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Lyndsay
What’s worse that being so drunk that you drop your pants and pee in
front of your friends at an outdoor party?

How about being so drunk that you lose your balance and end up sitting
your bare ass in the puddle of mud you just made by peeing?

This happened to me last summer. In fact, I was so drunk, I just got back
on my feet and pulled up my jeans. The next morning, I couldn’t figure
out why there was dried mud on my buns. My roommate was all too eager to
remind me of my popping a squat in front of thirty people.

How embarrassing is that?

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Mandy
I have this friend Lindsey that has a pretty strange habit. The first
clear memory I have of her “habit” came a couple years ago when we were
11 and I hadn’t known her very long so I didn’t know about any earlier
events. However a couple days earlier I had heard about her 9 year old
sister, Alyssa, having an accident. I thought “Wow she’s kind of old to
have an accident,” but I didn’t think much of it because I didn’t really
know her sister or know the details. Anyway it was Saturday afternoon and
we were at her house just doing random things, I noticed Lindsey was
squirming all day like she had to go to the bathroom and it continued to
get worse. We were just hanging out in her basement and a couple times
she’d stand there with her legs tight together and I could tell by
looking at her that she was holding her poop. I wondered if she was a
little shy about her bathroom habits and didn’t want to go while I was
here. After supper we were playing with a soccer ball in a park just
across her back alley, just kind of passing it back and forth between me,
Lindsey and her sister Alyssa. I started to wonder if Lindsey really was
shy about the bathroom because she obviously had to go bad but wasn’t
doing a very good job of hiding it. Now in addition to grabbing her butt
she would grab her crotch and squeeze her legs together. Then we noticed
Lindsey’s mom leaving the house and driving away, “Oh no she locked the
door,” Lindsey said. “I have to go to the bathroom really bad.” That
dispelled the bathroom shyness theory. She seemed to shrug it off and we
went on playing soccer for a while as she squirmed more noticeably now.
Then she went back into her holding position with her legs tight together
and even crossing them a bit. She’d grab her butt before uncrossing her
legs, kick the ball back to one of us, then go back to holding. A few
minutes later it happened again and she stood cross legged biting her lip
to hold it in. It looked like it was quickly getting worse as she
obviously wasn’t worried about other people seeing her desperate. I was
confused though, if she wasn’t shy about going to the bathroom then why
did she hold it when she had plenty of chances to go. Suddenly she
grabbed her stomach as if she got a sharp cramp and started hobbling
toward her house. She busted through the gate and tried to open the door
but it looked like it was locked. After trying the door a couple times
she gave up on that and looked like she was holding as hard as she could.
She looked extremely desperate for a couple minutes then it looked like
the cramp subsided as she slowly started hobbling back toward us. She
returned to her soccer position and tried to continue playing but she
looked like she was really squirming now and looked to be in a fair
amount of pain from holding her poop. She managed to kick the ball a
couple times when she winced and grabbed her stomach again as another
cramp hit her. She stood there for a second bent over then finally she
said, “Okay don’t pass to me, bathroom break.” I wondered what she was
planning to do since the door was locked and she couldn’t get to the
toilet. Then to my surprise she grabbed her butt and carefully walked
over to a big tree she was standing under, spread her legs a bit, and
squatted down. I thought she must’ve been joking but I saw her face start
to go red and she looked like she was pushing. Sure enough my mouth
dropped open as I watched a small lump poke out the seat of her jeans
which were pretty tight especially now that she was squatting. I saw her
give another push and the lump quickly began to grow. I couldn’t believe
what I was seeing, her house was about 100 feet away but she just
squatted down and took a huge dump in her pants like it was no big deal.
The movement was really settling in the seat of her panties, it spread
out over her butt and stuck way out the back. My jaw dropped even further
as I watched how huge the bulge was getting. It kept coming and coming
until finally it looked like she was done. As she stopped heaving she let
out a sigh of relieve which was evident in the look on her face. She
reached back and felt the gigantic bulge on her butt then slowly stood
up. She took a couple careful steps forward then stopped again, she
hesitated for a second then spread her legs a bit and bent her knees
slightly. My jaw dropped yet again as I watched her push even more poop
into her panties. I could even hear it crackle a bit this time as she
forced the movement out. Finally she let out another sigh and almost
looked like she was short of breath. She stood for a second and reached
back to feel the bulge again. Then she slowly started waddling back to
her soccer position while it looked like she was adjusting the bulge on
her butt. Then stood, unphased, ready to play soccer again. I realized
I’d been standing there staring at her the whole time. Her sister was
looking at her then looked back at me as if wondering what the problem
was. Alyssa then kicked her the ball and she kicked it to me as if all
was normal. She was moving a little awkwardly to accomodate the huge
mountain of poop in her underwear but overall she seemed more comfortable
with the load in her panties than in her stomach, in fact it looked like
she felt much better after unloading that mountain of crap into her
jeans. I guess it was understandable since the load was so huge but I
didn’t think the part about it being in her pants would feel too good. It
didn’t seem to bother her though. I was too afraid to say anything so I
continued playing along in a state of semi-shock. We went on for a few
minutes and I couldn’t stop thinking about what Lindsey had just done. My
eyes were drawn to the bulge whenever she turned around or made it
visible. It must have been a really solid movement because it didn’t
stain through her jeans and it looked like it was securely contained in
her panties even a couple times as she broke into an awkward run to get
the ball as it rolled by her.

