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Wednesday, September 07, 2005

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Stacey
I just have to tell this to somebody, but there is no one else that I
would dare tell it to. This is my first week of college. I was sitting in
class and I suddently had to go to the bathroom — it must have been
something that I had for lunch. Now, I know that in college we don’t have
to ask permission to go to girls’ room like in high school, but for some
reason I didn’t feel comfortable just getting up and leaving the room. In
high school, I was never shy about asking for permission to go to the
girls’ room (and I went at school a lot), but for some stupid reason, I
just couldn’t get up and leave class in college.

I did manage to make it to the end of class, but I couldn’t quite make it
to the ladies’ room. Some came out in my panties on the way and the rest
came out once I got into the stall but before I could pull my pants down
and sit on the toilet. I guess I was lucky it didn’t happen in class
where everyone would have known what I did, but as I sat there in the
stall staring at a big load in my uderwear, I didn’t quite feel lucky.

I got myself cleaned up which was not a pleasant task without a
washclothe and only that crummy single-ply toilet tissue to use. You
wouldn’t believe how much toilet paper I had to use to get myself clean.
Suffice to say that I was mighty lucky that stall was fully stocked with
two full rolls, because I emptied a full roll and a lot more before I was
done. My panties were totally ruined so I just flushed them down the
toilet. Miracously, though, the manage to contain the full load and
spared my jeans any damage.

No one knew what I’d done, but I still couldn’t help but feel embarassed
as I headed back to my dorm room for a clean pair of underwear. This was
the first accident I’ve had since 4th grade.

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Emogirl
holding it- I often hold my pee for long periods of time too. I held it
for just over 24 hours once..wow that was hard to do. I do like the
feeling of a full bladder. Actually I currently need to go quite badly as
I’ve been holding it since 10 last night, about..16 hours now.

Question: Is it bad to hold it for that long? Like..will it damage
anything?

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Cecilia
Once when I was watching a movie with my sister I had a stong urge to
poo. I had been holding it all day but the movie was getting really good
so I just waited. Soon the urge became much stronger so I asked my sister
to pause the movie while I went to the toilet. She refused so I just
waited a little longer. Finally, when I knew that I would poop my pants
for sure I attemped to get up off the couch clenching my butt muscles
tightly. To my horror, my foot got stuck in the blanket and I fell off
the couch onto my stomach. The fall caused me to lose controll and
completley fill my panties. As I got up I felt the heavy, warm and sticky
load weigh down the seat of my pants. My sister comforted me and then she
leaned forward and I seen a brown bulge form in the back of her pants.
She had just pooped her pants too! I couldn’t believe it.

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Clarissa
I work at the Burger King in my town. Yesterday afternoon at work I
needed to have a bowel movement and headed for the girls’ room. I don’t
particularly like using the bathroom at work for my bowel movements but
its not too bad as the bathrooms is cleaned several times a day and it
isn’t really too bad. Besides, I didn’t have much of a choice as I had to
go too bad to wait until my shift was over and go at home.

When I went into the girls’ room, though, I immediately detected a
distinctive odor — a smell that you often smell in public bathrooms but
this time the smell was overpowering. It seemed to be coming more from
the sink than the toilet, so I went to take a closer look. To put it
mildly, I was shocked at what I saw.

In the sink was a pair of panties with with a bowel movement in them. I
don’t mean there were skidmarks or a little bit of fecal matter. I mean,
these panties were completely full with a very large soft but solid bowel
movement in them. Clearly, this wasn’t a case of someone losing a little
bit on their way to the bathroom. This was someone who did the whole
bowel movement in her panties. Furthermore, its wasn’t diareah but look
like a well-formed BM all pushed together in the panties. This were not
little girl panties, either, but those of an adult or at least an older
teenager.

Of course, I was immediately disgusted by the sight of this, but I
couldn’t stop looking at it. I mean, these were very frilly, very
feminine looking panties, but here there were with a decidedly unfeminine
looking bowel movement in them. I couldn’t help but note the contrast. I
also couldn’t help but wonder why someone would put them in the sink. I
mean, I imagine the poor girl who had this accident was in a state of
panic as she trying to clean herself up in a public bathroom, but what
was she thinking when she put the panties in the sink. Maybe at home
you’d try to wash out the panties (although given the size of this load,
you’d have to conclude that the panties were totally destroyed), but I’d
don’t think you’d want to be doing that in a public bathroom. My attitude
would certainly have been to just get the panties off, get my butt wiped
cleaned (not an easy task with that crummy one-ply toilet paper that was
in there) and get the hell out of there. I mean, there was more bowel
movement in the panties than there were panties. Obviously, they just
needed to be flushed down the toilet and not put on display in the sink
for everyone to see.

The smell was starting to get to me, so I wadded up some toilet paper and
went over to get the panties. I grabbed a clean corner of the panties,
took them over to the toilet and then flushed them down. Its surprising
how fast the smell started to lessen as the panties sailed down the
toilet.

I next did my own business and went back to work.

