets things moving. About two hours after dinner,
the big turd started moving slowly towards my anus. I waited for a while
and it felt as if the log was almost ready to poke its head out and then
I went into the toilet. I sat on the toilet and pushed but the urge
disappeared. I pushed for about five minutes but nothing happened, I
couldn’t even feel the turds up my arse anymore. I squatted over the
toilet yet again but it still didn’t help.
The next day, I went work and I had that familiar urge all day. The urge
stayed the same all day, not too bad so I got on with things and I almost
forgot about it. I could feel a rock hard turd sitting in my anus, ready
to come out. When I got home that day, I went straight to the toilet. I
pulled down my pants and sat down and did a big wee, then I started
pushing. I had to push for quite a while to get the huge log moving but
eventually, it slid out. It felt very wide and it came out in one big
long piece. There was more to come, so I pushed again and I squeezed out
another log about the same length and width. The big turds hurt my anus a
bit but they felt fantastic as they were sliding out. After these two
logs, I pushed out three or four smaller logs, which were as wide as the
first two and very solid. Then I did a big wee. I felt so much better
after taking that dump.
On Friday, I was at work when I got the urge to do a poo. I hate taking
dumps at work but this one was urgent, plus I wouldn’t have time to do
one after work (as I was going out straight after work). So I went into
the toilet and did a wee. Then I pushed and some very soft poo came
sliding out very easily. I felt better after that, but it burnt my
arsehole a bit. Then later on that night, I caught up with a friend who
was staying in town, at a hotel, for the weekend. We had been out for
dinner, had a few drinks and played some pool at Pot Black. After this we
went back to his hotel. I suddenly felt the urge to take a dump so I told
him I needed to do a poo. I went into the toilet and closed the door. I
did a wee first and while my wee was coming out, some fairly solid poo
slid out. It came out in three medium sized pieces and I had to push to
get a fourth piece out. There was still more up there but it wouldn’t
budge so I wiped my butt and pulled up my pants.
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Ariana
To AUDREY –
Your post wasn’t boring at all……it was great. Sorry, but I’m not sure
why it hurt so much when you pooped…maybe because theres was a lot of
poop that you had to get rid of??? I really don’t know. I’d love to hear
more of your stories.
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Saturday, July 10, 2004
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Claire
I was twelve, and was going to the store with my mom. I told her i needed
to shit when we were in the car, and she said, “later.” i can hold my pee
for 8 hours with only having to do the pee dance, but shit is a
completely different matter. i can hold shit for at most 20 minutes. so
we went into the store, and my mom promised me, “we can use the bathroom
when i’m done shopping. it’ll be soon…..” I agreed, but when we were in
the store for twenty minutes i got desperate. I had needed to shit for 30
minutes now…suddenly i felt a bit of hard shit come out, and i got
really scared. with me, i have a hard log, a mushy-and-undigested-food
log, and three waves of diarrhea at each shit almost always. you can
probebly understand why i was scared…also, i was wearing jeans and
sandles…i spend most of my life in sandles, flip-flops, that type of
thing. then, suddenly, a bit more poked out. “mom, i’m going to look over
there,” i said pointing to a dark, empty isle at the back of the store.
“you do that, hunny, just hurry back,” she said. i practically ran to
that isle. once i was there, i looked around, pulled down my pants,
squatted, and pushed. the hard log came out, and then a whole bunch of
undigested food. then i had diarrhea explosion number 1. it’s very hard
to have diarrhea when your pants are only pulled down far enough to go,
because it is very hard not to get it all over you. so i stood up. i had
diarrhea explosions 2 and 3 standing up. they were two of the worst
explosions i’ve had in my life, and they got all over the cans and stuff.
then i needed to piss, so i crouched down and pissed. by now the smell
was horrendus, and i gagged. a bit of vomit came up, and pretty soon i
was kneeling on the floor, puking up my lunch. i then went back to my
mom. i hadn’t gotten puke or poop on my clothes, so my mom had no idea.
we paid, and got into the car. suddenly in the car, i knew i was going to
poop in my pants if we didn’t pull over…and this time it would be only
diarrhea. i told my mom, but we were on the highway and could not pull
over. my mom gave me a bag to shit in, so i squatted on the seat and shit
in the bag. i was in the middle of a particuraly bad wave of diarrhea,
when i gagged and started puking. i quickly brought the poop bag to my
mouth, and puked in it. my diarrhea and puke, unfortunantly, got all over
the car. i was sick as a dog for the next two days, puking and pooping in
my bed, on my couch, in my bathroom. but then i got better!
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fartbean
I just want to ask a question. Does any one else have to pee a lot when
they are getting a cold? When I have a sore throat, I pee like crazy. I
also have interstitial cystitis (chronically irritated bladder), so maybe
that acts up when I am getting sick. I don’t know.