Even now that she’d pooped her pants, I noticed Lindsey was still
squirming a bit as she waited for the ball to come to her and I
remembered earlier it looked like she had to pee too. She would grab at
her crotch every few seconds and squirm around, getting more an more
noticeable every minute. After about 20 minutes Alyssa suggested we go
onto the playground equipment to play around. I guess we had to wait out
here for Lindsey’s mom and it was some pretty fancy equipment so we
decided to go. I was walking behind both of them still unable to look
away from the humungous bulge in Lindsey’s jeans, she was still walking a
little awkwardly as the poop swayed behind her. I also noticed that her
poop didn’t smell at all, I was right behind her and I didn’t notice it
even a bit. Then I heard Lindsey say to her sister, “I wish I would have
brought my key with me, I still have to pee really bad.” Then Alyssa
mentioned that Lindsey had pooped a lot in her pants and Lindsey said, “I
didn’t go for 5 days, and I think I ate way too much of that lasagne last
night.” I wanted to jump into the conversation but I didn’t know what to
say. I didn’t want to offend her or anything and I’d never seen anyone
have an accident before, and I thought it was pretty strange that she was
so casual about it. I knew if I had one I’d probably be humiliated beyond
belief. We continued onto the equipment and started running around
playing random games. Lindsey was still running awkwardly as her
squirming was again becoming noticeable. She’d stop every couple of
minutes to squirm, then continue playing. Since we had to wait for her
mom we would probably be there for a while and I wondered if she would
pee her pants too if her mom took too long. After a few minutes of
playing I was underneath her as she climbed a ladder. I looked up and
noticed a tiny wet spot about the size of a quarter on her crotch.
Sometimes when she stopped to squirm, despite her struggling, she would
sometimes take off running before it looked like she really had a hold on
her pee and I thought that she’d probably let out a couple squirts as she
ran around. I didn’t think she had a weak bladder since she’d been
holding it all day, I think she just didn’t care much if a few spurts got
out since pooping her pants obviously didn’t bother her too much. Soon I
noticed the patch getting a little bigger. As time went on it gradually
started increasing in size as she stopped more and more often to squirm.
Finally she stopped running around as it looked like it was getting to be
too much for her while trying to hold her pee. She was up on the high
equipment as she carefully walked around with her hand jammed between her
legs. I ran by her and asked if she was alright. She just nodded and
looked back at her house, “I don’t know where my mom is, what’s taking
her so long?” She slowly made her way across the bridge to the next
platform. Right as she stepped off the bridge she stopped and grabbed the
railing. Her knees were buckled together and she was slowly squatting
down with her hand still shoved between her legs. Alyssa stopped running
around and went up to check on her sister. I followed her as we both
stood over Lindsey who looked like she couldn’t hold it another second.
Alyssa was talking to her about something random while Lindsey tried to
respond normally. Then she looked back at her house again checking if her
mom was home yet. Not having any luck Lindsey turned her head back to us
and said, “I give up,” as I saw her whole tensed up body relax. No more
than a second later I could hear a trickling sound coming from her lap
and as she took her hand out from between her legs I saw a glistening wet
patch rapidly growing on her crotch. The pee quickly flowed through her
jeans onto the floor where it mad a large pool and began draining through
the cracks in the wood. Again I stared in shock and amazement while she
had another accident. I couldn’t believe it, she couldn’t get into her
house so she just held it until she wet her pants. She kept peeing and
peeing, her jeans getting more and more drenched all the time. She had so
much in her I had to wonder where she stored it all. After peeing and
pooping so much she must’ve lost about 20 pounds! But she was very petit
so I couldn’t help but wonder where it all came from. Finally the torrent
of pee flowing from between her legs began to slow and as she let out the
last few squirts she finished peeing her pants. When she was done she
looked down at her crotch, opening her legs a bit to assess the damage.
Every time she moved her legs I could hear a bit of a ‘squish’ sound as
her jeans were still drenched with pee. After inspecting her wet pants
she just kind of shrugged it off and stood back up. Again after having a
huge accident she went back to acting completely natural as if nothing
was wrong. While she got up and ran off, I was still staring at the pool
of pee on the platform that was still draining through the cracks in the
wood to a large puddle in the sand below. Finally I pulled my eyes away
from the scene of her accident and we went on playing on the equipment.
After about 20 minutes we saw her mom come back home and we decided we
should go back. I wondered what the reaction from her mom would be,
though by the way Lindsey was acting it sure didn’t seem like this was
the first time this had happened. We walked up to the back door of her
house and met up with her mom just as she walked around back to go
inside. She started to say hi but before she could even get that out she
noticed Lindsey’s wet jeans. She didn’t seem mad or all that surprised,
she just had a little bit of a dissappointed sound to her voice.
“Hey…oh Lindsey, what happened?” Lindsey still didn’t seem too
embarrassed at being seen like that. “The door was locked and I couldn’t
hold it,” she explained. Her mom came closer and said quietly: “I thought
you were going to try harder to stop having accidents. You should’ve gone
before you went out.” “I didn’t really have to,” she lied. I knew she’d
had to go all day and had plenty of chances to use the toilet. Her mom
unlocked the door and held it open for us. She must’ve noticed Lindsey
walking strangely as she approached the door because after giving her a
funny look she asked: “Did you poop your pants too?” Lindsey stopped
walking and stood with her legs together, hands behind her back, with a
guilty look on her face, and nodded shyly. “Lindsey,” her mom started,
sounding dissappointed as she walked toward Lindsey to have a look. Then
she saw the enormous bulge that was barely able to fit in Lindsey’s
jeans. I had started walking downstairs so I didn’t quite hear everything
she had to say but her mom scolded her for a bit and sent her to clean up
the huge mess.

Anyway, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. I was strangely
fascinated by the whole thing. I tried to figure out her logic. After a
few more experiences with her I discovered she would hold it as long as
possible, then at the very last minute she would try and make it to the
bathroom which often ended in her having an accident. We continued to be
friends to this day, I have witnessed several more accidents and I’m
still fascinated by it. I’ve also built up the courage to talk to her a
little bit about her habit, although she doesn’t have much to say about
it. It’s pretty much what I figured after that first experience. She just
liked to hold it until the last minute and didn’t seem to mind having an
accident, although she never had one in school or anything so I guess she
knew when not to risk having an accident. Whew! It takes a long time to
write in detail because I know you guys like that.;) Anyway I hope to
post again soon. Laterz!

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Kathy
There are times when I get the urge to crap standing up!! Yep, it’s
comfortable too. There are two places I do this; one at the nude beach,
away from people, then I bury “it”, 2nd, at home. No splash, just stand
so they hit shallow water.

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Jody B.
A few nights ago on Jay Leno, actress Julia Stiles was telling a story of
how she accidently was given laxatives instead of aspirin in some other
country while filming a movie. I would of loved to have heard the details.

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great story rachel, please post more

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sara
Hi my name id sara Im 23 nice figure and I really enjoy peeing and seeing
and people peeing. This moth I did a lot of that lets start from
yesterday. I went for my morning run in the park I felt the need to pee
building so I go off behind a bush and start to pull my sweats downI
sqauted half way and started peeing I was hissing as the pee was shooting
out then I hear a mans voice he said let me take a piss first i was
trying to stop my pee but could not the man was standing near the tree
about 3 feet away and pulled out his penis and started to pee on the tree
he then seen me peeing and said sorry as he was peeing i said it was ok
we all have to go sometimes my stream was still going I made a big puddle
in the dirt and I was still going his stream finished and he put his
peinis back in his shorts he said wow you really had to piss I laughed I
as I came to a trcked pee I grabbed my tissue and said turn around I have
to wipe he agreed I started to run again he peed like a hose he let alot
go so fast splatt he was letting his piss form a arc before it hit the
tree coo I was thinking.

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tracygirl
Hi Brigitte! Well usually after about three days with no poop, I DO reach
for the little pink pill….. but I would like to find something that does
it more naturally. There are too many women that are taking the little
pink pill every day to be able to go, and I don’t want to wind up like
that. I’m trying Activia and haven’t noticed any real change so far…. but
we’ll see. I HATE prunes or I would try those. I’m also eating bran
cereal in the mornings now to see if that helps, although fiber hasn’t
made much difference in the past when I’ve tried it, it just makes me
bloated, like I already am when I’m constipated…. 🙁

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Calista
Hey all, has anyone else here had to poop or pee in a room of their house
other than their bathroom or done it because they could?

I took the survey here and it struck me as interesting that they had
questions about using other rooms for these purposes. I have been using
my bedroom as a secondary restroom since I was 15(now 24), and
particularly enjoyed answering those questions. I recycle newspapers my
buying them, reading them, then using them as a place to go when the
bathroom is occupied or I’m just unable or unwilling to go downstairs to
the bathroom. I stack them under my bed, and put them wherever it seems
necessary, so that I can go.

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Traffic poo-er girl
Hi Thunder, thanks for that story. Gosh I don’t know how I would have
handled a soft poop like that; that must have been so messy.

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shogunblade
I’m back with a new story, it’s been awhile, though.

As I’ve mentioned in my earlier messages, I’m a chorus singer, and the
last time I mentioned this, I also mentioned I had some terrible
intestinal problems. Well, I got better, except for this one day.

On Tuesday, I was going to be in a concert (I scored superior, so I got
to preform any songs I did good on.

Also, I’m currently having Driver’s Ed. Which means that almost
immediately after learning about the rules of the road, I have to go
practice my singing and such.

And here’s the worst part of it all. I had just about the weakest
sphinxter muscles then. I had some of my dad’s homemade Tamales (Hot,
even on the way out) And went to class, I was in extreme discomfort, I
was suprised that no one could hear the ‘grumble, grumble’ of my stomach.