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feels so good girl
i’m girl who just finished pushing out this huge turd. OMG it was huge!!!
i started to push and i knew it was gonna be big. pushed some more and it
came crackling out. it was so thick but fell soooo good coming out.
pushed more and it all came out. it was about 4 inches thick and 7 inches
long and big!. pushed again and a little chunk finished off the dump. it
felt great!

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Anonymous Guy
Hi all, yesterday my girlfriend put on another fantastic display for me
in my bathroom and I thought you all might like to hear the details. It
was Sunday morning around 10 am and my girlfriend had just shown up at my
apartment to accompany me downtown again for my monthly visit to my mom’s
place. As soon as she came into my apartment and she had given me her
usual kiss and hug greeting the first words out her pretty mouth were “I
have to go to the bathroom really bad, number 2. You wanna come watch?” I
just smiled a big smile at her and said “I think you know the answer to
that.”

I let her go ahead of me into the bathroom and I watched as she pulled
her tight fitting jeans and light purple panties down to just below her
knees. She sat down on my toilet and I sat down in my usual spot on the
edge of my bathtub. I was surprised when right away I could hear the
crackling sound of a long turd being emitted from underneath her bottom.
Usually she takes a very long time to poop and usually it is in many
small pieces. I said to her “It sounds like you really had to go.” She
then told me she knew she had to take a dump really badly before she left
but she wanted to hold it for me and that she even had to clench her butt
cheeks together while driving here to keep it from coming out.

Since she was finished pushing out the first large piece and was finished
peeing she stood up to take a look at what she had produced and to let me
see as well. As soon as she stood up I was hit right away with the scent
of her bowel movement which was fairly strong. I looked into the bowl and
I could see two pieces floating in the water. Both were medium brown
colored and softish but also firm looking. One was a tiny triangle shaped
piece and the other a much longer banana shaped piece about 5 or 6 inches
long I’d say.

She sat back down sounding relieved and we started a conversation while
she waited to see if more was left. While I was talking to her she let
out a sharp grunt which I thought was cute, this must have been an
accident because she usually pushes very discreetly. Unfortunately
shortly after that she started looking upset about something and asked if
she could have some privacy so I had to leave. I was still very much
grateful for what I *was* able to see though!

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Carly
yesterday I woke up during the night and kind of had a stomach ache, i
walked to the bathroom and pulled down my pj pants and plopped my butt on
the toilet, it felt like the poop was coming but it wasnt, so i relaxed
and lied back then a nice smooth short log slid out 2×24 inches, and then
i felt really nauses, I crossed my arms and bent forward a bit, a tiny
bit of gushy poop came out which was all black but not alot, then some
more cam out 34 minutes later, and i stayed on the toilet for a bit
longer but nothing else happened so i went back to bed with a nauses
stomach ache, thankfully i fell asleep and it was better in the morning!

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Jerry
Is there anyone here who pooped their pants while sleeping over at a
friends house? if so please post the story

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Adrian
Carmalita. Pleased to hear that you’re still managing to drop some fairly
fantastic loads. It must be a great feeling. Keep up the good work!

Fiona. Hi and welcome. It sounds as though you’ve got lots of great
experiences to share. I think you’ve been very fortunate in being able to
be so open about your bowel movements with work colleagues and your
boyfriend. Not everyone is quite so lucky. Also I think you’ve been
fortunate in having regular, predicatable daily poos for so long. Being
able to regulate the need like that so that it naturally occurs at times
that are convenient is a great bonus for anyone. For most of my life I’ve
been able to maintain fairly regular routines when it comes to bowel
movements but occasionally things have gone haywire. I’m sorry your
routine’s been upset recently and I hope you’re soon able to establish a
new pattern which fits in well with your work. As a matter of interest,
do you think airlines should provide separate toilets for crew and
passengers on airlines or would that not be feasible? I look forward to
hearing more of your stories.

Unusually for me I was very constipated on Saturday, despite getting
plenty of exercise and feeling as though I needed to go. On this occasion
I didn’t think nature would sort things out soon enough for my
convenience so I took a dose of Movicol. Fortunately it gently but
effectively got things moving early on Sunday morning and things are now
back to normal. I think the hot humid weather of recent days probably
dehydrated me a bit and that gave rise to the problem.

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Mr. Clogs
I’ve got a post to share. Yesterday, well actually last night after
having dinner and stuff, and of course my dieter’s tea to help me loose
some weight. As I say before, this tea makes you poop, I mean poop a lot!
So I felt the urge to go around 11:00 PM, So I had to make a quick dash
to the toilet because I about to fill my underwear with poop! So I got in
the bathroom, quickly lock the door (for privacy, because mom’s was in
the house!) and quickly unzipped my jeans along with my underwear (tighty
whitees!) down and butt ckeeks spred wide (less to wip) and let it rip!
So I was on the bowl for about 15 minutes, and was wiping up. Soon as
about to finish here comes mom, she needs to use the bathroom too, and I
had to hurry up! I said to myself “shit!”. So quickly wiped up, spayed
airfresher in the bathroom and wahed my hands and left the bathroom.