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Courtney
Haven’t posted in a while. Another thing that happened to me was the time
I shit my pants while on a road trip with my family. We were on our way
down to the Jersey shore from North Jersey, and of course, we hit traffic
on the Parkway. We were stuck in traffic for about a half hour when my
guts started to feel really crampy. All of a sudden my rectum filled up
and was ready to burst. I begged my Dad to get off at the next exit, but
he was stuck in the left lane. I tried to hold it, but couldn’t. I was
contemplating just jumping out of the car and shitting on the road, when
my ass finally gave up. I let out a loud fart and diarrhea gushed into my
panties. I groaned in disgust, and my brother yelled, “Oh My god!” The
car filled with the stench of shit in seconds. I buried my face in my
hands, I was so mortified. But that wasn’t the worst part. It took us
over an HOUR to get to the closest rest stop. I sat there in a puddle of
liquid shit the whole time. Even though it was blazing hot out, we had
the windows open. We finally pulled into the rest stop. I got out of the
car and when I stood up, it started oozing down my thighs (I was wearing
shorts). I opened the trunk and got clean panties and shorts, and wrapped
a towel around my waist to try and hide my dilemma. I eneterd a
hadicapped stall and started to clean myself up. My Mom handed me soap
and water soaked paper towels to clean myself with. I put my shit filled
panties and shorts in a plastic bag and she threw them in the trash for
me. I didn’t want them in the car! I cleaned my ass and my legs and we
headed back to the car. I had diarrhea for the whole trip! Luckily
though, I was able to make it to the bathroom the rest of the time.
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Brenda
Two friends and I used to rent a one room cabin to use as a remote
weekend ski house. One reason it was so cheap was it only had an
outhouse. The first really cold night we all resorted to to peeing in a
metal pail in front of each other rather than going outside. Unlike men
who seem to have little problem with sharing, we didn’t like the idea of
using the same pail. After a few days we also noticed that we had a broad
range of peeing styles. We all bought and tried various portable urinals
(all hold about 500-700 ml) with the female funnel, but they didn’t work
well for any of us. My first friend is a gusher. She pees straight as an
arrow with good aim and can empty her fullest bladder in 20 seconds, but
she got a lot of splatter and the funnel backed up to overflowing even if
she went slowly for her. My other friend has a mega bladder with no
aiming or stopping ability. She overflowed the thing and still left a 2
foot diameter puddle on the cabin floor. I usually have a good forcefull
pee and a slightly larger than average bladder. With a good full bladder
(not quite desperate), I still managed to fill it completely before a
painful stop and 10 second finish into a towel. We have all devised our
own free makeshift urinals that do much better. My first friend and I use
large wide mouth drink bottles (1 liter). My mega friend uses a long
narrow pan. Its second nature now. Only if their was a car version…
Peeing gal – Hope this helps! How old/tall are you? How much volume? – A
soda bottle can overflow pretty easily. Sounds like you are forceful, so
something without a restriction is better.
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Charlotte
Hey, i’m charlotte, and this is my first post here. Once when i was
biking, i needed to piss real badly. I was 20 minutes away from my house
no matter how fast i peddled, and knew that i couldn’t wait 20 minutes
without soiling my skirt, so I pulled my bike over and ran into the
bushes. i pulled my undies off, spread my feet apart REALLY widely, and
pissed. A yellow strong stream of piss went through my legs. God, did
that feel good! When i was done i put back on my undies and rode home.
Once my boyfriend took me out on a date and we went to the movies. it was
a long movie, and popcorn and candy and soda doesn’t sit well in me. so
half way through i needed to shit terribly. i didn’t want to leave the
theater, though, because i didn’t want my boyfriend to hate me, so i sat
there. about three quarters of the way through, i burst into tears, and
had to squeeze as hard as i could to hold on to my diarrhea. the movie
was sad, though, so my boyfriend didn’t suspect anything. At the end of
the movie i said i needed to use the bathroom, and i walked there as
calmly as i could. the line was extremely long, and i didn’t know if i
could make it. when i was the second to next person in line, i was about
to go in my pants and the elderly woman in front of me noticed and said,
“here, go in there. i’ll wait,” and i thanked her and ran in. I pulled
down my skirt and underwear terribly fast, and farted loudly. Then my
butt exploded with diarrhea. I then farted another few times, loudly and
smellily, and had another wave of diarrhea. I wasn’t done, but thought i
could wait until i got home to finish. so i wiped and got up. i met my
boyfriend outside the bathroom, and we walked to my house…slowly. i
made it to my house looking normal, but the second i said good bye, I ran
as fast as i could to my bathroom to have another diarrhea explosion.
Then i was over it.
Once i had a sleepover with this kid. She came to my house. At three in
the morning i woke to a dreadful smell, but went back to sleep. when this
kid–my friend–got up i noticed shit stains all over her pajamas. Being
polite, i didn’t say anything. A month or so later i had another
sleepover. I noticed that this time she was wearing a diper…
Once during school i was sitting next to my best friend, a girl named
Jane. During the first few minutes of the class (biology) jane asked the
teacher if she could use the bathroom. The teaher said “no.” Jane waited
another twenty minutes, and asked again. “No!” the teacher responded. Our
class’s are 1 hour and a half long, and jane was doing terribly. fifty
minutes into the class jane said, “May i please, please, please use the
bathroom?!” and you know what the teacher said, “If i have to tell you
one more time ‘NO!’ then you will get detention!” so jane just sat there,
doing a little dance under the table. I took out a piece of paper and
wrote on it YOU OKAY? jane responded I GOTTA PEE REALLY BADLY! CAN YOU
HOLD IT i responded. DUNNO she wrote. I noticed that jane kept moving
more and more, and was holding her pussy now. that’s never a good sign, i
knew. The teacher then was showing us water and pouring it from test tube
to testtube, when she spilled the water over the floor. Jane cringed, and
i saw a small circle of pee appear. SHIT she wrote to me. Then the
teacher, glancing at jane, turns the sink on, and lets it run for minutes
while he talks. Jane is dying now. Suddenly jane curses under her breath,
and i notice a wet, yellow stream comming out of her panties and onto the
floor…very loudly! luckily we were at the back of the room, and nobody
noticed. jane peed like that for 2 minutes or so, and then stopped. Jane
sat there miserably for the rest of the class. At the end of the class
she ran crying to the bathroom. I lent her my gym shorts to wear for the
rest of the day.