Luckily, the class was only an hour, So as soon as it was let out, I went
to the restroom, I didn’t care about any obstructions in my way. I ran to
the correct restroom, but we have Stoppers on our doors, in case a door
needs to be propped open, to let out or let in on something.

needless to say, I went and ran to the toilets, but forgot about the
stoppers, and some girls walked by, because the water fountain is right
inbetween the girls’ and guys’ room. I went and found a clean toilet, and
had the awful farts you could imagine mexican food could give you. The
farts echoed from out of my stall and into the hallway, two girls
laughed, I told them to shut up, and laughed a few more minutes, and I
farted some more, so they kicked up the stopper, and left me 6 minutes of
peace as I had chunks of poo flow from within me.

I cleaned up and went to the main area, Where I was nervous, because I
had a duet with my girlfriend, which is kinda embarrassing to me, her
parents were there, my parents were there, so I felt uneasy, and my
intestines felt terrible again, but I held it in, and after preformances,
and the stage stuff was done, and went to my bathroom at home and had a
bout of diarrhea. I was fine, I didn’t puke, anyway, which makes me feel
better.

There’s my story, and I have one more. This is disgusting.

A week ago, I was talking with my girlfriend at school, when I got the
urge to crap, so I told here i must be off, (She didn’t need to know what
I had to do.) So I went to the guys’ bathroom, and when i approached the
door, two of my goofball friends came out laughing. They warned me, but I
didn’t listen:
“Don’t look in the stalls!”

So, curiosity killed the cat, and my breathing space, I went and looked
and someone Had… like (This is funny, now that I think of it.) violent
,this was like chunky pudding or something, it was in the water, it
covered the bowl, I thought it was my 2 idiot friends, but they said they
stumbled upon it, because they were gonna take a crap too, so i checked
the other one, same result.

I wasn’t about to flush someone else’s crap, so I had to hold mine in
until I got home. The next day, one stall had a large paper that said
“OUT OF ORDER.” Those jerks, I bet it was them.

As for Phoebe’s story, the one about the spiked alcoholic drinks, that
was probably very embarrassing, find my name in the back a little bit, I
have some stories similar to your predicament.

while you read my story, try to mental image that 2nd story, it’s scary
and funny.

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Kelly
I have a couple of stories to share with everyone here. The first story:
I was at work and I got the urge to poop. I decided to hold it because I
didn’t have to go too bad, and I got off work in an hour anyway.

I swung by the ladies room when I got off and went into the middle of the
3 stalls because it was the only one not occupied. Apparently I wasn’t
the only one holding it in until after work. I heard the door open as I
was pulling my pants down and someone else walked in.

Since there was another person waiting, I sat down and tried to finish up
as quickly as possible. While I farted a few times, I heard the woman on
my left peeing. She began to wipe as I pushed a little to help the turd
come out. The person on my right was farting like crazy, obviously
suffering from a lot of gas. The left stall flushed and was soon taken
again.

I was still only having silent farts, but not poop was coming out. I knew
I had to go, so I pushed a little more. On my right I heard the crackling
of a turd and then a splash, followed by 2 smaller splashes and a sigh of
relief. The left stall’s occupant had a quick pee and left the bathroom.

I pushed some more and let out a loud fart. That turd did not want to get
out of me! When I heard the right toilet flush and I was alone I could
finally poop in peace. I can poop in public, but I go better in private.

“Unngggh!!” I grunted, pushing very hard as a turd finally worked out of
my butt. I looked between my legs to see the turd. For as much effort it
took to produce, it wasn’t very thick, but damn was it long. The turd hit
the bowl, curled all the way around the bowl and began to curl around
again. At about half way around it broke off.

I reached for some paper and another turd came out. This one was about
the same thickness but much shorter. With a splash, my bowels were empty.
I wiped, flushed and went home.

My second story happened a few months ago, but I still remember it very
well. I have a friend who works as a janitor at a school, and as such
does most of her work when the building is empty. She told me tales of
the bathrooms at her workplace, but I didn’t believe her. One day, I went
with her to see the bathrooms.

First, we went into the women’s room. There are 3 stalls there, just like
at my work. However, unlike our ladies’ room, it was not quite so clean.
One of the toilets had pee all over the seat, another had writing all
over the walls, and the last one… someone apparently pooped and didn’t
even bother to flush – A large turd was just floating in the bowl. My
friend said that wasn’t common for the ladies’ room though.

When I had finished helping my friend clean up, she told me the men’s
room was even worse. The writing on the walls in here was mostly curse
words, some were even engraved in the stall walls. The urinals were
actually fairly clean compared to the toilets. The men’s room only had
two toilets and both had unflushed turds. One was several small turds
curling at the bottom of the bowl and the other was actually clogged with
about 4 different turds and tons of toilet paper.

That’s the last time I’ll complain about my work’s restrooms… they’re
nearly spotless compared to this school’s. I also feel sorry for my
friend and hope she finds a new job soon :S

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Blair G.
To Cute & Shy:
It wasn’t so much that I didn’t want to use the school bathrooms
(although, I would have rather avoided a noisy poo in a public restroom)
but our bus driver was notorious for waiting for no one. Like I said, it
wasn’t an emergency at the time and I didn’t wanna have to hang around
school until my parents could come get me. I’ve had a few accidents
(always diarrhea related), but only one in a thong and it is easily the
worst. That’s the only time I cried while messing myself. Honestly, I
think I could have saved my clothes but knowing the demon I’d unleashed
in them, I doubted I’d ever feel sexy wearing them again.

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Linda
Linda from Australia here again. To Fat Woman: Thanks for sharing that
info with me and answering my questions about Nina’s pooping (and your
own pooping) I think Nina would love this site, you should encourage her
to post on here. I share a house with a friend, who is also quite large
(I’m not a lesbian though). We never discuss our toileting habits but I’m
sure she does have trouble with pooping sometimes. I would never even
think about mentioning this site to her, she isn’t that sort of person. I
love being able to post on this site because I can discuss toileting
habits without any inhibitions. I have a few more questions for both you
and Nina:
How long do you get constipated for??
What is the longest time you have gone without taking a dump?
How long does it take for you to do a poo when you have been constipated?
Do either of you ever do a poo in public toilets? Or in other places
besides the toilet?

Thanks for letting me ask lots of questions about your poop!!

Linda from Australia here again.
To Thunder From Down Under:
Thanks for sharing your story, I really liked it!! It sounds like you get
constipated quite regularly. How long does your constipation last? How
long does it take for you to do a dump?? Please share some more stories
with us, I love reading them.

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Cindy
Hey everyone! I know it’s been awhile since I posted but now I have this
story. This mourning I was doing a crossword puzzle while I was having my
mourning bowel movement. My son accidently walked in on me while I was
pooping. I was emberrest.He did say the cutest thing however. “Wow! I
didn’t know a grown-up girl like you poops as well” I laughed and I told
him that all peoplego poop. “Even animals poop” I told him. He then
walked out. My question is, Do any of you ever feel emberrest when a
child sees you defacating?

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Omega
I’m a long time lurker, 20-year-old black male, generally without the
time to post (or really good stories anyway) but I felt the need to post
because of some of the fantastic stories that have been being recounted
lately, and especially the amazing storytelling skills displayed by
Rachelle.

Not only was it a good experience to read about, but the way that you
told it made it seem as if the reader was in the bathroom with you. I
also like flowery prose; don’t hesitate to share more often.