Carmalita: Thank you for your warm thoughts, and I’m glad that your
friends are doing fine, when you get a chance tell them I said hello. By
way I enjoyed your post about your morning dump, and yes that was nice of
you to let Nu in to handle her business and to clean up. It’s nice to
have such an open atmosphere like you have. As always great post, talk to
you soon, take care.

C in Fla: Very interesting post, wow that must of been something to
listen in on the conversation with her peeing and flushing the toilet
while talking on the phone at the same time.

HisLilPeeMonster: Oh, ok, I was just curious as to what type they were,
whenever you get a chance, please post. I was assuming that they were
normal ones. Were those your favorite pairs that you had to toss out into
the trash? Thanks.

Well got to go, take care and have a safe and happy Labor Day weekend,
also lets not forget those who continue to survive Hurricane Katrina, my
thoughts and prayers go out to them. Take care.–Mr. Clogs

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Has anyone ever use a cup or some wide mouth container as a toilet, i.e.
going to the bathroom in it?

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So today i was over at my gf’s house while we were playing Halo…she got
mad cuz i would always kill her so she decides she wants to tackle me on
her bed…but being stronger i pick her up embrace her in my arms and
shake her around alil.She laughs and says “wait i need to pee” but i
thought she was kidding so she could tackle me again so i just kept
shaking her.She pleads again “no seriously i really need to pee!”but i
still shook her then she says “ok you’ve asked for it” i then feel a wet
spot hit my pants and look down to see she peed herself but since i held
her so close it came unto my pants and looked like we both wet our
pants…we then laughed about it insanely

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Holly
Miya:
I once had a boyfriend/pee experiance and i married the sucker

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JW
Torie– I found your story fasinating. Little kids often do things
without thinking and I’m sure Devon didn’t mean to do anything wrong. I’m
glad you didn’t yell at him.

I was most interested b something else you wrote:

> Anabel helped toilet train me and I would ’emulate’ her.

Not many people seem to remember their toilet trainnig. I do mine because
I was sooooo constipated at the time and it was a big struggle for my
mother to get me to go on the potty like she wanted. Could you tell us
about “emulating” Anabel and specifically what she taught you about
pooping? – JW

Me again, this time Fiona– I’d love to hear more about your experiences.
I’ve heard that a lot of airline stuardesses get constipated because of
dehydration due to the dryness of the air in the cabin. Have you heard
many of your girl colleagues really struggling to get a poo out. Do they
talk about being constipated much? I’d love to hear some of those
conversations!!- JW

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Iam a 16 yr old girl and my bladder cant hold much…….one day i was at
the mall and i had 2 large pepsis, i was walking around looking at stuff
and i was in the dvd part wich is at the far end of the mall and is where
most of the people usualy are. so i was looking for a dvd and i needed to
pee, i thought i could hold it until a got the dvd but i couldnt find it,
i looked for 5 more minutes and i had 2 go pretty bad but i wanted to
find the dvd first, so i kept looking i loked for another 5 mins and at
this point i realy had to go, i finaly found it i bended down to take it
off the shelf, wich was a big mistake cos when i bent down a squirt came
out and it wasnt just i little squirt it was a big squirt, i was wearing
faded jeans, i looked down at my jeans and saw a 3inch dark wet patch on
the crotch of my pants , i hurridly picked up the dvd , the eletronics
section had it own register and u had to pay there, the line had 5 ppl so
i got to the line and lined up. by the time only one other person was in
front of me i had squirted more pee into my pants , there was now a 4
inch spot on the front of my pants . the person paid for there stuff so i
paid for the dvd and ran to find a toilet. the shop was in a mall so the
toilets were outside the store, the woman at the front of the store
checked my bags and let me go she said have a nice day but she was
staring at my pants, a few ppl had noticed and were staring,so i huried
to the toilets, i found them but they had just been opened again from
cleaning so lots of girls around my age were waiting at the door
desperate to pee or poop, one of them had a stain nearly as big as mine,
i sat down on my heel and started rubbing my crotch, i was almost crying
from the thought of peeing my pants at a mall, i stood up because squirts
had started coming out again, some 10 year old girl had just peed her
tight grey sports pants , she was soaked and pee was every where, i
started doing the pee pee dance and my bladder forced the pee out , the
hissing sound atracted the girls waiting , i was just standing there
starring down at the jeans , watching the stain become bigger and bigger,
i was standing there for like 2 minutes peeing uncontrollably my shoes
and socks were soaked everyone was starring at me but it felt so good to
reeive myself,i didnt need to go to the toilet now to a walked away i had
to catch a bus home.

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The Nature Boy
G. Bogwell-
GREAT story! Even better with the way you wrote it, I had the feeling of
suspense a good Bond novel gives me! But like Carmaltia says, be careful
eh?