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Ash.D
Hey!
Today I ended a 3 days of constipation. In the end all of the straining
was worth it, it was a very pleasurable dump.
I first knew somethin was wrong when i didnt take a shit on monday, it is
very strange for me to go a day without shitting. I thought it was
constipation, but i didnt feel that i had to go at all.
On Tuesday i woke up and definetley had to shit, I was all cramped up and
i was ripping big, loud and very smelly farts. I went and sat on the
toilet, I blew some tight, echoey farts into the bowl. I sat waiting for
things to start moving, not wanting to strain, nothing was happening so i
got frustrated and started to push. I groaned as a cramp hit me, it was
so painful so i stopped pushing. I did my morning pee and left feeling
full and unsatisfied. Throughout the day i let go of quite a few stinkers
and was hit with a few more painful anal cramps. On Tuesday night i went
to bed still feeling horrible. I couldn’t sleep because i needed to shit.
It was late and everyone was asleep, but i still got up and went to sit
on the toilet. I sat down with the door open and again did some big, loud
farts. I pushed straight away and i felt my asshole open up, this was a
good start. My asshole just gaped open, i could feel a turd but it wasnt
coming out. I reached between my legs and felt my hole, there was
definetley a big turd in there but it didnt want to poke its head out. I
sat there for another twenty minutes just straining, groaning and
farting. I eventually got tired and went to bed.
Wednesday morning was worse than Tuesday. I felt like my stomach was
about to explode, i had terrible cramps and i couldnt stop farting. I
didnt want to get up and sit on the toilet if my shit wouldnt even poke
out of my ass. I pulled a hand held mirror out of my drawers. I layed on
my side(fetal position) and pulled my thong down. I propped the mirror up
against a pillow right behind my ass. I lifted my top ass cheek up to
expose my asshole to the mirror. i pushed and farted, my asshole looked
funny as it vibrated and opened a little. I pushed harder and felt the
turd coming. I watched in awe as my asshole opened up right before my
eyes, it was awesome:P. Once again the shit was there but wouldnt poke
out, i could see it inside my asshole, it was dark brown and hard.
Nothing was happening so i just pulled my thong back up and layed in bed
for a while. I didnt feel to bad througout the day, just full and
bloated. Again that night i wasnt able to sleep so i went to sit on the
toilet. I did some pretty good farts, but no shit.
Then this morning i woke up, farting and cramped once more. I knew if i
didnt shit today i would have to go to the doctors or take laxatives or
something that i didnt want to do. So i decided i had to use some sort of
lube on my ass to get things moving. I went to the bathroom and locked
the door, i stipped down nude and found some ky jelly. I squatted on the
toilet, put some lube on my fingers and spread it on my asshole, i pushed
two fingers inside my ass to get it all lubed properly. I sat down and
waited for some natural movement. I farted a few times which felt weird
with the lube on my hole. I felt that familiar feeling of my anus opening
and i knew this was show time. I pushed really hard really quickly and
for the first time in three days i had the head of a turd stretching me
open, it was a little painful but also pleasing. With a strong push
things moved pretty easily.
The first hard turd slid out my ass pretty easily, it tumped into the
water and soaked my ass. I looked in the bowl, half of the huge turd was
in the water, the other half was rested against the back of the bowl, it
was about 13″ and very thick and hard. The next turd followed soon after,
helped along by some farts. It was alot smoother but not quite as firm,
my ass was so stretched and lubed it came out with minimal pushing. It
was so smooth on my hole it felt really really good. It dropped into the
water but didnt splash. I had no time to check out that turd because
almost immediatley about 5 medium sized turd rocketed out of me one by
one, they were firm and smooth but small rocket shaped things. I sat and
farted for a while and recovered. I wiped and before dropping the paper i
checked out my load. All of the little turds were floating on top of the
water so i couldnt see the second turd, just the first one poking ot of
the water.
I didnt want to risk flushing it, but it smelt really bad so i just
closed my eyes and flushed, then flushed and flushed again, eventually
and surprisingly it all went down. I felt so empty and relieved and my
ass was buzzing from having so many turd come out so quickly.