Phoebe, your story also was quite enjoyable. Did you and your friends
have any other experiences? How did they do the rest of the night?

Well, that’s all for this first post, but there may be more in the future.

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Fernando
Hello. This post is about unisex toilets and their impact on society.
First of all I think going to the bathroom is basically the opposite of
eating and drinking. It´s a digestive (or urinary) function. However
society (mainly western) has made it a taboo subject, so shitting is seen
as dirty (shit stinks) and vile (shameful). This is of course completely
wrong. Although I think we should keep certain modesty regarding our
bodily functions particularly in certain environments to respect social
conventions, we should liberate ourselves when in an appropiate
environment like a public bathroom and be shameless shitters. I´m a man
and basically I can tell a guy´s point of view. Public bathrooms are
social equalizers. It doesn´t matter if you´re a blue collar or a white
collar guy or hispanic or white. There´s a bond between men shitting in
acknowledging each others situation. For a few minutes all men are equal.
In the case of unisex bathrooms, men and women would be put at the same
level regarding bodily functions. Although not sexual, shitting (or
pissing) in front of the opposite sex would be unbearable to most women
since there´s a girls don´t shit ideal fostered by both genders, and men
can´t just accept the fact that a cute chick can fart and shit. Men are
less self conscious than woman regarding their own bodily fucntions and
shitting would not be a problem for most guys. Urinating is a more
controversial issue because if there are urinals some guys might suffer
pareusis. However a lot of men use open air urinals like in the U.K. and
Amsterdam wihout a problem and I think pee shyness wouldn´t be greater
than in a men only setting. A unisex bathroom would work best in an
environment of open minded people, like in upscale bars, trendy
restaurants, and certain innovative companies. The younger generation
tends to be more open minded (in general but there are exceptions), but
any place where people accept bodily functions as a natural process,
would be a potential location. People who don´t have a prejudice about
going to the bathroom and who don´t see the act of relieving yourself as
vile. Both men and women are affected but in different ways by a unisex
scheme. For men it basically means being more civilized when going to the
bathroom. Men should continue to use urinals (guys should not piss in the
toilet seat!) so that they leave the stall clean for the women (and
men),and washing their hands as a courtesy to the ladies. Men would also
have to finally come to terms with the fact that girls shit. In the short
term some men could be uncomfortable (or turned on)but in the long run
men would get used to it and would not make an issue. On the contrary men
would be very respectful of the women and even the other men pooping (and
farting). In short, men would continue to see the bathroom as a place to
solely do your business (get in, get done, get out) but would be more
civilized, cleaner, and more corteous to the other men and women. They
would also be less homophobic for obvious reasons, since not only persons
of the opposite sex would use a unisex restroom but also persons with a
different sexual orientation and transgendered individuals. The unisex
scheme reinforces the fact that going to the bathroom is not sexual at
all. For women a unisex scheme would mean spending less time in the
bathroom and the end of the bathroom as a girl´s only sanctuary where
they can chit chat without the men hearing. However that doesn´t mean the
end of girl´s combing their hair or checking their make up in the mirror.
It just means that girl´s would not see the bathroom as a girl´s only
club. A benefit for the women would be the end to long lines since a
unisex bathroom makes more efficient use of space and most men would only
use the urinals. Women would have to come to terms with urinals. Although
some unisex schemes propose only stalls, I think it´s better to keep the
urinals for practical purposes. Men are anatomically different than women
and a urinal is the most comfortable and efficient way a man can urinate
and besides it´s more hygienic for the stall users. Besides urinals could
be in a separate area so that genitals are not exposed to women. However
the most difficult part for women would be getting used to pooping (and
pissing) in the presence of men. However a stall would give more than
enough privacy, and for a man it´s more tricky to tell if a woman is
defecating or urinating so a woman can just enter a stall and make no
issue of it. In the short term many women could be ashamed but in the
long term no one would make an issue since it´s obvious for a man that a
woman always goes to a stall. For a women seeing a man in a stall
immediately tells her that he is defecating however women are not
stimulated visually as men and it is the urinals what would be most
shocking to them since the penis is exposed. However women would quickly
get used to it and besides urinals would mean more benefits to them. In
short, men would learn the best of women when going to the bathroom
basically being cleaner and women would learn the best of men, namely
being faster in the bathroom. Both genders would benefit and there would
be a net gain for men and women.

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THUNDER FROM DOWN UNDER: Another story about constipation. I was
travelling up the coast many years ago to a resort and was just a little
bunged up.. I thought I would get on top of it when I was at a health
food shop and saw a product called Laxobars…thought I would give it a
try so I bought one and ate it there and then. That afternoon I was
booked in for a session in a float tank…you go into this small chamber
and float on water that is full of epsom salts like the Dead Sea. It is
very relaxing but did not really catch on. Anyway, I was lying there for
some time half asleep when the bowels started to move….my time was not
up so I just stayed there…I began to fart and fart and fart…the
chamber must have been full of gas…you would not want to strike a
match. Suddenly the urge to shit became unbearable and I did not know
whether to run for the toilet which was in the main foyer in the nude or
what. I got out and risked it by having the quickest shower, hurriedly
dressed and bolted past the staff squeezing my butt cheeks together. At
point of explosion I sat my firm arse on the toilet seat victorious I
made it. The turd was big and rock like…toobig for my anus but had an
army of turds forcing it out…I gave a push and my arse fired like a
cannon with turds as machine gun bullets…there was a break and another
onslaught of shit and I felt so empty I almost floated off the toilet…I
then had a long relaxing pee. After wipping I went and had a delightful
massage and my bowels were so content.
That night I had an enjoyable dinner of spicey chicken and at the
conclusion I ajourned to the toilet for a very easy shit (satisfying too!)
THUNDER

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Friday, May 26, 2006

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Donny
I like to change the toilet seat in my bathroom every few months. If I
happen to see a new one in a store that I like, I will buy it. Normally I
have the heavy duty open front type that is heavily contoured. I like it
when women use my bathroom and then comment that I have a different
toilet seat. They seem to use my bathroom even if they don’t have to go.
I think a lot of women do that – if a clean bathroom is available, they
will use it regardless, even if it is just for a very little tinkle. So,
all you gals, is my observation correct?

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Laura
Last week was very uneventful, but I have a story that happened today. My
friend and I went swimming at the river. We are very open about pooping
and watch each other pee and poop often. Anyway, after we finished
swimming, my friend said she had to poop.

She squatted over the bushes and peed a large stream, with some quiet
farts. I heard her stomach rumble and she farted a few times, each time
louder. Her stomach rumbled fiercely and she farted really loud about 5
times.

With some less intense rumbling, her first turd shot out. It was thin,
slimy and hit the ground, curling around 4 times, followed by several
juicy farts and another thinner turd that curled around on the ground
only once.

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Garette
1)i had an accident after peeing yesterday. i was bursting to go to the
toilet and could not find it initially. i went around the mall searching
for it and finally found it in an extreme corner. by then, i had already
pissed a stream in my pants. i immediately let my willie out of my fly
and peed. after i thought i had finished peeing, i zipped up and when i
was about to leave the restroom, a LONG stream of pee escaped from my
willie, into my pants! it was very much damp and uncomfortable but
thankfully it was dark in colour and could not be easily notice.

2)when i was young, i used to say ‘shhh(sound of pee)’ when i needed the
toilet. and almost immediately, i would let everything out on the spot.
my mum would often rush me to the toilet but it’d always be too late.
there was a time when i tried to trick my mum into believing that i had
to pee. so i repeated ‘sshhhh’ for many times. instead, i started the
urge for real! i ended up peeing myself after hearing the familiar sound
of pee made by me.