And speaking of, Carmaltia’s story was great too! If you couldn’t even
smell the cigarette smoke in there – da???! But I bet the place isn’t as
fun since they installed the doors on the stalls in the women’s room,
huh? 😉 Curious, does the men’s room there at the community center have
doors too? And if so, how long have THEY been up? Sorry if you mentioned
it before, I probably didn’t pay attention to that part! ;-p

Via the lovely Google (who needs a site search engine when you know how
to Google Advanced Search – groovy!), I checked to see if anyone’s posted
of the new Battlestar Galactica series, and bathroom references? I saw
only one back around page 12XX, and it was just of how the ship has
unisex bathrooms.

There is a lot of great stuff on the DVDs (season one). One funny scene
has a scientist, Baltar(sp?), follow an analyst into the bathroom when
the analyst needs to take a dump. Baltar takes the next stall just to
chat him up, since the guy using the john is the one checking on evidence
that could get Baltar executed! The flustered tech runs out without
washing his hands (which Baltar points out aloud). Then Baltar observes
female feet in the next stall. Who she is is a loong story, let’s just
say she’s his g/f AND accuser. And a VERY hot blonde. He opens the stall
door (no locks?) and accosts her – don’t see/hear anything throughout the
scene though.

The Extras show how the cast did some military training to make the
characters seem more ‘realistic’ in the space-military situation. The
woman who plays the new Starbuck comments jokingly as they’re eating a
dinner of MRE’s something to the effect of ‘are we going to be
constipated now?’

And I’ve only seen a few eps at a freind’s house…wonder if there are
any more unisex bathroom goodies?

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Have any chicks here been out with their boyfriends and see them have an
accident? IF so please post the story.

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Jerry
Just out of curiousity what is the longest everyone has gone after
crapping their pants without cleaning up or changing?

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Farah
My friend has been pooping in her panties for as long as I can remember.
When I am at her house I am used to her always filling her panties. She
always urges me to try it, but I never do.

One day when she was at my new apartment she said she needed to use the
bathroom. I said okay and I pointed in the direction of it. She then
grabbed onto a chair and squatted in the middle of the living room. With
a crackling sound she proceeded to fill her panties. “No thanks.” she
said as I seen the bulge form in the back of her pants. I then opened a
window because I didnt like the smell. She picked up a newspaper and
placed it on the couch before sitting down and smashing all of her poop
in her panties. “It feels so good Farah. Try it!” she said. I had always
been curious about how it felt so I agreed to do it.

I went to the bathroom and peed before I pulled back up my pink cotton
panties and skirt and headed back to the livingroom. I held onto her arm
as I squatted down and pushed a warm smelly load into the seat of my
panties. It felt wierd at first, but then I started to like it! How
naughty I felt as I sat down and smashed it all.

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Gruntly Bogwell
CARMALITA: You missunderstood me corazón, the seniorita in Spain was
saying rapidemente, because she was trying to get to the toilet before
peeing her panties…or thong in her case. Hmmm…I thought Pepiendo Tomas,
meant Peeping Tom…but then I was in a hurry to leave after my “accident.”
You and Nu…she having a pee while you were having a poo…what a lovely
thought.

FIONA: Loved your insiders story to the bowel habits of flight
attendants. I wrote a long time ago to this forum that a flight attendant
told me they often found some guy waiting to use the bathroom in the
middle of the night after they had just done a poo in a cabin
restroom…then rushing in to be in that tight space with the smell left by
the stewardess. Thank you for the images of you and your fellow flight
attendants, buddy dumping in the staff toilets before a flight…awesome.

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HAIRY ANNIE
HAIRY ANNIE
This is a quick survey for the girls & boys if you want answer as well.
This has happened to me a few times.If you have read my previous posts
you will know that I’m an artist(painter) & that I’m hairy as well.
However there have been quite a few times, one was just the other day
when I have have had this sudden “inspiration’& nothing will interupt it.
I was painting away when I felt the urge to have ashit. Now I really did
not not want to break my inspiration by going to the toilet. At the time
I was wearing a pair of bike short as I often do & tank top. I neither
tried to stop myself from shitting nor did I try to shit in my shorts. I
guess my mind was so much on my work that I let nature just take over, as
I stood at my easel I slowly but almost unconsciously shit my shorts. I
stood there for about another 20 mins, before the actuality hit me. I was
very happy with my work so the lump that was sliding down my leg really
didn’t bother me all that much.What did wake me up was when I started to
piss myself, that’s when I ran to the bathroom for a cleanup.

I guess my query is, are there any other people out there who have been
caught up in what they’re doing they have just let nature take over &
crap their pants/panties.

In the mornings when I have breakfast I always sit on the front porch to
have my coffee & a smoke while watching the birds feeding, it is so
relaxing. This morning I was doing the same when I felt this huge fart
build up, I let it reach what I thought was the peak, I pulled my left
cheek out with my hand & pushed hard, it was loud as it rebounded off the
plastic chair. The problem was I folloed through as well. I almost shit
on my hand, I finished my smoke first gathered up the legs of my pj
bottoms so nothing would drop on the floor& cleaned up in the shower.