The End
Love Ash.D
xoxoxoxox
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koalagirl
to Cierra,
I am in your club with the weak control and accidents, so i wanted to say
hello. I was wondering, how do you get a diaper on if you’re not near a
restroom? Don’t you have to go into something like a restroom to get one
on? I do the same thing, but i make sure to have one on (a pull-up) and
carry extras in my purse just in case, and i have a couple of friends who
do the same thing. Have you and your friends thought about keeping
pull-ups on as insurance when you go out? You can easily take them down
to use the toilet, and they protect you like a diaper when you need it.
For me, i feel much less stress if i don’t have to worry about keeping my
pants dry, so i just wanted to offer that as suggestion. Take care!
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Fishbone
back again! got 2 stories as well.
My first story is when me and my friend were playing video games in his
newly finished basement. Then his baby brother walked over to us, pulled
his diaper down, whipped out his little wiener and whizzed all over the
carpet, giggling up a storm. We almost died laughing, but his mom almost
died, period when she saw the brand new carpet soaked in pee. I believe
he was shortly potty trained after that.
The second story is when I was with friends of my parents. I was about 10
years old at the time. We drove to see a parade but I was really tired so
they let me wait in the van while they got out and walked to the street
to see it. They also let their 6 year old daughter wait in the van
because she did not want to go. We had waited in the car when the girl
gets up out of her seat and starts crying. I figured she was just hot, so
I rolled down a window. She still kept crying and I was really getting
puzzled. Then suddenly she froze and her face turned bright red. From
between her legs gushed a waterfall of pee. It went everywhere and made a
yellow flood in the van. I got out and found her parents to tell them
what happened. They weren’t too mad.
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Shyyy Guyyy
I have came across some interesting things as of late with my girlfriend.
Most of this coming to extreme shock to me, but some of it “wanted” by
me. I dont know if its something about the whole bunch of these
situations that arouses me, but they do.
The first time, we were at a friends house, and she mentioned that she
had to use the bathroom. Being we just got done a spontaneous
activity(insert random thought here) I told her, ” Here, I’ll join you.”
She didnt expect me to REALLY come with her, but I did. I got in there
with her, and she was quite in awe that I actually wanted to be here.
Finding a lack of words, I pulled her thong down (she wore a black skirt
and black thong, something I HATED until it was actualy on the girl i was
dating, and a red shirt) as she proceeded to sit on the toilet. It was
quiet at first, being an awkward situation, as it was the first time. As
she called it, “stage fright” 15 secs of nothingness happened, and then I
could see her awkwardness fade, as nature took its course. By this time,
I just leaned forward, and kissed her face. I was quite aroused by this,
and even as it is close to 2 months in the past, it has happened 3 times
in those 2 months, as well as some other interesting “bathroom
accidents/activities”. I dont know if I made the mistake of telling her
that this turned me on, but since then when it had to happen, she kind
of… invites me to now. oO
The second time, I can recall… *rewinds* Well, lets get to the things
that happened before hand, as it will make sense due to the awkwardness
complex that we battled. I was talking to her on my cell, and she said
for me to call her back in 5-10 mins, that she was going to take a quick
shower. I felt wierd, and I didnt hesitate by saying “Can you just wait
2-3 mins until I get there, I have a question to ask you…?” Well, by
time I got there, we were still conversing on the phone, and she said she
would let me in, as we hung up. I got inside, and as well as my friend
and her sister( my friend and her sis are dating… xP) For some reason,
everyone crowded the bathroom, so i kicked out half its occupants, and as
she was about to shut the door, I told her that I wanted to ask her
something(not saying this but, getting inside before she shut the door)
She didnt stop or anything, she was most likely expecting me to ask her
if i cud stay in the bathroom as she showered. Her thoughts failed her,
as I asked her if I could join her in the shower. I am (my name)’s cold
sweat. Awkwardness struck us like a ton of bricks. She accepted, as we
both got into our birthday suits(heh, jokey joke) she got in the shower,
while it was on, b4 taking her shirt off, so i could tell she was a lil
bit more then embarased at this point, irrelavently that we know what we
have, physically, already… The shower was a feeling that cant be
explained by words… I just loathed in it all, and I cant even tell if
it was a heartfelt warm feeling, or a sexual warm feeling, like being
turned on. I concluded that the best thing to do was to deem it “both”
With that said, I move on to the next part of my day. To keep some words
out, as well as keep this PG-13, we stumbled upon her little “visitor” of
the month, and we really didnt overreact. We took what “things” we
needed, and headed for the bathroom. Another time where I was watching
her use the toilet, that all 2 familiar noise, of pee trinkling from her.
Goosebumps… Again turned on by this, for no reason at all. Starting to
think I am some sort of pathetic pervert, and I just hoped she didnt
think I was one either. And the next time proved to me, that she DIDNT
think like this.
It was 8 days ago that I was visiting her for my 30 mins a day, we were
laying there, and she wispered into my ear that she needed to use the
lav. I asked her if she could hold it, being only 8 mins until I had to
leave. She oblidged me, as I didnt want to intrude on her this time,
trying to show her that I didnt …*lack of words* like that event. When
I was about to leave, she said “come with me to the bathroom.” I was
caught off gaurd and was hit by a mental ton of bricks. I didnt hesitate,
because she wanted me to be with her. Its good, because our awkwardness
that we had before, and of other things, is fading. I got in there with
her, and she just looked at me, and smiled. I was in euphoria, just
suprised that she asked me this time, so I totaly forgot our “standard
protocol” she most likely wanted me to take her shorts and panties down
for her,I feel bad that I didnt… -_- She sat down, after doing so, and
began instantly, the again familiar noise of pee trickling from her. I
felt the hairs on my neck raise quickly, as I was turned on yet again by
this natural event.