Garette

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Cute & Shy
To Jamie
I was in the bathroom on the Greyhound for like 5 minutes each time I
used it and like you asked, it did stink really bad when I finished.

To Blair G.
You didn’t feel like using the bathroom at school? Yo, I used to be
scared of doing that, but after I did it, it was all good. I knew you
said it wasn’t that serious at first, but when you’re starting to feel
cramps, it’s best to just go to the bathroom anyway girl. Just try by
going during class hours when there’s usually no one in there. Then you
wouldn’t have to worry about embarrassing yourself if you think you
would, and after you use it, you don’t have to worry about having an
accident at home. And yeah, thongs are the worst to have an accident in.
Yeah, I had one of those before and it’ll kill ya mood quick.

To A.W.
LOL that’s what happens when they put in that chemical in the pool. It
causes the pee to turn red it’s just that I was never told anything about
it. Well, it’s different for you, your story happened when you were
little and for some reason, they be funny. ^__^

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Phoebe
Hi!

When I was in college, my girlfriends and I would play different drinking
games. Kind of like truth or dare, the “loser” had to do somthing
embarrassing or humiliating.

One time we played this game where each girl had to drink a cocktail, one
of which had been spiked with a laxative. We then had to wait until one
of us finally had to shit. The catch was, whoever it was had to use the
boys’ bathroom!

Guess who wound up with the shits! ME! About an hour after drinking it, I
felt my bowels cramping and creaking. Then all of a sudden, everything in
my guts just rushed into my rectum. I clenched my butt cheeks and yelled,
“Oh f***!” I jumped up and put my hands to my butt. They all laughed and
jumped up. I said, “Oh, God, do I really have to go in the guys’ room?”
They all said yes. I rushed out and ran down the hall to the guys’
bathroom. After a moment of hesitation I poked my head in.

I heard the shower going, and saw feet in one of the stalls. My friends
all pushed me in. I just stood there for a second, then a wet fart sent
me racing to the closest stall. No one saw me at this point. I closed the
stall door, yanked down my pajama bottoms and underpants and sat down. I
had explosive diarrhea for several minutes. I held my hand over my mouth
so any guys who came in couldn’t hear me groaning.

While I was shitting, the guy in the other stall finished, flushed and
left. I heard him wash his hands and leave. I had a few more minutes of
squirts.

When it was finally over, I caught my breath, and rolled off some TP and
wiped my ass. It took several wipes. I flushed the toilet, pulled up my
pants and peeked out the stall door. I couldn’t see anyone. I opened the
door, poked my head out and quietly made for the door. I was about
halfway there when a guy came in. I froze, and just stared at him, and he
at me. Finally, I said, “Hi!” He said, “Uh, hi.” I bolted past him and
ran out the door.

My friends started laughing their asses off. We ran back to the room and
I washed my hands with antibacterial lotion. I kept having diarrhea all
night, but they only made me use the guys’ room the first time. It was
pretty funny.

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Anny
Hey, Anny here. I have a couple more bathroom stories to share with you.
This first one happened when my friend Steve was 10. He went to summer
camp for that summer. One time he finished eating, and he felt the urge
to fart, but he waited until he went to the bathroom. As soon as he
closed the door he ripped a huge fart. To his horror he dropped a big
load of crap in his pants before he even got his pants down. At the same
time he pissed himself, soaking the front and back of his jeans. It ran
down his leg and in his shoes, all over the floor. He started crying
because he knew his mom would be mad that he had an accident, and if he
walked back to his cabin, everyone would know he had an accident. He
emptied the log into the toilet and went back to his cabin and changed.

A couple of weeks ago my 9-year-old sister, Alyssa, had the flu. She was
sick for 2 or 3 days, with constant vomiting and diarrhea. She threw up
at least 20 times in one day. For the first day or so, she threw up
constantly. The day after that, the diarrhea started, and it was
frequent. She had at least 5 or 6 accidents in one day, usually because
she farted or it slipped out or something. She had to rinse her panties
out each time and put it in the laundry. After a couple of days she was
fine again, and I’m glad. I felt really bad for her because she hardly
gets sick with the flu, but when she does, she gets it bad.

That’s it from me for now. Will post more later.

Anny

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Brigitte
So here I am at my boyfriend’s computer, I haven’t posted for a while.
Had to mention for Tracygirl:
About your Correctol and other similar stimulant laxatives like Dulcolax.
Sometimes it is just what you need, girl!
Just don’t take it more than once or twice a week.
I have used it before and after travel, for physicals, and to drop a
pound or two.
Bisacodyl has been tested for years in Europe and is safe.
The Yoplait yogurt will help …
But face it girl, when you need cleaned out, reach for the pink pill.

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Rachelle
Hello, everyone! My name is Rachelle, and I am yet another long-time
lurker but first-time poster. I am a typical college student, am 22, am
5’10”, have long and curly brown hair in which I often wear ribbons,
have a model’s body, and am very cheerful and outgoing.

I’m so elated to find a site like this on the web! It practically shouts
at me that there really are many people out there who are open to and
enjoy talking about their voiding experiences, especially in detail. I’m
surprised at just how many of us, among this crowd, are women – myself
included! Honestly, I absolutely love peeing and pooping….and even
farting too! They all are natural and define sweet relief with a dose of
pleasure! With that said, I want to share with you all the very
satisfying bowel movement I had yesterday.

As usual, I was engaged in my normal activities, and suddenly I felt that
urge that can’t be mistaken creep into my backdoor. I suppressed it
thinking, “I don’t want to go yet; I’d like to wait a while.” Afterward,
as one might expect, the urge returned periodically, having grown in
strength each time. Holding in my crap all along, I learned that I would
need to vacate my bowels very soon. At last, the intestinal pressure
arose with such intensity that I then knew that it would be unhealthy to
keep my anus closed any longer. “Oh, my goodness!” I cried softly, “I
really need to poop! I’m definitely going now before I unload into my
panties!” With no further hesitation, I scampered toward the restroom.
Once there, I yanked open the door, hopped inside, and shut the door
behind me. Then safe, I slumped against the door, letting out a soft
sigh. I took a quick glance around in the silence of the setting. “All
right,” I thought, “some nice peace and quiet.” In a few seconds, another
squeeze of my rectum snapped me back to reality. “Oh, right. Silly me!
Gotta do my business” I said, stepping if front of the toilet. I
unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned, unzipped, and gracefully pulled down my
pink silk panties and constricting sky blue jeans down to my ankles.
“Here I am half-naked again,” I thought with a grin as I gently planted
myself on the commode. “Ooooh, that’s cold!” I shrieked lightly, cringing
on the seat. As soon as I was comfortable, I sat straight up in my usual
ladylike posture, loosened my spine, rested my hands on top of my bare
thighs, and relaxed my sphincters. I must have looked so dignified
voiding in this composure. There was no turning back at that point. Never
mind any interruptions; I really had to go – badly!