That’s all for now,

love ,
Annie

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Anton, England, I was out walking in the park the other day when I felt a
rumbleing in my gut, I knew I would have to find a toilet soon, I started
to walk a bit quicker, my gut was really bubling now, I saw a toilet and
started to run I dashed in was really desperate now, the only wc was
locked and had an out of order sign on it, there was mo way I could hold
it anylonger I rushed to the urinal pulled my pants down put my arse over
the urinal bowl, and it just gushed out filling the bowl, I wiped my arse
on my handkerchief and made a quick exit

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Tom
Hey peeps.
I’m a 16 yr old english gay and i have never had any poop incidents,
however, yesterday i had my first, and just needed to talk about it.
i went out drinking with a m8 of mine and slept at her house. The next
morning i woke up with the need to shit, but chose not to as i didnt want
to use her toilet. The urge sorta went away, but three hours later as i
was walking home the need to poo returned. i thought i would be able to
hold it, but 15 minutes later i was in agony and couldnt bear to walk any
longer. luckily i was walking along a very quiet stretch of canal and
near to an abandoned factory kind of building. i do not make a habit of
shitting outside and nave never had to, but these were desperate times.
I went into the building and into the first doorway, which was a rather
large room with a concrete floor and a section of roof missing, along
with lots of graffiti and old beer cans. i dropped my pants and squatted.
i didnt have to make any effort or pushing whatsoever, shit just started
shooting out my ass, which was a very weird feelin as it was totally
solid but it just kept comin. Wen it finally stopped i looked around to
see the biggest pile of shit i have ever seen.
I no this is probably nothin to you guys but its a very new thing for me
n i jst wanted to talk about it. it was very strange but kinda excitin in
a weird way. i think holdin it in for so long had a strange effect on me
though, as i hav had the shits reel bad since then.
Anyone had similay experinces??

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This is a recount on toilets in boats (small boats)
A long time ago we decided to buy a boat that had a toilet in it. The
first boat was 22 feet long and at the front of the cabin was a toilet
just sitting there. There was a blind to pull down to give privacy????
What was also interesting was the toilet ,being stuck up under the bow
had minimal head room i.e. it was less than three feet from the toilet
seat to the “ceiling”. Men could not stand up and pee for lack of head
room so it was always a sit down job whatever the case may be. I never
did #2s in it. In those days we only had day trips and I had no problems
holding it and I would push it out when we got home… could not do it
these days.
The next boat was a little bigger and had its own “room”. The head room
was just less than 6 feet which was OK for those not tall. The
interesting part was sitting on the pot, because I am not a big person
but my knees almost touched the door… I had about 6 inches either side
of me. The toilet itself is a small bowl and any noises (farts) would
echo…we called it the thunder box!
What was worse was when straining and leaning forward your head would
push into the door so it was a good idea to make sure the door was
locked. On a boat everybody is at close quarters so you would be shitting
or weeing a couple of feet from others.
The next challenge is aiming to wee when the boat is pitching and
rocking. The one advantage of such cramped surrounds is that in rough
weather you can anchor yourself down when pooing.
THUNDER

Enjoyed your post Fiona.
I use to be a very regular dumper, never missed a day and always before
school, soon after breakfast etc… then irritable bowel changed that at
about 19 years old..also my shit was never too hard.
These days if I were in the next cubicle you would not be able to
recognise me because my movements are different all the time. Some are
big and hard, some are like soft serve, sometimes they are propelled by
gas and splatter into the pan, sometimes I am unproductive and only give
a couple of pplips… other times I really want to go but nothing
happens…it is not that the poo is hard, it just will not move along.
I go at any time during the day, between 0 to 5 times a day, with between
1 to 3 times the norm. Sometimes I go very quickly, other times I am very
slow…the smell varies a lot too. When I fly I get a little constipated
but it sorts out in a couple (or a few ) days. Also my poo can be long or
short, thick or very thin.
One thing I have learned with IBS (in my case) is to go when I get the
urge. I have pooed on planes before… indeed twice at least I presume
the flight attendant has had an “official visit” to the toilet by the
time she was in there. For your own regularity, and indeed your quality
of work I suggest you sit on the toilet whenever you get the desire, or
more correctly, the urge. I think your attitude to your bodily functions
is great and healthy… I would like to hear more of your stories.
Thunder

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bigd
It just blows my mind, some of the stories of bladder capacity a liter or
more. I am a 6’3″ 215 lb man who occasionally has to pee into a 20 oz.
pop bottle on the job (package delivery driver not always near a toilet).
When I am bursting to go and finally release into the bottle I barely
fill it halfway. Only 10 or 12 ozs. seems to be my absolute capacity. In
the summer it is rarely an issue since most of the water is lost to
perspiration. In the winter I really have to plan to pee a lot on the
route.