Finaly the last time, was eventful, she said she had to use the bathroom,
into my ear, and I said ok, and she got up, as I did too, due to I had to
get … off of her in order so she could move. She pulled my hand up, and
said ” arent you coming with me?” It was something like that, and I again
didnt hesitate. When she got in there, I again forgot “standard protocol”
and she sat down, but obviously was shy this time. That noise… didnt
start until about 10 secs into her bumm hitting the seat. I am caught off
gaurd by this, seeing her sexy butt, and that noise that just drives my
insane. How beautiful…
I would elaborate more, but this being my first post, I really feel shy,
and I feel “out of place” as well. Hoping to learn as to why I feel like
I do. Any advice?
I will say this much: She wipes from the back… which is wierd, cause I
only thought you wipe from the back when you are having a BM. Maybe she
doesnt want me to see her wipe from the front… oO IDK…
Thank you,
Shyyy Guyyy
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What is poop made of?
About 3/4 of your average turd is made of water. Of course, this value is
highly variable – the water content of diarrhea is much higher, and the
amount of water in poop that has been retained (voluntarily or otherwise)
is lower. Water is absorbed out of fecal material as it passes through
the intestine, so the longer a turd resides inside before emerging, the
drier it will be.
Of the remaining portion of the turd, about 1/3 is composed of dead
bacteria. These microcorpses come from the intestinal garden of
microorganisms that assist us in the digestion of our food. Another 1/3
of the turd mass is made of stuff that we find indigestible, like
cellulose, for instance. This indigestible material is called “fiber,”
and is useful in getting the turd to move along through the intestine,
perhaps because it provides traction. The remaining portion of the turd
is a mixture of fats such as cholesterol, inorganic salts like
phosphates, live bacteria, dead cells and mucus from the lining of the
intestine, and protein.
Why does poop stink?
Poop stinks as a result of the products of bacterial action. Bacteria
produce smelly, sulfur- or nitrogen-rich organic compounds such as
indole, skatole, and mercaptans, and the inorganic gas hydrogen sulfide.
These are the same compounds that give farts their odor.
Why is poop brown?
The color comes mainly from bilirubin, a pigment that arises from the
breakdown of red blood cells in the liver and bone marrow. The actual
metabolic pathway of bilirubin and its byproducts in the body is very
complicated, so we will simply say that a lot of it ends up in the
intestine, where it is further modified by bacterial action. But the
color itself comes from iron. Iron in hemoglobin in red blood cells gives
blood its red color, and iron in the waste product bilirubin gives rise
to its brown color.
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CierraB
Hello!
Ash D Great Post about going in your panties. I’m going to try that and
let you know how it works out.
Diaper Dog- Great Story
Danielle was still kinda upset about peeing in her yoga shorts. When my
fried Amy came over she showed her it was no big deal. She put a towel
beneath her and pissed in her shorts. She slipped them and her panties
down and slipped up another pair of panties and shorts that she carries
in her purse. At the mall however I found out she was less comfortable
with pooping. We were walking through the mall and she was all fidgety. I
asked what was wrong. She told me she had to poop. The only problem was
she wouldn’t go in the public restroom. By the time we got to the car she
was relly squirmy. When she pulled open the door i heard a crakling sound
and a smelly odor. I looked over to see a buldge at the back of her
pants. When we made sure no one was looking she slid down her shorts and
new white panties (which were ruined). She threw away the panties and
slipped on a diaper. On the way home I smelled poop from the backseat. I
asked Danielle if she pooped and she said yes. When we got home it was
apparent Danielle was wearing a thong because when she stood up a 10″ log
went splat on the driveway. Will let you all now how the pants peeing
thing goes Bye Cierra B
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Linda
Fatman: I really, really enjoyed your story. Man that was one massive
shit heap you created in that toilet. Do you always do this many turds in
one sitting?? I love reading the ones about people having to push out
big, long hard logs that require lots of pushing/grunting/groaning.
Please share some more of your pooping experiences with us. Do you have
any good constipation stories to share or other times when your dumps
were particularly long and labourous??
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JoelJack
To “Tired of This Shit”
Get you some wet ones or baby wipes. They come in travel packs and you’ll
get that ass of yours in pristine shape. You think your ass is totally
clean with toilet paper, and it’s not. Follow up with a wet one and
you’ll be shocked to see how much shit was still left on your ass.
Especially guys, because we have all that hair around our assholes. Try
them out and let me know what you think.