“Any moment now,” I whispered to myself, expecting an eventful expulsion.
It wasn’t long before my young excretory system unleashed it’s wrath.
Suddenly, I felt the urge in my rectum return and a huge, loud fart
erupted from my butthole. “Whoa!” I exclaimed, “I feel better already! Is
this gonna be a gassy affair?” My stomach churned for a moment, and then
a weaker deep-toned fart passed from me. It was indeed going to be a
gassy ordeal. Then, almost without feeling it coming, I let out another
fart, this one being shorter but noisier. “Oh, my goodness!” I exclaimed,
“Who saw that coming?” Just then, I sensed a forceful pressure expanding
my rectum. When it halted, I began to push and then, on second thought,
stopped. “There’s no need to force it” I surmised, “This should be
comfortable. Let it come out when it’s ready.” Not a moment sooner, the
rectal urge, more intense this time, returned and I began to push
moderately. “Uuuuuuuungh!” I moaned softly. I then felt my anus split
open and stretch as my poop began to emerge. A thick, squishy, dark brown
turd rubbed the walls of my buttcrack as it smoothly slid out. It was so
warm and gooey, and it crackled and hissed as it came out. I felt that it
was a long one too, and closed my blue eyes to capture the thrill of it.
Finally, the log broke off and landed in the bowl with a kerplunk,
splashing a little water on my butt. “Ahhhhhhhh,” I sighed. Not a split
second passed before another pocket of gas emanated from my rear end in a
low-pitched gurgling sound. I leaned forward and peeked inside the
underlying pot. “Holy crap! It’s huge!” I wailed, “I dropped a neutron
bomb!” That instant, the potent stench reached my nose. “Ewwww!” I
whispered as my face turned to a scowl, and I waved my hand gently in
front of my nose. “My guts must be so fouled up!” I thought. My crap
fumes and farts were just toxic. I didn’t matter, though; there was more
to come.

Again, I felt another intestinal force prying open my pretty pink
butthole. I decided to give this one a little boost, and from my
posterior left yet another resounding burst of gas. I was actually rather
enjoying myself. Not only was it a break from the rat race of life, but
also it was somewhat titillating. It never had dawned on me until now
what comfort could be gained from a bodily function. While I daydreamed
this, my colon continued to churn. Maintaining my sitting upright, I
removed my hands from my thighs and rested them on my lap, folding one on
top of the other. A few more pockets of smelly gas sputtered from my anus
in a string of small farts. I giggled; my output was already more than I
expected. As soon as it ceased, another strong urge arose quickly in my
rectum. Gasping, I said, “Oh, my goodness! Here comes a big one!” With
that, another turd penetrated my little butthole. I pushed weakly on this
one, but it slid out easily. This one was very warm, more flexible, and
thinner in size. Sadly, it soiled my gorgeous white buttcrack and pink
anus, but for me it had such a charming sensation coming out. When it
finally broke away, another horrendous fart cannoned out of my bowels.
“Goodness gracious!” I shouted, “I never thought I’d be so full of nasty
vapors! What a gaseous girl I am!” Indeed, my intestinal fury had taken
its toll, for by now the bathroom bore a rancid odor.

I started to feel sorry for my guts. My pity flared instantly when,
again, that ominous intestinal urge arose in my posterior. “Oh, my
goodness! There’s still more poop inside me?” I said to myself. One last
time, I moved my bowels and dropped from my fleshy butthole three warm,
soft, solid balls of poop quickly, and then squeezed out a fourth one a
moment later. In a dramatic encore, I pumped out one final noxious,
eardrum-shattering fart and sighed deeply of utter relief. “Excuse me!” I
shouted in jest into the silence as if nearby there were an audience to
gross out. No longer did I sense any turbulence in my abdomen or urge in
my rectum. “OK, I must be emptied now” I mused. I snatched a few sheets
of toilet paper and began to wipe my grossly defaced anus and buttcrack.
It took several strokes to thoroughly clean them, but I eventually
restored them to their beautiful colors. I massaged my cute pink butthole
lusciously with the last wiping. “Ohhhh, my poor tushyhole!” I whispered
sweetly, “But, gawlee, that sure felt great!”

I let out a final sigh of relief, and, after staying seated for another
moment, rose slowly from the underlying pot and stretched. In my ladylike
fashion, I bent down and pulled up my silk panties and adjusted them. In
an equally graceful manner, I bent down again and pulled up my
comfortable blue jeans, buckled them and zipped them up. I rubbed my
belly in satisfaction for a moment and then turned around to behold my
waste creations. “Wow!” I whispered in astonishment. “I was definitely
due for a poo!” I said to myself with a grin. “It’s never ceases to amaze
me how a woman like me, being so clean as I am, can’t help but make
something so dirty! But I sure do look forward to this!” I continued in
wonder. Indeed, by now, the stench which filled the restroom was
downright putrid. I at last flushed the toilet and watched my filthy
excrement disappear through the gaping hole at the bottom. Luckily for me
it all went down, and it even left a few brown streaks behind on the
porcelain. I proceeded to exit the bathroom and then paused for a moment
to relish the sensation in my rectum that typically one feels after
defecating. “I just love taking a dump! Happy pooping, everyone!” I mused
with a grin. I turned on the exhaust fan and left the bathroom quietly,
gently closing the door behind me. With my hand still on the doorknob,
suddenly, and completely without warning, a gust of internal pressure
raced to my posterior and a crisp, mild fart escaped from my butt. I
froze for a moment and looked straight ahead with a somewhat surprised
countenance. “Oh, my goodness! I guess I wasn’t done yet!” I whispered to
myself, putting my free hand over mouth and giggling. “Oh, well. Back to
the real world now” I said with resolve. I shifted my collar slightly and
then strolled back to my regular activities.

Well, there you have it – my dump of the day! I hope you all enjoyed my
story, and please evermore keep your great stories coming! I’m sorry that
this post is so long; I like flowery prose. Let’s look forward to many
more fabulous times on the toilet to come.

Happy pooping, everybody!

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Ospo
once i was on a long car trip and i was thirsty and drank a gallon of
water and 4 cans of coke. a little later i had to go but held it in and
when i couldnt hold it much longer… i got stuck in traffic. I was
holding myself when the light turned green. still holding myself i pushed
down th acceleerator and the jerk mst have set me off because i started
to pee.and pee. and pee. ihadnt gone since last night so my coffee was
there too. i peeg for 5 min. while driving! and to add insult to injury i
pooped too, it was everywhere. when i was done my pants were soaked and
messed alongwith the seat

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amused
hey its me again just giving you an update

My gf(the girl i met in the family restroom) and i are still together. we
always use the family restrooms(just to remember) but we use the stalls.
I have another story.

I was going to see a baseball game with my gf and it was the middle of
the 4th inning. i felt the urge to go so i excused myself and headed for
the bathrooms. normaly at this time the guys is empty but today it was
packed and there was nowhere to go so i headed out when i relized that
the womens was empty. i felt really bad but i couldnt hold it any longer.
i dashed in there and sat down. just as that happened i heard someone
come in man was i scared. i continued to go and when i was done i flushed
but didnt leave because the lady was still there. i decided to wait it
out. she got finished and i peaked my head out the door to make sure it
was safe to leave when my gf walks in. she saw me and freaked out. she
ran into the stall where i was and asked me what i was doing in there. i
told her that the guys was full and that i really had to go. i told her
to make sure no one was coming and if there were tell them that this
restroom was broken so that i could leave. she did and as i walked out
someone saw me so i made up the story that i was fixing the toilet. we
got some refreshments and headed back to our seats. thats the last time i
use the ladys room.

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thirty something geek
In colleage I played footbal and loved kicking an apponents balls
To the point-
Once we were taking a hike at a training camp and it was way to early in
the morning and we had to just jump out of bed and go without even our
daily CRAP. Well by about ten me an my freinds all needed to f* crap so
bad and since we were in the woods we just decided to let rip. Some other
guys watched others went on but I thing the ones that watched just wanted
to see our pricks. But I didnt care. I was comfotable with myself. So all
of us peed and capped all in the same space and we made a huge pile. I
was last and I was hovering over the pile crapping my heat out when the
coach comes (He decided to say in while we hiked.) and I dont notice and
my freinds were running. I looked around to find him looking at my log
half out. He sad if I had that much crap in me than it was ok. So us
guyes we did that so much after that that he started calling us the five
big crappers. That joke got stale but we still do it.