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pedal

OK, about the pee-container(at home):
u know i’m a heavy coffee-drinker, & i usually consume 6000ml (sic)
within 2 hours of my routine
internet-surfing at night, & my wife would go to sleep at around 9pm, &
she’s a light sleeper, so i’ve
been reserving three Nescafe bottles on the floor right beside my
computer desk (net 200g each). u
might wonder why 3 bottles? well believe me, on quite many occasions i’ve
filled all 3 bottles
FUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLL & REFILLED them & REFILLED them during one night. i’d
empty the bottles
right b4 going to bed. oddly, my wife never bothered to ask me the
purpose of the bottles…
more to come… sorry about my grammer or spelling. english is not my
native language.
Fiona (the Scottish stewardess)– i enjoy your story & i’d love to read
more. please share more. thanks.

OK, about the pee-container (in car):
hi i’m back. i’ve been reserving a red latex enema bag under my seat in
my car just in case u know ;).
well the other day i was waiting for my wife (near a shopping mall)
sitting in my car, surfing some
newspapers when this pissing urge went screamingly desperate & i did not
think i could hold any longer.
i looked around outside my car & found i was surrounded by much
by-passers (crowded like sardine)
but no one seemed to be paying any attention on me. i took the
enema-bag-lid off, & underneath the
newspapers i pulled down my short pants to pick out my dick, placed it to
the opening of the bag, &
tried to relax my muscles & mind, & then i began to piss into the
enema-bag, struggling to adjust the
soft bag between my thighs (making sure the bottom lower than the mouth).
all the time strangers
walked by my car. just in the middle of my relief-procedure, i heard a
knock on the glass of my car so i
tensed up to shut the pee & looked to find a midddle-aged man smiling at
me & said something like “hi,
move your car, my son, parking here is prohibitted.” i hurriedly thanked
him & waited till he walked far
away, & i placed the bag-lid back on & pulled my dick back into my pants
& moved my car some 50
yards away. 2 minute later i saw a police officer pace over the plave
where i had parked my car. whew!
narrow escape!
please let me know what u think ;o)

Micheal: yes, we loose bowel control after we die (unless we have just
got some complete enema right b4 we die). you know, the inner-body
pressure is higher than outer one, & we usually can hold any feces up in
thanks to the tight anal ring & other strong muscles & valid nerve
systems we have.

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Eileen
Fiona
Hi there I hope you are well. I am a Hotel Services Team Leader in a
Hospital here in the UK I’m 40 something still young enough to have a
period!!. I am responsible for 3 sites within a local PCT Primary Care
Trust. One site dates back years it is very old , there are three seprate
blocks of visitors toilets in the 64 acres of the site. Fiona I love to
lsiten and like you. I can more or less tell which one of my colleagues
is having # 2.I am not to regular on average about every other day, I
often use the visitors toilets at thie particular site. For example there
is a lady called Rose (50yo) just, she often use the visitors Ladies for
#2 if I am in the other cubile (there are only 2 ) if she door bolts Rose
always farts loudly as she puts the bolt on, once she starts to pee
usually farts a couple of more times then some small pebbles drop , then
a pause for a dribble more of pee , then normally a kursplonk, by now
quite a healthly smell purculates , around I’m still straining awaiting a
large #2 to come slowly out from my anus usually meduim brown about 6
inches long I do about 4 – 6 of these.

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Calboy
Who snuck into the gents and peed standing up using the urinal recently?
If so, how accurate was your stream?

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Fiona
Hi everybody. I have just arrived in Sydney Australia and this is the
first chance I have had to get to the internet since I left the UK on
Monday. Thanks for the great response to my first post. I will give some
replies and then I will tell you about this week.

Estrella – I was interested in the fact that you don’t like your
supervisor talking to you while you poo in the next cubicle. When I was
on the European network, I often had a pre-flight poo next to my purser
(senior stewardess). We would chat whilst we did our business. She was
older than most of the girls and like your supervisor did very quiet and
ladylike poos, in contrast to my loud plops. I was never embarrassed
though and I would advise you not to be. If she found your movements
offensive she would not sit next to you and talk. Tell me – do you both
poo regularly at work at the same time, do you hear other colleagues go,
do you talk to them whilst they go? I would love to hear more stories
about your work poos and those of your colleagues.

Adrian – Thanks for the welcome. Its really nice being open with my
colleagues about going to the toilet and the way that everybody openly
admits to going and talks whilst going is great. I just wish that I could
get enough courage to go one step further and suggest that two or more of
us go together in the same room. Yes I was really lucky being so regular
and I miss it. Now I am trying to keep my watch on UK time which tends to
help me keep track of when I am due a poo and therefore not miss one if I
can help it. There just isn’t enough space for a separate crew and
passenger facilities. The crew one would be very under used compared to
the passenger one – nice idea though.