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Charlotte
Once i was on the bus going home from school. i was there with my friend
Annie. Annie said that she didn’t feel very well at the beginning of the
bus ride, bue my friends and i had all forgotten about it when annie
says, “does anybody have a plastic empty bag i could have?” I say,
“yeah,” and hand her an empty grocery bag. Annie promptly throws up in
it. feeling much better, the ride continues. a few minutes later annie
says, “i gotta go number 2 now!!!!!” my friend had a touperware
container, which she gave to annie. annie promptly pulled down her undies
in front of everybody, stuck the touperware container by her anus and
pussy, pissed a bit into it, and then proceded to have the most violent
attack of diarrhea i’ve seen in my life!
once i was hiking with jane. Jane needed to poop badly halfway through
the hike, and i said, “use the bushes!” she protested, and ended up not
going. a few minutes later jane said, “i’m going to go use the bushes!!”
and ran to the nearest bushes. I heard her piss long and hard for a
minute, and then heard a thump of a large turd being layed out, and then
a spray of liquidy poop. a large fart is done, and then another batch of
liquidy poop comes out. Then i hear the tinkle of pee again, and then i
hear jane grabbing some grass and wiping her ass with it. then she pulls
up her pants and we continue our hike like nothing happened. once we got
to an outhouse, though, jane ran as fast as she could to it, and pooped
more.
I have a friend named Alexander…i call him alex. One time we were
walking around the park when he says, “i gotta piss…i’m going to go in
the bushes.” he walks to the bushes, and pulls out his penis. then he
starts pissing full force at a tree. Once done, he pulls down his pants,
leans over slightly, and deposits a loud spray of diarrhea over lots of
trees. then he finishes by leetting to three long hard loggs. he then
pulled up his pants, and we walked for the rest of the time. by the end
of the walk it was my turn to go, and i went into the bushes and peed for
a long time, and then pulled let out one long, liquidy log full of
undigested food.
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Cliff
Lisa
Your story was very interesting. I had the same thing happen to me a year
ago in traffic (and I thought it only happened to women – wrong!). I
ended up throwing away not only my underpants, but my pants as well. It
was really unconfortable sitting in it the rest of the way home.
Also, I was driving on a freeway in Los Angeles about a month ago. I got
caught in traffic and had to pee really badly. After about 1/2 hour, I
got really desparate. I fortunately had an empty orange juice plastic
bottle in the back seat. I brought it around, unzipped my pants, pulled
out my penis and stuck it into the bottle, and let go just in time. I
almost filled the bottle. Meanwhile traffic was just inching along.
Nobody seemed to notice. I just capped up the bottle, and later put it in
a trash can.
Cliff
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Fishbone
MEGAN: I remember you saying you wear diapers because you wet the bed at
night. This seems a little humiliating to me. Do you get embarrased or do
you like the experience? Do you ever pee in the diaper on purpose?
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Claire
I have to get up at 6:30 if i want to make my bus at 7:00 in the morning.
One day I accidentally slept in. I woke up at 6:50. I needed to pee but i
only had time to throw on clothes and run to the bus stop. The bus was
running late, and i got to school late. I ran to homeroom, and needed to
pee badly now. But homeroom ran over too, so I went right to my first
period class. Because the first class was running late, ALL of the
classes were running late. So i held my urge to pee until last period,
when i was dying to use the bathroom. I mean, i’d been holding it for
eight hours! I raised my hand and said, “may i please use the bathroom?”
“no,” the teacher told me. So i waited a bit, and needed to go more. by
now i was doing the pee dance under the desk, and one hand was on my
crotch. “May i please go?” i asked again. I got the same answer as
before–no. A few minutes passed, and i went up to the teacher. Quietly,
i said, “May i please use the bathroom? If i don’t go now, i’m going to
have an accident!” the teacher replied, “you’re in eigth grade. you can
hold it. now go back to your seat.” i sat there for the rest of class,
and class ran late, so i had to run to catch the bus. I didn’t get to use
the bathroom. On average, it is a 45 minute drive from school to my bus
stop. So i sat there. Luckily nobody sat next to me, because i was doibng
a serioius pee dance in my seat, and had my hands over my crotch. i
barely made it, but finally it was my stop and i got off the bus. when i
got off the bus i could feel the pee about to come out…but how could i
walk another 7 blocks in this condition? so i ran. if you have ever run
on a full bladder, you’ll know how awful it feels. in case you haven’t,
i’ll discribe it to you.
On your first step you feel this terrible pressure on your bladder. You
feel the pee about to come out…so close that you have to concentrate
with all your might to make sure it doesn’t leak out. You take another
step, and you can feel your bladder squeezing to get the pee out of you,
and a bit dribbles into your undies, but you clamp your butt cheeks
together just in time for any real damage, and concentrate on not letting
go and running. you’ll take another 10 steps or so, and repeat it over
again, and again, and again. not very pleasent!
So, finally i was infront of my house. i looked through my purse, and
couldn’t find my keys! I looked again, and didn’t see them still!
Suddenly I felt my bladder attempt to push out the pee like never before.
I was only able to keep it in by jumping from foot to foot and putting my
hand on my crotch. with my other hand, i looked through my purse once
again…and there were my keys! I quickly opened the door and…oh shit!
the bathroom was upstairs! and mine was up two stories! I ran into the
house, dropped my purse and backpack on the entrance floor, and slammed
the front door shut. I then proceded to run up two flights of stairs.
finally i was in my room. all i had to do was cross the room and enter
the bathroom. simple, right? well, my room is pretty large, and i needed
to go really badly. already–from numerous dribbles of pee into my
undies–my undies were quite wet. one, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen,
sixteen, seventeen…and into the bathroom door! and there was the
toilet! It was only 5 steps away. I took one step to it, and suddenly i
exploded! A giant stream of pee shot down my leg. i couldn’t stop, and
couldn’t move closer to the toilet. SO i stood there, pissing all over my
legs, sandles (and yes, it did splash on my feet), skirt and floor. I
pissed for 2 and a half minutes. When i was done, i needed to shit. My
skirt was white, and ruined anyway, and so were my undies, so i kicked
off my sandles and thought, “what the hell! i’ll shit in my pants!”