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FAT WOMAN
Hi Linda,

Thanks for liking my stories! As I said in my last post I got home just
as Nina was finishing up but normally she takes anywhere from 20 min to
an hour. I’m about the same. It takes us a long time, but it’s not always
because we are constipated. Even when we have softer dumps, we still have
to bear down hard and grunt to relieve ourselves. We are both over 300
lbs so most physical activity is strenuous, including taking a dump. And
I must admit, it’s a definate turn on for both of us. We LOVE watching
each other on the toilet, the strained expression on our faces, the
heaving, panting and most of all the grunting. We also enjoy other
aspects of being unfit. I love watching Nina struggle up the steps to our
condo and she loves watching me attempt to get up from a low couch or
chair.

Nina gets constipated more often that I, maybe once a week. I get
constipated maybe once every 2 months, and let me tell you when this
happens, it’s a mammoth session on the toilet. Sometimes as I am sitting
there heaving back and forth, Nina rubs my huge belly and thunder thighs.
I don’t think it helps to get things moving as some people have claimed
on here, but it’s soothing, and she likes to feel my belly and bottom
undulate as I bear down.

I am in the computer room with the door open and Nina just sat down on
the couch, slowly lowering herself with a huge grunt. We just had a big
dinner and I think we will both need to go in an hour or so. I can’t wait!

Hope this answers your questions, Linda. Feel free to ask more.

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Franco
darkirish

Read your post aboout farting and dropping a load in your shorts. What
did the guy beside you do? Did he know you had done it??
I love it when a guy comes in, sees a line grimaces, holds his gut and
clenches his ass. You know he’s holding in a bomb and you know he is
going to get big relief when he drops the load.

I was in the Ref library here last summer and I go into a stall and I can
hear this guy next to me grunting and pushing really load so I say
“Nothin like a good shit eh?” and he laughs and says “I’ve got major
blockage”. I replied that that wasn’t good, all the while i’m farting and
dropping wet shit into the bowl with great pleasure. The guys laughs
again as he pushes with a very audible strain and he rips out a fart. He
said “Man this is going to feel soooooo gooood” and he pushed again. A
few seconds go by and he starts giving me a play by play, “Finally here
it comes” and I can hear him panting like he’s giving birth. He is
grunting, his breath is raspy and he is swearing quietly. Finally he
drops it and sighs loudly so it reverbes thru-out the place. Then he
says, “Oww, doesn’t feel as good as I thought” We laughed he cleaned up
flushed and then waited. Flushed again and left with a quick goodbye.
I finsihed up and opened the stall door, looking into his stall and saw
the biggest, longest curled up turd I have ever seen. he may as well have
given birth to a small baby. impressive but the guy must have found it
hard to sit for days.

Anoother time I was in the TD building and I am sitting and shitting and
this guy comes in and sits in the next stall. He moans like he is in pain
and then pushes very softly. Grunts like he is in pain and then sits
breathing hard. I push out a round of loud wet farts that spletter the
bowl and he chuckles…”Man you’ve got it easy sounds like” so I laugh
and reply “Doesn’t sound so easy over there” then he explains that he has
a hernia and can’t push at all so he just has to wait to let it slide
out. We sat there for an hour and I basically talked him thru it. We
chatted and at one point he sort of gasped “Almost” then he says “F??k
women think they have it bad. Between my hernia and your wicked farts we
may a well be giving birth” Then he took a deep breath and held and I
could hear the monster creep out of his ass. He spent about 5 minutes
catching his breath. We cleaned up and talked some more. It was wild,
sitting there talking about our dump problems while sitting on the bowl
producing.

Buddy dump for sure man.

Franco

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THUNDER FROM DOWN UNDER TO LINDA (from Aus) and TRAFFIC POO-ER GIRL. This
episode dove tails in well with a constipation story for Linda and pooing
my pants in traffic.
I was having a bout of constipation, actually I would go every couple of
days but it was not much. One day at the gym I was doing squats and my
stomach really hurted and blew up like I was pregnant( early stages) a
few days it happened again and I could not get my jeans done up. Went to
the doctor who sent me for an X-ray and I had heavy faecal loading in the
ascending and transverse colon but around the lower colon and rectum it
was clear (usually it is the other way around ). Anyway I was sent to a
GI specialist who sent me for an abdominal scan. I had been taking
laxatives for a few days to no avail and I had to be there an hour before
the scan to drink all this radio active fluid. I was on the table being
X-rayed and OK and they gave me this injection of dye. I then wanted to
wee and it subsided but gave way to this enormous need to shit then and
there on the X-ray table…I managed to hold it back and then within
seconds (more or less) the urge subsided totally. With all the
constipation I had been having I would have loved to have a bed pan under
me and just expel it but instead had to hold on. I finished the scan and
got in the car for the short drive home feeling reasonable. I hit some
traffic (not too bad) and then the urge to shit really hit again (big
time). i thought a bit of a fart might reieve the pressure but soon as I
relaxed my hole ever so carefully I just exploded in my suit trousers.
The stink was horrible. It all happened when I was just about home…I
drove into the driveway and fortunately there was no one at home. I went
into the bathroom and stepped out of my trousers and a dam of shit (very
soft serve) exploded in the toilet in one big gush.
That was a great shitting experience because it cleaned me out which was
what I longed for (and needed) and I did not feel ashamed to poo my pants
but I am glad no one saw me and I am glad it was retained within my
clothing!
If ever I had constipation again and was hit by the urge then I would
definately just expel it but the big problem is people finding out. One
thing I have learned and practise now is that when I get the urge I hop
on a toilet and let it go…no embarrasment! I have been to places that
are unisex toilets and done it there too…no problem.
Thunder

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Tuesday, May 23, 2006

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Tia
1) Yesterday morning I was in the bathroom getting ready to take a shower
when I felt that I needed to poop. I took all my clothes and plopped down
onto the seat. It took a while to get started. I farted a couple times
and heard the familiar crackling sound. I looked between my legs and
could see a tiny piece of poo sticking out of my hole.
“Mmmmmmhhh” “Mmmmmmhhh” “Mmmmmmhhh” ‘plopplopplopplop’ I looked between
my legs as I saw 4 pieces of poo cascade into the toilet. I sat up and
farted again. ‘plopplopplop’ as a few more pieces fell into the toilet. I
felt empty and so I stood and looked into the toilet. There was about 7
or 8 light brown pieces that were all about 3 or 4 inches long. I grabbed
a wad of TP and wiped 3 times and then hopped into the shower.

I woke up this morning with a slight discomfort in my stomach. I sat up
and farted. Boy did it ever smell! I headed up to the bathroom and took
off my clothes. I sat down and I immediatley farted. Next thing I know,
poo is flying out of my butt.
‘plopplopplopplopplopplopplopploplopplopploplopplopplopplopplopplopplopplop
plopplop’ For 5 the next 5 minutes or so all I can hear is the plopping
of my poo hitting the water and a horrible stench coming from the toilet.
Finally I was finished and I stood to wipe. The toilet water was a brown
color and had chunks of poo floating around in it. I wiped a lot of times
and flushed.