JW – You are right about dehydration. It was never a problem for me on
short haul flights but when I started flying longer distances I had to
learn to drink more. At first my poo was very hard and dry and difficult
to move after a long flight. Now I drink more it has partially solved the
problem – the poo is still hard but it is soft enough not to cause
constipation. Constipation is a common problem amongst the girls, mainly
because of the irregular hours and many girls hold onto their poo because
they are busy or because they don’t like going on a flight. I have heard
colleagues struggling to go before they get on a flight and it is a
common subject of conversation.

Gruntly Bogwell – Your flight attendant friend is right – I have noticed
that when I have a poo on a flight at night a man often gets up and goes
straight in after me, although the toilet next door has been vacant. I
guess there are many people that share our interests. When I started
flying longhaul, on one occasion got really constipated, I spent about 15
minutes on the toilet in the middle of the night. The time was well spent
and I produced the most massive hard turd. I was the widest poo I had
ever done and it was at least a foot long. The suction toilet couldn’t
cope with it and I decided to leave it and lock the toilet off until we
landed. I left the toilet to get the key and a man immediately rushed in
and shut the door before I could ask him to use another toilet. He was in
there for ages and obviously enjoyed the present that I had left him. It
was really embassasing though.

Thunder from Downunder – I am sorry to hear about your IBS. My advice is
to drink lots of water when you fly to avoid constipation. I liked your
story about the 2 flight attendants you thought had an official visit.
Did you go in after them?

Eileen – I am glad you share my interest in listening. As you only go
every other day I bet you give the person next door a good show –
Kursplonk. Do you always go at work? I would love to hear some stories
about your poos and those of your colleagues. Do you hear doctors and
nurses go too?

Now for my week –

On Monday I woke up at home and got up slowly as I wasnt needed at the
airport until much later. My boyfriend had already gone to work by the
time I had breakfast and needed a poo, so he missed it. I started needing
to go about 9am but held it because I wanted it to be a good satisfying
empty as I was going to be away for some time. I had a second cup of
coffee and was really needing to shit badly, and my wind which was
becoming ever more frequent was beginning to smell bad. I decided to go
at about 1030. I left the bathroom door open so that I could watch the TV
in the bedroom whilst I went. It was a really good one – I sat down and
let out a long silent fart. I then sat forward whilst parting my bottom
cheeks on the seat. I find that this helps me to go and make for a
cleaner poo. One slight push started the movement. After about 10 seconds
the first loud plop came and this was followed by a further 10 plops
(!!!) of similar size. I sat there for about ten minutes watching the TV
but only tiny little bits came so I decided to wipe and finish off. It
really was a big satisfying one and I felt lighter for it. I flushed and
it all went first time but left wide skid marks in the bottom of the loo.

I needed to get to the airport at about 1930 for my 2150 flight to
Singapore, so I just pottered around doing jobs for the rest of the day.
I showered and put on my uniform before I left for the airport. I got to
the airport early and signed in. I went to the toilet, not because I
needed to go but to see if I could hear any of my work mates having a
poo. I sat there for about 10 minutes and was about to give up (only
quick wees) when I heard the noise of someone else approaching. I thought
that I would just wait for her and I struck lucky. She went in the
cubicle one away from me. I heard her pull up her skirt and pull down her
pants and sit down. She sighed loudly and I immediately heard a really
loud crackling noise which seemed to go on for ages followed by one
massive kerplunk. She sighed loudly again and then stared a long loud
wee. When she finished she immediately began to wipe, so I wiped and
left. I was waiting at the mirrors when she came out. It wasn’t a
stewardess, it was the hostess from the first class lounge, who I vaguely
knew and had spoken to in the past. I said hi to her and she said hi and
sorry for the noise but I was desperate and had been holding it for about
four hours. I said don’t worry and I bet you feel better now. Then onto
the plane and take off and many busy serving for hours. We arrived at
Singapore at 1730 local time on Tuesday (which is 1030 UK time). I keep
my watch on UK time just so that I don’t get disorientated with my poos.
I needed to go for about an hour before we landed but it was a busy time
and I decided to hold it for the privacy and comfort of my hotel room.
Got to the about 1900 local time and agreed with the rest of the crew to
meet for dinner later. The first thing I did when I got to the room was
to have my long awaited poo. Although I really needed to go it was a bit
slow to get started but it was a good one and I did about 8 loud plops –
each about 4 to 5 inches long. After dinner I went to bed. Wednesday was
our rest day so I relaxed all day. I was lying next to the pool at about
1600 and began to need to go. I said to Nicole next to me that I was
going back to my room because I need a poo. I had hoped that she would
say me too and come with me but it didn’t happen. I have often heard
Nicole poo at the airport and we openly talk about it so I thought that
she may pick up on it but no luck. However, when we met for dinner she
did say how was your poo and I said good and she told me that she was
constipated. I almost offered to talk to her whilst she tried to go next
time but I didn’t have the nerve. I hope Nicole will pick up on it though.