I let out a giant fart, and started crapping. it was hard and long, and
very painful to get out. Once it was out, though, a whole bunch of loose
poop came out of ass into my underpants. by now i decided that my
underpants weren’t going to hold for much longer, and my shits always end
in diarrhea, so i hopped into the shower, and stood there. suddenly the
always anticipated diarrhea attack hit me, and i exploded. the diarrhea
ran down my leg, and got my skirt brown. and then i decided, “i’m so
dirty, i’m going to sit down in the shower and finish shitting diarrhea,
because i think i’m going to have another explosion.” i normally in every
poop have one long hard log, a few mushy logs with undigested food in
them, and three diarrhea explosions. so i sat down, had two very painful
diarrhea explosions, then took my skirt and underpants off, and threw
them in the trash. I then got on my pajamas, finished my homework and
went to sleep. i went to sleep at four in the morning. the next morning i
woke up to find myself desperate to pee, so i went to the bathroom, had a
nice piss and shit, and went to school. nobody (including my parents)
ever learned about my little big accident.
Once i was taking this little girl to the park. Actually, she was 9 years
old, and her name was Sarah. I babysit her. I used the restrooms several
times, but every time i asked her if she would like to go, she said,
“no.” finally i noticed that she was kind of hopping from foot to foot.
clearly she had to go. i said kindly to her, “do you need to use the
bathroom?” “No, i’m fine,” she replied. I noticed that the hopping from
foot to foot increased, and i said, “Look, Sarah, I need to use the
bathroom. Come with me.” i led her to the bathrooms. i didn’t really nead
to go, but went into a stall anyway so she would. but i noticed that she
wouldn’t go into a stall, so i came back out after flushing the toilet.
So went back to the swings and slides and stuff until it was time to
leave. She was really hopping now, and i said kindly, “we both must use
the bathroom before we get on the bus, because we both know that it is a
very long bus ride back.” so we went into the bathroom, and while i used
the bathroom, she stood outside, refusing to use the bathroom. by now she
as doing a serious pee dance, but i figured, once i actually start
leaving she’ll ask to use the bathroom. but we left and got onto the bus,
and she didn’t complain. truthfully, the bus ride was an hour and a half
long. about 20 minutes in, sarah was clutching herself, and jumping up
and down in her seat. finally she squeeked, “claire, i’ve got to use the
bathroom.” “can you wait until we get home?” i asked. “no!!!” she said
forcefully. “fine, we’ll get off at the next stop and find a bathroom.” I
said. we were quiet for about 20 seconds, when she squeeked,
“CLAIRE!!!!!!!!” “what??” i asked. “I”M PEEING IN MY PANTS!!!!” she said,
sounding terrified. i looked down at her and saw that she was standing
up, and there was a giant wet spot on her light blue shorts, and a giant
stream of pee was running down her leg. but not a ton of damage would be
done if she stopped right now. “Sarah, i want you to try really hard to
stop peeing, and put your hands on your crotch and hold it in like that.”
sarah obayed, and the peeing managed to stop. Finally it was our stop.
Sarah and i got up to move, but sarah instantly started peeing full force
again. Now she was crying, and everybody was looking at her. her whole
shorts were green now from the pee, and her legs were covered in
pee–after all, she was still peeing full force. there were also puddles
of pee in her shoes. I felt bad for her, so i traded seats with her so
that she could be in the isle so that nobody could see her. ten minutes
from her house, she looks at me, her eyes full of terror. “Claire, i
can’t hold in my poop any longer!” Sarah said. I was like, “you needed to
poop too?!?!?!” but instead i said, “well, i don’t know what to do…i
guess you should do it in your pants. they’re ruined anyway.” “but
claire!” sarah protested. then a giant fart and the loud sound of liquid
shit hitting the seat hit me, and i said, “you never told me it was
diarrhea!” “i didn’t know!” sarah said helplessly. finally it was her
stop. she was still shitting diarrhea, and it was running down her leg
now. finally we got into her house, and i undressed her and put her on
the toilet. once she finished shitting (20 minutes later) she bathed and
put on new clothes. when her mother came home and said, “why isn’t sarah
wearing the same clothes as she was earlier today?” i told her mother
kindly that sarah had refused to use the bathroom, and as a result had an
accident by pooping and peeing in her pants. Her mother said she had
forgotten to tell me that sarah doesn’t like to use the bathroom much,
and sometimes you have to litterally walk her into the bathroom, and
watch to make sure she goes! i almost saaid that i’d never babysit sarah
again, but i liked sarah so i decided that i’d live.