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Brandon
This happened last year when we were on our way to my grandparents house
in Kentucky and I really had to pee so I told my parents that I had to go
but we were stuck in traffic. So they said pee into my mcdonalds cup if I
couldn’t hold on till we stopped but i barely managed to.

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Sidney & Muriel
Friday night about 3:30 am, we were awakened by cars screeching and glass
shattering. We didn’t want to get dressed and investigate so we went back
to sleep. Saturday morning we noticed the “red flag” on our mailbox was
in the ‘up’ position. Neither oneof us had put any mail out, so we went
to investigate. Somebody had a bowel movenent, RIGHT IN OUR MAILBOX !!!!
… Sidney quick put on rubber gloves to remove it, and I got the hose
out to wash the inside. Just when you think you seen everything.

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DBStarman
Greg: You’re more then welcome. By the way, that story about your friend
Mike, awesome. Quick question: have any guys you’ve seen crap had sandals
on? I know it’s a wierd question but it’s a thing I have. Just makes the
dump seem more natural. I don’t see a lot of guys crapping who wear them
because I live in the cold blustery Northeast. Once summer rolls around I
see guys wearing them but they must be shameful shitters.

That also brings me to an experience from a couple of years back. Because
I live in a costal town we have a large beach that I sometimes go to
during the summer,it isn’t great, the town doesn’t maintain it very well.
There was hot day so I decided to go the beach. It was early summer and
the tourist crowds weren’t there yet so it was sparsely occupied, except
for some older folks and two lifeguards, both guys. They looked about
college age, both pretty well built. One had a shaved head and the other
had blonde hair in a pony tail. I saw them talking when I got there and
thought nothing of it. After about an hour I had to take a piss, so I
headed for the bathroom building. It’s a stone building with two
bathrooms in it, one for guys, one for girls. The men’s room has two
toilets and four unrinals, so I hit a urinal and started to go. The bald
lifeguard came in and hit one of the stalls. I got a little excited,
thinking “hey he’s gonna drop one” but all he did was piss. He flushed
and left. I was finishing up when I heard outside “you gotta cover for me
man”, “you know, I told you not to buy those hotdogs, I told you
man and you didn’t listen” “alright fine I know, just watch for me before
shit myself”. Being the devious individual I am, I hit one the stall
furthest from the door and locked the door, just as the other lifeguard
came in. I could hear his flipflops slapping as he crossed the bathroom
quickly and rushed into the stall. Under the divider gap, I saw his red
bathing suit hit his ankles and he sat down. “Oh man this is gonna be
gross” he moaned and his calves tensed and to my aroused surprise
actually gripped his sandals with his toes. A long, nasty wet crackling
ensued, disrupted only by a nasty smelling fart that made a splattering
noise. “Aw geez” he grunted as pushed out more foul shit. This stuff was
ripe, I was close to gagging it smelled that bad and I was near an open
window! Next door, the lifeguard sighed with relief and continued filling
the toilet. It was cool too because he’d kinda lift his heel and toes a
little he crapped out more foul mush. I sat there watching his feet and
lower calves under the divider for the 10 minutes he sat there crapping,
grunting and moaning. He finally finished and used a whole roll wiping
up. The toilets are old and fairly weak, so I was surprised when he hit
the flush button after hoisting his bathing suit and I heard the toilet
choking and not flush. “Oh well, not my problem anymore” he said
carelessly leaving his mess there and left. I waited for him to leave and
then took a peak at the crapper he used. It looked like a brown and green
swamp mixed with toilet paper shreds. The smell was too gross for me to
take so I left too. That lifeguard looked pretty relieved in his
observation chair when I spotted him. The odd thing was neither of them
washed their hands, which I think the second guy DEFINATELY should have
done.

It was cool because it’s one of like 5 times in my whole life I saw a guy
taking a crap wearing sandals. Any other time they had on regular shoes.
Oh well. I should probably travel more. Peace out everyone!

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Brad
It’s been a while since my last post. I’m glad to find that everyone
seems to be doing great. There have been a lot of first-time and possibly
only-time posters lately, haven’t there?

Anyhow, I’ve been intending to share this story for quite some time.
Almost four years ago, during the summer before my senior year in high
school, I went on a retreat with the some of the youth group of my church
in our neighboring state of Louisiana. For several hours each afternoon
for three days in a row we all dispersed throughout the city canvassing
the neighborhoods to conduct a survey. On a one of these days we in the
middle of one of these outings when, as chance would have it, I felt the
urge to pee arise. Since the feeling weak in the beginning, as usual, I
suppressed it and continued going about our business. The urge, of
course, became stronger and stronger as time passed. We were still going
to be traveling and conducting the survey for a while, so I became more
convinced with each minute that passed that I was going to have to empty
my bladder before we were finished and got back to the church. It was
only a matter of time. I couldn’t hold on forever. Finally, at a certain
point, my team of three and the other teams we were grouped with in a
caravan finished canvassing one of our assigned sections of the city. By
this time, although I wasn’t desperate for release, I needed to piss
rather badly. We still had more to do for quite some time, and I knew
that my suppression couldn’t endure that long. I wish that I could’ve had
the convenience of approaching the home of a stranger and asking him/her
if I may use his/her restroom, but things just don’t work that way. At
that point, I started to look for someplace outdoors I could answer
nature’s call with some degree of privacy. Fortunately for me, this task
was made easier because we happened to be in an area where the houses
were more spread out, and lots of tall grass and vegetation was available
for cover. Peeing outdoors was and still is no big deal for me especially
because I was a Boy Scout for several years and often did so on campouts.
But this time I wanted to ensure that I would attract minimal attention
to myself because there were girls around. Then I noticed it. Closeby on
the side of a roadway was a dumpster almost completely enclosed by a
rectangular wooden fence. I reasoned that most likely no one would come
over and check out the sound coming from inside. After all, this would be
a quick deed. Today, I don’t remember for sure if I mentioned my plight
to anyone, but I definitely remember making my resolve to urinate before
moving on. Everybody at that point was gradually boarding our van to
travel to our next assigned location. With no further hesitation, I
quietly stole away from the crowd and strolled toward the fence
enclosure. I stepped my way inside and carefully walked a few feet around
to the right side of the dumpster where I would be out of sight to the
rest of my clan. There was garbage scattered all over the ground between
the dumpster and its accompanying fence, and I think I recall there being
some flies buzzing around and a weak putrid odor too. It was very nasty,
but there was no turning back now. I was begging for a good piss! At
last, I unzipped my fly, pushed down my undies, pulled out my dick, and
relaxed my muscles. Urine gushed out of me like water out of a broken
water main. There I stood sweaty on a hot summer day in those gross
surroundings unleashing from my groin like a garden hose a steady, thick
arc of a stream of mostly clear pee trickling onto the unsightly trash
strewn asunder below. O, the bliss of a wonderful piss I felt! I probably
even let out a sigh of relief while voiding. I remained in that spot for
the next few moments doing my business as the internal pressure sank.
Finally, it dwindled to nothing as my pee stream tapered off. I flexed my
sphincters several times to squirt out all remaining smidges of urine
inside me to finish. Then I tucked my penis back in my undies and zipped
up my fly. Luckily no one else came in the fence enclosure. I believe
that, to this day, that is the only time I’ve peed in/on something other
than a toilet outdoors near other people on an occasion other than a Boy
Scout campout. I sure was glad I got the job done then when I more
privately could as opposed to risking it later by continuing to hold it
in. I really needed the emptying! Satisfied, I stepped out of the
dumpster enclosure, walked back to where my crew was, and continued with
our day. I hope everyone enjoyed my story. Cheers to pissing outdoors!

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