Thursday came and it was time to fly off to Sydney. The flight was at
2000 (1300 UK time) and we got to the airport at about 1730. I tried for
a poo in the toilets at the airport before we got on the aircraft but no
luck. I did however hear this really pretty Australian Quantas stewardess
have a really urgent sloppy poo. We took off on time and I was beginning
to need the toilet. It was almost mignight when we finished serving and
clearing and settled the passengers for the night. My first stop had to
be the toilet because I was really desperate by now. I told Karen that I
was going for a poo and she said OK see you in a minute. I headed for the
business class toilet and sat down with great relief. I did three bits –
wider than normal and really smelly. Although urgent I took some effort
to get going. I tried to hurry because I hate it when passengers know
what I am doing. I finished and sprayed perfume around to hid the smell
and left. When I got back Karen said my turn now and she headed for the
nearest loo. I would have loved to have gone with her but the toilets are
too small in economy anyway. I stood outside the door casually and
through the folding slit I heard he grunt as she strained but because
they are suction toilets I heard no plops. When she left I made an excuse
to wash my hands and you could just smell her poo in the air and there
was one wide skid mark down the side of the toilet. You only get these
kind of marks when you do a long hard wide heavy bit. We landed at Sydney
a few hours ago and I am looking forward to a rest before heading back
for the UK.

Hope you enjoyed my week. I will post again soon when I am able. Please
respond – Its great sharing an interest. Love Fiona

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Adrian
Estrella. There isn’t really a ‘quick fix’ to your problem. At best I
think the only option open to you is to try and arrange to do #2s at home
rather than at work and try to plan necessary pee breaks at work so that
they don’t coincide with those taken by your supervisor. It’s probably
easier said than done but I don’t know of any alternatives.

HAIRY ANNIE. Hi. I enjoyed your stories about the accident you had whilst
painting and about ‘following through’ whilst taking your early morning
coffee on the porch. If you’re painting at home and no one else is
present, maybe one solution would be to keep a bucket or some other
receptacle close to hand so that you can more or less carry on working
and deal safely and cleanly with calls of nature when they crop up. With
regard to ‘following through’ I think more or less everyone does that
some time or other. I remember visiting the gents at an amusement park
when I was 18 and, as I stood at the urinal peeing I farted and followed
through with what I’ve since learnt is called an “ambush” motion. It’s
vaguely reassuring to hear stories of other people ‘following through’
though. I may have asked this before but my feeling is that you probably
only go for a poo when prompted by the need and don’t have a set pattern
of going. Would that be right?

Earlier this week two very different UK newspapers excelled themselves.
One day a columnist in the London Times who was writing from Tokyo told
us that it was the 25th abbiversary of the launch of a special Japanese
toilet, I think it was called the Washlet, which has all sorts of high
tech gadgets and something like a hose to wash the bottom with in place
of toilet paper. Apparently it’s never taken off in the West due to the
plumbing regulations of many western countries. On another day a certain
tabloid reported that Caprice had something of a reputation for not
flushing the loo after her. She’d admitted to it in an American interview
in which she claimed she often forgot.

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THUNDER FROM DOWN UNDER A couple of days ago I purchased an enema and
gave it a try.
I had discomfort in my bowels…my first attempt at the enema was not as
successful as the second. I lubricated the “nozzle” and inserted it up my
hole…very gently.. I lay in the shower recess for this as it is a bit
of a wet experience.. I could quickly feel myself filling up and I kept
the water running to a point where I could feel myself about to loose
control. I pulled the hose out and slammed my arse on the toilet seat
just as I was loosing it all in one almighty gush… I only seemed to
pass water (brownish water) and a few little turds.
Next day I tried again.. I soaped up the water a little first…slipped
the nozzle in and when I was feeling like I needed a big poo I pulled the
hose out and laid there… the urge subsided a little. As I rosr to my
feet I had a small squirt and dribble from my anus but stopped that with
a wad of toilet paper. My stomach was bloated and tight and urges to poo
came and went. After several minutes I reconnected the hose and poored in
a bit more. I turned off the hose and laid there a minute or two. I
turned it on again and this sent me to extreme urgency. I plonked my
bottom on the toilet seat and I was having uncontrollable squirts with
each peristalsic cramp and then despite my every effort the dam burst and
my butt became a fire hydrant for several seconds … the rush then
became a brief trickle. Looking down into the toilet bowl the water was
darkish browm, the bowl was dotted with brown splashes and there were a
number of “rabbit poos” floating.
Another urge hit and another gush of water but with it plop, plop, plop,
plop, (the sound I wanted to hear, and feel) and it stank. I felt so much
better and still do a couple of days later.
I will certainly repeat the enema experience when the need arises.
TO ESTRELLA: What a novel way of having a staff councelling session.
I wish she was my boss, I would be late and making mistakes all the time.
All jokes aside she was quite improper and the industrial laws in the
country I work in would call it harrasment and she could be in trouble..
or more likely laughed out of the court room with your boss`s actions the
subject of mirth from both sides of the case.
Estrella, the way it would be handled in this country is that you would
be telling everbody what happened and it would be treated with the utmost
hillarity and your boss would look like a goose! This would be a good
story down the pub.
Thunder

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