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oldpoop
Good morning; two days ago at work I had a most satisfying b.m. I had
already gone early in the morning (twise), so I was a little surprised at
an urgent need that came suddenly around 4 p.m. I went in, shut the stall
door, pulled down my pants, and went into a partial squat. With my hand
mirror I watched; my anus bulged, then opened to permit passage of a
fairly thick, hard, dark brown turd. The first one came out a couple of
inches before breaking off and splashing into the water; then came the
main length, probably 8 or 9 inches. The last turd then came, about 4
inches and still hard and solid. Satisfying splashes for each one; it
took only one wipe to clean up. I left the toilet unflushed. Yesterday
again I pooped well before breakfast, then went to my church for a brief
meeting and had to go again there. Lighting was good, and I watched
myself drop two nice logs and a couple of smaller pieces. That took a
couple of wipes. At work I did nothing further in the toilet, but I did
see the leavings of two b.m.’s, both tiny nuggets or slivers in different
toilets. This morning I was sitting in front of the computer (reading
this site) when I felt the beginnings of an urge. By way of experiment, I
wet the end of a finger and carefully stuck it up through my anus into my
rectum. At first, nothing–then, suddenly, a turd dropped into place and
contacted the end of my finger! It felt hard and knobby. Keeping my
finger in place, I walked into the bathroom. I pulled out my finger
(nothing visible on it, but it smelled), stood on the toilet rim,
squatted, and watched myself. I had expected the beginning of my poop to
be a few small nuggets, but in fact it was a large solid turd 6 or 7
inches long, followed immediately by another slightly shorter one. A tiny
plipper followed, then an even smaller sliver poked out and hung. I used
the same finger to dislodge it, then wiped (got down and sat on the seat
to do that). I finished the wiping, as usual, with a spot of Noxzema on
the toilet paper. A few days ago I threw away the original jar that I had
been using; I lost count during my illness how many times I had used it,
but it ended up around 680 uses, more or less. Happy pooping, everyone!
I’m a fast runner, and like running. Once i was on the track team at
school. I was running the long distance race as the number 1 player for
my school. I’m one of those people who start slow, and put ALL of their
energy into the last lap. i generally get infront of everybody then. So
it was the championships and i was due to race. i needed to use the
bathroom right before the race started, but there was no time, and
sometimes needing to go a bit makes me run faster. so i ran, and during
the last lap i put out all of my of my energy. I guess a bit of it was
going to the wrong place, though, because suddenly i realized that i was
shitting in my pants! But i ran faster anyway, and got first place. The
terrible part about that, though, was that i just wanted to go and wash
myself off, but i had to stay and have the trophy presented to me!
Once during a gym class this past year (8th grade) I needed to pee and
poop badly. The teacher wouldn’t let me go, thouogh, and made me continue
to play soccer. I was very distracted, so when somebody’s kick went out
of wack, it hit me on the abdoman. It hit me so hard that i litterally
shit in my pants, as well as pissed in them. i had left my gym clothes at
home, so i was wearing my real clothes, and they were jeans. they were
soaked from the piss, and had a giant bulge from the poo in the back. my
gym teacher wouldn’t let me leave and clean myself up, and he ran over,
so i had to go to history without cleaning myself too, and my history
teacher wouldn’t let me leave too, so finally, in tears, i ran out of the
classroom and home.
Poops Are Cool: I’ve pushed so hard it turns to diarrhea too! Once when i
was thirteen i had terrible constipation. a few days after that eased up,
i was shitting normally again…but i wasn’t quite aware of that, and i
pushed to hard, and i pushed so hard i gave myself diarrhea.
Cierra: Great story about you and your friend…i have many like it, and
it really reminded me of myself and my life!
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anthea
Have been spending a few days beside the ocean in a cottage with a couple
of girl friends. Toilet topics not on the menu at all, all of us doing
our poos discreetly and lighting matches to douse the smell. OK by me,
I’m no obsessive (?) though always curious about the habits and
preferences of others. After my favorite Chardonnay had been round two or
three times one night I did broach the subject of peeing by the ocean. I
love (and am quite aroused by) peeing under water, in public as it were,
with people nearby, straight through my bikini bottoms. One friend goes
some way on her own and pulls the gusset to one side. The other friend
won’t go in the sea at all. She clambers up into the dunes, pulls down
her bottoms and squats. She has the occasional humiliation of being
caught in the act but shw would not be swayed. Her one concession is that
she doesn’t wipe. She allows the saltwater to clean her up. By the way
one of the most unfair things about being female is that if we are caught
going to the bathroom behind a clump of grass it’s shaming, while guys
haul it out and if someone comes turn the other way. One or two shakes
and they’re done. C’est la vie!!
love you all Anthea
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Mr. Poopington
I may go to Kalamazoo for a training session. Kalamazoo is the home of
Western Michigan University. The School colors of WMU are, I swear to
GOD, brown and gold. In the Barnard Sudent Center they have The Brown and
Gold room.
If I go to Kalamazoo in my free time I will write “brown and gold room”
on the men’s and women’s restrooms. I wonder if I could be instrumental
in getting university to change its school colors. Time will tell! If I
go over there I shall keep you posted.
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michelle
Ow! I just flushed away a 3.5inch THICK turd. My butt issuper sore. It
was a monster!
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Thursday, July 08, 2004
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